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Started October 08, 2020 by Deleted user

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Tee hee pops hip

_{Damn it It's unavoidable}

Hey, may I join?

Of course!

looks at you all, judging you silently before sighing and pinching the bridge of my nose Why do all my friends end up being idiots….? I crack a grin to show I’m teasing

I am… Simple Brain Rot

I am… Simple Brain Rot

mood

why

Hmm can be summed up in a few words
"Hnnnngh, people,,, pretty."

I’m fairly low on aesthetic attraction so I’ll go with your assessment.

So, when is this gonna start ? <3

Whenever others get their forms up :)

Ok <3

<3

Ah yes, I was about to find this.
How many people have put up their forms vs who hasn't?

I have~

Josh hasn’t. That’s all I know. He’s been busy and hasn’t been on Notebook the past few days…

But my form is up.

I'm almost finished, sorry about the wait

Mm, thank you my friends

This is a check in :)

Name: Teigi Namaka
Age: 19
Appearances Age: 16
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/him/his
Sexuality: Gay
Occupation: Explorer/writer/pirate combination
Desired Occupation: He currently has the exact job he wants, so Explorer/writer/pirate
Basic Looks: Average height with a slim, lightly muscled build and light skin. Messy, ash-brown hair, just long enough to put into a small ponytail. Forest-green eyes and freckles everywhere.
Height: 5'10
Basic Outfit: A white poet shirt with black breeches and tall, black boots. He also carries a notebook and pen, in their own holster of sorts.
Accent: A small hint of Irish
Fun Facts: Has a cat named Ren, who follows him around everywhere.

(Sorry I took so long! Is he good?)

Yessssss, I'm going to start soon becuase I'm tired

Arion, you've been walking for days now. You managed to tear away some of the fabric of your clothes to stop the bleeding of your wounds, but you know that if you don't get medical attention soon, they'll become more infected then they probably already are. You stumble into the market, trying to find some sort of healer before exhustation takes over your body, and you pass out.
~
Firenze, you're looking through the market trying to find a baker or gardener or someone who'll apprentice you for at least a bit. You're starting to run low on money and supplies, so you decided to get a job.

You currently see a small building, half of which is overtaken by vines of some sort. Above the door, the sign says 'Elmen-Rasta's Bakery and Garden'.
~
Esmeralda, you're sitting at an old table and chairs you found in an alley, shuffling your tarot deck. You aren't entirely sure if you're allowed to be here without a permit, but you figure you could make at least some money before you get kicked out.
~
Tiegi, you're looking for someplace selling paper and maybe some notebooks. You just used up the last of yours and need to find some more. Right now, the only thing you've found is a stall manned by a elf-like creature in a very bright outfit. There are some unmarked books sitting on the table.

Arion kept coming to and fro between consciousness and unconsciousness. He felt his head getting heavier and heavier, and it was harder by the second to stay awake.
He knew that his situation was dire, and he knew that if he didn't get help soon, he was probably going to die.

Not the best way to go out, lying on the filthy ground.

He looked up at the sky in one of his short conscious moments, and he heard a man's voice, a familiar voice, that told him that he would be okay. He wasn't entirely sure if it was in his head, or actually happening, because shortly thereafter, he fell unconscious.

Firenze looked up curiously at the sign, shaking his brown and green hair out of his eyes as he stepped into the doorway and peered in curiously. Both a garden and a bakery….? Maybe they would be looking for hired hand, since he probably wouldn’t be lucky enough to get a position as an apprentice since he had little to no verification that he was even a citizen or anything… He sighed as he gazed around.

Arion kept coming to and fro between consciousness and unconsciousness. He felt his head getting heavier and heavier, and it was harder by the second to stay awake.
He knew that his situation was dire, and he knew that if he didn't get help soon, he was probably going to die.

Not the best way to go out, lying on the filthy ground.

He looked up at the sky in one of his short conscious moments, and he heard a man's voice, a familiar voice, that told him that he would be okay. He wasn't entirely sure if it was in his head, or actually happening, because shortly thereafter, he fell unconscious.

You wake up, not able to tell how long you were asleep, to someone with blue markings around their eyes and shoulder length dark blue hair leaning over you and saying something. "-Re you awake yet? Good, your eyes are open." The person leaned back and stood up, giving you a better view of everything in the area. You're laying on a small platform made of crates with a blanket over it. It looked like it was still outside, but under a shaded area, probably a tent.