hey there little red riding hood

[detectivetroll]

Who: Nick (detectivetroll) and Monroe (grimmopedia)
Where: Monroe's house
When: November 6th, evening
What: Monroe's been avoiding Nick since they talked about his absolutely not at all stupid plan, and Nick's tired of it. Of course he doesn't know it's because Monroe suddenly wants to eat people, but still, that's no reason not to talk to him.

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[parkourbot]

if someone could tell me what’s going on that’d be awesome
cuz I’m not totally sure if I’m going crazy but I think I saw a giant ass snake before I got clocked one in the face with a rock
and long story short i kinda woke up in the hospital
but it's cool though because i still remember my name and also I left as soon as no one was watching
and seeing as no one seems to be mentioning that kinda shit on the news
the giant snakes I mean
I’m hoping someone’ll help me out here
mostly with something about how I’m not hallucinating or or delusional
even though I'm apparently accessing what looks a really weird conspiracy site about monsters in the city on my phone
which doesn't actually get this kind of stuff normally
and am also seeing giant stone snakes
so I guess it's a bit late on the whole not crazy thing right

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[part_time_overlord]

Okay so this isn't super important world saving issues, and it is nerdy as hell. If it annoys you for either of these to be on the network, feel free to ignore it forever.

Anyone still there? Good.

I'm a DM. I play D&D, and I'm looking for some players for a campaign I've had brewing in my head for the last few weeks. Drop me a line if you're interested and we can work out schedules, get you world info, etc etc.

Okay that's all. Serious people you can come back now.

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[vanisland]

[There is a faint lapping of water and a soft voice. It's singing.]

faura yerwe murfan anw sol ciel

faura sonwe murfan anw sol ciel ee

faura yerwe murfan anw sol ciel

faura sonwe murfan anw sol ciel ee

ridalnae sol ciel yanyaue manaf

presia yasra lusye enclone anw omnis...

[The singing continues for about three minutes and is not transcribed because the original form of this song doesn't exist, then stops. It's a calm, hopeful song full of love and adoration, but the words might be familiar-sounding, if you happened to be around for one of the most awkward intro posts ever.

This is a very bitter counterpoint to what she just got done doing.

The singer takes a few moments to think.]

...I guess nothing happened.

[She figures she might as well ask about her stuff, at least.]

Has anyone ever heard of "Pastalia", or have any special definitions for the word "hibernation"?

[[ooc: the lyrics are written in special text! if you can't see it the font is here]]

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[carolinesays]

[Guess who just returned from a prolonged business trip and is drained and cranky from air travel? THIS PERSON.]

Hello. I would have posted sooner, but I had a burning need to undergo selective amnesia and forget any of you ever existed. It was an enchanting experience for everyone involved.

I suspect the abysmal time I just spent in airport security can be attributed to:

1. a youthfully-boisterous caper from one or more of you
2. something to do with our fair hometown's authority figures
3. both/other/unknown

"Eco-terrorists"? Really? Really?

Still, I escaped the TSA's attentions intact. Which is good. This means, now that I remember having done so, I can present the findings from the video tapes I collected from you some time ago.

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