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Every time I get this question I wanna say "soon" because the release always feels less than a week away for me, but then other things like work and revisions to the formula require a lot of my time. So while we're on the brink of release, and I have nearly finished my outline, I'm unsure of a precise time-frame: I don't want to make a specific date because I've done that in passing and it's just unrealistic to the amount of work I discover I need to do.
In the meantime, could I ask if there's anything you guys would like to see/do in missions/the RP?
There should be a mission that invokes the Mushroom Samba trope and our characters are super high.
There should be a mission that parodies a musical, and my character is lead singer.
There should be a mission that concludes with an epic food fight.
There should be a mission where I'm actually in the RP as a disfigured Dusclops named Timothy and everybody has to praise me.
Also, take your time on actually releasing the final product. I still haven't done anything for anything, so you procrastinating gives me an excuse to shirk off work.
On the subject of missions, I'd love to actually go-all out with the Hell's Kitchen likenesses and have the cast attempt to satisfy patrons in the wake of some catastrophe that renders the actual kitchen staff unable to work with fem!Lombardi screaming at them the entire way.
Mushroom Samba is also a necessity. Someone commits sabotage by slipping their cohorts a little somethin'-somethin'?It's okay as long as we don't call it ecstasy
Cornered never got to the epic karaoke sess at FMN (lol Spirited Away, "open mic night", get effectively fucked, worst store) so I'm looking forward to spitting hot fiah sometime in the future for "Off the Menu" whether that's apart of a mission or otherwise.
I like the idea of involving the Coat Check chalkboard! Maybe its cryptic readings can become a recurring trend?
ordinaryOddball said:
I think I want to know more about the Chandelure bouncer.
But the REAL reason I want to notify you, Kiyo, is because I want to show you THIS:
Spoiler:
Both heads boast matching diamond bow ties nestled in-between their lower pair of rhomboidal "crystals", with the left's tie having one black stripe and one green stripe; the right head's tie having one green stripe and one white stripe. The "puff" atop the leftmost head is slicked back for special occasions. The rightmost "straw" outputs clouds of condensation when emotional. A portion of left-head's assumed bottom lip drips downward.
Cadbury
Caddy ✦ Burr
[title='Cadbury' by Masashi Kageyama, for Gimmick!][/title]
original image by PrinceofSpirits @ DA / roll over image for APPEARANCE details
Confection perfection. Serving size: 1.3m; 57.5 kg. Two frozen water-flavored scoops with a delectable solid-ice center. Served with diamond-shaped sprinkles and emotional problems in a waffle cone.
A Vanilluxe, of which there are technically two, though details related to that are hardly any of anyone but Carmine's concern. With a considerable amount of life experience about him already, Caddy has developed an irrefutable sense of charm, as well as an unshakable need to succeed; one can say he has grown accustomed to many a past success, though Cadbury seems uncomfortable with dwelling in the past. At any rate, his willingness to work hard and outwards courtesy towards his fellow employees is enough to balance out an apparent over-sensitivity and, perhaps, a "darker side", as banal as it may sound (so banal, in fact, it may, ironically, be the intention).
The left head is majorly the one that speaks with an idiosyncratic accent indicative of a world of constant rain and royalty.
the toppings
NAME -- "You keep mentioning this 'Burr' guy like he has any relation to me. I've never heard that name in my life before and I'd certainly mind hearing it again; it's 'Cadbury', 'Caddy' if you wanna act all chummy, but frankly, sweetie, if you can't even get the first name right without being reminded we may not be on too good of terms."
GENDER --
MOVESET --
⦁ Blizzard™
⦁ Freeze-Dry
⦁ Mist
⦁ Mirror Shot
Spoiler:
Blizzard: An upsurgence of howling wind and streaking snow that relentlessly douses the surrounding area. More a temporary summoning of turbulent weather conditions, though some Ice-type capability should be invested on the user's behalf, otherwise the final product would include only the tumultuous winds carrying, perhaps, a hint of chill—far less effective or characteristic of the move's stigma as the "strongest Ice-type technique", according to many battle analysts. Of course, being that 'Blizzard' describes a literal Blizzard, it is subject to the same erraticism of real-life weather; regardless of how encompassing it can be, its impact can range from barely effective to devastatingly destructive depending on the subject's positioning, the environment in which the move is used, etc, as of course, when the natural weather corresponds with 'Blizzard', the technique receives a boost in power and accuracy.
Freeze-Dry: A technique learned only by a select group of powerful Ice-type Pokemon, 'Freeze-Dry' imitates cryodesiccation, singling out a target who is chilled at a rapid pace while also causing air pressure around said target to plummet. Though the dehydrating technique has a very low chance of outright freezing an ordinary Pokemon, it is especially effective against Water-types, to the point where usage wavers the line between super-effective and malignant. Of course, if an Ice-type is especially reliant on water to utilize 'Freeze-Dry' (see: Vanilluxe), it is also somewhat pernicious for that user to utilize it recklessly. The move does have more practical applications also as just a simple way to freeze ordinary items or preserve food.
Mist: A thick, gelid, white mist, as its name implies, with almost magical properties, as it blesses its user and any other subjects from receiving a "proficiency reduction", in analyst terms; a Pokemon is unable to grow faster nor slower, stronger nor weaker, when steeped in the 'Mist'. A similar effect can be induced with a Dire Hit, though many battle arenas discourage the use of X-Items. In battle, it is used solely to benefit allies on the user's side of the field as, otherwise, it would also benefit his/her opponents. The user has more control over the technique's span than with moves like 'Blizzard'.
Mirror Shot: A Steel-type technique characterized by the user attributing a blindingly-bright sheen, the same of which is ejected, usually, in battle as a blast of searing light-energy. The flash in itself may well disorient an opponent before the actual attack lands. Therefore, the move is very popular amongst Steel-types who, while otherwise unagile, are given a chance to re-position themselves. There exists a low probability that Mirror Shot will impair an opponent's accuracy for the remainder of the match as well. Finally, because the sheen that will imbue a user upon using it, 'Mirror Shot' can also grant a strategic Pokemon the ability to reflect light-based attacks, like 'Dazzling Gleam', and even moves like 'Thunderbolt', back onto an opposer. However, it should be noted that 'Mirror Shot' cannot grant full immunity in Thunderbolt, or any Electric-type move's, sake.
BACKGROUND This was where the excuses began, the "ums" and "ahs". The subject presumed visible discomfort would mitigate the cops' scrutiny; they fidgeted with their hands in their lap and cast continual, woeful glances towards the exit, and still the interrogation pressed on. The questions were growing more personal, now, and that was exactly when they expected to procure their real answers. They had already broken their victim besides that, and if they weren't explicitly paid to be ruthlessly thorough, it would be otherwise senseless to go easy on the man, and so Murphy asked plainly, "Was Miss Bethel undressed when you first entered her room?"
prompt: letter of resignation -------The authoritative-seeming Mamoswine promptly dropped his ostensible stoicism, his brow lifting in resignation as he beheld the sodden envelope, once laid at his doorstep, now stuck to his front hoof, and he made the reluctant effort to again lift his leg, sending a sorry slip of paper spilling outwards, freshly-defrosted almost begging to be read. Thus, he paused to do so with peaked curiosity at the sheer unsightliness, the dripping ink expressions of a mad-'mon leaping to greet him: Alright, -------Dearest Swinton, from the bottom of my figurative, frozen-over heart, I do, in all honesty, want to forgive you and forget all of this argy-bargy nonsense pertinent to yesterday, and yet, I can't truly bring myself to rue something that was essentially inevitable from our first day together. The signs have always been there and have always been obvious, Mr. Swinton, if you've been monitoring the 'mons you chose to hire at all, and the fact that their behaviour is going underlooked to the extent that it is leads me to conclude, reasonably, that you have never applied yourself to keep watch for any suspicions at all. Of course, there's the case to be argued that it isn't your position to upkeep employees with two managers on standby, but I might also refute that stance by summoning to attention basic performance records and workplace observations that show a severe imbalance in terms of which manager is working diligently at his job and which is flouncing off to make phone calls or otherwise arsing around with her employees instead of, you should be aware, managing. Perhaps that's where they get all their insolence from—I'm referring to these workers, now, because, more and more, they're getting away with being blatantly disruptive towards the order of things whether, Swinton, you either aren't or are "denser than your mangy, matted hide"—those aren't my words, but those of the Mandibuzz we hired just last week; flooring in itself she could articulate normally at all, but it's just one of many more cheeky comments, amidst all the ones joshing about your tusks, since deriding someone for an uncontrollable aspect of himself that just so happens to contradict the bipedal norm appears to be the Persian's pajamas with these kids nowadays—not to get too political on you—but if the employees have been snarking about you this whole time, you can only imagine what they say about me, right? I'm the Pokémon they have to answer to most of the time, after all, but of course, Delphine, again, has nothing to say to justify them pootling around behind the counter with their rowdy, "Dhelvis" music instead of doing any blithering work for once, and then they start sending each other looks across the store when I have to start breathing condensation down their necks to squeeze some effort out of them, and of course they grimace at even accidentally making eye contact with me because apparently there's something incredibly intimidating about a bloody Vanilluxe, cor blimey; maybe it all stems from a sense of jealousy or unfulfillment or a fear of a Pokémon who has the gall to differentiate, but I'm not a petty 'mon and I don't want to presume where the insecurity comes from, I just know that it's evidently there, has been there, and will continue to be there and inhibit the relationships of staff after my absence. The thing is, Mr. Swinton, if any issue rears its head in your establishment, you can't let it ravage the property for your own sake. Just because you had the revelation that I was more than capable of adopting a role of leadership and wasn't just some out-of-place randie hired out of a type-based partiality doesn't mean everyone else is willing to see things from your perspective. -------The most important traits a franchise owner can have are a sense of foresight and a non-lethargic approach to maintaining employee communication, because otherwise, you end up with one of your parlours unmanned without a manager now, and who are you going to hire to replace him, Swinton? Some amicable, vertebral chap with hands and feet and opposable thumbs who actually looks like he could work at the place instead of be served to the punters or spread onto posters as its bloody mascot and maybe his cohorts will finally bloody respect him for it; that's really the word of the day, Swinton: RESPECT. If your peers aren't open-minded, you can't RESPECT them, and they're certainly not about to start RESPECTing you, and it's hard to even bring yourself to RESPECT a boss who still seems fundamentally stuck in the Ice Age like an Amaura in a tar pit, and while I've paid passing mention to everyone's favorite walk-out… It might be for the best that I conclude my days with Castelle's. There's a point when you get as wizened as I am—and I'm sure we can find agreeance here, Swinton, considering how long you've roamed this wonderful world—where you've stacked up enough achievements and decorations of all sorts—certificates, gold medals, trophies; all of those gizmos—that newer accomplishments just start becoming obsolete. You don't dwell in those past "wins", you focus on the victories ahead of you, and then it all starts to blend, and then your confidence begins to melt as you become conscious of the conspiracy all about you plotting to bring about your demise, etcetera, etcetera. What I've been attempting to drill into you through what must undoubtedly seem like enlightened rambling: I can't afford to be manager anymore, simply put, because there's more to me than "higher-up at a sweets shop". I don't mean to say I'm "too good" for you, Mr. Swinton, and I realise your presumptions about me assuming that sort of attitude before; I believe you so eloquently referred to it as "smart-talk"? I'd question the applicability of that phrase in that context but you actually brought up a great point, that I'm not a drop-out or a punk or a hairy, old troglodyte—hypothetically speaking—and I'm never going to see eye-to-eye with those sort of washouts, nor should I be expected to strive to for seven hours a day. It wasn't my choice to flood the establishment with unpromising and, frankly, bratty teenagers plucked haphazardly off the street anyway, so I shouldn't be expected to take the brunt of the punishment for Miss Delphine's abhorrent decisions, and if I knew I needed to have employee "suggestions" beforehand that weren't "obvious nepotism" (probably the most advanced phrasing I've heard from you, old chap; good on ya), you'd have owed me for saving your livelihood in just five minutes, Swinton, because it'd be the only time I would need to renovate your current cast of wage-earners, the same of which you've entrusted with your success. -------It would pain me to write circles around you, so I'll end on a final piece of advice before we never interact with one another ever again because I know no one else will have the heart to tell you this: the wallpaper. It's horrendous. Change it. And change the red curtains too, they're ridiculously intimate-seeming; you're running a parlour not a brothel, Mr. Swinton. -------Also, I did not call Delphine a "mutt" and it's ironic with the supremacist trash that spills out of her snout that she would even likely accuse me of being any more bigoted than she is. -------Get Miss Victim Complex somewhere warm and fetch her plenty of water!
No longer yours,
X Cadbury
prompt: letter of resignation -------In the wake of emptying the envelope, the Mamoswine suddenly realized it had but one other content, equally as soaked-through, though its words vaguely legible. On closer examination, as the behemoth managed to hoist the second paper upwards with its tusks, it effectively mimicked that of a primary student's schoolwork with boyish handwriting rendered in lead. This letter read: Morning: -------I am contacting you in order to address the reason for my premeditated absence, April 13th, #*%@, as well as to confirm permanent absenteeism in approaching times hereafter. Admittedly, my sudden desertion will likely leave the establishment of Castelle's in disarray based upon the authority I assumed with my position (if that is in any way non-contradictory to any statements that may have been made above). Simultaneously, within the presence of you especially, as in, Mamoswine Dr. Swinton's presence—referred to with proper titling and the inclusion of species for readers' awareness, of which will likely become a common trend in this letter—, as well as amidst multifarious employees, I have garnered an empirical sense of unappreciation regarding my actions as manager, and I can thus presume with relative confidence that my defection will be neither mourned nor unmendable, hence the promptitude of my conclusory decision. -------For what it's worth, I did enjoy my time employed underneath you, Dr. Swinton—another potentially contradictory detail—, Dr. Swinton, and wish good tidings for both you and the remainder of the Castelle's staff, and it is with the intent of redeeming myself in your perspectives which necessitates an explanation of the eliciting event in my mind. Thus: -------The tension with Furfrou Delphine began at roughly 11:47:35 yesterday when I surveyed that my cohort had readily abandoned her post to address the rotary phone in the back of the establishment. The miscellaneous employees appeared not to have noticed whilst making exchanges behind the front counter. Recollectable body language included widened eyes and tail emulating an anxious "wagging" movement, though I had no intent to focus intently on Delphine's backside—this is a statement made with humorous intent. However, her fur in its entirety appeared uncharacteristically bedraggled. Being that Sunday afternoons have consistently been our most frequented times, based on past experiences, it was foreseeable that a considerable amount of stress would be placed upon the both of us during the extent of the workday. In an attempt to communicate this message to Delphine, I was brazenly interrupted as she asserted that I, most preferably, should "butt out" of her welfare. By 12:02:09, she had already retreated again, presumably for the same reasons involving the phone while the purpose for doing so was never elucidated to her fellow manager. -------By 12:05:39, approximately, the parlour was already objectively thronged with clientele—considering the size of Castelle's, which I have calculated, though the proper measurements have appeared to slip my mind as of writing—, about twenty-nine awaiting service with eight additional customers claiming seating indoors. The two rightmost booths were claimed by a Palpitoad pair and Minccino family respectively. The six smaller tables directly had also been reserved by a Beartic, a Fraxure, a Dewott, a Leavanny—the common trend between these Pokemon likely being apparent—, and two other species indistinguishable to me, again, to tickle readers' fancy: a stout, brown-furred fellow in an oddly-ornate tie, a blue-and-white pinniped with a glamorous air to herself. Around half of the patrons present had additionally brought children along with them and about half of those—literally "half", as I made sure to count—were crying or in some similar state of distress due to a plethora of tiny problems related mainly to the soft-serves not cooperating with their ill-developed dexterity, though such a statement is meant more as an evaluation than a jeer; I will disclaim now that I hold no ill will against hatchlings of any sort. I myself did all in my capacity to tend to them and balanced promoting productivity amidst the employees behind the counter, as, presumably, they had grown distracted because of a song I was not particularly fond of that I might also describe personally as being "faddish"; the lyrics may be easily-identifiable if I transcribe them: 'You ain't nothin' but a Houndoom / Howlin' all the time. / Ain't never scared a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine." A petty thought that may have crossed my mind as well while tending to the younglings may have been, "It appeared every Axew with ice cream up her nose was being replaced with another such ankle-biter with a oddly-similar predicament." This admittedly pessimistic attitude transformed the packed parlour into a distressful and cacophonic setting with bawling in the eating area and merriment behind the counter, the latter of which upset me due to not having any appendages in which to properly "cut a rug". -------Two minutes shy of 12:35, the seconds being forgotten in my growing state of nausea, I began to feel the effects of slight dehydration and ordered Mandibuzz Dixie—another species intended to leave a certain, "punkish" impression—to retrieve Delphine in order to cover for my vacancy before retreating to the male's bathroom. Said lavatory was positioned in-between the female's and genderless' as well; the latter should speak for the uniquity of this Pokemon-inhabited universe.The clock inside the male's bathroom appeared to be running a second or few behind, according to my past countings—a reflection of my meticulous nature—, though I can evenly conclude it was at around 12:37 with me hovering before the third of a row of five urinals that Delphine made an unprompted entrance behind me. Notable body language included sadly-sparkling eyes and a similarly paradoxical grin. -------Delphine's status may have been apparent to other Pokemon but, alas, it was not to me. Unfortunately, her message, involving an abrupt end of her shift in order to attend some medicinal facility for someone else, was instantaneously lost in contingency, triggered by frustration, reasonably, on both of our behalfs. In-retrospect, a misunderstanding may have also elicited the resulting conflict regarding the relevancy of the facility in her having to make an immediate leave; this likely says a number of things about me in-particular, however, I believe I cannot be blamed entirely for not wanting to manage Castelle's entirely on my lonesome. -------The situation never became outright violent, as in viscerally so, though a sort of action was taken when Delphine delved into an accusatory tirade about a number of things, all blatantly telling of my character before, hypothetically, I've even been hired someplace else, and all insulting as well. I may have uttered some phrases in-response... Furfrou Delphine's use of the harsh, derogatory term "roly-poly" was entirely unacceptable and, in the end, needed to be accounted for. Perhaps it was considerably harsh to blast her with the ruthless tumult of a snowstorm at close range—and, perhaps, by admitting that sentence I have already damned myself to appearing irredeemable, but it would be untruthful to my character if I made little attempt to justify my behavior: the costliness of the "Blizzard" technique, although at that time of 12:38 I had been freshly-replenished with water, as well as the general mess it is bound to leave in nearly all occasions makes for a treacherous move with enough detractors to make me balanced in the battling department. -------On the other hand, the condition in which Furfrou Delphine remained in the aftermath was, punnily, chilling, if not outright fascinating. I would liken the position to that of fossilization, as if she were pulled from a gelid tarpit, frozen both in body and in time—frozen, as in, the status ailment. The cold had caused her body to curl up instinctively, her back arched, her paws barely handling her body weight which in itself had been exponentially multiplied; an abundance of frost and snow clung to the downy white pelt and encircled her eyes from beneath the heart-shaped bangs, as well as her nose and mouth. Her consciousness had been claimed in one, breathtaking swoop; she stood teetering, shuddering, cold to the touch. -------Having already made myself out accidentally to seem malevolent, the above depiction of my fixation would likely not have done any less to sway you to believe otherwise if it were removed. It is not to say that I felt no sense of remorse regarding what had become of poor Delphine, however, and I did shove her under the vent with the presumption that warm air would reach here before bolting for the exit and abandoning the premises altogether. I do apologize profusely for leaving all the half-melted snow in my wake. It was a particular peeve of mine to see any sort of anything left on the floors. I can already imagine the water moving in-between the cracks in the tiling… -------Again, I will stress that I would never desert my place of occupation unless in the case of an emergency such as this and do commend you in advance for seeing the situation in-question from my perspective, which in itself could come across as "questionable", but alas. Delphine herself should recover with proper exposure to high temperatures and constant hydration in three hours time of being thoroughly frozen. (This letter will likely come to you the following morning, so I will assume for the better that you have done both of these things; it is only common sense, after all.)
Cheers, Cadbury
THIS is what has been effectively completed regarding Cadbury the Second's glorious sign-up sheet!! The most important edition are the prompt responses to the right; hopefully the extra line height makes them easier to read despite the minuscule height of the text boxes. The second response in-particular may still have some spelling/wording errors, and I probably left a lot of American-ized spellings too—ex. "color" instead of "colour", "realize" instead of "realise"—so I'll definitely be going back to review it before I declare it entirely finished.
I've been working on those "letters" for about a week now and I'd be happy to hear your thoughts now that I'm in the homestretch! I've definitely got a good grasp on what kind of presence I want to plague Finer Things with. All that's left, really, is that background!
Ooh, I'll lend my thoughts! I'm no GM of course, but I'd still like to understand my co-workers in full!
Oops. I found an issue. This happens when I mouse over the image at left. The box appears way over there and the font colour is unreadable (I'm using Moon forum skin).
I think I preferred the image before filters applied, but that's subjective. Use which one you like, but I think the earlier one was more colourful and easier to read.
When you say, "The left head is majorly the one that speaks with an idiosyncratic accent indicative of a world of constant rain and royalty," do you mean our left or their left?
Am I to take it that Caddy is the dominant, active head? I assumed so at first given the top section of the profile, but reading the letters makes me think I may've been wrong... I think I personally would like to know more about how these two handle the phenomenon of being conjoined.
I'm afraid I don't understand Background. It's probably lack of context.
Hmmm, reading over this letter, I take it Caddy is someone who takes a job at a lower-class establishment like a sweets shop, far too seriously? Or is holding it to higher standards than anyone else in the place is? Eheheh.
Heck, the same could go for Burr really, sounds like. The letter on bottom gave me quite a few chuckles. G'job!!
Oh, I should ask: Which letter is from whom?
Typo spottin': "warm air would reach here"
As for the American spelling or not, either is fine really, as long as you keep it consistent throughout.
P.S. Your gender -- double-male -- is the homosexual symbol and I'm atwitter in infantile laughter.
RIP everything is terrible. I'll just change the font color later.
And I don't actually catch your drift regarding an "easier to read" image. The filters are actually the same as the one Kiyo's used and then I made it blue to match the color scheme of the overall post format. (Though I'm honestly falling out of love with the CSS I used; I'm moments away from redoing it.)
ordinaryOddball said:
When you say, "The left head is majorly the one that speaks with an idiosyncratic accent indicative of a world of constant rain and royalty," do you mean our left or their left?
Am I to take it that Caddy is the dominant, active head? I assumed so at first given the top section of the profile, but reading the letters makes me think I may've been wrong... I think I personally would like to know more about how these two handle the phenomenon of being conjoined.
I mean, there's nothing really in the letters that suggests one is explicitly dominant over the other. I will say that Caddy is the most prominent of the two personalities; he's the only most Pokemon know about. Otherwise, the two just coexist. They have their own thought processes and conspire mentally.
I am glad you found the responses entertaining!
ordinaryOddball said:
As for the American spelling or not, either is fine really, as long as you keep it consistent throughout.
Ayyy that's the kind of coincidence I can get behind! Cadbury will certainly be putting the "flake" in "99 Flake" if anyone in-particular catches his eye. ...is what I'd say sincerely if that's what "flake" actually meant but I've had this pun in-mind since forever and I sure as fuck ain't changing it just because I used one of the essential words incorrectly ahahah
Oh, no, it wasn't the letters section I meant. Burr only gets a single line in the Confection Perfection section, compared to the full paragraph about Caddy. Caddy entirely dominates the Name section and tries to claim Burr doesn't exist. That's what gave me the impression Caddy is in some way dominant, or perhaps something darker than that.
I would like to know which letter was from Caddy and which from Burr, though. As well as who's on what side, which would help just with roleplaying narration. And visualization.
RIP I realized I sent you like 6 different notifs too late. Usually I just do the "official" quoting method once and copy/paste other parts before wrapping them in
Idk if this is your intended effect, but this is how I'm seeing your SU on my PC:
Spoiler:
The "Cadbury" does not look as if it's in the right place. If this name-image-thing isn't working, I think you can do without it.
----- Appearance and Gender.
By "diamond bowtie," do you mean something like (this)? This is "diamond-tip" style, and I'm curious purely for mental image reasons versus actual criticism.
The two heads are mentioned having ties that have "one stripe of x and one stripe of y," and I'm imagining them like (this). Am I correct?
Ordball sa pleci dar nu-ma said:
Your gender is the homosexual symbol and I'm atwitter in infantile laughter
I love this section; it clearly encompasses both species and a little extra somethin'-somethin' for us to chew on as well as answers practical questions, and your response to Ordball's question about who's the "dominant personality" and the semantics of that are tied up beautifully. But one thing:
Quips aside, I think that's a legitimate question that needs to be answered. I'm assuming Cadbury's left (even though the deviantart image in the su depicts the straw-headed "right one" on the Vanilluxe's left RIP.)
I'd say it's pretty obvious that the top "white" one is Caddy and the bottom "black" one is Burr. Both prompts are absolutely stellar - their idiosyncrasies in telling the same story really show who they are and how they'll be played (love how they're subtly the inverse of eachother: Caddy's more articulate but his tendency to talk in circles leads to unspecific alluding and defensive behavior, while Burr is obsessively specific but buries the story under confusing jargon.) I am overwhelmingly excited to see the two personalities in action!
Oh, and be sure to PM me ideas about Cadbury's Secret when you get the chance/make one.
Long answer: They're mandated accessories whose precise design matters far less than general details that are telling in their own right. The fact that they're bowties in-general, for example: a technically-formal article usually viewed as being indicative of a "nerdier", "goofier", or otherwise "more approachable" person.
Short answer: Yeah.
Who's Kiyomama? said:
Quips aside, I think that's a legitimate question that needs to be answered.
It literally IS NOT. When I say "left", what is your immediate assumption? Do I have to say the fucking "west-most" head? THE HEAD WITH THE DRIPPING MOUTH, THE SAME HEAD DESCRIBED AS "LEFT-HEAD" IN THE SCROLL-OVER APPEARANCE.
Who's Kiyoyoma? said:
I'd say it's pretty obvious that the top "white" one is Caddy and the bottom "black" one is Burr. Both prompts are absolutely stellar - their idiosyncrasies in telling the same story really show who they are and how they'll be played (love how they're subtly the inverse of eachother: Caddy's more articulate but his tendency to talk in circles leads to unspecific alluding and defensive behavior, while Burr is obsessively specific but buries the story under confusing jargon.)
Tbh, the differentiation didn't really matter, especially from their standpoint—they're one in the same.
But gah-llly, I sure am garsh darn glad you liked them. Making them foils to one another was pretty much expectant but they also have many elements in common! Or, at least in my head they do. I would say Burr's recollection is the more dependable one because it actually isa recollection while Caddy's is just a tirade incited by the recent event. At the same time, Burr does start cutting corners near the end. He can quote entire lyrics from a song he doesn't even care for but not recollect anything he may have seen to Delphine...? (also wow no mention of the Sam reference, did you even read smh)
I'm super excited to bring Cadbury to life as well, both because of the role I intend for him to play—the itch that poor, insecure, teenage Rina failed to effectively scratch—as well as grinning madly at all the presumptions you all will inevitably make about how they really are...!
I'll send you the secret now. Better than later, eh?
I totally got it, but if I pointed to everything I liked or chuckled at I would have to quote the whole prompt. Especially the part about the curtains and the brothel. Help me.
I'm confused how both of these points can be true. They appear contradictory as currently written.
Sorry to harp, but this seems like a critical/focal point of the character, so I want to make sure everyone's on the same page about how it works in your character.
I don't mean to sound like a total salt queen but, honestly, if I gave someone the assignment of writing something and he/she got back to me with what he'd/she'd written, I'd want to show them not just that I read it or even that I liked or disliked what I'd been given, but that I got something from it, that whatever I wrote had an impact and here in-particularly was what left said impact. If it didn't leave an impact, if it all sounded artistic and meaningful but, thinking back, you can't recollect a single interesting sentence or phrase, that's enlightening; I'll be forced to go deeper and get better. I know, in my writings, I like to incorporate a lot of smaller, subtler details that aren't there solely to entertain me. I laugh occasionally at things I write because I'm envisioning how other people will react to them when they're discovered. I want to entertain my audience above anything else! It matters a lot to know that I have an audience at all. So, no grievances, but I am a little disappointed that you'd think it "inappropriate", in some manner, to just quote everything that stood out in your mind, good or bad.
I think one of the main detriments of the Roleplay Theatre, at least from a writer's standpoint, is that no one really has an obligation to read a lot of what people create here. Unless they're the posts directly linked to yours--and that may not even include every post in a particular roleplay, mind you--or they're ones thought up by your friend who is constantly pestering you outside of the forums about, you can easily overlook most else. It all culminates in making writing here appear to be an extraneous task, just an accessory to socializing, and I know people can get plenty of fulfillment in their established friend group, but as someone who loves writing to the extent that I want to excel and possibly prosper off of it in some fashion, I need people to read what I've written. Otherwise, everything I do here is a time sink, really; I guess I just like getting something out of my past times. My main point is this, though: I personally prosper from more than just acknowledgement and compliments because I want to feel as if what I do matters. I believe it would be best for everyone if both game masters and players went out of their way to read and comment upon the works of their peers.
...looks like squeezed another strong opinion out of me; I tried to organize my thoughts but it'll likely still come across as a rant, just, hopefully, not an accusatory one.
They're not contradictory; you took Caddy's words to heart. From his letter, Caddy was made out to be an unreliable narrator (or at least I hope he came across that way). I think it'll all make more sense with the closure after the background portion which I didn't include since... it looked better after the background portion, I guess, lol. Probably should've waited to incorporate everything in one fell swoop, in retrospect.
I will, however, ask that you don't mistake my lack of commentary for a lack of care or awareness of detail - as you pointed out, I posted something else at 4 and finally posted my response to this at 7 - I spent a good amount of time reading and sifting through your SU for any perceived errors or discrepancies that I thought relevant or outlying. In fact, it means the opposite: I'm very satisfied with what you've written, to the point where I don't have much to contest, and to boot my post was getting incredibly long as it was. I read everything because that's one of things I love doing, and I hope you don't misconstrue my response with a lack of caring on my part.
But you make a very earnest and incredibly important point, and I personally feel as if I'm guilty of that kind of behavior regardless and should be making more of a conscious effort to follow the model you proposed, especially since OTM is meant to break a lot of counterproductive trends regarding the social operation of the subforum. I'll make more of a conscious effort in my game mastering to really involve myself with the stories that transpire in an outspoken manner and cultivate a likewise environment of investment between players. I particularly like the line you said about posts being "an accessory to socializing," when they should be the main focus of what we're doing here. Honestly, thank you, I think this is something we all need to read and remember.
pth, pth, pth was my father a motherfucking thesaurus calm down captain vocabulary
I totally got the "unreliable narrator" vibe from Caddy! I think your prompt really speaks for itself when Burr is the one who actually describes the event in full comprehensive detail, and Caddy can't even bring himself to say his name as "the manager who's leaving" until the very end, as if the resignation letter is in reference to someone else entirely and there's supposed to be this fanciful "grand twist" of said manager being himself. In fact, I love how Caddy's letter gives the impression that he simply left because he couldn't bare to live with the social differences between him and the disrespectful teenagers he works with at the sweet shop and Burr ends up pulling off an actual twist about them having, essentially, assaulted someone who simply wanted to visit an evidently important person at the hospital. Really details how callous and self-serving the Caddy-half can be, where he completely fails to mention anything regarding this incident and focuses on his embittered feelings or showing compassion/remorse.
The way I've been perceiving the duo is that they're technically two halves of the same person -- and while in their head they coexist and perhaps make decisions together, possibly even as one consciousness, the "Caddy" personality wishes to be the outspoken one or doesn't want people to form relationships/actively know there's a second personality, or perhaps Caddy is forcing co-dependence or controlling the "Burr" half?
I think the basic point is, just because Burr may be quiet or Caddy does what he can to be discreet about Burr's autonomy, that doesn't mean Burr has any less control; Burr isn't just an extension or annex of the Caddy half.
But that's just my speculation, if I'm picking up what's being put down.
I think that's a point my pillar of salt failed somewhat to account for was the feeling that what you've read isn't worthy of being criticized which is WROOONG IN MY CASE BECAUSE I FORGOT TO ITALICIZE THE SONG LYRICS AND FUCKED EVERYTHING UP, but consider still: not all commentary on a piece of writing needs to be constructive criticism. Simply bringing into focus an observed moment or theme can enlighten a writer on what he/she may or may not have wanted or simply boost his/her massive, Jauntier-sized ego (which is a good thing, probably, because then he'll/she'll write more and be more confident in branching out and writing about different things, etc.) which i probably already said didn't iBUT you gotta give da proof, physical proof baby, gotta win my love
omg he liked it so much i'm so happy
cicaro-guy likes what i wrote
aaah BUT MAKE POSTS LONGER, NOT EXCUSES
Who's Kiyo said:
But you make a very earnest and incredibly important point, and I personally feel as if I'm guilty of that kind of behavior regardless and should be making more of a conscious effort to follow the model you proposed, especially since OTM is meant to break a lot of counterproductive trends regarding the social operation of the subforum. I'll make more of a conscious effort in my game mastering to really involve myself with the stories that transpire in an outspoken manner and cultivate a likewise environment of investment between players. I particularly like the line you said about posts being "an accessory to socializing," when they should be the main focus of what we're doing here. Honestly, thank you, I think this is something we all need to read and remember.
I think some residual guilt from IIS fueled much of what I wrote above. I read the prompt responses and thought they were great but it felt "wrong" to show that I had; I think it was that idea I just mentioned of feeling like everything I mentioned needed to be constructive and, otherwise, it was purposeless, but after deeper analysis, the more I said, the better it would've been.
But, fuck yeah, I liked your line that I bolded. VIVA LA RÉVOLUTION, BABY. Let's snap this place in fucking half.
I'll make it a goal to get involved and invested as a game master once I take a dig at it again (in case I don't want to look like a HYPOCRITE AGAIN, HA HA HA). You gotta bring the best out of your players, y'know? I can definitely see you doing that, Kiyo. You've got SPIRIT
i am an inspiration to all
how did you know i recently got engaged to freedictionary.com
Kiyo's Who? said:
I totally got the "unreliable narrator" vibe from Caddy!
The way I've been perceiving the duo is that they're technically two halves of the same person -- and while in their head they coexist and perhaps make decisions together, possibly even as one consciousness, the "Caddy" personality wishes to be the outspoken one or doesn't want people to form relationships/actively know there's a second personality, or perhaps Caddy is forcing co-dependence or controlling the "Burr" half?
SEE KIYO THE WAY YOU DESCRIBE EVERYTHING MAKES ME FEEL IMPORTANT
AHAHAHA ALL OF THESE OBSERVATIONS, THE PART ABOUT HIM BEING SELF-SERVING, AAAH! It's all going to come together! I promise! The nature behind Caddy and Burr's relationship is something I'm ecstatic to explore in-character and the fact that you're already speculating off the bat is fantastic!
Burr is definitely passive in the presence of his "other half", that's for sure. They'll bicker and banter plenty but, ultimately, it's Burr who'll take the fall for Caddy every time. He's allowed himself to be belittled to Caddy's "sidekick".
Nooo, but Caddy just wanted respect.
I don't know what else I'd like to say in the midst of this glory but I will mention that Burr's off-kilter comments like "this is a reflection of my meticulous nature" are intended to be a reflection of my thoughts; i.e., I'd include a detail about him being regretful about leaving the bathroon a mess when he booked it to reflect his compulsion to keep things clean. ...i honestly can't remember why, there was some deeper meaning to why he breaks the fourth wall and understands he's a charcter, but's almost 2:30 here, i'm going to die of exhaustion alone and unaccomplished, lol
I'm deteriorating.
To conclude this ELECTRIFYING evening, here's the updated CSS I was pressuring myself to make:
Spoiler:
Cadbury
Regarding Looks:
Spoiler:
Both heads boast matching diamond bow ties nestled in-between their lower pair of rhomboidal "crystals", with the left's tie having one black stripe and one green stripe; the right head's tie having one green stripe and one white stripe. The "puff" atop the leftmost head is slicked back for special occasions. The rightmost "straw" outputs clouds of condensation when emotional. A portion of left-head's assumed bottom lip drips downward.
[title='Cadbury' by Masashi Kageyama, for Gimmick!][/title]
Confection perfection.
Serving size: 1.3m; 57.5 kg. Two frozen water-flavored scoops with a delectable solid-ice center. Served with diamond-shaped sprinkles and emotional problems in a waffle cone.
A Vanilluxe, of which there are technically two, though details related to that are hardly any of anyone but Carmine's concern. With a considerable amount of life experience about him already, Caddy has developed an irrefutable sense of charm, as well as an unshakable need to succeed; one can say he has grown accustomed to many a past success, though Cadbury seems uncomfortable with dwelling in the past. At any rate, his willingness to work hard and outwards courtesy towards his fellow employees is enough to balance out an apparent over-sensitivity and, perhaps, a "darker side", as banal as it may sound (so banal, in fact, it may, ironically, be the intention).
The left head is majorly the one that speaks with an idiosyncratic accent indicative of a world of constant rain and royalty.
the toppings
NAME -- "You keep mentioning this 'Burr' guy like he has any relation to me. I've never heard that name in my life before and I'd certainly mind hearing it again; it's 'Cadbury', 'Caddy' if you wanna act all chummy, but frankly, sweetie, if you can't even get the first name right without being reminded we may not be on too good of terms."
GENDER --
MOVESET --
⦁ Blizzard™
⦁ Freeze-Dry
⦁ Mist
⦁ Mirror Shot
Spoiler:
Blizzard: An upsurgence of howling wind and streaking snow that relentlessly douses the surrounding area. More a temporary summoning of turbulent weather conditions, though some Ice-type capability should be invested on the user's behalf, otherwise the final product would include only the tumultuous winds carrying, perhaps, a hint of chill—far less effective or characteristic of the move's stigma as the "strongest Ice-type technique", according to many battle analysts. Of course, being that 'Blizzard' describes a literal Blizzard, it is subject to the same erraticism of real-life weather; regardless of how encompassing it can be, its impact can range from barely effective to devastatingly destructive depending on the subject's positioning, the environment in which the move is used, etc, as of course, when the natural weather corresponds with 'Blizzard', the technique receives a boost in power and accuracy.
Freeze-Dry: A technique learned only by a select group of powerful Ice-type Pokemon, 'Freeze-Dry' imitates cryodesiccation, singling out a target who is chilled at a rapid pace while also causing air pressure around said target to plummet. Though the dehydrating technique has a very low chance of outright freezing an ordinary Pokemon, it is especially effective against Water-types, to the point where usage wavers the line between super-effective and malignant. Of course, if an Ice-type is especially reliant on water to utilize 'Freeze-Dry' (see: Vanilluxe), it is also somewhat pernicious for that user to utilize it recklessly. The move does have more practical applications also as just a simple way to freeze ordinary items or preserve food.
Mist: A thick, gelid, white mist, as its name implies, with almost magical properties, as it blesses its user and any other subjects from receiving a "proficiency reduction", in analyst terms; a Pokemon is unable to grow faster nor slower, stronger nor weaker, when steeped in the 'Mist'. A similar effect can be induced with a Dire Hit, though many battle arenas discourage the use of X-Items. In battle, it is used solely to benefit allies on the user's side of the field as, otherwise, it would also benefit his/her opponents. The user has more control over the technique's span than with moves like 'Blizzard'.
Mirror Shot: A Steel-type technique characterized by the user attributing a blindingly-bright sheen, the same of which is ejected, usually, in battle as a blast of searing light-energy. The flash in itself may well disorient an opponent before the actual attack lands. Therefore, the move is very popular amongst Steel-types who, while otherwise unagile, are given a chance to re-position themselves. There exists a low probability that Mirror Shot will impair an opponent's accuracy for the remainder of the match as well. Finally, because the sheen that will imbue a user upon using it, 'Mirror Shot' can also grant a strategic Pokemon the ability to reflect light-based attacks, like 'Dazzling Gleam', and even moves like 'Thunderbolt', back onto an opposer. However, it should be noted that 'Mirror Shot' cannot grant full immunity in Thunderbolt, or any Electric-type move's, sake.
BACKGROUND This was where the excuses began, the "ums" and "ahs". The subject presumed visible discomfort would mitigate the cops' scrutiny; they fidgeted with their hands in their lap and cast continual, woeful glances towards the exit, and still the interrogation pressed on. The questions were growing more personal, now, and that was exactly when they expected to procure their real answers. They had already broken their victim besides that, and if they weren't explicitly paid to be ruthlessly thorough, it would be otherwise senseless to go easy on the man, and so Murphy asked plainly, "Was Miss Bethel undressed when you first entered her room?"
prompt: letter of resignation
-------The authoritative-seeming Mamoswine promptly dropped his ostensible stoicism, his brow lifting in resignation as he beheld the sodden envelope, once laid at his doorstep, now stuck to his front hoof, and he made the reluctant effort to again lift his leg, sending a sorry slip of paper spilling outwards, freshly-defrosted almost begging to be read. Thus, he paused to do so with peaked curiosity at the sheer unsightliness, the dripping ink expressions of a mad-'mon leaping to greet him: Alright, -------Dearest Swinton, from the bottom of my figurative, frozen-over heart, I do, in all honesty, want to forgive you and forget all of this argy-bargy nonsense pertinent to yesterday, and yet, I can't truly bring myself to rue something that was essentially inevitable from our first day together. The signs have always been there and have always been obvious, Mr. Swinton, if you've been monitoring the 'mons you chose to hire at all, and the fact that their behaviour is going underlooked to the extent that it is leads me to conclude, reasonably, that you have never applied yourself to keep watch for any suspicions at all. Of course, there's the case to be argued that it isn't your position to upkeep employees with two managers on standby, but I might also refute that stance by summoning to attention basic performance records and workplace observations that show a severe imbalance in terms of which manager is working diligently at his job and which is flouncing off to make phone calls or otherwise arsing around with her employees instead of, you should be aware, managing. Perhaps that's where they get all their insolence from—I'm referring to these workers, now, because, more and more, they're getting away with being blatantly disruptive towards the order of things whether, Swinton, you either aren't or are "denser than your mangy, matted hide"—those aren't my words, but those of the Mandibuzz we hired just last week; flooring in itself she could articulate normally at all, but it's just one of many more cheeky comments, amidst all the ones joshing about your tusks, since deriding someone for an uncontrollable aspect of himself that just so happens to contradict the bipedal norm appears to be the Persian's pajamas with these kids nowadays—not to get too political on you—but if the employees have been snarking about you this whole time, you can only imagine what they say about me, right? I'm the Pokémon they have to answer to most of the time, after all, but of course, Delphine, again, has nothing to say to justify them pootling around behind the counter with their rowdy, "Dhelvis" music instead of doing any blithering work for once, and then they start sending each other looks across the store when I have to start breathing condensation down their necks to squeeze some effort out of them, and of course they grimace at even accidentally making eye contact with me because apparently there's something incredibly intimidating about a bloody Vanilluxe, cor blimey; maybe it all stems from a sense of jealousy or unfulfillment or a fear of a Pokémon who has the gall to differentiate, but I'm not a petty 'mon and I don't want to presume where the insecurity comes from, I just know that it's evidently there, has been there, and will continue to be there and inhibit the relationships of staff after my absence. The thing is, Mr. Swinton, if any issue rears its head in your establishment, you can't let it ravage the property for your own sake. Just because you had the revelation that I was more than capable of adopting a role of leadership and wasn't just some out-of-place randie hired out of a type-based partiality doesn't mean everyone else is willing to see things from your perspective. -------The most important traits a franchise owner can have are a sense of foresight and a non-lethargic approach to maintaining employee communication, because otherwise, you end up with one of your parlours unmanned without a manager now, and who are you going to hire to replace him, Swinton? Some amicable, vertebral chap with hands and feet and opposable thumbs who actually looks like he could work at the place instead of be served to the punters or spread onto posters as its bloody mascot and maybe his cohorts will finally bloody respect him for it; that's really the word of the day, Swinton: RESPECT. If your peers aren't open-minded, you can't RESPECT them, and they're certainly not about to start RESPECTing you, and it's hard to even bring yourself to RESPECT a boss who still seems fundamentally stuck in the Ice Age like an Amaura in a tar pit, and while I've paid passing mention to everyone's favorite walk-out… It might be for the best that I conclude my days with Castelle's. There's a point when you get as wizened as I am—and I'm sure we can find agreeance here, Swinton, considering how long you've roamed this wonderful world—where you've stacked up enough achievements and decorations of all sorts—certificates, gold medals, trophies; all of those gizmos—that newer accomplishments just start becoming obsolete. You don't dwell in those past "wins", you focus on the victories ahead of you, and then it all starts to blend, and then your confidence begins to melt as you become conscious of the conspiracy all about you plotting to bring about your demise, etcetera, etcetera. What I've been attempting to drill into you through what must undoubtedly seem like enlightened rambling: I can't afford to be manager anymore, simply put, because there's more to me than "higher-up at a sweets shop". I don't mean to say I'm "too good" for you, Mr. Swinton, and I realise your presumptions about me assuming that sort of attitude before; I believe you so eloquently referred to it as "smart-talk"? I'd question the applicability of that phrase in that context but you actually brought up a great point, that I'm not a drop-out or a punk or a hairy, old troglodyte—hypothetically speaking—and I'm never going to see eye-to-eye with those sort of washouts, nor should I be expected to strive to for seven hours a day. It wasn't my choice to flood the establishment with unpromising and, frankly, bratty teenagers plucked haphazardly off the street anyway, so I shouldn't be expected to take the brunt of the punishment for Miss Delphine's abhorrent decisions, and if I knew I needed to have employee "suggestions" beforehand that weren't "obvious nepotism" (probably the most advanced phrasing I've heard from you, old chap; good on ya), you'd have owed me for saving your livelihood in just five minutes, Swinton, because it'd be the only time I would need to renovate your current cast of wage-earners, the same of which you've entrusted with your success. -------It would pain me to write circles around you, so I'll end on a final piece of advice before we never interact with one another ever again because I know no one else will have the heart to tell you this: the wallpaper. It's horrendous. Change it. And change the red curtains too, they're ridiculously intimate-seeming; you're running a parlour not a brothel, Mr. Swinton. -------Also, I did not call Delphine a "mutt" and it's ironic with the supremacist trash that spills out of her snout that she would even likely accuse me of being any more bigoted than she is. -------Get Miss Victim Complex somewhere warm and fetch her plenty of water!
No longer yours,
X Cadbury
prompt: letter of resignation -------In the wake of emptying the envelope, the Mamoswine suddenly realized it had but one other content, equally as soaked-through, though its words vaguely legible. On closer examination, as the behemoth managed to hoist the second paper upwards with its tusks, it effectively mimicked that of a primary student's schoolwork with boyish handwriting rendered in lead. This letter read: Morning: -------I am contacting you in order to address the reason for my premeditated absence, April 13th, #*%@, as well as to confirm permanent absenteeism in approaching times hereafter. Admittedly, my sudden desertion will likely leave the establishment of Castelle's in disarray based upon the authority I assumed with my position (if that is in any way non-contradictory to any statements that may have been made above). Simultaneously, within the presence of you especially, as in, Mamoswine Dr. Swinton's presence—referred to with proper titling and the inclusion of species for readers' awareness, of which will likely become a common trend in this letter—, as well as amidst multifarious employees, I have garnered an empirical sense of unappreciation regarding my actions as manager, and I can thus presume with relative confidence that my defection will be neither mourned nor unmendable, hence the promptitude of my conclusory decision. -------For what it's worth, I did enjoy my time employed underneath you, Dr. Swinton—another potentially contradictory detail—, Dr. Swinton, and wish good tidings for both you and the remainder of the Castelle's staff, and it is with the intent of redeeming myself in your perspectives which necessitates an explanation of the eliciting event in my mind. Thus: -------The tension with Furfrou Delphine began at roughly 11:47:35 yesterday when I surveyed that my cohort had readily abandoned her post to address the rotary phone in the back of the establishment. The miscellaneous employees appeared not to have noticed whilst making exchanges behind the front counter. Recollectable body language included widened eyes and tail emulating an anxious "wagging" movement, though I had no intent to focus intently on Delphine's backside—this is a statement made with humorous intent. However, her fur in its entirety appeared uncharacteristically bedraggled. Being that Sunday afternoons have consistently been our most frequented times, based on past experiences, it was foreseeable that a considerable amount of stress would be placed upon the both of us during the extent of the workday. In an attempt to communicate this message to Delphine, I was brazenly interrupted as she asserted that I, most preferably, should "butt out" of her welfare. By 12:02:09, she had already retreated again, presumably for the same reasons involving the phone while the purpose for doing so was never elucidated to her fellow manager. -------By 12:05:39, approximately, the parlour was already objectively thronged with clientele—considering the size of Castelle's, which I have calculated, though the proper measurements have appeared to slip my mind as of writing—, about twenty-nine awaiting service with eight additional customers claiming seating indoors. The two rightmost booths were claimed by a Palpitoad pair and Minccino family respectively. The six smaller tables directly had also been reserved by a Beartic, a Fraxure, a Dewott, a Leavanny—the common trend between these Pokemon likely being apparent—, and two other species indistinguishable to me, again, to tickle readers' fancy: a stout, brown-furred fellow in an oddly-ornate tie, a blue-and-white pinniped with a glamorous air to herself. Around half of the patrons present had additionally brought children along with them and about half of those—literally "half", as I made sure to count—were crying or in some similar state of distress due to a plethora of tiny problems related mainly to the soft-serves not cooperating with their ill-developed dexterity, though such a statement is meant more as an evaluation than a jeer; I will disclaim now that I hold no ill will against hatchlings of any sort. I myself did all in my capacity to tend to them and balanced promoting productivity amidst the employees behind the counter, as, presumably, they had grown distracted because of a song I was not particularly fond of that I might also describe personally as being "faddish"; the lyrics may be easily-identifiable if I transcribe them: "You ain't nothin' but a Houndoom / Howlin' all the time. / Ain't never scared a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine." A petty thought that may have crossed my mind as well while tending to the younglings may have been, "It appeared every Axew with ice cream up her nose was being replaced with another such ankle-biter with a oddly-similar predicament." This admittedly pessimistic attitude transformed the packed parlour into a distressful and cacophonic setting with bawling in the eating area and merriment behind the counter, the latter of which upset me due to not having any appendages in which to properly "cut a rug". -------Two minutes shy of 12:35, the seconds being forgotten in my growing state of nausea, I began to feel the effects of slight dehydration and ordered Mandibuzz Dixie—another species intended to leave a certain, "punkish" impression—to retrieve Delphine in order to cover for my vacancy before retreating to the male's bathroom. Said lavatory was positioned in-between the female's and genderless' as well; the latter should speak for the uniquity of this Pokemon-inhabited universe.The clock inside the male's bathroom appeared to be running a second or few behind, according to my past countings—a reflection of my meticulous nature—, though I can evenly conclude it was at around 12:37 with me hovering before the third of a row of five urinals that Delphine made an unprompted entrance behind me. Notable body language included sadly-sparkling eyes and a similarly paradoxical grin. -------Delphine's status may have been apparent to other Pokemon but, alas, it was not to me. Unfortunately, her message, involving an abrupt end of her shift in order to attend some medicinal facility for someone else, was instantaneously lost in contingency, triggered by frustration, reasonably, on both of our behalfs. In-retrospect, a misunderstanding may have also elicited the resulting conflict regarding the relevancy of the facility in her having to make an immediate leave; this likely says a number of things about me in-particular, however, I believe I cannot be blamed entirely for not wanting to manage Castelle's entirely on my lonesome. -------The situation never became outright violent, as in viscerally so, though a sort of action was taken when Delphine delved into an accusatory tirade about a number of things, all blatantly telling of my character before, hypothetically, I've even been hired someplace else, and all insulting as well. I may have uttered some phrases in-response... Furfrou Delphine's use of the harsh, derogatory term "roly-poly" was entirely unacceptable and, in the end, needed to be accounted for. Perhaps it was considerably harsh to blast her with the ruthless tumult of a snowstorm at close range—and, perhaps, by admitting that sentence I have already damned myself to appearing irredeemable, but it would be untruthful to my character if I made little attempt to justify my behavior: the costliness of the "Blizzard" technique, although at that time of 12:38 I had been freshly-replenished with water, as well as the general mess it is bound to leave in nearly all occasions makes for a treacherous move with enough detractors to make me balanced in the battling department. -------On the other hand, the condition in which Furfrou Delphine remained in the aftermath was, punnily, chilling, if not outright fascinating. I would liken the position to that of fossilization, as if she were pulled from a gelid tarpit, frozen both in body and in time—frozen, as in, the status ailment. The cold had caused her body to curl up instinctively, her back arched, her paws barely handling her body weight which in itself had been exponentially multiplied; an abundance of frost and snow clung to the downy white pelt and encircled her eyes from beneath the heart-shaped bangs, as well as her nose and mouth. Her consciousness had been claimed in one, breathtaking swoop; she stood teetering, shuddering, cold to the touch. -------Having already made myself out accidentally to seem malevolent, the above depiction of my fixation would likely not have done any less to sway you to believe otherwise if it were removed. It is not to say that I felt no sense of remorse regarding what had become of poor Delphine, however, and I did shove her under the vent with the presumption that warm air would reach here before bolting for the exit and abandoning the premises altogether. I do apologize profusely for leaving all the half-melted snow in my wake. It was a particular peeve of mine to see any sort of anything left on the floors. I can already imagine the water moving in-between the cracks in the tiling… -------Again, I will stress that I would never desert my place of occupation unless in the case of an emergency such as this and do commend you in advance for seeing the situation in-question from my perspective, which in itself could come across as "questionable", but alas. Delphine herself should recover with proper exposure to high temperatures and constant hydration in three hours time of being thoroughly frozen. (This letter will likely come to you the following morning, so I will assume for the better that you have done both of these things; it is only common sense, after all.)
Cheers, Cadbury
idk i think it's cute
i better, too, bc i'm never spending this much time on CSS again. if i ever make another app like Cadbury's it will use the exact same format and i will just change the image, the colors and the music.
I like this quote so much I might put it in the OP somewhere. I'm glad I'm getting the swing of it; it was part of the intention in my last post to really exercise the behavior you were talking about since I'm trying to redeem myself for being nothin' but a Houndoom
there was some deeper meaning to why he breaks the fourth wall
100% improvement, and it's consistent on both my phone and PC. Your hard work shows, it's much more organized and visually appealing while being economical; a word that tickles the shit out of my fancy. are you okay tho do you need some water babe
While I'm at it, I'll comment on how much of a dick Cadbury is with that name section. "Sweetie." Absolutely delicious condescension.
tf you already quoted me with the moves
let Ech say something smart-sounding speaking of which where is his sign-up tf
Maybe when our characters are tripping balls, Burr will "transform" into a llama.
YOU AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A Kiyo said:
100% improvement, and it's consistent on both my phone and PC. Your hard work shows, it's much more organized and visually appealing while being economical; a word that tickles the shit out of my fancy.
(clarifies definition of "economical")
Damn boi that is a good word
But I'm glad it shows up fine for you! It looks jacked up from my perspective; I think it's because of the 100% zoom onto the page + the spoiler? Without the latter, I presume it'll function just fine.
Who's Caillou? said:
While I'm at it, I'll comment on how much of a dick Cadbury is with that name section. "Sweetie." Absolutely delicious condescension.
M'kay, every time I touch the Intrigue Plots, the more they change and mutate on me, and when I come up with missions for them I'm either like "what the hell, this is so lead-by-the-nose where is the interactivity" or "holy shit this would make a great mission!" So, as much as I like the concept, I think some of the ideas are better spent enriching the main stew and story of the RP.
That being said, for others -- you guys flinging around that "ominous chalkboard" idea got me thinking. What if, in the Intrigue's place, there was a "Betting Pool?" It'd be run by PJ Clarke of course, and it would be a series of extra dares. I feel like this idea retains the challenge of discovery (as they wouldn't be easy, obviously, and opens it up more to playing with Player Secrets) and competition that I wanted to do with the Intrigues. There are a few models this could follow:
* There are 2/3 new objectives revealed every hour from a set list (undiscovered ones can be alluded to in their own secretive way) and can be finished any time after they're introduced.
* There's 1/2 "must complete within the hour" mission(s); I'm not really sure I'm super into this model, since it sounds like a clusterfuck with six people trying to accomplish the same mission on top of their chosen one.
* Players can submit bets to be put up every hour, allowing their creativity to enter into this concept.
I'm thinking that, to retain the spirit of the Intrigue Plots, that completing these objectives (and in certain ways) will change the RP's ending.
Alternatively, this concept can be the thesis to the RP itself, allowing more edgy gameplay when approaching the missions. Like, you can choose a mission, but you're given a dare on top of your duties that's kept secret from everyone else (more like Cornered in this way, come to think.) Or, alternatively alternatively, missions are kinda more like dares (allowing you to report to a chalkboard to get new missions every hour, in-character crossing them off when you accept them) and the players are more playing a game during that particular night whether they want to or not; I think this last idea really opens up for a lot of mischief to take place and is more in the spirit of sabotage and secret-mongering.
Pardon me for the thought vomit, I'd just love to bounce notions on this ... general concept and how we can develop it. After toiling away on the structure and ideas for Intrigue Plots I'm really starving for simplicity.
Huh. Really? Everything about the Betting Pool sounds more complicated to me, personally. I can't really grasp what you're trying to communicate in this post, sadly, while the Intrigue Plots seemed fairly simple (or at least mostly hidden behind the GM curtain).
I can't see the servers taking time out of the most important evening in recent employment history (in terms of getting paid) to play games/dares. I can see them react and respond and deal with intrigue plots that occur throughout the night as the result of what's going on with customers.
These are my impressions. I'll defer to whatever you guys wanna do as long as you can phrase it in a way I can understand.
