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This is all GodFish’s fault. Welcome to Oak Shore, New York. Situated on the banks of Skaneateles Lake, and about a forty-five minute’s drive from Syracuse, Oak Shore is a “city” of nearly 10,000 people - really a large township that can only claim to be a city thanks to the local college (Oak Shore Community College, that is - people from SU rarely get out this way) that keeps the coffers of the rather miniscule main street and tributary streets full. But the story’s not about the college, not really. It’s about OSCS. Oak Shore Central School - the High school (Go Eagles!), and the people inside it. Well, some of them.  That means you. Well, some of you anyway. You’re just about to begin your senior year here, and last summer was...well it was interesting. But that’s probably because of Annie Harris.  Annie was Miss Popular throughout all of Middle and High school. A cheerleader, straight As, all the boys (and more than a few girls) fawning over her and trying to be like her, or with her. Maybe you were even one of her sycophants. Or maybe you’re not really part of the in crowd. Regardless of what your social standing was before last summer - Annie’s Party brought you into her presence, at least that once. You see, her parents are lawyers, or doctors or...something. But they were out of town the first week of August. Which meant what it always means in a place like Oak Shore - a house party! Now, maybe you’re the sort that generally gets invites to parties like that. Or maybe you’re not. But whatever the case, this time Annie made sure you all got invited. It was a pretty good party, as far as parties go. A few older kids from OSCC even showed up, which meant there was even some booze and probably some weed there, if you knew who to ask. But then, towards the end of the night, as most of the kids had either descended into drunken dancing, drunken make outs, or drunken bonfiring, Annie invited all of you into the woods behind her house - and she showed you magic. You see, Annie was a Witch. And whatever the reason, she had chosen to show you all what she was. She made you all promise to keep it a secret, of course. But maybe, just maybe, you all left that party thinking things were bigger, and more exciting, than you had originally perceived. Of course, the next day, Annie went missing. And three days later she was dead, her body found wrapped in a shower curtain on the shore of the Skaneateles by a couple of fishermen at dawn. Her parents flew home. It was a big media circus. There was a candlelight vigil and the police swearing to not rest until they brought the killer to justice. But the school year is starting soon, and so far, no one’s been brought to justice. And you can’t help but think you might know why: someone else at that party probably killed her. Maybe someone LIKE her - you know, another Witch. Or a...a vampire or something. Crazy right? Well no, not really. You see, because...you’re a monster, too. And you think that maybe...something's after you, too. Because a week ago, you all received a text message that simply read: "I know what you are" from an unidentified number. ------------------ Yes it’s me, awful gamemaster LifeGetsWorser, back for another game of awful teenaged monster angst. Awful. The Game: This is a game of Monsterhearts, which means it’s PbtA (Powered by the Apocalypse) - and it’s a game about teenaged angst and heartbreak and romance and horrific inhuman monstrosity. If, for some reason, you’ve never been through this before, you pick a skin - which defines what sort of awkward teenaged monster you are, and along with the other players, go through scenes of awkward teenaged monstrosity. It’s fun! It can get kind of steamy! It’s really simple to learn! If you’re going to submit, the submission should be a background about your character - who they are, how they ended up being an awkward teenaged monster, etc. Probably a picture helps. People sometimes like theme music, too. That’s cool. Generally people write Monsterhearts in first person because the game master (that’s me) will end up writing in second person but if third person’s your thing then I’m not stopping you, man. Oh yeah, and a character sheet. That’s important, too. In addition to the standard stuff you need to make a character, I’m going to ask for a couple of other things because I’m needy. Oak Shore is a crappy little town but there’s some stuff going on. What’s a place that is interesting or mysterious or creepy around here? What do you know about it? Who’s another figure at the school that’s interesting? This could be a member of the faculty or staff, or it could be another student too. What’s so interesting about them? What were your impressions of Annie? Good or bad, I want the truth about how you felt about her - before her big reveal, that is. This is purely optional but I am frequently awful with Thread Titles, so if you’ve got a good idea, lay it on me. I am looking for no more than 6 players. This is a hard limit because I’ve gone over it before and it becomes too much for me to manage. I am thinking probably like...a week and a half for submission time? I’ll evaluate if we should have more time after a week, let’s say. So, for now, submissions in by January 15th will be looked at. I can’t guarantee anything else. Sometimes I’m in the irc channel #swampthings, when I’m not working at least. My hours are weird - probably you’ll see me around midnight EST on the weekdays. Oh yeah, here’s a list of all the skins. I’m insane, so I’ll technically allow anything, though a lot of the third party skins are kind of...bad. So those I will scrutinize closely. Goons did fix Shadow and Anansi so those are probably ok if you use the fixes. The big boilerplate: Monsterhearts deals with a lot of edgy stuff by the nature of the game. So if things make you uncomfortable give me a head’s up. LifeGetsWorser fucked around with this message at 06:49 on Jan 8, 2017 |
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Totally gonna have something up here soon. e: Mortal incoming.  Lyra Canatella, the Mortal Oh sorry! No it's totally my fault, I wasn't watching where I was going, I was kinda spacing out a bit you know? So that's all on me, one hundred percent. I didn't break anything, did I? Whew, ok great. Hmm, oh no I'm fine. Bye, hopefully next time we don't run into each other so literally hahaha. The Canatella Chronicles posted:I've met my soulmate. It's fate, it simply must be! We ran into each other, like something out of the classics, actually ran into each other! I was outside the back of the gym, trying to get the right eye for the colour of the sky for the new set when Fate herself intertwined our destinies! He actually looked at me! And talked to me! About something other than what I'm working on or what needs to get done! It just has to be true and pure love! There's no other explanation! GASP! Maybe it twas him that sent that message! Oh he must have been admiring me from afar for ever so long, seeing that spark of real and true love, the one that the plebeian masses seething around us every day cannot begin to try and comprehend! quote:Lyra Canatella quote:Oak Shore is a crappy little town but there’s some stuff going on. What’s a place that is interesting or mysterious or creepy around here? What do you know about it? quote:Who’s another figure at the school that’s interesting? This could be a member of the faculty or staff, or it could be another student too. What’s so interesting about them? quote:What were your impressions of Annie? Good or bad, I want the truth about how you felt about her - before her big reveal, that is. quote:This is purely optional but I am frequently awful with Thread Titles, so if you’ve got a good idea, lay it on me. ShootaBoy fucked around with this message at 23:49 on Jan 8, 2017 |
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  Uh, hey. Wow. Where to start? I'm Aidan and I'm a unicorn. No, no, that just makes me sound crazy. I'm Aidan and your culture is literally killing me and everyone like me. Hm. Accurate, but not quite the right message. How about this? I'm Aidan and I could really use some help. Ugh. Maybe I should just keep it simple. Hey, I'm Aidan. Perfect. Sorry about that, I've been a bit jumpy recently. There was that whole thing with Annie and this phone call... Pretty creepy stuff, right? I should be used to it by now. It's not the first time I've gotten a death threat. Or, you know, had someone -- something, really -- actually try to kill me. But no. It never gets much better. Oak Shore is quiet. Was quiet. Will be quiet again, hopefully. It's a sad place, but it's home. That counts for a lot. It's enough behind the times that I don't feel strangled by it all. There are spots where cell service cuts out, not a lot of places have Wi-Fi, and Amazon doesn't have reliable two-day delivery. When you don't have all that cruft, there's enough room for... Well, magic. So, yeah, magic is real. It's everywhere. Was everywhere. Not so much any more. The more everyone connects and wires in and stops living in the moment? Well, that's when magic dies. And with it's death, these... things have been born. I don't know what they are. I don't know what drives them. I don't even know if they can think or feel. But I do know this. They want to kill me and those like me. It sucks. It sucks real bad. What can I do? I know there's going to be no room for me here one day. As much as this is a backwards, dying town, somebody will come in and do something with it. Eventually. Might just end up as a parking lot in some sort of grotesque extension of Syracuse. But until then? I might as well make the most of it. I can help people see the beauty of what we have. What we've had. Help bring a little light back into the world. quote:Oak Shore is a crappy little town but there’s some stuff going on. What’s a place that is interesting or mysterious or creepy around here? What do you know about it? There's this abandoned lumber mill outside of town. Hasn't run in the better part of a decade. You might think that it's the source of some bad ju-ju or something, but you'd be wrong. It was when it was running, sure, but now? It's been concentrating the magic that still lives in the forest. I can see it happen, but I don't pretend to understand the underlying concepts. I'm magic, but I don't do magic. I've been checking in on it every few weeks. Last time I stopped by I saw that a small tree had sprouted up right in the middle of the machinery. One of life's little miracles. It's not going to stave off the end. Nothing can. But a spot of beauty in a dying world? There's nothing quite like it. It's one of the few places that still feels like it all used to. I just hope that whatever has been hunting me doesn't find it. We've lost so much that's good already. quote:Who’s another figure at the school that’s interesting? This could be a member of the faculty or staff, or it could be another student too. What’s so interesting about them? There's a small group of us that meet after school and, god, what would you even call it? It'd be doing urban renewal projects if we were anywhere that was remotely urban, but well. Oak Shore. It's nothing big. We pick up trash some days, plant trees and flowers on others, and help spruce up the parks around town. Annie showed up from time to time. Not a regular by any stretch, but it was more than just once or twice. She was always busy with her cheerleading and partying and whatever else she was up to, but it was cool that she took a little time to give back. Shannon Palmer is one of the true regulars. She's been right there with me since the beginning. Over the last few weeks, though, she's been getting... I don't know. Weird. Angry. She feels wrong. It's hard to describe. It's like something is staining her soul. Breaking her down. quote:What were your impressions of Annie? Good or bad, I want the truth about how you felt about her - before her big reveal, that is. Like I said, I really appreciated the work she did with us. She always did feel a bit special. Bright. Sunny. Pleasant to be around. We weren't in the same circles. She was popular. I am, fair or not, considered to be somewhat of a downer to be around. I'm sorry that the imminent death and decay of all that I love is ruining your day. Truly, I am. The magic itself was somewhat surprising. I had halfway suspected that she was in tune for quite a while, but to actually see it with my own eyes? It was something I hadn't expected to see again. Those with the gift were rare and have only become more so. For all that, she did make a lot of choices I don't agree with. Why would she participate in so many activities that hasten the end if she can see what was happening? She drove every day. She wore designer clothes. Regrettable. Even so, I never would have wished her harm. I don't particularly wish harm on anyone. I just wish that they didn't do things that hurt me. That hurt us all. The Unicorn posted:Name: Aidan Collins Tricky fucked around with this message at 21:19 on Jan 13, 2017 |
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 Angie Foster the Infernal I hate this place. I hate this town, I hate the school, I hate the food, I hate the weather, I hate the people, I hate their fake smiles, and I hate you. Don't act like you don't know why, you liar. "Everything will be fine!" "Things will get better!" gently caress you. Nothing will EVER get better! Everything is NOT fine! It'll never BE fine! Not since... not since... Annie died... ...Annie was the only decent person in this shithole of a town. The rest of you looked at me like I was an unwanted problem. You all look at me with pity or disdain, or both, like I'm some sort of rabid animal. When an adult insults me, and I insult them back, I'm the one who should watch her loving tongue. When I fight back against the bullies, I'm the one who gets suspended, not the ones who started poo poo. It's always me. I'm the "problem child." I'm the one who's always in trouble, and it's only because I refuse to be shackled by lies like the rest of you. I'm a hosed up, broken kid, from a hosed up, broken home, and I don't try to hide it. I'm honest about who I am. I'm not a faker like you. I don't hide behind lies and false words. Annie... was the only one who knew that. She was the only who understood me. She never judged me. She never tried to "help" me, or "fix" me. She just... listened to me. She even told me she... admired me, said my attitude was... "refreshing." Annie was such a sweet, and genuine person, with the warmest, most beautiful smile... and you loving TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME! YOU! This is all YOUR loving fault! This is the WHOLE TOWN'S fault! You ALL killed her! You're ALL RESPONSIBLE for what happened to her! She was too good for this shitfuck town, and you all KNEW it! That's why you all had to go AND CHOKE THE loving LIFE OUT OF HER! Are you HAPPY!? Are you SATISFIED with what you've all done!? YOU TOOK MY ONLY FRIEND! MY... only... friend... ... ...I was so lost without Annie. I didn't know what to do anymore. And when I was in my darkest moment, when I was... unsure if life had any meaning anymore... She came to me. Her voice came, like whispers in the shadows. She said I didn't have to suffer anymore. She told me she can free me from all the pain, suffering, and lies. She would protect me, and grant me my heart's desires... as long as I agreed to do Her tasks without question, like a good child. So, without a second thought, I took Her hand, and agreed to Her bargain, and that's when I felt... a warmth envelope me. The same warmth I felt around Annie, and there was something about it that felt... right. Who is She? gently caress off! A lying shitworm like you doesn't deserve to be in Her presence. You should just- Huh? ...What? Are you sure? But he's- Hm. Okay. If you say so. You should consider yourself lucky, She said she will show herself to you. All you have to do... is give me your hand. What are you waiting for? Come on. Give... me... your... loving HAND! Good. Her name? Haha, gently caress you. You don't deserve to know Her True Name, but you can call her...  Mother. Do you want to know what Mother hates? Liars. Bad, misbehaving little children who hide behind a wall of lies and false truths. Mother granted me this gift because I am honest about myself, unlike you. But, lucky for you, Mother is also merciful. She can save you, like she saved me. Mother can free you from your bonds, she can give you the Warmth you've always desired, and all you have to do... is give yourself to Her. Now, come. Give your Mother a hug. quote:Name: Angie Foster quote:Oak Shore is a crappy little town but there’s some stuff going on. What’s a place that is interesting or mysterious or creepy around here? What do you know about it?  The old abandoned fair. It used to be the town's pride and joy... until the incident. You've heard of what happened, right? There was a terrible accident, and 25 people died that day. Thing is? Nobody knows how they died. Whatever happened, it was so horrific that everybody in the town repressed it from their memories. They shut down the fair soon afterwords. Nobody wants anything to do with the fair anymore. The people of the town think the whole area is cursed, and it's better to just pretend that it never existed. It never stopped me from going there. Do I care if it's cursed? Not really. I don't care about the stories, or what happened. All I care about it is that nobody else is there. I go there to be away from all the loving filth that surround me. It's peaceful, quiet. There's no yelling, no fights, nobody to call you worthless. It's my own special little place, and no, I'm not sharing it with you. quote:Who’s another figure at the school that’s interesting? This could be a member of the faculty or staff, or it could be another student too. What’s so interesting about them? Ugh. I have to talk about her? The biggest faker of them all? Fine. Her name is Carey Emerson, and she is the worst loving person in the world. Before Annie died, Carey would copy everything Annie did. She'd wear the same clothes, style her hair the same way, join the same clubs, eat at the same restaurants, and she would even go as far as to gently caress the same people. It was loving creepy. And after Annie died... she got even worse. Now? Now she's claiming that Annie's soul lives on inside of her, and she has the loving gal to ask people to call her Annie. The worst part? There are people who actually believe her! Some have actually bought into her Lies, and I don't even loving know how! It's a loving TRAVESTY! An insult to Annie's memory! You can NEVER be a QUARTER of the person she was, you loving PARASITE! quote:What were your impressions of Annie? Good or bad, I want the truth about how you felt about her - before her big reveal, that is. Annie... was my best friend, and nothing will ever change that. She was the closest thing I had to family around here, because my "regular" family sure as gently caress don't count. You've probably guessed that I'm not the most popular girl in school, but she always took the time to hang out with me, and I... appreciated it. Before Mother, the only time I smiled, really smiled, was around her. Annie was like the one, bright, shining diamond, in a sea of poo poo. What happened to Annie... was a shame. I think, if she was still alive, she would love to have met Mother. They would've gotten along so well. Tardzilla fucked around with this message at 08:12 on Jan 14, 2017 |
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 Jaya Talwar, the Chosen Oak Shore. It's kind of a weird town you know? And not in a "we have some odd, quirky things going on" but "there are actual supernatural phenomena that occur." It's something I found out a few years ago but not everyone else has figured out. And when you have the knowledge that terrible things are going on and no one can see it...don't you have an obligation to do something about it? Even if it puts you in danger? Even if it's something you have to do secretly, because most of what you have to do is illegal? For me the answer is yes. So I go around town with a bat and I make sure the creepy crawlies or whatever's lurking about don't get to just to prey on the average unsuspecting person in this small town. And it looks like I'm doing a decent enough job. At least, I thought so until just recently. I knew there was something a little weird about Annie. I think she knew there was something weird about me too. She'd make comments about me being out late or not being available to help with the work we got assigned in class. It's kind of hard to fit that in with finding and killing a demon who's been brought to this world by some idiots reading poo poo out of a book they found. Anyway despite her teasing, she never really gave me a genuine hard time about it. I think she knew it was important. And then she was murdered. Right after she showed me and some other people her power. I still remember the look in her eyes as she showed me her power. That smile. I was a little too surprised and...well maybe a little too drunk to think about approaching her. Maybe I could have her help me out, was my thought later. But she vanished. And then her body showed up. Was it because of her connection to me? We didn't have a big one, but it was there. I've done what I could to help this town, but maybe the fallout of that is about to hit me hard, and this is just the beginning. I don't know. But...I don't think I care what happens to me. So long as I can fight, I'll do so. Until the day I die. And right now, I suppose the biggest lead I have is whoever wrote this note to me. Time to meet up with them. I'll do whatever it takes to get the truth about what's going on in Oak Shore. quote:
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If you look at a mirror in the dark and say interest post three times, I will appear. With a Selkie. Double May Care fucked around with this message at 01:04 on Jan 8, 2017 |
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Definite interest post. Since this is my fault.
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Oh man time to app another lunatic to a worser game
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 Daisy Phillips the Ghost I know what you want me to say. What they're all saying that it's a tragedy, a young life cut short with so much promise. The sheriffs office are going to "do whatever it takes" to find who's responsible. Some of the students who knew her well are holding another candlelit vigil. Everyone misses her. Everyone mourns her. Her funeral will be the most well attended event in years. I hate her for it. See she's not the only person to ever die in this town. Although you might think she was given the way they are all fawning over her still warm corpse. Some of us died and were forgotten. Some of us were never mourned at all. At least I don't think I was, my memory gets a little fuzzy over some things. But when you've been dead as long as I have well it's kind of to be expected. What you didn't know? You must have known. I remember a face a name. Jackie, she was another pretty girl, popular, cheerleader yada yada yada. I wanted to be like her. But I never quite fitted in I was the quiet girl much happier with a book than a party. Imagine my delight one day when she invited me on a camping trip with some of her cronies. I was on top of the world. Ready to come out of the shadows and into the light. And then it happened Someone, I'm not sure who exactly. grabbed me they dragged me over to fire and the knives came out. I remember them shining in the firelight. I remember the pain as they cut into my flesh. I remember the words "We're building a better world, thank you for helping." And then mercifully I found oblivion. It didn't take. I remember waking up in the middle of town. It was Oak Shore but it wasn't my Oak Shore. Everything was just a little different. I ran for home, but my family wasn't there. Someone else was living in MY HOUSE. TAKING MY FAMILIES THINGS. TAKING EVERYTHING AWAY FROM ME! Ok, deep breaths Daisy. My family wasn't there. I remember searching frantically for some clue about what had happened to them. It wasn't till years later that I found it. An old copy of the Oak Shore Observer shoved on the back shelf of the town library. And there it was. An old photograph of me, faded tarnished, yellowed. "Local Girl Goes Missing." Page 17. That was all my life amounted to. I died and no one cared. I don't know how long I held that despair. But when I looked Oak Shore had changed again. I barely recognise the town I grew up in. The TV's are huge, and everyone has a phone they can carry in their hand. I went back to my old school. I'm not sure why. I guess it must be habit. Or maybe I was searching for something, some meaning as to why I was stuck like this. I tried to blend in, to be like the others but it seems I'm no better at that now than I was when I was alive. Sometimes they notice me, sometimes they care about me. That's worth something right? quote:Oak Shore is a crappy little town but there’s some stuff going on. What’s a place that is interesting or mysterious or creepy around here? What do you know about it? There's Ollie's Bookshop It was there when I was a little girl and it's still there now. There's this weirdly persistent story that Ollie will occasionally sell really odd books. As in books that were never written anywhere else. Histories of Wars that were never fought. Biographies of supposedly famous people no one has ever heard of. When you ask him where he gets his stock from he just shrugs his shoulders and says you don't want to know. quote:Who’s another figure at the school that’s interesting? This could be a member of the faculty or staff, or it could be another student too. What’s so interesting about them? Henry the Janitor I didn't recognise him at first. But I'm 95% sure that it's the same guy who was the Janitor when I was alive. Is he like immortal or a vampire or something? I'd call it crazy but hey I'm a ghost who watched a witch demonstrate magic. Still if I could have lived forever I wouldn't spend my life as a janitor. Something weird is going on there. quote:What were your impressions of Annie? Good or bad, I want the truth about how you felt about her - before her big reveal, that is. I liked her. I shouldn't have I know. She was everything I wanted to hate. Everything that reminded me of what I lost. My dreams my hopes, my ambitions. But when she talked to you when she looked you in the eye. You felt like the most important person in her world. I wonder now if it was magic or just something she did naturally? I don't know what her interest was in me. Maybe she knew what I was. Maybe she wanted to know what happened to me. But I could tell it was there. I was wary of course when I got an invite to the party. I just kind of floated around the edges a bit. I remember her taking us to one side in the woods. And showing us her magic. I remember the words she said to me, "I can help you move on." and then they killed her. And now I hate her. Because she gave me hope and then snatched it away. Because in dying she became better than me. There's no ghost of Annie is there? I hope not.... quote:This is purely optional but I am frequently awful with Thread Titles, so if you’ve got a good idea, lay it on me. MH: Get your hands off my Twin Peaks. quote:Name: Daisy Phillips Ferrosol fucked around with this message at 21:10 on Jan 9, 2017 |
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  Shanie LaTeaks, the Selkie I'm not a monster. I know what people have been saying about... me, and it's just not true. I don't lure men, I don't drown animals, and I certainly don't capsize boats! The rumors have been swirling since before I came here, that there's a monster in Skaneateles Lake that likes to cause all sorts of mischief, and one person swears there was a giant whale-like creature swimming under his boat when it was wrecked. But "Skanie" is just a myth, like Loch Ness, the Jersey Devils, or the One Direction. I'm sure if Skanie existed, she would be sorry about the time her dad lured a fishing boat into a rock formation because he smelled foreign lake scum on its keel. After what happened in 2007, I'm sure her dad was just being protective of the fish who were dying like crazy. And when the two corpses were found at the bottom of the lake, I'm sure Skanie was just thankful people could see them at all, since humans have been slowly killing all of her vegetation! You know how fun it is to feel seaweed against your skin? I don't, because it's all gone! But hey, your grass is green, right? So who cares if your fertilizer is suffocating me worse than my dad? Okay, look. When your dad has a reputation for killing fishermen, you'd want to leave too. So, my dad is the Skaneateles Lake Monster. And so am I, kind of. I don't like to do all the monster-ing. Mostly I eat fish and keep to myself, but Dad just loves to throw his weight around. He wants to prove a point to the humans, that this lake is dying and we need all the help we can. But he doesn't see things the way I do. I can make people change, because I can be a person... mostly. It's hard enough learning your backwards language, but really inspiring change takes a speaker much stronger than me. It would have to be someone like... Annie Harris. She was the biggest fish in the lake, if you'll mind the expression. I wanted to get close to her, I wanted to put my words in her mouth, and if all else failed I wanted to be her. A real human being, and a real hero. The way she strung around men, the way she cared for animals, the way she rocked the proverbial boat of the school... It was beyond me. I modeled myself after her, literally. I was at her beckoned call. I was reading books to learn more idioms to describe our relationship. But she didn't really notice me--I don't think she did, at least. She never talked to me, I think, unless humans have some sort of mind speak and I'm just horribly out of the loop. And to make matters worse, Dad got mad. Last Spring, the snow melt was way worse than in previous years, as far as I could tell, and I think that was him. And that boy Trevor Loeb moved here and moved away a month later, and I think that was Dad. He, uh, didn't approve. He's probably listening to this conversation right now, ahmm-hmm-hmhmhmhm... You don't think I'm crazy, do you? I mean, my Dad really is Skaneateles Lake. I'm like a dinosaur, only living and not powering your loud awful trucks of poisonous waste! Here, I can show you. It's under my bed, right next to my... Huh. Where did I put it? Oh well. That's not important right now. What is important is Annie. She invites me to the best party I've ever had, which is amazing in and of itself, and I got so drinked. And then Annie, she... Well, she disappeared. Then, well, her body was found in the lake... My lake. Well, my dad's lake, so of course I had to ask him if he did that too. His response? "The waves are stirring." And then the sink in my apartment started dripping. Every drop is a tear he sheds waiting for me to come home. At least, that's my interpretation. Is he mourning for Annie too? Or is he mourning for me? quote:Name: The Skaneateles Lake Monster, Jr. quote:Oak Shore is a crappy little town but there’s some stuff going on. What’s a place that is interesting or mysterious or creepy around here? What do you know about it?  The Wellingham Oak Shore Fish Hatchery is a pristine building allegedly used to keep fish population in check, when that's supposed to be Dad's job. Only thing is, there's another hatchery around the lake that's bigger and more efficient, so this building's mostly for tourists. It still functions, but you have to wonder if they're really making an impact. The owner, Francis Wellingham, inherited it from his brother and moved up here from Georgia. Wasn't Georgia in our home room? Doesn't seem very far to move. quote:Who’s another figure at the school that’s interesting? This could be a member of the faculty or staff, or it could be another student too. What’s so interesting about them?  I'm living with one of the younger teachers, Geoff Pauling. I forgot that humans typically enjoy having homes, so when I came to class a little dirty, he asked me where I go after school. "Wherever" wasn't the right answer, and neither was "nowhere." So now he's taken me into his apartment. People give him weird looks when we walk into school together, but I'm really just using him for shelter. The words "using him" don't seem to go over well either. quote:What were your impressions of Annie? Good or bad, I want the truth about how you felt about her - before her big reveal, that is. Everything about her screamed, "I am the apex. I am top of the food chain." It's hard, y'know? Going from the most feared creature in the lake to... a minnow in the social sea of humanity. (I promise I'll stop soon.) I was like a princess, and now I'm the pauper. I had to earn my voice in a world where Annie's echoes could be heard for miles. But I could get close to her, and that felt like enough. She wanted to confide in me, which was an accomplishment in itself. And more importantly, I enjoyed the challenge of getting that far. I'm not a Monster, not like my dad. My hunting isn't for bloodshed, but for influence. And Annie fought to the top, as much as her manicured nails didn't show it. So will I. When it started, it was about home, but now... It's about me. quote:This is purely optional but I am frequently awful with Thread Titles, so if you’ve got a good idea, lay it on me. Double May Care fucked around with this message at 05:49 on Jan 11, 2017 |
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  Science ahead of its time produces prodigies fractured in time. I am one of those, thanks to falling off of a spaceship onto a planet with two sterile parents in want of a child. Now my body that I chose to match their species' has to catch up to my mind, but the body is the mind, shackled to it like a cart behind a racehorse. My body forces me to be in one way on the same level as my so-called peers–who only ever move forward because nature and nurture provide a gentle slope to guide them. Rather than advancing the planet by rushing through the education system, I'm being held back by my loving foster parents so I can mature physically at the same rate as my peers. Unlike them, I concern myself less with popular culture and the sheltered high school existence and instead focus on more stimulating extracurricular activities, which I need because I already read ahead and know this and next week's lesson and so on and so forth, and break all the curves. There's debate, for proving dominance and winning trophies for my parents to display; diversity club, to expose me to temporarily more interesting people and facilitate some measure of learning between the many intersections of people on this planet; pen-twirling/sleight of hand, as a distraction; listening to podcasts at x3.6 speed; and ~solving mysteries~ by which I mean being a vigilante. I got my start when I ran out of books, looked at the TV, and got into my father's case files instead. gently caress that rectangular time hole, dripping out "entertainment" at a glacial pace. At first I would just drop hints and call in anonymous tips, then as I grew I did some more fun stuff such as pretending to be an agent of the press or dressing up like one of dad's colleagues who loves her sunglasses so I could tag along on more bring-your-daughter-to-work-days, breaking into crime scenes and other such infiltration, and planting evidence, all to make it easier on my boy in blue. Like I said, fun stuff. I had advantages besides the gene therapy, though. Dad's not just a detective, Mom's a well-connected criminal–they divorced, obviously, and divided up all their [waves hand in a circle] stuff. So Babs got the pho restaurant, called Pho [eyeroll], that's a mob front and has some kind of prophet in the basement that only speaks through a veil, that's why they're never caught. Now, after what Annie showed us, I believe it's likely more than superstition. It's not just that law enforcement isn't always competent but is always held back by red tape, all the close calls make much more sense when you add the supernatural. Rodge got Mel's Diner, which isn't full of criminals and is therefore always about to be put out of business by IHOP. He says it's only "by god's will" that place stays open and I don't doubt it anymore. Science can't explain the delicious pies and pastries and vitalizing coffee. They can always brighten the darkest day, even from dad's freezer, (next to the wedding cake). but they're not addictive or anything. Reasonably priced. My science teacher, Penny ("that's Mrs. Shedenhelm!"), tested for drugs and such, they're clean. I trust her because she "cooks Pho" (drugs) and I'm blackmailing her in a way. We blackmail each other, (she knows about my hobbies as well) but I'm winning. No one would believe her and my contacts would cover for me, not disavow me like hers. Annie... Annie was mostly boring until she was murdered if I'm being honest. Her coming out as a witch completely resolved any je ne sais quoi that sleeping with her hadn't already. "But how'd she such and such?" I would ask. Before the answer to those was "me." Now, also, "magic." I helped her with homework and studying, and she got straight As no matter what a slacker she really was. Like a leech, or a mimic. Then I got a migraine that persisted whenever I told her I wasn't attracted to her or women in general, and then it left when I let my guard down. But it wasn't my body-mind. It was her magic. Don't get me wrong, I'm not jealous nor vengeful–I even replicated the spell later that night after she confessed, which shows how banal the supernaturally really is, and she did help me learn some things, mostly about her–I just imagined in those days before she was found how screwed she'd be without her powers. When you are naturally beautiful, muscular, spoiled by your wealthy parents, possessed of magical powers, and you lean hard on those advantages to get by, then welp, one accident and where are you now, hm? Behind the curve. Caught out, vulnerable, then you're a victim. Then you're a mystery, and then you're interesting again, but that's just to me. As I was saying, though, as far as gifts go, it's better to hedge your bets and sharpen your mind. If I get concussed repeatedly or keep doing drugs? I'll just fit in better. Win-win. But my dying, as this text seems to threaten, I'd rather not. The chances of solving the murder go way down without me. My Theme Song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7i-02EH8oc Annie's https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmRI3Ew4BvA quote:Eldritch Short version/digest Background: Sharon is an intellectual prodigy due to being a space alien who took the form of a child for the married couple who found her, and thinks her peers are uninteresting and match her maturity only physically. Her parents considered that a priority, so she's always bored in school, which she has "solved," and thus found a stimulating hobby in vigilantism. To help her with that, she takes advantage of her now-divorced parents and their professions: a detective father (Roger) and criminal mother (Barbara). Places: Her father frequents a diner run by a "Melanie" with supernatural food, likely divine in nature. Her mother frequents a Vietnamese restaurant called Pho run by a crime syndicate with an unseen oracle guiding it from within. People: Sharon also takes advantage of an associate named Penny Shedenhelm, a teacher of chemistry biology and physics at OSCS, who she knows synthesizes narcotics, but who knows about her vigilantism in turn. Annie impressions: Annie seduced Sharon with the aid of the Ring of Lies hex, but Sharon held no grudge and, in fact, found Annie nearly boring before and completely boring after learning she was a witch since magic powers resolve any questions she had about her. Sharon was able to replicate one of Annie's hexes that she showed her at the party based on memory and mimicry, and isn't even that impressed by the concept of magic after adding it and the supernatural into her worldview. Now that Annie has been murdered, she interests Sharon again. She values her own gift–intelligence–above all and thinks her vigilantism is the best way to stop the killer. 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 Hi there, I’m Nicole. Nicole Olson. Cute name for a cute girl, right? Well, if you saw my middle school yearbook photos you wouldn’t be saying that. I mean yeah, now I’m one of the most popular girls at OSCS despite being something as dorky as first chair violin in the school orchestra. But I...wasn’t really a looker as a little kid. I grew tall way before the others, I had bad teeth my parents couldn’t afford to fix, and my clothes weren’t much better when I kept outgrowing anything nice I had. I had a friend or two but most of the kids were either assholes or pretended I didn’t even exist. Middle school sucked and I thought my whole life was gonna suck... ...but then I met the Judge. After an embarrassing incident at school I’d decided to skip the next day. I couldn’t stay home since my mom would be there and she never believes my ‘I’m sick’ stories and I didn’t really have anywhere else to go. So I just ended up exploring the backwoods near my house. It wasn’t very exciting, just wandering around waiting for my watch to hit 3 PM so I could start walking home. Of course once it went off I’d realized how far lost in the woods I’d gotten. Around 5 o’clock when I was feeling my first hunger pangs I found a cave. That’s where I met him. I knew I should be avoiding strangers but he seemed...harmless? Friendly? I couldn’t tell if he was old enough to be my big brother or old enough to be my grandpa. He was calm and frail, but still full of youth. He told me he lived in that cave because he was lost from home, just like me. It was really sad so I asked if there was anything I could do to help. Instead he just asked me if I hated liars and cheats too. I thought back to Lisa, one of my former friends who I’d found out last year was only hanging out with me so she could make fun of me to her real friends behind my back. I scowled and told him “Yes.” He gave me a weary smile and touched his hand to my head. Suddenly I felt different, at least on the inside. I knew exactly which way to take to get back home and I knew that he helped do that for me. I thanked him profusely but he said if I really wanted to thank him, I should take care of the liars and cheats in the human world. I promised him I would as I began running home, waving him goodbye as I did. I never saw him again. The day my mom finally ungrounded me for skipping school I went out to look for him in the woods. And then I looked the next day, and the next but no matter how much I tried I couldn’t find him or his cave. It’s been four years since and I’d like to see him just one more time. I know the magic he put in me is why I look as gorgeous as I do now and it’s why my popularity did a 180 once I got into high school and I’d really like to thank him. But in the meantime the least I can do is fulfill my promise to him. quote:Oak Shore is a crappy little town but there’s some stuff going on. What’s a place that is interesting or mysterious or creepy around here? What do you know about it? Oak Shore’s, well, a shore. There’s this one abandoned pier on the outskirts of town, but I know I’ve seen people up to things over there. At night sometimes I’ve seen pick-up trucks full of these huge wooden boxes drive down there but on the way back up the truckbeds are empty! But if they were shipping things onto boats the boats would be super noisy, right? quote:Who’s another figure at the school that’s interesting? This could be a member of the faculty or staff, or it could be another student too. What’s so interesting about them?  Principal Walters’ kid, Barry, I think? Yeah, Barry Walters. He’s kind of an oddball, he brags to all his other Computer Club friends about what a genius hacker he is but it’s not like there’s anything interesting worth hacking out here. I’m like, the one person outside that club that he tries talking to. I dunno if that’s Fae magic or if he’s just into me because I kinda look like his mom. Really hope it's the magic. quote:What were your impressions of Annie? Good or bad, I want the truth about how you felt about her - before her big reveal, that is. She was popular but kinda plain. We went to the same middle school but we never really hung out. That makes her better than the bitches who’d taunt me, but not much better when some of them ended up hanging onto her every word in high school. Now that I know she was a witch I wonder if her plainness was on purpose, like some kind of spell. I...don’t like the thought of Annie messing with a whole town’s mind if that’s true. quote:This is purely optional but I am frequently awful with Thread Titles, so if you’ve got a good idea, lay it on me. Well if this is Twin Peaks inspired: Monsterhearts: My WereDog Saw Something That Night quote:The Fae
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 Theme Music Now that Miss Perfect is out of the way, things are going to change around here. No, I mourn her, believe me. But don't pretend like it wasn't inevitable. It's always just a matter of time once they put themselves out there. On the other hand, it's up to us to use her example and make Oak Shore beautiful again. Who else but me to be at the front of that? What, expecting an introduction? You already know who I am. And I'm not number two anymore. There is no one else but me to hold the banner for our class, and thank God for that. Look at how everyone is falling over themselves to remember something precious, something important about the missing dead girl. Meanwhile, the rest of us have lives to live. Sure, I wasn't some cheerleader slut or born into money, but that doesn't mean I don't know what it means to be beautiful, or glamorous. In the end, class comes from how you hold yourself, not how much money you have, and that's what I give people, class. If you want to be part of the new order, come around the flagpole for our Bible readings, and we'll show you what love really means. My blood, and Jesus Christ's, will absolve you. ... I bet you think I was jealous, which is just so small-minded. I didn't have anything to be jealous of. Annie got everything she deserved, and so did I, don't you think? That's why I'm here, and she's... Well. People like Annie always get what's coming to them. They are always so very excited to show you what's so important about themselves. They want the world to feel special, and for you to recognize how special they are, but really, they're just meat. Meat and dust and ash, that's all anyone is, and once you get over yourself, that's when you can start to win. Besides, she was a witch. And witches get burned. Name: Juno "June" Carver Skin: The Queen Look: Icy, calculating eyes Origin: The most dangerous person around (Student leader of the Young Life Bible Covenant/YLBC, or "the Covenant") Stats:  Hot +1 Cold +2 Volatile -1 Dark -1Moves: The CliqueYou’re at the head of the toughest, coolest, most powerful clique around. They count as a gang. They’re cultists (with dark oaths and willingness to die).
And Your Enemies Closer When someone betrays you, gain a String on them. Sex Move: When you have sex with someone, they gain the Condition one of them. While the Condition remains, they count as part of your gang. Darkest Self: They’ve failed you. This is all their fault, and there’s no reason why you should have to suffer the consequences of their idiocy. You need to make an example out of each of them, a cruel and unwavering example. You escape your Darkest Self when you relinquish part of your power over to someone more deserving, or when you destroy an innocent person in order to prove your might.quote:Oak Shore is a crappy little town but there’s some stuff going on. What’s a place that is interesting or mysterious or creepy around here? What do you know about it?  The old firewatch tower at the edge of the woods used to be where people would smoke pot or drink cheap beer. Then, well, they started to fall off. Some people think it was suicides at first, but really when there's seven deaths in six years, you'd think they'd tear the thing down by now. Like it's a fad to kill yourself that way. Give me a break. Whatever, they shouldn't have been out there in the first place... Most of the time they weren't alone, either, but nobody talks about it. quote:Who’s another figure at the school that’s interesting? This could be a member of the faculty or staff, or it could be another student too. What’s so interesting about them? Reverend Johnathan Hart is the local minister at the Holy Sacraments Christ Church. He's part of some weirdo Charismatic cult (What? Please, I have standards when it comes to the Word), but that doesn't stop him from being involved in the school somehow. I guess because he's a Reverend they made him the faculty advisor, though I suppose it's also in part because he's the choir director. Annie was real close to him, for some reason. I bet that slut was all too willing to try and use him against me, but well, we saw how that turned out. quote:What were your impressions of Annie? Good or bad, I want the truth about how you felt about her - before her big reveal, that is. I think I've made my opinion abundantly clear. quote:This is purely optional but I am frequently awful with Thread Titles, so if you’ve got a good idea, lay it on me. Thirding [MH] Oak Shore: That Game You Like Is Going to Come Back in Style Tricky Dick Nixon fucked around with this message at 17:30 on Jan 9, 2017 |
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(Image Source) Aina Kohonen, the Witch The world is a hosed up place. More hosed up than you can even imagine. I thought I knew how hosed up it was, but I guess I was wrong. I knew the world hated us, I knew the world liked to kill people like us, but I never expected it to happen to her. She wasn't an outcast like the rest of us. She wasn't hated like the rest of us. She was just like them. She was supposed to be 'Miss Perfect.' But even that doesn't matter. Even that doesn't protect you. You can be the most popular girl in school, but the moment you show them you're different they'll loving stab you in the back. Assholes. Turn you into another loving statistic. And now they act like they care about her. They'll cry and they'll pray, but they won't lift a single loving finger to make sure this never happens again. This wasn't a freak accident. This wasn't an out-of-nowhere tragedy. This is just one in a long line of killings. It's been going on since Salem, and even thousands of years before that. As long as there have been Witches, there have been Witch-hunts. And it's not stopping now. I'm next. Yeah. I'm a Witch, just like Annie. Well, not exactly like her. I was never popular, I never fit in. But we were friends. Went to Sunday School together. Got bored with it together. Got into Witchcraft together. There's lots of people who thought they knew her, but nobody knew her like I knew her. I knew who she was before she showed you all. And look what you did. Everybody else might be able to just sit around and do nothing, but I am not going to loving rest until I figure out who killed her. Not that I have a choice. I wish I could be doing this selflessly. The world would be better place. But no, I have to do this for myself, too. Whoever did this is going to come after me next. I'm not going to loving let that happen. And I know it's one of you. quote:Name: Aina Kohonen Oak Shore is a crappy little town but there’s some stuff going on. What’s a place that is interesting or mysterious or creepy around here? What do you know about it?  The Wise Owl Used Book Store is one of the only good places in town. It's not even that great, but it's hard to go wrong with a place like that. Used book stores exist because people don't want to forget the weird little things that you won't find on Amazon or in e-books. This is where you go to find weird, hosed-up books, and this is where you go to find weird, hosed-up people. It's the one place in town that doesn't mind how weird or queer you are. Not like anybody goes to a smelly old book store to be normal. This is where Annie and I went to buy our books on Witchcraft. Most of them turned out to be bullshit. The guy who owned the place, Paul Lessig, knew what we were doing, but I don't think he ever really believed in it. He's always been more conspiracy-theory type of guy. Who’s another figure at the school that’s interesting? This could be a member of the faculty or staff, or it could be another student too. What’s so interesting about them?  They have a police officer that spends a lot of time at school. Everybody calls her Officer Debra. I don't actually know what her last name is, I never looked at her badge. I think she's there as some bullshit "community outreach" thing? But really they just want a police officer at school in case people get caught smoking drugs or something. Or if there's a school shooting. I always thought it was weird that they'd keep a cop at school... but I guess they have a good reason now. It's not like she's going to actually make things that much safer. It's all loving security theater. They'll probably just crack down on people whose backpacks are too big or that just look too weird. What were your impressions of Annie? Good or bad, I want the truth about how you felt about her - before her big reveal, that is. The truth? ...Okay. I never actually liked her attitude towards people. She thought they'd be cool with it. The whole Witchcraft thing. She thought she knew people better than me. 'You've just got to try, Aina. If I can be popular, so can you.' She knew about how people like us get treated like poo poo, but she thought she could fix it. Show them that Witches aren't so weird after all. That we're 'just like them.' And you can see where that got her. I'm not happy about being right. If I could have it her way- if I could just lose an argument and have her back and be safe I loving would. It's not like I want to be a loving outcast. It's not like I want to be alone. And treated like poo poo. And have to watch my loving back every night. I'd trade everything away just for things to be okay. Even just kind of okay. But this is how it is. Witches have to live in secret, and we can't trust anyone. 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  Theme - Sex and Violence Okay, let's start this off with the basics. My name is Ravenna Bachman. I spend most of my time in school out of school, either because I'm skipping, I'm in detention, or I'm currently suspended for skipping or misbehaving in detention. What do I do to end up there? Well, I'm not stupid enough to have drugs at school, so it's not that, but that's just because I have a brain. No, what I do get in trouble for tends to be either getting into fight, getting "physical" on campus - and I don't mean going all the way, though I have done that on the grounds, but more the couple steps before that - and for, like I said, skipping. Because really, what's the point of standing around in Boring Studies class in Boring School for idiot morons, when you could be out enjoying your life. We're not in this world forever - even me - so why not make the most of it? If someone like Annie could die this young, we don't have time to waste. Outside of school I'm... still Ravenna Bachman, and I'm also the life of the party. Literally, in my case. People don't all realize it, but everyone knows inside that any party without Ravenna isn't a real party at all. I make things pop. See, I'm a Maenad - from my mother's side, and that means I need to make things lively. Exciting. Thrilling. With me around, everything is better. Fights are more exciting, kisses are intenser, food tastes better, drugs are stronger, trips are better - no bad trips with me around - and alcohol is... well stronger, but that's repeating so, if you drink with me around, you get drunker. Smoke and you get higher. If you're lucky enough to have sex with me... Well, for that you'll just have to experience it if you want to know. The only "downside" to all this is I'm supernaturally inclined to do all that. Now, it's not much of a downside, I'll admit. Because I love partying, drinking, smoking, loving, and I really love fighting. It's like all the upsides of sex with none of the mess, and none of the stupid emotional attachments people get. The Maenad posted:Skin quote:Oak Shore is a crappy little town but there’s some stuff going on. What’s a place that is interesting or mysterious or creepy around here? What do you know about it?  I'm not the only one who thinks the idea of a Pet Cemetery is kind of inherently weird on its own, right? The dearly departed Fido, filled with preservatives and dressed in a little suit in a little coffin in a little grave. So, yeah, I think anyone using these is kind of off kilter anyway, especially when everyone here has a law, just bury em in the ground like a normal person, but Kozy Acres is strange on a level beyond that. See the sign, Established 1981? Well, I was 'doing' a class history report last year, and by 'doing' I mean flipping through a pile of books while flirting with my research partner - and I can tell you, we did a lot of research - but one of the things I happened to look at was a picture of one of the old mayors, back in uh... the fifties, I think? Wasn't paying too much attention. Well, point is they were photographed at the funeral of their faithful Germanshepard 'Chips', in the same spot. Weird, huh? Well, one time on a whim, while a couple of us were getting drunk in the acres, we went around looking at the tombstones. None of em older than '81. So what's up with that? Did they just dig up all the old graves, rename the place and start over again? That's kind of hosed up for the people who paid money to put their pets into the ground for all time, or... whatever. hosed up, but I kind of like their style, if that's what they're doing. quote:Who’s another figure at the school that’s interesting? This could be a member of the faculty or staff, or it could be another student too. What’s so interesting about them? Since we're talking Annie, I suppose I should mention Cammie here.  Camille, actually. She always asked people to call her that, but Annie and Cammie, it just sort of went that way. Annie called her it, but no one else did. They were best friends for years, she never got Annie's popularity, her looks, or her grades, but they stuck together. Until midway through last year, they had a falling out over... who knows, it could have been anything. People whispered about all sorts of reasons, but neither she or Annie ever said why. Just one day they stopped hanging out, stopped talking, everything. Never saw the two of them together again, though she was at the party when Annie showed us. Ever since Annie died, she's been a bit of a mess. Going from crying to happy and laughing, one day she even picked a fight with the star Quarterback when he talked about sleeping with Annie, and she's been doing a lot of drugs. Which I know because I hook her up with them. Poor thing. quote:What were your impressions of Annie? Good or bad, I want the truth about how you felt about her - before her big reveal, that is. GodFish fucked around with this message at 07:19 on Jan 19, 2017 |
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 Theme Music Once upon a time, there was a perfect married couple. They loved each other very much, and they knew that they always would. Alas, this perfect pair found that they weren't quite perfect. As it turns out, they were unable to have a child of their own. Their grief tore at their hearts for months and months, until one day, a friend heard of their distress. Their friend was from very far away but was very powerful. The couple had already been a very good friend to him, so he decided that they deserved the happiness that they desired. So, one day, they were left a gift on their doorstep. A perfect little gift. ... At least, that's what my parents told me. But, I know there's a bit more to it. For instance, I know that I've got to keep them happy. It's what I'm here for, after all. But, soon enough, I'll be grown and I can live my own life. That was the deal. I had to spend 18 years as their perfect angel, and then when I am an adult, I could live the rest of my life as a real person. It's been... hard, for sure. They want me to be good at everything. And I am, of course. But they want me to be good at everything all at once! Which is... a fair bit harder. I've had more than a few sleepless nights powered by cocktails of energy drinks and beta blockers. My parents don't know technically know about that part, but they've got to know, in the back of their minds at the very least, that all the pushing I'm doing for them isn't... 100% natural. Still, all this work is going to get me into any college I want, and once that happens, I'm gone. I mean, I'll still probably talk to them; it's not like they're monsters or anything. But distance and time will make them a lot less oppressive. Maybe I'll be able to treat them like normal parents someday. But, for now, they're Mom and Dad, and I'm their perfect little angel. quote:Name: Zoe Skrieger Oak Shore is a crappy little town but there’s some stuff going on. What’s a place that is interesting or mysterious or creepy around here? What do you know about it? So... you ever seen anyone go into WWK4 Radio Station? No? Me either. I'm not watching it all the time, but it's outside the coffee-shop I sometimes stop by to do a bit of studying before cheer practice. It took a few weeks before I realized I've never seen anyone go in or out. During one of my five minute breaks (don't look so surprised, small breaks are proven to increase content retention), I walked across the street and tried to go inside, but the doors were locked. The doors were tinted so I couldn't see inside, either. I hear that they broadcast all the latest music, though, so someone has to be bringing it in there, right? But what's the reason for keeping the place on lockdown? Who’s another figure at the school that’s interesting? This could be a member of the faculty or staff, or it could be another student too. What’s so interesting about them? I don't really have much time for gossip, you know. ...Fine. If you'll let me get back to studying, I'll tell you what you want.  My dad (His name is Matthew, by the way) is really good friends with Mrs. Henderson, the drama teacher. I'm... not really sure why, though. Dad's a really serious, practical sort. Well, as much as you can be and make a deal with an extra-planar being for a perfect daughter. But even that has an air of practicality to it, I suppose. No questions, no strings, no tricks. Just an fair deal between two parties. Anyway, Mrs. Henderson? She's... well... she's a bit out there. I guess that's the nice way to say it. It's like she never got the memo that the 60s ended a while ago, but she's still talking about chakras, crystal energy, and other stuff. Of course, since Annie was a witch... maybe she's onto something? Or maybe she's just really into crystals. I don't know. Now, I've got a test next period, so let me be. What were your impressions of Annie? Good or bad, I want the truth about how you felt about her - before her big reveal, that is. Oh, Annie was probably the closest thing I've had to a friend. I never really had a lot of time for friends, but from hanging around with her at cheer practice, I felt like we really understood each other. Still, it was a pretty tough friendship at times. I'm not as pretty as her, but my parents didn't really care about that. What they did care about was the fact that she sometimes topped me on tests. And that would make them... disappointed. Which meant at least two days of coming right home after school to study. Which would throw my cheer and student council schedule into a mess and then... Well, anyway, when Annie showed us what she could do at the party (and trust me, she really had to twist my arm into going)... it was honestly a bit of a relief! Everything suddenly made more sense. She must have been magicking up the answers to tests or something. I mean, if she was just human and doing better than me at balancing her life... what would that say about me? This is purely optional but I am frequently awful with Thread Titles, so if you’ve got a good idea, lay it on me. It's not paranoia if they're out to get you. Capfalcon fucked around with this message at 05:21 on Jan 12, 2017 |
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Jan 8, 2017 09:17
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 Keith Franklin, The Sasquatch Hi. What? Did you need something? You like my outfit? Aw, stop. It's just something I threw together this morning. I was picking between this and a robin egg blue shirt and I lost track of the time and had to run here. Literally. I didn't even try with this. This feels really familiar. You know Annie right? Who am I kidding? Everyone does. Did. A few years ago. I was sitting in the lunch room after school nervously playing with my scarf waiting for my family to pick me up. Out of nowhere, Anne came up to me and complimented my scarf. It was lightning blue with black streaks. I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything. I didn't think she even knew I existed. I stared and waited for her to leave. Instead she took a seat next to me and said that she wished I spoke more. She said, "Your outfit is half as beautiful as your voice". I asked her if she was making fun of me. She laughed. She said, "I'm not. I hear you in Choir". I smiled a big goofy smile. I told her I wished I stood out as much as my outfits. Another laugh. I don't know why but we started talking after that. Anne was one of the few people that actually saw me. You can laugh, it's the only reason this suit isn't tear stained. I'm sure this dress shirt is visible from space but despite the outfit, I blend into crowds. I could be standing in plain sight and people talk about me like I'm not even there. But not her, she always found me. I didn't mean to unload all of that to you. I'm still getting over her death. I wore a white suit for a week after I learned she passed. I guess I've always coped like this. Clothing is my thing if you haven't noticed. I've always been this invisible, as long as I wasn't hungry or hurt my parents couldn't care less. It wasn't until I tried to wear a midnight black denim skirt my freshman year that my parents decided to pay attention. Another time, I got sent home from school for wearing a hot pink Tank Top and some Cutoffs. I thought I wore it well. Every time I got in trouble, it meant I was doing something right. But all things come to an end and even when I was blending fuchsia and plum, I was invisible again. That was depressing. I was thinking of burning my sewing machine but then I decided to start doing this for myself. I made what my heart wanted and it was nice. I'm sorry I don't have much of a story. I'm just some shy kid. It was nice talking to you though and thanks for the complement. quote:Oak Shore is a crappy little town but there’s some stuff going on. What’s a place that is interesting or mysterious or creepy around here? What do you know about it? quote:Who’s another figure at the school that’s interesting? This could be a member of the faculty or staff, or it could be another student too. What’s so interesting about them? I wish I could clear his name but I don't know what happened that night. I left the party early that night, maybe nine, nine-thirty. I was there long enough for Anne's big reveal and then I went home. I was there and gone before anything happened. quote:What were your impressions of Annie? Good or bad, I want the truth about how you felt about her - before her big reveal, that is. quote:Name: Keith Franklin BallisticClipboard fucked around with this message at 09:35 on Jan 12, 2017 |
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Jan 8, 2017 10:42
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 Ursula Fern, the Black Hearted I need no introduction. But if you're a plebeian and live under a Dwayne Johnson I am Ursula Fern, daughter of Bartholomew Fern, owner of the Fern Grove Lodge, the only reason people ever visit this piss any town! Surely you've heard of him. Fern Grove is rather famous in the hunting community. So I've been told. There's always important looking people daddy is welcoming to the lodge. We have a lot of regulars. They fly in from all over. But that's just why daddy is well known around town. The real reason he's important is because he leads the Winter Lodge. The true stewards of the land and liaisons to the Cold Ones. Daddy is being stubborn and keeping me out of the lodge's business for now. But I'm going to run it one day! What is he going to do? Give it to Joe's boy? I don't think so! Besides I'm clearly being groomed into a courtier so I can navigate the maze of vassals the Cold Ones like to put in front of people. If you were clever like me it would be plain as day. It's not happening before I'm out of school so whatever. I got bigger problems. Like this bitch Annie. The other most popular girl in school. Other. Our people have been clashing for over a year. But then she invites me to that party. I wasn't sure if it was going to be like a trap or a truce. But then she shows me up with practicing magick! Ugh. I haven't learned anything like that yet and I bet she knew it. And now I can't get even with her! If I ever find out how did this I'm going to invent new ways to hurt people. I was going to beat her! But she ran the clock. Now I can't even throw shade at her. Not that I want to. Jesus. It was so much easier to just hate her. Now it's... complicated. If the Winter Lodge had something to do with this and I wasn't trusted to handle it I'm going to lose. My. poo poo. I don't know how witch craft intersects with the faerie. But they probably don't like unlicensed witches or some poo poo. Honestly the Cold Ones seem like a huge pain in the rear end. They got all these asinine rules. And if you don't follow them they want nothing to do with you in case you bumble something and tear a hole in the whatever and stuff. I got to say some ward phrase before touching steel, "cold iron." And I can only leave the house in exactly two layers of clothing. That one is a pain in the rear end. But I think it pays dividends. All their mischief regulations is more like a hand book on how to gently caress with people. I'm pretty much a master fucker with people... person. I'm going to come up with a better way to say that which isn't lame like prank master. So yeah that stuff is why I figure I got that text. "I know what you are." Pfft. I'm human jackass. Or is this a thing where collaborators lose claim to their humanity. Well if he thinks I have an ice cube for a heart I'll be happy to live down to his expectations. And if this is a prank he's going to regret it. People only thing of pedestrian poo poo like this. I got a deep playbook. I'll show him what mischief really is. And if it's some jack rear end hunting down weirdos like witches and poo poo, if he has something to do with what happened to Annie... oh I'm going to drag his rear end to court! I might deny myself the pleasure of doing it myself, but I'm sure the Cold Ones have just the thing for some puffed up turd threatening their humans. Either way I'm getting the last laugh. Unless this poo poo head wants to die before I get a hold of them too. ugh. quote:Ursula Fern LifeGetsWorser posted:Oak Shore is a crappy little town but there’s some stuff going on. What’s a place that is interesting or mysterious or creepy around here? What do you know about it? Of course the most interesting place is the Grove of Owls. Where the reality is hazy and thin. It is named for the flock of barn owls that live there. They gather and stare at anyone who gets close, which is enough to spook anyone anyway. It's really cool! I was only there once. That was when I received The Code, the list of asinine rules I mentioned. It was funny to watch the owls drag that big rear end book up to me. But no one's allowed to pass the line of stones unless they're the grand mufti or chosen. The center of the place must be really wild. The trees are all hosed up only half way into it.  Saula is really cool. And frustrating sometimes honestly. She has to like consciously stop herself from doing whatever she's told. I think she has a brain problem? I figure it would be rude to ask. But it means she's really nice! So I like to keep her around. My other friends can be really catty. You know? That sort of circle of predators dynamic keeps me on my feet to remain the alpha and that has its own place. But I like to just relax too and I can do that with Saula. She's got this bitchin fashion sense too. Everyone else says its really garish but they're a bunch of stupid assholes who think I over do it too. Punk is all about going total ham. And she does get pre-cut jeans like some poser all the wear and tear in her gear if legit. It's so raw. I love it. She's so cool. Ugh I hate her! She's soooo perfect. Everyone loved her. I was always trying to keep up, not that I like to admit I wasn't always keeping pace. She was so pretty, and her voice was divine and... ahem. Well she could have anyone around her finger if she wanted. But was too nice for that. Hell, I declared war on her but she wouldn't have it. I figured she was just maintaining appearances and was acting through her little poo poo sycophants as proxies. But this one time I was losing my poo poo in the bathroom. It was a rough day and I was trying to juggle The Rules. And it was just making everything worse and I just had enough of it. So she comes out of a stall. I wanted to die. My moment of weakness was on full display to my greatest enemy! But she just pulled me into a hug and told me it was going to be okay. She had this poofy sweat so she was so warm and soft. Ugh, I wanted to die. That was when she invited me to the party. God drat it she's gone I just want to forget her! Even dead she's a pain in my rear end! But I can't get her out of my head. SHY NUDIST GRRL fucked around with this message at 16:39 on Jan 9, 2017 |
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Jan 9, 2017 16:34
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Going to try and get a first round of questions up tonight so if you haven't already, please answer the initial questions at least and get a backstory in there so I get a feel for your character and can ask stuff!
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Jan 9, 2017 18:03
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App on hold while I figure out if I have the bandwidth to play  quote:Name: Bram Ashcroft Okay, so stop me if you've heard this one. New kid in town, hear about a party, show up and have a blast. Only this version ends in the death of the host, Amy or something - and the whole town you just moved into goes into super witch hunt mode and goes nuts for the rest of the summer. WIP quote:Oak Shore is a crappy little town but there’s some stuff going on. What’s a place that is interesting or mysterious or creepy around here? What do you know about it? quote:Who’s another figure at the school that’s interesting? This could be a member of the faculty or staff, or it could be another student too. What’s so interesting about them? quote:What were your impressions of Annie? Good or bad, I want the truth about how you felt about her - before her big reveal, that is. quote:This is purely optional but I am frequently awful with Thread Titles, so if you’ve got a good idea, lay it on me. Frgrbrgr fucked around with this message at 22:52 on Jan 10, 2017 |
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Jan 9, 2017 22:34
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 Noel Dunn, the Shadow There's not a lot to say about me, really. My name's Noel Dunn, I'm a senior at OSCS, I get good grades but not super great. I live with my mom - she's a nurse at the General, and it's just me and her now. My dad's dead; One day when I came home from middle school, he'd hung himself in the bathroom. Mom says he was abusive, but I try not to think about the details and she doesn't push me to. Leon doesn't like me remembering either - or any time before he was...here. He saw what you were and it repulsed him. Your own father. I did what I did to protect you. I mostly keep to myself at school. No sports, no clubs, I've got a small circle of friends I hang out with at lunch and stuff, but we're not really close. I don't think any of them have even been over to my house. I'm fine with it, honestly. Seeing the kind of effort people put in to keep their friendships going, I'm fine with just being an acquaintance. It's just better for everyone. If they saw the real you, saw the terrible things you think about them, do you really think they'd stay your friends? You're rotten on the inside, Noel, and your monstrosity is bone deep, but I love you anyway. Only I ever could... Annie was...I don't know how to describe it. At that party, she did something weird to me, I can't even describe it, but all of a sudden, things were quiet. For the first time since Dad died, I could hear myself think, without an audience, without Leon dredging up my every selfish moment. I'd never felt more alone and terrified in my life - it was like suddenly losing a lobe. I don't even really remember the rest of the night, just waking up the next day to find Leon back and Annie missing. My biggest fear is that...he did something to her, but I can't think that too loudly. quote:Name: Noel Dunn Oak Shore is a crappy little town but there’s some stuff going on. What’s a place that is interesting or mysterious or creepy around here? What do you know about it? My mom works at the Oak Shore General Hospital, and it's a little weird. The building my mom works at used to be a place where they did palliative care for the syphilitic, like a hundred years ago, but apparently someone went crazy and burnt the whole place down. Like forty people died. It's a maternity ward now, and at least once a year someone will report a haunting. What's weird is even Leon doesn't like the place - he's always quiet whenever we visit, except to tell me to hurry up and get out. I don't like it there. Who’s another figure at the school that’s interesting? This could be a member of the faculty or staff, or it could be another student too. What’s so interesting about them?  Charlie Parker was a friend of mine for a while. I met him in freshman year; he was the new kid, I'd just lost my dad, I guess we were both looking for someone to hang out with. We were close for a while, but then he started complaining about never getting any sleep. Then his dog died - mauled by a wild animal, or that's what his parents said, and I started getting suspicious. I tried to call out Leon, and he gave me an ultimatum. I thought I could call his bluff, and the next night Charlie's house burnt down. His little sister almost died. After that, I withdrew. We'd been close, but after the tenth time I blew him off after school, he took the hint. We're both seniors now, and we run in different circles. He's chairman of the incredibly tiny LGBTQ student group at OSCS, and he's got early acceptance at an Ivy League school. Not that I'm keeping track. I saw the way you were thinking about him, the furtive glances, the casual questions, the nighttime fantasies. Disgusting. He could never care for a thing like you. I need to protect you, Noel, even from your own decisions, and I only had to go that far because you made me. What were your impressions of Annie? Good or bad, I want the truth about how you felt about her - before her big reveal, that is. I wasn't particularly close with Annie, but I guess I'm not really close with anybody. I didn't even really get invited to her party - she told one of my friends he could bring his friends, and I just happened to be on the group text. She seemed nice - some of the other popular people use it as a license to poo poo all over anyone beneath them - but I wouldn't have been surprised if you'd told me she'd had a dark secret. I mean, I'd have been surprised if you'd told me the secret was literal magic, but I think that's true of most people. Green Bean fucked around with this message at 00:54 on Jan 10, 2017 |
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Jan 10, 2017 00:18
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another werewolf in upstate new york? don't mind if I do!
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Jan 10, 2017 05:28
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So here's questions for people who's apps are complete + questions. I'm only probably doing this one round of questions, so if you're not done yet, don't fret. Once some more people are done, I'll ask them their questions, too. I don't want to ask too many questions though - better to discover things during play. Lyra What's your favorite play? Why? Which character do you identify with the most out of it? Also, is this the first time you have felt the sting of Cupid's Arrow or has there been any others? If so, what happened to them? Aidan So is everyone in your family unicorns or is it just you? If the latter, how'd you learn about your heritage? What's the worst spot in Oak Shore as far as the whole "murdering magic" thing goes? Why's that? Angie Hey I don't mean any offense, but...how'd you and Annie get to be Best Friends, anyway? Is it just a matter of opposites attract or is there more to it? What has Mother done for you so far? What has she asked you to do for her? Jaya So what was it that alerted you to the supernatural occurrances in Oak Creek? How'd you deal with that first time? What do your parents think about the odd hours you keep? Do you think they've caught on at all? Daisy I get this is a touchy subject but - how long were you...uhm...away? Are your parents still in town somewhere? Is anyone from before? Have you tried reaching out to anybody, if they are? Even the people who might've...you know...killed you? Shanie So I noticed you didn't bring up a mother - where's she in all of this? Do you think Mr. Pauling might have any inkling as to your true nature? If not, how do you explain away your eccentricities to him - since you're in close proximity and all? Chere So where do you come from anyway? What's it like there? Why hasn't anybody come back around to...you know...pick you up? What does your real form look like? Little green man? Xenomorph? Sentient spaghetti monster? Nicole So other than the Judge - have you met any other...er...forest entities? Or anything like that? The first time you had to "take care" of a liar or a cheat - how'd you do it? What was the fallout from it? June So uh...when you say cult - or scratch that, when you say your blood - what are you even talking about? How'd you end up with your gifts, anyway? Is it inborn or did something...occur? What exactly are the effects of the...uh...communion? Aina So other than Annie and yourself, do you actually know any other Witches who can do what you can do? When and how did the two of you get your gifts, anyway? And who progressed faster; you or Annie? Zoe Just wondering - have you ever met anyone else like you? Or are you unique, as far as you're aware? Do you ever get to do anything for fun at all, or is it always work work work? Ursula So are the other lodges out there? What are they like, at least as far as you've heard? Does your kind sense all manner of weird poo poo or is it only places and things having to do with your own...stuff? Noel Has anyone else ever caught on to Leon, at all? Or well, that you're not exactly alone? Do you think if Annie was able to quiet things down that you might've been purposely kept away from her before the party? Is Leon really capable of murder?
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Jan 10, 2017 07:25
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 "Welcome, traveler. You're a long way from home." That's what Anne whispered in my ear, the night of the party. The night she showed us her strange magic, the night everything went wrong. At the time, I didn't understand what she meant... my house is only a few miles from hers. But before I could speak up, she gave me a kiss, smiled, and swept away. I... don't remember much from the party. There was food and drinks and music and... I started to feel strange. Lightheaded. The lights, the noise... the kiss... oh, it was like I was dreaming! When Anne showed us her power, I... I don't even remember what I did, what I said. All I remember is rushing out into the street in the dark, my head spinning, and then being at my own front door. Did it happen then? Or later? Or before the party even began? I guess I'll never know. It wasn't until the next day that I noticed. When I woke up in the morning... it's hard to explain, but... things were... different. This... this is not my home, no matter how much it might look like the Oak Shore I grew up in, oh no. There are people who look like my Mom and Dad and Sara here, and they live in a house that looks just like my house, but... oh God, it's not them! They dress differently, they talk differently, they... they glare at each other all the time, and... and at breakfast, nobody said anything, and afterwards Sara drove off in a car with a boy! Everything is like that. My room is pretty much the same, but I have a little television and a Playstation in the corner where my violin stand is supposed to be. I walk past Mr. Hartnett's farm to get to downtown, but I almost got lost because there's an alcohol store there instead, and no sign of Mr. Hartnett at all. The store looks abandoned, though, so that doesn't even make sense. And when I met her in the park, June smiled and waved at me, but this June seems... quiet and sad. I asked if she was feeling ill, but she said she was fine. But then why could she be upset? Even worse, Rachel -- she is my beloved friend as well, but this Rachel looks disgusted whenever she catches sight of me! I would write her a letter to apologize, but I don't know what mistake I could have made to make her angry! Or... oh God, what do I do? For a time, I thought... God, I thought perhaps I had gone insane! Maybe... maybe this is all right, and I'm the one that's, that's, that's wrong. Surely this is all just part of God's plan? B-but then Anne's words at the party came back to me -- she knew! She knew I was not from this place, that I was.... was lost, trapped, stranded! Maybe it was Anne that brought me here! She must know the way back, as well! She had to help me! But of course... I couldn't find her that day. Or the next. She had... had gone into the hands of God. No one will be seeing her kind smile ever again. My God have mercy upon her soul. And... and also upon mine. I must pray that whoever sent this new message, this person who claims to know me, is not mistaken. Because whatever secret poor Anne knew about me, and the way back to where I belong, she's taken it with her to Heaven. And left me to wander in Hell. quote:Hannah Bashir, the Angel Oak Shore is a crappy little town but there’s some stuff going on. What’s a place that is interesting or mysterious or creepy around here? What do you know about it? W-well, most of this Oak Shore is... similar, I guess... to my Oak Shore. Some buildings are painted other colors, some streets have names I don't remember, there are different stores, but if I don't look carefully I can almost forget. But then, then I find myself walking in the shadow of the Cartwright Tower. My God, do these people not even notice it? The first time I saw it, I nearly fainted! But nobody else seems to think it's even strange! Did... did they just get used to it? How is that even possible? It's so obviously out of place, so huge and terrible, like some terrible monster looming over the city! Heaven help us... Who’s another figure at the school that’s interesting? This could be a member of the faculty or staff, or it could be another student too. What’s so interesting about them? Ms. Villanueve is the school's counselor. One of the many, many little surprises I've run across is that they expect me to go and visit her, once a week, every Thursday. I don't know why, and I'm not sure how to ask. I had to go by this week, even though school hasn't started. I didn't really know what I was supposed to do there, but Ms. Villanueve just... assumed I knew, so I went in and sat down while she asked me a bunch of questions. She seemed worried, for some reason. At first she just asked how I was feeling, if my classes were all right. But all my answers seemed to confuse her, and she kept telling me I could tell her anything I wanted. What does that even mean? What were your impressions of Annie? Good or bad, I want the truth about how you felt about her - before her big reveal, that is. I - she was normal! Is... is normal. The Anne that I knew back home. I didn't know her very well, but we shared our lunches a few times anyway. I remember her laugh, her kind blue eyes... She was certainly not a witch! ...I... I think... oh dear. I still have the invitation card for the party, and on the back, she wrote: "May God watch over you in your travels." I thought it was sweet at the time, but now I don't know what to think. Did she know this was going to happen? And what does it mean that this other Anne is dead? Does this... does this mean that my Anne is dead as well? Oh no... megane fucked around with this message at 06:19 on Jan 11, 2017 |
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LifeGetsWorser posted:Chere That's mostly a joke My real form looked like this about a third of the way through the transformation:  Here I was coalescing into the form of Barbara, after which I replicated the combination of gametes and such and fast-forwarded through gestation and giving birth to my new form, then skipped the boring parts. People don't really remember being babies anyway. Little green men and xenomorphs and spaghetti monsters come from other parts of the universe but in other dimensions, yeah they are on Earth. Saying "other dimensions" is kind of cheating, though, everything imaginable shows up there. Like in Rick and Morty! A great show, one of the things Annie exposed to me that I did enjoy adding to my curriculum (I watched it at x3 speed). "Break the cycle Morty, rise above, focus on science." I'm trying to do that despite people hexing me and the random flood of distracting hormones my body secretes without the aid of magic. In general, I'm more like Rick than Morty though, that's for sure.
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LifeGetsWorser posted:Ursula Well I only know about the Summer Lodge because they're also here. There's probably uh, local branches in other places. That lodge is a gaggle of insufferable do gooders. Always sticking their nose is all the interesting business in town. Their stink has been all over Annie's investigation too. But that confirms my suspicions. This isn't some mundane murder. The Summer Lodge take it upon themselves to clean out the riff raff of the town. Or so Daddy and Joe like to grumble to each other about. Until Annie I wasn't sure if there really was anyone else in contact with the wild. But with this area such a wellspring of power I don't know why I didn't think the opposite. A particularly dim sense of direction could have you tripping over crystallized impossibility in the backwoods. And most people in this town are particularly dim. Wait, that would make Annie the sort of trouble maker that runs afoul the Summer Lodge. I thought they fashioned themselves good guys. Taking her own like that and then derailing the investigation seems a bit... underhanded. I'll have to be on the look out. Well it's like getting a sense for anything. You recognize your behavior in other people. Like... I don't know gaydar but for magick? Feydar. Regardless, even if all magick isn't from the wellspring of the deep wild and I'm not sure it isn't, it all seems to follow its own rules. The rituals and practices all make sense in their inscrutable context. But you just seem like a weirdo to the untrained eye. Or maybe OCD. But when you sync into the logic of your own rituals you can recognize the patterns within patterns displayed by others. And I have a good eye for this sort of thing I can assure you. Or the town has something in the water and everyone has brain problems. That wouldn't surprise me given the what passes for conversation I am subjected to on a daily basis.
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quote:Shanie Okay, so... Then I came around? Like, I was human, but as I grew I got my pelt. But she, Mom, she held onto Dad's pelt until I turned three or four. My first tangible memory, the one that sticks out the most, is of Dad holding Mom against the wall. Uh, long story short... Dad took me to the lake, and we became monsters. He didn't want me to look for my mother, which I... kinda understand. It would be nice to say hi to her, but if she was just manipulating him for "science," maybe we're better off. I don't know if I would even recognize her, or if she's still alive... And I'm not sure I want to know. quote:Do you think Mr. Pauling might have any inkling as to your true nature? If not, how do you explain away your eccentricities to him - since you're in close proximity and all? I need to find a better hiding place for my pelt, evidently. I didn't know what to do with it at first, so I kept it in my backpack until I moved in with him. Then I put it in my closet, just hanging up with what few clothes I have. And, I mean, it gets dirty sometimes. So when Mr. Pa--Geoff went to get my laundry, it was... on top of my hamper? I thought I was supposed to do it myself, so I didn't think much of it. So we had a little talk, and I explained why I... am the way I am. "Skaneateles Lake is my home." To him I'm like a mermaid, or a dory, whatever that is. He understood the concept, but not the details. I didn't tell him about Dad, not yet, and he wanted to look at the pelt some more... I let him. I mean, the secret's out, right? The reason why I talk to the sink at night, and take really long showers, and get so passionate about the lake! Like, he gets that. But he gave it back a few days later, and I hid it under the bed. And... now it's gone... again. Way to go Shanie, you did it again! Ugh. Maybe Geoff--Mr. Pauling--sorry, he used to just be Mr. Pauling, but he insists that I call him Geoff when we're not at school, and like I know him and his friends call him Geoff, but they're so ewww, and all of my friends call him Mr. Pauling which is how I always knew him, but either way they both just, ahmm-hmhmhmm... Is this weird? Is what I'm doing right now weird? Sorry. I was gonna say, Mr. Pauling probably knows where to look. Bleh. Double May Care fucked around with this message at 19:43 on Jan 11, 2017 |
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LifeGetsWorser posted:Daisy You can say it. How long was I dead is what you mean. Truth is, I'm not entirely sure time seems to move a little different for me now. If I don't have something to focus on I just sorta lose track and the years drift on by. I'll be doing fine for a bit and then it'll hit me. I'll remember the knives, how they glinted in the firelight. I remember screaming for help for mercy, for forgiveness. I'll remember the agonising pain as they stabbed into me. THEY TOOK MY LIFE MY FUTURE FROM ME! Sorry.. it's not your fault. I-I just lose control and when I snap back into reality it's hard to tell how much time has passed. If I had to guess I'd say about what fifty-sixty years. It was after the war I remember that much. So I'm guessing at least some of my fellow students are the children or grandchildren of my tormentors. Which is a real scary thought when I think how much I've missed. How much of my life I never got to live. I'm not even sure why I'm still around. Shouldn't I have ended up heaven or even the other place. Unless this is the other place. As for my parents. Well I guess they're probably dead themselves by now. I mean it's hard to imagine them surviving that long otherwise. I miss them I really do. Not long after I died when I found our house taken over by someone else I was determined to track them down to find out what happened to them. We have? had? family in Chicago so I was gonna hitch-hike there and see if I could track them down that way. I remember I made it as far as the interstate outside of town I managed to flag down a car and hop in. It was so warm and peaceful in there I uhh fell asleep. Next thing I knew I woke up and was back in the middle of town. Seems I can't leave without snapping right back here. From before? Quite possibly I mean there's a lot of old people around the town who could be some of my former classmates I guess. I haven't recognised any of them but after however long it's been would I? They've moved on they probably don't even remember me at all. People barely paid attention to me when I was alive so it wouldn't be that much of a shock that they forgot about me as soon as I was dead. The only one I recognise really is Judith Walters Although she must have been married because she's calling herself Mrs Forester now. She had been one of Jackies closest friends and I bet she wielded the knife that day. Of course I wouldn't have thought she ended up being a teacher of all things she never seemed the most studious of pupils when I was there. But I guess people who are not me change over time. Now she's the vice-principal of our old school and up for retirement in a couple of years. I wonder what people would say if they knew what a heartless murdering bitch she was. I don't think she recognises me although I did catch her looking at me curiously the other day in a school assembly. Still she hasn't said anything and I'm not sure I could get away with publicly accusing her without proof and proof would be hard to find after all this time. Still maybe I can still come up with some way to get my revenge....
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LifeGetsWorser posted:Noel Only two people at this point. The first was, well, after I stopped hanging out with Charlie, I withdrew, cut myself off from everyone. I didn't talk to anyone at school, didn't raise my hand in class, started eating lunch on the grounds where no one else would be around. I even timed getting home so my mom would already have left for her night shift. I'd have entire multi-day stretches where I literally never spoke to another person, it was just me and Leon. It was stupid, because my mom's not an idiot and she noticed pretty quick what I was doing. For my trouble, I got my mom watching me much closer and a referral for a therapist. Dr. Alvaro was a nice lady, but Leon's not something you can just fix. I tried to make it sound like it was just a delayed grief thing because of my dad, but I'm not exactly a master of deception, and three hours a week of nothing but talking about myself, I was bound to slip up. She started asking questions about whether I was in any toxic relationships, if I was experiencing a lot of fear, even some stuff about repressed emotional energies. I think Leon was visiting her towards the end, because she started to seem more tired, and her questions kept getting more pointed. In the end, though, I'd wised up and started hanging out with other people at school, even participated in class every so often. It looked like a healthy social life from the outside, and therapy is expensive, so I convinced my mom that I was better and she stopped making me go. It still feels like I dodged a bullet. The second person is a little more complicated. <This will be a PC> quote:Do you think if Annie was able to quiet things down that you might've been purposely kept away from her before the party? I didn't think that before you asked that question... It's definitely a possibility, but I'm a bit sceptical. Leon, for all the stuff he does, isn't that subtle. If he thinks something or someone is a threat to me or himself, he'll tell me to stay away, or he'd just go after them. If Leon didn't want me to meet Annie at the party, he'd just tell me not to go. I'd have just faked sick or something; I've learned the consequences of not listening to him. Unless you mean maybe Annie was avoiding me? That's a possibility, if she noticed Leon somehow and didn't want to approach me until she knew how to deal with him. quote:Is Leon really capable of murder? I-I don't know. I wouldn't have thought so before. He's endangered other people's lives before, like with Charlie's little sister, but I didn't think he'd ever deliberately set out to kill someone. But, you didn't hear him the morning after the party. He didn't know what had happened, where he'd been. He was terrified, confused, angry. He made me go over every second of time I spent with Annie that night - I still have the marks he gave me from when my memory was too fuzzy. He was like a cornered animal those nights, and I don't know what he gets up to when I'm sleeping. You useless sack of poo poo - I live for you, and you just let that witch throw me away? I'll still forgive you, though, because I love you. I'll always love you, Noel.
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 Theresa Pilgrim, the Fates This is the year it all comes together. This is the year it all falls apart. That's what they tell me, anyway -- the voices. They tell me they're me from... the future? Different timelines? I'm not even sure they're sure. All I know is that they tell me things. Tell me they know better than me, that they're going to get me through this year, because this is the year that my entire future depends on. There's the one who calls herself "Mama Tess," who says she's from about thirty years down the line and that she's going to take care of me -- (Oh, sweetie, you know I will. We're doing this right this time. I know who's going to hurt you and who's going to love you, and we're gonna make sure they all get what they deserve. I remember these years. I'm not going to let us be hurt again.) ... and then there's, um, The Pilgrim? Who's older, and kind of quieter, and... (... and ready to be done with this. You can make a lot of mistakes in 77 years, child, and they all start here. You're not going to make my mistakes again, even if it kills me. Nobody'll miss me. You aren't going to be me.) Look, I may be crazy, but I'm not stupid, okay? I thought it was schizophrenia. I was working up the nerve to tell Mom and Dad and my guidance counselor, last spring, and then the Pilgrim told me not to get a ride home with Stan Donahue after Symphony practice, because he was stoned as Hell and the cops were going to find the stash in his trunk that night. That one could have been a lucky guess, because everyone knew Stan was stoned and had a stash, but... he wasn't in school the next day. Then Mama Tess gave me answers on my History final -- essay answers, from stuff I knew I hadn't managed to study, the stuff in the last chapters of the book that we didn't even get around to doing in class but Mr. Weathers didn't take off the final. And then... they both told me to go to Annie Harris's party. Annie showed us. Magic is real. My voices are real. And now Annie's dead and what am I supposed to do? I was supposed to be getting ready for college this year. I had so much on my plate. And now I've got more, and while Mom and Dad are telling me to write my essays, my head's screaming that I need to do something or I'm going to be the next one wrapped in plastic in the lake... and now someone else knows, and, and, and... What do I do? How do I know the future and not know what I'm supposed to do?! quote:The Fates Questions: quote:Oak Shore is a crappy little town but there’s some stuff going on. What’s a place that is interesting or mysterious or creepy around here? What do you know about it? Okay, do you remember that coffee shop that used to be on the corner of Main and University? Grounds To Celebrate? That place always did a ton of business, but one day it just shut down, and nobody was sure why. I heard someone talking about a drug bust or something? That the building was condemned? That's not the weird part. Nobody's torn it down the building or built anything new, which is maybe a little weirder, but... The really weird thing is that I think it's still open, just... at night. The night I didn't get a ride from Stan Donahue, I was walking home and it was pretty late, and I saw that there were lights on in there. It looked like the windows were clear, too, even though they're boarded up in the day. There were definitely people in there, or shadows of people. I came back there the next day after school, to see if they were doing something new with the building, but no, just boards and graffiti. Old graffiti. What's going on there? quote:Who’s another figure at the school that’s interesting? This could be a member of the faculty or staff, or it could be another student too. What’s so interesting about them? I have this friend, Joel Golden -- well, I think he's my friend, but he's kind of everybody's friend? Joel just kind of goes wherever he wants, and everyone's cool with him being there, even if he really shouldn't be or he doesn't know anyone there. Like, he goes to all the football and basketball after-parties even though he's about 5'4" and has asthma and doesn't do any sports, and sometimes he hangs out with the hardcore evangelical Christian kids even though I know for a fact he's Reform Jewish and thinks the whole Jesus thing is really weird. And they don't even try to convert him or anything? He's just... allowed, wherever he is. I've even seen him walking out ofthe teacher's lounge a couple times, smoking one of those stanky menthols that Mrs. Larsen always has on her. How does he get away with that? quote:What were your impressions of Annie? Good or bad, I want the truth about how you felt about her - before her big reveal, that is. I'll be honest. I didn't really know Annie Harris that well? She was kind of more in the sports and party crowd, and I've always been more kind of... Symphony and Quiz Bowl and AP classes. I mean, she always seemed really nice, but... I was surprised I even got an invitation to the party, really, because I didn't think she knew I existed. ... She saw them, didn't she? Or saw whatever it is about me that made them show up. That's all I can think. oh god.
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LifeGetsWorser posted:Aidan My mom was. Don't misunderstand, she's not dead or anything. She's perfectly healthy. We're even going on a hike out in the woods later on today. The thing about being a unicorn is, uh, it's kind of something that's passed down from parent to child. A role, a title, a mission. Less something physical, more something spiritual. I don't secretly have hooves or anything. Well, I guess that's not entirely accurate. There's some physical stuff too. The myths aren't all wrong. It really doesn't seem hygienic at all, but if I touch something -- or someone -- that's sick with my hair... well, they get better. That's magic for you. Weird, but beautiful in its own way. It's why I keep my hair like this. It'd be a little awkward to explain why I brushed by some kid at school and their case of mono suddenly vanished between periods. Brings the wrong kind of attention. The kind from... them. I wish Mom was telling you about this -- she can explain it all way better. She was one for far longer than I've been. Decades. Maybe longer. Longer than I'll ever be, at any rate. I mean, there's really only one way that I'll live past the death of magic. I'd have to have a kid of my own. Pass the gift along. They wouldn't survive, but I would. What kind of person could do that? I want to say that I never would. That I'll never be tempted. That the terror of death won't drive me to do something terrible. But that would be a lie, now wouldn't it? Sorry about that. I try not to think about the end too much, but I'm in a bit of a weird mood. I was walking back from school and I cut too close to the mall. That would be fine normally, though quite unpleasant, but I walked by the end with the Macy's. It just... ugh. It felt like I was being covered in raw sewage. I don't know why exactly, but it's not just because it's a shrine to conspicuous consumption. Not that it helps. J.C. Penney doesn't give me a migrane and a nosebleed if I look at it, you know? There's something else going on there. Something bad.
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LifeGetsWorser posted:Nicole Depends on your definition of 'met'. Even once I'd given up on finding the Judge again I still spent time in the woods and after a few months I began to hearing voices. Sometimes they were cheerful and laughing, other times sobs. They always sounded like children. But no matter how hard I looked I never could actually find the source to these voices. I'm not sure if they were somehow invisible or just enjoyed hiding from me. Either way I prefer to avoid the woods these days. Obnoxious little pricks... quote:The first time you had to "take care" of a liar or a cheat - how'd you do it? What was the fallout from it? At first I didn't pay that part of what the Judge said much mind. But a few weeks after that little adventure while I was in the school bathroom I heard a girl in my science class, Maria Alvarez, practically bragging to a friend of hers about cheating on her boyfriend. Suddenly I felt this pit in my stomach. It definitely wasn't a normal human reaction, it was a feeling I'd never felt before in my life. Someone was being dishonest in a major way and it had to be made right. At the end of that schoolday I followed Maria and her friends as they walked home. Once she'd separated from her last friend I confronted her without any kind of plan. "Tell him! Tell him what you're doing behind his back!" Naturally she got defensive and started calling me a crazy bitch. Before I knew what I was doing I grabbed Maria by the hair and pushed her to the ground, still shouting "Tell him!" over and over. Once the initial shock wore off she looked terrified at me and started crying, finally promising she'd tell her boyfriend everything. The feeling in my stomach disappeared once she promised and so did all my anger. I felt...cold, but in a good way. I leaned down and told Maria I'd come back if she broke her promise. Fortunately she didn't and she's steered as clear from me as she possibly can while still being in the same school as me. There's only been a few incidents like that so far. I don't know if I've just been better at controlling myself or if there are less people who the Judge would consider liars or cheats. Another thing to ask him one day.
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LifeGetsWorser posted:So what was it that alerted you to the supernatural occurrences in Oak Creek? How'd you deal with that first time? That time. So, a while back (quite a while actually), Cecilia Linna's grandfather moves into town. It's kind of small - we tend to notice new people here. Anyway, he seemed to get on with everyone just fine. But (there's always one of these, isn't there?) I started noticing something with Cecilia. She got tired a lot more. Started taking time off school for being sick. And it wasn't just her - it was her family. Including her new brother. Everyone except the grandfather. Now that's not too suspicious right? Maybe some luck on his part. But one time I came by her house to drop off some homework. Might as well help her stay on top of things until she got better right? The door was open, which took me a moment to notice. And then I saw her grandfather. Holding the baby, and his mouth was open. So, so wide. A ring of sharp teeth encircled it, fangs all ready to bite. But he was inhaling something from the baby, drawing some kind of mist or something into that pit instead of biting down. My mistake was going "loving poo poo" and getting his attention. He almost dropped the baby, but came right at me. I dropped the homework and ran. I just ran the hardest I possibly could. I got away obviously, but then I start thinking. Had Cecilia ever mentioned a grandfather before? No...but maybe it just never came up? Pretty likely. But I also thought about what I had seen. No one would believe me. And so I went into the kitchen of my house, took a knife, and walked right back to her house. I think I lucked out - the grandfather hadn't done anything else. Maybe he thought I'd contact the police and tell them something. I didn't. Instead I walked in, and as he came at me again I took the knife out and jammed it into his neck. I didn't realize it, but when horrible black fluid came out I was so relieved. Part of me wondered if I had somehow hallucinated or saw something that wasn't there or what. But he screeched. Not yelled or screamed. Screeched. I took the knife out and stabbed him about where the heart would be on a human. He fell over. It was done. I had killed someone. Or something? But I had to right? To save this baby, who probably would have died. And then it came to me - how would this look? I quickly glanced around, saw the entrance to a garage, and managed to grab a shovel. I grabbed a giant trash bag, shoved his body into it, wiped away as much of the fluid as I could, and put the trash bag into the trunk of my car. Then I drove out, far away from where people lived. I found, in the woods, an area with soil that could be dug easily. And I dug. When I was done, I put him, or it, in there and covered it up. Then I drove back. It turned out I was right. No one ever brought up that Cecilia's grandfather just left. Her family got better real quickly. And when I asked about him, she told me that he had died a long time ago and certainly hadn't lived with them. So whatever it was, it used that family to get...whatever it wanted. Who knows. I didn't lose any sleep over killing something like that. The worry about what I'd gotten into or getting caught? That was where some sleepless nights came in. But like I said earlier - I knew there were strange things going on. If I hadn't been there, what would have happened to Cecilia? Her brother? Her family? So I started keeping an eye and an ear out for anything weird going on. And when it does show up, that's when I start looking into what's going on. And when I find something like Cecilia's "grandfather", something that wants to hurt ordinary people with no way of defending themselves? I do what it takes to stop them. LifeGetsWorser posted:What do your parents think about the odd hours you keep? Do you think they've caught on at all? The good thing is, both of them are kind of busy. Dad's a doctor, mom's a nurse at the hospital. So I can get away with most of what I have to do. Sometimes I have to sneak in and out of the house, but I think even if they knew they'd probably think it was just me going to hang out in some normal situation. Maybe not be happy with it, but they wouldn't know the truth. As long as things stay fine at home and and school, they figure it's all right. So I just need to keep my grades at an okay level and everything will be fine. If those started slipping...well they wouldn't know the real reason. But it'd get their attention and I can't afford that. I don't think they'd believe me and if they found out even some of what I've done - it'd be over. So I keep them in the dark. So far it's working.
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LifeGetsWorser posted:June First off, say what you mean, how you mean it. This little innocent act you're pulling might work for the others, but it doesn't work on me, and it didn't work for Annie. Also, "cult" is your word, not mine. My Word is something very different. Let's get that straight. It's something that's experienced, not discussed. I meant the offer. You can come see it at the flagpole every morning. We share. We let ourselves be honest with each other. There's a lot of people who think they are being real by standing aside, but you're never honest with just yourself. People lie to themselves the most of all, it takes someone else, another's eye to keep you really real. When we show up on Monday color coordinated basic bitch regalia, we at least know exactly who we are. At least, that's what I give people. it's certainly realer than your side-fade counter-culture bullshit. They are still themselves, I promise. You can still be yourself. I'm not replacing people. I'm making them better. But that isn't what you're asking is it? The blood... Faith isn't given or learned, you come to it yourself. I can't give it to you. It takes a holy life. It takes emotions, it takes dedication. It takes a death... I can give you unspoken words that aren't in the Bible, but they do clarify what's in it. I'm not gonna share that, not yet, until it's time. You first have to come to the flagpole, and actually meet these people, before I can trust you with it. As for where this came from. I guess I do come by it naturally. Just like Mom, but she's gone. We both fell from the same tree, you could say. Like I told you, though, I didn't come from someplace all that interesting. I'm not special, no more than Annie was, save in the eyes of the Other. Yeah, that's what I want. To be Queen, and let everyone share in something special. Does it really matter if it's a gift or a curse? Is it really any different than Eve eating the fruit? You have to eat it all. Seeds too. 
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LifeGetsWorser posted:Lyra Oh that's a difficult one to answer. Buuuut if I had to give one now, it'd probably be Coriolanus. The things that link the pair of us together are far too many to ever list in a succinct manner, but suffice to say that I can empathize with one being torn down at the apogee of their life, the peak of their greatness! And then, to be further betrayed by those who should, by all that is just and good, should have most supported his most noble and righteous revenge, to be mislead into forgiveness and thereby misled into signing his own death. Oh... poor, noble, Coriolanus. quote:Also, is this the first time you have felt the sting of Cupid's Arrow or has there been any others? If so, what happened to them?
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LifeGetsWorser posted:Zoe There's no one like me. Not even Annie, since she turned out to probably be cheating at the whole "perfectly balancing everything in life" thing with her magic. To be clear, I'm the one that made the deal with my parents. I don't remember much about the Outside, though. So, if you're asking if there's another being from Outside that made a deal with some heartbroken parents... then, maybe? There isn't really a meet and greet when we get over here, though. But, if I was gonna guess that anyone at school had similar circumstances... I mean, no one's as good as me, but maybe Peter Lynne? He's at the top of his class, which is Junior, thankfully. Less competition that way. He's also a star receiver, is chairing the homecoming committee, and is the lead in the school play. It's really weird, though, since outside of classes he always seems as dumb as a post. Some teachers are convinced he's cheating on tests, but they've never managed to catch him. quote:Do you ever get to do anything for fun at all, or is it always work work work? ...Ok, I swear, if you tell my parents about this, I'll make it my life's mission to make you regret it. Sometimes, I don't go to the coffee shop to study between school and cheer practice. Sometimes I sneak out after my "bedtime" of 10:30 PM. (They know I never go to sleep then, but I'm usually up late studying or doing homework for the next few days.) Instead, sometimes, I go to the park, wander far off the trails, and... um... smoke... marijuana, ok? Don't look at me like that! I'm always running on top gear, and sometimes even I have to take a just a little time to not flame out! It's not that I can't keep working like that; it's that this stupid body can't always keep up. Honestly, breaks like that let me work harder on average, but my parents won't see it that way. So... I have to keep it quiet, and now, so do you. Or else!
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e: withdrawing this app because you have like two dozen loving things apped already!
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