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 Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 12:01 pm
Welcome to OSMMA (Odd-Smelling Mushrooms Miscellaneous Academie), where your child shall receive the finest education known on this planet, as well as many others! We have thorough lessons, covering everything your child needs to know in this life. We understand that your child is special, and very bright. We want to give him or her the best education he or she could ask for. Tuition is Fifteen dollars a month, including room, board, field trips, and other fundings for our school. Please consider our offer, as it is not going to be around much longer.
We hope to see your child in the upcoming year!
Best Regards,
Odd-Smelling Mushroom Miscellaneous Academie Staff
At least, that's what the letter said.
It's the same every time a letter's sent out. Mum and Dad swell with pride, praising and doting on their child. They question nothing but the unusual name, and the appearance of the word 'Miscellaneous' in the name. These ponderings are shut off, as soon as the brilliant garnet-coloured bus stops off in front of the house.
And then you reach the grounds.
Welcome to Odd-Smelling Mushroom Miscellaneous Academie. An enormous, brilliantly-coloured building, with a massive trapezoidial roof, complete with visible roof gardens, swimming pool, and even a small zoo. From the front gates ((Enormous steel structures, mainly odd shades of violet, with the odd electric green streak in it. It is designed in brilliant opatterns of twisted metal; swirls and stars, intricate shapes and paisleys.)) One can see the massive front lawns: unkempt fields of high and hillocky grass, beautiful weeping willows dotting the fields at random intervals. Three gargantuan lakes with odd shapes can be seen, only in the front.
The building itself is a marvel on its own. Brilliant patterns of colour across a red-bricked face, shaped like a horizontal rectangle, with three odd arched brick structures jutting from the top. The roof balances, eerily yet sturdily, across those arches, and one can see windows in the arches, and students having their lunches on top of the building, beneath the things.
If one looked into the back of the buildings, they would see magnificent courtyards, filled with strange and fascinating ivies and lilies, as well as abstract statues and fountains. Another massive lake rests at the foot of a dark, thick forest.
Well, despite the magnificent, if not bizzarre look of the place, one would come to like it almost immediately. It seems rather normal, if not a bit different.
One would be wrong.
The classes are without actual teachers, and not one person learns a single thing in a week. There are strange ceremonies held in the hallways by estranged students in groups, which are not all human. There are robots, small children with great stuffed toys, and random animals. Things often combust for no apparent reason, and many of the students find themselves dying off, only to awake in their beds the very next day, sleepy and wanting food.
If anyone has read the entire thing and still wishes to join in, these are the rules and requirements:
NO SEX, EXTREME GORE, OR ANYTHING ELSE THAT CAN GET ONE BANNED. This does not mean 'No weak innuendo or bloody deaths'. It just means nothing too much. If it is, I'll contact you and insist you correct it.
NO MODDING OR BEING ANNOYING. One can have an annoying character. If it becomes harassment, and I am contacted, you will be asked to stop or leave.
LITERACY IS EXPECTED. One can have a strange speech pattern, but if I see a hint of Chatspeak used in honesty, someone's going to get kicked out.
NO POSTING HUGE PICTURES. You stretch the page, and I will explode you. Or something.
To play:
Character can not be over the age of nineteen or under the age of seven. These are human requirements. Other ages must be fitting of one's species.
Requirements:
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality Description ((Keep brief as possible, please)):
Species ((Just remember: Tribble doesn't like those dumb over-done evil stypes.)):
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 12:07 pm
My Character:
Name: RoboTribble. That's all. Her family's weird, and she has no last name.
Age: Sixteen.
Appearance: Short, slightly chubby, with canine ears and a tail. Usually wears baggy t-shirts, comfottable tank-tops, heavy sweaters, and baggy jeans, or very tight, acidwashed jeans. Crazy brown hair, and freckles.
Personality Description: Usually cheerful, but maintains the ability to go into hystrionics with the flip of a coin. Therefore, she has something of a raving bipolarity problem.
Species: Human, but her ears and tail were surgically transplanted a few years ago.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 12:18 am
((Oh no you didn't! You did didn't you. You made one here too? Awesome, let's hope this one doesn't die at page three))
The brother and sister:
Name: Notsu Aktash [Ack-tosh]
Age: 12
Appearance: She wears a pair of camo-cargo pants and and purple-ish/black t-shirt that says,"I'm gonna sing the doom song now..." and I really hope you all know what that means. She wears a darkblue trench coat over that. Notsu stands at about 5' 2" and weighs 116lb., which makes her a bit chubby. She has brown hair down to the middle of her back ((From her head, the hair isn't back hair)), and hazel eyes, though the eyes are partly hidden by a pair of foggy half-frame glasses.
Personality Description: Notsu's calm and collected... occasionally. She isn't very happy and calm, and if you try hard enough, you'll make her angry enough that she'll rip anything that gets in her way to shreds. By nature, she and her brother have an affinity to computers, and for some reason, they are addicted to star trek.
Species: She's human, but she likes to say that she's Vulcan.
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Name: Marcus Aktash [Ack-tosh]
Age: 17
Appearance: His little sister takes after him, but he has a sort of eye disorder where one eye is a different color than the other. He, instead of having an eye that is green and brown, he has one green eye and one brown eye, but he wears glasses. Mark also has brown hair, though his is nearly buzz-cut. His brown t-shirt says," That is highly illogical" and his baggy bluejeans have paint splattered on them. He stands at 5'8", so he isn't much taller than his sister, and he weighs 124lb. He has a pair of blue full-frame glasses that, unlike his sister, he cleans every morning.
Personality Description: He's calm and collected, and happy most of the time. Mark hardly gets angry, but always stays on his sister's side when she does get angry. Like his sister, he's a trekkie *Does the Vulcan salute*, and he's pretty good with computers.
Species: He's human, but he likes to say he's a Klingon.
{[EDIT: I forgot to put the personality for Mark, but I did now mrgreen ]}
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 6:32 am
((Oh YES I DID. <333 I'm going to add some of my other roleplays, but I wanted to see how long this one runs for. <3))
RoboTribble jumped off the bus, her tail wagging madly. School! School School School School School! Any other School would bring a heartfelt groan from deep inside, but not here!
School! The word was almost a hymn.
Dragging her heavy green German FagBag along, she jumped over a small child whose flippers had become entangled in another student's bush of eyestalks. She ducked madly, as the sporadically-firing Laser beams went off not inches from the tips of her ears, dislodging the ears from the student behind her.
"Sorry!" She called absentmindedly back at the screaming-in-pain scholar, and made a mad dash for a rather large egg-like penguin in a flower suit.
"Professor Hatterdash!" she cried, beaming. "How are you?"
The penguin turned to her, and nodded slowly. "Ah, young Bobo-Kibble, is it not? Welcome back to school, I eagerly await you in my Snowball Combat Training Class this year."
RoboTribble bobbed her head in a rigorous nod, and then curtsied deeply, before darting off up the big stone stairs. At least he was close this time, she thought. Much better than last year, always calling me PoPo-Ishkabibble.
She ran up the stairs, and towards a large trampoline near the end of the hall, skirting around the many students who stood, bewildered, staring at a woman in a crocodile suit, who was singing directions to them in a loud, operatic Dark-Soprano.
She bounced onto the trampoline, and was sent rocketing to her floor; Level 47, also known as The FunkLayer.
Miss Barbalophogus's Singing voice has improved after she had that warthog-like tusk removed from it, she said to herself, before reaching a large, circle-shaped red door, with a bright whtie skull-and-crossbones on the front.
Avast! Welcome to the Good Ship RoboTribble, it read. Set Up, Have A Grog, And May All Your Wishes Come True.
She stepped inside, and smiled at the room; just as she had left it. Posters of Freddie Mercury, The Blues Brothers, and many other actors or singers she adored, adorned the walls ((Which were painted to look like a ship; the sky and sea met near the middle, while the mast, riggings, and sails sort of meshed together)). A large collection of plants bedecked her massive bay window, which was painted a pale blue, and decotrated to look like the sky and sea, off the bow of a ship. Actual ropes and brass lanterns hung from her ceiling, as did bits of wood, and several other plants.
She fell upon the deep crimson bedspread, embroidered with golden leaves, that covered her waterbed, along with many stuffed creatures that seemed to have no real shape or species.
Hugging onto her large Jolly Roger pilow, she pulled a long, flat remote from her polished dark wood bedside table, and turned on her radio. Aretha Franklin's voice shouted out at her, and she closed her eyes, tail wagging ferociously.
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Conte Cruella Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 2:45 pm
((This sounds awesome. I don't know how much I'll be able to post tomorrow, but I'll jump right in after that. For now, I want to just toss this bio in. Sorry this is so long, I got carried away. ))
Name: Merquaklack-ie-ieeeee. But, as most land dwellers have difficulty speaking her language, she normally goes by "Yindy". ((I think she may have meant "Cindy"...))
Age: Appears to be around the age of ten.
Appearance: Pale, pasty pale. She's short, even for her age. Supposedly. Her small, frail body looks underfed and sickly, and to further evidence this notion there are patches of moss-like, scaly growth visible on her shoulders and neck. Her hair, bleached of color, is stringy and unkempt, and always looks dirty. The fingernails of her webbed hands, in contrast, are a bruised black color, but sharp and clean as cooking knives. They match her eyes in color, pupil-less jet black, with flecks of gold. But that's when the resemblance ends, as they often seem cloudy and dull, like that of a dead fish. While she walks on her akward, human legs, she often stumbles drunkenly, or bursts foward as if running down a steep hill. Apparently she's not used to the change in gravity yet.
Personality Description ((Keep brief as possible, please)): Definately strange. She's unorthodox (in the sense that she'll suddenly strike a post for no apparent reason in the school parking lot, and hold it for hours on end), and is often unresponsive to questions her peers toss at her. She tends to speak softly in a polite manner, but often starts shrieking mid-sentence. She enjoys barking at dogs and staring avidly at, well, everything.
Species ((Just remember: Tribble doesn't like those dumb over-done evil types.)): Me-Dooooooie. Humans call 'em "mermaids".
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 7:04 am
((HURRAY. I like your character, Sarah.
Not yours, Cole. :}
Try coming up with your own character design, for once. <3))
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Conte Cruella Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 8:52 am
((Danke. whee I think I might actually use this character in a book.))
Merquaklack-ie-ieeeee, or Yindy, as she must now answer to, clutched the frog tightly in her left hand. "Yooo so special", she crooned, while patting the protesting frog's head.
Incidently, when she found the frog, she had been sitting in one of the school's fountains, allowing the cool water lap against the small of her back pleasantly. Yindy found this particular fountain to be espcially beautiful--the large statue in the middle of the fount featured a motherly looking Me-Dooooooie, with her fangs bared in a kindly expression, holding up a three-headed koi dragon. Slightly purple water sprouted from the dragons' mouths back into the bowl Yindy now sat, splashing down her head and smoothing her hair, and then streamed back into a much larger bowl covered in acid green moss and coral fungi. Carved into the stone surfaces of the ornate bowls were delightful hieroglyphs of nymphs courting, a squiggly thing and a man getting his head bitten off by a shark. Iron lily pads completed the perfect picture of Home, which floated in the bottom bowl and were covered in black frog eggs.
The frog had been laying a batch of such under a lily pad when Yindy spotted it. She had screeched in delight ("IEEE-KIKI!"), carefully perched the ragedy teddy bear she had been presented with by a sobbing seven year old on the Me-Dooooooie's head, and snatched it out from under the pad. The frog screamed much like the seven year old, and Yindy was touched by the loving gesture. She squeezed it in thanks, making its eyes pop slightly, as pearly black eggs still clung to the frog's legs dribbled onto her white tunic. She made to bite off the frog's head ("Crre,croo-ie-a") to complete the ritual, but, at inches away from its face, a sudden bout Aretha Franklin singing shot through her eardrums. She dropped the grateful frog.
She pressed down the aforementioned squiggly thing, and was catapulted toward the sound.
A rush of wind, a wild screech...
And she suddenly found herself hanging from an open window sill. ((rushed the last part 'cos I have to eat))
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 10:48 am
RoboTribble, who had been standing in her window, clutching a wooden spoon to her lips as a makeshift microphone, and belting out the infamous break to "R E S P E C T", let out a high-pitched squeak as... something projected its way into her window. She dropped the spoon with surprise, and simply stared at the girl (It was a girl, wasn't it?) with surprise.
"Good Afternoon!" she called, stooping to lift the spoon. "Or should I say, 'you're wet'!"
She tossed her spoon out the window, which made a loud squawk and small explosion as it hit the ground.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 1:08 pm
Yindy clambered quickly into the room (carefully, as to not knock down the strange plants growing out of the window ledge), so she could get a) get a better look at the creature speaking to her ("Dog? Human. Human? Dog.") , and b) ask said creature where she bought her cutlery. Her Shmoogle would appreciate a spoon like that when she entertained, she thought, as she dripped water and stray frog egg onto the floor. Halfway into forming the question, she was suddenly taken by her surroundings (Home! Sorta). Staring morosely at a laturn that looked much like the one in her club house, it was a full minute before realizing that someone else was in the room. Her attention swiveled back to the dog...human? Person. She wasn't about to take any chances
"BARK! Are you two like me?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 2:21 pm
Mark and Notsu stepped off the bus. Notsu suddenly blurted out," This place looks fun already!" Mark looked down at her," Yeah, but look." He was pointing to a girl who was sitting on a window sill. She had pasty blue-ish skin and some mossy growth on the back of her neck," She's not human, and,"Mark pointed to what looked like a werewolf over by an aardvark-shaped hedge," I don't think he's human either." Notsu slapped his forehead and said," Look, it's probably just costume, you know, for a school play or something," And with that she started walking towards the front door of the main building. " Hey, wait up!" Mark yelled as he ran to catch up to her.
As they entered the building, a kid down the hall walked past the holding a revolver, and shot it right towards Mark's face. Mark, oddly enough, pulled a neo and dodged it. Notsu watched in shock as it happened, and remarked," I never knew you could do that." Mark looked at her again and said," Neither did I."
"I don't think you can."
"Neither do I."
"Well then how-"
"I don't know." they stared at each other for a while, but they laughed it off. Mark looked at the paper he was holding while he set down his black mesh backpack," I think I finanlly get it. This school defies reality as we know it. Nothing here is realistic," He stopped short when Notsu interrupted," But big bro, it is here, we're standing on the ground floor, and this directory says that there's a basement. If this wasn't real, we would have fallen through the floor."
They stared at each other again, before Mark continued."Anyway, this says our room is on the forty-seventh floor." They looked around, no elevators, no stairwells, though there were mini-trampolines. Notsu looked up at her brother," what do you think?" he looked back at her," I think it's worth a shot." He tossed his bag onto the one marked '47' and Notsu and Mark watched as it rocketed several floors up. They looked at each other and shrugged. Mark went first, and he landed right next to his bag. He picked it up and looked back at the paper he was holding. Meanwhile, Notsu hopped onto the trampoline and landed face first on the floor. She stood up and they both looked at a sign on the wall. They both at the same time recited," Level forty-seven, the FunkLayer." Mark leading the way, they walked up to a door that was marked 12B. There was a note on it that read 'Geetings Aktash soblins, we hupe yo injoy ur tyme here ot OSMMA. This rume has bean asined to you buy or skool headmatser, whu is corently in a unown lokashon. INJOY!' "Man, whoever wrote this doesn't know how to spell," Notsu remarked, examining the note a bit closer. When she figured ou what it said, she told Mark," it says,'Greetings Aktash siblings, we hope you enjoy your time here at OSMMA. This room has been assigned to you by our school headmaster, who is currently in an unknown location. Enjoy!'." Mark looked at her, "It takes a genius to figure that out, come one, let's check it out." He opened the door and... ((Can anyone say, cliffhanger? I will describe their room and their next actrions in my next post))
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 4:33 am
RoboTrible winced inwardly as frog eggs and purpley water soaked into her fluffy crimson shag rug. The little creature that sat in front of her was glancing around at her pirate-esque decor.
She waved slightly, and beamed. "Bark!" she replied, shrugging. "You'd have to explain what you meant by like you. A student? A female? Scaly?"
She lifted an ear, hearing someone come up the trampoline. Nonchalantly, she kicked her door open an inch of two, in case the new recruits needed a helping... paw.
"Also," she added, looking back at the scaly creature, "There's only one person in here."
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 9:09 am
Yindy started to squish the frog eggs into the carpet shyly. She then looked up and grinned. "Like, li, lik, are you a dog and a human fused? (YURIEEK) I'm two people fused." She held out her hands to demonstrate this--her hands resembled those of blue-tinged demon duck feet. (Though it didn't register at first, Yindy was picking up on two bodies moving close by...)
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 10:41 am
"Really?" she asked, quite interested. "Interpretive Voodoo instructor teaches us about that sort of stuff. Then again, Professor Nose-Like-Walrus also teaches us the thousand uses of marijuana."
She wiggled her tail. "And I'm only one person. The ears and tail are a surgical add-on."
She used much of her restraint not to gasp in horror as the unborn frogs found their final resting place in her rug.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 10:14 pm
NOTHING! There were two crude beds on the western side, a small t.v. in front of the beds, white-washed walls, a second door to the east which led into the bathroom, and an odd console (Like computer, not like X-Box) in the north east corner (This being said, this is only assuming that the direction they are facing is north) Mark and Notsu were shocked! (Duh!) Notsu looked around and said in an enraged way," Do they expect us to live in this place for the next year?!" As an answer, Mark pointed to the console," Let's find out." He walked over and scanned the screen for anything that would be of use," Hmmm... This is asking me for a slash command..."
Notsu started unpacking her bags and settling in to one of the beds," Type something then, it was in our 'assigned room' so I guess we have the freedom to use it." Mark nodded and typed '/waffle'. Almost immediately, the beds suddenly looked like giant waffles, the T.V. looked like an open waffle iron, the walls took on a pattern that looked like syrup being poured, and the carpeted floor turned yellow. Even the doors took on the likeness of a giant waffle, though they still felt like a doors. The inside of the bathroom had the same wall and floor patterns(Though the floor in there was linolium), the toilet turned yellow and the toilet seat took on the likeness of a large waffle, the sink remained the same, but the shower turned a slightly darker yellow color.
Notsu jumped up as the beds changed and almost screamed," And I thought we'd seen everything in this kookhouse... at least we know what that computer does. Do you think we should leave the room this way or change it?" Mark looked around for a bit before answering," Let's leave it, think I could get used to this. Well, now that we have that settled, let's meet the locals." Notsu scowled," What about your bags?" "Let's leave them, I want to get to know this place first." And with that, they both left the room.
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