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Capfalcon: Apr 6, 2012; No Boots on the Ground,
Puny Mortals!

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day
I know I'm not wrong this feeling's gettin' stronger
The longer, I stay away
Miss them moss covered vines the tall sugar pines
Where mockin' birds used to sing
And I'd like to see that lazy Mississippi hurryin' into spring

New Orleans has always been a town torn between devotion and debauchery. St. Louis Cathedral is the archbishop's seat in the Archdioceses of New Orleans, and it's a whole two blocks from the strip clubs and dives of Bourbon Street. Mardi Gras is celebration of all the great fun people won't have during the Lenten Season. Voodoo shops and jazz bands vie for tourists attention. Most people in New Orleans eventually find the balance that works for them. All of this gives New Orleans its unique charm.

Hurricane Katrina buried New Orleans in a watery grave. For weeks, the rule of law was lost amid a toxic soup of death and decay. The stories of those who were too poor or too stubborn to evacuate were heard across the country.

And then Hurricane Rita hit.

Some places just have all the luck.

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Fortunately, it's been a few months since then, and life is trying (but mostly failing) to get back to normal. Whole wards of the city are still buried in mud and other, less savory things. Portions of the city don't have electricity, and in mid-October in New Orleans, that means no air conditioning. New Orleans' natural humidity combined with the recently waterlogged ground means that the normally miserable fall weather is now unbearable.

One of the signs of attempts at reclaiming normalcy is schools coming back into session. Most of the public schools were in poorer areas, but the some of the private Catholic schools have dusted themselves off and are making their facilities available to the other schools. The plan is to use a platoon schedule, with the regular students getting to school early and leaving by 12:30 and the students from other schools getting there at 1:30 and leaving by 6. No one likes it, but the alternative is forcing a broad swath of students across the city miss a year of school.

Students now face the dual challenge of continuing their school work like nothing happened while dealing with the trauma of the storm.

Just imagine how much harder it would be if you were a teenage monster?

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Yeah, it's another Monsterhearts game!

Looking for about 4-5 students heading to Archbishop Blanc High School, a high school right between the suburbs and the city proper. The general area around it is coming back well, relatively speaking. Most people are still living in FEMA trailers, but it's well ahead of most of New Orleans right now, what with there being electricity, running water, and regular waste disposal.

In addition to your application, give me an NPC at the school, a local spot of interest, and something you lost that you don't think you'll ever get back.

Feel free to hang out in Synirc #Humansaretherealmonster to check in or for any questions.

Useful links

Basic Skins
The Angel
The Serpentine
The Hollow
The Selkie

IRC/PM Q&A

Q: Can I use skins outside the core?
A: I'm not a fan of Skins for the Skinless. I'm unsure of of the ones outside of the core book, since that's all I have. So, ones outside core are at your own risk.

Q: How old are the PCs supposed to be?
A: Everyone's going to be a high school freshman at a new school, since your old school is currently buried in a few feet of mud and debris.

Capfalcon fucked around with this message at 17:45 on Dec 4, 2014

# ? Dec 4, 2014 10:06

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# ? Apr 24, 2024 13:43

slydingdoor: Oct 26, 2010; Are you in or are you out?

Jamie, The Selkie

A crazy old relative told me that the Deep Kingdom Selkies are a bunch of crazy deluded idiots in denial. Our precious pelts, are just prisons, just masks. They're Nothing without us filling them with our real bodies, with significance. The Dry Kingdom Selkies showed him the truth! "Jamie, these feelings you're having about who you really are, you'll never be able to answer them unless you see the world up there! You can always come back to the safety of the Deep Kingdom, as I did, so that I might die with my family... and the memories of my wildest dreams fulfilled!"

I'm beginning to suspect that gramp's memory might be pretty selective. First, you'd think the sea never wanted to see me again by the way it hurled me onto the land. I had just been watching boatriders and sunbathers at that point. Second, it looks like this Dry Kingdom wasn't really built to last. Some of their land reefs look dead, like the ones in the part of the sea where the water started tasting sour. But here, they just tear down the dead coral and god, the new ones grow up so quickly!

Then the ocean kills them again, especially places I don't like...

A person at the school

Bernie, my friend from work. I'm teaching her to catch fish and she's teaching me how to get tips. Whenever she recognizes a grownup from the school she talks to the madam and we work 'back of house' until they leave. Dishwashing, burger flipping, and worst of all--fish ruining, or as they call it, frying.

A local spot of interest

Bouvier's, a bar with professional dancers, because Dry Kingdom Selkies hunt day and night, and catch a dance whenever they can. This is where I work, tending bar, waiting tables, eventually I'll get good enough to dance.

something you lost that you don't think you'll ever get back

I'm afraid I lost my chance to ever see the Dry Kingdom at its best by waiting too long to visit. I shouldn't have waited for permission... The more I think about it, the less it seems possible that it will even get close to back to where it was before the storm that brought me here. No matter how hard they try, the ocean will return. Maybe it's returning for me?

quote:

Name: Jamie Reeves
Look: riveting, deep eyes
Origin: curious about the human form

Stats:
Hot: 0
Cold: 3
Volatile: -1
Dark: 1

Darkest Self:
People have mistreated you and made you an outcast here. It�s time to show them how it feels to be lost at sea, to be apart from the things you have loved, to have parts of your identity stolen from you. So you will flood the Earth. You will destroy what they cherish. And you will take their pelts. You escape your Darkest Self when this place reminds you of home, or when you recognize what you came here for.

Advancement
~~� Take another Selkie move.~~
� Take another Selkie move.
� Take a move from another skin.
� Take a move from another skin.
� You�ve enchanted a Group of Fishermen.
� Add 1 to Hot (max 3).
� Add 1 to Cold (max 3).
� Add 1 to Volatile (max 3).
� Add 1 to Dark (max 3)

Moves:

Outer Skin:
When you wear your pelt you look like a dolphin. Without it, you can swim like a human, but with it you can breathe underwater and swim like the dickens, and, if you want to, return to The Deep Kingdom. If you do return there, it�s for good, so make a new character.

Their Word:
People can steal your pelt, but never destroy it. When someone withholds your pelt and demands that you do something for them before they�ll give it back, add 1 to rolls you make in pursuit of that task. If they don�t return your pelt, take a String on them, and they'll give you another task.

Ocean�s Breath:
When you feel homesick, roll with cold. On a 10 up, choose one for the MC to detail:
} the ocean brings forth something that it thinks will make you feel better,
} the ocean takes away something that it thinks is bothering you.
On a 7-9, choose as above, but the ocean doesn�t understand the human world very well and causes serious or unexplainable damage in the process.

Siren Song:
When you�re soaking wet, you can sing a haunting song and roll with cold.
On a 10 up, all who hear it stumble entranced toward you, though a character that takes harm will stop suddenly and gain the Condition dazed.
� On a 7-9, all who hear it stumble entranced toward you until they would face harm or physical danger, and then they choose:
S press forward and take the harm,
S stop suddenly and gain the Condition dazed.

Vengeful:
Whenever you lash out physically at someone with the blamed condition, roll using Dark. Add 1 extra harm to whatever harm you deal.

Soul Debt:
Name a dark power that you owe a debt to (Amphitrite Salacia, the Lady of Saltwater). Choose two Bargains that she has made with you. She can hold Strings against you. Whenever she collects 5 Strings against you, trigger your Darkest Self.

Numbing It Out:
You can give the dark power a String in order to remove a Condition or up to two harm.

�Elsewise Power:
You can give the dark power a String to use a move you don�t have, just this once. This move can come from any playbook.

Call People On Their poo poo
When you call people on their poo poo, roll with cold. On a 10 up, choose one:
} they lose a String against someone else;
} they freeze up, break down, or bail.
On a 7-9, choose one, and they give you a Condition.

Share Your Pain
When you share your pain, roll with dark. On a 10 up, choose two. On a 7-9, choose one:
} remove a Condition (from yourself or someone who listened);
} carry 1 forward toward helping yourself;
} those who listened carry 1 forward toward helping you.

One-use Move:
Hex-Casting
You can cast Hexes. Choose two that you know. To cast them, ~~either expend a sympathetic token during a secret ritual, or~~ meet the target�s gaze and chant at them in tongues. Then roll with dark. On a 10 up, the Hex works, and can easily be reversed. On a 7-9, it works but choose one:
} the casting does you 1 harm;
} the Hex has unexpected side effects;
} trigger your Darkest Self.

Ring of Lies
Whenever the person attempts to lie, they hear a piercing ringing noise. Big lies will often make their knees buckle and disorient them. Severe lies can cause harm or even brain damage.

Illusions
Pick one: snakes and bugs, demonic visages, false prophecies, non-existent subtext. The hexed sees that thing everywhere. You have no control over the exact images or manifestations.

Your Backstory:

You�ve seen someone swimming, but they either didn�t see or didn�t recognize you. Gain a String on them.

Someone stole your pelt, withholding it from you to make you their errand boy. They said they'll give it back. Each gain a String on one another, and they say the first task they've given you.

slydingdoor fucked around with this message at 04:49 on Jun 12, 2015

# ? Dec 4, 2014 16:56

AdjectiveNoun: Oct 11, 2012; Everything. Is. Fine.

Posting interest, will app a Chosen later today

# ? Dec 4, 2014 17:25

Jolinaxas: Oct 24, 2012; I'm in the business of...
Absolution

-Nevermind-

Jolinaxas fucked around with this message at 02:32 on Dec 5, 2014

# ? Dec 4, 2014 18:19

Shogeton: Apr 26, 2007; "Little by little the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him"

Very much interested. My Shadow application isn't one of these, and besides, this is a distinct enough setting so I want to do something with that. Maybe a Voodoo witch? We're at the right place for it.

# ? Dec 4, 2014 18:51

Capfalcon: Apr 6, 2012; No Boots on the Ground,
Puny Mortals!

Shogeton posted:

Very much interested. My Shadow application isn't one of these, and besides, this is a distinct enough setting so I want to do something with that. Maybe a Voodoo witch? We're at the right place for it.

I'm not opposed to the ones I didn't link. They're just the only ones I've really read and have experience with. Gimmie a link to the Shadow, and I'll look it over.

# ? Dec 4, 2014 18:53

Shogeton: Apr 26, 2007; "Little by little the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him"

Here you go Have a look over. I never actually played it, but I apped one to Goffish's game, where I didn't get picked. I liked the character, even if it'll need some adaption for the setting, but I'm not even sure if I don't want to make something new. And I know some GM's prefer not to get 'recycled' characters. So feel free to give your preference.

# ? Dec 4, 2014 18:58

Ferrosol: Nov 8, 2010; Notorious J.A.M

Because there's no such thing as too many monsterhearts games.

Elizabeth "Lizzie" Anderson

All you remember is flashes, like still images taken from a movie. A flash of panic, a desperate run, and finally a wall of water.

Then you awake in a hospital bed. A miracle they call it, weeks in a coma yet still able to function and return intact. Yet you've had to relearn everything, Elizabeth they call you, so it must be your name. The Doctors speak of subcranial damage and retrograde amnesia but all that is mere medical gobbledygook for they don't know the cause of your malady.

At night the dreams come. A wall of water, then darkness. Then a light in the darkness flickering like a dying candle in the distance. You move towards the light on legs that are not even there, Drawn to the light driven to protect it. You go forward to it from the dark. But you stumble, fall into the light drown in it absorb it into yourself and watch it gutter out. Yet soon it burns bright again from the ashes Burning you away as you smile. Then the dream ends and you awake once again surrounded by clammy sheets and frustrating fragments.

Learning how to live again was hard. Some thing's came back easily enough; speech, walking, eating (though each flavour was new and novel.) Others are frustrating, these two adults in your small domicile who claim to be your originators expect you to obey a seemingly arbitrary set of rules that they have not bothered to explain to you. Your body seems awkward, alien, different constantly in flux driven by chemical imbalances you do not understand let alone are able to control.

Still you are sure it will all come back. I mean it has to, right?

quote:

Name: Elizabeth Anderson
Look: Immaculate, Desperate Eyes
Skin: The Hollow
Origin: A spirit taking human form.

Stats:
Hot: -1
Cold: -1
Volatile: 2
Dark: 1

Darkest Self:

Your body is a prison. You don�t belong inside of it. You need to put it in harm�s way, and make it suffer, just like it�s made you suffer. There�s got to be a way to cut yourself out of it. You need to meet your makers, and hold them accountable for what they�ve done to you. To escape your Darkest Self, you must come face to face with someone who feels more trapped than you do.

Sex Move

When you deny someone sexually, gain a String on them.
When you have sex with someone, lose all Strings on that person.
After having sex with someone, replace your current sex move with theirs, adding this sentence to the end of it.

Moves:

A Blank Canvas

When you take an action that embodies one of the Conditions that you have, and you allow that Condition to influence your sense of self, cross it off and add 1 to your roll.

Inhuman Gaze

When you shut someone down, roll with dark.

Heightened Senses
When you rely on your animal instincts
to make sense of a charged situation,
roll with dark. On a 10 up, ask the MC
three questions. If you act on one of
the MC�s answers, add 1 to your first
roll. � On a 7-9, ask one:
}
Where�s my best escape route or way in?
}
Which enemy is the most vulnerable to me?
}
What�s their secret weakness?
}
What poses the biggest threat to me?
}
Who�s in control here

Primal Dominance

When you harm someone, take a String on them.

Your Backstory:

You�ve been taking your social cues from someone, and doing so has taught you a lot about them. Gain 2 Strings on them.

Someone�s seen through your invented past, and realized it�s all lies. Give them 2 Strings on you.

Advancement

Take a move from another Skin (Heightened senses)

Take a move from another Skin (Primal Dominance)

Gain a point of Hot

A place posted:

St Florian's Roman Catholic Church

An old church with a long past, St Florian's was built in the heyday of French colonial rule as a small church intended to serve outlying farms around New Orleans. Through the years this old building has survived floods, hurricanes and fires even as the city has grown around it. Most recently the church has survived both hurricanes with only minor damage. The faithful attribute this to the hand of god while the more cynical point to it's location on a slight rise just above the flood level. The Church is connected to an old legend which states that priests fleeing the French revolution brought ancient relics to Louisiana hoping to preserve them, rumour has it the priests then died of disease and that they and their relics were buried beneath the church. Most believe this to be nothing more than a silly old tale but every so often some enterprising soul proposes going digging for them. It's located not far from the school and attracts the interest of a small but devoted congregation.

"A Person" posted:

Monsignor Gris

Monsignor Gris, is an elderly old priest who has taught at Archbishop Blanc's for as long as anyone can remember. Currently he teaches history to his long suffering pupils many of whom regard his long windedness and tendency to ramble on about minutiae to be boring. Still there are a few tall tales about the good Monsignor rumour has it that in his younger days (which some of his students joke must have been the 13th century) that he was quite a young hellion involved in all sorts of crimes till he discovered religion. Some in the school have noticed an odd thing though their parents and grandparents also recall being taught by an elderly Father Gris so he may only be the latest in a long line to serve the church in New Orleans.

"A thing" posted:

A badly damaged diary

Elizabeths home was flooded and left almost completely waterlogged by the rising waters. However returning to the family home with her disconsolate parents. Elizabeth was able to find a water-damaged book that had belonged to her before her accident. It appears to be a personal diary of some sort but the water damage to it has rendered it practically unreadable apart from a few undamaged pages that contain some rather interesting artistic drawings of everyday objects. Elizabeth does not recall ever actually drawing them herself but they may have been a gift from someone else. She'd give anything to recover an intact copy of her diary to learn more about her past. But sadly some things are just not possible. Still the experience has inspired Elizabeth to purchase a new diary and she finds the act of putting pen to paper oddly therapeutic.

Ferrosol fucked around with this message at 10:45 on Feb 8, 2015

# ? Dec 4, 2014 21:56

walruscat: Apr 27, 2013

I will post a vampire app later tonight.

# ? Dec 4, 2014 22:10

Shogeton: Apr 26, 2007; "Little by little the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him"

Jeanine Delacroix

You know, actual practitioners of Louisiana voudou are more secretive now than ever I think. Because no churchman or plantation owner was ever as determined to find every last one of us than the average American tourist. So yeah, I'm a Mambo. I was made a mambo pretty young, but aunt Angela (not actually my aunt, but anyone who knew her called her that) wasn't exactly getting younger, and I was a good student. School didn't agree with that assessment, but I had my priorities set. We had a community here, and I was proud to be a great part of it, a history older than this country itself. It gave me enough pride that I could deal with the casual racism here and there. I grew up with it, and from the stories I heard of mom and dad, it used to be worse, so hey, at least things were improving, right?

And then, Katrina and Rita. That hurt. But hey, that happens. Sometimes the world reminds us that we can't control everything, right? Opportunity to come together and maybe build some bridges.

No, that's not what we got. Instead... instead I got a bit of a reminder of history. It isn't even the government I'm angriest at. That was nothing new. But I figured racism was just some shitheads throwing a slur, or getting passed over for a job, getting the worst schools. But I got a history lesson. During the worst of it, we were treated like rabid animals. People you might have met in the street, suddenly pointing guns at you if you even approach, soon as they see the colour of your skin. Gunshots and dead people, dead people I knew. Poeple that survived the flooding to get shot by some motherfucker who said he'd 'always known we'd turn against civilized people'. For what? Because we took some food from an abandoned store while kids were starving? And the Not Our Problem Department, well... there's a reason they got that name. Heck, a few of the dead brothers and sisters were done in by them. And maybe even more painful than that. All those people that didn't do it. But now, when things are calm down, they're not saying anything. They saw those motherfuckers lynch people, they know who did it, and they just look uncomfortable!

Aunt Angela would tell me a mambo should always be cool, that dealing with Petro spirits has a price, and you're usually better off protecting than avenging, and we have to make sure we're not found. Well... she's dead. Another 'looter' that was 'killed in self-defence', because 58 year old women are a menace. And the community. Some of them dead, some of them missing, some of them left. Maybe we'll rebuild it. But for now, I got me some black roosters for Baron Kriminel, some lavender for Marinette and Griot for Erzulie Dantor. They are going to pay.

pre:

Character Name: Jeanine Delacroix (A pretentious Name)
Look: Sinister Eyes, guarded
Origin: Voodoun (Louisiana Voodoo)
Skin: The Witch

Hot =0, Cold +1, Volatile -1, Dark +2

Conditions:
Carry Forward:

Harm: ( ) ( ) ( ) ( )
Experience Points:
( ) ( ) ( ) ( ) (advance)

Moves:

[+]Sympathetic Tokens
You gain power from sympathetic tokens � items of personal significance that you take from others. Each sympathetic token counts as a string.

[+]Hex-Casting
You can cast Hexes. Choose two that you know. To cast them either expend a sympathetic token during a secret ritual, or meet a target�s gaze and chant at them in tongues. 
Then roll with dark. On a 10 up, the Hex works, and can be easily reversed. On a 7-9, it works but choose one:
-The casting does you one harm;
-the Hex has unexpected side effects;
-trigger your Darkest Self.
Hexes
[+]Witcher- The person loses all of their hair, ortheir teeth start rotting and falling out, or their period comes and it comes by the bucketful, or their skin gets all
sickly yellow and spotty. Whatever the specifics, it�s bad.
[+]Ring of Lies- Whenever the person attempts to lie, they hear a piercing ringing noise. Big lies will often make their knees buckle and disorient them. Severe lies can
cause harm or even brain damage.
[+]Binding - The person cannot physically harm others
[+]Watching  You enter a deep sleep, and begin to see the world through the eyes of the hexed. You can feel their reactions to and impressions of what they are seeing
[+]Illusions: Pick one: snakes and bugs, demonic visages, false prophecies, non-existent subtext. The hexed sees that thing everywhere. You have no control over the exact images or manifestations.
[+]Ban: Pick a small place (a room maximum) object, or person. The Hexed needs to roll hold steady to approach.

[+]Bide My Time
If you�ve got a sympathetic token against someone, add 1 to all rolls to hold steady against their actions or to run away from them.

Sex Move:
After sex, take a sympathetic token from them. They know about it, and it�s cool

Darkest Self:
The time for subtlety and patience is over. You�re too powerful to put up with their garbage any longer. You hex anyone who slights you. All of your hexes have 
unexpected side effects,and are more effective than you are comfortable with. To escape your Darkest Self, you must offer peace to the one you have hurt the most.

Backstory:
You start the game with two sympathetic tokens. Decide whose and what they are.
One of the others caught you rummaging through their friend�s stuff, but kept quiet. They get a string on you.

Strings:

Advances:
All Spells
Hot +1
New Spell: Ban
Two Grown Up Moves: Share Your Pain and Call Someone Out.

With the rebuilding going on, there's a lot of people mixing that normally don't mix. There's Luke Dawson for example. He lived in a town quite outside of New Orelans. Pretty much swamp and gator territory. Wasn't big before all this, and now it's pretty much gone. His parents end up here, but he sticks out like a sore thumb. He's a bit rough, tends to get violent a bit quick. And while he's not exactly Mr. Progressive, the times I talked to him, I'm thinking he's less racist that plenty of cosmopolitan folks from around the city.

You know, there's a small night shop. Bhaskar runs it, I don't know his family name. But he's got a lot of things for sale. More than you'd expect to be at a night shop. Auntie got her things there, and they seemed to go way back. When the storm came, he'd evacuated and between the storms ad people scavenging for supplies, there wasn't much left from his store except the building. But he's back. Got his shop cleaned out, completely refilled his stocks and anything. Now I'm happy about this, because finding black roosters? But... if this guy has the money not just to evacuate, but to have his shop rebuilt that quickly... why is he running a little night-sotre in New Orleans?

And what I've lost? Well, auntie is probably the most obvious, right? Or the knowledge that went with her, or maybe a good amount of my faith in humanity. But probably better if I pick something more literal and less melodramatic. My cat. I had a black cat, Sylvester. He was like... you know... a cat. Sometimes out for a while and ignoring you, being all codependent and not sticking really close to you later. He wasn't an inside cat. And... well... he never came home when Katrina hit.

Shogeton fucked around with this message at 18:38 on Jun 23, 2015

# ? Dec 4, 2014 23:06

AdjectiveNoun: Oct 11, 2012; Everything. Is. Fine.

Anthony �Tony� Ceprien

I don�t know what I�m doing, that�s the honest truth. I know what I should be doing, but it�s like someone telling you you have to fly a plane without teaching you how. My dad was meant to, he just wanted to wait until I was a grown man first, didn�t have to balance school and our family�s duty. He�d always tell me how much of a pain in the rear end that was for him growing up, and how he wasn�t going to make me go through that - how he wanted to see me grow up without having to worry about anything more than my grades and prom.

Now he�ll never get the chance. We didn�t move out after Katrina, we stayed to do what we could to help /anyone/ in this city� and we didn�t have family to go stay with anyway. It was tough, scary, I know I�d have left if he wasn�t around, but dad always said giving up was never an option, didn�t matter how bad things got. Not even when Rita hit.

That night was the last I saw him alive - found him in the morning, face down in the street. I don�t know what got him, but it wasn�t the storm. Storms don�t break every finger on your right hand, same place on each finger. Storms don�t carve symbols on your skin, don�t leave cuts on your body but not on your clothes. My father was murdered, the night that storm hit.

And now� I don�t know. I never knew how much I needed him until he was gone, you know? I�m just a kid, I wasn�t meant to take up the family business so soon - hell, I was hoping I might not have to take it up at all. But we don�t get much of what we want nowadays, do we?

pre:

Hot 1 Cold -1 Volatile 1 Dark 0

Bitter, Wounded Eyes
Soul Survivor

Moves:
Growing Pains - When you fail to protect your friends, mark experience

Take the Blow - When you leap into the way and take the blow instead of someone else,
 roll with Volatile. On a 10 up, you take the harm instead of them, but reduce it by 1.
 � On a 7-9, you take the harm instead of them. 

Backstory

You have two friends who you can rely on for monster-slaying support. Take a String on
 each. 

There�s someone who knows that you�re the Chosen one, and wants you dead. The MC gives 
them a name and two Strings on you. 

Sex Move: 
When you have sex, heal all of your wounds, and cure all of your Conditions. If they 
disgust you, give them a String. If you disgust yourself, give them a String. 

Darkest Self:
None of your friends can help. They�re not strong like you are. You need to chase down
 the biggest threat imaginable, immediately and alone. Any challenges or dangers that 
you encounter must be faced head on, even if they might kill you. You escape your 
Darkest Self when someone comes to your rescue or you wake up in the hospital, whichever 
comes first.

NPC:
With things turning to such poo poo, the school was happy to accept a volunteer to act as a counselor for the students. Ms. Georgia Lamb. She's nice, I guess, one of those types of people who's all smiles and flowery, way-too-reasonable statements. You know, the kind of person you normally see on TV Shows playing the role of a psychiatrist for whatever rich, mentally damaged rear end in a top hat of a character needs someone to talk to.

Nah, I haven't told her a thing. Yeah, I keep getting advised to go see her, talk about my dad, start the 'healing process', but between you and me, there's something not right about her, not at all. Something fake, something slimy, and she just gives me the creeps. I wouldn't trust her knowing my birthday, let alone anything about my family duty.

Interesting Spot:
Well, dunno if it's interesting in like, the normal sense of the word, but there's this kinda hosed up thing I've found a while back. Like, from the outside it just looks like an apartment building, flooded for a few floors, big whoop. I checked it out on the inside, and like, when I got to the stairwell, I saw it just went down, and down, and down, further than a flashlight could see. I dropped a half-brick into the darkness, and it hit solid ground, not a single splash. I don't know what to make of it, really, don't have the time to explore it and honestly, I don't know what the gently caress might be down there in that building that doesn't make any sense, but... yeah, interesting, right?

Something I've Lost:
Can I just say my dad, again? No? Fine then, gently caress you. How about this - I've lost my future. It's out of my hands, now. I mean, I'd love to be able to joke around with friends, talk about being a new up-and-comer for the Saints, but like, out of the corner of my eye now, I see things that are strange, and I can't talk to anyone about it. Hell, I don't have many friends left, most of them hosed off out of the state like I should have. I can't even think about a normal life like them anymore - what happens if some monster comes after them to get to me, you know? God forbid I have a wife and kids. I don't know how my dad got through this poo poo, and I don't have any clue how I will, either.

AdjectiveNoun fucked around with this message at 03:25 on Dec 5, 2014

# ? Dec 4, 2014 23:08

Shogeton: Apr 26, 2007; "Little by little the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him"

So, one thing I remember from this side of the Atlantic about Katrina is that there was some horrible stuff being done to the black community. And I'm taking that in my app, and it's rather central. Since one of the things she wants to do is search for those who did those crimes and bring them to justice. (and this will of course never lead to things getting out of hand) However, it's a sensitive subject, and not one of the usual queer and sexuality related ones. I don't want to hurt anyone, nor treat any religion with disrespect (and I know I'll misrepresent stuff, for one, I'm constantly talking about Haitian voudou stuff) and if anyone feels uncomfortable with this, it can be toned down.

# ? Dec 4, 2014 23:14

Capfalcon: Apr 6, 2012; No Boots on the Ground,
Puny Mortals!

slydingdoor posted:

Jamie, The Selkie

Question 1:
What made you mad enough to disobey your parents and come up to the surface?

Ferrosol posted:

Elizabeth "Lizzie" Anderson, The Hollow

Question 1:
Why do you think your parents are lying about why you were in the city when it flooded.

Shogeton posted:

Jeanine Delacroix, The Witch

Question 1:
What lesson did you take from the first hex you cast that backfired?

AdjectiveNoun posted:

Anthony ‘Tony’ Ceprien, the Chosen

Question 1:
Why did you let go the first monster you'd ever cornered?

Shogeton posted:

So, one thing I remember from this side of the Atlantic about Katrina is that there was some horrible stuff being done to the black community. And I'm taking that in my app, and it's rather central. Since one of the things she wants to do is search for those who did those crimes and bring them to justice. (and this will of course never lead to things getting out of hand) However, it's a sensitive subject, and not one of the usual queer and sexuality related ones. I don't want to hurt anyone, nor treat any religion with disrespect (and I know I'll misrepresent stuff, for one, I'm constantly talking about Haitian voudou stuff) and if anyone feels uncomfortable with this, it can be toned down.

That's a good point. First and foremost, everyone remember that it's a stupid ~~elf~~ Teenage Angst game. If you feel something going to a place that makes you feel uncomfortable, either say so in the thread or PM/IRC me, whichever you prefer. I'm available most times.

To start with, I'm going to have the blanket rule of No Racial Slurs. Period. If you have to ask if it counts, the answer is no.

# ? Dec 5, 2014 00:08

AdjectiveNoun: Oct 11, 2012; Everything. Is. Fine.

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