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Post by ivy on Jul 4, 2012 22:01:10 GMT -6
==> Be the stylish girl.
You are now the stylish girl. Wow, you are REALLY stylish. But of course you're stylish, because among other things, one of your passions is FASHION and BEING FASHIONABLE. You will always look really stylish. What is your name, stylish girl?
==> Enter name.
Your name is LEXI COLLINS.
You have a number of interesting hobbies which include, as previously stated, BEING FASHIONABLE as well as COLLECTING STRANGE OBJECTS. In addition to that, you enjoy SHOPPING and BLOGGING. You sometimes forget to update your blog, but you doubt you have a very wide readership, anyways. Speaking of which...
==> Lexi: Update blog.
Hm...No, you think you will examine your collection of strange things.
==> Lexi: Examine collection of strange things.
You walk over to your shelf, which contains books as well as your strange object collection. Your collection includes many strange things. Some of these things include a pretty, flat rock you found by the stream while you were wandering outside, a rusty pocketwatch that doesn't tick anymore, but has a picture of a pretty woman inside it, and other weird, unfathomable things. You quickly get bored of admiring your collection, since you have done it so many times before.
==> Lexi: Update blog.
Fine, fine, you walk over to your computer and turn it on. Pesterchum automatically fires up, and you check to see if anyone is online. A couple people appear to be available to chat to, but you think updating your blog is more interesting. You open your Typheus web browser and enter the url for your new blog. You had a blog for your fashion-type posts, but you had decided that it would be better to make a separate blog for your SBURB blogging.
Yeah, you read right.
You have decided it would be fun to blog about this new game your friends convinced you into getting, so you created a separate blog to post to, since you figured your few readers who pay attention to your fashion blog won't want to read about your gaming exploits.
You open up a new post, and make a quick summary about how excited you are to play the game. You also make a quick summary about what this blog's purpose is, since this is your first post. After clicking the "post" button, you push off from your desk, allowing your chair to spin for a bit before getting up and walking downstairs for some lunch, still leaving your laptop open.
[/center] Lexi leaves her room, trotting down the staircase in search of her guardian and maid, Dyta.
LEXI: Dyyyta!
LEXI: Do you have lunch?
LEXI: I'm staaarviiing!
Lexi allows her hand to linger on the guardrail for a moment as she turns her head back and forth, trying to catch sight of her maid. Perhaps she predicted her charge would come downstairs in hopes of food, and proceeded to prepare a meal for her? That would be so thoughtful. Lexi leisurely makes her way over to the kitchen, hoping to find Dyta.
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Post by dyta on Jul 4, 2012 22:13:50 GMT -6
==> Be the maid.Your name is DYTA SZYSZKA and you are POLISH. You are also MAID AND GUARDIAN to Lexi Collins. Her father is almost never home, so you tend to do all the thing a normal parent would. You enjoy that aspect of your life, but you just can't call yourself her mother. Or her stepmother. That would just be odd, no matter which country you're from. You usually take whatever you get. But, wait? What's that? You hear her voice! Wanting lunch? Oh, well, you are feeling a bit hungry yourself. But you're not feeling like any sort of traditional Polish cooking at the moment. It's not actually that regular in the household. No, you're going to make a sandwich. You believe that you're the best sandwich maker in the hemisphere. Your mother wins on the other side of the globe. You flash step to the kitchen, because that will never stop being of use, and begin to make a sandwich. The first one is, of course, for Lexi. She enters the kitchen and you greet her with a warm smile. DYTA: hello, lexi. are you well today?
DYTA: aside from the hunger pains, i mean.
You chuckle a bit, continuing to make the sandwich. It's almost done. All it needs is the SPECIAL SAUCE. It makes just about everything better, but it goes especially well with sandwiches. You usually say it's a Szyszka family tradition, passed down from generation to generation, but it's something your mother tried one day because your father, rest his soul, was growing tired of the same potato pancakes. The point it, no sandwich is complete without it. DYTA: have you done your home-work, dear?
The warm smile remains. But you know what happens when Lexi doesn't do her homework. You hope Lexi knows. She's been getting better at strifing, but she is no match for you. It pains you every time, but some children just have to learn. [/center] |
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Post by ivy on Jul 4, 2012 22:43:55 GMT -6
==> Lexi: Enter the kitchen.
You enter the kitchen, and lo and behold, there stands your maid, Dyta, making a sandwich. Which is great, since you could really use a sandwich right now! You return the smile, thankful that she has food, and greet your maid.
LEXI: Hey, Dyta!
LEXI: Yeah, I'm good.
LEXI: Starving, though! Haha.
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You wait in anticipation as Dyta prepares the sandwich, until she asks the question you had not been anticipating.
You had completely forgotten about homework.
Actually, you didn't forget, you had just been putting it off for later. Which now, in hindsight, seems to have been a very bad idea.
You should have known better than to engage your guardian in conversation without your homework completed.
LEXI: Ahaha...
LEXI: Well, not yet.
LEXI: But, I was goooing to do it after lunch!
LEXI: Since, like, y'know...food fuels the brain and stuff!
You shoot her a grin that says something along the lines of "i know this prooobably wont work but imma try it anyways". It's a mix of hopeful, and that awful "i know whats coming next" feeling.
You try to pay extra attention to any movements Dyta makes now, since you can feel the oncoming strife in the air. This precaution is relatively useless, though, since Dyta always wins a strife. Always.
LEXI: No hard feelings, right?
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Post by dyta on Jul 4, 2012 23:00:07 GMT -6
==> Dyta: Sigh.You smile at Lexi. DYTA: well, you are still growing.
you have every right to be starving.
That smile remains on your face until she nervously laughs. Lexi then gives a lame excuse as to why she didn't do her homework. You sigh, shaking your head. DYTA: tsk tsk tsk. lexi, excuses will only last you so long.
DYTA: my mother used to tell me.
DYTA: she would say, "dyta szyszka. excuses are the fertilizer in which laziness and dishonesty grow."
DYTA: then she would come very close to knocking me unconscious with a wooden spoon.
DYTA: but i learned my lesson.
DYTA: in either case, you and i both know what that means.
It breaks your heart. DYTA: never hard feelings, lexi, never.
DYTA: but with-out reinforcement, rules mean no-thing.
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Post by ivy on Jul 4, 2012 23:15:40 GMT -6
==> Lexi: Be screwed.
Quite accurate, arrow. You are most certainly screwed, in the worst sense. It was foolish of you to think such a petty excuse would work. Your face pales considerably, and you brace yourself for the oncoming slew of ladle-beatings. Your eyes search for an escape, when suddenly your maid is gone.
A slight tap is felt on your shoulder, alerting you to her presence directly behind you. You don't even have to look over your shoulder.
Thanks to Dyta's maneuver, this leaves the path into the kitchen clear for sprinting into. As you abscond the hell out of there, you retrieve your staff from your strife deck, in the hopes you will be able to use it in self defense this time. [/center] |
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Post by dyta on Jul 4, 2012 23:24:20 GMT -6
==> Dyta: End it quickly.The longer this goes on, the more your heart rips just a little bit. She absconds, but you flash step in front of her, unleashing your LADLE FLURRY technique, smacking enough pressure points so that she'll likely fall over rather embarrassingly. She'll probably be in pain, but you always make sure you have aspirin and things to do while she's incapacitated. It's not like she'll be down forever, you just like being way too prepared for your own good. DYTA: the home-work helps you learn.
DYTA: it keeps the knowledge in your head.
DYTA: i really wouldn't do this to you if it wasn't all for the best, lexi, and i'm sorry it has to always end like this.
You frown. You hate having to do this to poor defenseless Lexi, but it's something you have to do. [/center] |
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Post by ivy on Jul 4, 2012 23:42:31 GMT -6
==> Lexi: Be defeated.
As you had said before, strifes with your guardian will always be lost. No matter what. The probability of you winning is zero. It is less than zero, infact. As you fruitlessly try to dodge the incoming barrage of ladle-fury, you are quickly beaten into submission.
Your resistance was all for naught.
You land in a heap on the floor, your limbs rendered useless. You mumble from the ground.
LEXI: So can I have lunch now?
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There's really not much else you can do except wait for Dyta to collect you from the floor. Your body aches all over but you know Dyta will take good care of you and nurse you back to full health.
You really should get to doing that homework.
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Post by dyta on Jul 4, 2012 23:54:18 GMT -6
==> Dyta: Feel terrible.This always happens. You put away your ladle and gently pick Lexi up from the ground and move her to a seat. DYTA: of course, corka.
DYTA: i'll serve it up with a nice aspirin as well.
DYTA: should take the sting away nicely.
You scurry, quickly finishing the sandwich by adding your sauce and acquiring enough aspirin and bring it back to Lexi with a tall glass of pink lemonade. DYTA: now, this, i made early in the morning.
DYTA: i know you've told me you like the "lemon-aid", especially when it's pink.
DYTA: if you need any help with any-thing, tell me.
You scurry back and begin to prepare a quick sandwich for yourself. The arms are usually the first to regain movement. DYTA: i hear your, ah, "sub-urba" disks are coming in the mail, hm?
DYTA: so exciting!
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Post by ivy on Jul 5, 2012 0:17:53 GMT -6
==> Lexi: Be nursed back to health.
Dyta carefully picks you up from the ground and places you in a chair, allowing you to get the blood circulating through your body better. She scurries away to finish you lunch and fetch you some aspirin for the pain, which has by now become a dull ache.
LEXI: Thanks, Dyta.
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Dyta places your sandwich and some aspirin before you, and you wait as your arms slowly regain movement. You are cheered right up when your maid places a tall refreshing glass of pink lemonade before you. Your favorite!
LEXI: Whoa, Dyta, you're like, the best!
LEXI: Thanks!
You thank Dyta again with a smile as you wait, now eager, for your arms to regain movement. They eventually do, and you take the aspirin with a gulp of the delicious pink lemonade that Dyta always mixes to perfection when she makes it.
LEXI: Oh, yeah.
LEXI: They shooould be coming, like, today-ish?
LEXI: Did you check the mail yet?
You had been eagerly awaiting the arrival of your SBURB disks, ever since you had ordered them. Today was the day there were supposedly arriving, so you are practically bouncing in your seat with anticipation!
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Post by dyta on Jul 5, 2012 12:25:57 GMT -6
==> Dyta: Feel better.And all is forgiven. You feel absolutely relieved. DYTA: of course, of course, lexi.
You grin and clasp your hands together, hearing Lexi's reaction to the lemonade. DYTA: it's no trouble.
DYTA: i just thought it would be a good thing to do.
DYTA: looks like it was!
DYTA: i'm just glad you still enjoy it.
Your sandwich finished, you sit next to Lexi with it. DYTA: i haven't, yet.
DYTA: i thought we could go check for the mail together?
DYTA: you get your discs sooner and i get every-thing else.
DYTA: though if you want to... ah, set up, or what-ever you need to do? that's completely fine.
You give a faint, good-spirited chuckle. DYTA: just make sure your home-work gets done some-time today, yes?
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Post by ivy on Jul 5, 2012 13:44:30 GMT -6
==>
You pick up your sandwich, and bite into it, finally getting the lunch you had been after this entire time. Dyta always makes the best sandwiches. Or, you think so, anyways, since you don't actually have much to compare her to. But they're delicious none the less. You take another sip of the lemonade.
LEXI: Pink lemonade is like, the beeest.
LEXI: I'll alwaaays enjoy your lemonade.
LEXI: Especially when its pink and stuff!
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You take another bite out of your sandwich, and since it's rude to talk with your mouth full, nod in agreement to Dyta's idea. You swallow first, before replying.
LEXI: Yeah, that sounds like a suuuper idea.
LEXI: I don't think I'll have to do like, tooo much set up
LEXI: Since I just need a lot of space in my house and stuff
LEXI: Which I have!
LEXI: So we should definitely get the mail together!
You flash Dyta a grin, and continue to eat your sandwich. She mentions homework, and you give a playful sigh.
LEXI: Yeah, yeah, I got it.
LEXI: It'll totally be done before the day ends, I prooomise you.
After finishing off your sandwich, you notice your legs have gone back to normal, and you tap your foot idly on the tile floor as you sip your lemonade, and eventually drink it down to the last drop.
Dyta makes the best lemonade. Your argument is invalid.
LEXI: So!
LEXI: Let's like, go get the mail!
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Post by dyta on Jul 5, 2012 14:05:49 GMT -6
==> Dyta: Feel much better.You do. DYTA: i'm glad, lexi.
DYTA: though that means i'm going to have to pick up more lemons.
DYTA: i get them from a nice little stand. a wonderful belgian gentleman runs it.
DYTA: though he always is wearing a, ah, "track-suit"?
DYTA: but that's no matter, the fruit is always fresh.
You smile, then thoughtfully take a bit of your sandwich. He certainly is an odd fellow. But you're not lying about his fruit. You're infinitely glad that Lexi remembers her manners. You think you're the luckiest maid in the world to have a girl like Lexi to look after. Of course, your manners are always there, being one to teach manners. You haven't spoken with your mouth full since you were very little, and that won't change now. DYTA: wonderful.
DYTA: but, if you don't mind me asking, why do you need space for a game?
You nod when she mentions her homework. DYTA: good. i know you'll get it done.
You've been taking bites in between conversational breaks, and you finish your sandwich as Lexi finishes her lemonade. She seems excited to get the mail. You really hope the discs are there, she's been looking forward to getting them for a while. DYTA: give me a few seconds, i just need to clean up a bit.
You snag the plates and Lexi's glass and flash step over to the sink, quickly washing them. But this is where your skills come in. While quickly rinsing, you grab your own glass from a cupboard, fill yourself a glass of water and down it while finishing the rinse. You still finish quicker than anyone without the experience you have would, but that's because you have other important details to attend to. You dry your hands. [/center] |
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Post by ivy on Jul 5, 2012 14:39:19 GMT -6
==> Lexi: Get the mail.
LEXI: Oh, I hope that's not like, too much trouble or anything!
LEXI: And Cali says, like, we need to make room for machines or something?
LEXI: I'm nooot really sure, but I'll take her word for it!
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Your maid excuses herself to clean the dishes, and she does the cool flash thingy where she practically teleports somewhere else. You want to be that cool someday. She finishes the dishes and beckons for you to lead.
LEXI:Aaall righties!
LEXI: Let's go!
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Lexi stands and pushes her chair back in, and exits the kitchen. She doesn't check to make sure Dyta's following her, since she's pretty sure she is anyways. After opening the door, Lexi strolls down the dirt road next to her maid, towards the mailbox.
Lexi notices the red flag thingy is up. She assumes that means the mail has arrived and sprints ahead of her maid to check the box.
Bingo! SBURB discs sit at the top of the stack, and she hastily reaches in and grabs the envelopes.
LEXI: Dyta! Dyta!
LEXI: They're heeere!!
Lexi separates the envelopes from the rest of the mail and waves them in the air excitedly.
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Post by dyta on Jul 5, 2012 14:53:50 GMT -6
==> Dyta: Follow.But first, you smile. DYTA: ah, there isn't much i would consider too much trouble.
DYTA: especially if it is in the name of freshness.
DYTA: fresh ingredients are always the best.
You follow Lexi, trailing a bit behind, just happy that she's happy. The flag is up, signifying that there is mail in there. You hope her discs are in there. It would probably crush her to find nothing. Lexi begins sprinting and you smile, letting her take the lead. If you were in a rush, you would be flash stepping all over the place. DYTA: oh, that's so good! i'm happy for you, lexi.
DYTA: just don't get so wrapped up in the game you can't finish your home-work.
DYTA: but i trust you'll do great.
You haven't stopped smiling. You just hope that the fact that you expect homework to be completed won't ruin Lexi's day. DYTA: if you need any help with moving things, feel free to ask me. i don't really have a lot to do to-day.
DYTA: i really hope you enjoy your game, corka.
Even if it means you probably won't see much of Lexi for the rest of the day. But there are things you can do. Maybe you'll talk to some of your friends? It's kind of sad, but you had already made a friend in one of Lexi's friends' guardian. A butler. A butler and a maid, talking and being friends. Imagine that. [/center] |
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Post by ivy on Jul 5, 2012 15:21:06 GMT -6
==> Lexi: Contain your excitement.
You manage to, but barely. You are practically skipping as you rejoin your maid on the return trip to your house.
LEXI: Whooo! Hoooo!
LEXI: And yeah, I told you! I'll get it dooone!
LEXI: So you don't gotta worry!
LEXI: I'm deeefinitely gonna try out this game first!
LEXI: Just for like, a few minutes, though!
LEXI: I'll take a break to do my homework after a little bit!
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You bound happily up the front porch before swinging over the threshold and quickly sprinting up the stairs, taking them two at a time, with envelopes in hand.
Wow, are you excited to play this game or what?
This game is toootally gonna rock.
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