[identity profile] yourgift.livejournal.com
CURRENT sapphireChorus [CSC] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board CHIRP.

CSC: okay
CSC: i need to know
CSC: what the chirp♪
CSC: hell is~ going on here?
CSC: i was~ in the middle of s~omething you know
CSC: a quick ans~wer is the bes~t right now
CSC: i will chirp♪
CSC: ques~tion whoever ans~wers~ this~ next
CSC: but really
CSC: all this dus~t or chirp♪
CSC: whatever it is~
CSC: its~ getting pretty annoying
CSC: if this~ is~ chirp♪
CSC: what i think it is~ chirp♪
CSC: a very bad joke i will not hes~itate to chirp♪
CSC: hurt s~omeone chirp♪
CSC: ugh
CSC: now my feathers are all ruffled



Your name is Aldara Aiolos and you are very flustered. More flustered than you really should be. Currently you are taking shelter in some ruins from all this dust. It’s disgusting and as soon as you get a response you are ditching this land for some other land if it exist. For now you will play with your hair hoping that someone responds.
[identity profile] astravisolmis.livejournal.com
This week has not been very enjoyable for you. The injury of your sessionmates has only proven what you already knew to be a fact: that EVERYTHING HATES YOU AND YOUR COMPANIONS.

Also, that the original players aren't to be trusted.

But the private request of Drilla for something to warm her has driven you to leave the protection of the RUINS in the LAND OF DUST AND MEMORIES.

You are carrying a pile of knitted scarves and blankets across LODAM and through THE LAND OF WOOD AND PYRAMIDS.

You are about as unnoticeable as a 6'0 troll in a black coat walking across deserts can be, which is to say:

Not at all.
[identity profile] diplomalice.livejournal.com
CURRENT desolateEmissary RIGHT NOW opened memo on board OPERATION GET UNPARADOXSTUCK.



CDE: ...I warned you all, didn't I...?

Normally, you wouldn't gloat- but then normally, trolls tended to at least take the things you said under consideration. You figure a little smugness is in order.

CDE: ...now, what have we learned...?


That done, you turn away from the console and head out to the edge of the glass, making sureyour things are all carefully tucked in your modus- no good getting anything that isn't waterproof wet, after all. That done, you unsheathe your sword and jam the tip of your parasol into the glass and over the edge. You've gotten hungry and you've long since realized there are proper fish in these waters.

Anyone that comes by on the surface is going to want to watch out. You're going to throw your catch to the surface, and it's not going to be small.
[identity profile] desirenhate.livejournal.com
[There is a rumble throughout all the planets, and a series of strange flashes, green, white, and red, throughout the sky.

All about the lands, strange things will appear, scattered about- Imps with strange prototypings, or consorts from Lands that never came to this session. They look just as confused about it as you.

From the Land of Frost and Fire, a much larger light easily visible from anywhere else in the session builds up. There are short bursts of deep purple, and defying all comprehension, black light, from it as well. But before too long, without much fanfare, it all simply fades away, leaving a ghastly darkness, and an enraged scream from a voice some in this session will know well.

Soon, both the darkness and the scream fade, leaving nothing past these strange new creatures to show it had ever happened. Except for one more thing: A troll girl has now left her hive in a highblooded rage, hunting through all of the gates. She has a large hunting spear, and is leaving a trail of monsters and consorts in her wake, as she seeks something stronger...]


(Boss fight post! Agnira is berserked and attacking everything mindlessly. Let me know if you want a character death or wounding or to get away completely unharmed, and enjoy the carnage!

And as a note, canon characters are now officially playable.)
[identity profile] diplomalice.livejournal.com
==> Niccis: Be bored.

You are bored.

So very. Very bored.

Were there anyone from your session here, they would all be making themselves as scarce as possible to not wind up the ones on the wrong end of your attempts to entertain yourself. Unfortunately, none of them are here, so you cannot fall back on your usual methods. There is a bright side, however- they are not here, but other players are. Players you have not yet had a chance to toy with. You are fairly certain that you will manage to lure at least one or two of them in- and that's all you need to get started, really.

So you deliberate: what should you do to try and get their attention?

==> Play the damsel in distress.

You are not entirely sure what that concept entails, but you are fairly certain that no troll would fall for it- and if they did, they'd probably only try to cull you. Honestly, how absurd.

==> Monologue your woes at a consort/inanimate object.

...is a little productivity really too much to ask for here?

==> Play the Nice Troll. Earn their trust.

Ah, now that might work- after all, none of them really know you all that well, and it's been a while since you pulled out the old willing shoulder bit. Why not? Acting, at least, is quite entertaining.


CURRENT desolateEmissary [CDE] RIGHT NOW opened public transtimeline bulletin board OPERATION GET UNPARADOXSTUCK.

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CDE RIGHT NOW opened memo on board OPERATION GET UNPARADOXSTUCK.

CDE: ...this might be a bit intrusive...
CDE: ...hΦwever with the lack Φf ΦptiΦns I feel I must ask...
CDE: ...hΦw many Φf yΦu have mΦirails...
CDE: ...and hΦw many have mΦirails that aren't here...
CDE: ...I ask because there's a fair number Φf highblΦΦds...
CDE: ...and withΦut mΦderation it cΦuld get...
CDE: ...cΦmplicated...
CDE: ...nasty, even...
CDE: ...hΦwever if anyone is inclined...
CDE: ...I'm willing tΦ lend an ear if it's needed...
CDE: ...nΦ matter what the issue...
CDE: ...if memΦs are tΦΦ public...
CDE: ...I'm Φn LΦGAF...
CDE: ...that is all...
[identity profile] ribbonrevenge.livejournal.com
Your name is Cate and boy are you frustrated. Killing imps only helps so much too. Right now that's exactly what you're doing though. Killing as many imps as you can get your hands on.

You really haven't been paying attention to time since you entered this new session but you have been thinking a lot. Mostly about your family and teammates. Your family is dead and your teammates are as good as dead. What's making you so angry? You feel responsible for all the bad things that have happened, even though that makes no sense. Oh well. You find killing imps a little relaxing. You should probably get some new weapons though. These ones aren't very strong.

You might want to get some interaction with something other than imps too. Who knows. You might go crazy otherwise.
[identity profile] musicologistics.livejournal.com
CURRENT blackoutEtude [CBE] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board OPERATION GET UNPARADOXSTUCK.

CBE: I get sand in my boots ONE MO~RE TI~ME
CBE: and I am GLA~SSING THIS WHOLE STUPID PLA~NET♪♪♪



FUTURE blackoutEtude [FBE] 0:12 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.

FBE: that's it
FBE: so~me~one point me at the nearest orbital laser or some~thing
FBE: >:/
[identity profile] inevitableends.livejournal.com
You are entirely unamused with the current situation. This is not exactly something you are foreign to, because you spend much of your time completely unamused with a great deal of things, but this perhaps wins, which is saying a lot given what had just happened to you before you ended up here.

But now you are precariously balanced on a glass platform, soaked to the skin and trying not to get struck by lightning, and with a headache from reading the backlog. Plus everything else.

--> Might as well introduce yourself.

You don't really want to talk to anyone, but you might as well, since you're stuck here with them for the foreseeable future. It is only the sensible thing to do.


CURRENT inevitableEnding [CIE] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board Hello

CIE: Hello.
CIE: I'm certain that you've all heard a number of variants on this so far,
CIE: So I will not waste your time any further with unnecessary rambling.
[identity profile] explorings.livejournal.com
You are now building a wagon! Not one of these silly small ones, you're build one of the bigs ones that have to be drawn by hoofbeasts. You have decided you have plenty of time on your hands, and it has been far too long since you've last seen one. Your wagon was practically your hive, before SGRUB and everything.

So with wood you have gathered from LOWAP, you are now constructing one for yourself. God knows how this thing you're even building is going to be sturdy, since it doesn't really look like it, but you're building it the way you remember you did when you were a wriggler.

You are also online as smilingExplorer, but whoever wants to have have a chat with you there is going to have to wait a bit until you realize you're being pestered.
[identity profile] zealvis.livejournal.com
You have already entered the session of doom! Now you just have to figure out where in the world you are. And which world you're on, for that matter. Yup, looks like just a bunch of trees to you. Maybe you're back home. Oh wait, home was completely destroyed by meteors.

==> Pick up stick.

It's not the DEUS XYPHOS but it will have to do. At least now you have a weapon more suited to your current rung on the echeladder. You allocate it to your strife specibus for now.

==> Explore.

Augh all this sand is getting into your shoes. Your wings need to hurry up and grow already.

Wait maybe that's a bad thing to wish for. Oh well. It's bound to happen sooner or later. For now you should try to find your friends.

You are currently online as
zealousVisionary
[identity profile] musicologistics.livejournal.com
You've been pretty much doing that all your life- this is going to have to get a little more specific.

==> Zurahe: Be kind of a badass musically.

There we go, that you can handle- especially since the trip doesn't seem to have damaged your A.V.E.S. any. Thank god too, because you really do hate the way imps shriek when they attack en masse. Totally throws off your groove, and with The Righteous and The Wicked, a good rhythm's something that's a little more necessary than usual with all that chain flying through the air, getting wrapped around necks... if they happen to exist on whatever you're fighting, that is.

Complicated stuff, and you find yourself either humming or whistling along as you continue.



You're barely paying attention to your Echeladder as it starts to slowly climb upwards once again either- you're mostly focused on clearing out these imps and taking the grist to start building your cache up again. You've got a lot of things to re-alchemize and nowhere near enough grist to do it with. You're online as blackoutEtude of course, but anyone that pesters you is going to have a bit of a wait. Finding you in the flesh isn't hard though- it's not like the music and converging imps aren't a dead giveaway regardless. You suppose that as long as they're not about to get themselves killed, you don't mind if anyone wants to join in.
[identity profile] astravisolmis.livejournal.com
[You are a six sweeps old teal-blooded troll named NOMSHU PENSYS, one of the original session trolls. You are on the LAND OF STORM AND GLASS, grumpily slithering and skidding across the platforms. Occasionally you fire arrows at the albatross consorts that mock you from the sky, but the wind snatches away any arrows before you can have delicious SENTIENT CLUCKBEAST MEAT.

These arrows may fall in the direction of other players on the land. You do not care.

You are online as balefulAcrylic.]



[You are an eight sweeps blue-blood named ASTRAVI SOLMIS, a questionably sane import from a failed session. You are on the LAND OF DUST AND MEMORY and you stand out against the landscape like a six foot troll in heavy winter clothing. Which, of course, you are.

Despite being nocturnal like all good trolls, you are warily and grudgingly exploring the different ruin entrances under the hot sun. It is a good thing you have a hood.

You are online as lingeringExasperated.]



[You are a strange pink-haired human named CASSANDRA IVATHOLL, a fifteen year old on the land of IRON AND SHROUDS. You are sitting on the top of a crumbled iron tower, and if someone passes by, you yell and scream HELLO in a high-pitched, squealing register more suitable for calling dogs. You are not having any problems with the Raven Consorts thanks to your sharing of food.

You are online as fortunateConclusion.]
[identity profile] diplomalice.livejournal.com
...attentiΦn all Derse dreamers...
...it appears Derse's agents are attacking consorts...
...at least Φn LOGAF...
...I will plan tΦ...
...investigate...


...if anyone wΦuld care tΦ come...
...I will be heading tΦward the castle...
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[personal profile] paradoxconsort
[The planet's entrance is the gates, a soft blue light surrounded by a tower of house. Galeru’s house seems to provide the only light around, leaving the area outside of its glow almost impossible to see through.



This land is shrouded in eternal night and its surface is covered by a layer of water an inch deep, reflections appearing more like shadows in the faint starlight. The endless flat plains are broken only by large, empty channels and a few great, solitary islands of limestone. Upon close inspection, these monoliths appear to be the source of the water and are where the planet’s very shy, but very territorial crayfish consorts can be found. There is an overwhelming sense of emptiness and silence.

The only way you're going to find anything, it seems, is to get down and explore.]


[OOC: Event completed! Thanks for participating.]
[identity profile] aurifextemporis.livejournal.com
You're giving it your best attempt, but the Forgemaster is unavailable for finding at this point in the game!

You don't know that, though, so you'll continue to look. If anyone would know how to light the Forge, he would; and that, as far as you can tell, is the most important goal at present. You're giving your planet a thorough searching, using time travel to speed the process, so you may be in several places at any given moment.

Presently, several of you are flitting about the catacombs of the planet, hoping to find a clue of some sort.



PAST avisUnalloyed [PAU] 1:00 HOURS AGO opened public transtimeline bulletin board asdf.

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PAU 1:00 HOURS AGO opened memo on board asdf.

PAU: I;ve had a thought
PAU: Can anyone who reads this memo tell me what you know about the Denizens
PAU: I thought it might be useful to aggregate what information we collectively possess
PAU: Has anyone encountered theirs
PAU: & if so, how, & where
PAU: & what was their disposition
PAU: Friendly
PAU: Hostile
PAU: Something in between, perhaps
PAU: Even if you have not, you may have obtained information from your sprites or your consorts
PAU: Anything you can provide would be appreciated
PAU: My consorts have made vague reference to a Forgemaster
PAU: I presume he may be pertinent to our present goals on LOGAF
PAU: Assuming I can find him


FUTURE avisUnalloyed [FAU] 0:30 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.

FAU: Alright then
FAU: Feel free to keep responding
FAU: But here is the information I was able to obtain from this memo
FAU: For the reference of anyone who reads this:
FAU: Interaction with Denizens required for completion of session
FAU: Nature of interaction: Unknown
FAU: Disposition: extremely hostile initially
FAU: Mollification possible, once certain conditions are satisfied
FAU: Extremely powerful, unwise to confront while hostile
FAU: Continuity of Denizens between sessions possible, extent & nature unknown
FAU: Common factors known: Echidna likely correlates with the Forge;s planet, probably always that of the Hero of Space
FAU: Hephaestus is another recurring figure
FAU: Likely one and the same with the Forgemaster
FAU: Needs the Forge to be relit for some purpose
FAU: Correlation with the Hero of Time: Likely, but need confirmation


((Open for memo responses, or in-person encounters for anyone on LODAM. :DD Future Gildre will be continuing to add any information she obtains from others to this memo, so the contents of the above memo may shift.))
[identity profile] solarsignatus.livejournal.com
So after a disastrous chat with a couple of hormonal wrigglers, you've found yourself in dire need of some way to get rid of all this excess killing rage. Because cathartic as it would be, no one's really deserved slow torturous death yet, and you've got other things to worry about. So you found a gate and hopped through.

===>Choke on dust.

It's kind of inevitable! This place is covered in it, and you're not sure how landlubbers deal with this all the time.

But there are Imps here.

===>Murder some imps.

That you can do with extreme prejudice, but it's not really helping and now there's gunk all over your clothes. This is disgusting.

CURRENT solarSignatus [CSS] RIGHT NOW opened memo QUERY
CSS: ...Alright, I need to ask.
CSS: ...Because I've been here for a while now.
CSS: ...I think this is gildre's land?
CSS: ...Do you actually have consorts or is this just an endless sea of dust, imps and more dust forever?
CSS: ...Because I think the dust is managing to captchalogue itself now.
CSS: ...And sentient dust is the last thing I need today.
[identity profile] steelkind.livejournal.com
Okay, you've been getting dive-bombed by these consorts for far too long. Granted, you've probably managed better than most, since you're able to turn yourself invisible...but you can't maintain that constantly, and they just go back to harassing you every time you reappear. Something must be done.

==> Deploy chain-flail.

Consorts or not, no one could claim that these shitty crows haven't earned what's coming to them. Aren't you lucky you stole chose a long-range strife specibus? You're equally lucky that you've had enough free time over the sweeps to get pretty good at using it.

==> Nail a crow right between the eyes.

Welp.

That looked painful.

Of course, there's still quite a lot of them, and only one of you. As satisfying as that was, you're not really getting anywhere this way. How are you ever going to climb that tower?

==> Have an idea.

Now that could work.

Maybe you can just...angle your throw like so...and...

==> Do something awesome.

Hell yes.

HELL

FUCKING

YES.

Having lassoed yourself a consort, you have now acquired a FLYING CROW MOUNT. It's no coincidence a runt troll like you has survived as long as you have.

Time to ascend this tower in STYLE.

Oh, and you should get in contact with Trollpunzel or whoever it is that's at the top of this thing.

==> Open memo.

CURRENT artfulTransgressor [CAT] RIGHT NOW opened public transtimeline bulletin board HELL FUCKING YES.

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CAT RIGHT NOW opened memo on board HELL FUCKING YES.

CAT: yeah so i told you i could handle this shit
CAT: orangeblood whose name i dont haVe yet
CAT: and you can now consider it officially handled
CAT: im on my way up
[identity profile] explorings.livejournal.com
You are somehow no longer FREEZING TO DEATH. You are not sure how this happened, but you are not asking any questions yet because you are no longer freezing to death and it's warm holy shit.

==>

Your first order of business is to find a good sunny spot and lie down there to DEFROST yourself. Sand is not exactly comfortable, but again, you are too busy being warm to care. By the way, it feels very good to no longer be freezing and dying. Once you are warm enough, it occurs to you that none of your remaining session mates are with you. You should probably see if any of the other SURVIVORS are here.

CURRENT smilingExplorer [CSE] RIGHT NOW opened public transtimeline bulletin board guuuuuuys

CSE: guys
CSE: guuuuuuuyyyys
CSE: guys if any of you can read this
CSE: pleese anser
CSE: cuz itd suck if im the only one who aint friizin
CSE: not that i want to be friizin and all but
CSE: you guys shuldnt be eether!
CSE: i dunno how i got here but its better then nothin
CSE: did we get out somehow?
CSE: wich is good
CSE: meybe we can figure somethin out now
CSE: and leest there aint sertain doom in our faces
CSE: i hope
CSE: i dont wanna have to change that to just my face
CSE: so
CSE: theres lotsa trees and sand and pyramids here
CSE: i kinda want to go eksplorin
CSE: wonder if i can climb em
CSE: thatd be neet
CSE: but no reely guys
CSE: pleese anser

[identity profile] astravisolmis.livejournal.com
Astravi Solmis: Continue freezing to death.

You can't do that! You're suddenly rather warm.

Astravi Solmis: Bother to open eyes.

No. You have long since made a decision to keep your eyes closed. It's not as if there's anything to look at but snow, and you are developing an intense hatred for snow. Snow would be your kismesis, if only you had a way to rival it. You wonder if this makes your coat an auspitice, but resist the temptation to start talking to inanimate objects.

Astravi Solmis: Sneeze.

The dust gets in your chitinous windtube and you proceed to sneeze, forcing your eyes open.

===>


Current lingeringExasperated (CLE) RIGHT NOW opened public transtimeline bulletin board ...Sweep unknown..

CLE RIGHT NOW opened memo on board ...Sweep unknown..

CLE: ...Dust is not a welcome replacement of snow..
CLE: ...Excepting that anything would be a welcome replacement of snow..
CLE: ...Except horrorterrors, none of those. That would be entirely unnecessary..
CLE: ...And of course, I have probably doomed myself to that now..
CLE: ...I insist that sopor slime and a large meal be provided, if this is going to continue..
CLE: ...And my lusus, too..
CLE: ... ... ...
CLE: ...My lusus when she was alive, not a nightmarish zombie puppet not dissimilar to what I see when I sleep..
CLE: ...Also, make her able to talk..
CLE: ...And fly..
CLE: ...I'm only going to respond to this false new environment when all of the above arrive..
[identity profile] clearcoder.livejournal.com
==>

Kind of a weird name for a house, but okay. You don't judge. (Not on this, anyway.) You make your way out of the ravine you've found shelter in and start to look around.

==>

Oh.

You'd recognize that crazy architecture anywhere. That's the work of a player. Little weird-looking, but you now have a target!

==>

This would be the perfect point to insert a Flash game in which you navigate your way through the land, around gorges and gaps, defeat a few imps, obtain a bit of grist...

...but frankly we don't have time for that, so let's just say that when you get there, you won't be empty handed. You could probably use a bit of health if they've got any to spare, though.

==>

And it's at this point you realize you didn't even get their name.

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