Imoen
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OOC: Okay everyone. It's finally starting! For all reading, we have our players mapped out for the first part of this adventure. But if anyone wants to join that hasn't agreed to already, you're welcome to join as a character from the alternate world that these college students will be traveling to. You might want to read the OOC: thread just to update yourself on the storyline and what's going on, so that what I'm saying makes at least a little bit of sense! *L* Feel free to post there (In the OCC: thread) if you feel like you'd like to take part as a native to the alternate realm. Thanks! Happy roleplaying! ![Smile :) :)](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
IC:
The music is blasting. The the walls of the dorm room are practically throbbing, much like Alyson's head, from the deep bass issuing from the speakers. That's not to say she didn't like the song or the group. Crazy Town's "Butterfly" was a fairly catchy tune. That is until you had to listen to it for 10 times straight! She runs her hands through her short, cropped tresses. Her fingers clench, gripping them tightly as she stares down at the anatomy book open in front of her. The two ventricles of the heart are seperated by the....Come my lady, come, come my lady. You're my butterfly - sugar baby.
"ARGH! Michelle!!!" Alyson stands quickly, whipping around to face her friend who is engrossed in her dancing in the middle of the room. "I can't stand it! Either you're going to have to find another song or turn this damn thing off. I can't think!!"
Michelle pauses for a moment, mid-hip roll, to stare at Alyson, her face a mask of confusion. "What? I can't hear you."
Alyson rolls her eyes and laughs, shaking her head as she walks to the stereo and turns the volumn down to a tolerable level. "The music, too loud, can't think. You know the routine. It's not like you haven't heard it before." She grins at her friend, her spirits lifting as the volume lowers. "Ugh. I don't really know if I can blame it on the music. I just feel scattered today for some reason. I'm just not in the mind set to study." She wanders over and plops down on the bed, curling her feet under her body.
Michelle nods and sits down next to her with a rueful grin. "Ooooh yeah. I know that feeling well. You should know that by now." She laughs and sits down next to her friend, nudging her with her shoulder. "I hate to study, avoid it at all costs if I can. Good think I have the memory of an elephant, eh?" She wiggles her brows comically and Alyson can do nothing else but laugh.
"I honestly don't see how you do it. I have to study for hours and you seem to breeze right through just listening to the lecture. It's just not fair." Aly groans dramatically as she collapses back on the bed throwing her arm over her eyes, wallowing in her mock pity-party.
Michelle just grins and laughs at her friend, lying there in her tragic repose. Her gaze is drawn to the alarm clock on the table beside the bed. She gasps and grabs Alyson's arm. "C'mon you! Neither of us are going to be studying tonight!" She smiles widely, "We have to get going now or we're going to be late. Saturday night dungeon here we come!" She hauls Aly up off the bed, with little trouble as the girl's eyes flared wide at her comment. "Oh gawd!" Alyson yelps, "I can't believe I almost forgot!"
They both scramble around the room in a mad rush, retrieving and stuffing into backpacks their prospective character sheets, dice and supplies. The both pause and take special care in handling and packing the highly detailed character figures Professor John Beren, their former chemistry instructor and current dungeon master, had gifted them with. He had spent a great deal of time on them obviously. His talent was amazing. Each of the figures faces were a distinct likeness to the girls. Alyson's halfling thief was tiny in stature but her face held the same shape. Her mouth and eyes almost identical, but with a ruddy tint to her complection that was common for halfings in the rpg world. Michelle's figure was imposing; an amazon fighter. The figure stood tall with a proud, smoothly muscled body that looked as if it could come to life at any moment. At first glance, it really didn't seem to resemble the petite cheerful ball of energy other wise know as Michelle. But it was upon closer examination of the face the resemblance was easily recognizable - it looked exactly like her! Both Alyson and Michelle realized the amount of work that Professor Beren had put into these mini works of art and each handled them as if they were the most precious of treasure.
They hurry out of the dorm room, ignoring for the most part the carring on around them as they make their way with all due haste to the nearly deserted building known as Avery Hall. Upon renovation and new buildings that had been constructed at the campus after a rather plush donation from some of the well-to-do alumni, the old, crumbly building of Avery Hall had been sentenced to the life of a storage facility with little or no activity otherwise. It's large, rambling basement was the perfect spot for the group of friends and college professor to hold their all-night dungeon and dragons gaming.
The two arrive at the back of the building, near out of breath from their sprint across campus.
"Dammit. We must be late, nobody's waiting. They must all be inside already." Michelle tries the door and finds that it is unlocked and does indeed open with ease. Both girls step inside and close the door behind them before dashing down the hallway, each prospectively running through the gamuts of excuses they could offer for their tardiness.
"Sorry we're la....." The words die on Michelle's tongue upon entering the room. It's empty. "Where is everyone?" She says simply, glancing around the large room. The room is dominated in its center by a large rectangular table surrounded by odd and end chairs, snatched from random unused classrooms upstairs. The tiny horizontal windows positioned high along the walls offered little to no light as the sun was beginning to set. Along the edges of the room, were stacks and stacks of boxes and unused desks and furniture, draped with dusty white clothes. The lighting was dim in regards to the difficulty if one was to try to do anything truly constructive there, but for their purposes of playful escapism - it suited them well.
Alyson followed closely behind Michelle and edges around her, setting her back at her usual spot on the large rectangular table. She sits down and grins up at her. "Obviously we're not as late as we first thought. John must have been here already, what with the door being unlocked." She spots a white plastic bag setting at the end of the table and scoots out of her seat to go investigate. "Let's see what treats the goodly professor has brought for us tonight." Aly peeks inside, and squeals with delight laugh! "Woohoo 'Chelle! He loves us, no doubt! We have chocolate!" She pulls out a folded note from the bag. Opening it and reading it.
IC:
The music is blasting. The the walls of the dorm room are practically throbbing, much like Alyson's head, from the deep bass issuing from the speakers. That's not to say she didn't like the song or the group. Crazy Town's "Butterfly" was a fairly catchy tune. That is until you had to listen to it for 10 times straight! She runs her hands through her short, cropped tresses. Her fingers clench, gripping them tightly as she stares down at the anatomy book open in front of her. The two ventricles of the heart are seperated by the....Come my lady, come, come my lady. You're my butterfly - sugar baby.
"ARGH! Michelle!!!" Alyson stands quickly, whipping around to face her friend who is engrossed in her dancing in the middle of the room. "I can't stand it! Either you're going to have to find another song or turn this damn thing off. I can't think!!"
Michelle pauses for a moment, mid-hip roll, to stare at Alyson, her face a mask of confusion. "What? I can't hear you."
Alyson rolls her eyes and laughs, shaking her head as she walks to the stereo and turns the volumn down to a tolerable level. "The music, too loud, can't think. You know the routine. It's not like you haven't heard it before." She grins at her friend, her spirits lifting as the volume lowers. "Ugh. I don't really know if I can blame it on the music. I just feel scattered today for some reason. I'm just not in the mind set to study." She wanders over and plops down on the bed, curling her feet under her body.
Michelle nods and sits down next to her with a rueful grin. "Ooooh yeah. I know that feeling well. You should know that by now." She laughs and sits down next to her friend, nudging her with her shoulder. "I hate to study, avoid it at all costs if I can. Good think I have the memory of an elephant, eh?" She wiggles her brows comically and Alyson can do nothing else but laugh.
"I honestly don't see how you do it. I have to study for hours and you seem to breeze right through just listening to the lecture. It's just not fair." Aly groans dramatically as she collapses back on the bed throwing her arm over her eyes, wallowing in her mock pity-party.
Michelle just grins and laughs at her friend, lying there in her tragic repose. Her gaze is drawn to the alarm clock on the table beside the bed. She gasps and grabs Alyson's arm. "C'mon you! Neither of us are going to be studying tonight!" She smiles widely, "We have to get going now or we're going to be late. Saturday night dungeon here we come!" She hauls Aly up off the bed, with little trouble as the girl's eyes flared wide at her comment. "Oh gawd!" Alyson yelps, "I can't believe I almost forgot!"
They both scramble around the room in a mad rush, retrieving and stuffing into backpacks their prospective character sheets, dice and supplies. The both pause and take special care in handling and packing the highly detailed character figures Professor John Beren, their former chemistry instructor and current dungeon master, had gifted them with. He had spent a great deal of time on them obviously. His talent was amazing. Each of the figures faces were a distinct likeness to the girls. Alyson's halfling thief was tiny in stature but her face held the same shape. Her mouth and eyes almost identical, but with a ruddy tint to her complection that was common for halfings in the rpg world. Michelle's figure was imposing; an amazon fighter. The figure stood tall with a proud, smoothly muscled body that looked as if it could come to life at any moment. At first glance, it really didn't seem to resemble the petite cheerful ball of energy other wise know as Michelle. But it was upon closer examination of the face the resemblance was easily recognizable - it looked exactly like her! Both Alyson and Michelle realized the amount of work that Professor Beren had put into these mini works of art and each handled them as if they were the most precious of treasure.
They hurry out of the dorm room, ignoring for the most part the carring on around them as they make their way with all due haste to the nearly deserted building known as Avery Hall. Upon renovation and new buildings that had been constructed at the campus after a rather plush donation from some of the well-to-do alumni, the old, crumbly building of Avery Hall had been sentenced to the life of a storage facility with little or no activity otherwise. It's large, rambling basement was the perfect spot for the group of friends and college professor to hold their all-night dungeon and dragons gaming.
The two arrive at the back of the building, near out of breath from their sprint across campus.
"Dammit. We must be late, nobody's waiting. They must all be inside already." Michelle tries the door and finds that it is unlocked and does indeed open with ease. Both girls step inside and close the door behind them before dashing down the hallway, each prospectively running through the gamuts of excuses they could offer for their tardiness.
"Sorry we're la....." The words die on Michelle's tongue upon entering the room. It's empty. "Where is everyone?" She says simply, glancing around the large room. The room is dominated in its center by a large rectangular table surrounded by odd and end chairs, snatched from random unused classrooms upstairs. The tiny horizontal windows positioned high along the walls offered little to no light as the sun was beginning to set. Along the edges of the room, were stacks and stacks of boxes and unused desks and furniture, draped with dusty white clothes. The lighting was dim in regards to the difficulty if one was to try to do anything truly constructive there, but for their purposes of playful escapism - it suited them well.
Alyson followed closely behind Michelle and edges around her, setting her back at her usual spot on the large rectangular table. She sits down and grins up at her. "Obviously we're not as late as we first thought. John must have been here already, what with the door being unlocked." She spots a white plastic bag setting at the end of the table and scoots out of her seat to go investigate. "Let's see what treats the goodly professor has brought for us tonight." Aly peeks inside, and squeals with delight laugh! "Woohoo 'Chelle! He loves us, no doubt! We have chocolate!" She pulls out a folded note from the bag. Opening it and reading it.
Greetings oh nosy one, (Alyson - the thief, to be sure!)
I'm going to be a bit later than usual. I've forgotten something at my apartment. (Yes! Yet again!) I will be definitely be needed for tonight. I have a great adventure planned for all of you but you'll just have to be a bit patient until I can get back. I shouldn't be more than an hour. Enjoy the treats!
John