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Post by Mekka on Nov 3, 2005 12:20:11 GMT -5
"Omigoodness," breathed Cooper, "what did you do NOW?!" Joan was standing in the middle of a large-ish group of people, who were all looking significantly weirded-out. Several of the group turned to look at her, and Cooper cringed inwardly. Was I being too loud? she worried, but decided not to think about it. "I was coming to find you, and... who ARE all these people?" She stared around at them, bewildered but smiling.
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Nov 3, 2005 13:23:48 GMT -5
((This is better than meeting RL, almost, because we all know what each other is thinking... snrk.))
None of this is real, Tiff tried convincing herself. It's all a dream or a rather real feeling RPG in the Insane board, or something... or something... or Jandalf and I were really really bored on I'm... and...
YAGH! She nearly blinked as inner-Tiana started laughing madly. But of course that was still somewhat expected. Tiana could run around and hug people and shriek at high pitches and didn't really care that much, even if she was uncertain. And try as she might, Tiff couldn't handle holding that voice in reality. It was one thing to drop in character for the sake of an RPG, but it was completely different trying to do it in reality...
"Of course I'm palish!" She couldn't do anything to dampen the more annoyed tone, it came naturally even if she tried stopping it. She never really was that mad, but she was just more emotional than most normal people tended to be, and it showed more when she was panicking or otherwise in an edgy situation. This was an edgy situation. "I spend possibly more than five hours a day on the computer on occasions and never get out. I'm naturally pale."
Then she exhaled and tried to force herself to calm down and speak slower. It didn't help much. She was still talking too (normally) fast, and still panicking. "And no, I am not okay!" Roof tiles... stop focusing... count them... calm down... She diverted her attention to the roof and attempted to count the tiles on the roof.
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Post by Joan Omnipresent on Nov 3, 2005 13:36:38 GMT -5
Joan stared at Cooper, then blinked slowly. "Uh..." Looked about for Jan--Renee, but she was hovering over Tif. Everyone was reunionizing. That's not a word...
"An-drew...?" The tallest, calmest person is always a good place to start. "Uh...you explain!" Talk like a human... "This is...Mekka..." Joan began to laugh again as taking responsibility for her sister made her more relaxed. "...and she's wondering what I'm doing in the middle of a crowd of strangers..." Wow, Tif looks spazzed...
"Ummm...hey, ya'll!" You sound like a hick... No, YOU sound like a hick... "Let's...uh...let's step out before we get kicked out, shall we?"
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Post by Cy Otauna on Nov 3, 2005 15:29:22 GMT -5
Cy knew exactly why she was in Canada. Because Canada was exactly where she was, of course.
She filed in her mind to write this down later as a nice paradox. She secondly filed that she would use instead of her screen name--busting out of reality falling into the Plot--her initials, which happened to be Mac.
Mac had never seen a mall this big in her life. She had never seen a mall with elevators and a movie theatre before, except that one place where she had played around with the FX lightsaber untill the customers all got scared, and she did not like large open places where she could get lost.
But there was a directory over there. Mac walked to it, shaking her head to see if her hair was messy and finally grabbing the blonde-brown shoulder-length mass and pulling it up into a pony tail with the green band that had been a moment ago over her right wrist. The heavily scarred plastic lightsaber--to attract the "right sort" of people, of course--was familier clicking against her leg.
There was a book store over there.
Mac felt a mental twitch and headed for the Chapters. An intriguing name. Reminds me of parchment. And she amused herself with trying to figure how this was, keeping an eye on the people passing, and restraining the unconfidence that said "You're going the wrong way already."
Mac was shorter than most of the mall patrons, 4'11 with maybe that extra integral inch to make 5' taked on by the black, short boots she wore. She also wore a trenchcoat made of light black material (in whose pockets some rare, stepmother-granted book money resided), blue jeans ripped over the right knee, and a purple t-shirt with lettring in Basic on it reading "if you can read this, you're one of us". The ESPS logo was displayed prominently on the back under the trenchcoat.
Is that a gameing store...Sale?!! *twitch*...but Chapters was up there, dominating the place with its so-mcuh-cooler-than-anything-in-*instert Cy's NoWhere, NJ hometown here* look of grandoiseness, and held herself back from jogging in, free as a mynock.
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Post by ¤Eternaldarkness¤ on Nov 3, 2005 15:33:28 GMT -5
"Sure we shall.. But, you need to introduce me to these peeps.." Ashley said to Kinzie.. So, they went over and joined the group of people that was forming...
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Post by Ali Blue on Nov 3, 2005 18:36:49 GMT -5
Cailyn, after getting lost a couple times finally found her way to the store Chapters, one of her friends had suggested the bookstore to her. She walked in, tripping over the entry mat, but quickly recovering. She walked over to an employee and was about to ask him where the Star Wars section was, but then saw it conveniently tucked where she couldn't see it before. ((I have no idea what this store looks like, so I'm just gonna go with what I think it looks like.. )) She trudged over, her flip flops making little 'flip flop' noises all the way over. She passed a considerable knot of people and heard the names ElementFire, Doomhammer and a couple other familiar names mentioned. She stopped, could it be them? turned around, and hid behind a bookshelf, pretending to read "ChickenSoup For the Reptile Owner's Soul" while listening in on their conversation.
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Post by sithhunter on Nov 3, 2005 19:32:57 GMT -5
benjamin walked out of the arcade and walked to the book store and saw a groos of pepole. ben walked up to the and said" hey do you know where i can find M.E.I members? My name is sithhunter.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Nov 3, 2005 19:36:39 GMT -5
((Heh heh... I see your mind... sort of disturbing though, if ya know what I mean.))
So she obliged her newly found companion and crossed the small space between them and the restless group as confidently as possible. Which was beginning to be a habit, as the school she went to got bigger and bigger. Walk like you know where you're going and you've got nothing better to do than go there, and don't look at your feet. Especially if you don't want to walk into people. So Kinzie approached casually and nodded as eye contact was made, putting on the aloof-but-not-really look that she had perfected when talking to people she didn't really know. Not really having any special little ideas on how to procede, she just began talking to the middle of the group, without any real direction.
"Hi. I'm Dûn... and since that's Jandalf -- " she pointed to Renee "ya'll are obviously the right people. And this is ED." She motioned behind her with her head. From there, she wasn't exactly sure how to proceed. Hmmm. Awkward.
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Post by Cy Otauna on Nov 3, 2005 19:51:52 GMT -5
Mac saw the group gathered, and the teens going in and out. Did she hear....no.
She walked smoothly, trying to look like she could fight. Her greenish eyes behind small-lenses glasses showed shards to people; or so she hoped. Balance insanity with deadliness, that was her wanted style. She was short but of an averge or muscular weight, and breathed deep as the group shifted.
Did I hear...
That one kid did have a hair cut like Peter Pan, that is Duncariel. Funny how MEI seemed to pop up in places. She couldn't immediatly recognize any of the others...the faces were human and therefor hard to recognize by that fact only. The clothes were dominantly dark, pretty cool...especially that modmideval girl's near the side...Mac entered, not able to resist craning her neck to look around the place, and headed for the CD rack by the counter, walking to show off her lightsaber, ears open. That big--not fat--guy wore a pentagram and looked like an emo/goth/vampire mix.
Don't judge...Christians do not judge.
Darkness...
Unsettled, Mac skimmed over the new music looking for something cool. They'd have a wepic comic section here...
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Nov 4, 2005 4:07:53 GMT -5
Stress! thought Renée, half-jokingly. Perhaps screaming out that she was Jandalf in the middle of a bookstore hadn't been that great an idea after all, as it seemed almost all of ME:I's regular posters had suddenly appeared out of seemingly nowhere and conglomerated. Her expression went blank as her mind attempted to come to terms with this, and for the moment she was figuratively out to lunch.
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Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on Nov 4, 2005 4:36:28 GMT -5
Andrew sighed and decided to finally take charge, something he found himself doing more and more often since he graduated. "Okay everybody!" He said, his voice raised high enough to be heard over the commotion. "We are all going to stay quiet for now and let ourselves get our head. After we can all go out to lunch and everything."
He looked around the the group of people, mostly girls, and sighed. With the exception of Renée he was the oldest present among the group. "We've got a lot of people here and we've got to stay both quiet and calm!"
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Post by Joan Omnipresent on Nov 4, 2005 10:54:39 GMT -5
Isn't that like what I said? Joan was grateful that louder, more important people sometimes had the same ideas that she had. Otherwise, very little she thought would ever be known. She stepped up beside Andrew, clearing her throat, and said in what she hoped was a somewhat authoritative mumble, "I think we should move this outside the store...?"
How weird! I wonder...did Cooper leave ***** all by himself? Wait...maybe he's not here. I wasn't paying attention! Again! Argh...and I can't go to lunch because I don't have any money with me because I never have any money with me because I didn't want to go out today and I'M STARVING!!! I wonder how far we are from Calgary...
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Nov 4, 2005 13:15:31 GMT -5
Whoah. They think this is insane? None of these people have tried to walk through the East hallway of my school... Without really thinking about is, she laughed. "You do realize who you're talking to, right? People from ME:I. I don't know if calm is even in this group's vocabulary." But she began pushing her way towards the door, anyway, because it was a good idea. If we managed to get anymore people in that bookstore, we probably would have suffocated. Heh. There's a newspaper headline -- "Teens Die in Freak Bookstore Oxygen Accident."
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Nov 4, 2005 13:26:15 GMT -5
((It's a fairly big bookstore. We fit easily... and I did post a layout some time ago complete with where the SW books were. Snrk.))
Not okay, must NOT faint... breathe... must breathe...
Tiff sat down against the bookshelf and stared at the roof. "I cannot breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe..." Which wasn't exaggeration; high stress levels and asthma never go well hand in hand. There has been a large number of occasions when being startled has led her to find it very difficult to breathe. This leads to panic, and only makes things worse, of course, but only her mother really understood that.
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Post by Joan Omnipresent on Nov 4, 2005 14:15:07 GMT -5
((True...but you may have noticed that almost everyone is gathered in one small corner of this fairly big bookstore, at the moment... )) Man, she really CAN'T breathe! What am I gonna... Whoo! Adrenaline! Joan's head was spinning as the Joan of Ultimately Logical Behaviour took control of her brain. "Will all of you just...uh...follow that girl!" She waved her hands frantically in the direction of the door. "Everybody, go! Jandalf, Cooper, stay with me. Go NOW!" Renee...whatever!"Cooper, do you have your inhaler with you? Find out!" Joan went down on her knees in front of Tif. "Chill...you can breathe! Listen, you're yelling! Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration... You can obviously breathe if you're yelling. Cooper? What's up?" Asthma...panic attack...or both? That's all I can think of! Agh!"Tif, look at me for a minute and relax. Does this happen a lot? What do I need to get for you? If we have an inhaler here, for asthma, can you use that?" She called back over her shoulded, "Renee, is she going to get over this or do we need to call someone? Cooper, help me...!" Wheeeeeeee! Slow motion...I think I'm gonna pass out before she does.
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Nov 4, 2005 19:31:14 GMT -5
Renée blinked, and decided things would probably work out better if she fell into Jandalf instead. "I'm not sure...I don't know if she can get the full-fledged asthma attacks or not. But she'll have her puffer with her, I think..."
She turned to the crowd, as it seemed that Joan was handling things all right over by Tiff. From what Renée knew, it might take a few minutes, but Tiff would be okay given some time. "Right, everyone, back off a bit...we need some good air flow here."
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Post by Mekka on Nov 5, 2005 1:54:06 GMT -5
Cooper fished wildly through her sack, and emerged with a white albuterol inhaler. "Does she still need this?" she asked in a bossy, panicky kind of way. "Does she have her own? SOMEBODY TALK TO ME!! Fine, fine. Listen up! Everyone do what Jandalf says. Back up. Give her some space! Alright, Joan, here's the puffer. Ask her if she needs it, okay? Okay."
She made sure that the group was herded safely away from the Oxygen Danger Zone. Cooper was still extremely confused. Being confused made her frustrated. Slowly, as they stood around waiting for Tiana to recover, she managed to extract the story from several of the people gathered around her.
"So," she said slowly, after hearing several versions of the marvelous incident. "So, that's it? You just said, 'I'm Jandalf!', and there we were? That is insanely weird. I can't even begin to describe how weird. I mean, the weirdness of the fact that we're all in Canada AT THE SAME TIME is completely obscured by the reality that we are all standing in the SAME CORNER OF THE SAME BOOKSTORE IN THE SAME MALL."
There were several nods of agreement, but Cooper was struggling to maintain control of her thought. People were becoming very eager for her to shut up so they could figure out what was wrong with Tian... Tif. But she was sure that she was desperately close to a very important idea...
"Renée! If you can stand in a mall and say, "I am Jandalf," and suddenly we appear, does it work like that anywhere? I mean, like, at my house... can I just call out my name? Would the same thing happen?" The look of bewilderment increased on Cooper's face. "Come to think of it, does anyone remember why the ended up here in the first place?"
((Whoa... my posts are WAAAY too long! Sigh.))
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Post by Cy Otauna on Nov 5, 2005 9:10:01 GMT -5
Mac was pretty sure she was going insane. Or maybe sane; whichever she hadn't been before. A Jedi who'se gome sane... she thought grimly. The inhalors relaxed her a little. That wouldn't infringe on her halucinations, or so she thought. The dark boy was taking control, and something would have to be done about that...if this was really MEI! If this was a random group of her friends, the people who knew her how she wished everyone did, to which she could talk about anything...if...Eowyn!? did not stop having a panic attack. They disperced, a little, but this did not help the breathing or lack thereof.
When in doubt, mimble.
Very loudly.
And take a cue from someone else worthy of taking cues from.
"I'M CY!" As of the lightsaber was not a clue...unobservant humans. Mac trotted over to Eo...Tiana...Tiff and knelt down next to her. She looked...different, but for some reason her eyes held the same conviction they had "online"...just a rather out of control panic-covered conviction.
"Calm thyself." Mac said, quietly, and gave a look she hoped would shoo other people away, then beckoned Duncariel or the one with her haircut over with a flick of her eyes. Would these people know what it's like to take mundane issues and fight them? Mac looked into Tiff's eyes, hesitant, a little nervous. "Calm thyself, it;s just your minions of the Internet." Would they too dislike someone who actually spoke like that? No hope for it; MEI mien had gotten behind Mac's eyes.
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Post by Joan Omnipresent on Nov 5, 2005 9:40:06 GMT -5
Joan immediately surrendered control of the Tif Asthma Crisis to Cy. Or at least, to the girl who had just said that she was Cy. Wow...she really...talks like that! The realization made her want to hug the girl with the lightsabre very tightly, and sob. Wait, maybe that's from stress and extreme hunger...bah!
Leaning close to Cy...or whoever...she murmured smoothly, "We have an inhalor here, but I don't know her situation. I have to go eat something or I'll pass out in a few minutes. Are you okay here?"
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Nov 5, 2005 11:49:55 GMT -5
((I've actually been in said bookstore... and don't remember it being that big... <<shrugs>> But that was two years ago, so it very well could have changed by then.))
Cy. That's cool... So Kinzie shifted direction, Etnies making that nifty basketball-squeaking sound on the smooth floor that she was so very fond of, and headed back into the bookstore. At least someone's got the whole asthma/panic attack thing figured out. Last time I dealt with this kind of thing, I just about lost it. But this isn't Kris...
She dropped to her knees next to Cy, or whatever her name was in reality, and Tif, settling herself into a crouch-type thing to keep herself from tipping over. This isn't exactly how I envisioned this meeting happening... "All right, what do you need me to do?"
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