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Forum Meta => Role Play => Archived Role Play Boards => Archive => Silly RP => Topic started by: Thyatira on July 08, 2007, 05:57:35 AM
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Perhaps this is already being done, but after some discussion with MomaKhab, she and I have decided that the main problem with forum-based roleplay is the lack of what I call "rapid banter"
The following is an excerpt from the #taijtu channel log:
[01:02] <Thyatira> the more I think about the RP thing, the more I realize what's wrong with Forum-based RP
[01:02] <MomaKhab> oh?
[01:02] <Thyatira> rapid banter is impossible
[01:02] <MomaKhab> exactly
[01:02] <MomaKhab> there's no back and forth
[01:02] <Thyatira> therefore, a Taijitu Silly RP channel!
[01:02] <MomaKhab> absolutely!
[01:03] <Thyatira> the logs of which could be posted to the forum
[01:03] <MomaKhab> very intriguing idea
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[01:04] <MomaKhab> whenever a group wants to RP
[01:04] <Thyatira> tis tru
[01:04] <Thyatira> okay
[01:04] <Thyatira> and there's already a Silly RP child board
[01:04] <MomaKhab> yes there is, which would be a good place to stick the logs
[01:04] <Thyatira> indeed
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[01:05] <Thyatira> open the log file, copy, and post to a thread in Silly RP
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[01:14] <Thyatira> join me in an experiment?
[01:14] <MomaKhab> certainly
[01:14] <Thyatira> join #SillyRPChannel1
The following is excerpted from #SillyRPChannel1:
Session Start: Sun Jul 08 01:13:51 2007
Session Ident: #SillyRPChannel1
[01:13] * Now talking in #SillyRPChannel1
[01:14] * MomaKhab has joined #SillyRPChannel1
[01:14] <MomaKhab> woot!
[01:14] <Thyatira> yes
[01:14] <Thyatira> it works
[01:14] <MomaKhab> congratulations, Thy!
[01:14] <Thyatira> now, can we access a log?
[01:15] <MomaKhab> not in PJIRC as far as I can tell
[01:15] <Thyatira> Session Start: Sun Jul 08 01:13:51 2007
[01:15] <Thyatira> Session Ident: #SillyRPChannel1
[01:15] <Thyatira> [01:13] * Now talking in #SillyRPChannel1
[01:15] <Thyatira> [01:14] * MomaKhab has joined #SillyRPChannel1
[01:15] <Thyatira> [01:14] <MomaKhab> woot!
[01:15] <Thyatira> [01:14] <Thyatira> yes
[01:15] <Thyatira> [01:14] <Thyatira> it works
[01:15] <Thyatira> [01:14] <MomaKhab> congratulations, Thy!
[01:15] <Thyatira> [01:14] <Thyatira> now, can we access a log?
[01:15] <Thyatira> [01:15] <MomaKhab> not in PJIRC as far as I can tell
[01:15] <MomaKhab> are you on your own client? Or in PJIRC?
[01:15] <Thyatira> mIRC
[01:15] <MomaKhab> ah alright
[01:15] <Thyatira> this rocks
[01:16] <MomaKhab> then as long as there's someone in it who ISN'T using PJIRC then we should be able to log.
[01:16] <Thyatira> yup
And finally again from #taijtu:
[01:30] <Thyatira> shall we announce this victory?
[01:31] <MomaKhab> I think we should!
[01:31] <MomaKhab> You must do the honors
[01:31] <Thyatira> very well
[01:31] <Thyatira> to the Silly Boards I go
[01:31] <Thyatira> brb
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:clap:
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I bow for the applause.
Thank you for your appreciation and support in this suggestion. :D
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Yea! I also agree that this is a good idea.
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Fouth'd. :)
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[11:08] <Thyatira> members of the K.H.A.B. death squad raided the Ministry of Finance last night, only to find the building empty,
[11:08] <Thyatira> except for a large paper shredder, and some bent paperclips
[11:09] * Khab checks every nook and cranny and then tsks. Nothing but dust balls.
[11:10] <Thyatira> One member of the KHAB/DS was attacked by a vicious dustbunny lurker under a desk
[11:10] <Thyatira> although no mortal injuries were sustained, the DS member now has an odd tendency to sleep under his bed
[11:11] <Thyatira> Khablanese doctors do, however, expect that the DS member would make a full recovery...
[11:11] <Thyatira> ...if, in fact, he officially existed
[11:12] <Khab> ... which, of course, is vehemently denied
[11:13] <Thyatira> representatives of the Khablanese government refused to comment
[11:14] <Khab> A quote from Tommy Bong, Second of Khablan: Like, no way, man... duuuude... did you see that purple squirrel run up that tree??
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Update, Part 1 of ... well, many:
<Allama> Hello kiddos. Thought I'd give it a try, I did.
<Thyatira> we raided the MinoFin earlier
<Allama> Fuuun
<Thyatira> building empty. found evidence of alien feline invasion, tho
<Allama> I want to raid the MoF, as well, but if that's done with I'll wait for the next fun raid.
<Khab> pfft, why not raid it again?
<Thyatira> yes, clearly they hid all the good stuff
<Allama> Woo!
<Thyatira> we must launch another raid
<Allama> We'll have to look harder.
* Thyatira passes out Look-Harder-vision goggles
* Khab wearing trenchcoat and big floppy hat, slips into the MoF under cover of darkness. Khab waves the others in. The coast is clear.
* Allama sneaks up to the wall and climbs to the ceiling with suction cup boots.
<Allama> "Psst... you guys want some?" *pop-bloop-plop*
* Thyatira follows in wearing ninja outfit
* Khab whispers back, "suction cup boots? do they have heels? flats wouldn't go with my outfit."
<Thyatira> suction cups! I completely forgot suction cups. I brought a camera-hat
<Allama> "Yes, I have several styles you may be interested in."
* Khab tsks. Males. Just like when they got lost at the MoC because Thy wouldn't stop to ask for directions.
<Thyatira> I'll have those ones there -- the black ones
<Allama> Cameras, good idea. I want a cowboy hat!
<Thyatira> we were not lost. I was... exploring
<Khab> of course, Thy, of course.
* Khab shares a significant look with Allama.
* Allama hands Thya the black sequined cowboy boots he wanted.
* Thyatira hands Al' a cowboy camera hat
<Thyatira> ooo, cool boots… sort of
* Khab takes the other ones. the ones with the heels, of course.
<Thyatira> OOC: Thy's camerahat is the Madhattery one, of course
TO BE CONTINUED...
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UPDATE, Part 2 of ... a lot...
<Khab> OOC: that hat is like my trench coat pockets. Mary Poppins would be proud.
<Thyatira> Alright, Al'. Recon from the last raid indicates we may be up against AFE's. Alien Feline Entities
<Allama> Uh-oh.
<Thyatira> yes, be prepared. they are distracted with fast moving shiny objects and tend to run if you bark like a dog
* Khab picks a hair from the curtain that looks suspiciously like cat fur.
<Allama> Will do, sarge.
<Thyatira> yup, AFE's. alright. we knew we were going to see this
* Thyatira passes out cat toys
* Allama readies kitty distraction device - catnip mice spring from her vest at the push of a button.
<Thyatira> the guys in MBF told me about the cat threat
* Khab arms herself with a feather on a string.
<Thyatira> MBF = Man's Best Friends
* Khab checks the cookie jar for evidence. And finds it sadly lacking in cookies.
<Thyatira> shall we split up? or stick together?
<Allama> We'll cover more ground if we split up, though the guys who say that in movies always die... I say we stick together.
<Thyatira> right. stick together
<Khab> definitely. dying would be most inconvenient.
<Thyatira> there's just one thing that bugs me about all this. what would AFE's want with the Finance Ministry?
<Allama> Hmmm, good question.
<Khab> hmm. excellent question
<Thyatira> unless...
<Allama> Do you think they were hired... as assassins?
<Thyatira> assassin?
* Allama plays scary music.
* Thyatira hides behind Khab
<Allama> Oops, forgot we were being stealthy.
* Allama turns it off.
<Thyatira> right. no music
* Khab looks around furtively. And makes herself small.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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UPDATE, Part 3 of several...
<Thyatira> I've got it! the first raid found nothing because the AFEs took all the shiny stuff! it's the only thing that makes sense
<Khab> you must be right
<Allama> by Jove, I think he's got it!
<Thyatira> I'm always right
<Allama> You're a man; that can't be right.
<Thyatira> hmm
* Khab checks the coffeepot. Seems SOMEbody has enough budget for one that works, as opposed to the poor little MoC workers, who do not.
* Allama smiles at Khab.
* Thyatira looks around corner
<Allama> All clear?
<Thyatira> no. fur all over the hallway
* Khab freezes.
<Khab> this could mean an ambush.
* Thyatira draws distraction device
<Thyatira> I'll go check it out. you stay here
* Allama huddles behind Khab.
<Thyatira> If I'm not back in 5 minutes, send in the dogs
* Khab grips Al's sleeve and nod-nods.
* Khab waits... and listens.
* Thyatira slips around corner and vanishes in the dark, fur-covered hall
<Khab> psst... Al... do you think he'll get lost again?
<Allama> There's no telling.
<Khab> you know males
<Allama> Well have to wait and see. If he isn't back in 3, I say we pull over and ask for directions.
* Thyatira returns
<Thyatira> there was a scuffle, a ... cat-fight
<Allama> Uh-oh, what happened?
<Thyatira> apparently a struggle for leadership within the AFEs. I found ... this ...
* Allama gasps
<Allama> *gasp*
TO BE CONTINUED…
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UPDATE, Part 4, I think...
* Thyatira pulls out an AFE officer's collar
* Thyatira hands collar to Al'
* Khab double-gasps!
<Thyatira> put that on, it may come in handy... okay. ready?
<Khab> ready
* Allama puts on the collar after applying a thick layer of disinfectant.
<Allama> Ready.
<Thyatira> Well I'm not. This is looking more and more like a job for the Dogs of War
* Khab hopes there isn't a bell on that collar.
<Thyatira> looks good on ya, Al'
<Khab> works nicely with your coloring.
<Thyatira> and the cowboy hat
<Khab> that, too
<Allama> Thankee, I do try to match my ensembles.
* Allama winks.
<Thyatira> I only found the one. but if we're stopped, you're in charge Al'
* Khab will just have to wing it, then.
<Allama> Aye, aye.
<Thyatira> do your best to impersonate and AFE
* Allama snaps to attention and salutes.
<Khab> and make like we're your prisoners. or something.
<Thyatira> alright, the hall is clear down to the end, where it T's left and right. all the doors in this corridor are locked
<Allama> Will do. Let's go left.
<Thyatira> left is good
<Allama> Right is always wrong. *ba-dum-cha*
<Thyatira> wait, if we go left I can't be right
* Khab nod-nods.
<Khab> well if you go right you might be left. and then you'd be on your own.
<Thyatira> right. I mean Check
<Khab> exactly.
<Thyatira> roger
<Khab> where?
<Allama> Indeed. Left!
* Khab looks for Roger.
<Thyatira> Roger bought it on the last mission
TO BE CONTINUED…
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UPDATE, Part X of Y...
<Allama> Surely we'll find the way!
* Khab shrugs, since she can't find him anywhere.
* Allama mutters "stop calling me Shirley"
* Thyatira inches up the hall, hugging the left-side wall
* Khab follows, silently.
* Allama follows just behind, ready to pounce on any opposition.
* Khab gets sidetracked for a moment by a chandelier.
<Thyatira> chandelier? in a hallway?
* Allama grab's Khab's shoulder and pulls her from the mesmerizing sparklies.
<Thyatira> you sure you're not part cat?
* Khab oopses and gets back on track.
<Khab> me? never!
<Thyatira> I'd ask if you’re a spy, but we're all spies
* Khab swears by all that is sneaky.
* Thyatira crouches at the corner and sets down robot camera mouse, which heads down the left corridor
* Khab pats her hair, just in case she's caught on camera.
* Allama adjusts her flak vest. Those things don't offer a girl much in the way of support, y'know.
<Thyatira> down the corridor, there's the sounds of an AFE furiously attacking the camera mouse
* Khab commiserates with Al.
<Allama> Let me go first; I'll pretend to be one of them.
<Khab> good thinking
<Thyatira> that flak vest is fine. you both look lovely
* Khab preens.
<Thyatira> lovely in a sneaky way, that is. Al', call out if you need help
<Khab> and I must say you look terribly dashing in your own.
* Thyatira looks at the robomouse control unit
<Thyatira> why thank you
* Khab gets into position behind Al and Thy.
* Thyatira adjusts Madhattery hat
<Thyatira> okay, shoot first ask questions later, Khab!
<Khab> got it!
<Thyatira> If those AFEs get out of here, they'll use the whole regional park as a litter box
* Khab shudders at the very thought.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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* Thyatira looks at video feed from robomouse
<Thyatira> ACK!
* Allama wanders down the hall, trying not to look suspicious.
<Thyatira> Khab, Al's heading into an ambush. there's ... 5 of em!
<Allama> "Hello, my fellow cat-type person. Mind if I join you in what is sure to be an enjoyable endeavor at chasing that mouse, wot wot?"
<Thyatira> the cat-type person looks quizzically at Al'
* Khab glances at Thy, intrigued by this.
<Thyatira> "I am Kali-ko" quoth the cat
* Khab subtly places her hand on her yarn-ball shooter, just in case.
* Allama bats at the mouse with her hands and meows.
* Allama hopes this fools the AFE
<Thyatira> Kali-ko sniffs Al', then licks her
* Khab shrugs and makes like a cat, emulating Al.
* Thyatira wonders if we should call for back up
* Khab doesn't think that will be necessary, as she's checked, and Kalli-Ko is obviously a male.
<Thyatira> Kali-ko then catches sight of Al's officer's collar. Kali-ko salutes Al' then nudges the mousebot toward the "officer"
<Khab> Mrow... do I smell female around the corner? (hoping Kali-Ko will chase off after it)
* Allama nods in respect and licks Kali-ko's face in return.
<Thyatira> Kali-ko's ears perk up at the mention of a female
* Allama plays with the camera mouse a bit more, then asks Kali-ko how his tasks are shaping up.
<Thyatira> All of the region's Tai have been loaded, ma'am! the starship is ready to depart
* Thyatira looks at Khab
<Thyatira> Are we too late?
<Allama> Excellent. I must inspect them, so escort me to the ship.
<Thyatira> “yes ma'am!” Suddenly Kali-ko's fur bristles as the AFE catches sight of Khab and Thy
* Allama walks just barely behind Kali-ko so he doesn't realize she has no clue where it is.
<Allama> What's wrong?
* Khab mrows again to allay suspicion.
<Thyatira> them! who are they!?
* Thyatira tries to look like The Cat in the Hat
<Thyatira> "uh... meow..."
<Allama> They're new conscripts. They just came down earlier. Dreadfully shy, you see. They just won't stop staying behind like that. Come on, you two, look lively!
* Kali-ko shrugs. "This way then,"
* Khab snaps to attention!
* Thyatira follows Al's lead
* Allama nods.
* Kali-ko waves off the AFE ambush squad and guides the trio to the starship on the roof of the Ministry of Finance. "I shall stand guard, ma'am" says Kali-ko. the AFE gestures for the trio to go aboard
<Allama> Yes, that will suffice. Thank you, soldier.
<Khab> Khab follows closely behind the others, trying to look all cat-like.
* Allama walks onto the ship.
* Thyatira follows Al'
* Khab closes the hatch and locks it securely.
<Thyatira> good thinking!
* Khab is always thinkin'.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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<Thyatira> but do you know how to fly this thing?
* Allama admires that.
<Allama> Um... no?
<Thyatira> Khab?
* Khab glances doubtfully at the controls.
<Allama> I was hoping one of you could.
<Khab> um.. me neither.
<Allama> Maybe there's a manual...
<Thyatira> Then I'll have to try
<Khab> well, one of these buttons has to do SOMEthing.
* Allama opens the glove box.
<Allama> Here we go!
* Thyatira sits in the pilot's chair
* Allama pulls out a manual.
<Allama> Oh crap, it's written in cat language.
<Thyatira> We are NOT stopping for directions
<Allama> Thya!
<Thyatira> don't you speak cat?
* Allama frowns.
<Allama> Oh wait, I do! I forgot.
<Thyatira> lol
* Allama reads the ignition instructions to Thy.
<Thyatira> right!
<Khab> whew!
<Thyatira> how hard could this be, really? WE'VE got opposable thumbs
* Khab thinks Thy does have a point.
* Thyatira fires up the engines
* Khab pushes a button to see what it does.
* Allama stumbles out of the way of the scratching post emerging from the floor.
<Thyatira> a mechanism nearby Khab shoots colorful Mylar streamers across the room
<Allama> Ooh, neat. That must be the "fun button"
<Thyatira> indeed
* Thyatira notes we need fun buttons back at base
* Khab makes a note of that.
* Allama is already drawing up the blueprints.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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* Thyatira flies the AFE ship away from the Ministry
<Thyatira> uh... where should we go?
<Allama> Canada! Fiji! Staten Island!
<Thyatira> those aren't in Taijitu!
<Khab> Switzerland! They have chocolate, you know.
<Allama> Oh... Ummm... Mor'os! Whereamistan!
<Thyatira> right. Mor'os it is
<Allama> Wooo! They need one more spaceship to crash there, anyway. ^_-
<Thyatira> Mor'os is big. we should be able to hit that no problem. I mean "land"
<Khab> landing is ever so much better than hitting.
<Allama> Uh, alrighty.
* Allama grabs a seat and buckles up.
<Thyatira> Al' are there landing instructions in that book?
* Khab does too. And plays with some more buttons.
<Allama> Yes, but this is all they say:
* Allama translates.
<Allama> "Make the ship touch the ground. Don't kill yourselves.:
<Thyatira> hmm
<Allama> *yourselves."
<Thyatira> not very helpful, is it?
<Allama> Not really, no.
<Thyatira> A big padded hand comes out of the back of Khab's chair and pets her head
<Khab> Hmm. I suppose we could maybe cut the engines and coast in.
<Thyatira> Right, Cutting engines in 3... 2...
* Khab is so comfortable she could almost purr. Almost. Except she's not a cat, of course.
* Allama hold on tight.
* Khab grips her seat.
<Thyatira> Will the Mor'osians fire on us?
<Allama> They didn't last time. I mean, no. Probably not.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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<Thyatira> right... er... okay... Damn! I left my robomouse back there!
* Khab glances at both Al and Thy. Hmm.
<Khab> You didn't! You did??
* The Big Padded Hand starts scratching Khab's back
<Thyatira> I did. the robomouse is in AFE hands... uh, paws...
<Allama> Damn, I think I need to get one of those. We should go back for it.
<Thyatira> well, if the ship survives, we'll reverse engineer fun buttons and scratchy hands
<Allama> Wait, I meant we *shouldn't* go back for it. That's it.
<Thyatira> right. besides, with the reward money we're sure to receive, we can build more robomice
* Khab sighs with contentment. The only thing that would make this more perfect would be some chocolate to go with the back-scratching.
<Thyatira> Okay. Making ship touch ground in 5... 4... 3... 2...
* Allama pulls a chocolate bar out of her pack and munches it. At least I'll die happy!
<Thyatira> 1...
* Khab squeezes her eyes shut!
<Thyatira> Tune in next time?
<Khab> lol sure why not
<Thyatira> Al'?
<Allama> lol. No! We must land now.
* Allama uses puppy eyes.
* Khab squeezes her eyes shut again!
<Allama> *Devastating puppy eyes!*
* Allama munches more chocolate
<Thyatira> The AFE ship hits the ground and then skids roughly to a stop on Mor'osian soil...
* Khab hopes we didn't take a wrong turn at Albuquerque.
<Thyatira> Alarms go off in the cockpit of the ship
* Allama peeks out the window.
<Allama> We're on fire!
<Thyatira> fun buttons randomly trigger
<Allama> Everybody, out!
<Thyatira> fire!? not good
TO BE CONTINUED…
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* Khab opens her eyes and jumps out of the seat!
* Khab dashes for the hatch!
* Allama runs to the door and tries to open it.
<Thyatira> we have to save the cargo! All the Tai!
* Khab hands Al a bobby pin.
* Thyatira runs to the cargo bay
* Allama jimmies the lock so the others can carry the money to safety.
* Allama grabs a case on her way out.
<Thyatira> Right, good idea
* Khab runs back for the cargo and drags a crate behind her!
* Allama goes in again, but only gets half a case.
* Thyatira carries what he can
<Allama> (Those things are heavy!)
<Thyatira> oof! yes they are
<Khab> no kidding. I broke a nail back there!
<Thyatira> alright, forget the money
* Khab sniffs.
<Thyatira> let's just get out of here!
* Khab abandons the crate, gives it a swift kick, and dives for the hatch.
<Thyatira> Al' -- you're next!
* Allama jumps out.
<Thyatira> even tho the ship is on fire, Thy lobs a grenade into the cockpit for good measure
<Thyatira> males like explosions
* Thyatira jumps out
* Khab is nearly bounced by a flying Thy.
<Thyatira> The AFE starship blows up -- scattering burning feathers, streamers, plastic balls with bells in them, and catnip-laden mice everywhere
* Allama thinks she should be glad he isn't active in the region yet, then!
<Thyatira> sorry we couldn't save your scratchy hand, Khab
* Khab nod-nods!
* Khab sighs in a martyrly fashion. "Ah well."
TO BE CONTINUED…
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<Thyatira> so, now, we contact the local authorities? or wait? They'll have seen us crashing .. uh, landing
* Khab breaks out her emergency nail file to fix that broken nail.
<Thyatira> OOC: whose nation is Mor'os anyway?
<Khab> OOC: Is that Myroria? I can't remember.
<Thyatira> not sure
<Khab> hrm
<Thyatira> I'll check before posting log
<Khab> checking - maybe I can find it in the National Stats section
<Thyatira> Mor'os, Myroria, as long as we're alive
* Thyatira hopes we're not in Myroria. Sounds like a noise an AFE would make
<Allama> Mor'os is Pragmia. ^_-
<Khab> ahhh okay and you're right, Thy, about the sound, I mean.
<Thyatira> alright. we'll head... that way we're bound to find something to blow up
* Allama looks where Thya points. "Straight up?"
* Allama shakes her head.
<Thyatira> oh,
<Allama> Silly men.
<Thyatira> right
* Khab shares a significant look with Al. Males.
<Thyatira> that way, then?
* Thyatira points
<Allama> Yes, that looks good.
* Khab puts her nail file away.
* Khab also puts away the marshmallows she was roasting over the roaring cockpit.
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