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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Nov 1, 2005 2:02:21 GMT -5
Renée grinned and shrugged. "Job sucks. It's terribly boring without any mental stimulation, you see...at least some of my coworkers are good conversationalists. And the life bit...well...it's either at my job or online. Sad, eh?" She pointed at his hair, gesturing in a circle while she tried to come up with the right phrase, as it sometimes took her a moment or three. "Nice hair and stuff. Looks good on you. And...don't tell me you took a sixteen-hour drive out here just to look at books." She grinned at the idea. It was terribly silly. And it was what she had done, too, although not just for the book part, but another reason she couldn't at the moment come up with for the life of her.
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Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on Nov 1, 2005 3:37:00 GMT -5
"Yes, well..." He said, standing up. "I do love books." He laughed and smiled. He had come to meet some very important people, but he had a feeling Renée already knew that.
"Want to get something to eat?" Andrew asked, thrusting his hand into his pockets and drawing out half a dozen golden coins and a blue bill. Andrew loved to eat, though only chose to eat as much as he could on a few select days, like thanksgiving. It could almost be said that he was a 'closet hobbit' when it came to food, his love for it holding no bounds. He told nobody about his secret, though he was sure that people suspected during highschool, especially if they saw him splurge on his monthly pizza and fries, buying large amounts of food and enjoying it greatly.
He had taken kindly to the comment about his new look, his eyes brightening at it. He had to really work hard at changing the way he held himself, often having to have mental reminders to stand up straight or look ahead and not down. It was always nice to have these things noticed.
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Post by Joan Omnipresent on Nov 1, 2005 8:19:10 GMT -5
They're LEAVING!!! What are you going to DO?!
If Joan were actually Joan, she would've run to Andrew and Renee and glomped them soundly. If Joan were actually FD, she would have sneaked off home to cry. As it was, the two personalities began to war within her, and the result was that she sat very still, sighed very loudly, and stared. You're staring. ((Lookie! Canadian money, which I don't have...)) That's okay. If they hate it and yell at me, then I'll tell them who I am. ((Yeah, if this RP lasts more than a week, I could starve!)) People don't yell at you for staring. They just think you're rude. ((Man...I don't like the sound of that.)) Fine! They don't know who I am, so they'll think I'm rude, now will you just SHUT UP!!! ((There IS no sound, stupid! We're just thinking on two different levels. Wait...we?! Agh!!!))
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Nov 1, 2005 13:09:04 GMT -5
Renée? I know a Renée, Tiff thought thoughtfully, which was of course a rather silly way to phrase the statement. She even sounds like the Renée I know. Which is rather surely impossible, because she wouldn't've taken a 16 hours drive out to WEM just to look at books without telling me...
"Head nearing implosion," she muttered to no one in particular, though by rights her mother should've been there, because she couldn't drive on her own yet. Not without a liecensed driver in the front seat.
Weird. I know an Andrew from MEI too...
...Nah.
...Gotta be just conicendence.
Yeah. Always just convenience.
...but... still...
Nah.
Had Tiff been Eowyn Skywalker, she would've made a loud commotion and shrieked about her worst nightmares coming true. For that matter, had she been Ariane, she would've done the same thing. Had she been Tiana, she would've went to glomp them, and walked about suspiciously searching for other Middle-earthians. Unfortunately she wasn't. She was just Tiff.
And it's not like I'd ever see them again anyway, she reasoned, peering from around her present anime book to search for the familiarly named beings. So if they think I'm an idiot, I can lock myself behind the latest Artimus Fowl, or hide behind the girl on the chair, or something. The one sighing. She looks nice.
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Post by Lady Maeggaladiel on Nov 1, 2005 15:18:10 GMT -5
Lena found her Terry Pratchett novel, but alas, it was in hardcover and was therefore too expensive for her college-type budget.
Instead, she decided to mill around aimlessly in the science fiction/fantasy aisles. Why was she in Canada, anyway? She wondered to herself. Wouldn't it be freaky if she ran into someone she knew from online?
"Pfft, not likely," she answered herself. She looked around her anyway, even though she had no idea what anybody online actually looked like.
"I should just make myself a t-shirt that says LOOKIT ME! MY NAME IS MAEGGALADIEL and wear it everywhere," she muttered.
There were quite a few people in the store, she noted. Most of them seemed to be listening to a conversation between a guy named Andrew and a girl named Renee. What was the big deal about them, anyway?
If Lena was Maeggaladiel, she would have jumped into the strangers' conversation for no apparent reason. She would have mysteriously appeared in-between them and grinned stupidly, as was her usual method of entering MEI RPGs. Or she would have used her Jedi Elven Mindpowers to send them mental messages and freak them out, just for a laugh. But she wasn't Maeg, and she didn't have any special magical powers, so she went back to the Terry Pratchett section and reread the back of "Masquerade!" for the fiftieth time. Eh, someday she'd get around to reading it.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Nov 1, 2005 19:52:26 GMT -5
Oh, for crying out loud. It's obvious most of the people in this obnoxiously Tad Williamsless store are ME:Iers... I mean, the feeling of waiting in here is sort of oppressive... Kinzie shook her head and grinned slightly. Someone should just stand on that mini table over there and yell "EVERYBODY FROM MIDDLE:EARTH INSANITY, COME STAND OVER HEEERE!!!!!!" Cept, that could very well get that somebody kicked out. Her thoughts wandered, trying to put faces to names names to people who read what types of books, and then placing faces with the people who read those kinds of books. All in all, it was rather confusing.
She heard the mention of food somewhere over a shelf, next to which she was skim reading the next book in the 'Farseer' series by Robin Hobb, and was instantly awake and alert. Heh, there's a song about that... ''I'm alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic"... Ah, dzang... I have a ton of Canadian money on my headboard at home. Wonder if I brought it. Wonder if I brought my car... hey, at least I have my shoes. I wonder if I even have US cash I could exchange... last I checked, I was broke. Maybe I should get a job.
The perusal of her pockets turned up fifteen cents, and a ticket stub from Elizabethtown. "Drat. Foiled again." She deposited the change and the orange ticket back into her pocket, and put her index finger on her nose. Which meant she was thinking, usually. Or just had an itch. Anyway...
I wonder if there's change in the Honda. I bet there is... I stuck my wallet in the glove box yesterday. And it has to be here, though I have no idea how my Honda made it all the way to Canada. "Well, even if my car was here, I don't think I could find the right parking lot, anyhow...."
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Nov 2, 2005 3:45:52 GMT -5
"That sounds like a good plan," Renée said thoughtfully. "But you know, I'm getting this really odd feeling. What if I were to throw my hands up in the air and proclaim 'I'm Jandalf!' You know, like this..."
She threw her hands up in the air. "I'M JANDALF!"
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Nov 2, 2005 4:06:16 GMT -5
((*dies laughing*))
"Blast it, all my worst nightmares are coming true!" Tiff suddenly yelled from her position examining an anime book, which she hastily put back at the lack of clothing on several of the drawings. Things like that tended to bother her.
Then she considered.
If Jandalf was around, were there other Middle-earthians?
Was she going to end up embarrassed for the rest of her life?
Well, it was quite possible, her mind reasoned. "No, you're not!" she yelled to the proclaimer of being Jandalf from her position on the floor. Although with the admitably creepy feelings, she probably is, and the whole freaky attunement thing is bugging me again... but... yeah... "I am!"
Her brain snorted.
"Well, really," she muttered to herself, waiting to see if there was a reaction.
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Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on Nov 2, 2005 5:50:33 GMT -5
Andrew looked over Renée's shoulder and saw a familiar looking girl standing there. She had shouted those words and Andrew gave her a odd look at first, yet suddenly his face brightened.
"Tif!"He exclaimed and laughed. "Well, its good to see you." He looked her up and down. It was nice to finally meet her. She was rather short, but he had no problem with that. He also noticed her clothes, he liked them greatly.
He waited for Renée to respond, knowing there would be a reaction to her friend's appearance.
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Nov 2, 2005 10:49:32 GMT -5
Lauren's head whipped around at the astounding words, "I'M JANDALF!" There's no way... Then she snorted. Really, then what am I doing in Canada? If I'm in Canada, there certainly is a wawy that that girl is Jandalf Then, a little hesitantly, she walked up and asked, "Are you really Jandalf?"
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Post by Lady Maeggaladiel on Nov 2, 2005 13:33:32 GMT -5
It was like a lightbulb went on inside Lena's head.
"No way!" she said, dropping the book. Could it really be THE Jandalf? Maybe it was some other Jandalf...?? No, she was even wearing orange!
Ok, ok, calm down, she reminded herself. No reason to look like an idiot in front of a friend you've never actually met in person...
She walked up to Jandalf, although somewhat shyly.
"Um," she began. "I heard you say you were Jandalf. I was curious... Does the name 'Maeggaladiel' mean anything to you?" She gave a lopsided grin, feeling slightly idiotic.
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Post by Joan Omnipresent on Nov 2, 2005 13:38:42 GMT -5
"I'M JANDALF!!!"
Joan dropped her book, laughing too hard to speak. Everyone was staring, now, at the strange reunion of...weird and freakily-attuned teens? Actually, I don't even know...how old is Fau--no! An-drew...
Wow...I wish I had my preservation tee made... She snrked quietly in her brain.
"Tif! Well, it's good to see you." Tif? As in...
Joan bent to pick up her book, smoothing her flyaway hair as she sat up. Okay... She stepped over to where the gathering crowd of weird and freakily-attuned teens--as she had now decided to call them--stood being confused and excited and, to varying degrees, insane. You don't even look like any Joan they may have seen a photo of...agh! Here goes nothing...
"Ummm...what's going on here?"
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Post by ¤Eternaldarkness¤ on Nov 2, 2005 15:23:59 GMT -5
Ashley was going past the book store and stopped. She looked in and saw Kinzie.. Ashley got excited and screamed "I KNOW YOU!!" Ashley went over and glomped Kinzie even though everyone was looking..
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Post by Mekka on Nov 2, 2005 18:25:48 GMT -5
((Eowyn, I am SO sorry, but this is driving me insane... it's ARTEMIS FOWL. Like that, okay? Thankies!!))
Cooper looked unbelievably busy. She hurried along, eyes downcast, turning sideways through crowds and crunching against the wall. This was just her typical mall behaviour, which meant, Fit in, blend in, don't stare at the freaks, and try not to knock anything over. Malls made her nervous.
Or did they? Cooper, unfortunately, was subject to extreme moodswing-like changes. Any second now she might become loud, brash, crazy... it was like someone up there in her head had hijacked the controls and was having WAY TOO MUCH FUN.
She was dressed, as usual, in a pair of jeans and a plain, black, long-sleeved tee. Her "sack", a small burgundy and cream satchel, was slung rakishly over her shoulders. Cooper's short, dishwater blonde hair hung loose, flipped out in the back because she could never quite get it to turn under, partially obscuring her face. She wasn't tall or short, fat or thin, pretty or ugly. Her name wasn't Cooper, either; but she had chosen it because she didn't like her own. It was her mother's maiden name, so there was some semblance of reality.
Where first? she hesitated, as she rounded a bend in the huge, unfamiliar mall. I can't believe I'm in Canada! This place is amazing. Quickly, she made a mental list of things she liked about Canada.
1. The scenery is beautiful. Awesome lakes. 2. I got to fly on an airplane to come here FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER! 3. Lots of really cool people are from Canada. Like Tiana, and Jandalf, and Jason Wade, and Avril Lavigne...
Cooper took a right. She tucked the list away in a cluttered corner of her brain, to be added to later. Bookstore, bookstore... I should probably check out the bookstore. Joan will be there, for sure. She shouldn't have left me! Her mind teetered on the edge of hysteria.
Then she saw the music store. Her controls flipped out. "I WILL HAVE YOUR BRAAAAAAAINS!!!"
"Excuse me, do you have any CD's here?" Cooper asked with a straight face, after browsing the racks of CD's for several minutes. The salesman gave her a blank look, and nodded slowly. "Oh GOOOOOOD!! I was hoping this CD store would have something like that. Do you sell music here too?"
If the salesman had been young and punky, Cooper would never have dared talk to him. But since he was fat, and balding, and bored, she held no qualms about giving him a interesting story to tell his wife.
After several minutes of mindless chatting, she managed to extract from him that he had two children, one in the U.S., he was afraid of bridges, and his favorite band was Air Supply. She had also thought about how much more expensive Canadian stuff seemed, and had added
4. Bored Salesman
to her list of Canadian likablilities. Cooper considered these good accomplishments, and slid out under the blaring lights once more. She was hungry, and it was time to find Joan...
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Post by Cluge of the Grey on Nov 2, 2005 18:59:25 GMT -5
Jandalf? Tiff? Who's Tiff? Then Thomas had an awful idea. HE ran to the puchasing counter, and began bawling at the desk, wailing, "I lost my auntie! Could you help me find her?" The reception ist rolled his eyes as if having done this a million times. "Alright, kid. What's your name, and the name of relative that brought you here?" Thomas subdued a grin. "My name is Cluge Cellenoth. My Aunt's name's Taania A'oywn." He supressed an urge to laugh as the reception ist spoke into the phone: "Taania A'oywn, please report to the reception counter for Cluge Cellenoth. Taania A'oywn, please report to the reception counter for Cluge Cellenoth."
This should work.
He gave a weak smile to the receptionist. "Thank you."
This was too much fun.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Nov 2, 2005 19:15:11 GMT -5
((«laughs hysterically» I'M JANDALF!!!! Ah.... too funny.))
"HOLY FREAKING WHAT IN THE HECK...!" Brushing herself off from the unexpected... glomp, she grinned sheepishly and picked up the book she had been immersed in before all hell had broken loose. Or, as it apparently seemed, all of Middle-Earth: Insanity. So that's what it feels like to be glomped... She had to think for a moment before the whole face-username thing connected, and stuck out her hand. "Good Lord. You surprised me a little... wait, scratch that, a lot." She motioned towards the rapidly growing group in the center of the tiny store and said brightly, "Shall we join them?"
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Nov 2, 2005 19:24:40 GMT -5
"No freaking way!" Lauren pointed to Renee"If you're Jandalf, and that's Cluge on the com, you must be... Caff or Faust." Coutn Doom was younger than he. She whirled around, "And you're Tiana!" Her adrenaline was rushing so hard, she felt like bouncing off the walls. "I'm Skye Onasi! And ElementFire, and... others." Trying to slow down she corrected herself. "Well, I'm actually Lauren, but yeah!" A smile the size of Niagra falls beamed off her face.
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Nov 2, 2005 23:41:53 GMT -5
((For reference... I was tired when I made the Artemis Fowl spelling mistake, I do know how to spell it, but it's sort of saved as a jpg and I'm too lazy to change it... and it's actually a fairly large bookstore, compaired to a lot I've been in. Even has a decent size SW section, which means EVERYTHING. Snrk. And RL me is freaking out, because she's very... panicky over situations like these. Forgive her if she's a bit abrupt at times. She doesn't recover as fast as I do. If that makes sense...
I'm classed with Avril... *grins* That's awesome.))
"Tan • E• ya AH • win," Tif grumbled under her breath in response to the comm, winding the string on her hoody around her left pointer and middle fingers tight enough to turn them white. Then took a breath and glanced way up at Andrew. "Okay. You're Faust." She glanced around at the collection of other people she just knew were Middle-earthians. "Maeg, Dun, Echo, Skye, obviously Jandalf... yaagh. My worst nightmares are coming true..."
She bit her fingernails, innerly panicking. She was suppose to be the admin. The extravorted girl who could do everything. But that was online! Not in RL. In RL she was just a short and rather unnoticable geek type of girl who was halfway into a panic attack. And was for once being noticed.
Half the time, she thought she wouldn't've minded a bit of notice, but this was enough to make anyone normal have a panic attack. Or, in her case, an asthma attack. "Yes... I'm Tiana... I mean, no, I'm not, I'm Tiff, but... I'm Tiana online, or Eowyn, or something like that... yeah..." she attempted to say to the girl calling herself Lauren.
She decided to panic, eyes widening slightly, and slumped against the nearest bookshelf. Oh, Force... this is too much to take in in one time...
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Nov 3, 2005 3:13:30 GMT -5
"Wow," said Renée, and beamed. "It worked! It's like I'm seeing usernames on everyone's forehead or something! Okay, everyone...calm down...glompfest can come later. After we've had something to eat or something. Yup...I'm Jandalf...with the Orange...you know. The other weird one."
Andrew, and Skye, and Maeg, and Joan, and ED...and more arriving...and to be sure, Tiff was here, topping things off wonderfully. Renée could nearly have convinced herself that this was the stuff of insane RPGs. But first things first: there was no way she would consciously carry on without making sure everyone was all right first. Although generally she had no idea how to go about that.
She came up to Tiff's side, the two voices warring within her. One was the voice used online more freely, the one which enjoyed hugging and glomping and all those things. The other voice was much stronger in reality, usually overpowering the online voice and dampening whatever effort Renée might have otherwise made at physical contact. "Feeling okay?" she asked, a bit worriedly.
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Nov 3, 2005 9:42:59 GMT -5
"Yeah, you look a little pale-ish." Lauren was feeling a bit nervous herself, no scratch that, really nervous herself, she didn't want to try and imagine what Tiff, er, Tiana was feeling. Her smile was gone, replaced by a concerned/sympathetic look. Lauren tugged on her ear-lob, as she did sometimes when feeling a bit out of place, since she was in the presence of people who knew infinitely more about Star Wars and stuff than she, and since she wasn't in her native country.
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