[TUNNELSTUCK] two slots open!

[vordic.]

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species is human, pesterchum is skeletalOutbreak
located in home/hive, tagged to currently Jay Grifford.

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▪A familiar bing noise alerted me on pesterchum, seeing that I got a recent
message from a good pal. Clicking open the pester, and Immediately raised
an eyebrow in confusion. Of course, with slight hesitation, I replied.

SO: what
SO: why-
SO: (」゜ロ゜)」...▪

[jumping into first person since its sort of easier
for me to roleplay in that style to be honest pfppptt.]

[sicknasty]

Jay Gifford - abstractConcept - tagged: Skal

AM: I don't know.
AM: Why is an ostrich's eye bigger than its brain?
AM: Hah. That sounds like the beginning of a bad joke.
AM: How are you, by the way?

Sherit Mayenn - timidCombustion - tagged: Marcus
You smile at the message and quickly type a reply.

TC: hll mrcs!
TC: ys m hr!
TC: hw r y nd yrs tdy?

[nazghuls]

//Whoops almost forgot to post//

Kirnax Retoru/myselfExcluded/Open

Kirnax sat in his room quietly. Since it seemed obvious that no one was going to pop up out of nowhere for a good talk, he opened Trollian and started a conversation with the last person he'd been talking to.

-- myselfExcluded [ME] began trolling radicalBeat [RB] --
ME: hey y<O>u.
ME: im b<O>red
ME: got s<O>mething to d<O>?

Something that he liked about RB was her spontaneity. She always had something interesting to say, though it was usually a bit crazy/outrageous.

[grim.]

helico leolth.
borderlineCatatonic [BC]
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mentions; none.
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Your name is Helico Leolth (though you stubbornly insist that everyone call you Ko), and today has been utterly and absolutely boring. Aside from trying to get a hold of your flighty lusus, you’ve done nothing all day aside from binge watch human anime, lounge about and eat all of the junk food you could find. Especially the human junk food, which is devilishly delicious for some reason. You’ll be the first to admit that you’re somewhat lazy, but this lack of action is entirely too much even for you. You hadn’t even received a message from one of your friends today, despite the fact that your husktop has been open to the application all day. Perhaps everyone was busy, but now you can see that people were finally starting to come online. Freeing one of your hands from one of the paw, er…hoof, mittens attached to your precious hat you drag the husktop across the bed and closer to yourself.

You read the names with a lazy expression on your face, yet it seems as though most, if not all, of your friends are already engaged in conversation with one another. A small sigh ruffles the bangs that are sticking out from under your hat. How disappointing, it appeared as though your day wasn’t going to be spiced up by any sort of conversation either. Wait, you could be wrong. You watch with a curious purple gaze as another online symbol pops up beside a familiar name. Ah yes, her. You suppose you could pester her, unless she was having a particularly nasty day, in which case she would probably rush to your hive and eat you alive. But that was a risk you are willing to take to ease the immense boredom at this point. You casually begin to clack away at your keyboard.

borderlineCatatonic [BC] began trolling irateAnarcist [IA]
BC: yo sup seadwe||er?
BC: long time no Chat whatCha been up to |ate|y?

OOC: First time using this typing style, might switch back to first person though. Also, changed/edited Ko's form and her appearance a little bit, I'm in the process of getting a better, singular, reference image for her, but I can't do computer art, and I'm pretty terrible at pencil/pen stuff too, so it might take a bit. *weeps at lack of artistic talent for eternity*

[starry palms]

Your name is Gloust I'Kena and ow, your head hurts. You roll from your bed and squint at the light, reaching around for your bottle of water. Once it is firmly planted in your mouth, you open your laptop, which whirrs violently. Your chat client is still open from the night before. Raising an eyebrow, you scroll past all of your WONDERFUL FRIENDS. They're all talking to each other, it seems but you're not the type of person to get jealous. You let the people come to you because you are just so loveable, charming, handsome and popular. In the meantime, you'll lay back on your computer chair and carve some seashells. It's hard to ignore the hustle and bustle of traffic from below you though. It's always so loud. It makes your headache worse.

[prince of heart]

Idrina Glosse
Her huskstop chimed, and the heiress reached for it, pulling it onto her lap. Seeing who sent it, Idrina hovers over the block button before sighing and responding to the purpleblood. She isn't your favorite on your trollian, but perhaps you can rile her up over her gazelle quirks

IA: Helicoo
IA: Is there reasoon yoou re coontacting me
IA: OOr re yoou just looooking foor soomeoone too fight

There. That would put her on the defensive. Idrina believed the best way to get the measure of a person was to see how they reacted when attacked


Marcus Jones
Marcus smilied, though it took him a few seconds to sort out what Sherit meant, having to put in letters.

NB: We're all good!
NB: How are you and your lusus?
NB: Anything exciting happening tonight?

[vordic.]

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species is human, pesterchum is skeletalOutbreak
located in home/hive, tagged to currently Jay Grifford.

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SO: i could make a pretty good pun with that ostrich thing now..
SO: anyways, i've been fairly good, almost got into some fight with
a few guys earlier on today... that was mildly fun and stupid..
SO: anyways, how are you rolling lately, man?

[Curious]

ｄｅｉｍｏｓ ． ｖｏｌｔｒａ

Deimos was surprised to receive two Trollian notifications. One was from someone she already knew--at least over the Internet. The other was someone she wasn't familiar with. She opened an extra tab and answered the both of them.

RB: "Hah, hi there! Yeah, I'm always one up for a conversation, you've asked just the troll!
RB: "If you enjoy talking to someone as obnoXious as I, at least.

RB: "Someone sounds 6ored. I don't really have much to tell you, dude, I'm just chilling in my hive.
RB: "Er--house. Apartment.

[Rainpelt]

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:: Arabelle Yekosi :: ballisticEmpire ::
currently; plotting to escape, chatting | tagged; [open] + Calieb Andera
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Calieb still hasn't answered by the time all of your acquaintances come online, which is fine with you, he's probably off somewhere chasing butterflies. Not that he does that often, but you like to imagine that that's what he does with his free-time, the pansy. Scrolling through your list of pen-pals, you decide on one who will probably be the most willing to help with your growing plots.

-- ballisticEmpire [BE] began pestering (Gloust?) [??] --

BE: Aye Gloust, how's it?
BE: I'm working on my next escape plan, I think this one will go much better.

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:: Calieb Andera :: ildeOblivions ::
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Your name is Calieb Andera and you are continually disgusted by the behavior of you lusus. Why must he always be leaving ridge rats all over your recuperacoon? Reaching into the slime, you remove a fairly large, disheveled looking rat and toss it out of the open window. At some point in your life you were wrongly convinced that only feline lusi left presents everywhere. You have since been proven very wrong.
Down stairs, you can hear angry screeching, probably the buffoon yelling at it's own reflection. Again. Why couldn't you have gotten a useful sort of lusus? Well, you suppose you can't complain too much, it has spent years watching over you to be sure you did not fall into harm, and there was always some form of food on the table. Or in the recuperacoon. Whatever works.
Behind you, your husktop notifies your of an incoming message and distracts you from the growing pile of rats on your lawn ring. You turn to answer, and are immediately distracted by the flurry of feathers as your lusus comes bursting up the stairs, proudly displaying another rat in its beak. You aren't sure where it keeps getting these things, but it needs to stop.
You spend the next several minutes fending off your guardian, and your guardian spends the next several minutes attempting to get at your unfortunate recuperacoon to deposit its next gift in what it was convinced was an appropriate location. You, of course, do not agree.
You finally manage to shove the foul fowl out of the window and instantly regret your decision as soon as it sees the pile of rats on the ground and begins trying to gather them again. At least that will occupy it for a bit. In the meantime, you hurry across the room to see who is trying to contact you. Much to your pleasure, it happens to be your absent human-sibling.

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

BE: Yo Andera, how's Hawkdad, still leaving prey on the bed?
IO: a recuperac°°n, Bel... but yeah, i just threw him °ut the wind°w

She replies almost immediately, and you hope she hasn't been sitting there staring at her "laptop" this whole time.

BE: Bahahaha, again? That's hilarious, how much time do you have?
IO: maybe twenty minutes, it is an average size pile
BE: Oh boy, sounds like you're having a time. It's pretty boring over here.
IO: are your human lusi asleep n°w?
BE: "Parents." But yeah, thank gog. They're a heck of a lot more annoying that Hawkie
IO: i think that c°uld be °pen for debate
BE: Guess so, I mean, they don't leave dead things on my bed.
IO: recuperac°°n
BE: No, it's definitely a bed.
IO: ° right

While waiting for Arabelle, who is presumably trying to plot another one of her wild schemes to get back on Alternia, you notice that the amount of your online friends is steadily growing, and there are a surprising amount of humans online. After a quick once-over of the list, you settle on Marcus, who you insist on calling "Jones" so that you can use your typing quirk. If you remember correctly, and you usually do, his parents have a performance of some kind coming up. HE appears to already be chatting, but that doesn't matter much to you, you're a relatively patient troll, and genuinely interested.

-- idelOblivions [IO] began trolling nomadicBandmate [NB] --

IO: hell°, y°ure up late
IO: y°ur lusi have a perf°rmance c°ming up?
IO: °r... parents. i, °f c°urse, mean parents.

[starry palms]

You almost jump out your seat as a loud chime interrupts from your laptop. "Ugh, God, that is not doing anything for my terrible headache right now." Who was this again? You just had too many friends to count. Whatever, he'd just ask himself.



NC: uh plots, right.
NC: mind tellin' me what those are again
NC: didn't have the best night last night, my brain could probably be in better shape





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