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Post by Lord Hayati on Jul 14, 2011 22:17:11 GMT -5
Aaron: apologize
"I'm Sorry for falling on ya'... But I kinda got ill For a Second."
You get up, and buy a COCA-COLA, which you promptly guzzle.
My Name is Aaron, if you're wondering. Again, sorry. What is your name, Troll Person?
Maybe there is a friendly side to these trolls. Who knows? After all, They're here with you and your friends. Might as well get to know them.
But you have a bad feeling about whats to come.
((Dan, describe Life, the Universe, and Everything!))
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Post by selmette on Jul 14, 2011 22:21:16 GMT -5
> Dan: Answer.
42.
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Post by gold on Jul 14, 2011 22:26:42 GMT -5
> Ikroye: Notice the scuffle.
Your friend appears to have been crushed by a LARGE, INTERRUPTING ALIEN. Before you can rush forward to help, she pushes the LARGE, INTERRUPTING ALIEN off of her. You didn't know she was that strong.
You turn your attention to the LARGE, INTERRUPTING ALIEN's shirt. You can't quite tell if it has the moon or the sun on it, and it takes you a second to realize that it's both of them combined. You stare at it a bit longer, until you feel a pair of eyes looking back at you. You look up to see that he's noticed your stare, and is returning it. Oops.
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Post by friday on Jul 14, 2011 22:35:12 GMT -5
Irikid: Reply.
Huh. He apologized. You weren't sure what to expect, but it wasn't this. Maybe it's just because you think uneducated humans that are SEVERAL TIMES TALLER THAN YOU would automatically look down on you. This one could be smarter than that.
"That's okay then~! I'm Ikirid~" you say. "I was sort of talking to someone before you fell on me, lol~ 83"
You see from the corner of your eye that Ikroye has made eye contact with the SLIGHTLY ILL HUMAN. You laugh inwardly; Ikroye seems to be shrinking in fear. He's so funny.
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Post by Lord Hayati on Jul 14, 2011 22:56:17 GMT -5
Aaron: notice another Troll person.
you can't help but notice another TROLL PERSON staring at you. Well, not you, but your shirt. God, it took you SO LONG to make this shirt. TNIAPSM is so complicated to use at times, but the outcome was worth it. Maybe You'll sell T-shirts...
"Like my shirt? made it myself. took So long to make it Though, makes me Think if it was Worth it. Anyways, Can I get Either of you Two anything?
What do troll people drink? are their INTERNAL ORGANS similar to the human's organs? You don't Delve too far into it. All it will cause is Brain aneurysms.
Then again, your brain likes to suddenly shut off while your imagination is actively flowing. You've always wondered why.
You Turn around, and Respond to the TROLL PERSON who has identified themselves as IRIKID.
"Nice to Meet Ya, Irikid. Again, sorry. I didn't have a chance to eat or drink before being brought to this moon mansion place.
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Post by icon on Jul 14, 2011 23:01:46 GMT -5
((Question: Since there's seven kids and seven trolls, would the arrow-thingy be seven equal signs long?))
> Aleces: =======>
Turns out you're pretty good at staying unnoticed. Which might or might not be a good thing, depending. You just sort of follow everyone and watch. It would always make everyone feel awkward when you just stood there.
And watched.
Then again, being one of the youngest trolls, you would feel quite awkward as well. Always having the feeling that you're weighting everyone down, that you'd be better off having just stayed at home. But you guess you don't mind.
> Quil: Abscond.
As much as you would love to abscond right now, there really isn't a very distinct place you could abscond to. It looks like that one troll girl who kept bugging you noticed you.
Oh great, here she comes with the adverbs. Always with the adverbs. It never ends.
"Lovely. It's you again." You attempt to shrug her off, looking through your notebook of PLOT IDEAS. Most of them are TRITE and CLICHE, but being quite young you are still learning about the concepts of ORIGINALITY and CREATIVITY. Maybe this adventure will help with that.
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Post by selmette on Jul 14, 2011 23:14:16 GMT -5
((uhhhhhhhhh sure))
> Dan: Narrate.
The astronaut guy, who has been standing in the room he was trying to lead you into all this time, suddenly notices a strange lack of annoying teenage aliens. He appears to have been in some sort of weird spacey trance through everything that was going on. He looks very, very irritated.
He opens the door, but doesn't bother to look for you. He shouts, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? GET BACK HERE OR I WILL KILL EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. WITH A SPORK." He is pretty confident that this will lure you all back to the room.
He sits in a chair in the center of the room and sighs heavily, holding his face in his hands. Around him in a semi-circle are twenty-one more chairs. This appears to be a storage room of some sort; along each wall is a row of bookshelves, stacked with old-looking cardboard boxes. There are more cardboard boxes scattered about the room. They are not labelled, but they all look sort of soggy.
He sits like that for a few moments and then comes back outside.
"You don't need to worry about Sean," he says in a calmer tone. "He'll be fine. Just give him a couple hours. Worst case scenario, we can--wait. None of you touched anything, right? Right?" He groans and bangs his head against the wall.
You are a very infuriating bunch.
> Ceci: Do something.
This entire time you've been just like, hanging at the back and watching everything go on. Not cool. You're supposed to be the center of attention. Not Mr. Glowystarshades, who now appears to be unconscious. You find yourself worried for him. You find yourself angry at yourself for being worried for him. You find yourself bothered by the fact that you are angry at yourself for being worried for him. You find yourself no longer wanting to focus on your emotions. You are a bit frazzled and irritated, and really would just like to figure out what the hell is going on.
The mysterious astronaut person who is kind of cute has promised you answers. He has also threatened to kill you if you don't follow him. You decide the best course of action is to follow him into the weird white room, and as such, you are the first person who wasn't already in the room to enter the room. He is waiting in the chair.
> Kiorid: Mindlessly follow everyone else and don't process anything that's going on.
Success.
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Post by Tam on Jul 14, 2011 23:21:59 GMT -5
> Buck: Revel in this uncharacteristic stroke of good luck.
While it is certainly true that people other than you usually get all the luck (all of it) and therefore the prospect of someone else being fallen on instead of you is surprising and admittedly welcome, you are too busy hoping the APPARENTLY PLEASANT ALIEN GIRL hasn't been crushed to do much revelling.
"Ikirid?" you ask hesitantly, but she is too busy disentangling herself from your chum Aaron to hear you. Well, at least you can use the break in your conversation to think of a suitably scathing way to describe your relationship with LORD SNOBBY.
Aaron looks to be more than a little INEBRIATED, but from what you have no idea. Being a good friend, you hang around behind him in case you need to catch him should he pass out, but not too close in case he decides to EJECT whatever it is he ingested. You just can't take him anywhere.
"I'm Buck" you say to Ikirid, somewhat belatedly. "Nice to meet you" The phrase you were looking for suddenly pops into your mind. "Cadrax is a miasmic warty toadstool sprouting from the putrid corpse of my dignity" you add. Your years of reading EXCESSIVELY MORBID MYSTERY NOVELS have come through once again.
You nod down the hallway. "Anyway the astronaut is making promises about systematically murdering us all or something like that so we may as well follow him into his lair or whatever" you say. "I mean unless anyone else has a better idea"
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Post by Lord Hayati on Jul 14, 2011 23:35:17 GMT -5
Aaron: quickly follow Astroknight Person.
Due to the threat of being VICIOUSLY MURDERED LIMB TO LIMB, you decide to closely follow the Astroknightnaut person thingy.
Looks like your small sickness is getting better. thank goodness.
"I Hope this Leads to something good. Promise me with Candy, Or Candy Corn!"
Candy Corn, one of the best materials of imagination making. Or so you've head. Last time you had 3 glasses of liquified Candy corn, you were out cold.
Then you had a New pesterchum handle.
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Post by gold on Jul 14, 2011 23:55:21 GMT -5
> Ikroye: Get interrupted.
"ye@h, i think it's--"
"BLUH BLUH KILL YOU ALL"
You decide that dying sounds scary, so you rush towards the room. He said something about a couple hours until Sean gets up, right? That gives you only a bit more Sean-free time. Yikes.
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Post by friday on Jul 15, 2011 9:50:11 GMT -5
> Cadrax: Be offended.
This is easy, as you are almost always offended. The astronaut's shouts are THREATS OF A VIOLENT NATURE, and you can't stand that. You doubt he would follow through with it, much less be able to do anything harmful. Unless he had some weird technology on his side. Or mind control.
In the ROOM you've been rudely brought to are many UNDESIRABLE BOXES that really detract from the wealthy-looking decor of the BUILDING. There are also thirteen EMPTY CHAIRS. You question this for a moment, but it makes sense, as only thirteen of the HUMANS and TROLLS combined are conscious. You guess the FAINTED HUMAN will just have to lie down somewhere and be useless.
Taking a seat, you recline haughtily, waiting for everyone else to arrive. You're beginning to understand the astronaut's irritation.
> Ikirid: Agree with your new acquaintance.
"Lol, then we have a ~lot~ in common, Buck~ 8E[/color]" His mastery of WORDY DEROGATORY PHRASES is striking and spot-on. You couldn't have said it better yourself. "And you're right~ We'd better get over there, 'cause that guy looks really angry~"
The astronaut is asking whether or not you've TOUCHED anything inside the BUILDING. Besides having your feet on the floor, you know you haven't, but Buck's ILL FRIEND seems to have. You wonder what the consequences will be as you head towards the ROOM.
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Post by Robyn on Jul 15, 2011 18:45:06 GMT -5
> Fyvell: Be Robyn's more important character.
What? Robyn? Is that a NAME? If it is, it is not a very good one. Your brain is really MESSING with you today. You have no idea why you are thinking these strange things.
You don't have much time to savor trolling your good buddy Quil before you are mysteriously transported to what you assume is the GLARINGLY OBVIOUS MARBLE BUILDING from before. You did get to hear his voice though, and it is pretty much like how you imagined it: curt, quick, and to the point, yet hilariously underdeveloped due to his JUVENESCENCE. Well, you didn't really imagine that last part. That's what makes it so funny.
Regardless, it is getting harder to acknowledge your MACERATION CHAMBER churning at the terrifying process of what all is going on, and you suspect that being indoors and with others is what's making things feel halfway normal again. It is usually against a troll's nature to actively want to socialize, but you suppose that you've never really been one for CONVENTION. You don't have much time to lose yourself in the new spectacle that the inside of the building has to offer before a new human instructs you to follow him to a nearby DOOR.
He yells a rather nasty THREAT, and while you find him a bit too melodramatic to take seriously, you decide you'll oblige. But not before teasing Quil just a little more. You walk alongside him, giggling at how he is trying to absorb himself in his notebook, like a cute junior novelist. You are the tiniest bit JEALOUS that his equipment made the journey to this realm while yours did not, but you mask it with a smirk as you sidle alongside him.
"I can 5ee ho~w happy yo~u are to~ finally meet me per5o~n, hehehehehe."
He lifts the notebook a little bit closer to his face and flips a page with fervor, quite intent on tuning you out. You bite your tongue to restrain your laughter.
"Ho~pefully we'll get mo~re o~f a chance to~ talk later!!!!! I WO~ULD jump into~ it right away, but cinece we're all 5o~rt o~f being co~rralled into thi5 blo~ck here, I think we 5ho~uld wait until we kno~w exactly what'5 go~ing o~n. Maybe give thi5 guy a chance to~ coo~l hi5 jet5," you say, looking up just in time to catch a glimpse of the astronaut's exasperated frown before he retreats into the block. Quil still seems determined to snub you, but you are okay with that. You are okay with a lot of things.
"Ju5t remember," you whisper way too close in his ear, "There'5 no~ blo~ck butto~n in reel life!!!!!"
You take your then take your leave, dashing into the next room. The man is already sitting down, as are a few others of your group, including the sole HUMAN FEMALE. You are rather curious about her. You are also curious about the SOGGY BOXES stacked all around the block and whatever their contents might be, but you think it best to just take a seat for the moment. You pick a chair that is a good distance from Cadrax. In your efforts to avert your gaze from his hateful visage, you see that Kiorid has also made her way in. You instinctively call her name.
"Kio~!!!!!"
While you're not overtly loud in saying this, the relief you feel at seeing her is OBVIOUS in your voice. She might be cryptic and tenebrous at times, but she is your friend, and you are glad she is here. You'd been so caught up in the sheer scale of the situation that you hadn't noticed her until now. You look at the seat beside you and then back up at her expectantly.
> Toby: Get situated.
The astronaut's hollering is not making Sean's dead weight any easier to transport. You give the man a disapproving look as you take your sweet time getting both you and your friend to where you need to be. The spaceman storms off into the recesses of the room. A little while later, just as you are approaching the threshold of the door, he returns.
He seems to have regained his composure, and he assures you that your friend will be JUST FINE. Then anger flashes back across his face when he inquires as to whether or not you have touched anything.
"Well, besides the floor, no" you say. "Why?"
The man glares past you. You turn your head to look, and see that Aaron is stumbling around and causing a general ruckus. He seems to have dragged Ikirid and Buck into his shenanigans as well. Perfect. You'd say something, but Sean is getting heavy, despite your WELL-MAINTAINED MUSCLE TONE. You head on inside.
A quick count of the chairs reveals that one of you will be seatless. You guess that in this way, Sean's unconsciousness actually sort of comes in handy. You set him down next to the chair you pick and wait for everyone else to arrive.
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Post by Andrea on Jul 15, 2011 21:56:19 GMT -5
> Cory: Do something!
As you continue SPINNING YOUR HAT ON YOUR FINGER, you realize that everything you've been doing for a while has probably been a COMPLETE WASTE OF TIME.
You decide to SIT. Another thing you are very good at besides LOOKING AROUND and BEING MANLY. You strike the manliest pose you can, which makes you look IN PAIN.
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Post by Lord Hayati on Jul 15, 2011 22:15:10 GMT -5
((Aaron is no longer stumbling. >_>)) Aaron: take a seat.you silently take a seat, without doing anything else. : use Aaron's Extra A to create a seat.Someone tries to steal one of your A's! [glow=green,2,300] THIS IS STUPID[/glow] It doesn't work.
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Post by Tam on Jul 16, 2011 3:00:00 GMT -5
> Buck: =======>
You can't think of any suitable reply. The alien girl is alarmingly agreeable. She even seems to express a similar disapproval of LORD SNOBBY, and only your NATURAL SENSE OF CAUTION and FEAR OF TOUCHING prevents you from hugging her right then and there. You knew you had the worst troll.
The astronaut is making dire threaty-sorts-of-things again, so you reluctantly follow Ikirid into the room, eyeing the astronaut as you pass him. You still can't manage to meet his EYES, but you glare at whatever bit of his face you can anyway. You have a sneaking suspicion you are glaring at the man's NOSTRILS, but feel it was a good shot anyway.
You have an odd feeling about all of this. Besides the whole being on the moon with aliens who hate you thing, you mean. Something about this whole setup feels... not right. As you enter the room, you have the sudden sensation of being cornered and find yourself wishing you were ARMED. Which is a silly thought, of course. As nice as it would be to own a DASHING PIRATE SABRE or something of the like, you have never been armed in your life and you see absolutely no reason this will ever change, ever.
It looks like Sean doesn't get a chair. You try your best not to look smug as you take a seat next to Toby, directly across from Cadrax. Once the seat in the centre of the semicircle is filled (presumably by the astronaut guy) your view of Cadrax will become rather pleasant, and by that you mean NONEXISTENT.
Until then you content yourself with ignoring him entirely.
"What do you think's in those boxes" you ask Toby as the last members of your group find their seats.
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