(Mosis If you're ready, we can start the RP today and you can just let us know when you have to take break. During that, would you prefer that we wait for you to get back on before resuming the RP, or would you want your character to go "dormant" for the time that you're off? We can work the "dormancy" into the story, e.g. sudden illness/injury that leaves you bedridden or getting imprisoned by our antagonist, but if you'd like us to wait for you, that's completely understandable.)
(And to everyone, now that our characters are figured out, it looks like we're ready to jump in whenever! Hooray! Story idea #3 is the top choice right now, but we can just see where the story leads us and work with that. Is that okay with everyone?)
(Mosis If you're ready, we can start the RP today and you can just let us know when you have to take break. During that, would you prefer that we wait for you to get back on before resuming the RP, or would you want your character to go "dormant" for the time that you're off? We can work the "dormancy" into the story, e.g. sudden illness/injury that leaves you bedridden or getting imprisoned by our antagonist, but if you'd like us to wait for you, that's completely understandable.)
(Heck n9! I don't want to ruin the fun! Just Rp! I'll be back! And yes we can start now!)
(Okay! :D Also, what timezone are you in, Mosis?)
(Im to sure but im in NY)
(Oh Estern Daylight Time)
(What about you?)
(The same, I'm in NC)
(CoffeeBean is on PST, but I don't know about Lane_C)
(Ok then that's fine)
(Ok so how are we going to start?)
(Waking up in the new mysterious kingdom, I guess. What do you think for location: ancient forest, grimy alleyway, or something else?)
(I like the grimy allyway feel! Thats good!)
(Okay! That was my favorite too, lol Do we want to wait a bit for CoffeeBean and Lane to get on, or jump in to set the scene and have their characters wake up a little later than ours?)
(I dont know its up to u.)
(Why don't we start and have Gray and Somer meet in our lovely grimy alleyway? Just to get the story started without getting the plot wheels really turning quite yet. That way, CoffeeBean and Lane can jump in with the scene already set up a bit and then we can get everything going.)
(Well, I'm on now so start whenever. Oh and Idk what time zone I'm in, it's 9:57 a.m. for me)
(Another person, yay! That's CST, I think, so you're an hour behind Mosis and I, and two hours ahead of CoffeeBean. If you're both ready, we can start the RP now, and CoffeeBean can jump in, hopefully soon!)
(I’m also on now. ((Sorry I slept in)) It’s about 8 here. I’m ready to go!)
(Hooray!)
(So who’s starting? What’s the plan?)
(Crud I gtg I'll be back in 10 min )
(brb, go ahead and start)
Here's a start, it's a bit longer than I was planning sorry
Somer woke to the unpleasant sound of someone vomiting nearby.
She opened her eyes to glare balefully at the man hunched over the nearby sewer grate, still retching and coughing as another man pounded him on the back. Even from several feet away, she could smell the sharp tang of alcohol alongside the vomit.
Turning away with a scowl twisting across her face, Somer forced herself to her feet, leaning against the disgustingly sticky stones forming a low wall. Her head pounded and her vision blurred, and after several moments of fighting it, she was forced to sit.
The pin of her cloak dug into her throat as she sat on the loose fabric, and she frowned.
"Wha…" She twisted the fabric between her fingers. "This isn't mine."
Somer did not wear cloaks. Cloaks were stupid and hindering, and in Vyrik, with its warm, semi-tropical climate, cloaks were just unnecessary. But here–wherever here was, because it wasn't Vyrik–a chilly wind bit at her exposed skin and Somer had to admit the cloak's heavy weight was appreciated.
Looking around, she saw three others in the alley, excluding the vomiting man and his friend, who in Somer's opinion were quite uninteresting. She scowled darkly at the others. She didn't recognize any of them, and judging by their complexions, which were unfreckled and not roughed by the sun and salty sea-spray, they weren't from Vyrik, haven of fishermen and sea-traders and all others who sailed the many oceans of the world.
Though, they were wearing the same style of cloak that Somer found herself in…
Somer spoke, letting her voice slip into a familiar drawl, "Well, as lovely as this get-together is, I'd like to know where in the stars's sight we are. Anyone?"
(that's really good :O)