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seekingCylem rolled 1 12-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-12)
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 Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2015 11:35 pm
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Exploring the Campus Grounds with Tamiya!
[ Being at the Edification Center with Tamiya felt like a weird dream. He nearly looked down to make sure he was still wearing his pants. When he'd told Tamiya the only place in town with free-use industrial printers was the Edification Center, he'd expected Tamiya to give up on the pamphlets, if only for the rest of her stay. The idea was laughable in hindsight. Sinter tried not to grimace too much as they wandered aimlessly around the campus.
Truthfully, Sinter liked the Edification Center. He liked Tamiya too, of course, but that didn't stop the two from being so wildly incompatible it put a damper on both. He wanted to get in and out of the facility as fast as possible.
"...This is not where the copiers are," Sinter stated as they showed up at the Comestible Mess. Sinter looked over, only to be unnerved by Tamiya's apparent lack of concern for their detour. Oh no, they were not hanging out.
"C-C'mon, Tamiya! I think they're over... This way!" Sinter did his best to position himself in front of Tamiya and walk off, hopefully herding her away from the crowds of dining trolls.
Sinter had only hoped to hide Tamiya in a building until he could regroup enough to remember where the copiers were. He hadn't expected to get blindsided with the smell of rubber and sweat. Where were they?
Oh. Sinter felt his neck coloring at the mistake. He really hoped Tamiya wouldn't call him on running them both into the Muscle Fortification Facility. ]
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Sypon rolled 1 12-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-12)
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2015 11:56 pm
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seekingCylem rolled 1 12-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-12)
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 12:43 am
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Sypon rolled 1 12-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-12)
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 12:59 am
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tamiya + sinter
[CAMPUS GROUNDS 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12]
[COMESTIBLE MESS 1 2 3 4 5 6]
[MUSCLE FORTIFICATION FACILITY 1 2 3 4 5 6]
[HUSKHUB WORKROOM 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8]
Sinter's previous misdirection was corrected as he walked straight past the guitar player. Tamiya followed closely, her sandals clicking fast and sharp on the ground behind him. Embarrassment aside, he was getting to their next destination with surprising efficiently! Soon, Tamiya and Sinter entered the Huskhub workroom.
Spacious and ... Technological, the room was a foreign creature to the purpleblood. There were large bed scanners and clunky copiers on the sides, with signage above them beseeching students to use the paper and ink resources wisely. Recycling bins filled with paper used to print textbooks was evidence of the misdeeds. Tamiya, however, had a hard time identifying these great beasts. Technology wasn't her bag, and even living in Civisect made her uncomfortable. Mechanical items powered by gas and by forces she could readily understand (natural, miracle driven forces of course) were in her comfort zone. Troll-made items? Less so. The fact that machines such as thermal hulls functioned capably without the psychic forces of lowbloods was more shocking to her than lowblood-powered spaceships themselves.
Tamiya was quite a sight, looming above the huskhubs. She surveyed the trolls in the room. A marshmallowy blueblooded child and a weedy redblood were in the premises as well. The blueblood's lusus appeared to be some unfortunate (but charming) animal bag malady. The redblood's cockroach mother was a sight to see. Nostalgic, but sickening. To think, parents would be out with their children. Teaching them to learn. Tamiya frowned and wandered around a husktop with more disdain than curiosity.
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seekingCylem rolled 1 12-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-12)
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 11:42 pm
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Sascha's exploring the Campus Grounds
He found the Comestible Mess!
[ "UGHHHH.... Groaaan."
Bagwormother loved her child, she really did. At least, this was what she told herself this fine, desert evening. While she typically had the patience of a saint, as it turned out, there was a limited number of times she could stand to hear Sascha say the words "I'm bored," with his face pressed into the couch before all but dragging him down to the Edification Center by his pants. If Sascha was going to complain regardless, he was going to do something productive and safe.
Bagwormother snorted in resolution and Sascha stopped moaning long enough to give her a confused stare. It wasn't like his lusus to be so demanding. It was really throwing him off his game.
Granted he was bored and did actually find the parental aggressiveness of his lusus refreshing, he wasn't so sure he wanted to make it a routine to get pushed around. His pants could only take so much gnawing. While he was pretty sure the Chittentown Edification Center of Higher Schoolfeeding was only slightly more interesting than his couch cushions, he figured he may as well make the best of the night.
Not through learning, though. That was dumb. He was going to get some cheap cafeteria food. He couldn't let his lusus turn him into a nerd that easily!!
Sascha laughed and headed into the Comestible Mess. Bagwormother bounded after in pursuit. ]
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zeflamigo rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 11:56 pm
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Leeroi is exploring the Huskhub Workroom with Psygki!
Feeling the sensation of someone watching him, Leeroi paused his game to find the source. He turned to find a rather frow-browed indigoblood staring him down, and he laughed under his breath at the sight. Not looking away, he reached for Psykgi and shook her by the shoulder. "Get a load of that clown," Leeroi chuckled, doing a very bad job of stifling his laughter. He looked at Psykgi and mockingly imitated Tamiya's face, hardly able to hold the face without sputtering more laughter. "Watch this," he whispered before turning back to Tamiya.
"Hey lady!" Leeroi shouted. He pulled at his cheeks and stuck his tongue out at the indigoblood, making a little "Bleh" noise almost reminiscent to one of the noises his lusus might make. That would teach her to not make faces at him, Leeroi thought, satisfied with his work.
[Campus Grounds: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12]
[Huskhub Workroom: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8]
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Melancholies rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 12:22 am
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Trusci's going to be explore the Comestible Mess with Sascha!
How'd she end up here again?
Oh, right, curiosity. Word on the street from passer-bys talking about things from so-and-so and friends-of-friends. Something about some place in Chittentown for kids and learning, pshh
If this place was a so called hub for trolls her age, then there was bound to be some potential gossip for her to get in on. Her big scoop could be right here, right under her nose, at some unassuming building in the middle of the desert! Contriving a reason to make it all the way out here wasn't easy, but she doubted her lusus and her twin would miss her much. They might notice her absence, sure, if only because there'd be a large void of sound and rambunctious activity. Peace came at an eerie price for the Modsats.
The place seemed interesting enough at first glance, if not a little bland. At least it seemed packed with activity. She'd be here for learning, totally; the kind of learning about secrets and socialization. Her tiny shiny shoes brought her coasting through the grounds, ending up in a large room that she could easily distinguish by smell.
Not that she was hungry, no, her trials brought her instead to a large machine. She could differentiate the scent immediately; it was something she recalled from times at the market back home, fresh and brewed and completely off-limits, as Duckmom persisted. Her tiny hands quickly found a cup of the warm hustle, eager to drown the beverage in milks and sugars and whatever else sweet that she could reach. The taste wasn't the same as it smelled—it never was—but it was sweet enough, good enough, the fix she sure as hell didn't need but sourly craved.
Time slowed and It was then that the gravity of the situation started to weigh on her, noticing the abundance of children and lusii around her. She wasn't bothered by crowds of course, but habit had her grouping towards those on the lower edge of the caste anyway. Definitely away from those highbloods. Suddenly it was a little too turbulent to concentrate, and Trusci was never fond of being unable to hear herself think
She spied a yellowblood like herself near by, a stout looking creature paddling around after him, and quickly decided to take up residence next to him. It was noisy—it was simply loud. She couldn't make heads or tails of the cacophony, quickly losing interest. "This place is kinda lame, huh?"
Comestible Mess 1 2 3 4 5 6
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seekingCylem rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 3:42 pm
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Melancholies rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 1:32 pm
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Trusci's exploring the Comestible Mess with Sascha!
Trusci couldn't help but crack a little smirk at the comment. It was rare for her to find someone with humor as dry as hers, or at least most of the trolls she knew didn't have that sort of snap to their bark to make listening very worthwhile. Maybe luck had smiled down on her, maybe things wouldn't be so boring. The hot hustle in her hand never tasted better.
Or, well, she supposed it could have. She didn't doubt the situation, optimistic it wouldn't turn sour (or monotonous like she first expected), but her initial first impression was quickly shattered when the like-minded yellowblood slipped to the floor.
"Man, I wish I had that kind of grace," Trusci said jovially, harmless, but still somewhat of a sneer as she tried to (and failed) hide her smirk behind the warm container of liquid in her hands. Oh well. She gave a quick glance over the rest of the comestible, wondering among the various groups if anyone else saw. Unfortunately for her (though perhaps fortunately for this lowblooded stranger), it seemed most everyone was busy with their own cliques and groups and gossip. Tch. A spectacle could have been hilarious.
But at least she wasn't totally cruel. They were both yellowbloods, and she felt the inklings of camaraderie. Though she still couldn't hide her snickering, she offered a hand down "Need some-snrk-help?"
Comestible Mess 1 2 3 4 5 6
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seekingCylem rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2015 4:29 pm
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DraconicFeline rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 5:43 am
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[Psykgi is exploring the Huskhub workroom with Leeroi]
[CAMPUS GROUNDS 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12]
[HUSKHUB WORKROOM 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8]
Quote: Someone forgot to log out of their huskhub. They were looking at pictures of kittens.
”I agree!” Psykgi would rather watch him play pinball, too. Even though the typing games had kicked her a** majorly, they wouldn't be very interesting to watch. Or play, really.
She sat back to watch him play the absurdly hypnotizing game – she'd have to see what her psychology books said about pinball and its plethora of sparkly lights, if they said anything at all. She decided that they should say something. She'd study it and write it herself.
Ma'am, of course, noticed when the highblood walked in. Several of her noticed, a few more of her coming out from various places on her troll's person to take notice and try to direct Psy's attention to them. Highbloods meant influence, and thus Psykgi should approach them and talk to them and network. No cautious mom was Ma'am – her baby would succeed.
Except Psykgi was more interested in watching pinball at that moment. It was so fun looking, its deceptively simple rules masked by complicated conditions and shiny graphics.
Ma'am was about to protest when a few of her were displaced by the blueblood's shaking. Psykgi looked over at the purpleblood. Goodness she thought, A juggalo! This one was certainly tall and glar-y – fairly rude, but what did one expect out of their facinating and twisted minds?
Normally, she would have been very into talking to the purpleblood and being a good little suckup/networker, just like Ma'am wanted. But she couldn't help it – Leeroi's imitation was too excellent. She giggled, a little chittering behind the sound, covering her mouth demurely as he proceeded to taunt the highblood with the best sound ever. As she turned her head to watch the purpleblood's reaction, she noticed a hub full of... kittens! How delightful!
Ma'am did not find it delightful. Ma'am was pissed. Her normally obedient troll was acting out, and it was all this blueblood's fault. Ma'am was all for playing along with a highblood, but there was an even higher blood in the room, and her troll knew that! And was joining in the mockery! With a smirk on her face! No... this was bad.
Ma'am... several of her... fluttered uneasily, the rest of the nearby cluster of the swarm gathering nearby. In the ceiling, in the walls, in the floor, in Psykgi's shoes, ready to swarm out to her trolls defense if Psykgi's disobedience led to dire consequenes.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 12:22 pm
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Tamiya was being summoned. She swiveled to look at the blueblood across the room in time for him to pull grotesque faces, calling upon the sound of some kind of horn-man-beast to taunt and disgrace her. Yes. The pillowy highblood and his odd red friend were making fun of her, likely for her appearance and standing as a clown alone.
She snarled. This shitfaced little blue dickwhip tentchafing ********> They disrespected her faith. This blueblood was disrespecting her, to her face. Did he think he could get away with it because he was a blueblood? The thought smoldered in her thinkpan. Tamiya's threshold for insolence was low enough already, but in addition there were very specific ways that juggalos handled affronts to their religion. Unfortunately, she didn't have an axe on hand.
"Sinter, make copies of these. I am going to put an end to this recalcitrant bucket crust."
She thrust her flyer into his arms and stalked directly up to the two, noting the large lusus monstrosity as well as the many cockroaches that made up the other child's lusus. She was confident, however, in her abilities (not to mention her rage fogging her judgement). Tamiya reached down immediately and grabbed Leeroi by the front of his hoodie, aiming to pull him out of his seat while she bent at the waist. If looks could kill, she would have seared a hole so large in Leeroi's skull that one could see through it and out the other side. "Listen, you little ********," Tamiya began, spitting each consonant into Leeroi's face. "I will destroy your teeny tiny shitbaby life if you pull that ******** again, Messiahs help me."
She threw him back down and stood straight up, looking straight at (????) Glitch now with a serious stare. "You would do well to keep your wiggler in line, miss. And you," she gestured to all of the roaches, eyes darting to each of them. "Should be ******** ashamed."
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 3:25 pm
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Leeroi stared at Tamiya with an amused smirk plastered on his face, unshaken by her grapple. He allowed he to finish her rant, and raised an eyebrow at her. Who did she think she was, trying to scare him? Certainly her make-up was disastrously frightening, but it wasn't enough to make someone like him back down. If anything, it gave him more motivation to retaliate.
And he did. He took a deep breath, stuck his tongue out and blew raspberries at her face. Glitch, with a horrified scream, dashed forward and butted the child out of Tamiya's grasp. She grabbed him by the hood and flung him onto her back, running to the back of the workroom. Leeroi whined, disoriented and upset at being removed from the action.
He looked back at Tamiya. He was not finished, not by a long shot. "You think you're so tough, huh? Well, come and ******** get me!" He shouted. He brought his hands to his temples like he was imitating an antlerbeast and wiggled his fingers, blowing more raspberries at the indigoblood.
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Melancholies rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 12:33 am
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Trusci's exploring the Comestible Mess with Sascha!
"Oh god dude,"
Trusci hand to hand it to herself. Being privy to this sort of sight was probably one of the best things she ever had the pleasure of viewing. She snrked again for good measure when the yellowblood noticed the soda on his hands, and gave an equally dismissive wave as her offer was turned down, "Appreciate it."
She couldn't help but snort at the fellow trolls' sarcasm, "Well next Troll Knievel, gotta' say that while that was all pretty exceptional, I'm just—" her eyes glanced around the room "—scoping the place out I guess, yeah. Pretty lame if you ask me, but this place has it perks I guess," she motioned to the hustle in her hand, now nearly empty, entirely too gratifying.
"Sure would be somethin' though if someone started like," a smirk played on her lips, mischievous gleam in her eyes fueled by unadulterated sugar "a food fight or somethin, I dunno."
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DraconicFeline rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 6:59 pm
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[Psykgi is exploring the Huskhub workroom with Leeroi]
[CAMPUS GROUNDS 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12]
[HUSKHUB WORKROOM 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8]
Quote: These huskhubs have pinball installed on them! This huskhub in particular has one name in the top score chart: LEE.
Psykgi watched with delighted interest as the juggalo made her(?) threats. This was – probably luckily for her – the first time she had ever seen a highblood doing properly pathogenic things. She was a little disappointed that it wasn't turning violent – she was curious to see what would happen – but she did like Leeroi, so she supposed it was for the best that his fascinating lusus had rescued him.
She smiled pleasantly at the purpleblood in turn as Ma'am readied her swarm. ”Oh? Goodness, ashamed?” She checked the screen on the pinball game – the score was already higher. Leeroi would probably be pleased. ”Whyever so?”
Ma'am was not so much ashamed as frustrated. Normally her troll was easier to handle. She fluttered her membranous wings in frustration.
One of her number crawled into Glitch's strange mane, cheeping a communication. It was time, Ma'am said to the horse beast, to get their charges out of there, didn't she agree? If she could understand cockroach.
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