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Post by Itchy on Jun 23, 2013 15:50:46 GMT -6
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Itchy eagerly awaited the arrival of their golden party guests. Oh, this fair would be delightful! He impatiently dashed around the front yard, faster than anyone could see. When were they getting here? When were they getting here? Lord English said soon. Soon was not soon enough. Soon had to be faster!
Fast was good. Itchy liked to move fast. But he wished the Prospitians would move as fast as him! Itchy's job was to welcome them and ensure they have a good time at the fair. Simple enough. Should be quick and easy. Mostly quick. Speaking of quick, those Prospitians most certainly were not! Where are they? Are they here yet? Oh, oh! Itchy spotted one of them in the distance. A figure covered in gold! Practically dripping in it. The first guest! Itchy liked ones. One is Itchy's favorite number. He was sure this first one would also be his favorite guest. Itchy dashed to the gate faster than you could blink and opened it in welcome.
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Post by RAZORI TIWOTA on Jun 23, 2013 22:04:53 GMT -6
> Razori: Arrive
You have no clue how you got here.
And "here" being someplace you've never seen before. A mansion looms not far ahead. An extremely green mansion, at that. The garish shade irritates your eyes, as many things do. Like sunlight and this stupid dress you're wearing. It's not even the color (though the color is pretty irritating too), but the fact that it's a dress. You don't like wearing dresses.
You also don't like how your hair is different than what it normally is. It doesn't make you look intimidating, which is... Irritating.
All of this irritation distracted you from the mansion that you guess you're supposed to be walking towards.
> Razori: Approach the mansion
You aren't quite sure, but you think you see a yellow and green something dashing back and forth. You aren't sure because your keen eye can barely see a blur. Maybe you're just imagining things.
You walk towards the front gate, since that's the logical entrance to enter from. The gate swings open when you near. You spot a just as garishly green something or other wearing a yellow hat standing there. You aren't sure how you feel about him. You'll decide later. |
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Post by Itchy on Jun 23, 2013 23:29:06 GMT -6
Oh good, finally, finally, someone has come! she is just as Itchy expected, covered in his signature color and the first to arrive.
"Hi! Hello! Welcome!" Itchy greets her three times because sometimes he talks so fast they rarely hear it the first time. "We are hosting a fair!" He tells her, zipping to the other side of her.
"You're the first one here! I like ones. One is fun!" Itchy says very seriously before dashing to the other side. As he does, he flicks her hair, for it is strange. "There will be many events, many! Not just one." Itchy looks her up and down. "There are more of you, right? Where are the others?" He looks around and dashes to random places across the yard, as if they'd appear from thin air. This happens within less than a second and he appears back in front of the guest. "By the way, who are you?" |
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Post by JUDE HARLOW on Jun 24, 2013 14:03:34 GMT -6
"Sweet jams." Jude snickered as he approached the pair from behind, nodding at the girl's golden night gown. Jude himself had quickly altered his outfit as it kind of made him feel like a pretentious asshole, to be clad all in gold. So, when he woke up in his room he'd raided his dresser for one of his t-shirts and put that on instead; cut the long sleeved golden shirt thing down the middle to wear it like an overshirt and swapped out the pants entirely for something a little less garish.
A voice called from over Jude's head, "Hey, this is the place!" Jude smiled and offered the little Prospitian on his shoulder a remunerative knuckle touch. "Fuck. This thing is pretty huge..." Immediately he turned to his little Prospitian friend with a grin and they both simultaneously belted out "That's what she said!!" The Prospitian so with quite a bit less fervor. Both laughed awkwardly for a bit, trying to keep it stifled. Ultimately regaining his composure, he addressed the green guy. "Yo, is it cool if I brought a couple friends?" An even smaller Prospitian, the equivalent of a young 4 or 5 year old human girl (whatever that was in Prospit like maybe that was thirty seconds who knows) peered out of from behind one of Jude's legs and gave a shy wave to Itchy. Jude gave the Felt member a quick once once over "A pair of plus ones If you will." |
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Post by RAZORI TIWOTA on Jun 24, 2013 16:51:43 GMT -6
==>You stare at the creature you can't quite place a name on as he rattles off something so quickly you can barely understand him. You conclude that he was greeting you. RAZORI: Um, thanks.
RAZORI: Who's we? ==>His quick movements make you feel a bit unsettled as he darts to your other side and back. You're unsure what to say as he says something about ones and being the first to arrive and more than one events. Unsurprised, you see a number 1 marked on his yellow hat. RAZORI: Yes, there's probably more of us.
RAZORI: But I wouldn't know where they'd be.
RAZORI: I don't care to know the whereabouts of everyone unless I need to. ==>You turn to see one of the pink aliens, trailed by a pair of carapacians. You attempt to give him one of your creepy stares as he comments on your night gown. With the bothersome absence of your bangs, you fail miserably. You just look vaguely angry or intense or something. You admit you like his modified outfit. Perhaps you'll try something similar with your own when you return to your block on Prospit. You step aside as he addresses the green whatsit. You kind of hope one of the Prospit trolls gets here next. |
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Post by Itchy on Jun 29, 2013 13:33:19 GMT -6
Yes, yes! More people! More!! Not just one! Itchy bounces about excitedly as another newcomer arrives. He dashes over to the pink creature. "Hello! Yes, Hi!" He tells him.
Realizing that he has neglected the gray guest, Itchy appears before her again. "Where is your invitation? You only need one! Yes, let me see the one invitation!" He tells her, before returning to the pink one.
"And you, as well! You also need an invitation. Just one! I suppose your friends are okay...but only if you have an invitation! Show it to me!" |
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Post by JUDE HARLOW on Jul 4, 2013 14:53:51 GMT -6
Jumpy Motherfucker. Jude mused, reaching into the back pocket of his pants for the way too fancy invitation he'd found on his nightstand earlier that evening. He guessed it was evening. He didn't fucking know. Jude straightened out the piece of paper on his knee, bending down enough that the little Prospitian on his should had to cling to his head. After straightening, Jude gave the guy on his shoulder a little high five for wicked grip and extended his arm in offering of the card to the little green guy.
The note was, no doubt, hastily snatched from Jude's grasp yeah I just did that I moved forward I'm god here. He offered his arm to the little girl behind his leg so as to offer his abilities as a gentlemanly escort as though she was the invitee and he was merely her butler. She enjoyed the switch of roles and happily took Jude's arm. "Yo, lickitysplit, where can I get a nice drink?" |
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Post by RAZORI TIWOTA on Jul 13, 2013 0:59:00 GMT -6
[okay decided to change writing style because it's eeeeaaaasieerrrrrr :o]
Razori watched as the green creature darted between her and the pink alien, inquiring about party invitations. He zipped back to the pink dude who apparently had an affinity for carapacians as he produced his own invitation. Razori recognized it for the brief moment it laid in his hands. She'd nearly forgotten about hers, but managed to produce it from a hidden pocket in her gown after a quick pat down.
She let the green guy take it, glad to be rid of it. The lavish note was too colorful for her liking. Damn, why does everything have to be so BRIGHT here?? She walked through the gate wondering what possibly could make her want to stay for more than just a brief amount of time. Maybe she can find a dark room somewhere. |
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Post by Alex Descart on Jul 19, 2013 21:14:46 GMT -6
[size=1 "Yooooo"
Alex wasn't very enthusiastic as he walked in the rfelt mansion. Everything was way to bright and that said a lot seeing as he was coming from prospit the shiniest fuckin planet in the known and probably unknown universe. The place was so gaudy even the citizens or denizens rather were forced to wear atrocious amounts of good constantly. Alex never being one to follow the craze especially when it came to sparkly golden pajamas altered his outfit to say the least every time he came to prospit. Cutting off a sleeve of the flowing gold garments and wearing it like an armband showing he was a part of the prospit gang. Kinda like how kids did when they didn't have entire uniforms to differentiate teams, or at least that's how they did it in the hood.
Alex still wasn't even comfortable with the planet the only upsides to this place being when he was here he wore a pair of glowing golden kicks he couldn't get enough of and the fact he could fly, or float.... He could float quickly through the air, which was kinda like flying but not at the same time. Maybe levitation would be a better terms... Whatever it didn't matter he was here after having passed out and entered the medium only to receive some invite to some fancy even at this like green mansion. So after packing all the dream weed he could in his pockets he made his way out of the tower he was supposedly locked in and to this house party. Hopefully he'd meet some other teammates there or something, he knew that Jude kid was on prospit and he was a pretty decent guy, Alex certainly wouldn't mind lighting one up with the guy. Noel was on derse however and he knew she wasn't the most social cat out there. He couldn't help but worry for his close friend.
"No point in worrying about it now." The man sighed before entering.
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Post by JUDE HARLOW on Nov 21, 2013 6:04:56 GMT -6
Jude could definitely get used to this. He entered the massive doors and scanned the foyer. The place was definitely an antique; the walls strewn with old-timey memorabilia and the architecture all old and shit. Not one to stick too close to a group, he wandered a bit off to the right to check out some vases and chiffarobes and whatever else he could get his hands on. He picked up a small book and blew on the cover. "Yithians: How to eschew unwanted ire" it read. The thing was fucking ancient and probably such an awesome read, but the party was moving on without him and Jude wasn't about to pass up his chances of meeting Zoey. He quickly fell back in line, brushing some of the dust on his fingers off on his jeans. He found himself standing next to the alien chick.
He elbowed her and, not directly acknowledging his action by looking at her but rather he, whispered to the side, feigning seriousness. "Hey, cutie pie. What's your name? And uh... what's with the whole grey thing? You from another planet?" He kept facing forward but was leaning down enough that it was obvious he was engaged with the alien girl. And if that didn't give him away, there was always the two prospitia-- wait... two? Fuck, where did Clarence go?? Jude sighed. The li'l man was plenty resourceful enough to last on his own for a bit. And if it was too big an issue, there was no shame in excusing himself for a bit to go on a manhunt. He'd of course have to recruit Zoey first. |
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Post by RAZORI TIWOTA on Nov 22, 2013 1:13:54 GMT -6
Razori followed the two aliens into the mansion, staying as far back as she could without actually leaving the group. Upon entering, her ears were filled with the drone of an incessant, collective ticking. She glanced in the nearest open doorway and spotted a collection of clocks. In the next room she spotted even more. Why one would ever need so many clocks was beyond her. Whoever lived here must like collecting them, she decided.
Razori flinched away as she felt a sharp jab in her side, half expecting she was getting attacked. She squinted up at the alien with the carapacians as he leaned down slightly to speak to her, though his gaze was elsewhere. Her cheeks flushed a very faint green at his greeting and she compensated by looking away with a disgruntled expression.
"Razori," she replied. "And I would assume so since I haven't seen your kind before. What's the name of your planet?" |
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