2 - Voice/Text
Jul. 4th, 2012 09:49 am[She sounds thoughtful - almost cautious - as she speaks, and keeps hesitating every now and then. Communication, how do?]
...am I really supposed to be trying to catch these critters? They all seem plenty happy where they are, but people keep talkin' about catching them.
It'd be nice to have more company, but I don't want to drag them out of their homes.
[Later, there's a text post.]
[It's supposed to be hidden from Zulf, but Zia cannot pokégear and has no idea that the ability to do that even exists. So instead she's going with text only and not signing the message. And completely forgetting that it'll attach her trainer ID to it.
Capitalization and punctuation are still scary concepts, she might somehow know what all these new symbols are but it still feels really strange compared to Caelondian writing. But she has managed to get her head around fonts. So this message is in a bright pink pokémon world equivalent of comic sans.]
does anyone know the best way to make someone smile someone went away and my friend is sad and i want to be able to make them happy again but im not very good at it
if people go away from here do they go back home is there a way to stop it i dont think i want to go back
[And the message ends with a few lines of cheerful rolling COMPLETELY OUT OF PLACE Igglybuff emoticons. She likes emoticons.]
...am I really supposed to be trying to catch these critters? They all seem plenty happy where they are, but people keep talkin' about catching them.
It'd be nice to have more company, but I don't want to drag them out of their homes.
[Later, there's a text post.]
[It's supposed to be hidden from Zulf, but Zia cannot pokégear and has no idea that the ability to do that even exists. So instead she's going with text only and not signing the message. And completely forgetting that it'll attach her trainer ID to it.
Capitalization and punctuation are still scary concepts, she might somehow know what all these new symbols are but it still feels really strange compared to Caelondian writing. But she has managed to get her head around fonts. So this message is in a bright pink pokémon world equivalent of comic sans.]
does anyone know the best way to make someone smile someone went away and my friend is sad and i want to be able to make them happy again but im not very good at it
if people go away from here do they go back home is there a way to stop it i dont think i want to go back
[And the message ends with a few lines of cheerful rolling COMPLETELY OUT OF PLACE Igglybuff emoticons. She likes emoticons.]
1 - Video/Action in New Bark Town
Jun. 18th, 2012 07:22 pmI wasn’t much expecting this development.
[It’s a slight understatement, but for now the pokégear is too interesting to say anything more. She turns the device in her hands, revealing New Bark Town behind her, her knees in the grass and a black and white creature staring at the device as intently as she is, before finally showing her face. She’s eyeing the touchscreen of the pokégear rather than the camera, giving the distinct impression that the fact that she’s started to send a message out is the only thing keeping her from pressing all of the buttons to see what those ones do.
The girl’s pale. Very pale, actually, and little on the scruffy side, there’s not always enough water to spare in the Bastion for baths or washing clothes. Her skin almost looks gray and an onlooker could be forgiven for thinking that she was very unwell as a result, but her eyes are wide with curiosity and her face practically glowing underneath the dirt with amazement. Her expression changes after a moment, as it dawns on her that people can see her, to one of unease. After a little more staring at the touchscreen, one hand hovering above the pokégear, the communication abruptly switches to voice only. Her voice suddenly becomes more cheerful when it does, filled with the kind of pride that comes from victory over an inanimate object.]
I’m looking for a man called Rucks. Caelondian. Old. Likes the sound of his own voice. [As for her own voice? It seems to be something she's struggling a little with if the way she's sticking to very short and one-word sentences is any indication. She doesn't seem unhappy at all but she certainly sounds a little overwhelmed. She pauses, takes a very deep breath, and continues when she feels ready to tackle the daunting task that is speaking in full sentences.] He walks with a stick an' wears Micia’s star.
And I’ve lost my harp guitar. If anyone’s seen it, it’s very important to me. I’d appreciate its return.
[If it bothers her much that she’s suddenly in a new place full of monsters, she’s not showing it. If she can just find Rucks then he’ll know what to do, after all. Not much sense in panicking, not when she’s all but certain that there’s nothing she can do. There’s a long pause, in which she starts singing along to the music cheerfully, before she finally finds the button to end the communication.]
[It’s a slight understatement, but for now the pokégear is too interesting to say anything more. She turns the device in her hands, revealing New Bark Town behind her, her knees in the grass and a black and white creature staring at the device as intently as she is, before finally showing her face. She’s eyeing the touchscreen of the pokégear rather than the camera, giving the distinct impression that the fact that she’s started to send a message out is the only thing keeping her from pressing all of the buttons to see what those ones do.
The girl’s pale. Very pale, actually, and little on the scruffy side, there’s not always enough water to spare in the Bastion for baths or washing clothes. Her skin almost looks gray and an onlooker could be forgiven for thinking that she was very unwell as a result, but her eyes are wide with curiosity and her face practically glowing underneath the dirt with amazement. Her expression changes after a moment, as it dawns on her that people can see her, to one of unease. After a little more staring at the touchscreen, one hand hovering above the pokégear, the communication abruptly switches to voice only. Her voice suddenly becomes more cheerful when it does, filled with the kind of pride that comes from victory over an inanimate object.]
I’m looking for a man called Rucks. Caelondian. Old. Likes the sound of his own voice. [As for her own voice? It seems to be something she's struggling a little with if the way she's sticking to very short and one-word sentences is any indication. She doesn't seem unhappy at all but she certainly sounds a little overwhelmed. She pauses, takes a very deep breath, and continues when she feels ready to tackle the daunting task that is speaking in full sentences.] He walks with a stick an' wears Micia’s star.
And I’ve lost my harp guitar. If anyone’s seen it, it’s very important to me. I’d appreciate its return.
[If it bothers her much that she’s suddenly in a new place full of monsters, she’s not showing it. If she can just find Rucks then he’ll know what to do, after all. Not much sense in panicking, not when she’s all but certain that there’s nothing she can do. There’s a long pause, in which she starts singing along to the music cheerfully, before she finally finds the button to end the communication.]
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Name: Chesca
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AIM/MSN: AIM: punchingturtles
Timezone: GMT
Current Characters in Route: None!
( If I could be anyplace I wanted, I'd stay right here. )
