Homestuck // RP

[Jo]

Your name is JOSHUA. Your interests include VIDEO GAMES and OBSCURE REFERANCES TO THINGS PEOPLE MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE EVER HEARD OF. You hold the wrenchKind specibus and the sprite modus.

As was previously mentioned in a forum a couple of minutes ago, you earlier recieved two copies of a beta for a game titled SBURB. You pop in the disc and fire that sucker up. Maybe you'll pester one of your various roleplay friends into playing the game with you.

Unfortunately though, your YOUNGEST AUNT (the one with the slight obsession of VINTAGE SNOW GLOBES FROM ACROSS THE WORLD) is coming to visit soon. You get so many relatives coming over near the end of the year. It's a wonder how you stay sane.

Whilst you begin to install the client version of SBURB, you login to Pesterchum using the chumHandle ballisticThyroid. A friendly notice alerts all of your online chums to your presence! Which is to say, none of your online friends, because it never occured to you that they all live in different time zones. Curse this infuriating british time zone, and what! You set your online status to BULLY. You don't think the event is tantalizing enough to resort to RANCOUROUS.

==> Shut up Josh, go be the other kid!

[Quinn]

You are now the other kid.

And by "the other kid", we mean... well, this one. What's her name again?

==> Enter name.

==> [UNSIGHTLY WHALE].

Ha ha. Try again.

==> [BRAINLESS HARLOT]?

Three strikes and you're out.

==> [QUINN].

Your name is QUINN. Your interests include NOSTALGIA and TECHNOLOGY. You hold the famously boring ARRAY fetch modus, and you foolishly equipped the gloveKind specibus a few years ago. Sadly, few kinds of gloves can be used as weapons.

Speaking of which, you exit your OLDER SISTER's room (which is far too SNAKE-themed for your comfort) with a shiny new pair of BRASS KNUCKLES. She owed you after the last ones mysteriously ended up cemented to an art project. When buying them, she had apparently been indecisive about whether the replacements should have spikes or rhinestones, and had somehow found something with both. They look weird, really tacky actually, but will hopefully have an extra bite to them.

You equip the weapons and plop down onto your bed, examining your loot and wondering what to test them on. The computer in the corner beeps, as a certain JOSH is pestering you.

Josh? Excellent idea. You should test them on Josh.

No, you sigh, that would be stupid. The two of you are separated by miles of ocean. Better see what he's up to. You sign in as absoluteUproar.

==> Quinn, try being someone else.

[Nicola]

You are now someone else. This someone in particular, actually.

Now, what was her name?

==> Enter name.

==>[MANIPULATIVE KNOW-IT-ALL]

Aww, you made her sad! Why don't you try again before she makes her really sad puppy dog face at you?

==>[NICOLA]

Your name is NICOLA. You enjoy listening to MUSIC sung by Japanese voice synthesizer programs. You seem to often be busy with SCHOOL, the work for your various classes taking up a considerable amount of your time. You also dabble in ONLINE ROLEPLAY on various FORUMS. People often tell you that you’re a GOODY TWO-SHOES and that you're a little SCATTERBRAINED. You are taken care of by your loving MOTHER who seems to have quite the obsession with SCENTED CANDLES.

You wield the pianoKind specibus and use the ABECEDARY fetch modus.

You sign into your Pesterchum account, dottyProfessor, to see if anything is going on, but it seems that ballisticThyroid and absoluteUproar are both on already. You assume that if the two of them are on and they aren't talking to you, they must be pestering each other, so you decide to leave them be for the moment and just explore your room in the meantime. Why don't you take a look at what someone else is doing?

==>Nicola: Be the other kid.

[Jessica]

(OOC: Three ='s guys, we have six players.)

The other kid?! THE OTHER KID?! You are none other than.. the.. Er, who are you?

===> Enter name.

===> [ARROGANT, BLOODTHIRSTY PYRO, WITH A SIDE OF EMO]

Ah-ha-ha, you sure have a sense of humor! This Arrogant, Bloodthirsty Pyro, with a side of Emo, doesn't appear to think so, and neither does his middle finger.

===> [Jess]

 Your name is Jess, however most of your friends call you Twilli, since it has some form of dignity. You listen to a lot of MUSIC, play a few different instruments, and dabble in Electronica. Not to mention, you like various types of Role-play. Speaking of Role-play, some of your better friends are from different countries, and even better friends yet are from different continents, all of whom you've met on a Role-play site that you've been on for several years now.

 Anyway, who cares about your stupid friends? Your best companion and guardian-type-thing is your dog, Ellie. She's a little crazy, and has a very weird obsession with MAIL. You never get anything without something ending up in her mouth.

 You did get something right in your name assumptions, you are a little Pyromaniacish. You grab a lighter and a can of SPF40 Spray-on Sunscreen, and put them into your Sylladex, which uses the fetch modus 'Scale'. This modus works by assigning items to various musical scales, and by giving the first note of a scale the item is retrieved! The only problem is remembering which is where, Scale Tonic's are easy to someone with your music theory-level. Your weapons of mass flamestruction slide nicely into the Scale of A minor. This scale starts with the note of A, and the pyro tools slide into your hands, and disappear as a combo into your strife specibus, which uses the flameKind modus.

 Going back to your friends, you jump onto your bed and grab your Laptop, and sign into Pesterchum. Some really awesome people are on, not as many as you'd like though. But still. dottyProfessor, AKA Nicola, ballisticThyroid, Josh and absoluteUproar, Quinn are all notified of the one and only true badass Pesterchum handle, apocalypticKitsune.

===>Oh for god's sake, just shut up! WE STILL NEED TO INTRODUCE PEOPLE HERE! Quick, to that kid!

[Jo]

That's quite enough character introduction to leave you wondering for the time being, so let's just go back to some people you've already seen. Oh, wait, not the spectacled nerd and that blonde broad. I was hoping we could go back to the nice girl. The one with the puppy-dog eyes and the fondness for Japanese culture. No? That's not in the script? Oh, I didn't see this written in the memo. Hey, don't you shush me! ... Pfft, fine. Here's how the conversation between the other two far less superior characters went.

*****

-- absoluteUproar [AU] began pestering ballisticThyroid [BT] at 6:02 PM --

AU: So, Josh, how are things over in England?

BT: Oh, Quinn! Didn't see you online. I got this new game, would you like to play it with me?

AU: Like an MMO? Free or paid subscription? ...Or am I way left field?

BT: It's free, I guess. I got the disc for it in the mail - it was addresed to me without a return adress, meh. I don't see why there wouldn't be a download for it if you checked online.

AU: That's kind of creepy, actually. Haha, maybe it'll be in the mail if I check, too! Brb!

-- absoluteUproar [AU] ceased pestering ballisticThyroid [BT] at 6:04 PM --

BT: ... That sounds like the worst excuse to add an important element really quickly to a roleplay ever.

*****

Ugh, now what? You're back to square one! This is just the way to spend quality time on the LAPTOP, however crappy said LAPTOP may be. You'd like to be doing something else, but there's really nothing else to be done. There are guests downstairs you'd rather avoid if possible. So why don't you look around your room?

===> [Snoop about personal belongings.]

The notion strikes you as rather odd. Why would you need to snoop about your own stuff? You simply examine the items in question instead.

===> [Fine. Examine the items.]

Well, there's not much to look at and even less worth your time. There is the SBURB BETA envelope laying opened on your desk, various VIDEO GAMES scattered everywhere - classics, too, such as ASSASSIN'S DUTY: MODERN HALO THEFT GEARS VII: THE SEQUEL and FROGGER. You have posters of varied origin pinned tackily along your wall. Most recent to this collection of posters is your proud TUCKERISMS poster, which you recieved for your birthday last year, and you are also very proud of. Yes you said proud twice.

===> [Pick up the GUN.]

What gun? You're quite sure that there never has been any type of firearm on exhibit in your room ever.

===> [Pick up the ACOUSTIC GUITAR.]

Pick... up? You're not quite sure you understand. Instead, you simply captchalogue the darned thing and oh god why did you do that that was dumb.

===> [What just happened?]

As soon as you captchalogue the ACOUSTIC GUITAR to the only blank card available in your SYLLADEX, a PIXELSPRITE of the ACOUSTIC GUITAR you just captchalogued jumps out in mini 8-bit fashion. It runs rampant, screeching terrible sounding flat notes at you. You don't even know what compelled you to captchalogue the thing in the first place. You don't even know what compelled you to use this modus, anyway. Stupid modus, who's idea was it to code you this thing? Oh wait, that's right. Better not insult NICOLA and all her hard work. That'd hurt the both of you.

===> [God, stop being such a blubbering pansy.]

Okay, but it's not your fault you can get very emotional at times!

===> [And shut that damn thing up.]

You plan to. Those notes... those damned minor notes are driving you crazy! Your OBSSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER is kicking in. You've had a very mild case of OCD since as long as you can remember, but recently - due to several hours of your life gone playing MINECRAFT - you seemed to have developed an even milder case. Wait, that's not the case, surely? An even less milder case? No... surely not. Even worser?

===> [Start thinking suicidal thoughts.]

You are a terrible human being and you should not be allowed to breathe the oxygen you intake for making such a sick mistake, you twisted deranged- Oh wait, you remember it was a simple grammatical error you make all of the time. For a second you started taking your mistake there a little too serious. A bit too serious. Almost scary. You can never think down for too long, too.

===> [Oh god just please shut that thing up.]

What thing? Wait a second, what is that awful sounding string instru-- oh yeah, the PIXELSPRITE, of course! You don't really have short term memory loss, although you might as well. You used to have a good memory until you forgot about it.

===> [Have you seen a doctor about all this?]

All of your self-esteem just did an acrobatic pirouette off the handle and out of the window, whilst the PIXELSPRITE tries to follow suit.

===> Initiate sequence - YOUTH ROLL

You initiate sequence - YOUTH ROLL and roll your way over to your window, aptly shutting the thing closed. The poor PIXELSPRITE never saw it coming. Now it is trapped between a wall, a rather nerdy human, a pile of unwashed clothing, and a choice.

===> [-S-] Joshua: Strife!

[Jessica]

===> Josh: [-S-] Strife!

You attempt to strife, however, you are no longer Josh! You are Twilli, again.

===> Explain this horribly organized room of yours.

Horribly Organized? Your obviously mistaken, as this organization allows others to find nothing, however you know exactly where everything is. To the common eye, the only thing people could find would be the TENOR SAX, ROYAL STANDARD OF SCOTLAND and the KEYTAR that hang on your wall. Oh, and the LAPTOP on your bed, and the TV. Oh, and the machine connected to your LAPTOP is a coder for vari--

CLONK! SMASH!

===> Investigate noise. Go!

Reluctantly, you grab a DOG TREAT off the book shelf, which is filled to the brim with various trinkets and the like, along with stacks of music scores. You slowly open the door to your room, and slip out. Outside your room, you see a knocked over vase full of mail stamps and envelopes. She is obviously up to something. You go over the vase and pick up the pieces and put them back onto the counter. You'll put the broken pieces in the garbage later. You go back into your room. It appears your laptop is buzzing, someone is trying to contact you!

-- arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling apocalypticKitsune [AK] at 6:04 PM --

AG: 82THE8TH.. I've g8t t8 g8, g88d luck, I w8n't 8e a8le t8 talk t8 y8u again....

-- arachnidsGrip [AG] ceased trolling apocalypticKitsune [AK] at 6:04 PM --

AK: What...?
AK: Mindfang, what kind of game is this?
AK: Vriska, I'm not playing around. What the hell are you up to?
AK: ...

===> Forget about it, she's obviously playing around.

You forget about it, but by the way she was acting... You write down the code on a piece of paper and slip it into the speaker slot on your laptop. You turn around to close your door, however you are met by a rather distressed looking dog.

===> [A] Twilli: Strife!

(OOC: A is For Animation, since I'm not pro enough to incorporate sound. I might do an actual fight scene, not sure yet.)

[Quinn]

What? What's this?! There was supposed to be STRIFE, damnit, and now we have to deal with this one again? Just look at her! She doesn't even make sandwiches!

==> Get on with it.

Fine.

You re-enter your house, leaning on the SCREEN DOOR with one hand and shuffling through the MAIL with the other. ADS, BILLS, a FANCY LOVE-LETTER for your SISTER and a couple of MAGAZINES. Nothing special. What were you expecting, anyway?

==>Open love-letter.

HELL NO.

Uh, privacy much? That LETTER may contain very personal information that you don't want to know, despite the beautiful idea of knowing what kind of junk your SISTER'S BOYFRIEND writes in his free-time.

==> DOOOOOO EEEEEEEEET.

On second thought, it is kind of tempting. You get halfway through the WAX SEAL before you realize that it's, well, a WAX SEAL. Meaning your SIS will know that you were messing with her mail. You stop your meddling instantly and innocently captchalogue the magazines. You dump the rest of the MAIL onto the kitchen table and trudge upstairs to your ROOM, brainstorming better things to do.

==> Examine room.

It's... pretty. The green walls and carpet combined with the white furniture remind you of gardens. Your face flushes at the thought of your online friends. They see your masculine side too often and would be really, really confused about the numerous STUFFED ANIMALS, FAIRY-TALE BOOKS and various TEA SETS strewn about random surfaces. Good thing your pen-pals live in different countries altogether, right?

==> Oh, for God's sake, no one cares about your personal life!

That was rude.

==> Just interact with someone. Something. Anything.

You take hold of the SHEETS on your bed and construct and AMAZING TENT. From here you conduct the war between your STUFFED ANIMALS. It looks like the cats are winning so far, but the rebel forces may take this moment of confidence as an opportunity.

AHA! The stripey grey cat was found embezzling from the candy stash! He must be beaten with the new BRASS KNUCKLES...

Something makes a pinging sound.

Of course. Your PC. You had left Pesterchum on when you wandered out of that last conversation.

To hell with that. You're going to walk around the house for a bit. You go back to the stairs...

==> Well?

You promptly trip on the first step:

KA'THUNK-A'THUNK-A'THUNK-A'THUNK-A'THUNK...

...finally face-planting into the floorboards, your teeth aching like no tomorrow. A shadow looms over your form. Your SIS. In her hand is a certain LETTER bearing a certain BROKEN WAX SEAL.

Crap.

Your sister draws a MEDIEVAL SWORD, an ORNATE DAGGER and a KATANA all at once.

CRAP.

You wince and ready your BRASS KNUCKLES for STRIFE.

CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP!

==> Yeah, yeah, that's enough. Go be another wacky kid or something.

[Nicola]

You're now the wacky kid, Nicola!

You decide that if you're going to be playing a video game with everyone you ought to equip some kind of weapon, so you look around your room for anything that could be considered even remotely dangerous. Hm, stuffed animal, pillow, another stuffed animal, another pillow... you decide that the worst you can do with any of this stuff is suffocate someone, but that would take way too long to do in a video game scenario. You suppose you could use some of the furniture, but you'd rather keep this stuff so you can actually use it. You then notice something out of the corner of your eye. It seems that the letter 'G' in your Abecedary Sylladex is already taken up. Wonder what that could be?

===> Just take it out already.

Goodness gracious, be patient, will you? You were just getting to that.

You take the item out of your Sylladex, revealing it to be a Grand Piano! You decide that this is certainly dangerous enough to serve as a weapon and allocate it to your strife specibus immediately. Oddly enough, this isn't the first time you've encountered a random piano. You wonder where they could all be coming from.

===> Enough with the pianos. Go do something interesting.

You are about to do something interesting when a strange scent hits your nostrils. It smells like... Flowers? Cinnamon? And, uh, is that Freshly Mowed Grass? Yes, you're quite certain this is the combination of scents you're catching.

===> Investigate.

You poke your head out of your room and glance left and right to see if she's around. Which is really kind of pointless, since the only thing to your left is a wall, so she's obviously not that way. Slipping out of your room, you cautiously make your way through the hall and down the stairs. You sneak through the front hallway to peer into the living room. There's your mother, clearly taking a whiff of her three new scented candles, clearly labeled 'Flowers', 'Cinnamon', and 'Freshly Mowed Grass'. You're glad for the cover provided by your parakeet Kirret's cage, otherwise you would surely have some sort of unpleasant encounter with your mother. However, it seems that your parakeet has noticed you, and as he sings a song in bird language to herald your entrance into the room, your mother notices his sudden change in tone and turns to face you. It seems that she's spotted you! What will you do?

===> [ S ] Nicola: Strife!

[Jessica]

STRIFE

Once again, you are about to launch into an epic Strife with your guardian however, it appears you are Twilli again! Wait, what was he doing again..? Oh yea! You actually launch into a Strife with your guardian, ELIZABETH MAY MISTOAM.

Whipping out your SPFLAMETHROWER you ignite the area in front of you, only to find that your dog is no longer there. Did you blast her off the face of the ear-

===>Huh? What Happened?

You are now pinned to the ground by your guardian, ELIZABETH MAY MISTOAM.

===>Pull a badass move and Abscond.

You jut both of your shoulders back and your dog jumps off in stupidity. Before she can recover, you are well on your way down the hallway.

===> Uh-oh.

Uh-oh, what? Did something happe-- You are now faced by your dog again. The Phrase 'Can't Abscond, Bro!' races through your head. Prepared for this you stop dead in your tracks and pull a pivot and sprint down the hallway again. You pull out an aforementioned dog treat, jump over a husky plushy lying in the middle of the Hallway, and pull a 180.

===> Okay, now what? What was that plush doing there anyway?

As soon as you see the small distortion effect as your dog appears in the place of the Husky Plush, you whip the treat in that direction, closing the door that is now infront of you, as you land back in your room. A small yelp is heard from the otherside of the door, and you crack a smile.

===> Don Kitsune appearance.

What?

===> Nevermind. Do something awesome.

There is nothing awesome to do. Well, you could always rip off some epic stuff on your Keytar, you guess.

===> Do eet.

First, you pull your turntables out of your chest, and place them on top of your bed. You take your time in setting mic synths, not to mention getting the mic.

===> C'mon c'mon.

Okay Fine! After setting some more synths and the like, with a slightly faster pace...

===> [-S-] YOU SHRED THE BOARDS.

[Quinn]

==> Quinn: [-A-] STRIFE!

After you receive a vicious beating, your sister decides that you've had enough. She steps on you on her way up the stairs and leaves you to your own devices. You survey the damage and head over to the front area of the house. Also known as the "front room"/"library"/"music room", because it's all three. What will you do here?

==> [-S-] Quinn: Play a haunting piano refrain.

Sure thing. Tchaikovsky, maybe? You rummage around the sheet music for something in a minor key and...

==> What?

GAH! Where did the GRAND PIANO go?

This sucks. You paid good money for that piano, and it just up and disappeared.

==> Creepy.

i no, rite?

The computer pings again.

==> Quinn: Investigate.

-- gallowsCalibrator [GC] started trolling absoluteUproar [AU] at 1:09 PM --

GC: 4TT3NT1ON JOSH HUM4N! TH1S 1S YOUR D1V1N3 L34DER SP34K1NG!
GC: ...WRONG HUM4N!

-- gallowsCalibrator [GC] ceased trolling absoluteUproar [AU] at 1:09 PM --

Huh. What a weirdo. Y'know, you were talking to a Josh earlier, too. About... What was it again? The board game, Pokemon, Halo and that weird video game he got in the mail.

==> Research this game.

You click on your PHIX browser, which immediately goes to Google. Your pointer hovers on the search bar for a bit.

…

…

…

What was the name of that game again?

Oh. Right. You never asked for it. You sigh, facepalming, and turn off the monitor. Maybe you should just read a book or something.

==> Boring. Next!

[Jo]

All of a sudden you feel that chasing after this PIXELSPRITE isn't nearly as cool as you would have hoped for an animation. I mean, a chase scene maybe, or a fight. But not for picking up stray instruments. You just corner the thing.

==> Lunge for PIXELSPRITE

You dive for the sprite with hands out-stretched, and attempt to re-captchalogue the sprite. It appears in the only card in your SYLLADEX again.

==> Success!

Oh jeez. You just realize how incredibly dumb you are. Sure enough, the PIXELSPRITE of the guitar is now in your SYLLADEX, but then that jumps out too!

==> x1 Facepalm Combo

Why did NICOLA even make this for you in the first place? Perhaps she got a kick out of the thought of you running around your room chasing items all day. Sheesh, that's pretty manipulative of her.

==> Continue to abjure the sprite

You got a heck of a lot more abjuring to do, but it seems all your abjure is worn out! You continue to aggreive the sprite instead. You chase it in a ridiculously ironic fashion. If this ever had music written to it, it would sound something similar to Garden Party, Blarsa. Of course, with more scratchy guitar notes.

==> Stop enjoying this right this second

Aw, but you were having fun! You continue to vault over piles of laundry, scattered cups and the assortment of games strewn across your floor in pursuit of your pesky PIXELSPRITE. You accidentally kick your desk and send discs flying in the air, and stub your toe. Ouch. You must have painfully hobbled around the room at least FIFTY times by now. Okay, so you're over-exaggerating a little. But that's what it feels like!

==> Please just hurry up. We've got other, more important people that want some screen time

You do the complete opposite. You suddenly grind to a halt as the sound of snapping reaches your ears - the familiar noise of disc breakage makes your heart skip a beat. You look down to see a DAMAGED BETA DISC of the server version of SBURB. Whew, it didn't break! But it looks like there's a giant crack running down the middle.

==> Pick up disc

Carefully making a note not to captchalogue this item, you simply pick up the DAMAGED BETA DISC and place it carefully on your desk. Again.

==> Continue this pursuit!

Or alternatively skip the whole endaveour and return at a later point in time after the PIXELSPRITE has been attained? I thought so.

==> GTFO, go be Twilli

[Jessica]

You are once again, Twilli. You flick some sweat off of your forehead with precise epic. Slightly tired out from some epic finger moving, you capthalogue the Keytar and turntables instead of putting them back. You flop down on your bed, and wonder what the hell Josh is doing. Probably screwing around with that fetchModus of Nicola's you corrupted. You're so evil to your better friends. And to think, simply changing a simple word from 'cooperative' to 'hellraising.' You should probably apologize and send him the original file..

===> Screw that. Grab shades.

You grab your Pink and Purple Sparkly Shutter Shades. You now look purely awesome. And kinda effeminate. And kinda like a huge tool. Who cares? You don't. You have more important things than caring about how other people see you. Like.. Um...

===> Being Scottish?

Yea, that works. Speaking of Scottish, you grab your Glenn and throw it on. The RMR cap brass glows slightly in the dim room.

===> Remember that download.

What downlo- Oh yea! Sbard or whatever that game Josh was rambling on about. You check the download you were pirating. They appear to be taking awhile. Might as well leave it for now, but the files are downloading incredibly fast as compared to the amount of data. 7 Gigabytes in a couple of hours? You knew you had a pretty tank laptop, but this is all but amazing.

===> Marvel at download speed.

You marvel at the download speed. Movin-

KKEERRRAASSHH!

===> Investigate KKEERRRAASSHH!

Hopping through your window to avoid detection from your dog, you land in the mess of plants and ground that is starting to freeze. Fighting your way through them, you walk out a bit and hop the fence. You then fight your way though more plants and end up on the road. Near Mount Revelstoke the clouds are torn as if something just fell through them. You are not the only one to be out here as neighbors are also looking on in awe and annoyance at the early wake up time. Ten o'clock in the morning is not prime time for meteors falling out of the sky.

===> Abscond back into house, and then be someone else.

Hey, that rhymes.

[Nicola]

Um, no it doesn't?

Anyways, you are now Nicola, entering strife with you mother! The two of you stand in front of each other with a tense air hanging in the room. You grab your piano from your strife specibus and violently swing it towards the floor, which would cause a huge earthquake wave that would uproot every object within sight, even those that weren't actually rooted in the first place, and then throw the foundation of your house out of skew, mess up the neighbors' lawns and cause an explosion that would completely obliterate anything within a ten-meter radius, not to mention littering your mother's scented candles across a large area and likely catching fire to a lot of stuff. That's right. That could happen. You know, if you had actually smashed the piano down into the ground. Instead you just set it gently on the floor and play a quick little tune while your mother sets up a tea party for you both at the kitchen table. The two of you enjoy a perfectly quaint tea party and seem to forget what it was that you were about to fight over. Why were you going to fight earlier, anyways? That doesn't even make any sense, there was nothing to fight over, I mean--

==> Quit blabbering and get on with the story.

Oh, right. Well. It seems you were right about the scent of your mother's newest candle. And you and your mom aren't really fighting. You ask her if you can play this new game your friends are talking about. She says she'll get back to you once she's looked into it. You consent to these terms. Your mother leaves the room to go check reviews on the game.

==> Wait for that, I guess.

ACHOO.

==> You... you sneezed? Why should I care?

You suppose that you should care because-- ACHOO.

==> Umm, that's nice. Just go do something else.

ACHOO. ACHOO. ACHOO.

ACHOOACHOOACHOOACHOOACHOOACHOOACHOOACHOO

==> Oh, for Pete's sake, just get a tissue!

You get a tissue and blow your nose. There, much better. Did you mention you're allergic to scented candles? Good thing your Mom keeps so many tissue boxes around the house. You decide to captchalogue the tissue box just in case. Anyways, there really isn't that much to do until your friends get in the game and your mother gets back to you about whether or not you can play it, so you might as well go be someone else.

==> Oh thank goodness this is over. Someone else, please?

[Jo]

Your computer begins screaming abuse at you, and you quickly realize why. Whilst you were away, the pesterlogs began to build up. There's a message from Twilli, there's still the conversation with Quinn from earlier open, then there's... her.

==> Answer troll

-- gallowsCallibrator [GC] began trolling ballisticThyroid [BT] at 6:09 PM --

GC: H33H33H33

GC: JOSH, YOU'LL N3V3R GU3SS WH4T!!!

GC: ... 4R3 YOU 3V3N TH3R3???

GC: H333333LLO???

GC: G33Z

GC: 1 H4V3 TH3 M4NN3RS TO TROLL YOU WH3N YOU 4SK FOR 1T

GC: BUT YOU 4R3N'T 3V3N H3R3!!!

GC: F1N3, 1'LL SP34K TO YOU 1N 4 MOR3 CONV13N13NT T1M3

GC: 1 M34N, 1 TH1NK 1 4LR34DY H4V3, BUT WH4T3V3R

GC: 1 LOOK FORW4RD TO SP34K1NG TO YOU SOON >;]

 -- gallowsCallibrator [GC] ceased trolling ballisticThyroid [BT] at 6:14 PM --

 -- ballisticThyroid [BT] began pestering gallowsCallibrator [GC] at 6:14 PM --

BT: Sorry I couldn't get back to you, I was busy!

BT: Anyways, hi troll!

GC: OK4Y

GC: TH4T W4S K1ND4 W13RD

GC: 1 W4S 4BOUT TO T3LL YOU SOM3TH1NG

BT: Heheh, oh well!

BT: You sounded like you wanted to tell me something important. :3

GC: 1 D1D???

GC: 1 M34N

GC: OH Y34H!!!

GC: H33H33H33

GC: D1D YOU G3T 1T TOD4Y???

BT: Yeah, I did! Thanks, by the way - this is so awesome of you, troll!

GC: 1 DO H4V3 4 N4M3 YOU KNOW

BT: I know, but you never told me! :(

GC: H33H33H33 OH Y34H, JOSH

GC: YOU W3R3 GULL1BL3 3NOUGH TH3 F1RST T1M3 >;]

BT: I only told you my name because I thought you'd tell me yours!

GC: W3LL 1 DON'T TH1NK 1 W1LL, JOSH

GC: NOW 1 KNOW YOUR N4M3 1S JOSH

GC: 1'LL N3V3R H4V3 TO T3LL YOU

GC: JOSH

GC: JOSH

GC: 1T 1S SO GOOD TO C4LL YOU JOSH, 1SN'T 1T JOSH?

BT: I guess this is why they call you a troll!

GC: H3Y

GC: DON'T B3 R4C1ST

GC: 1 GU3SS TH4T 1S WHY TH3Y C4LL YOU 4 HUM4N!!!

BT: I don't think 'humaning' is an actual word. :\

GC: OH, BUT TROLL1NG 1S???

GC: HMM???

BT: Yes.

GC: WOW

GC: HUM4NS 4R3 W13RD

BT: *rolls eyes*

GC: 1 C4N T4ST3 YOU ROLL1NG THOS3 3Y3S, JOSHUA ROS1ND4L3, 4ND YOU W1LL STOP TH4T

BT: *rolls eyes*

GC: STOP IT

BT: *rolls eyes*

GC: JUST STOP

BT: *roll roll roll*

GC: S3R1OUSLY

BT: Okay, sheesh. *rolls eyes*

GC: JOSH

GC: YOU H4V3 M4D3 M3 V3RY UNH4PPY 4ND NOW 1 TH1NK 1 4M GO1NG TO CRY

BT: Okay sorry! I didn't mean to make you upset!

BT: Sorry! D:

GC: YOU SHOULD B3 >;\

BT: D:

GC: >;\

BT: D:

GC: >;\

BT: D':

GC: HUM4N 3MOT1ONS 4R3 W13RD W1THOUT HORNS

GC: 1 KNOW YOU HUM4NS DON'T H4V3 4NY

GC: BUT 1T JUST T4ST3S WRONG

BT: Gee, thanks.

GC: 1 WOND3R WH4T YOUR BLOOD WOULD T4ST3 L1K3 1F YOU W3R3 4 TROLL??? >;]

BT: Hmm, I don't know. Like strawberries?

GC: WH4T'S 4 STR4WB3RR13S???

BT: It's like this

BT: Uhh...

BT: Little red fruit that tastes really sweet.

GC: TH3Y T4ST3 4M4Z1NG 4LR34DY

GC: WH3R3 C4N 1 OBT41N TH3S3 STR4WB3RR13S

BT: You can buy strawberries at any kind of food store, I guess?

GC: JOSH

GC: 1 4M 1N SP4C3 4T TH3 MOM3NT

GC: 1F YOU COULD D1R3CT ME TO TH3 SP4C3 FOOD STOR3

GC: TH4T WOULD B3 GR34T

GC: OTH3RW1S3

GC: TH4NKS FOR NOTH1NG >;\

BT: Sorry for nothing, then.

GC: NO YOU SHOULD B3 SORRY FOR NOTH1NG

BT: But I am.

GC: NO YOU AR3

BT: Okay, this is stupid. I need to go speak to other actual human friends for a moment.

BT: So if you'll excuse me.

GC: W41T

GC: 1 ST1LL H4V3N'T TOLD YOU WHY 1 N33D TO SP34K TO YOU

BT: Sorry, but that's your problem!

BT: I'm really busy. I really need to go now.

GC: BUT JOSH, TH1S 1S 1MPORT4NT

BT: Look, I just closed this window! Stop speaking to me already!

GC: BUT 1 N33D TO T4LK W1TH YOU

GC: 1T'S 1MPORT4NT

GC: R34LLY 1MPORT4NT

BT: Go away.

BT: Look, I even made it taste nice.

BT: What else do you want? I need to go now.

GC: YOU'R3 TOO K1ND >;]

GC: BUT YOUR BR1B3 DO3S NOT 4FF3CT M3

GC: 1 C4NNOT 4LLOW SUCH CORRUPT1ON TO URSURP M3, 4 L4DY OF TH3 L4W

BT: Oh no.

BT: I'm blocking you now before you start any of the justice business.

BT: See you around.

BT: I mean

BT: w/e

 -- ballisticThyroid [BT] blocked gallowsCallibrator [GC] at 6:26 PM --

 -- gallowsCallibrator [GC] began trolling ballisticThyroid [BT] at 6:26 PM --

GC: SUP???

BT: Gah, I totally forgot that the blocking has no effect!

BT: I was going to unblock you as soon as I wasn't busy, anyway... not that I don't like you or anything.

BT: Just take the hint and leave!

 -- ballisticThyroid [BT] blocked gallowsCallibrator [GC] at 6:27 PM --

 -- gallowsCallibrator [GC] began trolling ballisticThyroid [BT] at 6:27 PM --

GC: >;\

BT: ...

GC: F1N3, POST YOUR G3N3R1C DOTS

GC: 1 DON'T C4R3

GC: 1 4M ONLY H3R3 TO 4NNOY YOU!!!

GC: 1 4M TORM3NT1NG YOU!!!

 -- ballisticThyroid [BT] blocked gallowsCallibrator [GC] at 6:27 PM --

 -- gallowsCallibrator [GC] began trolling ballisticThyroid [BT] at 6:28 PM --

GC: 1'M ST1LL TORM3NT1NG YOU!!!

BT: Look, here's an idea. Go and troll me, past me I mean, about twenty-ish minutes or so from now.

BT: I'm suuure that I'm bound by fate or something to have told you this.

BT: And who are we, but two insignificant beings in this multiverse, to deny fates most righteous and beautiful form of justice?!

GC: OH MY GOG YOU 4R3 TOT4LLY CORR3CT

GC: 1 MUST ABSCOND, POST-HAST3!!!

BT: Have fun, don't rush yourself in getting back to me any time soon!

 -- ballisticThyroid [BT] blocked gallowsCallibrator [GC] at 6:29 PM --

 -- gallowsCallibrator [GC] began trolling ballisticThyroid [BT] at 6:09 PM --

GC: H33H33H33

GC: JOSH, YOU'LL N3V3R GU3SS WH4T!!!

==> Pester Twilli back

-- apocalypticKitsune [AK] began pestering ballisticThyroid [BT] at 6:09 PM --

AK: Hey Josh, something really weird happened.

AK: ...

AK: Josh? Hey, u there?

AK: Josh. Where the hell are you?

AK: Josh, stop being the brony tool you are and answer.

AK: Josh, FFS, a meteor just crashed on mount revy, where the hell are you? I'm kinda freaked here.

-- ballisticThyroid [BT] became an idle chum! --

AK: I swear to god I will **** your mother.

-- ballisticThyroid [BT] is no longer idle! --

BT: Hey, sorry to keep you waiting!

BT: I was just getting trolled again.

BT: *rolls eyes*

AK: Blegh. How does that work if you're already at your computer? Especially if you're already on pesterchum, are you seriously that bad at multitasking?

BT: Yes.

AK: *Sigh~* Anyway, as I said, a meteor just ****ed up Mount Rev.

AK: Oh yea, that game you showed me, it like buffed my computer up.. I've downloaded like seven gigs in only a few hours... Thank god, the file is huge.. 21 gigabytes? What is this game, anyway?

BT: Wow! Meteors? In Canada?!

BT: That's crazy! Is that a natural occurrence over there in, um, Revelstoke?

BT: Oh, SBURB? I'm getting Quinn to try it too! I want Nicola to play it as well, but I haven't been able to speak to her yet!

BT: I don't know too much about it, but it looks fun! I got it in the mail, so why not play it? :3

AK: No, Josh, Meteors are not a natural occurrence here.

AK: Yea, that game. Who the hell sends some guy a random game in the mail?

AK: Hm.. Josh, I just looked something up. Apparently my town isn't the only one to get a close call from a meteor. Apparently since yesterday there's been quite a few meteors hitting homes... Armageddon much?

BT: Who says it was random? Perhaps it was...

BT: FATE.

BT: Either way, all this meteor business is rather unsettling - you aren't joking, are you? Is this dangerous?

BT: And should I be worried?

BT: Shouldn't there be

BT: Uhh

BT: Police crawling all over Revelstoke or something?

AK: What the hell are mounties going to do against rocks falling from the sky?

BT: Go on a camping trip?

AK: Oh, haha.

AK: Very funny.

AK: I'm in stitches.

AK: You can probably tell I'm being sarcastic.

AK: Anyway, how is this game even supposed to work?

BT: Wouldn't a quick google search put you out of your misery?

BT: Well, whatever.

BT: From as far as I can tell, it looks like something not too different from Sims.

BT: But it looks like you can control your friends environment!

BT: Trust me, no idea how that works.

BT: Maybe when you install the client version, you've got to set-up the game with photographs or something?

BT: Oh, before I forget could you pass Quinn a link to the place you downloaded SBURB from?

BT: And no funny business.

BT: >:\

AK: Why would say that..? *Grins, flicks tail and walks off*

 -- apocalypticKitsune [AK] ceased pestering ballisticThyroid at 6:31 PM --

==> tl;dr

[Quinn]

((OOC: @Twilli- I forgot the exact phrasing in my reply, and SMF won't let me save anything to my Outbox, so I had to ad-lib.))

And now you are Quinn once more.

Unfortunately, you have nothing to do. You've done all of your chores and homework, your parents aren't home and no one's talking to you. Ha ha. Loser. Instead of doing something beneficial and maybe even productive, you listen to a hodgepodge of musical genres and occupy yourself with enough popcorn and MIDNIGHT CREW to last you for about a week.

==> So why are we here again?

Good question.

...Oh, would you look at that! Someone's pestering you. Who's this douche-bag?

==> Investigate!

-- apocalypticKitsune [AK] started pestering absoluteUproar [AU] at 1:44 PM --

AK: Hey, lil' miss badassery, Josh told me to throw you the download for his subard game.

(“Subard”? What the hell does that mean?)

AK: Here ya go.
AK: Download the client half first, it's quite a bit smaller, so just get it out of the way.
AU: Mmkay, thanks.
AU: JESUS CHRIST! *shields eyes*
AU: Could a loading screen possibly be more annoying?!
AU: Anyway, is there anything else I should know before the download lags my computer?
AK: Um, no. Not really.

-- apocalypticKitsune [AK] ceased pestering absoluteUproar [AU] at 1:48 PM –

How rude. He didn't even say goodbye. Oh well, you have better things to do. Like...

==> Like?...

You close everything except the download from your browser. They won't work during the lag.

Now you're back to square one. What next?

==> How about... being someone more interesting?

It's hard. Being unloved. It's hard and nobody understands.