[TUNNELSTUCK] two slots open!

[sicknasty]

(idk how we're going to start so i'll just do a typical introduction of my characters and we can roll from there)

[Rainpelt]

((Sounds good to me ^^ I'm lurking around, doing like 500 things at once, but I'm here, haha))

[sicknasty]

Your name is Sherit Mayenn and you feel... strangely anticipative, like something very important is about to happen. You don't know why - this is just another night at home with your lusus, who probably needs feeding round about now. She's clucking away dowstairs, but you linger at the door of your respiteblock for a moment longer. You don't know where this feeling came from, but you don't want to dismiss your hunch this easily. Something... is about to happen...
Ding! Your husktop chimes, and you grin. It's rare to get messages from your human friends while you're still awake, due to the difference in time zones, but it's a pleasant surprise.
You walk over to your desk and log in to Trollian.
Trolltag: timidCombustion
Password: ***********
Who's sent you a message?

(i'm too lazy to write jay's so i'll do his later)

[prince of heart]

Idrina
Your name is Idrina Glosse, and today has been a nightmare. You have highblood councilors sending you constant emails and treaties, human governments worried about you taking over the throne soon, and your lusus has been getting louder all day. The only bright spot so far is that she was so put out by being fed late that she crashed one of the food ships that was sent out.

...you will probably have to deal with that tomorrow. For tonight, you take off your crown, return your jewelry to your sylladex, and sit down at your computer. Your "public" trollian is full of spam and messages from other trolls you don't care about. You switch to your private one and scroll through your contacts. only a few are online, and you don't have any new messages. Much better.
Who will you contact?


Marcus Jones
Your name is Marcus Jones, and you are excited. There has been a lot of talk about your parents band, and tomorrow is supposed to be one of their biggest shows ever! They are all downstairs, and while you should be asleep, you are far to excited for that. Instead, you quickly pull out your trusty computer, opening your pester chum. You scroll through your chum roll, noting that most of your human friends are off line, but several troll ones are up.
Who will you message first?

[Rainpelt]

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:: Arabelle Yekosi :: ballisticEmpire ::
currently; grumbling | tagged; [open] + Calieb Andera
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Your name is Arabelle Yekosi, and you are bored out of your mind. Human culture is so lackluster and mundane, and your fake lusi, "parents" or whatever, are constantly hovering over you during the day light hours. It has only been about six months since you were torn from your hive, and you've even started to miss Calieb's timidity.
You will admit, however, that your internet connection is much better, when you get the chance to use it, such as tonight. You rifle through your desk and pull out the laptop that they gave you to replace your poor husktop, which the monsters had promptly trashed. On impulse, you try to bring up Trollian, only to be rudely reminded that you're blocked from the application. What joy.
Grumbling, you open a way-too-cheery looking PesterChum and sign into your account, which you had created with the very same username as your old Trollian account.

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You stare angrily at the flashing bar for a moment. "Chumhandle." Such a strange name, you think it makes it sound like you're shark bait, even though you're well aware that "chum" is another word for "friend." You shrug and finally enter your former Trolltag and unnecessarily long password.

Chumhandle : ballisticEmpire
Password : ********************

After checking to see who was online and finding that to be no real help, you drag up a chat with your brother.

-- ballisticEmpire [BE] began pestering idleOblivions [IO] --

BE: Yo Andera, how's Hawkdad, still leaving prey on the bed?

After a few minutes without an answer, you begin grumbling again and slid the laptop to the side, dragging out the notebook you were supposed to use for school, but were instead using to draw up escape plans. Maybe somebody would wake up and want to chat, but in the mean time, you had work to do.

((Wow that was unnecessarily long, my bad. I'll do Calieb in a minute, y'all are free to pester Arabelle while I work on that though ^^))

[vordic.]

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species is human, pesterchum is skeletalOutbreak
located in home/hive, tagged to currently none.

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▪Your name is Skal Virshow, and you are currently concentrating quite intensely on your computer
screen at the moment; hence, your brain split between decisions. You could either go onto your
pesterchum and go on ahead and bother someone for a while- or go on ahead and do some reading
online for work... Taking option on, you quickly click open pesterchum and type in your account login.

Chumhandle : skeletalOutbreak
Password : ******
Who should you bother, or Who has messaged you already?▪

[Curious]

ｄｅｉｍｏｓ ． ｖｏｌｔｒａ

Deimos kicked up her feet and crossed her legs, munching hungrily on a bag of dried raspberries and sipping from a can of energy drink. Her eyes trailed from her TV to her husktop, sitting on the couch beside her. With a small shrug to herself, the troll girl picked it up and opened it, adjusting her glasses against the light of the screen. After looking over a few things that had been in the back of her mind for a while, she opened the Trollian application, hoping someone would see her online and talk to her. It was unlikely, as she was notorious for her...attitude.

(I hope you don't mind if I use this way of role-playing...Don't hesitate to tell me if you do. ^^')

[sicknasty]

(all these open posts and nobody answering anyone)

Your name is Jay Gifford and this is a good day. Your internet connection is up and running, and for once you're alone in the house - your parents and your little sister are out doing whatever it is they do, leaving you at home. You boot up your laptop and log onto Pesterchum.

Username: abstractMetaphor
Password: ********

You give your chumroll a brief, appraisive glance. You have a wide variety of people you talk to, which means there's pretty much always someone online. Who will you question today?
A chumhandle catches your eye, and you grin and open up a chat box.

abstractMetaphor began pestering skeletalOutbreak
AM: Hey, Skal. FUN FACT.
AM: Did you know that an ostrich’s eye is bigger than its brain?

[prince of heart]

Marcus Jones
Scrolling through his chumroll, Marcus hovers over a few names. Most of his friends were online, since he traveled with the band so much. Most tended to ignore his messages sometimes, since they could actually go and meet up with most of their friends. Still, there were a few who usually responded. Seeing that one of them was online, he opened a chat window.

nomadicBandmate began pestering timidCombusion
NB: Hey Sherit, you there?

[znu]

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『male┇olive blood/#254117┇sixteen┇famacideVigilante┇istp┇troll』
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Your name is Alciel Cirnoi, which admittedly was a pretty weird name. Although your mildly average blood was capable of human living conditions, you preferred the cultural comfort of your Alternian hive and lusus. Yawing, curling up in his computer chair and rolling towards his husktop, lazily tapping away at his Trollian user and password. Famacide Vigilante, huh? It was the username he choose a couple of sweeps ago, so of course he questioned the meaning of his name. Famacide was to "murder" using slander, and a vigilante is someone who takes up a lawful position without legal permission.
Perhaps to murder using slander? You really have no idea, your past self was very... Interesting. Rolling your eyes and typing in your pass, you scrolled over your various array of contacts. You weren't in the perfect mood for chit chat, but perhaps some person named radicalBeat would be open for some conversation.

-- famacideVigilante [FV] began pestering radicalBeat [RB] --
FV: d^on't mind me here.
FV: but seeing as y^ou seem s^omeone who seems musically inclined y^ou w^ould be interested in s^ome c^onversation?