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[Eidolon Astronaut]

Orikanyo SerbianMounted C Checkmate7 Venchi1986



You switch your fetch modus from QUEUE to STACK, allowing you to access the story.
Now...

... let's try this again.

==> Choose Your Hero...
==> [TT] [AT] [CT] [GT]​

 

[SerbianMounted]

==> [CT]

A young lady stands in her room. She's mulling over something. Something she knew was very important, but just forgot when she tried to think about it. Her heads just been going everywhere. There's no need to mind any of this.

Anyway. What was that young lady's name? It was...it was...just give her a moment shell remember shortly.

==> Enter name.

Fli....flit....flying? Flying something. You forget what you meant to insult yourself with. You need a moment, its fine youre just a tad tired.

==> MIRI!

Oh of course! Your own name. Miri Beldam. How could you have forgotten. You remember a lot more now. Like, well, your whole being.

Your name is Miri Beldam. It is a seasonably dry day where you live, and as a result you are hiding in your room to avoid the HEAT. Though this is not to say that on every day you are not hiding in your room. You occupy your time with a number of interests. You enjoy studying MECHANICAL ENGINEERING and creating a number of ROBOTIC creations, appaendages and the occasional COMPANION.

Though it's not all robots. You enjoy studying MARINE LIFE and have a fascination for all things that live in the OCEAN. And you have a number of aquatic accoutrement that speak to this interest. You also have a love of collecting SNOWGLOBES, and telling very bad PUNS which relats to your growing love of STAND UP COMEDY.

What will you do?​

 

[Orikanyo]

==> [AT]

A young man stand in his room, he stares intently at something, something that intently calls for his attention that sits upon the window sill of his room. A procyonid, a raccoon to be exact, this raccoon doth not sayeth the word nevermore, for if it did that would be most interesting and make one question heavily to nature of this scene, or it's actual author, and the matter of the fact it is not a raven. But nonetheless, who is the young man who stares intently at this Raccoon with eyes hidden from the sight of others?

==> Enter name

==> SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE seems like an odd name would you think? For this name was not chosen by the boy's birth parents, but the raccoon who was currently scrambling around the room causing a panic of the most unfortunate and admitably silly kind. The young man rushed about, desperately attempting to shove the trash panda out the window while avoiding it's claws and teeth. Though this was not quite going as well as one might think, or perhaps you might have some knowledge in the art of dislodging raccoons stuck in houses and know exactly what kind of trouble this young man was having.

But this young man was not to be bested, grasping from under the pillow he tossed forwards a handaxe to take the bewildered bird by surprise! only succeeding in tossing the axe directly into the floor, sticking it there like a triumphant testament to his bad aim, after which the raccoon rushed underneath the bed and began hissing like nobody's business.

==> Matt Sixton

Indeed matt Sixton, the very young man who touts his family business like a rich boy touts that car daddy bought them. However in this case the young man will live up to the expectations to follow the family line with his own work! Who was currently fishing for a broom to get this damn raccoon out of his room.

He lived in a rather temperate area, one of which had a good deal of various types of weather and trees that which his father cuts and sells to pay for such housing. Matt often spent more time out in the WOODS then at home, he loved nothing more than to take strolls through the woods with nothing but him and nature all around him. At least nature that wasn't dealing with hooves, paws and teeth. He finds the living breathing world a fascinating thing, from the tall trees to the itty bitty little specks that walk invisibly among the forest floor.

And he occasionally enjoys knitting and mythological stories about the woods, faeries in particular, enough so that he has a very well hidden away couple of books detailing faeries in ways he would definitely not reveal in any sort of manner to anybody involved and does his best to hide... A hiding space currently used by a hissing raccoon.

What will you do?

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[Venchi1986]

]==> [TT]
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A young girl stands in her bedroom. Due to the book she is holding it seems like she is either about to start reading or just finished. Either way right now it is time for introductions. Unfortunately because we can't really interact it's up us to decide what to call her.

==> Enter name:

==> Ariel Crownshirt

So you're naming her after the image on her shirt, really original. At least she seems to like Ariel, still do you want to try again?

==> Enter name: Emma Bloxham

You'd have preferred Ariel if you knew that was an option but Emma is a fine name too. With this heat going to the pool would be nice, but since it also would be too crowded you decided to just stay home and hope the fan in your room would help.

The assortiment of books and posters all over your room reveal what interests besides SWIMMING you have. You appreciate a good STORY, preferably FAIRY TALES whether it's the classic darker ones, the Disney-fied versions you are likely to see as an all ages movie or CARTOON or just modern ones. You're also not the type that doesn't consider COMICS as inferior to classic "real" books as you feel the images can really help supplement the story it's trying to tell.

Finally you have a couple of VIDEOGAMES even though you're a casual gamer at best. Your favorite type of game are Eastern Rpg's both because they generally have great storylines and because you CAN TAKE AS MUCH TIME as you want when going over options as you hate being rushed and in fact generally waste more time when hurrying due to mistakes.

What will you do?

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[Checkmate7]

===> [GT]

A young man stands in his room, peering intensely through a telescope intent on discovering the secrets of the universe and admiring the majesty of the galaxy. He has been at it for hours, changing the orientation of the instrument evey once in a while, just to try to gleam something other than the infinite blackness of space. Maybe he wil realise at some point that he forgot to take the protective lid off the lens.
But enough about telescopes, even if today it's not his birthday today is the name that he shall be named.

==> Enter Name

==>Scooby McDoo
An odd name, it sounds familiar to the young man so for a couple of moments he thinks that, yes, it might be his name. However just to be sure he goes to his underwear drawer to check whther Scooby McDoo is the name written in his undergarments, yet it's not. Unbeknonst to this young m,an Scooby McDoo is not a name fit for a boy his age, for many reasons if not at least something called copyright law. However the boy knows his name at last and it is:

===> Brad Fernsby
Of course! Your name is Brad Fernsby, it is already dark where you live, but night is no barrier for adventure! Still you think it might be better to leave astronomy for another day and turn your room's lights on. You trusty shovel is resting against the wall, after a good day of ARCHAELOGY, which for you it means diggin holes into the backyard and hope you find something. Soemtimes you go to the river and find some odds and ends, which you put on one of your shelves.

However excavating isn't all you do, you enjoy good ACTION FILMS just like everyone else even if your favorite is the INDIANA JONES saga, as denoted by the poster above your bed frame, you also posses an interest in ASTRONOMY and rutinely engage in the activity of STARGAZING with your trusty telescope, also you like to sometimes COOK, but there's nothing in your bedroom to denote that.
At least not anymore.

What will you do now?​

 

[SerbianMounted]

==> Miri: Do a silly dance.

Hm. Nah. You do not feel like doing a dance, especially one that some may constitute as 'silly'. You wonder why such a random and stupid thought even crossed your mind. But you'll surely see no sign of it in the future, as it holds no bearing on your reality. Not like it's some kind of RUNNING GAG or anything.

==> Miri: Examine dog.

Oh that? Heh. You almost forgot about him when you were letting him charge in the corner. The dog in question is named SIGMUND, and he is your BEST FRIEND by far. He is your lab assistant and he has served you well. Though he requires a fair bit of electricity to keep operational, so you have to keep him plugged in for several hours before he's much use. His cold, metallic carapace is often the only thing anywhere near to living that your hands come into contact with for days.

==> Miri: Go to work table.

Ah, your WORK TABLE. It's a rather cluttered table that you have resting up against your bedroom wall. On it are scattered numerous screws, a couple hard drives, metallic plates and stray wires. You've often fallen asleep at this very spot during your many late night lucubrations, trying to replicate the same kind of technology that SIGMUND is made out of.

==> Miri: Examine aquarium.

Here you have your AQUARIUM. Though it is not really occupied by much of anything. You built the tank yourself out of some spare plexiglass your NAN had lying around the house and some iron beams you repurposed. And you even custom ordered a filter to keep the tank clean and temperature regulated. But you have yet to find a fish you find suitable.....that is under 1000 dollars on Amazon.

You don't consider your high standards as to the kinds of fish you keep a fault. You just consider it the mark of an up and coming MARINE BIOLOGIST, and how easily you are able to determine what fish are even worth study or examination. That, and most of the goldfish you have owned have died in under a month. Never again...

==>

Your missing something aren't you. You swear you just had it on your mind like crazy a couple hours ago, but just spacing out in your room for a little while has made you forget, like you always do. Hm...you suppose you could contact on of the others to see if they remember anything. Who would be the least painful to extract this information out of?

Hm...eeney, meeney, miney......
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comicalTransducer [CT] began to pester anticipateTerraformer [AT]

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CT: Matt.
CT: Matt.
CT: Matt.

 

[Orikanyo]

==> Extract Raccoon

Even when equiped with a handy dandy raccoon extractor broom, the process of removing the hissing being from underneath the bed was not something accomplished so easily.

==> Smack Raccoon

While most of whom who generally don't tango in the dance macabre with local fauna would recommend you call pest control and not hit the raccoon, you get it in your mind to jab the hissing creature with the broom, patting and swatting at it as if the broom were some large hand. The raccoon did not quite like this as it was now latched onto the broom chewing on it furiously.

==> Remove raccoon on stick out from bed.

While this was indeed a success, you now have in your hands a dangerous weapon that would intimidate even the most stalwart of foes and most if not all of your friends as well. Even yourself, especially yourself.

==> Defenestrate the raccoon

With a mighty swing and a needlessly animated scene, you slam the broom+Raccoon combination as hard as you can at your nearby window. "BEGONE BEAST!" you might say if you weren't screaming at the top of your lungs, which you were totally doing the whole time.

The raccoon indeed was successfully defenestrated, sent right out the window, however the brave broom that so aided you in your battle thusfar had been lost in the commotion, as you threw it wholesale out the window as well.

==> A moment of silence for the lost broom.

...........

*Ping*

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*Ping*

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*Ping*

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==> Answer pesterchum
[God damn site won't lemme change text color so yea here we go yay for technology nerds]​

AT: What's shakein bacoon
AT: *bacon
AT: Sry got attcked by rccoon was busy
AT: *Raccoon

SerbianMounted

 

[Venchi1986]

==>Emma: Cluck like a chicken and lay an egg.

Man the heat must be really getting to you, cause that is the dumbest idea you've had in weeks. Even if it were possible for you to lay an egg what would the point be, eating an egg laid by a young girl is just creepy and somehow successfully hatching it would be worse.


==>Emma: Go downstairs and get a pop sickle.

Yeah that sounds good, you put your book down on your desk and head to the door.

==>Emma: Wait! Aren't you supposed to show your room before exploring your home?

Not an ironclad rule, just look at Jade's introduction....... Hold on, you have no idea who Jade is or why you suddenly thought about her introduction. Forget it, what were you doing again?

==>Emma: Show of your room.

Oh right.

While you have preferred it to be a bit bigger you have enough room for your stuf. Naturally given your interests you have a decent collection of (comic)books. Several posters decorate your walls, with images from COMICS AND (CLASSIC DISNEY) MOVIES, like the Little Mermaid, Alladin, Spidergwen and the GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY.

There is also a stack of books you don't plan on reading. Sis got you the TWILIGHT SERIES for your last birthday and while you're sure she meant well you like to think you have better taste than that.

Your video game collection consist mainly of the POKEMON GAMES, but you also have DRAGON'S QUEST and FINAL FANTASY.

Finally your FAIRY GODMOTHER PLUSHIE sits on your bed.

 

[Checkmate7]

====> Play something on your instrument of choice.

What instrument of choice? You are pretty sure you don't know anything about music, much less instruments. You could probably bang your shovel against the wall to the rythm of the Indiana Jones theme tough last time you did that Mom made you fix the wall yourself. There are some materials left over from then so you could probably do it again.

====> Bang shovel agaisnt the wall.
What? No! Just because you can fix it doesn't mean you want to, also there's nothing of interest inside the walls of your house, you already checked.

===> Open your chest.
You don't have any chests, well you have your body chest, but you are sure you shouldn't be opening that. Why would you want a furniture chest? It's better to showcase all of your sick treausures in your shelves.

====> Examine sick treasures.
Of course! Most of your treaseures consist of things you have digged out or found laying around, there are some gold nuggets from when you took the shovl to the river bed, and they look badass on your wall. Most of the collection is animal bones and shiny rocks though, you have found a lot of garbage over the years, but you don't keep that on your walls. Your favorite though is the squiddle plushie, it's the first thing you ever excavated from anywhere.

====> Enough of treasures! Contact friends!

Good idea! You can chat with your buddies on pesterchum! All you need is to boot up your laptop and... Where did you leave the thing again? It's not on your desk, although it rarely is there that's the whole point of a portable device. You forgot where you left it again.

====> Look for your laptop.
Yeah you better do that, you go and grab the shovel, last thing you need is forgetting the laptop in one of your holes again, electronic devices weren't made to spend nights in the cold damp ground. This is gonna take a while.​

 

[SerbianMounted]

==>
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CT: I don't know why, but I suspect you just did something really stupid.
CT: Are you fending off those raccoons again?
CT: How...
CT: Unfurendly of you.
CT: Heheheheheheheheheheheheh.
CT: Anyway, I have to ask you something.

You continue to pester Matt on your laptop before you examine your wall. On there are decorated a few POSTERS, one detailing the anatomy of a Mantis Shrimp you had CUSTOM MADE for you at the print shop, another is of one of your comedic idols, none other than JOHN MULANEY. He is icon, and you aspire to be able to reach his introspective and kind of anxious sense of humor one day. The world is his theatre, and you're sure he's going to be here until it burns down.​

Orikanyo

 

[Orikanyo]

==>
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AT: Ha
AT: Ha HA ha
AT: You are the funniest ever.
AT: You win the award for being most funny.
AT: The funniest ever person to ever live.
AT: For ever more.
AT: But what do you need I'm kinda busy getting ready for...
AT: Uhh... Can't actually remember what for, raccoon situation kinda overruled everything in my brain.

Which was indeed true, he had forgotten something rather important, it was as if the QUEUE of thoughts instead became a STACK and whatever was so very much important got covered by the mess that was raccoon related shenanigans. Your certain there is a topical jokes relating to a name drop here somewhere.
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AT: But yea whats up

 

[SerbianMounted]

==>
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CT: *Forever
CT: And that's what I came to talk to you about.
CT: I was...meant to do something today.
CT: Something important.
CT: I wanted to ask you if you remembered anything in particular I may have mentioned.
CT: Before I go to the trouble of manually reading back my archive log.

 

[Venchi1986]

==>Emma: Pop sickle time.

Oh right, you almost forgot. You exit your room and soon as you enter the hallway you see you SIS' collection. It's not too far of your main interest, but where you focus on the HEROES AND HEROINES she is more interested in the VILLAINS of fairy tales. As such your house is filled with statues and posters of TROLLS, VAMPIRES, OGRES, BIG BAD WOLVES AND SO ON.

As you continue on your way to the kitchen you notice a statue of Sauron when he had still his body. LORD OF THE RINGS, THE MOVIES AND THE BOOKS, is something both you and yous SIS really like so you don't mind this all. The DRACULA POSTER next to it though is a different story as you personally think vampires are a bit overused recently.

==>Emma: Get on with it.

Fine, you head straight to the kitchen without providing anymore exposition about your house but as if to annoy someone wanting you to hurry you move as slow as you like. Eventually however you arrive.

==>Emma: Get a strawberry flavored one.

Well off course.

Now that you have what you came for you hope you don't run into your sister as you want to get your reward back to your room without any strife, literal or figurative.

 

[Orikanyo]

==>
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AT: Uhhhh.... Shit...
AT: Kinda both in that boat tbh.
AT: Like uhh.... Maybe... One of your inventions?
AT: Makeing something?
AT: Playing with your robodoggo?
AT: Takeing a walk outside?


While the last one was most certainly out of character for Mirri, you still got a chuckle out of it.

AT: Playing a game or something?

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[SerbianMounted]

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CT: Sigmund is not something I 'play' with.
CT: I have no idea what would give you that impression Bloxham.
CT: But, yes, a game.
CT: Now I remember. The full release for the 'Sburb' games are out today.
CT: I was interested in it.
CT: Ah, perfect. That solves that mystery.
CT: *Taking *Making
CT: And, HA HA HA.
CT: You are funny. You are the comedy boy, it is you who jokes.
CT: Thank you. Goodbye, Bloxham.

You prepare to put your laptop away and retrieve your GAME DISCS. No doubt they have come in the mail, which you doubt will allow for you to get them anytime soon by normal means. Your NAN is particularly slow at getting the mail, and so many times you have had to put in the effort to LEAVE YOUR ROOM to retrieve any packages you have incoming. A tragedy you realize, but until you can come up with a satisfying alternative, you're shit out of luck.

You captchalogue your LAPTOP, not bothering to check if Matt has responded to your messages. You will quite possibly need it if you are to venture outside of your room. You go over to your closet and dig through some of your personal effects. Ah! Here it is. Your trusty old carboard box. You know, some of the best inventions are the simplest. You put the box over your head and put your hand on the doorknob. You quietly begin to walk outside your ROOM, very, very quietly.​

 

[Checkmate7]

====> And the laptop?
After several square feet and hours of digging, strifing with moles and praerie dogs, treating your wounds, showering and more strifing after they got into the shower you finally find your laptop in your kitchen, exactly where you left it with a cheesecake cooking tutorial paused at the middle. Good thing you found it cuase you were half-convinced that the prairie dogs had stolen it as pay back.

====> Cook something!
Good idea, you decide that you are hungry and a cheesecake is jsut what you need after so much excersice and strife. So you take out the ingredents, follow the tutorial and exactly thirty minutes later your have your cheesecake in a plate and ready to eat.

====> Isn't that a brownie?
You were never good at following the recipe, still brownie's are good enough you decide before digging in. Even if it somehow tastes like mashed potatoes, you think it needs some salt, but it's alright anyway.

====> Share your Potato Brownie with Mom!
Hell no! Mom is in her lab working and she made it perfectly clear that she wasn't to be interrupted for any reason whatsoever. She also made it perfectly clear that you weren't allowed in her lab, lest you break a petri dish and end up sick with a new strain of meningitis again.​

 

[Venchi1986]

==>Emma: Check the mail.

Might as well, honestly you doubt it'll be there but hey it's on the way. A quick glance at the mat in front of
the door reveals that indeed it is too early for the mal to arrive. With the popsicle in your mouth you make your way back upstairs, unaware that YOU FORGOT TO CLOSE THE FRIDGE.

==>Emma: Kill some time with your computer.

you turn on your computer.

==>Emma: What is in the map titled "Ideas"?

Oh that. You are planning on writing a story about you and your three best friends but at the moment you're still working out the basic ideas. All you have so far is that the FOUR OF YOU will be sent on an quest and that your weapon will be some kind of LIGHTNING-SHOOTING POLICE BATON. Yeah, you honestly doubt the story will be too serious.

==>Emma: Interesting, now go talk to one said friends.

Sure, you'll just log in and see if anyone is online and in the mood to talk.

TardigradeTiara [TT] has logged onto Pesterchum.

 

[Eidolon Astronaut]

Venchi1986

You hear a strange NOISE coming from downstairs, sounds almost like some sort of BEEPING?

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SerbianMounted

You enter the HALLWAY, it's pretty hard to see out this thing, but safety is your primary concern.

Once you enter the LIVING ROOM, you see a particularly SLOW-MOVING FIGURE heading to the door. The race is on as you attempt to beat CARL (An elderly, but REAL dog) to the mail before he retrieves it for your NAN.​

 

[Venchi1986]

Looks like you gonna have to wait a bit for your friends to either notice you're online or log in themselves, oh well not like you were in a rush anyway. Might as well just surf the web for a bit now.

==>Emma: What is that beeping noise?

Eh it's probably nothing you'll just ignore it while catching up on your webcomics.

==>Emma: Don't ignore the plot.

Fine you'll go downstairs again even though you haven't been back in your room for a minute. Geeze.

You walk down the stairs past your sister's collection of classic story monsters and villains AGAIN. Before long you're back in the living room, trying to find out where the BEEPING comes from. Not that you really care or anything.