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Thread: In the Eve (Mr. M & Cpl. Bunny)

Wynn broke off her conversation with Arthur as Bando came up. She turned her intense gaze on him, seeming to look right through his skull. After the Genetic Drift, many people had different-colored eyes, but Wynn's were particularly striking left eye a piercing aquamarine, right eye a startling violet. Bando, I'm pleased you made it, she said in her husky voice. If she were closer to Bando's age, he might have thought that voice sexy, but considering she was of the same generation as his grandmother, his libido was undisturbed. Bando, you're the first of our actual trained scouts to show up. We need you to do a job. She turned to a nearby shelf and gave him two of the tribe's ancient treasures a hand-cranked LED flashlight and a crumbling bit of luminescent chalk. We need you to scout the exit tunnel, the deep path. It's been checked about a month ago, on schedule, but we have to be certain none of these creatures have gotten in. There might also have been cave-ins or the like. Can you do it? Bando sighed. Ottar was usually better at this kind of thing one of his traits was echolocation, so he wouldn't have even needed the flashlight. But Ottar wasn't here, and he was. And this was an important job the whole tribe's survival relied on their escape. Of course, Reverent Wynn. I'll do my best. He took the materials and looked around. Shall I start right now? Wynn sent the small young man on his way, then turned back to Arthur, as he was organizing the others on which goods to pack for travel. I'm serious, Arthur I think the other communities need to be warned. Look how we have been caught by surprise. And I know you're going to say we need to worry about ourselves and our own people first, but I think we need to do both at the same time. We need to find refuge elsewhere, but no single community can accept all of us they don't have the resources. We need to spread out, and warn people as we go.
Thread: In the Eve (Mr. M & Cpl. Bunny)

Below the surface of the ridge, most of the collapsed structure was understandably filled in by dirt and water that had filtered down, plant roots, rotting structural elements, and so forth. Through all of this, certain pockets and passages remained, and they had been cleared and kept clear by the villagers over the years. This was an old village, as such things go, and the Warehouse was older still. There were ladders and guide rails made of woven vines, the common material for the village ropes, and the surface of the tunnel was earth, packed by the passage of many feet over many years, edged and wallpapered by lichen and fungus. Though it was formed by the girders and pipes and cable and drywall of whatever skyrise structure this had been in antiquity, it might as well have been a natural cave at this point. And like most natural caves, it had no natural illumination, and very little natural ventilation. The escape party would likely use lanterns, candles, and torches, but Bando didn't want to use up the available oxygen that quickly, so he used the flashlight on minimum setting, just one LED shining out of its cracked plastic lens. He had to stop every few minutes and wind the hand-crafted wooden handle to charge up the ancient, many-times-repaired batteries, just so he could continue to actually see ahead of him. Thankfully, his eyes were good enough, sensitive enough due to his traits, that he didn't need much more than that. It was nerve-wracking, though. He knew that above him, around him, the monsters were prowling, people he knew were still fleeing, perhaps dying. For all he knew, one of them could be waiting beyond the next curve in the passage. And he wasn't going just to the ext at the end of the ridge, what used to be the base of the building. No, that was the shallow path he was supposed to scout out the deep path, to go to the older tunnels even further below the jungle floor, and scout the more than a mile of passage there, as well. He tried to calm himself, using some of the techniques his old sensei had instilled in him and the others. A scout cannot be as effective if his mind is in turmoil from fear. Bando took a moment and focused on one of the Power Animals in his mind's eye. He chose the Great Bird of the Galaxy, who was said to be as a great owl of stars, watching over all with a feeling of great peace and acceptance of infinite diversity in infinite combination. Infinite recombination, in fact. He already felt calmer before he started his mantra. Since he was alone, he murmured it aloud, barely audible as he padded silently through the passage, the rote repetition of the ancient words and phrases helping him focus, pull his mind back from fear. Now, everybody's heard about the Bird, he whispered solemnly, Bird, Bird, Bird. Bird is the Word. Bird, Bird, Bird. Bird is the Word...
Thread: In the Eve (Mr. M & Cpl. Bunny)

Far, far away, in a lightly-wooded hollow near a watering hole on the savanna, a young woman jolted awake. It was a Dream, not a normal nightly random firing of neurons, but a Dream. She wasn't sure whether it was a Dream of the future or the present. She had only Dreamed of the past on four occasions, and those were very significant, so, given the content of the Dream, she hoped it wasn't the past. Horrible monsters, killing, rampaging, generally being unstoppable. It actually wasn't the first time she'd had such a Dream, even with these kind of beasts. She didn't know what it meant, yet, but hoped she'd find out soon, so they would stop. As the fragments of the Dream cleared, she found herself standing, panting, barefoot and in her sleeping shift. Her Apocalypse Blade was in her hands, poised and ready, humming gently. She stared at it in shock this must really have been a powerful Dream if she was already in fighting mode. She shut it off, and as the mechanism hummed down to safety, she looked around. Her campsite was in tatters, her lean-to tent cleanly bisected, without even frayed edges on the cloth. That's what an Apocalypse Blade was capable of, but it bothered her that she'd been so taken by the Dream, she'd wrecked her own things before even waking up. This is... bad, Alice Anjambe muttered, but there was no one to hear her but the grasses and the rocks.
Thread: Vanquished

Bonjour Cheri, Pardon me for my absence, for I will be a ghost for the next three weeks or so. I will be heading off to Minnesota tomorrow and will be unable to post since I will be so busy making sure everything is set and ready. Then, I'll be going over to my sister's house and helping her set up for her wedding, then its the wedding, and only the Goddess knows what will happen afterwards. If you require me for any reason, please don't hesitate to send me a PM, I will be getting it and respond as soon as I am able. Goddess Bless, Notte
Thread: CONTEST!

Can anyone tell me what this means? !-- m --a classpostlink href ... laying.coma!-- m -- The winner gets something, dunno what yet.
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Umm... google couldn't find us? listulistu
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It means your google search skills suck?
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You both lose. Next?
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But I wanted something shiny. D listulistu
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puts in obvious Google search doesn't work if you put link in front of it for websites?
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Also wrong.
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Something tells me that it's a link that didn't work previously.
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Means it can't find a bluemoon link on any of the websites it has listed. It would imply that blue moon is not a link on any site google bothers with, well at least not that it can pick up.
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We aren't indexed by Google. oo
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Ahah. Nevermind, I was thinking of something else.
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That google won't take you to the main landing page, and instead, just takes you to the forums? that, or it brings up this as the first result. bluemoonroleplaying.darkbb.com
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try putting a space after the '' that. cause I forget it's name atm.
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Anansi said Means it can't find a bluemoon link on any of the websites it has listed. It would imply that blue moon is not a link on any site google bothers with, well at least not that it can pick up. Click to expand... Anansi wins! So tell me, boys and girls. why are there NO links to Blue Moon floating around Google's index? Anansi, er... I guess a title of your choosing? Sound good?
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Well, Bluemoons link is mostly passed via forum or private forms of communication. That and the fact that due to its 18 and up status many larger role playing communities for younger users wont promote it as a possible interest.Id say whore the name out there, oh a title, hmm do I get a pretty color too? Hmmm Whats a good title, want something I wont get bored of and hate myself for picking....choices
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PM it to me when you decide.
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Why not put BM on Stumble upon or somethin?
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Anansi said Why not put BM on Stumble upon or somethin? Click to expand... Well, I've never heard of that site - Why haven't you?
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Trygon said Anansi said Why not put BM on Stumble upon or somethin? Click to expand... Well, I've never heard of that site - Why haven't you? Click to expand... Ill do it then, put bluemoon out into a few places, see what comes in, Ill keep most of em adult places
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Got in not too long ago..beat tired..will promulgate bm tmr
Thread: The Pirate & The Stowaway (JosieAnna & I)

His fingers drummed across the table in the tavern, his nails clicking and scratching against the hardened, gnarled wood of the oaken construction.I hate recruiting he grumbled before knocking back the rest of his grog.He'd rejected every single man who'd applied, for the simple fact they were all sissies, men who'd not worked a day in there miserable lives.Then again, what would one expect from one of the richest of port cities but silly nobles wanting to play swashbuckle.The worn and faded straps of his boots gave a dull shine in the firelight of the tavern as he contemplated his next set of moves, his crew had been suffering a morale low lately so they'd stopped at port to raise spirits...if productivity hadn't been an issue he'd have worked his men to the bone by then. Tossing a few dubloons on the table he stood up, smoothing out the ruffled old coat he wore, the buckles on which were worn nearly through.His hair fell down his back in long matted blond tendrils, dirty and unkempt, sprawling out from under the tri-coned sailors hat he wore, a fetching black colour, in which strange trinkets and other odd ends were hung.A tattoo sprawled up his neck, visible just under the collar, and his ears had small spacers in them.He was a deeply superstitious man, trusting in strange forces and old beliefs to guide him, and it had proven to work so far. Stepping out of the Tavern he took a long draw of the salty sea-side air before beginning the long walk back to the cabin of his ship, having never been able to sleep on land, much preferring the rolling deck of a ship.
Thread: The Pirate & The Stowaway (JosieAnna & I)

Joanna stood near the docks, her long, wavy, dark brown hair streaming in the wind, just the same way her long blue skirt was billowing. She was looking over the information that her spies had just given her. She knew what she needed, and now she knew where it was. The only real question was how to get there. Staring at the sails, she thought over the list of ships and their destinations, having already memorized it. There was one leaving in the morning, and it would dock close to where she needed to go. The only question left was how to get there. Turning away from the docks, she began walking down the road heading towards town. Several people in town owed her favors, and she intended to call them in. Three hours later, the sun had set and she was ready. Although, there were few that would still call her a she. Her long hair had been cut to just below her ears. Her ample breasts were no longer noticable threw the white billowy shirt and the cloths that bound them. She wore black pants tucked into boots of the same color. What hair she had left was tucked up under her hat, and soot smeared her face. She made sure to hunch over as she walked down the docks, trying to walk the way she'd seen the sailor's walking, but not quite mastering it. Finding the ship she wanted, she looked around to make sure no one was really paying attention before walking aboard. Making sure to stay hidden from anyone who might be aboard the ship, she quickly made her way down to the cargo hold to hide, hopefully for the duration of the voyage.
Thread: The Pirate & The Stowaway (JosieAnna & I)

It wasn't more than an hour later the crew of the ship returned, hungover and each sipping the very hair of the dog that bit them the night prior.It wasn't hard to tell by the thick accents and general lack of manners in tone what kind of ship it was...Pirates.The conversations on deck could be heard down below through the various holes in the deck.Aye, the cappin been off in his own world lately I been noticing one man stated, to which the next replied Ye, seems to me he be losing the will to lead.The banter went back and forth as the crew prepared and set sail. It had been a little after sunrise the captain rose, stepping out on deck and growling as the sting of the sun hit his eye, for not but a rusted old ball magnet lay in the other socket, the magnet to his compass he always kept safe incase some wise ass decided he wanted a mutiny, for it was the only compass on board, for a reason.Tighten the slack on that line! he bellowed out sourly as he trumped down to the cargo hold, his boots clinking across the deck as he descended down the stairs.Bloody lazy sons of dogmeat he grumbled as he began rummaging around the stores.Trade a hundred of them for one bloody hardworker he stated, slipping a bottle of rum from a crate and dusting it off. With a sigh he uncorked the beverage and took a deep swill, shuddering before downing it, wafting the aroma of the open bottle before he froze.There was another scent in the cargo hold, an unfamiliar one, and when a man knew his ship as well as he did...unfamiliar things ment danger.His fingers slid into his coat, wrapping around the handle of his loaded pistol as he gazed around, trying to pin the source of the heavenly aroma.
Thread: The Pirate & The Stowaway (JosieAnna & I)

Joanna spent the time before the crew returned getting used to the gentle sway of the ship as she walked around, trying to figure out what kind of cargo the ship held. From this, she strongly suspected that she would be traveling with pirates even before she heard the crew. Upon hearing them, she sighed softly. A rather unfortunate developement, that, she thought to herself. Hearing the hints of displeasure in many of the crew, Joanna decided she'd have to be more careful than usual to avoid getting caught. Keep your crew for one more voyage, and then you can have as many mutinies as you want. Just get me where I need to be first. Not long after the ship set sail, the girl gave into exhaustion. She hadn't truly slept in almost three days, and they hadn't been the easiest of days to begin with. So, confident that even if she was found, she would be mistaken for a boy and simply hauled into service, she allowed her body to accustom itself to the motion of the ship enough to fall asleep. When the captain came down for his rum, she was fast asleep in a darkened corner. It wasn't likely that he'd see her just by looking, but nor was it likely that she'd wake up and hide better while he searched for her.
Thread: The Pirate & The Stowaway (JosieAnna & I)

He was nearly out of the hold, ready to give up when he noticed her.It had been a fluke, the deck had rolled and the setting sun flashed through a porthole to give him a glance of her, or a him he thought.A scowl played across his face as he stepped over.Sleepin aye? he said, uncorking the rum and upending it onto the boy to attempt and wake him.GIT YER SCURVY ARSE UP!.
Thread: The Pirate & The Stowaway (JosieAnna & I)

Joanna stirred a little in her sleep as the sun hit her face. When he spoke to her, she awoke completely and was able to move away enough that the rum wouldn't drench her shirt, making the bands around her breasts obvious. She scrambled to her feet, a little wary. Being caught hadn't been in her plan. Looking at him, she tried to think of how to play this. She wasn't sure who he was, but she thought he was probably the captain. Tread carefully, Jo, she warned herself. Ye the cappin? she asked, her voice deep, her eyes taking in everything, just in case he decided to fight his stowaway.
Thread: The Pirate & The Stowaway (JosieAnna & I)

He shoved the woman, or as he thought man, against the wall.AYE I BE THE CAPPIN....and I don't take kindly to stowaways on my ship, so ye best think of a good reason for being here or I'm gonna string your bowels from the stern to the bow he said deep and gutturally, obviously in a bad mood.His breath stunk of rum and fish, and his hair was matted and dirty, but strangely he was almost handsome.He was rather young for a captain, only just in his late twenties, his eyes a scolding jade and his face stern and shaped.
Thread: The Pirate & The Stowaway (JosieAnna & I)

Joanna gasped as she was pressed against the wall, something that could give away her true identity, if one looked closely enough. Smelling the captain's breath, she wrinkled her nose and turned her face away, attempting to breathe in the air not fouled by his breath. Thinking quickly, there was only one excuse that she could come up with. Adventure, sir. I need adventure, but I knew ye wouldn't 'ave 'ired me on, so I snuck aboard. She drew in a large breath, the bands around her breasts threatening to break, then looked back at him. Once she got over the smell of the rum, she had to admit that he was quite attractive...which gave her the idea that she could barter passage with...something else, if this didn't work. Stop it! You're supposed to be a boy for this voyage! Not one who likes other boys, either! she scolded herself mentally.
Thread: The Pirate & The Stowaway (JosieAnna & I)

His eyes narrowed dangerously, his thumb itching against the handle of the pistol in his coat.He grumbled as he thought for a moment.Can ye cook lad? he asked, raising an eyebrow.I should hope so, It might just be yer savin grace.Me last cook nearly killed me with badly prepared fish.Needless to say I keelhauled him and he didn't make it.A smirk slid across his face as he continued, The job be yers if ya want it...otherwise yer gonna be long overdue to get to port he warned.
Thread: The Pirate & The Stowaway (JosieAnna & I)

Joanna stared at him for a moment before answering. Aye, sir. I make a decent cook. After listening to his story, she smiled a little. I certainly won' poisin ye, she promised, her eyes sparkling as she realized that he wasn't going to kick her off the ship. Where be the kitchen, then? she said, pushing away from the wall.
Thread: The Pirate & The Stowaway (JosieAnna & I)

Good he said in a much lighter tone, backing off of her and turning on his heel.Striding back over to the rum racks he grabbed a fresh bottle and spun about.Your name?....I can't well introduce you to the crew if ye've got no name he stated casually.He was glad to have a new cook, none of the other crew dared touch the humiliating and dangerous position.Few had lived who'd cooked the captain bad food, and fewer still actually cooked good food.
Thread: The Pirate & The Stowaway (JosieAnna & I)

Name? Erm, J-Jack, she stuttered, making it up on the spot. She quickly followed the captain. Growing up in a family with no adults, and being the eldest girl, saying she made a decent cook was a bit of an understatement. She'd even cooked on ships before. But she was still nervous about how well this would turn out, seeing as everyone had their bad days and she'd spent most of the last week being nervous. She was exceptionally worried about what she'd have to work with in the kitchen.
Thread: The Pirate & The Stowaway (JosieAnna & I)

He strode upon the deck and immediately the crew turned to gaze at the unfamiliar face.We keelhaulin this one cap? one asked with an expectant grin.The captains own face had a sneer of delight, but he shook his head.Nay....say hello to the new cook boys he stated.Jack be his name, and food he shall tame.With fingers so nimble a thumb and a thimble, food he shall cook for all men simple he spoke eloquently.Now lad...git down under deck and git t'work on lunch.Higgins here'll escort ye he stated, gesturing over the navigator.This way the man said in a deep rich voice, gesturing for the skinny lad to follow as he headed beneath deck.
Thread: The Pirate & The Stowaway (JosieAnna & I)

Joanna was careful to notice everything around her as she followed the captain, then had to do her best not to stare at him as he spoke to the crew. Why, the man could be a poet, she thought to herself then shook off the thought. Hearing the captain's orders, she followed Higgins below deck to see what she could put together for the noon meal. Being so close to port still, she thought they might have some meat, with which she could make a stew.
Thread: The Pirate & The Stowaway (JosieAnna & I)

The cupboards were nearly bare and the stores were all dry goods.There was a rain-catch with fresh water, a benefit not many ships enjoyed, it seemed the captain was rather sharp.Ain't much t'cook with on this wreck, but I'm sure ye can think something up Higgins stated.Just a tip....the captain loves it salty, tough, and dry he instructed before he left her in the dank and somewhat moldy kitchen.A thin layer of dust covered the cutting boards and there were cobwebs in all the pots and pans, obviously nothing had been cooked in a while.It was more likely they'd simply ate the raw drygoods.
Thread: The Pirate & The Stowaway (JosieAnna & I)

Joanna looked around the kitchen and didn't immediately have a brainstorm for a meal, so she decided that cleaning the pots and pans, and making the kitchen look at least close to sanitary was the place to begin. As she cleaned, she whistled and scoured her brain for something to cook. In the end, she made a bread and found some potatoes to make a soup, hoping the captain would approve.