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Post by selmette on Jul 12, 2011 21:58:00 GMT -5
> Respond to nicely-dressed gothic moose-person.
"Thx," you say. You like this GOTHIC MOOSE-PERSON. She seems pretty cool. "Oh ok. Sry but its just like were on a moon-planet thing and there r aleins so i just asumed u kidnapped us lol sry!!! Well mayb we shuld figure out where we r?? Im ceci btw. Oh and wats your fav band & singer?? Cuz i like Justin beiber*."
Wait. It suddenly dawned on you that the GOTHIC MOOSE-PEOPLE probably don't have the same music as you do on Earth. Whatever. You can tell everything a band just from hearing their name. If she had good taste in music, she was totally on her way to becoming your first GOTHIC MOOSE bff.
You would have to remember to get her phone number after this was all sorted out. Wait. Did GOTHIC MOOSE-PEOPLE have phones? Oh well, once you found out all their names, you could look them up on Facebook or something. Wait. Did GOTHIC MOOSE-PEOPLE have Facebooks? Well, they had the INTERNET, at least. They probably had, like, Moosebook or whatever.
You glanced back at your cyber pals, who all seemed to have gotten a hold of themselves, finally. You couldn't like, wait to introduce yourself to them. Especially that cute one. Your mom would totally freak if she knew you were meeting people from the internet, though. Except, you're like, on the moon. And not by choice. So it's not really that bad, right?
*Justin Bieber(23) has been added to your list of ARTISTS.
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Post by Tam on Jul 12, 2011 22:02:57 GMT -5
> Buck: Converse with now real-life chums.
You turn to your friend AARON, doing your best to avoid looking at the HIGHLY DISCONCERTING VIEW OF SPACE behind him.
"Well" you say, "That's kind of what I just said but okay" Aaron is a bit weird sometimes. But then, that's probably why he's your friend.
By the way, those ALIENS are still there. They're still a thing. They never stopped being a thing, no matter how hard you've been ignoring them.
You decide to stop messing around and just talk to one of them. I mean. What's the worst that can happen? Apart from getting flamed by LORD SNOBBY MCSNOOTNOSE OF SNOOTYVILLE, that is. Again.
You decide to make an impression by showing off your detective skills and address the jerkface alien by his jerkface name.
"Hello Cadrax" you say, doing your best to look down at him, which is hard because you are several heads shorter. "If you aren't too busy standing there looking like an idiot why don't you help us figure out where the hell we are"
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Post by friday on Jul 12, 2011 22:30:45 GMT -5
> Ikirid: Reply to Ceci.
"Lol that's fine, I probably would have thought the same if I were you~" you say. "Ceci is a pretty name~! 8D Soooooo cool~ I'm not sure about bands and singers though~ I'm not very into music, and I don't know much about Earth music, either~ :/"
This HUMAN is nice. She seems to be more confident than some of the others, but also a little weird. That's okay, though. You don't mind weird too much.
> Cadrax: Speak with the troublesome lowlife.
It seems that Ikirid was her usual scatterbrained self and misheard you entirely. Oh well. You see no point in trying to hold her attention, because she doesn't seem to know squat. You don't understand why she is speaking to the PINK LIFEFORMS, which are probably called HUMANS. They look very undesirable.
And if you weren't already disgruntled enough, one of these humans has the gall to speak to you. It must be the one you've trolled in the past. You really didn't want to have to confront such a TROUBLESOME LOWLIFE in person, but it seems like there's no way to avoid it.
"|I am most certainly not standing arouund like an idiot|" you lie, "|buut while youu requuire My assistance there is no way for uus to know where we are|" You smirk a little at his efforts to show you up, despite being so small. Pathetic. "|if there are any answers here they are bouund to be in that big shiny buuilding since there isnt muuch else here|"
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Post by icon on Jul 12, 2011 22:54:16 GMT -5
> Quil: Answer friend.
"Huh? Yes, that's me. Quil. You must be Toby." You have the tendency to keep your comments AS BRIEF AS POSSIBLE. You feel like you have better things to do with your time than talk to people. Things like WRITING. You decide to get back to that. You don't want to forget your story ideas.
In all honesty, your writing is PRETTY AWFUL but none of your friends have the heart to tell you how bad it is. If they did, you would probably IGNORE them anyways.
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Post by gold on Jul 13, 2011 0:08:46 GMT -5
> Sean: Take charge.
As usual, they were talking. Meaningless conversation. They were even getting friendly with the trolls. No. Just... No.
You had to stop this and get everything in order.
You clap your hands once and say, "Quit goofing off, guys. The moon is not the proper place to have a cup of tea and inquire about alien pop culture. Obviously, we need to get a move on to the glaringly obvious marble building over there and then we can see what's what."
> Ikroye: Try not to exist.
You're doing quite fine, you think.
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Post by Robyn on Jul 13, 2011 0:15:39 GMT -5
> Toby: Drop hand.
Quil's reply is as laconic as you expect it to be. Some people really don't sound as different offline as they do online. Some people also aren't too interested in handshakes. It used to hurt your feelings when others wouldn't return the near-instinctive gesture, but you've gotten used to it in most cases now.
"Well, it's good to finally meet you" you say, stretching a bit and looking around.
"Have you, uh, tried talking to any of these aliens yet? They look like they could be...nice"
In all honesty, out of all the trolls that are actually moving around and things, only one of them looks like they could be nice, and even she is seeming a little bit crazy right now. However, you are trying really hard to be polite here. Even when the rest of the world is going mad, at least you'll still have manners to rely on.
Manners are everything.
You see your friend Buck, who you haven't gotten the chance to formally introduce yourself to yet, speaking rather heatedly to one of the trolls. It appears that he knows his name. The aliens seem to wear their signature colors on their person-- trollson? You aren't sure. You wonder if you can pick out any of the aliens you've gotten the chance to talk to.
You think you see a familiar swatch of goldenrod on one of their shirts, but before you can examine this more fully, your friend Sean speaks up, proposing the idea that it'd be a good idea to go ahead and get a move on towards that large marble building in the distance.
"Sounds good to me" you say. You introduce yourself to Sean afterwards. His handshake is exceptional.
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Post by Andrea on Jul 13, 2011 0:19:02 GMT -5
> Cory: Wear the fedora. Be the leader.[/u]
Enough of this. You decide it's time for a real MANLY MAN to take charge here.
You're not sure who that is, but you hope he shows up soon.
Your friend Quil who you remember for writing STORIES YOU THINK ARE ACTUALLY GOOD seems to be preoccupied. You could wait for him to finish his conversation, but you decide against it even though his conversations are USUALLY BRIEF.
"Y-yeah, i agree. we s-should gt mving, or somthing."
You look at Quil, then over at Sean. You've decided to avoid making eye contact with any ALIENS, they kind of bother you. You liked that FORUM until they TROLLED IT UP.
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Post by selmette on Jul 13, 2011 0:25:00 GMT -5
> Ceci: Glare at Sean.
You GLARE at Sean with all the FURY and RAGE you can muster. For no reason. You just totally feel like glaring at Sean. So you totally will. But you have to admit, he totally has a point. CRAAAAAAAAP!
You decide to agree with him so that you don't look bad.
"Seans rite, guys," you say to everyone. "We can totes like catch up l8r & stuff but we need to find out were we r & stuff. So yea lets go." You have a strange feeling someone just said something almost exactly like that, but you don't remember hearing anyone. You begin to march off toward the GLARINGLY OBVIOUS MARBLE BUILDING.
> Ceci: Be the semi-psychic blood-of-unknown-colour troll girl.
It has hapened. It has finally hapened. The thing you have been anticipating and having visions about for so long; it has just begun. You know exactly what to do*; but at the same time, you have no clue. It's a very odd feeling that you don't like at all.
You say nothing. You try to clear your mind, with no thoughts in your head, no feelings in your body. You will let your companions choose their own course and ask for help if they need it.
*U2(78) has been added to your list of ARTISTS.
Wait, what? What's a U2? Since when do you have a list of ARTISTS? What? How did that even hapen?
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Post by gold on Jul 13, 2011 0:34:09 GMT -5
> Sean: Receive several things.
You get glared at by Ceci, and you smile at this, barely holding back a laugh. It's quite a funny glare.
Cory and Toby voice their approvals, and Toby even shakes his hand with you. You didn't think it was that inspiring.
Ceci then gives her agreement, and you stop yourself from flinching. You were a grammar/spelling/everything nazi, and the way she spoke was earsplitting. It was bad enough reading her blinding text.
You walk to the middle of the clearing, turn towards the building, and start walking.
> Ikroye: Keep being nonexistant.
You're pretty good at this.
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Post by selmette on Jul 13, 2011 0:39:20 GMT -5
((lol okay when i wake up i'll do the INSIDE OF BUILDING stuff so... basically we're all just walking now. i'd talk along the way, the walk is going to be longer than you think))
> Ceci: Approach the creepy moose guy that was totally checking you out earlier.
Cautiously, you approach the creepy moose guy that was totally checking you out earlier.
"So um," you say awkwardly. "Im ceci. Wats ur name?"
With your luck, you'd be able to like, totally manipulate him to your advantage at any time you want. Being friends with aliens has to have a lot of perks, right?
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Post by gold on Jul 13, 2011 0:51:56 GMT -5
((no prob lol, i figured as much. i have a feeling someone hasn't even posted yet, so we should wait for them too.)) ((edited because I forgot Ikroye doesn't use capitalization and stuff. >_> It was late, okay?))
> Sean: Be the leader.
Being the first to start walking has its advantages. You are front in line, therefore, you are the leader. You like this.
> Ikroye: Get pulled back into existence.[/u]
Oh no. You were hoping you wouldn't have to talk, especially not with her. You have a rather unfortunate speech impediment. Whenever a regular word would call for an O or A sounds, you would mess it up and say both, like ay-oh. You can't even pronounce your own name correctly.
You are also afraid that you will become easily manipulable to her advantage at any time she wants. You hate it when this happens.
"er, i'm ikr@ye." You wish you could think of something to say, but it was as if your brain was a magical unihorn that was being stabbed in the larynx with a spork. And a lot of other things.
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Post by Robyn on Jul 13, 2011 0:55:58 GMT -5
> Fyvell: Snap out of it.
Having stared at space for quite some time now, you are compelled to come back to Alternia and see what everyone is up to. Or the moon. Wherever you are. You watch the human kids for the while, catch a few of their names, and after one of them makes some sort of announcement, they all congregate and start moving towards the imposing faraway building.
You toss a glance at your fellow trolls. Kio looks as blank as ever; Ikroye is hunkered down into himself, apparently trying to call as little attention to himself as possible; Helixe hasn't really made a move since you got here; Ikirid is tagging along with the kids; you don't look at Cadrax. You really would rather not risk vomiting all over the beautiful surface of the silver ground.
You decide this just won't do. Your intense inclination towards exploration is triggered at the sight of those silly aliens getting ahead of you on what is sure to be a terrifyingly amazing journey, and as scared as you are, you know that being around others will put an ease to your anxiety. And heck if those kids are going to be the first ones to get to that cool-looking house.
Weirdly enough, you start to feel like yourself again as you break into a run and catch up with their pack. You immerse yourself into the front-ish middle of their pungent human group and start talking. You like to talk. A grin creeps onto your face as you remember the names of one of the kids you delighted in trolling back in the day. (It really wasn't that long ago.)
"5o~, which o~ne o~f yo~u i5 named Quil?"
Your fangs glint in the starlight.
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Post by Tam on Jul 13, 2011 1:38:27 GMT -5
> Buck: Answer Lord Snobby.
"Yeah because those moon buggies and guys in space armour are completely unlikely to be important in any way" you say. You glance at the GLARINGLY OBVIOUS MARBLE BUILDING. The alien is probably right, of course. The building will contain answers. That much is GLARINGLY OBVIOUS. But your natural curiosity is kicking in, and you'd really rather start by looking for answers around your current loca—
Um. You do realize you're getting left behind, don't you?
> Buck: Be the rear guard.
SEAN is trying to be the leader again, and it looks like he's succeeding. You roll your eyes. You would feel indignant and generally emasculated, except you can't quite be bothered to. You've always considered yourself more of a LONE WOLF TYPE. It's easier to notice things when you take a step back. Or so you like to think. Probably this is just another way your subconscious is attempting to combat your SLIGHT INFERIORITY COMPLEX.
One of the things you notice when you take a step back this time is that the aliens are following you. Well, not even so much following as mingling. You're not sure how you feel about that.
Wait. Yes you are. You're unfathomably vexed.
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Post by gold on Jul 13, 2011 2:16:18 GMT -5
> Sean: Keep leadin'.
You do just that. You hear one of the trolls asking for Quil, and you decide to ignore this. Quil can handle himself.
Buck, as usual, is skulking around the rear end of the group. He's probably doubting your LEADERSHIP, too. You decide to ignore this as well.
((edit: Since this is the first time they've all met irl, I should elaborate. Sean said "as usual" because Buck acted kind of like that on the forum))
You wonder if those SPACEMO--ASTRONAUTS have some VEHICLES that are already finished. It would sure make this TRIP to the GLARINGLY OBVIOUS BUILDING a lot quicker. It looked a lot closer back at the STARTING POINT.
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Post by Andrea on Jul 13, 2011 3:13:11 GMT -5
> Cory: Keep followin'.[/u]
You noticed that Sean decided to take over as the leader. That's fine with you. You consider running ahead just for kicks, but decide against it. Instead you proceed to continue LOOKING AROUND at the PEOPLE and MARBLE BUILDING since you were pretty good at that.
Deciding enough people are pestering Quil at the moment, you decide to try and recognize some of your other CHUMS. Someone seems to be acting as the REAR GUARD and you make a wild guess that it's Buck. You sort of remember Buck as being A BIT OF A LONER.
You decide to slow down your pace a little bit since you're feeling KIND OF AWKWARD being right in Sean's FOOTSTEPS anyway. Now closer to Buck, you offer a FRIENDLY SMILE in case they want to initiate conversation. You'd initiate a conversation but it doesn't look like your typical "How's the weather?" will really apply anymore. You end up looking KIND OF CREEPY.
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