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Post by zandyne on Sept 28, 2008 1:15:53 GMT -5
“Oh,” Gen sounded genuinely clueless at True Blue’s response, “but that wouldn’t do at all.”
Gen cast a gentle gaze in her direction, but there was something just beneath it that suggested the exact opposite.
Coincidentally a sizzling noise started emanating from True Blue’s bed…
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Post by Ninmast on Sept 28, 2008 21:41:51 GMT -5
"Should've stuck to the character," the ranger pointed out with a smirk as he heard the sizzling, guessing it meant the bed was rapidly heating up. Meanwhile, he slipped his own shoes and socks on, stood and slipped his jacket on over his shoulders.
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Sept 28, 2008 22:12:24 GMT -5
"So much for this being an estranged form of a nightmare." Kainus said as he slowly crawled from the bed. He calmly buttoned the collar of his shirt and straightened out his tie before putting on his leather shoes followed by the suit coat. He then stood up and waited. From the look on his face, he did not look like a happy camper.
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Post by zandyne on Sept 29, 2008 0:23:30 GMT -5
Gen broke her focus from the bed and replied with what was supposed to be warm and comforting, the sizzling sound continuing to grow more intense from True Blue's bed.
"Don't think it like that think of it more like a," she appeared to give it thought but a careful observer would know that she'd had to reply to similar comments such as Kainus's, "Well, like a transition."
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Post by TrueBlue© on Sept 29, 2008 3:07:28 GMT -5
TrueBlue© nearly killed herself flying off the bed, she jumped so fast.
"You can't keep heating it when I haven't replied!" She shrieked, more appalled than angry as she shook out her sleeves. "I have rights! And I know them. I have a lawyer character based on Jack Thompson!"
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Post by zandyne on Sept 29, 2008 4:11:54 GMT -5
She didn’t pay much mind to True Blue’s indignation, she sounded rather innocent of the accusation, “But I didn’t heat the bed.” Everyone else could almost hear the silent, ‘It was your own fault for not getting up.’
Regardless the lawyer reference didn’t faze her whatsoever. Maybe she didn’t fear lawyers or maybe that particular one, but Gen didn’t seem affected by things like ‘rights’ or controlling author’s characters whatsoever.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Sept 29, 2008 21:55:50 GMT -5
"The bed still freezes in time!" The authoress argued, thoroughly incensed.
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Post by zandyne on Sept 29, 2008 23:56:01 GMT -5
Gen ignored her again and instead bent her arm so that she could check her watch, it seemed like a habit of hers, "Well then since you're all up shall we head down?"
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Post by Ninmast on Sept 30, 2008 8:23:43 GMT -5
"Fine by me," the red ranger answered, his curiosity about the island rekindled now that he was past the, "Ungh, liiiight," stage of waking up.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Sept 30, 2008 13:30:36 GMT -5
Miss Blue only waved distractedly, still upset.
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Post by zandyne on Oct 1, 2008 0:24:48 GMT -5
Their caretaker immediately perked up again, much obliged to guide them down to the mess hall. Instead of repeating her door-crafting skills like the night before though, she just turned on her heel and went back through the spontaneous opening she’d come through. She pointed up a finger and twirled it idly in the air, an action which seemed to tug them along gently.
The group made their way down an impossible setup of stairs that went into infinitely different direction and seemed to serve more of an aesthetic purpose even though on occasion they saw the shadows of others walking on those strange stairs out of the corners of their eyes.
Soon they arrived at a stadium-sized area lined with tables which were filled with characters, authors, food and other necessities for eating. There was a great variety among them, a plethora of things that paradoxically should have never been seen together were interacting as if it was perfectly normal. A fine example was of the sentient T-Rex having a cup of Earl Grey Tea with an Astronaut chomping down on a giant turkey leg. The very air, as expected, buzzed with conversation and was mingled with the noise of things trying to speak with each other. The scent of too many different cuisines accompanied the barrage of sound as well. Overall the atmosphere was energized yet one that was fairly in good spirits, but the ever-present Bailiffs could be seen along the edges of the wall as well as by the long buffet line.
“You’re free to help yourselves,” she pointed to the obvious food station. How she was being heard above the clamor was an obscurity in on itself. “I’ll be back in an hour after you’ve eaten your food,” she continued as she somehow ushered them forward into the fray with only lifting a finger.
One look away from her and she was gone again.
(Free discussion on you guy’s part this time.)
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Post by Ninmast on Oct 1, 2008 5:55:26 GMT -5
"This is cool," the ranger observed, not seeming particularly bothered by the cacophony of odds and ends in company. He made his way toward the buffet line, quite flexible in terms of finding edible food, as well, but given that this was breakfast and they had earl grey tea and turkey legs, he doubted he'd have trouble finding something. "I was afraid we'd be swimming in Mary Sues by now or something."
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Post by TrueBlue© on Oct 1, 2008 23:21:31 GMT -5
"Holy shoot." TrueBlue© admitted, blinking around. "Yeah. Look at all the not-half-elf characters."
A force of habit, she split from the only two people she was familiar with in the whole wide room to find the plates. She'd catch up later.
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Post by Beanybag on Oct 2, 2008 19:16:40 GMT -5
Sitting quietly, a blonde man pushed away from of a mostly finished plate of food and got up. He saw one of the new admissions to the island walking by herself and decided to offer his assistance. It might be scary for her being in a new place like this. Plus, he looked like an assistant in his shirt and tie.
He approached the woman smiling. "Hi there! Need some help finding something?"
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Post by TrueBlue© on Oct 4, 2008 1:19:26 GMT -5
The young lady with perfect hair in the mink coat gave the man a look that was nothing short of ugly.
"...No. Thank you."
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