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MurderWeasel
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March 31st, 2018, 4:13 am #1

Alright alright alright, it was finally almost time, and Phillip Olivares could barely sit still he was so excited. This was great. This was actually happening. He'd thought, okay, he'd sort of thought it would be really hard to get a group together that was on board for this sort of thing, like actually willing to buy in, because it was pretty weird. A lot of the stuff Phillip did was the sort of stuff other people thought was pretty weird, but this was a thing even he was fully ready to admit was unusual. Quirky. He'd tried to explain it to his parents, and they'd smiled and nodded but there'd been that little glimmer of concern, so Phillip had turned up the spin to full blast.

"A game," he'd said, "like, sort of like Monopoly and Risk, you know, or charades, except more complicated. Full of improvisation."

That had gotten the parental eyes glazing right over.

Yeah, okay, they'd said, have fun with your clown charades with your friends. We're gonna go see a movie. Or two. And then have dinner. Here's fifteen dollars if you get hungry; that should buy you guys two pizzas from Little Caesar's. If you want anything else, use your own money.

Phillip had smiled and nodded and been all enthusiastic, and then when the time had actually come closer his mom had said they should probably not just eat pizza, said maybe his friends would like a healthier snack, so she'd cut up a bunch of apples and left the wedges on a platter with a big pool of peanut butter in the middle.

Are any of your friends allergic to peanut butter, Phillip? she'd asked. Phillip didn't have a damn clue if anyone was allergic to peanut butter. He didn't even exactly know who was coming. Lucas, and Michael, and then each of them was bringing someone, he thought, maybe a couple girls? Wait a second, they weren't using this as a date sort of thing, were they? That just crossed Phillip's mind. He really hoped they weren't, but if they were, it was their funeral.

Pretty sure nobody's allergic to peanut butter, he said, and then Mom and Dad were out the door to their evening of freedom and marital bonding, and Phillip was left to wait.

The house wasn't amazing or anything, but it was comfortable and more or less clean. Everything was always vacuumed because dust really did a number on Phillip, and he liked things being pretty orderly so he could find all his stuff. It had been a little cramped growing up, but now that both his siblings were out on their own he had a bedroom all to himself, plus there was a guest bedroom. The living room was where he was set up, though, with the platter of apple wedges right in the middle of a low coffee table. A sofa faced it, and a couple chairs were perpendicular to the sofa. He'd been snacking on the fruit while waiting for everyone, unconsciously grabbing from the same area of the tray, so if the platter was a clock the space between noon and two would've been empty.

Right as Phillip noticed that, the doorbell rang. Hurriedly, he reached over and rearranged some of the slices so it wouldn't be so totally obvious he'd already eaten a bunch. Then he sprung to his feet and made his way down the hall to the front door, barely holding down his excitement.

"Coming," he called.

This was gonna be great.
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April 9th, 2018, 1:31 am #2

A wave of anxiety came over him the second he heard Phillip's voice from inside the apartment. There was still time to turn tail and run, to grab Ophelia by the hand and decide that they could spend their time better somewhere else. The riverfront, his house, hell, even the goddamn luciferian ziggurat they called the mall might offer something more for the two of them than Phillip's house. It wasn't even necessarily that Phillip was a bad guy, per se, but seventeen different bells were jingle-jangling in Lucas' mind and none of them sounded remotely enough like an ice cream truck for him to feel altogether comfortable standing in front of the door.

He looked over at Ophelia and gave her a reassuring smile, hoping that it would work on himself too.

"This is gonna be great," he told her. He wished he was able to get himself to believe that, one hundred percent, too.

The name of the game was Morton's List. They'd get in some kind of circle, or seat themselves around a table, and take out a thirty sided die (he was already out of his depth) and a game-book. The book contained a bunch of different tasks to get the day going, ranging from playing board games to sneaking into somewhere at night to mock knife fight to finding the secret to immortality, or something. They'd all take an oath to pursue the goal for at least one hour, and, whatever they got, they'd try to accomplish it to the best of their ability for that amount of time. The longer this idea festered in his head, the worse he felt about it, and, specifically, the worse he felt about dragging Ophelia into it.

He just didn't have the heart to tell her that they should turn back around, though, nor did he want to be such a burden on everyone by raising dissent. Lucas knew he was a downer, and he knew that everybody absolutely hated him for it. Despised him, shit-talked him, slandered him, what-have-you. Backing out of something like this would only make that worse. He wanted to be with his friends, but he wasn't sure that this was the way to do it.

On the other hand, he had to admit that all the nervous energy building up inside of him felt really, really powerful. Once he took a nasal decongestant and a good handful of Tums in the morning, he managed to fight off his usual achy, groggy, ten-o'clock-is-too-early-to-wake-up-and-maybe-I-shouldn't-have-had-any-drinks-last-night-or-ever-again feelings and replace them with NOW feelings. His concerns had turned to the present, and that felt good. Real good. But, still, bad, because he was worried.

All of this is to say that Lucas felt very, very conflicted, awaiting the moment the door swung open and he crossed the point of no return. Even if they hadn't done anything for himself, he hoped his words had at least moved Ophelia's heart a little, were she feeling any doubt. It was a little hard to tell; he still didn't have the best read on her yet.
~~~~~ Creativity's Burning Pyre ~~~~~
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- Violet Schmidt: "Well, sure, I guess I can try and help with that. Ever read Corpus Hermetica? It'll make understanding this easier." Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2, Pregame-3

- Lucas Diaz: "I'd apologize, but I don't want to dig things up all over again, y'know?" Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Max Rudolph: "What the people need is a common banner under which to unite. It might not be what you want, but the fact of the matter is..." Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Liberty "Bert" Wren: "At eight? Let me see if that fits into my schedule. Been real busy lately." Facebook, Pregame-1
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/ - G051: Lili Williams: "Stop..." Memory-1, Pregame-1, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Island-8, Island-9, Island-10, Island-11, Island-12, Island-13, Island-14, Island-15, Island-16, Island-17, Island-18, Island-19.

/ - B043: Arthur Bernstein: "I...I'll...I'll..." Memory-1, Meanwhile-2, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Meanwhile-1
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- insert of lucky br8k!!!!!!!!
- insert of O.B. - white kid who is involved in politics and has divorced rich parents and issues with feeling emotions
- self-styled detective
- normie
- lou reed doing a gay voice
- insert of F.G.D. - black kid who wears a pizza hat and plays trumpet
- cute thing
- Darl from As I Lay Dying
- insert of A.B. my dorkass little brother who fancies himself a linguist and gets on my nerves
- good lives make bad stories
- insert of N.T. another floutist because I havent done one of those already
- hillbilly
- someone who doesnt "have a good time making allies" as an advantage
- pine barrens monster from the family that has a ghost butler
- David Foster Wallace
- furry
- myself again
- insert of K.D. a pianist and if you thought bert was smol, hohohohoho
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April 9th, 2018, 2:29 pm #3

((Ophelia bought her dress and she was with Lucas.))

Was it bad if she didn't feel that be here? She would prefer being in her home, laying in bed with a pillow between her legs while she watched Sense8. It's not like she didn't enjoy being with Lucas, she wouldn't mind him sitting on the corner of her bed, but it was the fact she was in this apartment complex she never been going to meet a guy she didn't only know. A plan for disaster, really.

She didn't know much about the guy they were going to meet. She knew they would play a board game and would probably spent a couple of hours here. She hoped it didn't smell bad inside, she would hate spending in a place that smelled horrid for more than 30 minutes. She had gym class already, she didn't want to be near smelly people she didn't like.

Anyways, too late. Lucas rang the door and Ophelia didn't feel like running. She turned to the boy. He looked tired. She assumed it was normal, he looked nervous in general so maybe it was just a look or a chronic condition. She could ask him if they get closer. She bit her lips, they were basically on a play date. Last time she went out to see a friend was years ago, she was a wee child and it was a birthday party and she was invited like the rest of her class. She hated the cake.

Lucas tried to comfort her, but she didn't need it. It was more the boy that looked he needed some kind of help to chill. She could parrot what he said, but it wasn't a socially accepted thing and she didn't want to look weird in front of him. She just smiled but her eyes didn't follow. She remembered what Tyra said and smeyezed a couple of seconds after. She hoped she didn't look weird.

She relaxed her face again, her foot tapping on the ground. She turned to Lucas again and asked a question that was on her mind for a while. It was question she should have asked earlier, to be honest. She was gambling with her free time, the most valuable resource she had.

"So you know this guy?"
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Born underneath a Canadian sky to parents who were quite possibly mounties, Lore roamed the wild unknowns of Quebec, becoming a kickass gamer girl and a sassy action lady. She has both fought a beaver to the death and won several arguments on instagram. Scientists have struggled for years to figure out which is sharper - her wit or Valyrian steel. She is most known outside of SOTF for her portrayal of Yuno Gasai in the anime series The Future Diaries, which she shot for 43 days on-location. She still has the pink hair dye.
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April 10th, 2018, 4:13 am #4

Fun fact: Chattanooga's violent crime rate was 165% higher than the national average. Now take that, and combine it with the fact that Michael, a skinny-ass white boy who looked like he'd die if somebody punched him on the arm, was alone in a part of town that could be used as a filming location for The Wire.

Michael figured there was about a 80% chance he'd die during the next few hours.

Oh well...


((Michael Froese continued from hell))


The climb up the stairwell to Phillip's apartment felt like the worst thing Michael'd ever experienced. He was filled with this anxious, adrenaline-saturated sensation that made him want to barf, and jeez, he sure hated it.

Shit, why'd he even decide to do this? Like, pretty much the only thing Michael knew about Phillip was that he was the magic juggalo kid or whatever, and that didn't exactly fill Michael with hope; Phillip was not someone Michael wanted to know him on a first-name-basis. On the bright side, though, he'd managed to string Beryl along, so at least he'd have some backup if this ended up being some clown cult ritual sacrifice thing. Actually, never mind, Beryl'd probably join the clowns.

Boy, this sucked ass.

As he rounded the last flight of stairs and began moving into the hallway, Michael caught a glimpse of two people standing in front of a door, and oh fuck he recognized those people from school which meant they were here for Phillip's John Wayne Gacy party and were waiting to be let in and that meant that once Phillip opened the door for them, Michael'd either have to sprint across the hallway to Phillip or Phillip would have to hold the door open for like thirty seconds and BOTH OF THOSE OPTIONS WERE FUCKING AWFUL AND AWKWARD AND JUST THE WORST.


OhNoOhNoOhNoOhNo


Michael stopped for a second, internal screams ringing throughout his mind. He pulled out his phone, feigned looking at the time, adjusted his glasses, backtracked the fuck outta dodge and back into the stairwell and away from peering eyes, adjusted his glasses again, and turned his phone off. Then, because if anyone climbing up the stairs saw him standing there like an idiot would think he was a weird fuckin' dude, he turned the phone back on, unlocked it, and stared at whatever had been on his screen when he'd last actually used his phone (in this case, Wikipedia administrative incident reports from 2005), trying his best to look like he was supposed to be here and knew what he was doing and all that kind of stuff.

Okay, he figured out a plan. Sit here and stare at the phone for two minutes while Phillip let the other people in and hope there was nobody else in the stairwell who would give him judgy looks while they walked past.

Michael felt like diving out of a window.
"Kermit you are the guy in the horror movie that finds a book bound in human skin and decides to read out loud what is inside for fun" - some mean lady named Ruggahissy
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V1 art!

v2 art ;~;
Sadly kermit looked at a mariavel. It was so sad... such a sad mariavel... like him... he only waned a normal life... was that too much to ask? was it?
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MurderWeasel
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April 14th, 2018, 3:50 am #5

"Hey," Phillip said, opening the door, "Hey, Lucas."

There he was, Lucas Diaz in the flesh, and as promised there was someone with him, and that someone was indeed a girl. It was a little awkward, though, because Phillip was totally, absolutely sure this girl went to George Hunter, like he'd seen her around—it was sorta hard to miss the girl with the shaved head, you know—but he could could not for the life of him remember her name. For some reason he was thinking Shakespeare, but the only Shakespeare names that were coming right now were Juliet (definitely not her), Gertrude (probably not Gertrude and that seemed like a dangerous one to get wrong, and was Gertrude even actually a Shakespeare character or was he making that up?) and Lady Macbeth. Should he just go with Lady Macbeth? It'd be wrong, but maybe funny, but she probably wouldn't get the joke and while Phillip would normally be okay with taking that risk in this case she was still in a pretty good spot to turn around and walk away, maybe taking Lucas with her. Couldn't be having that happen. Better to play it safe.

"I'm Phillip," he said, smiling and giving a half-bow, more a sort of bob of the head and upper torso. The theory was that either she'd introduce herself now or Lucas would introduce her, but if that didn't happen he'd just wing it. Phillip was good at winging it.

He was dressed up kind of nice for the occasion. He had on khaki pants and this bright red button-down short-sleeved shirt covered in huge-ass images of macaws perched on some leafy floral shit. He also had on socks, just his normal white socks with the red and grey stripe at the end, because his feet had been getting a little cold. He had some slippers in his closet too, but they were these fluffy orange monstrosities and would've looked pretty stupid.

"Come in, come in," he continued, smiling and stepping to the side so the two at the doorstep could see down the hallway and see that the place was pretty clean, no piles of garbage or hordes of malnourished cats or anything like that. The place was pretty big, even, biggest unit in the building, plenty of space for everyone to make themselves comfortable.

"We've got some apples and peanut butter," he said, smile still wide.
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April 16th, 2018, 3:27 am #6

How did he come to know Phillip, anyways? He supposed it was due to a combination of circumstance and social gravitation. Outcasts sought out outcasts. Granted, in the presence of most of the losers and loners belonging to the menagerie of colorful characters and wacky personages that comprised the shadowy, unvisited-by-custodians corner of the George Hunter High peanut gallery, Lucas felt more than a little uncomfortable. They were either into hard drugs, had some kind of mental problem, or both. Most often, it was both. Phillip had neither of these things, it seemed.

"We're in the same homeroom," Lucas replied, "and we're in the same English class, too. We've shared quite a few classes over the years, yeah."

That didn't hurt, either. The more that Lucas got to observe someone in a natural setting, the better he felt about making their acquaintance. If he met them in a circumstance that he didn't recognize or was prepared for, it was a bit tougher.

Now that he thought about it, that hadn't really applied to when he had met Ophelia.

Maybe that meant something?

He had no more time to dwell on it, for the door popped open a few moments later and Phillip came out to greet the pair of them. Lucas felt a little under-dressed for the occasion, compared to Phillip's appropriately quirky and charming outfit—in all honesty, Lucas had been half counting on Phillip to be wearing some kind of clown makeup and parachute pants getup—wearing blue jeans and a gray long-sleeved Henley shirt. Though in any other circumstance this would have made Lucas cringe inwardly at himself, in this case it was a little reassuring. Slowly but surely, his earlier misgivings about the scenario evaporated, and were replaced by comfort. This was just an afternoon with friends. Nothing major. Breathe in, breathe out.

"This is Ophelia," Lucas said. He didn't know if she'd be socially proactive enough to introduce herself to Phillip, so he figured he'd go ahead and make the move for her. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel like a fly on the wall in a place that she didn't belong. Lucas felt like that, all the time, everywhere, at any given moment. It sucked.

Lucas hated apples and peanut butter but stepped inside anyways, taking one more hopefully-reassuring look at Ophelia before crossing the threshold into Phillip's house.
~~~~~ Creativity's Burning Pyre ~~~~~
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- Violet Schmidt: "Well, sure, I guess I can try and help with that. Ever read Corpus Hermetica? It'll make understanding this easier." Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2, Pregame-3

- Lucas Diaz: "I'd apologize, but I don't want to dig things up all over again, y'know?" Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Max Rudolph: "What the people need is a common banner under which to unite. It might not be what you want, but the fact of the matter is..." Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Liberty "Bert" Wren: "At eight? Let me see if that fits into my schedule. Been real busy lately." Facebook, Pregame-1
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/ - G051: Lili Williams: "Stop..." Memory-1, Pregame-1, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Island-8, Island-9, Island-10, Island-11, Island-12, Island-13, Island-14, Island-15, Island-16, Island-17, Island-18, Island-19.

/ - B043: Arthur Bernstein: "I...I'll...I'll..." Memory-1, Meanwhile-2, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Meanwhile-1
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- insert of lucky br8k!!!!!!!!
- insert of O.B. - white kid who is involved in politics and has divorced rich parents and issues with feeling emotions
- self-styled detective
- normie
- lou reed doing a gay voice
- insert of F.G.D. - black kid who wears a pizza hat and plays trumpet
- cute thing
- Darl from As I Lay Dying
- insert of A.B. my dorkass little brother who fancies himself a linguist and gets on my nerves
- good lives make bad stories
- insert of N.T. another floutist because I havent done one of those already
- hillbilly
- someone who doesnt "have a good time making allies" as an advantage
- pine barrens monster from the family that has a ghost butler
- David Foster Wallace
- furry
- myself again
- insert of K.D. a pianist and if you thought bert was smol, hohohohoho
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April 20th, 2018, 10:01 am #7

So it wasn't a random guy he met on the Internet, thank you Jesus. He went to their high school, she wondered if he talked shit about her. Ophelia eyed him, scanning his intentions. Apples and peanut butter? Good thing Oph wasn't allergic, or maybe it was a bad thing because she couldn't just run away at this instant.

She smiled, again, without her eyes then they followed. Ophelia struggled with this whole playdate concept, really. She could be at home or at a dinner and it would have the same result, really. She would be alone in a crowd and the growing emptiness inside of her would stay quiet instead of berating her for trying new things.

She looked at Lucas; he, once again, appeared to try to comfort Ophelia. She didn't understand why he did that other than he was really trying go calm himself. Oph didn't get to feel anxious or stress in this moment, it had to be the fact she felt restless. For once in her life, something that might be more interesting than overhearing people shit talking her while she was hidden in a cabinet eating her lunch. She didn't feel in control and it made her feel strangely good and interested.

It felt totally weird but at the same time, she hoped she would feel like this forever and ever. This feeling numbed her existential dread she was feeling since forever, the emptiness was recoiling while this excitation took over. She was loving this.

It came to her turn to speak. Lucas introduced her and it took her by surprise. This was real, it wasn't a daydream in the daylight. It was really happening right it front of her. She felt like smiling, this unknown feeling spread through this unreliable narrator and she felt so good.

"N-nice to meet you,"

And in that moment, she wanted to die.

Those were the thoughts she had. She stuttered. What kind of shit impression did that give? She ruined everything! The emptiness crawled back and clawed and rip apart that good strange feeling. She wanted to bite her tongue off and die. She messed up. She looked like this awkward girl who can't speak a sentence without stuttering.

The cold and calculative Ophelia lost her cool because of herself, 20/20 hindsight but it was hilarious, really. She was still angry at herself, considering running to the window and falling to her death a couple of floors down. She wondered what people think of her now, Lucas must be thinking:

"Gosh, I'm a loner and a weirdo, but she's so much worse."

The thought of that made her feel horrible. Would they pick on her? Oh no, Ophelia became a child again. Her anger to herself changed to a fear of the world, and she just dug her fingers in the flesh of her arm. She wanted a nice look from Lucas, just one last, please.
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Born underneath a Canadian sky to parents who were quite possibly mounties, Lore roamed the wild unknowns of Quebec, becoming a kickass gamer girl and a sassy action lady. She has both fought a beaver to the death and won several arguments on instagram. Scientists have struggled for years to figure out which is sharper - her wit or Valyrian steel. She is most known outside of SOTF for her portrayal of Yuno Gasai in the anime series The Future Diaries, which she shot for 43 days on-location. She still has the pink hair dye.
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Kermit
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April 20th, 2018, 5:19 pm #8

The screen of Michael's phone wrote:I was poking around some SNL pages and found MumuMcGoo has gotten into another Ashlee Simpson revert war on History of SNL:2000-2010. This breaks the Arbcom's parole conditions (no reverting of Ashlee). MarioBanana 03:02, 20 Feb 2005 (UTC)


0000I can revert just like anybody else on those articles. They aren't directly related to Ashlee. MumuMcGoo 03:07, 20 Feb 2005 (UTC)


00000000They are when what you're reverting is the paragraph on the Ashlee Simpson lip-syncing incident. --Juan 03:33, 20 Feb 2005 (UTC)


It's Ashlee Simpson-related, and since the nut of the issue in your ArbCom case was your over-the-top behavior of zealously vetting All Things Ashlee, it's arguably relevant, though up to the admins enforcing the ArbCom ruling to decide how relevant.

And as long as the admins are considering that one, I'll toss in October 24 for further consideration, where MumuMcGoo is also reverting mention of Ashlee Simpson lip-synching incident. A sense-of-the-adminstrators poll, guideline, or ruling as to what constitutes "Ashlee Simpson-related articles" would be appreciated for future reference, or will ArbCom have to clarify their ruling? --FreshPrince 03:36, 20 Feb 2005 (UTC)


Will you tell me I can't revert the article Earth because Ashlee is an earthling? I do not interpret the ruling that way. It referred to Ashlee Simpson-related articles, which I take to mean articles based fundamentally on something related to Ashlee. It doesn't refer to all Ashlee-related content within articles, such as a mention as a notable date on October 24. MumuMcGoo 03:51, 20 Feb 2005 (UTC)


My reading of that is that you are prohibited from reverting any article in which Ashlee Simpson is referred to. This means no reverts to History of SNL:2000-2010, no reverts to October 24, and for that matter, no reverts to Red Bull (there used to be a "trivia" section stating that Ashlee Simpson liked Red Bull). On the other hand, you can revert Earth to your heart's content (within the limits of the 3RR, of course). --Juan 04:16, 20 Feb 2005 (UTC)

Michael thought this whole argument was lame as fuck.

Still hearing voices from the hallway, he kept on reading, hoping nobody'd see him.
"Kermit you are the guy in the horror movie that finds a book bound in human skin and decides to read out loud what is inside for fun" - some mean lady named Ruggahissy
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V1 art!

v2 art ;~;
Sadly kermit looked at a mariavel. It was so sad... such a sad mariavel... like him... he only waned a normal life... was that too much to ask? was it?
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April 24th, 2018, 3:07 am #9

"Nice to meet you too," Phillip said.

Ophelia, that was indeed from Shakespeare, or at least it was used in Shakespeare. She died in Hamlet, he thought. Yeah, that was it, it was coming back to him now. Hamlet was into her, only then he either decided he wasn't anymore because of his mad pursuit of vengeance or he figured that to continue the aforementioned quest for revenge he'd have to pretend he not only didn't care about her but actively hated her. Then Ophelia went a little crazy and started talking about all these flowers, and Phillip had heard somewhere it was this really hilarious veiled communication that would've made total sense in the Eighteenth Century or something but was totally impenetrable now, and then Hamlet killed her dad and she threw herself into the river and drowned and then Hamlet killed her brother too. Or maybe she only went crazy after her father's death? He hadn't read Hamlet in a while, and tended to get a bit twisted up about what was actually in it and what came from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead.

Actually, on the whole Phillip was pretty fond of Shakespeare. Shakespeare's stuff was crude, rude, and funny, just as long as you could get through the somewhat incomprehensible lingo from way back. That density was probably the only reason they got to read it in school, though, so he could cope with it. When they'd read Romeo and Juliet in freshman year, he'd been delighted to discover that the somewhat-nonsensical "Oh, that she were/An open etc." was actually an edit of the original "Oh, that she were/An open arse."

Really, he thought, Shakespeare would've probably been all about the sort of thing ICP was doing.

Phillip led the new arrivals back down the hall, dropping a quick, "You can close the door behind you," even though he was pretty sure Lucas and Ophelia had enough sense not to just leave the door open and it wasn't like anything would actually happen if they left the door open anyways except maybe a neighbor taking a look to make sure everything was okay.

"You can ditch your shoes or keep 'em on, nobody cares," he continued. "We're heading to the living room. I've got all the stuff there, but we'll want to wait until everyone's here. Food's there too, and my family left some money for pizza but we'll have to go out to get that or live with frozen."

He thought they had a few frozen pizzas, at least, and his family probably wouldn't mind if they ate them all, right? But Little Caesar's would likely be better and more desirable anyways.

"Bathroom's over there." He jerked his thumb towards the proper door. "Hold the handle down for a while or the toilet won't flush right. Kitchen's over there, if you want anything. Make yourselves at home."

And then there it was, the sofa, the platter of apples and peanut butter, the books and the Boulder. Phillip beamed and turned to nod encouragingly at his new accomplices.
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April 24th, 2018, 11:03 pm #10

He had expected to hear her footsteps behind her, clacking on the floor, but instead heard nothing. He took another look back at Ophelia, and saw that she looked a little out of sorts. Lucas' own conflicted feelings about entering Phillip's house had been lifted somewhat, but it looked like Ophelia's doubts still remained. He wondered what he could do to alleviate these anxieties, if there were any magic words he could say to lift the veil of sorrow from her face. Perhaps a "You can do it!" or a "It'll be okay, trust me," would suffice, but both of those sounded stilted and inelegant to his mind's ear. Besides, this wasn't some kind of shitty romance novel that the library decided to fill itself with for no particular reason; this was just a few kids playing a game, and hoping it didn't cause the end of the world. In other words, it was the real world, and, in the real world, actions spoke louder than words.

So he took her hand, tired his face with a smile once more, and lead her inside.

It had been some time since Lucas had split with Charelle, and even more time since he was with Ji-Hyun, but he hadn't been entirely without any kind of "romantic" contact since then. Granted, a cuddle or two with a friend didn't really count for much, but at least it kept him warm in the cold, kept the long season from being entirely dry, and, most of all, kept him happy. The rush that came to him when he grabbed Ophelia's hand was not a surprise to him, but it was a little more intense than he had been expecting. It made his whole arm tingle with electricity, electricity that threatened to eventually come and spread to his brain if he wasn't careful. He was doing this for the sake of the outing, anyways, not necessarily because of attraction.

Though, in all fairness, he'd be lying if he said that wasn't playing a part.

At Phillip's instruction, Lucas kicked off his shoes, which, though tied, were loose enough that stepping out of them purposefully only required a little bit of extra effort. The sight of a normal house instead of some strange carnival tent alleviated Lucas' concerns a little more. Phillip nodded them towards the room where it was going to happen, and Lucas gladly stepped inside.

Even the game board seemed a little normal!

...but something about it still seemed a little off. Lucas was no believer in energy, but he was getting some strange vibes from the die (Phillip had called it some kind of rock over text) and the book. A psychological reaction to the unknown, sure, but there was some strange mojo coming from this weird juju. Lucas had seen enough soft reboots of Jumanji to know where this scenario might possibly lead. More than anything, though, he was glad that the game was real, and not just a pretense to invite Lucas and Ophelia and Michael and Beryl over to be nabbed by some strange jesters.

Plus, the price online was kind of astronomical. How had Phillip found an affordable copy?

"Woaaah," Lucas said, staring the game down, "I hope this wasn't too expensive when you bought it."

He let go of Oph's hand for a moment to go over and study the Boulder. It was bright, cherry red, around the size of a golf ball, with sides numbering all the way up to thirty. Lucas gave it a cursory roll and saw how naturally it carried itself across the table. Geometry wasn't Lucas' strong suit, but he knew enough to know that this thirty sided shape wasn't something you saw every day.

"Ophelia, take a look at this thing," he said, holding it up to the light, "It's a... a triacontagon, I think."
~~~~~ Creativity's Burning Pyre ~~~~~
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- Violet Schmidt: "Well, sure, I guess I can try and help with that. Ever read Corpus Hermetica? It'll make understanding this easier." Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2, Pregame-3

- Lucas Diaz: "I'd apologize, but I don't want to dig things up all over again, y'know?" Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Max Rudolph: "What the people need is a common banner under which to unite. It might not be what you want, but the fact of the matter is..." Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Liberty "Bert" Wren: "At eight? Let me see if that fits into my schedule. Been real busy lately." Facebook, Pregame-1
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/ - G051: Lili Williams: "Stop..." Memory-1, Pregame-1, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Island-8, Island-9, Island-10, Island-11, Island-12, Island-13, Island-14, Island-15, Island-16, Island-17, Island-18, Island-19.

/ - B043: Arthur Bernstein: "I...I'll...I'll..." Memory-1, Meanwhile-2, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Meanwhile-1
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- insert of lucky br8k!!!!!!!!
- insert of O.B. - white kid who is involved in politics and has divorced rich parents and issues with feeling emotions
- self-styled detective
- normie
- lou reed doing a gay voice
- insert of F.G.D. - black kid who wears a pizza hat and plays trumpet
- cute thing
- Darl from As I Lay Dying
- insert of A.B. my dorkass little brother who fancies himself a linguist and gets on my nerves
- good lives make bad stories
- insert of N.T. another floutist because I havent done one of those already
- hillbilly
- someone who doesnt "have a good time making allies" as an advantage
- pine barrens monster from the family that has a ghost butler
- David Foster Wallace
- furry
- myself again
- insert of K.D. a pianist and if you thought bert was smol, hohohohoho
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