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BONUS ROUND 2

Bonus Round 2

The Return of Round Robin Fanadventures

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Hi shippers! Welcome to Bonus Round 2.
Round Robin Fanadventures generated so much awesome stuff last year that we decided to bring it back!

For those who are new to HSO, this is not actually that complicated a concept, but it might be a little tricky to explain, so bear with me. The point of this round is to create a bunch of fanadventures that are for a team other than your own.

Rules

If you are starting a new adventure: start a new thread using the title format defined below. Include either text or 1-2 pieces of embedded art setting a scene (or both!), and finish with a command (==> does not count as a command for new threads). Then sit back and wait for someone else to contribute!
If you are continuing an adventure: find a thread that does not center around your team's ship. Then comment using the title format defined below. Include either text or 1-2 pieces of embedded art continuing the scene (or both!), and finish with a command (this can include ==>, though generally we would prefer otherwise). Then sit back and wait for someone else to contribute!
For ease of reading, we suggest using standardized image sizes. 600x400 landscape is a pretty good size! But as long as it's the same as the other images in the thread, people will have an easier time following along. The HTML for inserting images is <img src="http://yourimageurlhere.com">
For this challenge, there is no minimum wordcount. We are trusting you not to abuse that fact!
You may not comment twice in a row in one adventure. The point is to hand off the scene like a hot potato.
You may not introduce or create for your team's ship into a fanadventure. If someone else introduces your team's ship to a thread, you can still contribute to that thread so long as your contributions do not involve your ship.
This challenge will run until 11:59PM EDT July 7. After that time, even if it's just by a minute according to the LJ timestamp, no submissions will be accepted for points.

NOTES:

Audio posts are fine, so long as you include a transcript.
Please make sure to check that your titles are correct!
You may answer commands that have already been answered. Think of it like a 'choose your own adventure' game!

Title Format
If you are starting a new thread, use this format in your title.

Replace [THEIR SHIP] with the ship you want this particular fanadventure thread to be. Remember that you cannot create a fanadventure based on your own ship. Whatever ship you choose must be represented by a HSO team not your own. The only exception is gen adventures, which are permitted.
Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team YOU belong to; please use the characters and quadrant, not whatever portmanteau or nickname you've come up with. If your team name is not in this format and in the title it may not be counted.

If you are continuing a thread, use this format in your title.

Replace [COMMAND] with whatever command the previous fill has specified.
Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team YOU belong to; please use the characters and quadrant, not whatever portmanteau or nickname you've come up with.
If your title is not in this format it may not be counted.

Posts not using this format in the title will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, no matter what they contain. They, like all comments on the comm, are subject to the Wank Policy.

Scoring
(as stated here)
First 5 entries per team: 30 (per entry)
Entries 6-10: 20 (per entry)
Entries 11-15: 10 (per entry)
Entries 16+: 5 (per entry)

All fanadventure content must be created new for this round.

We would prefer that any questions about this challenge or anything else in the HSO be emailed to us at homestuck.shipping AT gmail!

Threaded | Flat

A group of four children, no older than 6 YEARS-OLD, sit huddled together in the darkness.
It just so happens that this group of children are FRIENDS, getting together to enjoy the fun and delight that comes with a movie night.

That is, a SCARY MOVIE NIGHT.
Not all possess the vigilance to brave the horrific display of flesh-eating zombies, but you can be assured that they will try. It's also safe to assume that someone will be more concerned with hoarding the DELICIOUS BUTTERY POPCORN for themselves, not that there's time to worry about that when flesh-eating zombies are on the loose!!!

Flesh-eating zombies prove to be pretty scary for UNDER-AGED CHILDREN. Not that they really care because all this violence is awesome and they feel REBELLIOUS.
Just as things are starting to look bad for the ragtag group of heroes in the film, and tensions are rising to the rim, a loud sound disrupts the viewing session.

At least three of the four children cry out from shock, and popcorn flies into the air, forgotten along with the movie. What was that?!
You'd better go search for the SOURCE. You can't let FLESH-EATING ZOMBIES devour these poor, innocent, children!
Although, in order to do anything you're going to need to choose a sacrifice to send out. After that, begin your search! Hurry! Godspeed!

> Select Character.

You are uu, and you are bored. There is simply not a game to be had today, nor will anyone indulge your demands for more... affectionate... requests. You guess you could go up to the surface, but you've already thrown all the rocks within reach at the hideous statues, and there's no point going up there if you can't try for property damage.

You wonder what your waste of space sister does on days like this.

Oh, yeah. That.

Well, it's a good thing that you're too smart to fritter away your precious time writing stupid stories about idiots.

...........

How does that sort of fuckrubbish usually start? Wait, that's right...

==>ONCE uPON A TIME.

>Be Spades Slick

Image of Slick in the middle of a city at night in front of art deco style building.

You are now Spades Slick, leader of the Midnight Crew. If there’s one thing people should know about you, it’s that you run this town. If anyone doesn’t know this, you make it your personal duty to change that. By force, if necessary. Which brings you to your mission of the evening.

Some new guys rolled into the area not so long ago, making trouble for your guys, taking over the best spots of the metropolitan centre… the list goes on. There’s been plenty of talk about this gang, THE FELT- you’ve heard it. They’ve got a lot of folk going on about some secret power they’ve all got. It sounds like the sort of crazy nonsense only a gullible idiot who still drinks from baby bottles would believe. Though you’ve got to hand it to them, getting everyone scared of them like that without lifting a finger was not bad work on their part. And it’s going to make the headlines even sweeter when you take them down.

In and amongst all the inane babbling you’ve heard about the Felt, there has been some actual useful information. One rumour is that they have an artifact which gives them omniscience. Normally you’d discard such a ridiculous idea straight away, only you’ve seen what they’ve been doing to your casinos: Winning on an endless streak of luck, sucking the place dry of anything valuable, leaving them as dead and empty husks. A magic artifact would answer a lot of questions, as much as you’d hate to admit it.

A few more digs for information later and you found out that they keep this thing close by at all times. Also, that it has been referred to as a PERFECT 8-BALL. You’re going to keep calling it the “thing”, though.

> Look at plan of action

Image of Slick holding a sheet of paper with scribbled drawings of an 8 ball and Snowman

Your plan is flawless.

You tried drawing one of those things you get inside 8-balls, for better accuracy and realism, but you messed it up and crossed it out. What are those things called anyway? It doesn’t matter. Even a fool could understand this. Which is good because you have three of them to explain it to.

> Slick: Go over plan with rest of Crew

> Be The Psiioniic

You are now The Psiioniic.

Actually its technically The Ψiioniic. But Nobody can actually say that so you pronounce it as Psiioniic.

You have recently absconded from your master's hive to attend a gathering of the illegal kind. You heard many of the other servants talking about it earlier and only just found the chance to slip away and attend this meeting. This gathering which has attracted your interest is one filled of whispers and murmurings of equality and peace and comes to head with a mysterious signless troll.

You are interested. You are also utterly lost. You didn't actually overhear where exactly this gathering of illegality is taking place.

You are lost and not sure how to get to where you wan to be without attracting the attention of the highbloods.

What will you do?

==> Walk straight into a nubby cloaked figure because you didn't pay attention to your surroundings

Edited 2012-06-27 19:59 (UTC)

>Be Jane Crocker

You are now Jane Crocker, and you are dead. However, you don't know this yet. You appear to be back in your home, which is still in your neighborhod. You look over at your computer, or rather your dad's, noticing that someone is messaging you. You sit down to answer whoever could be contacting you.

A smile comes to your face when you see it's Jake. Before you begin typing, you feel a slight sense of deja vu, wondering if this has happened before. You quickly shrug it off as you begin to type.

golgothasTerror [GT] began pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG]
GT: Aloha madame.
GG: Jake!
GG: Hey there. I was actually about to message you.
GT: Yes i have heard that maybe your correspondence was forthcoming.
GG: You did?
GT: I just got off the horn with roxy.
GG: Wait...
GG: What did she tell you?
GT: Well. Not anything all that specific.
GG: Did she goad you into writing this message?
GT: Oh you know how it is. What with her ways.

The conversation continues, while the feeling that this has all happened before gets stronger.

GT: If by causing trouble you mean clobbering the everfriggin tar out of me while still switched to the "novice" setting then yes.
GT: But that is not why i messaged you!!! I will not be deterred here jane.
GG: Deterred from what?
GT: Jane i think its time we had an honest to goodness dame to fella talk. Like about our...
GG: Feelings for each other?
GT: Um yes actually.
GT: How did you know that?
GG: I...don't know...
GG: Jake, does this feel familiar to you at all?

>Jake: Answer her question

You are DOC SCRATCH, friendly neighborhood ice cream connoisseur. You work for the FELT ICE CREAM BUSINESS, and your specialty flavor is FELT CHOCOLATE CHIP. Some have complained about experiencing weird time phenomena while consuming your ice cream, but you assure them that the effects are short term. And, from the perspective of an immortal being such as yourself, they are indeed short term. You like selling ice cream to the naïve children of the neighborhood, and if you are so inclined, you may hand out ice cream to charming young ladies for free.

Lately, though, a rival ice cream business THE MIDNIGHT CREW has popped up, and their ice cream STAB ME CHERRY has become a big hit. Business has gone down for you, and...

One moment, please.

Huh?

I do appreciate the effort in trying to craft a story that prominantly features me.
However, I find the lackluster set up for the story to be quite tiresome.
Now, please excuse me. I have a business to run, and little girls to give away treats to.
As ice cream connoisseurs go, I am simply the best there is.

Be the rival business.

Edited 2012-06-27 20:31 (UTC)

[[minor gif warning for the first picture]]

Your name is JADE HARLEY, but musings of the conveniently expository ilk are just about the furthest thing from your mind right now!

THIS GUY, for instance.

The fact that he's OBVIOUSLY NOT FROM AROUND HERE has got more than the gears of your curiosity a-grindin', ohhhhh no. But you've decided to let that part of your thought stew call shotgun for the moment. You kind of really want to know WHAT HIS DEAL IS first.

The one convenience you could do with now is having him COME TO and oh! Well. Wouldn't you know it?
...... uh
ok wait i think i know this sitch
i should go something like
yeah ok check it
ahem
h e l l o
me: dave
you:
...
y o u.... ?
......
well you whatever i guess
i mean its not like i can piece your life story together at a blessed glance or some other egbertian-grade slice of serendipitous bullshit so
yes, because that definitely wasnt a thing you tried to do right now anyway!! :) :)
..........
:|
................... well fuck
siiigh. same as it ever was :/
yes, i am a jungle girl
yes, i speak perfect american english
dont hit on me silly urbanites! ;|
how literally should i be taking the entirety of this spiel
just for immediate reference
all of it would do nicely!
including the part where you sort of backhandedly asked if it was ok to flirt, though i do appreciate the consideration
sure thats cool
im not really up for my requisite half of the ust right now anyway
heheh
actually im just kind of down in general but not far enough
a little help with that maybe?
hmmmmmmmmmmmmm
im afraid not!
what really
why
well, the thing is.....

you are sort of totally trespassing here! :D

>Be Dave and THINK FAST BECAUSE SWEET TITTYFUCKING CHRIST.

Edited 2012-06-28 08:37 (UTC)

Your name is DAD EGBERT and you’re embarrassed to admit that you’re standing in the bathroom, completely overcome by a bout of MIDDLE-AGED ANGST. You don’t usually give yourself over to such brooding, but you suppose that since John’s just turned eighteen and will be heading off to Washington University in the fall, you’ve become aware that… well… this house is going to feel really empty when he’s gone.

Not like you’re looking for someone, per se. And not like you’d have too much trouble acquiring a significant other in the first place. You’re not an egocentric man, but you’re well aware of the fact that some might consider you to be RIDICULOUSLY, EYE-BLINDINGLY ATTRACTIVE.

You suppose you’d agree. The older Strider even asked you out on a date once. With the puppet. You politely declined.

Yes, you’re not looking. But it would be nice if you had someone whom you could relate to--someone who could understand the importance of REGULAR SHAVING and BUSINESS and CAKES and BEING FATHERLY.

But enough of that. John’s invited his friend Jane over and you’re eager to meet the young girl. She is the heiress of the BETTY CROCKER COMPANY and you dearly hope you don’t act nervous and flighty in her presence. Betty Crocker’s truly an inspiration and it would not do well to make a fool of yourself in front of the heiress.

There’s the bell. You walk downstairs, steadying your legs and making sure your fedora is straightened to perfection. You open the door and…

Um.

Oh.

What.

What.

?

>Dad Egbert: Get your jaw off the floor

Your name is SOLLUX CAPTOR and you are being cheerfully ignored by your SEMI-PLATONIC GIRLFRIEND.

She doesn't seem to care about your PLANS for tonight, or how they are going to be making the two of you RICH BEYOND YOUR WILDEST DREAMS. You will finally prove what you've been saying for years.

You are definitely apeshit bananas at plotting ILLEGAL ACTIVITIES. Just because you haven't managed to successfully follow through on a plan yet doesn't mean you aren't a HARDENED CRIMINAL MASTERMIND waiting to happen

Maybe the first few fell through because of your usual gross incompetence (and that shouty asshole who keeps finding you somehow), but this time is DIFFERENT. You can feel it under your skin. That is PURE SUCCESS sparking behind your eyes. And possibly your MILD TECHNOPATHY and ONLY SUPER POWER shorting out the microwave again.

You decide to embark on your GRAND MISSION before Fef notices.

> ==>

You'll buy her TWO HUNDRED new microwaves after this.

You are robbing the fuck out of this bank. As soon as you can remember what the plan was after shorting out the security cameras.

> Nub-horned vigilante: Enter

(features extreme profanity)

YOUR NAME IS JANE CROCKER: SEX MACHINE.

YOU'VE JUST HAD A SHITHOLE OF A DAY, A DAY THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO GRAB IT BY THE BALLS AND RIP. YOU MESSED UP YOUR CONFESSION TO THAT PUSSY ACROSS FROM YOU, YOUR DAD COULD BE IN NORTH KOREA FOR ALL YOU KNOW, DIRK IS FUCKING YELLING IN YOUR EAR ABOUT SOME SHIT, AND THERE'S THESE TITTY-FUCKIN' RED LINES EVERYWHERE.

TT: Jane, what are you doing here?
TT: GTFO.
TT: You can't escape the miles!
GG: Sheesh, I guess you're right.
GG: Maybe you can't escape them...
GG: BUT YOU CAN CRUSH THEM.

DIRK OBVIOUSLY DOES NOT ACKNOWLEDGE YOUR ENORMOUS STRENGTH. HOW HARD IS IT TO GET A LITTLE DAMN RESPECT FROM SOME MOTHERFUCKERS?

YOU ALL BETTER RECOGNISE THE CROCKER COCK DESTROYER, YOU PIECES OF SHIT.

>START PUNCHING. EVERYWHERE.

Congratulations, Rose! You have just given birth. Your teacher has just informed you so.

He does not do such kindly, nor does he deliver the baby graciously. In fact, you were, for a moment there, worried Mr. Noir would end your obligatory ventures into false parenthood prematurely, as he brought down his hand to the table before you with more force and more speed than was appropriate.

You are sitting in your home ec. class, next to who will come to be your partner in fake child-rearing crime, and your baby is an egg. Two dots for eyes and a curved line for a smile make up its face. You lift it up and check for any cracks.

Your partner is looking curious so you hand the egg over to her. She scrunches her nose up, either in confusion or in order to get a better smell. Or maybe both.

Show Dialoglog

TEREZI: 1S TH3R3 SOM3TH1NG WR1TT3N ON TH3 B4BY >:?
ROSE: Not quite. Nothing that would make up anything from a written language at least.

But she doesn’t seem interested in what you have to say as she moves the egg closer and closer to her face.

You already know what she is going to do next. Everyone knows what she is going to do. You resign yourself to the inevitable.

> Terezi: Lick the baby.

A young girl stands alone in a city.

>Enter name.

Your name is NEPETA LEIJON.

You live in an APARTMENT that isn't really anything, but still manages to be a HOLE. You like to engage in FRIENDLY ROLE PLAYING, there isn't any other kind to do.

Your daily routine is BORING and you cannot wait to GET OUT OF HERE. You prowl the streets to find FEROCIOUS BEASTS, but you never do. Your apartment is EMPTY and the walls are BARE because you cannot find blood to paint them with. Your best pal is NOT HERE but then NEITHER IS ANYONE ELSE.

You are DEAD.

And you don't know what to do.

> Miss your furrends.

Your name is KARKAT VANTAS and today is your first moirailversary.

That is not the actual term but the point still stands that one sweep ago today you and Sollux Captor officially became moirails. There was a heartfelt confession and everything. You cried a little.

You've been so pale for that stupid fuckup over the last sweep that it's made your bloodpusher ache and jump in really annoying, invigorating ways. You've shared some really good times and made it through some pretty shitty ones too and have had a healthy and fulfilling moiraillegance going on. And okay, maybe you're exaggerating the healthy part just a little bit—nothing about Sollux is particularly healthy and you knew that before you signed him into your quadrant so it's not like you're complaining about it. Actually, you'd be lying if you said that wasn't part of what made you fall for him in the first place. But he's been doing a lot better with a palemate around to whip him into shape and though you still fight and bicker constantly you don't think you could have asked for a better moirail. It's been pretty awesome.

The romantic in you has been going wild for at least a week.

Not all trolls celebrate anniversaries, what with the constant war and violence occupying their time, and you can't say you've ever done it either. Of course, you've also never had one before.

You've been planning this date for longer than you'd care to admit and boy are you nervous. Did you wash all of the sopor out of your hair? Does the suit look okay? Are the flowers too much? ...The flowers are too much. Wow you are a fucking idiot. Sollux isn't a romantic by any stretch of the imagination. He probably doesn't even know what today is! And of course he doesn't want flowers!

Karkat: Freak Out.

You clutch the bouquet close to your chest and have a silent freak out in front of Sollux's door. It's not too late to turn back. You can just pretend this never happened. Send him a short IM over trollian before the day is up instead.

"OH, I ALMOST FORGOT. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY NOOKSUCKER. <>"

It's perfect. You turn to leave.

Sollux: Open the door.

Edited 2012-06-28 19:44 (UTC)

Your name is Calliope, and the girl you like just told you that she loves you. What will you do now?

> Calliope: Be surprised by Roxy's sudden confession.

>Be the Midnight Crew

You can't be all of the Midnight Crew at once, that would be impossible, so you stick with being CLUBS DEUCE.

You pretty much think that opening a daycare as a front was the best thing your crew has ever done. You never realised grubs (or babies with the one Strider kid, you're not xenophobic) were so great before. Diamonds Droog does not seem to agree with you, and is glaring daggers at the grub who managed to somehow rip two giant tears through the drapes. You tell him not to worry, the black drapes didn't look right in a daycare anyway. He tells you to fuck off.

CB: Calm them down with a story using your hand-puppets.

Edited 2012-06-28 19:54 (UTC)

Your name is JOHN EGBERT and you are at an EVENT. Specifically, an EVENT called ANIME EXPO.

This is your first time being at a convention while in cosplay and you are very excited! Already you've had a few people take some pictures of you in your Nic Cage costume and you just got out of the registration line with your your badge.

Your dad was kind enough to pay for a hotel room for you and your THREE BEST FRIENDS who will be meeting you here later today in their own cosplays.

Speaking of which, you think that you see one of them now! You should go say hi.

>Greet the cosplaying friend

Your name is Jade Harley and it just so happens that today is the day of LACROSSE TRYOUTS. While most of the student body wonders if their social life will remain intact for the rest of the school year after tryouts are over, you have more important things to worry about. Your job at the vet. Your C- in Economics. The hot new student. Being a WEREWOLF.

But it seems while you were daydreaming about how much your life has sucked this past week, the HOT NEW STUDENT asked if you had a pencil she could borrow. Backstory can wait.

Jade: Let the new student borrow a pencil.

Your name is Kanaya Maryam and at least chainsawing through the mummified trolls occupying these ruins is a little easier than dealing with the regular surface dwelling zombie and their usual degree of sun-baked, leathery epidermis. Aradia, choosing to conserve her psychic energy and instead relying on her whip to cut through the approaching horde, is likewise having no trouble holding her own, and is even capable of fighting them from a distance while your weapon forces you to dispatch them at a much closer range. You're both handling the undead situation admirably.

You're having a much harder time dealing with the exponentially increasing amount of dust and grime being tossed in the air and on your clothes, however, and, not for the first time tonight, you're wondering what you're even doing down here.

But then you turn to see Aradia grinning and laughing a short distance away as she decapitates another fragile mummy with a crack of her whip and you remember.

Kanaya: Exposit

Your name is DAVE STRIDER, and your younger brother is KIND OF A COMPLETE WEIRDO. But that's only the half of it.

You mean, sure. You're not really home that often, so it's kind of strange for when you are, but does he have to follow you around and stare at you like that? It's really kind of unnerving. You figure you could just ignore it, but you're not too sure how much good that would do...

> Dave: Try ignoring your creeping brother.

Your name is MEENAH PEXIES and today is your FIRST DAY at a NEW SCHOOL. Many of things cross your mind at the moment, mostly what kind of PROBLEMS you can cause here.

This brings you to your interest of which you have absurdly plenty. There are, in fact, so many that you don't want to list them all. Here is a few of them: fish puns, aquatic animals, marine biology, causing trouble, dubstep, rap, rock n roll, fighting with people, and stabbing things with forks.

You wonder what will happen today.

> Roxy: Walk past the new girl.

Your name is ERIDAN AMPORA and today hasn't been a good day, but it started off with promise. To recap your day the events were as follows: first, you got up today and got dressed. You are wearing the shirt with the dinosaur on it. Two, you went to school and there was a new boy in class, you thought it was cute and funny how short he was. Three, you went up and told him you thought it was cute and funny he was short. Four, he took your cookie and threw it on the ground. Then he stomped on it! He didn't even eat it. You are sad.

Your name is ERIDAN AMPORA, you are in KINDERGARTEN and the only thing you wanted was to make KARKAT VANTAS your friend. Everyone always told you, that you had a bad way with words. They said when you tried to be nice you sounded mean. That was dumb. You aren't mean! Why would you sound mean?

> Eridan: Ask him why he took your cookie.

Your name is ERIDAN AMPORA and you are REALLY PISSED OFF.

You are many other things that are not really pissed off, including WORRIED and OVER-DRAMATICALLY CONSIDERING SUICIDE and KIND OF DEPRESSED, YOU GUESS. But it is easiest to concentrate on the REALLY PISSED OFF part because the rest of the feelings are ANNOYING.

There is a REASON that you feel these things, of course! That REASON is entirely the fault of your BOYFRIEND, an asshole named SOLLUX CAPTOR. You have been dating said boyfriend for EXACTLY ONE YEAR, or you will have been at 8:26 PM.

Now, you are not a stupid man. You know damn well that Sollux can't remember what day of the week it is. You know that he forgot his own mother's birthday last year. You even know that he couldn't remember what day Christmas was on at one point in his life. The man is a fucking genius when it comes to computers, but he is COMPLETE SHIT when it comes to calendars.

It isn't as though you didn't give him warning! You have been dropping hints for more than a month now and what has it gotten you? Nothing.

It is 5:22 in the afternoon, and you have just arrived home from your job. Sollux has three hours to remember what today is, or he doesn't get that fuckin' awesome thing you bought him and then made Feferi wrap for you. (Neither of you are sure what it is, but you ARE sure that it is something he wants.) He won't get it on account of him being the biggest jerky dumbface in the universe, and you are totally not pouting right now, shut up, Fef.

Sollux is sitting in his office, no doubt, working on some shitty project for some shitty client of his, or, more than likely, playing the fuck out of Minecraft. You hate Minecraft because he gets on these binges, and he is still up playing when you get up to go to work. (He did build you a fuckin' awesome purple palace one time, though.)

You have dinner reservations at seven. You should change before then. You should also drop some more incredibly obvious hints to your idiot boyfriend that today is something special. You might even want to call Feferi to whine at her and hope Sollux overhears.

What will you do?

> Eridan: Pester your idiot boyfriend.

(Sorry if gif takes a bit to load...)

There she is at the punch bowl. Rose Lalonde. Your best friend. You did everything together. Even go to this poorly thrown together "Halloween" party wearing costumes from the same movie that the John human forced you both to watch. You think it was called "Greasy" or something along those lines. Human movie titles are so confusingly undesciptive. Either way, tonight was the night you were going to confess your red feelings, but you've been semi-avoiding her by wandering about the dance floor alone. She's radiant tonight. It's time for you to stop gawking and finally approach her.

Kanaya: Man up and talk to your best friend.

Edited 2012-06-29 06:13 (UTC)

Your name is Rose Lalonde. You are presently waiting in a particularly prestigious cafe outside of your college that you presently attend, which is admittedly rather lackluster in appearance for your exquisite and refined taste.

Bluh! This coffee tastes like shit.

Abandoning your undisputably aversive beverage, you spot your psychology class partner, Aranea Serket, about to ingress into the cafe. Expeditiously, you reapply your eye shadow to remove any noticeable blemishes and return it to your book bag.

ARANEA: Hello Rose, I take it you are doing quite well today.
ROSE: Quite. I managed to salvage several of the otherwise believed to be eternally lost texts from that exceedingly archaic library downtown.
ROSE: In particular, I have obtained replicas of journals by Jean Piaget, Erik Erikson, William James, and Sigmund Freud. These books should serve as a solid base of knowledge for our research.
ARANEA: That's all good and well Rose, 8ut did we actually pick a specific topic to research? A strong 8ase of knowledge is always necessary 8ut we're going to 8e going no where.
ARANEA: Really, when all is said and done, we'll still have made no progress towards achieving a high grade in the class.
ROSE: As insignificant as I tend to find academic scoring, you do have a point. Perhaps we should fashion a survey of sorts and spread it around the school.
ARANEA: A nice idea, I guess, 8ut people have a tendency to ignore or lie on surveys. Not to mention, I have dou8ts many of them even 8other to check their emails.
ROSE: This is so bothersome, can I not just retreat into a suitably tenebrous room and study the various literature there.
ARANEA: If I didn't know any 8etter, I'd say you just spend your time having flushed feelings for a dead man named Freud and su8sequently a 8oner 8ulge for him too.
ROSE: How very insightful and Freudian. Any other aspects of my psyche you wish to divine out of your pompous rear? Perhaps my wanton need to do my mother or brother?
ROSE: Or the infinitesimal relation between wizards that I write of, their varied and well described wands, and how utterly similar they are to boners and ejaculation.
ROSE: Are you suggesting penis envy?
ARANEA: Ignoring your rather reaching statements, Freudian theory is largely outdated anyway. There have been a number of psychologists that have 8uilt upon and corrected his work anyway.
ARANEA: Now, I would say your need to make everything go back to penises and sex is pro8a8ly indicative of nymphomania.
ROSE: Hilarious, Aranea.
ARANEA: Regardless, you've given me an idea. May8e we should psychoanalyze some of our friends. An in depth analysis of their minds might lead us to something worth writing a8out and presenting.
ARANEA: I'm sure they'll lead to something interesting considering the very........ varied cases among them. ::::D
ROSE: You want to do this even though publishing such documents would be considered illegal?
ARANEA: Yes. ::::D

A devious smirk creeps across your face as you retrieve your journal from your bag.

>Rose: Select first victim to psychoanalyze.

Edited 2012-06-29 06:59 (UTC)

Your name is Aradia Megido and it is only your second day in the Queendom of Camelot and you are already in the stocks. Your mother would not be proud to see you like this--hopefully, your guardian will not send a letter home to her about this. You were proud of yourself for standing up to the Queen's ward, Eridan Ampora, when he had been giving a servant a rough time during the knight's training, but most people didn't think low bloods picking fights with high bloods was acceptable. In fact, they were all too happy to pelt you with putrid produce while you were in the stocks.

You had resigned yourself to going home a mess when SHE appeared, pleasantly asking people to leave so she could have a word with you. It was your first time seeing Princess Feferi Peixes. She was as beautiful as word said, but you didn't hold out hope for word of her kindness being true. Highbloods, especially the royalty, were privileged prats. You were sure that she had only called off the people throwing food at you so she could offer up some worse punishment.

==> Ask the Princess what she has planned for you

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