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Feb 09, 2013 11:39AM
Pretend to speak as your character and interact with other peoples'. This is usually done in an IM chat format. You guys know what you're doing.
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Oooh! I will join as soon as my charactors are deveoped more.
Me: Cara, what does your name mean to you? Cara: To me, it means that I am beloved.
Me: Where are you today?
Cara: Sitting next to you, idiot.
Me: Why do you have to be so mean?
Cara: I'm not mean! Right, Isabelle?
Isabelle: I don't want to answer that.
Me & Cara: ANSWER IT!
Isabelle:...
Me: Do you guys even have personalities anymore?
Fate: If my personality can weather several millenia without social interaction, it can handle a few months of your ignorance.
Me: Alright, that's a very strong "yes". But you're kind of the only developed one anymore, and you're not even a person.
Fate: I don't need your "friendly" reminder.
Me: Now you're too sarcastic. Sheesh. Do all my characters become jerks when I don't write?
Marin: Most of them, yeah.
Me: You seem okay.
Marin: I am. I said "most", remember? Sam is doing okay, too.
Me: So many air quotes. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO YOU GUYS?
Everyone: *silence*
Me: *sigh* I need a new story idea.
Amelia: So you can keep ignoring the rest of us?
Me: I forgot you were sassy. DAGNABBIT.
Fate: If my personality can weather several millenia without social interaction, it can handle a few months of your ignorance.
Me: Alright, that's a very strong "yes". But you're kind of the only developed one anymore, and you're not even a person.
Fate: I don't need your "friendly" reminder.
Me: Now you're too sarcastic. Sheesh. Do all my characters become jerks when I don't write?
Marin: Most of them, yeah.
Me: You seem okay.
Marin: I am. I said "most", remember? Sam is doing okay, too.
Me: So many air quotes. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO YOU GUYS?
Everyone: *silence*
Me: *sigh* I need a new story idea.
Amelia: So you can keep ignoring the rest of us?
Me: I forgot you were sassy. DAGNABBIT.
Me: So it goes like this.Andrew: Nooooo it doesn't.
Olive: So sassy.
Lily: Since when are you so sarcastic?
Swift: I don't know, since she met you? When you get stupid questions you bring up the sass.
Adam: BURN.
Miles: Calm down people.
Geraldine: Finally!
Me: Do you guys operate on fuzzy logic?
Simon: Gee, thanks a lot.
Maxine: I like fuzzy logic!
Me: I should talk to characters besides Fate. Lance, I'd choose you, but you're funniest when you're sleep-deprived, so I think I'll save that.
Lance: Are you implying that I'm less interesting when I function like a normal human being? Because that's probably true.
Kae: Lance, you're always interesting... in your own way.
Me: Great. Three lines in and they're already flirting.
Rhett: *tentatively* So you still haven't re-written the lost chapter?
Me: No. I miss it so much. I don't think I can ever recapture what I wrote the first time. Curse that laptop for dying on me.
Lance: I miss the chapter too, but in the laptop's defense, it was pretty old.
Me: I did love that laptop... So many good times were had.
Kae: So many words were written.
Rhett: So many instances of the passive voice were used.
Marin: Mood-killer.
Rhett: Someone has to say it.
Marin: And that someone always seems to be you.
Me: I can't with all this random sexual tension bursting everywhere. Stahp.
Sam: *laughs* You mean sexual tension or your over-analyzing everyone's interactions that are actually pretty normal?
Me: It's tumblr's fault.
Lance: Are you implying that I'm less interesting when I function like a normal human being? Because that's probably true.
Kae: Lance, you're always interesting... in your own way.
Me: Great. Three lines in and they're already flirting.
Rhett: *tentatively* So you still haven't re-written the lost chapter?
Me: No. I miss it so much. I don't think I can ever recapture what I wrote the first time. Curse that laptop for dying on me.
Lance: I miss the chapter too, but in the laptop's defense, it was pretty old.
Me: I did love that laptop... So many good times were had.
Kae: So many words were written.
Rhett: So many instances of the passive voice were used.
Marin: Mood-killer.
Rhett: Someone has to say it.
Marin: And that someone always seems to be you.
Me: I can't with all this random sexual tension bursting everywhere. Stahp.
Sam: *laughs* You mean sexual tension or your over-analyzing everyone's interactions that are actually pretty normal?
Me: It's tumblr's fault.
Me: May, your characters should meet mine.Let me introduce....
Olive: Hello, I'm Olive...
Lily: Of the Tourette's syndrome.
Adam: that makes you the mean girl, Lily.
Swift: I'm just following whatever he says!
Andrew: Then no wonder you're all a mess.
Maxine: Look who's talking.
Simon: But you're all doing the same.
Geraldine: That's what you get for operating on fuzzy logic.
Me: Oh! I am so sorry! Let me introduce Cara: LET ME INTRODUCE! I am Cara and this is Is--
Isabelle: I AM ISABELLE, and this is Jer--
Jeremy: Gosh you guys are obnoxious. I am Jeremy, the normal one.
Cara: That's not true!
Isabelle: Ugh, YOU GUYS ARE IMPOSSIBLE.
Me: Oh gosh, here comes another fight.
Me: Did you mean me, Jo?
Marin: I'm Marin--
Kae: What is this? I never agreed to social interaction outside of my story.
Lance: I tried to tell my teachers that whenever we had to introduce ourselves to the class. Never got any results.
Kae: Ha.
Lance: A one-syllable laugh? I'm in trouble, aren't I?
Kae: Not at the moment. I have a few one-syllable laughs. That wasn't the bad kind.
Sam: I'm glad I'm already in a relationship. I know my girlfriend well enough that I don't have to count laugh-syllables anymore.
Kae: For crying out loud, I was kidding. The one time I try to make a joke.
Sam: It's all good.
Marin: So we aren't going to introduce ourselves?
Rhett: We don't need to, do we? Our names are right next to what we say.
Me: Oh dear. You're becoming self-aware.
Lance: Wha--
Me: Nothing.
Marin: FINE. I'LL DO IT. *drags each character into plain view* This is Kae. This is Lance. This is Sam. This is Rhett. And I'm Marin.
Rhett: You're efficient when you're stressed out.
Kae: Like she's the only one...
Rhett: Don't be like that. I know who you're talking abot; I know my nickname is the Stress-O-Meter. Why do think I'm stressed out all the time? How else would I get anything done?
Marin: I'm Marin--
Kae: What is this? I never agreed to social interaction outside of my story.
Lance: I tried to tell my teachers that whenever we had to introduce ourselves to the class. Never got any results.
Kae: Ha.
Lance: A one-syllable laugh? I'm in trouble, aren't I?
Kae: Not at the moment. I have a few one-syllable laughs. That wasn't the bad kind.
Sam: I'm glad I'm already in a relationship. I know my girlfriend well enough that I don't have to count laugh-syllables anymore.
Kae: For crying out loud, I was kidding. The one time I try to make a joke.
Sam: It's all good.
Marin: So we aren't going to introduce ourselves?
Rhett: We don't need to, do we? Our names are right next to what we say.
Me: Oh dear. You're becoming self-aware.
Lance: Wha--
Me: Nothing.
Marin: FINE. I'LL DO IT. *drags each character into plain view* This is Kae. This is Lance. This is Sam. This is Rhett. And I'm Marin.
Rhett: You're efficient when you're stressed out.
Kae: Like she's the only one...
Rhett: Don't be like that. I know who you're talking abot; I know my nickname is the Stress-O-Meter. Why do think I'm stressed out all the time? How else would I get anything done?
Me: Gosh, Rhett, you sound like Olive.Olive: That wasn't funny!
Me: Zippo, if you had the chance to become a Jedi would you take it?Zippo: I would be never betray my career as a bounty hunter to become a Jedi scum.
Me: Would you shoot a random person just for the bounty?
Zippo: Only if they really deserved to be killed, if not I'd just steal their credits.
Me: Who is your best friend in the Galaxy?
Zippo: Huffy of coarse, but Eris and Chewy are also my great friends.
Me: Are you a social person?
Zippo: Let's just say, this interview is one of the worst things I've done in my life.
Me: Oh, I see. Huffy, how do you feel about this interview.
Huffy immediately leaps out of his stool and runs out the door.
Zippo: Uh, I'll be right back.
Zippo leaves and never returns.
From a shortish story called Star Wars: How to be a Bounty Hunter - you can read my work in progress (and not to mention horribly written outline-like rough draft) here: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
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Lav wrote: "Me: Maxy, I miss your characters. You should put more writing on GR."
Me: I would, but I don't have any more writing. :|
Fate: Why don't you fix it?
Me: WHY DON'T YOU STOP BEING A JERK AND JUST FALL IN LOVE WITH ME INSTEAD OF AMELIA?
Fate: It doesn't work that way.
Me: And my answer to your question is the same.
Me: I would, but I don't have any more writing. :|
Fate: Why don't you fix it?
Me: WHY DON'T YOU STOP BEING A JERK AND JUST FALL IN LOVE WITH ME INSTEAD OF AMELIA?
Fate: It doesn't work that way.
Me: And my answer to your question is the same.
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Me: *restrains self from Fate fangirling*
Me: *waves at Fate*
Me: Hi.
Will: Don't talk to her.
Me: Fate is one of your characters, Maxy?!Andrew: God no.
Okay, so I know that I'm new here . . but I couldn't resist joining this x)Me: Okay, Ash, what is your fondest memory as a child?
Ash: *Lights Maiven's hair on fire*
Me: Okay, okay, sorry! I didn't mean it that way! . . Jeesh, sorry folks, she has trouble with her memories -_-'
Me: Alright, different question: Ash, have you finally admitted to yourself that you like Javier?
Ash: *Death glares and pulls out a dagger*
Javier: *Pops into room* Just answer the question, Ash, you know it's a yes.
Ash: You little---
We interrupted this broadcast due to . . um . . some technical difficulties. Yeah, that sounds good. Please check back soon :)
Andrew: xD Well that escalated quickly.Olive: o.o
Lily: Wo-ow. That was weird.
Ger: No kidding there.
Me: *Coughs* Um, I've decided to leave Ash alone for now . . so Javier, how do you handle being around that crazy girl?Javier: How do you handle being a nobody?
Me: Ow . . okay, I'm going to go talk to Mick now.
Mick? People are being mean to me :'(
Mick: It's okay, Mai-mai. *Pats her head* They're just jealous.
Me: *Sigh* No, Mick, I don't think they are.
Mick: You're probably right, but it feels better to think that way, doesn't it? *Grins like a goof*
Me: . . -_-'
Adam: Nice meeting y'all people; we operate on fuzzy logic too.Ger: xD Adam.
Mick: *Turns to Maiven and points at Adam and Ger (Geraldine, I'm guessing? lol)* They seem nice.Me: Yes, yes they do. *Turns to the two other characters* Hello :)
Adela: *Suddenly appears in full hawaiian getup* Aloha~ I just got back from my island vacation, what'd I miss? <3
Me: -_-' Getting stranded on an island in a RP does not mean you went on a vacation. You were playing as a banished criminal! Oi.
Adela: Same thi~ng<3 So, where's Aldis? ://)
Ger: Oh, thanks! Bobo here thought it was Gertrude.Andrew: In my defense Gertrude is as common as Geraldine!
Adam: Aloha there.
Maxine: Complusive flirt alert.
Me: Lol, no problem :)Adela: Hey, I least I only flirt with one guy *mutters something about Rosa (her step-sister)* Speaking of which~ Where is Aldis?
Mick: Don't take this harshly, but he's probably hiding from you :)
Adela: A smile doesn't fix everything, you idiot!
Mick: O_o Really? I thought it did . . ah well :)
Fate: Why is it that, whenever you finally decide to write something other than speculative fanfiction, it's always something that causes me pain...
Me: Because I'm a sadist.
Fate: I'm a bit of a sadist, too, but I don't do anything like this.
Me: You could if you became a writer.
Fate: Not really an option for me. You have no idea of the depths of my hatred for you right now.
Me: I can guess... Um, can some other character join me please?
Darren: Sure.
Fate: Of all people to--ugh. *facepalm*
Me: Shut up, Fate. Just relax for a bit.
Fate: You want me to relax around this--
Darren: Who are you talking to, Maxy?
Me: Another character. Don't worry your nice little head over it.
Darren: ... Alright. Uh, where's Amelia?
Me: I'll find her. You two could use some relationship development.
Amelia: Here, Darren.
Darren: Hey. Nice to see you again. *laughs*
Amelia: You too. *smiles*
Fate: Spare me. Can they please flirt in another room?
Me: Give them a break. They don't even know how to act. According to what I've written in order, they don't know each other yet, and according to what I've written ahead of time, they're engaged...
Amelia: It's kind of like being a time traveler.
Me: ♪DO WEE OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Fate: Honestly?
Me: I should totally do a Doctor Who AU.
Fate: And, let me guess, I'm the Doctor because I never get to be happy.
Me: It works! I mean, Amelia shares a name with one of the companions! But Darren isn't dorky enough to be Rory...
Darren: I feel like we've discussed this before. Is that just me?
Me: No, I'm getting it too. Maybe we should stop talking about it.
Me: Because I'm a sadist.
Fate: I'm a bit of a sadist, too, but I don't do anything like this.
Me: You could if you became a writer.
Fate: Not really an option for me. You have no idea of the depths of my hatred for you right now.
Me: I can guess... Um, can some other character join me please?
Darren: Sure.
Fate: Of all people to--ugh. *facepalm*
Me: Shut up, Fate. Just relax for a bit.
Fate: You want me to relax around this--
Darren: Who are you talking to, Maxy?
Me: Another character. Don't worry your nice little head over it.
Darren: ... Alright. Uh, where's Amelia?
Me: I'll find her. You two could use some relationship development.
Amelia: Here, Darren.
Darren: Hey. Nice to see you again. *laughs*
Amelia: You too. *smiles*
Fate: Spare me. Can they please flirt in another room?
Me: Give them a break. They don't even know how to act. According to what I've written in order, they don't know each other yet, and according to what I've written ahead of time, they're engaged...
Amelia: It's kind of like being a time traveler.
Me: ♪DO WEE OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Fate: Honestly?
Me: I should totally do a Doctor Who AU.
Fate: And, let me guess, I'm the Doctor because I never get to be happy.
Me: It works! I mean, Amelia shares a name with one of the companions! But Darren isn't dorky enough to be Rory...
Darren: I feel like we've discussed this before. Is that just me?
Me: No, I'm getting it too. Maybe we should stop talking about it.
Me: Okay no but I have to keep thinking about this. Amelia, you're kind of like Rose...
Amelia: *flat stare* Why? Because I'm blonde?
Me: That too, but you aren't content with the life you have. You run away from home at age 19 to do bigger and better things. And... there may or may not be someone who isn't human who falls in love with you.
Fate: Can we stop discussing this?
Darren: Who does that make me?
Me: Hmm... You need a little character development. I guess you could be... I can't think of anyone who fits you. *sigh*
Darren: I guess it doesn't matter to me. I've never watched any.
Fate: Count me out of this conversation, please.
Me: But you've got to know something about Doctor Who. It's been part of this world for 50 years.
Fate: I don't care. I'm done.
Darren: Who are you talking to?
Amelia: It's better if you don't know.
Me: SHE'S NOT CHEATING ON YOU.
Darren: I didn't think she was. I trust her too much for that.
Me: Oh, good to know. I was worried.
Amelia: *flat stare* Why? Because I'm blonde?
Me: That too, but you aren't content with the life you have. You run away from home at age 19 to do bigger and better things. And... there may or may not be someone who isn't human who falls in love with you.
Fate: Can we stop discussing this?
Darren: Who does that make me?
Me: Hmm... You need a little character development. I guess you could be... I can't think of anyone who fits you. *sigh*
Darren: I guess it doesn't matter to me. I've never watched any.
Fate: Count me out of this conversation, please.
Me: But you've got to know something about Doctor Who. It's been part of this world for 50 years.
Fate: I don't care. I'm done.
Darren: Who are you talking to?
Amelia: It's better if you don't know.
Me: SHE'S NOT CHEATING ON YOU.
Darren: I didn't think she was. I trust her too much for that.
Me: Oh, good to know. I was worried.
Me: Uh... I have no idea what's happening.Dr. Sweet: Okay, but I think your brain may be damaged.
Me: I think you just called me stupid!
Dr. Sweet: Yeah, because you ship me with Mike!
Mike: *walks in room* Um, what're you talkin' 'bout?
Dr. Sweet: *blush* um.. uh... ask her!
Me: Heh... it's just that I ship you and Dr. Sweet together...
Mike: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I'M 14 AND HE'S 30!
Dr. Sweet: Yeah, that's what I was thinking and I only think of you as my son. Not my lover...
Mike: *Kicks me* Yer one messed up freak!
Me: *Hisses and hides in the shadows*
Mike: Creep!
Dr. Sweet: Want to get some Ice cream?
Mike: What? You wanna go on a date?!
Dr. Sweet: What the hell is wrong with you people? Am I like the only sane one here?
Mike: You're even more of a creep than her!
Me: Oh, come on. I just ship you like a fan would.
Mike: *rolls eyes*
Dr. Sweet: *Slaps Mike* You should be nicer, stupid.
Me: Bwhahahhahahahahaaaa!! I love this!
Mike: Love what, weirdo?
Me: Your fighting.
Mike: Creep...
Dr. Sweet: Alright, let's all calm down before someone gets really hurt, because I don't feel like fixing someone's wounds.
Me: Fine, lazy.
Me: I really want to write a story about you.
Kieran: That would be kind of nice. Or... Well, maybe not. Would you keep my past the way it is now?
Me: Probably.
Kieran: ... Okay.
Me: I'm sorry. But you'll also still have your violin and your parents, unless something happens to them.
Kieran: I--
Me: But first I need a plot, and regardless, I don't want to kill off your parents unless it's absolutely necessary. You've had enough trauma as it is.
Kieran: Thanks.
Me: I wish I had a plot for you. WHERE ARE MY MUSES?!
Kieran: That would be kind of nice. Or... Well, maybe not. Would you keep my past the way it is now?
Me: Probably.
Kieran: ... Okay.
Me: I'm sorry. But you'll also still have your violin and your parents, unless something happens to them.
Kieran: I--
Me: But first I need a plot, and regardless, I don't want to kill off your parents unless it's absolutely necessary. You've had enough trauma as it is.
Kieran: Thanks.
Me: I wish I had a plot for you. WHERE ARE MY MUSES?!
Mike: Okay, I've forgiven you.Me: Woohoo!
Mike: I wasn't talkin' to you!
Me: oh... *sad face*
Mike: *rolls eyes*
Dr. Sweet: Hey, everyone! I'm back with the coffee!
Mike: What the hell are you talking about? You just like ruined my life somehow.
Me: He ruined your life?
Mike: Um, you wrote it, you would know it.
Dr. Sweet: Oh. yeah. I ruined your life, I forgot about that...
Johnson Yang: I'm a new character!
Me: Oh, yeah, you're Asian, I think, and you have some problem with something and you'll die without some kind of medicine, I dunno, sumthang like dat.
Johnson Yang: Oh...
Mike: Yeah, and I bet you ship me with him too!
Me: Not really... I think I'll make Johnson a girlfriend or something.
Johnson Yang: Girlfriend?
Aro: *Walks in room* Hey, Mike, doctor and Asian!
Mike: Hey, Aro! *Blushes and runs towards her with love*
Aro: Oh, Mike! *Blushes (If she can blush) and hugs him*
Dr. Sweet: I'm going to be sick.
Johnson Yang: Bleh!
Me: Oh, come on, you bunch of sissies! They're just kissing!
Dr. Sweet: Whatever...
Johnson Yang: Now back to me having a girlfriend.
Me: No, I think you'll die.
Johnson Yang: Die? I don't want to be killed off.
Me: Dawn was already (kind of) killed off!
Mike: THAT'S A SPOILER!
Dawn: *Walks in room* I'm dead?
Me: Oops.
Johnson Yang: YOU CAN KILL OFF ME, BUT NOT HER!
Me: s-sorry... *cough*spoiler: Dawn is Johnson's little sister*cough*
Johnson Yang: WHY ARE THERE ALL THESE SPOILERS???!!
Ger: o.O You kill characters in your works?Me: I do!
Ger: WHOA. Who would die in an idyllic little town in Texas?
Frank: *shrugs* Andrew?
Andrew: Thanks, man.
Johnson Yang: I feel so sorry for Andrew...Mike: Who cares? He can die, he's probably a smallish character or sumthing!
Me: Mike, you mustn't be so heartless, you're never like this in my story! You're always crying.
Mike: *crosses arms* Because ya make me with yer ugly face.
Me: *Gasp* Mike, do you want to be a finished story or not?!
Mike: Fine... I'm sorry.
Me: Good, now bow down before me.
Mike: NO! Yer not Francis Goodenough! BAD BAD AUTHOR!!
Me: S-sorry.
Mike: That's much better, little one.
Me: LITTLE ONE?!
Mike: Yer a child, so, yer a little one.
Me: Ugh, forget you, you're annoying.
Johnson Yang: I-I have a question.
Me: What?
Johnson Yang: Why am I asian?
Me: Because you can be asain.
Johnson Yang: So, you put no thought into my character?
Me: Yep, that's it.
Johnson Yang: wow... You should put thought into a character, it gives them more depth and personality.
Me: Eh, no thanks, it takes too much work and I'm too busy sitting over there *points at couch*
Johnson Yang: You are a loser of an author.
Me: *pokes at mush*Mush: Are you going to create me?
Me: I don't even know if I want to write this story.
Mush: You've already created me!
Me: *looks at mush* Barely.
Mush: Finish me!
Me: I don't know, maybe.
Mush: *cry*
Rina: Do tongues even get scar tissue?Me: Yes, they do. I researched it.
Rina: I would really enjoy being able to taste.
Me: You can still taste. It's only one line across your tongue. Stop overdramatizing.
Rina: You made me this way.
Me: hello people's Quinn: oh god, why me?
Me: what?
Quinn: nothing....
Me:Okay!
Quinn:........
Me: If you could help me come up with some ideas so I could have, you know, a storyline for your story, would love it.
Kieran: I don't think it works that way.
Me: *sigh* I'm jealous of people whose characters just pop into their heads and actually help them out.
Kieran: You're not being fair. I want to help; I just don't know how.
Me: I know, I'm being whiny. It's just... *sigh* It would be nice if I got actual ideas rather than moments or quotes.
Kieran: I don't think it works that way.
Me: *sigh* I'm jealous of people whose characters just pop into their heads and actually help them out.
Kieran: You're not being fair. I want to help; I just don't know how.
Me: I know, I'm being whiny. It's just... *sigh* It would be nice if I got actual ideas rather than moments or quotes.
Me: Ooh, I just thought of another character to make!Chiyoko: Ooooh! Tell me!
Me: How about a unicorn assassin from a far away world called the 7 hell ice cream corner and it's ruled by the unicorn assassin's brother, Steven Unicorn!
Chiyoko: ...
Emiko: Eeee.... you're crazy.
Me: I'm just creative!
Me: I like Unicorns!!Katy: Now I know what you mean Quinn
Quinn: yep
Ingrid: I don't. Unicorns Rule!!
Rina: Can we talk to each other?Me: Why would you ask that!?
Rina: because I want to talk to the other characters
Me: But-
Rina: We'll never know if we don't ask.
Characters: You suck. Stop trying to create us. Taylor: Nuh-uh.
Rina: I'm going for it. I'm going to talk to the other people. Me: Rina! No!
Rina: come on guys, um-Taylor, can't suck that badly.
Fate: Go to bed.
Me: I'M TOO TIRED AND I DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH TOMORROW.
Fate: The longer you stay up, the grumpier you'll be.
Me: Shut up. Let me be angsty.
Fate: I have enough angst without yours swimming around in your head.
Me: I'M TOO TIRED AND I DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH TOMORROW.
Fate: The longer you stay up, the grumpier you'll be.
Me: Shut up. Let me be angsty.
Fate: I have enough angst without yours swimming around in your head.
Me: *nervously* Okay. Um, welcome, my dearly beloved characters. Let's have a party... ?Jacobi: Yeah, no. This is not working for me.
Me: Look, I'm really sorry, but it was essential to the story -
Jacobi: You KILLED me. Are you saying that was essential? Do you enjoy seeing others suffer or something?
Me: No! Well, yes, but NO. I said I was sorry -
Jacobi: You made Shari kill me! That really wasn't okay.
Shari: Jacobi, you were begging me to -
Jacobi: But it's not my fault you actually did put a bullet through my brain.
Me: *hastily* Let's not place blame here, okay?
Ellie: Hey, I'm confused. Just how "valuable" am I supposed to be, exactly?Hind: ELLIE CHILD WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF MY THREE-FOOT RADIUS. HOLD ONTO THIS SAFETY ROPE AND COME CAREFUL LIKE.
Me: You know Hind, you're not supposed to be *that* protective.
Ellie: (sighs) It's okay, I'm used to it by now.
Hind: Who are you, anyway? How do I know you're not some undercover Col soldier?
Me: Wait, what are you talking about? I created you! I wrote you into existence!
Hind: That's just what a Col would say! (roundhouse kick to the head)
Ellie: Oh God, Hind....
Me: (waking up hours later) That didn't go as expected.
Me: Thanks, Taylor.
Fate: You--
Me: Shut up. *shoves Fate away* I'm talking to some other characters for a change.
Adrienne: I'm here. Kind of weird that you... you know... actually wrote about us.
Ben: I think it's more weird that you wrote about us when we were in our thirties. I feel like I know too much.
Me: Well, it's harder to write you guys when you're in high school because I don't know how to get the two of you together and also there's no plot.
Kieran: That seems to be a common problem.
Me: YOU THINK I DON'T REALIZE THAT?
Kieran: Sorry, sorry. *mumbles* This is why I don't make jokes more often.
Lance: Maxy, I think that sneeze of yours just woke the rest of he house.
Me: Please stop making fun of me I'm having a bad day.
Sam: You can have a hug, if you want. *opens arms*
Me: Thanks, Sam. *hugs* I don't remember your fiancée's name right now, thanks to my stupid old laptop crashing, but she's a lucky girl. *clears throat* Um, sorry, everyone. I'm kind of a mess right now?
Rhett: You're fine.
Lance: Better than Rhett, I'd wager.
Rhett: I'm not a mess. I'm overwhelmed. There's a difference.
Fate: You--
Me: Shut up. *shoves Fate away* I'm talking to some other characters for a change.
Adrienne: I'm here. Kind of weird that you... you know... actually wrote about us.
Ben: I think it's more weird that you wrote about us when we were in our thirties. I feel like I know too much.
Me: Well, it's harder to write you guys when you're in high school because I don't know how to get the two of you together and also there's no plot.
Kieran: That seems to be a common problem.
Me: YOU THINK I DON'T REALIZE THAT?
Kieran: Sorry, sorry. *mumbles* This is why I don't make jokes more often.
Lance: Maxy, I think that sneeze of yours just woke the rest of he house.
Me: Please stop making fun of me I'm having a bad day.
Sam: You can have a hug, if you want. *opens arms*
Me: Thanks, Sam. *hugs* I don't remember your fiancée's name right now, thanks to my stupid old laptop crashing, but she's a lucky girl. *clears throat* Um, sorry, everyone. I'm kind of a mess right now?
Rhett: You're fine.
Lance: Better than Rhett, I'd wager.
Rhett: I'm not a mess. I'm overwhelmed. There's a difference.
Fate: And here we are again.
Me: You guys were so much easier to write when I was bad at writing and character development...
Adrienne: Well, even if you were bad at writing back then, you wrote in our stories often, so I think that has something to do with it.
Me: Maybe it's because I break the fourth wall too much in this game. I should just let you guys talk as if you don't know what's going on outside your stories or something.
Kieran: In my case, that wouldn't help. I don't even know what's going on inside my story.
Me: I am working on it.
Kieran: I know. Jeez, can I ever use some gentle sarcasm without getting flack?
Me: Okay, okay, I'm sorry. You're bitter today. What happened. Did you lose your violin or something?
Kieran: If I had lost my violin, I wouldn't be here. I'd be tearing my house apart looking for it.
Kieran's mom: I bet you could do that almost literally. Our house needs some repairing for sure.
Kieran: Yeah... *shifts and clears throat* Maybe we should move to a different one.
Kieran's dad: Tell you what: you get a scholarship to Juilliard and get rich and famous and then we'll move to a better house.
Kieran: I'd love to do all that. I honestly would. But I don't mean that we need a better house... just a different one.
Me: Sorry, Kieran, but I'm moving your parents away because I'm tired of this conversation and frankly you're more interesting when you don't have to hide from them.
Kieran: Look, I'm tired. Can I be more interesting somewhere else?
Me: Fine, if that's what you want. I should get to sleep anyway. Not that I could if I wanted to.
Lance: Your sleeping issues are maybe worse than mine. At least I choose not to fall asleep until after three in the morning.
Kae: You're still awake too, Lance?
Lance: Don't tell me you're surprised.
Kae: *chuckles* Not really. I am surprised you haven't started talking nonsense yet.
Lance: Give it an hour and a half or so. The nonsense section of my brain is at its best at around 4 a.m. Pacific Time.
Me: I still miss your story, Lance and Kae. And I'm still crushed that my laptop deleted over 21 pages of notes and 2,000 words.
Marin: Can't you try re-writing Chapter Four?
Me: I guess, but it wouldn't be the same. There are so many lovely moments that I won't be able to replicate verbatim.
Rhett: You're not going to put it off forever...
Sam: Are you?
Me: I hope not.
Fate: Don't hold your breath, guys.
Me: Excuse you. I wrote an excerpt of your story like three weeks ago! Who are you to talk about my procrastination?
Fate: Whatever. I prefer not to count the parts you write that cause me emotional trauma... so I might as well not count the entire novel.
Me: What can I say. Sadism is fun. Plus, if you go through a lot of crap, chances are you'll have tons of tumblr fangirls.
Fate: I don't care about them.
Me: Guh. I need sleep somehow. But I don't want to sit in bed for another hour while I wait. Is anyone here willing to knock me out?
Fate: Just give me a blunt object and I'll gladly oblige.
Me: O-kay... Now, which of you would carry around an object capable of doing such a thing?
Sam: Nope.
Rhett: Closest thing I have is a pen.
Lance: Not helpful, Rhett. We're going for blunt force trauma, not puncture wounds.
Kae: I guess I have this duffle bag with all my clothes in it... It's probably too awkward to use to knock someone out, though.
Me: Why did I delete my extremely old, extremely stupid Sandlot fanfiction? At least Benny would have had a baseball bat.
Ben: I've got one! ... Wait, is there a reason my name is so similar to his?
Me: Well, the stupid Sandlot fanfiction inspired your story. I kept the name Benjamin because it still fit your character somehow, but changed a lot so it would be an actual story and not just a silly ball of fluff for the sole purpose of me adding myself in as a love interest.
Ben: Got it. I'll get the baseball bat.
Kae: Do you... still write fanfiction?
Me: SOMETIMES YES BUT IT'S NOT THE SAME AND I'M MUCH BETTER NOW I PROMISE
Me: You guys were so much easier to write when I was bad at writing and character development...
Adrienne: Well, even if you were bad at writing back then, you wrote in our stories often, so I think that has something to do with it.
Me: Maybe it's because I break the fourth wall too much in this game. I should just let you guys talk as if you don't know what's going on outside your stories or something.
Kieran: In my case, that wouldn't help. I don't even know what's going on inside my story.
Me: I am working on it.
Kieran: I know. Jeez, can I ever use some gentle sarcasm without getting flack?
Me: Okay, okay, I'm sorry. You're bitter today. What happened. Did you lose your violin or something?
Kieran: If I had lost my violin, I wouldn't be here. I'd be tearing my house apart looking for it.
Kieran's mom: I bet you could do that almost literally. Our house needs some repairing for sure.
Kieran: Yeah... *shifts and clears throat* Maybe we should move to a different one.
Kieran's dad: Tell you what: you get a scholarship to Juilliard and get rich and famous and then we'll move to a better house.
Kieran: I'd love to do all that. I honestly would. But I don't mean that we need a better house... just a different one.
Me: Sorry, Kieran, but I'm moving your parents away because I'm tired of this conversation and frankly you're more interesting when you don't have to hide from them.
Kieran: Look, I'm tired. Can I be more interesting somewhere else?
Me: Fine, if that's what you want. I should get to sleep anyway. Not that I could if I wanted to.
Lance: Your sleeping issues are maybe worse than mine. At least I choose not to fall asleep until after three in the morning.
Kae: You're still awake too, Lance?
Lance: Don't tell me you're surprised.
Kae: *chuckles* Not really. I am surprised you haven't started talking nonsense yet.
Lance: Give it an hour and a half or so. The nonsense section of my brain is at its best at around 4 a.m. Pacific Time.
Me: I still miss your story, Lance and Kae. And I'm still crushed that my laptop deleted over 21 pages of notes and 2,000 words.
Marin: Can't you try re-writing Chapter Four?
Me: I guess, but it wouldn't be the same. There are so many lovely moments that I won't be able to replicate verbatim.
Rhett: You're not going to put it off forever...
Sam: Are you?
Me: I hope not.
Fate: Don't hold your breath, guys.
Me: Excuse you. I wrote an excerpt of your story like three weeks ago! Who are you to talk about my procrastination?
Fate: Whatever. I prefer not to count the parts you write that cause me emotional trauma... so I might as well not count the entire novel.
Me: What can I say. Sadism is fun. Plus, if you go through a lot of crap, chances are you'll have tons of tumblr fangirls.
Fate: I don't care about them.
Me: Guh. I need sleep somehow. But I don't want to sit in bed for another hour while I wait. Is anyone here willing to knock me out?
Fate: Just give me a blunt object and I'll gladly oblige.
Me: O-kay... Now, which of you would carry around an object capable of doing such a thing?
Sam: Nope.
Rhett: Closest thing I have is a pen.
Lance: Not helpful, Rhett. We're going for blunt force trauma, not puncture wounds.
Kae: I guess I have this duffle bag with all my clothes in it... It's probably too awkward to use to knock someone out, though.
Me: Why did I delete my extremely old, extremely stupid Sandlot fanfiction? At least Benny would have had a baseball bat.
Ben: I've got one! ... Wait, is there a reason my name is so similar to his?
Me: Well, the stupid Sandlot fanfiction inspired your story. I kept the name Benjamin because it still fit your character somehow, but changed a lot so it would be an actual story and not just a silly ball of fluff for the sole purpose of me adding myself in as a love interest.
Ben: Got it. I'll get the baseball bat.
Kae: Do you... still write fanfiction?
Me: SOMETIMES YES BUT IT'S NOT THE SAME AND I'M MUCH BETTER NOW I PROMISE
Gabriel: You're kind of hogging the thread.
Me: I know. I'm just bored. And I feel like trying to talk to my characters. Especially... *sifts through brain* you.
Jade: Me.
Me: We need to have a little discussion, since I'm kind of doing away with your old story but keeping you and then dropping you into a new one.
Jade: So all my friends are just stuck in character-limbo?
Me: Pretty much. Maybe I'll use some of them, too. But you won't be friendless. You'll have Kieran.
Kieran: *gives a somewhat hesitant wave*
Me: ...
Kieran: ...
Jade: ... I don't know why you're all looking at me. How am I supposed to react? I get one look at this guy and you want me to have already decided if he's "worthy" of being my friend?
Me: Good. You've passed the test.
Jade: Speaking of tests...
Me: I know. I need more characters. But first I need to figure out... plot stuff. *exasperated sigh*
Kieran: How long have some of you been here? I was going to complain about having no real story, but then I remembered I'm a newbie.
Kae: Three years.
Sullivan: Hmm... I think it's been three and a half?
Fate: I've got all of you beaten. 4+.
Jade: "4+?" What are you, a rating on a kids' board game?
Me: Ooookay, Sassy McSarcasm.
Me: I know. I'm just bored. And I feel like trying to talk to my characters. Especially... *sifts through brain* you.
Jade: Me.
Me: We need to have a little discussion, since I'm kind of doing away with your old story but keeping you and then dropping you into a new one.
Jade: So all my friends are just stuck in character-limbo?
Me: Pretty much. Maybe I'll use some of them, too. But you won't be friendless. You'll have Kieran.
Kieran: *gives a somewhat hesitant wave*
Me: ...
Kieran: ...
Jade: ... I don't know why you're all looking at me. How am I supposed to react? I get one look at this guy and you want me to have already decided if he's "worthy" of being my friend?
Me: Good. You've passed the test.
Jade: Speaking of tests...
Me: I know. I need more characters. But first I need to figure out... plot stuff. *exasperated sigh*
Kieran: How long have some of you been here? I was going to complain about having no real story, but then I remembered I'm a newbie.
Kae: Three years.
Sullivan: Hmm... I think it's been three and a half?
Fate: I've got all of you beaten. 4+.
Jade: "4+?" What are you, a rating on a kids' board game?
Me: Ooookay, Sassy McSarcasm.
Me: Hi Emily! Sorry I haven't been able to write much of your story.Emily: *Shrugs.* No biggie. I got to kill two people, so I'm good.
Me: That's kind of dark...
Emily. *Smiles.* Oh the irony.
Me: Huh? O-Oh, right. Sorry.
Emily: Don't worry about it. Just... don't forget in further chapters, okay? Cuz that'd be bad. Really bad.
Me: I'll... try to remember that. O_O;;
Jade: Roxanne, when are you going to write the next chapter?Me: Um...
Roxanne: Author lady, you need to write about what happens with me and Miranda! Don't leave me hanging! And will Amane be okay?! Is Bakura really dead?! Will I ever have a happy family again?!
Me: *Sweats.* U-Um... Well...
Kara: I haven't rescued my friend yet! I need to find her before my vision becomes a reality! What's witht the holdup?!
Me: Guys, I've been bus-
Emily: Have you forgotten all about me?!
Me: Well I decided not to submit the story, so-
Hetalia Characters: Write about us!
Dragonball Z Characters: Write about us!
Yugioh Characters: Write about us!
DarkFyre: Will Flame be okay?!
Miranda: There's no way I'm going to let you kill me and Roxanne off!
Roxanne: *Sarcastically.* Oh yeah, like you have a choice in that.
Miranda: *Angrily.* What the heck is that supposed to mean?!
Roxanne: I'm calling you stupid!
Miranda: You're the idiot!
*Both glare at each other.*
Me: P-Please calm down...
Emily: *Glares at Kara.* You stole my role in the NaNoWriMo competition!
Kara: *Smirks.* Guess that just means I'm better than you.
Me: A-Actually, it was just because of the plot...
Everybody: *Turns and glares at Me.* You need to write!!!
Me: *Gulp.* I-I'm trying... I've just been... really bus-
Life: You have studying to do! Scholarships! Get a job!
Me: *Faints from the weight of it.*
Roxanne: ... Oops.
*Everybody sneaks away, pretending that they didn't see anything.*
Me: ... *When the coast is clear, gets up and sneaks away.*
Me: Okay, guys. All I need is for you to introduce yourselves.Zavanna: My name is Zavanna. It means open field or plain. You can call me Zavvy.
Farkas: No! Don't call her Zavvy. My wife is insane. Her name is umm... Uhh...
Zavanna: Read the conversation.
Farkas: Yeah Z whatever. She's the queen so don't call her Zavvy. She's also a freaky redhead when everyone else clearly has black hair.
Me: Umm...
Farkas: And you have brown hair. I meant in my country. I am King Farkas.
Paras: Yay! Is it my turn. It's my turn, isn't it? Ooh! It is! Okay. I'm Paras. I'm the prince.
Hadya: I'm Zavanna's mother. You can see my name. It's right there. I would like to speak to my son in law now.
Farkas: WHAAAAT?
Hadya: Red hair is very pretty.
Tacita: I'm a chambermaid. I really like Zavvy.
Auberon: Is anyone going to introduce MEEE?
Me:No.
Auberon:WHYYY?
Me: Because you're a plot of land.
Coachman: I--
Me: Go away. You don't even have a name.
Coachman: B--
Me:GO AWAY.
Celia: ...where am I...
Me: Wrong story. Go back to bed.
Celia: ...okay...
Me:AND TAKE THE WEREWOLF WITH YOU.
Celia: ...come, Kitty...
Celia: Nice bedroom.Me: Thanks.
Kitty: Woof.
Me: Excuse me?
Kitty:*transforms* Hi.
Me: You've grown.
Kitty: Yep! I'm six now.
Me:So they age fast in Aheliaberch?
Celia: I guess so. Considering he was about six months old when you wrote us two months ago.
Leaves: WhooshMe: Oh, are you from that poem I wrote when I was seven?
Leaves: WHOOSH
