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Post by Tiana, eh? on Oct 29, 2005 0:13:26 GMT -5
Storyline: Middle-earth meets reality. As decided in the Preservation thread, Middle-earth needed an RPG in which we could attempt to play our real selves with proper appearances, actions, and reactions. Rather than taking on a character or desired self, this is reality.
Random things may occur by the moderators, making random changes in things, and those must be reacted to according to your real self, not your RPG-forum self.
You aren't required to use your real name if you feel uncomfortable with it, but to keep your real self in character, modifying your real name or taking your middle name might be a good idea, rather than just calling yourself your screenname.
This RPG starts off in Terra (Earth), Canada, in West Edmonton Mall. Because I feel like it. And because, as it's the second biggest mall in America, it'll have stuff for all of us.
Do not expect it to stay there.
You're required to join in as yourself, so it's suggested that most aliases stay out of this, unless you're really sure you have a split personality.
Try to stay as much like your real self as you can through text. (grimaces) Which means someone else might have to take the lead, because RL I can be a bit withdrawn until I'm comfortable with my situation.
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...And that was why, because of unusual narratorial circumstance, Tify-Wan Munobi discovered that she had been injected into an RPG as decided by about four Middle-earthians.
This, of course, was not her real name.
Because of this, she was more confused than normal. As she had a particular dislike to not using her real name when she was trying to be herself, she considered just naming herself T. But that didn't work so well either, and she hated the nickname of Tify extremely.
She was also quite aware that the post she was making probably revealed her first name. She didn't really care.
Maybe I should call myself Tiana, she thought thoughtfully, finding the nearby Chapters (it was fairly nearby the Silvercity in WEM, and the big music store which name she can't remember, but anyone should be able to find the map anyway by a quick google search, and it seemed the most convient place to plug an RL RPG.)
"Books!" she suddenly shrieked, to the raised eyebrows of several nearby people. Dashing into the store, she looked about suspiciously for any orange shirts (it was fetish of hers), and wandered off for the Star Wars section.
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Oct 29, 2005 11:06:55 GMT -5
Lauren walked in. She was supposed to meet someone here, actually several people, but she suddenly realized that those people here probably looked like everyone else.
Maybe I should've made a sign, Lauren, which is her real middle name, pondered. With big letters saying, 'I'm looking for ME:Iers'.
Her hair was medium-darkish-brown, three inches below her shoulders, and her eyes were grey-blue. Her nose had a ball on the end of it, ((I just realized that I'll never be able to ask ppl to guess what I look like on the 'What do you think your fellow ME:Iers look like...)) and was faintly covered with freckles. She wore a black t-shirt with a grey cross on the front, and lettering in the LotR title font, 'Lord of Kings', and on the back was a Christian version of the Ring poem. Jeans, as always were her choice of pant, and dockers covered her feet.
So, she looked for a stationary store. Lauren found one, bought a piece of white paper and a packet of multi-colored markers and made a sign with the purple and blue colors, 'I'm looking for ME:Iers', which she held up as she wandered the mall.
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Post by Cluge of the Grey on Oct 29, 2005 13:11:54 GMT -5
((Quote: This RPG starts off in Terra (Earth), Canada, in West Edmonton Mall. Because I feel like it. And because, as it's the second biggest mall in America, it'll have stuff for all of us. End quote.
How can the Second biggest mall in America reside in Canada?))
Thomas walked in the West Edmount Mall, thinking two thoughts. Thank the Force for heating, And, What the Blazes am I doing in Canada? The weather here was significantly different than his southwest home. He bought a parka and was glad he did. His blue Adidas shirt and bluejeans didn't keep out the cold. HE brsuhed the snow that had collected on his very short-cut hair, and rolled up his parka. He had some cash so he decided to find a BookStore and buy some Ted Dekker tm. He ran into Books-A-Million, thinking, If they are making a million on books, you'd think they'd have a more inventive name. He passed by the Star Wars section and saw a very short girl. Seemed familiar, but no memory came to mind about her. He also noticed A platnium copy of the ROTS Script, wrote by George Lucas. He dived for it.
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Post by sithhunter on Oct 29, 2005 13:15:56 GMT -5
Benjamin walked into the mall and thought WOW THIS IS BIG! he ran over to the arcade and put two quarters in the DDR machine. that is when i found out that palying DDR online and plaing DDr in the real world is very diffrent.
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Oct 29, 2005 13:19:38 GMT -5
How can the Second biggest mall in America reside in Canada? ((lol)) Lauren decided to head for the nearest bookstore, since most of the ME:Iers like books and such. She went to see if the next Rave Master was out...
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Oct 29, 2005 15:57:58 GMT -5
((
Idiot Americans! I probably live in an igloo with my pet beaver too. America = NORTH America. INCLUDES Canada. America is made up of the U.S.A., Canada, and Mexico. Could include everything in South America too, technically, but when I refer to America, I refer to North America.
And the bookstores in WEM are Chapters and Coles, I think. There might be another one, but I'm not sure. I just know Chapters. There's a place with a DDR for you, SH, in one of the foodcourts, an arcade attached to it. The same food court also has a movie theatre attached (Odien 8), just so you all know. It tends to show a few older movies that are coming out on DVD release soonlike. Heh.))
Tify-Wan decided to shorten her name to her normally loathed nickname of Tiff. Because she didn't feel like using her full name anyway. Then she considered that it didn't feel like her to call herself Tiff willingly, and decided to go back to calling herself Tify-Wan.
Considering this, it didn't feel right anyway.
"Yagh," she muttered incoherently to herself, picking at one earbud. (she was wearing earbuds, of course, and listening to music just loud enough to drown out the annoying people about her) Hooking it over one ear, so only one was in, she glanced over at the fantasy books. "They never make these things stay in... need books... yes..." She latched onto the Dune books instead, sitting down crosslegged to read the back information.
She was remarkably tempted to pick up Dune: House Harkkonen.
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Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on Oct 29, 2005 16:33:23 GMT -5
Andrew entered the bookstore. He glanced around for a moment and headed for the horror and fantasy section. Andrew was six foot, flat, no more, no less. He was wearing a tight, black, longsleeved shirt that fit around his broad shoulders as if it were a second skin. His jeans were tight as well and a small klink would issue from them ever time he walked because he always kept loose change in his pocket. His dark brown hair was not particularily long, yet it was long enough that he had pulled it to the right and over his eye, nearly blocking it from view.
He stood in the rows of books, looking for something he would like. Upon noticing the newest Anne Rice book he promptly pick it up and found a chair. He sat down and sighed, flipping over the book to see how much it cost. "Fifteen ninetyfive..." He muttered. "They never just make it a full sixteen, do they?"
He began to read the book, seeing if it was worth the fifteen ninetyfive.
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Post by Joan Omnipresent on Oct 29, 2005 17:20:55 GMT -5
Joan dropped out of the gay, chattering group by which she had been dragged out shopping. She stopped at one side of the door, trying to figure out how she could have phrased the previous sentence more simply, and desperately wishing she did not love the word "gay" so very much. How can I feel akward while talking to myself? Once again, she considered the possibility that she was insane. The whole world is insane.
She made her way instinctively to the back of the store, watching people as she went. Now everyone will think my name is Joan. But Joan is better than my name... Having noticed the set-up of this particular bookstore on her way down the middle, she started counter-clockwise along the wall.
I don't even need any books right now... A bookstore is a good place to sit and think, however, and often more quiet than a library. So, Joan picked up a largish dictionary and set out to find a chair in a corner to hide and read it. Wait, I can't hide...I'm supposed to meet people.
She settled for a semi-concealed chair, which is all you can ever find in a bookstore, anyway. I wonder if I've already told anyone that I read the dictionary?
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Oct 29, 2005 18:09:05 GMT -5
Having finally decided to call herself Tiff permanently, even though she wore a dislike to the nickname anyway, T decided she needed a semi physical description of herself to carry on the RPG. T... that's eerily amusing, she thought, humming the Imperial March along with her headphones thoughtfully.
She was tempted to chew on her braid, but resisted the temptation. Padawan braids never taste particularly well, no matter how bored or annoyed by a situation you are. She was an easily described Hobbit; though certainly not the shortest member of MEI, being just over five two, and just under five three, she was short, and somewhat plump for her height. Not overweight, mind you, just a Hobbit-like softness that could be defined as slightly chunky. If one was smart enough to look closer, they would realize that, even if she could've afforded to lose about ten pounds, if she went much thinner she'd look like a walking skeleton. That was the problem, she reasoned, with having a bone structure larger than most people.
But I float easier, she reasoned as well, and picked at the hole in her shirt's sleeve, which was sticking out from beyond her black hoody's sleeves. She wore loose garb, long sleeved and impossible to be dubbed as modern, bar the CD player. The fact that she wore slippers made her even odder... even if they were leather moccacins, it was still a rather strange fashion statement. To top it off, her hair was messy with a Padawan braid, and she wore a replica of the One Ring. Pretty well screamed Middle-earthian, really, but she was comfortable with being that way.
Typical uncertainty set in. Do I want to waste my money on another Dune book or another Star Wars book? Or is there something else I want? Or... ergh... She stood up to examine the Terry Pratchett books instead.
Or do I want the next Artemus Fowl book, or do I want one of those Anime "How To" books?
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Oct 30, 2005 0:02:17 GMT -5
(( img.photobucket.com/albums/v315/lightsaber/wemchapters.jpgFor reference's sake. That was off the top of my head, so it's probably not entirely accurate. I'll guess there's probably a few more shelves, and I know they have puzzle and game books somewhere, but I couldn't remember where. I didn't indicate the kids books and games area, even though I know where half the stuff is there too, because I ran out of space. Sorry. I haven't been to WEM for a little while. But trust me on the SW and LotR locations. Lol.))
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Post by ¤Eternaldarkness¤ on Oct 30, 2005 11:52:58 GMT -5
Ashley walked into the bookstore and went straight for the romance novels. She looked around her because, she felt as if someone was staring at her.. It bugged her a lot.. I wonder who is looking at me.. she said.. Ashley, took a book out and sat in a big couch and started reading.. She got through once chapter and began smelling Macaroni and Cheese.. So, she got up and went to find someone who would know where the macaroni and cheese was..
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Oct 30, 2005 18:03:30 GMT -5
Ah, West Edmonton.... wait, what in the crap am I doing in Canada? The girl, who, for the fact that she was probably the only person in the world with her real name, frantically searched for a substitute. She discarded her middle name immediately, because flower names are just stupid, and scrolled through other names she could use like some people would a roll-o-dex. Heh. I suppose I could use Tito... Said nickname had been given to her by a friend, for absolutely no reason but for the fact that it started with a T. "Well, Tito isn't so bad, if you don't mind people thinking you're probably going to knife them...."
The person who had been walking next to her gave the girl an odd look and sped up, glancing back over his shoulder suspiciously. So she smiled and nodded at him, and just kept walking. Ah, there we go. I'll call myself Kinzie. That's like my last name... Happy with her decision, Kinzie kept walking, dreadful lost in the massive mall, and pondered which way to go. Okay, there's the big ship thing... wasn't the book store somewhere around there? She was in desperate need of a book, and even if the Chapters she had found the last time she was in West Ed hadn't had any Tad Williams books, that was the best place to start. So she stopped at one of those nifty help desks and asked the guy behind the counter for a map. When he handed her one, she smiled happily and said "Thanks, mate." then wandered off towards a bench to get herself situated.
She sat down and studied the map, then got distracted and began pulling rocks out of the bottom of her shoe. The shoes were black Etnies, the only pair she had been able to find in all of Montana. They hadn't even had them on the Internet, last time she had looked. The ME:Ier didn't really look like the geek that she was. She wasn't tall, nor short, standing somewhere around 5'5". It tended to vary, according to the doctor. She wore long Old Navy jeans and a black t-shirt, layered over a white long-sleeved shirt, also from Old Navy. I think I should get out more... all of my clothes come from the same place... Her hair was short, 'pixie-like' according to her friends, dark underneath but streaked with blonde. When she finally stood up and started walking in the newfound direction of Chapters bookstore, she nearly fell over. Her foot had gotten caught in the slat of the bench. Well, that was fun.
The mall wasn't too crowded, but Kinzie had to weave in and out of little crowds of people as she made her way down the right side of the walkway. Driving does that to you... you tend to want to walk on the right side of everything. When she finally made it through the front of the store, singing Relient K softly under her breath, she was glad. But she had gotten a nice collection of odd looks on the way, so that was good. The girl headed immediately for the 'W' section of the fantasy isle, and sighed to discover that there were only a couple of Tad Williams books in, and that she already owned both of them. "Ah, well. I suppose it wasn't meant to be." So she went off in search of Robin Hobb, muttering about the cruelty of the world as we know it.
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Post by Joan Omnipresent on Oct 30, 2005 19:21:26 GMT -5
The only semi-concealed, comfy chair Joan could find required travelling around the other side of the store. Just as she had expected, this side was much less interesting than the left half, except for several people sitting near each other in silence. Where else do you see that?
This is a nice corner. All bookstores should have corner like this. She looked about for an available chair. Uh-oh... The only available chair was next to another, somewhat unavailable chair. Great... Joan pondered over the situation for a moment, peeking around the end of a shelf. Drag the chair someplace else, and draw undue attention to herself...or sit next to somebody she didn't know? This is almost a crowd... She briefly wondered about the actual definition of "crowd". Okay, I WANT to read this dictionary, and I'm not sure if I'm even CAPABLE of dragging that chair anywhere more private. *sigh*
Mental sighs are very difficult to interpret...this particular sigh took the form of sneaking over to the chair and pouncing on it resignedly. Yes, you read that correctly. The particular blend of action and emotion made her feel even more akward, despite the fact that no one was actually paying any attention. Whatever...
Before settling in to read, she studied each of the other readers. Blah...not interesting... Ugh, who would come to a bookstore to read that? Agh! His hair's in his eyes, that's going to drive me CRAZY!!! She laughed softly from behind her hair. Wait, so is mine...heh...oh! Oh, I know that guy!!! Who is that GUY?!? She stopped to ponder her choice of emphasis. THAT guy. That GUY! WHO IS that guy? Who IS that guy? No, wait, I think I had right the first time... Who is that GUY?!?
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Oct 30, 2005 19:28:46 GMT -5
Crud thought Lauren, as she saw that the book after the next book was out, but not the next book. Nuts, oh well. She trod over to the fantasy section, squatting down so she could see books on the bottom shelf. Lauren wasn't looking fo anything in particular. She decided on Firebird, which she hadn't read in a while, and made her way over to the corner of the store were she found chairs to be. Putting her book on her lap and propping up her sign, she began to read, and soon was lost within the world of Lady Firebird.
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Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on Oct 30, 2005 21:02:14 GMT -5
Andrew always knew when he was being watched, though he often never said anything about it. He smiled lightly as he continued to read, the faint tingle at the back of his neck telling him all he needed to know. His one visable green eye scanned the pag.
Andrew loved his eyes, lovied how unique they were. Techniquely they were green, yet spanning from the pupil were rays of crystal blue and within the green were streaks of hazel. The almond shaped eye, the lid half closed, bored, read the page of the book.
He read on and smiled, almost sadisticly, as he imagined the main character sinking his fangs into a poor person's neck. Andrew adored vampires, their mystique, their power, their beauty, and in turn loved books dealing with them. This near facination drove the young man to always dress in black, always in black.
His favorite pentacle pendant hung around his neck. The pentacle was a star, fived pointed, top pointing up. It was made of stainless steel and gleamed against his black shirt. This pendant made people think he was either a witch or a satanist, both of which he was not.
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Post by ¤Eternaldarkness¤ on Oct 30, 2005 21:40:43 GMT -5
Ashley decided that the best way to find someone to talk to was to go up to random people.. "You're weird" she said to one person and then, went off in search to find someone else.. I am bored, I am gonna walk around the mall.. I hope they have an Old Navy.. Ashley thought to herself. She walked over to the map and looked for one.. "Oooo... They have a pet shop!" Ashley said loudly so everyone stopped.. They looked at her.. She blushed and hid herself because, she was laughing hysterically.. How could she be so stupid and talk outloud? Although, she does it all the time since, she can talk to herself and won't be talked back to.. So, she went in search of finding the Pet Shop where she could drule over how cute the puppies were..
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Oct 31, 2005 3:51:12 GMT -5
Orange shirt.
The colour dominated all.
It was the best thing to wear when meeting up with someone for the first time, that was for certain. However, that wasn't what Renée was here for today, and therefore she was wearing a more customary black shirt with dark gray-blue jeans and a pair of skater shoes, her hoodie slung over her arm.
She stared at one of the fantasy displays in the bookstore, its hypnotic effect working upon her. Sucks to be a cheap fan. Always looking for the sales... Ooh, is that a hardcover with a 30% reduction? She looked it over and flipped through a few pages before contemplating the cover. Hmm. Cruddy writing style. Disgusted, she put it back. Hardly worth the paper it was printed on. And they did an even worse job with embossing the cover.
...Mmmmmm, Starbucks. Do I have any spare change? She stuck a hand in her pocket and came up with an as-of-yet unopened package containing two earplugs. ...Left over from work? Yeesh. She found a garbage can nearby the fantasy section and tossed them in, then glanced around at what bookshelf she might browse at yet, and...
Waiiiiiiiiiiit a second.
"Andrew?" she wondered aloud, then remembered she was out of earshot, and walked up closer. "Andrew!"
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Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on Oct 31, 2005 5:51:44 GMT -5
Andrew looked up from his book, he knew that voice. "Renée?" He answered questioningly. "My, I haven't seen you in months!"
Andrew laughed and wondered how long it took Renée to notice him with his new look. Andrew looked horrible with long hair, in fact it was a well known fact that he had some of the worst haircuts in his old highschool, besides the kid with the pencil thin mohawk of course. Now, however, he had found a haircut that looked good on him, a gothy, look that drew attention and made him look good.
There was definitely something different about Andrew since he had left home. He held himself differently, not hunched over and looking at his feet but straight and upright.
"How are you!?" He asked excitedly, he had missed her as he did his other friends. "Hows the job? Hows life?"
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Post by Lady Maeggaladiel on Oct 31, 2005 12:55:58 GMT -5
Lena is a good name, the girl decided silently. It's nothing like my real name, but I like it and I use it in a lot of RPs. So suddenly, her name was Lena. And it was good.
Lena walked slowly through the mall, peering through various store windows.
"Ooh, Canada-y!" she said, noticing store names she didn't recognize. "I feel foriegn." Apparently, talking to oneself in Canada gets as many odd glances as it does in the States, she noticed. Blushing, she hurried into an Old Navy. There was a mirror there, and she took a quick look in it to make sure her hair wasn't spazzing out. (it does that occasionally.)
Well, she still looked Lena-ish. She pushed her rimless glasses up her nose and studied herself. It still irked her that she wasn't really an elf like her screen-persona Maeggaladiel. The only thing remotely elfy about her was the fact that she stood at 5' 8 1/2" and was blonde. Sure, it was a dark dishwater blonde and it was shoulder length and layered, but it was blonde nonetheless.
She was wearing her favorite shirt-- An olive green tee printed with a small guitar motif and the word FENDER. Her little sister had bought it for her for graduation last year and she wore it all the time. However, this was late October, so she had layered it over a long-sleeved brown tee and under her favorite denim jacket.
"Why are you staring at yourself?" came a voice. A little kid was looking at her disapprovingly. "Are you vain?" Lena frowned.
"No," she said defensively. "I'm creating a plot device so I can tell people what I look like in a semi-creative way. And anyway, shouldn't you be in the toy store with your mommy?" The kid stuck his tongue out at her and ran away.
"Weirdo!" he yelled as he disappeared. Once more, Lena became the subject of a variety of stares. Time to leave.
She walked through the mall once more. She paused, seeing a store called "Chapters." Woo, a book store! In the states, it probably would have been a "Barnes and Noble" or a "Borders."
She went inside, hoping to find the new Terry Pratchett novel.
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Post by Joan Omnipresent on Oct 31, 2005 14:48:33 GMT -5
Joan continued staring quietly from behind hair and book. Why did I cut my hair? Why?! I can't hide properly this way...people will know I'm staring! Eh, nobody even notices when someone looks at them, anyway...too wrapped up in whatever all-important junk they're doing... She shivered a little at "that guy's" smile. Her memory flickered to things she had been writing...cruelty is preferable to indifference...an affectionate disdain...and the pain was something to hold onto...since love...shadows...because I can't give him...alone aches...
Agh! If you'd move just a little to the left I could see the title of that book...
"Andrew!" Andrew?
As Andrew turned, she recognized him for who he was. She bit hard to stop from making any noise. Oh, lovely! Now I'm gonna die...I wonder, is she...? Must be! This is weird... Joan made herself smaller in her chair, listening.
Agh! This is once in a lifetime...what are you gonna DO?!
I dunno. Nothing. What are you going to do? She shook, choking down laughter.
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