Algie was in the middle of holding his own mouth as one young man started to heave over the side. He was forced to look away as he felt a retch of his own crawling it's way up, even with the Sea-Band he wore snugly on his wrist. The yelling of the word "MERMAID" was good enough to grab his attention.
"Oh here!" He smiled and waved his hand to the woman, patting a seat next to him. "I'm also in Mermaid!" The author seemed rather calm compared to some of the others around and spoke softly, almost tiredly, with a hint of a English accent.
"I like your shirt." He smiled, completely unaware of who grumpy cat was, but knowing that he had his own cat and was most definitely a cat person.
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Guest Name: Algie Mixlin Guest Profession: Comic Writer - Lecturer - Professor Group: Mermaid Physical Description: Fifties, salt and pepper neatly cut hair, he's a sort of tired-scruffy version of handsome. He dresses like a typical english professor type... sweaters, button up shirts, scarves, etc. Brief Character Profile: Algie become known for writing what are now known as 'classic' comics. Edgy politically fueled hero stories which changed the way many looked at the hero complex. He was never fond of the spotlight (not like theres much in comics) and has continued to live, almost hermit like, in a small village that is his home town. He doesn't write many comics anymore (a few small things here and there), instead often guest lectures at universities and teaches writing. He rarely makes appearances or signings and has denied connection to any movies or shows made of his works. (( Think Alan Moore-esque))
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 11:37 am
"So nothing rough.. and no rough housing.. ad games.. off topic-- W-wait. What would be on topic then? "She clutched tightly onto her sketchbook and furrowed her brows. "A lawyer.. business trip? What.. exactly.." But she's thoroughly interrupted by the man who is also nauseous near them. She feels his pain to the extreme, in which she holds onto her mouth in remembering that they are on a boat.
A Boat that is rocking too and fro.
Her face turns just as green, and a hand immediately sticks to her mouth.
( pinch i'm dying i am dying i love harlan. ) .
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Ian found himself feeling one upped in the grandiose introduction the other man presented him with. He considered things he might have said in the same vein. Madame Kittywhisper, cat psychic, though apt as one of the trading names of his business didn't have quite the same gravitas as anything to do with dragons.
He was grateful he was saved from awkward waffle as he tried to explain exactly what he did for a living - the non gifted were not always so accepting of the truth and wonders of the universe - by Lenny providing convenient interruption. Presumably his subconcious psychic abilities had been exerting themselves upon the young man to make this social interaction more convenient.
Nodding and beaming at how frankly brilliant he was at what he did, he agreed with Louise. "We can't all have the mental fortitude that comes with being the center of one's own universe. Young Lenny has to learn that he is his own center, but that will take many moons yet."
In the meantime he decided he'd be generous and fished out a small aquamarine - that may or may not have been a replica, he wasn't sure - and held it out to the other man. "This will make you feel better until you do!"
Guest Name: Ian Weiman Guest Profession: Pet Psychic Physical Description: Tall, blond and lanky in a loose pink shirt that looks like a reject from a 70s glam rock band, left open to reveal a chest bristling with hair, over which is sprawled an absurd number of charm necklaces, gems, wardstone pendants and all other manner of knicknacks. On his wrists he wears what has to be hundreds of jangling gold, silver and what he assures are unobtainium bracelets and every dramatic wave of his hands is heralded by a clatter of metal. His hair is a halo of backcombed disaster and his eyes are remarkably pale blue. His mannerisms are reminiscent of a slightly mad parrot.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 11:55 am
Lydia let her hand drop back down, an expectant smile on her face as she swiveled her head left to right, squinting all the while and waiting for somebody on the boat to claim her as one of their own. When a male voice answered her, she turned her face towards the sound, making out a blurred image of somebody waving at her...or at least, she assumed as much.
"Oh how excellent!" She clapped her hands together in glee and clomped her way over towards him, before collapsing very ungracefully in the seat next to him that he had gestured for her to sit in.
Now that she got a better look at him, she could see that he was handsome...a very handsome older gentlemen. She openly stared at him, taking in his professional clothing, his very neat style....and then let out a shrill giggle at his compliment, a giggle that ended in a snort.
"Why thank you!" She gasped out, reaching up to push the frizzy peices of hair that had fallen in front of her face away, before thrusting out a hand towards him.
"I'm Lydia. Lydia Stiles." She was grinning again, but she didn't offer up any information other then her name.
She seemed completely oblivious to her surrounding boat mates all becoming ill one by one. This is why she had taken a dosage of gravol before hand.
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Guest Name: Lydia Stiles Guest Profession:Crazy person Cryptozoologist Descript: Smalle, willowy, lots of fly away, frizzy light brown hair that is tied back in a very messy ponytail. She is wearing this t-shirt, short torn off and worn out jeans, hiking boots, and is carrying a tan canvas bag which is filled with who knows what (definitely a ziplock of boogers). She appears to be in her mid to late thirties.
Iris looked at her tag, seeing what group she had been assigned to. Centaur, huh. It was kind of cute that everything was themed, and she glanced around to see if she could find any of the others in her assigned group.
It was hard to tell, though a guy dressed as a dragon caught her eye. Her fingers twitched. She'd love to give the guy scales, to paint them onto his skin, to turn him into a dragon, but that was not something one brought up in their first meeting.
And then, he called out for the Centaur group. How did she get so lucky. She meandered over, glancing over the various people that she passed, and then grinning, introduced herself. "I'm Iris, fantasy make up artist."
Guest Name: Iris Reed Guest Profession: Fantasy Make up Artist Physical Description: Standing at 5'7, Iris is a little taller than most women, especially when she's wearing her high heels, which is most of the time. She has blue hair with white tips, cut in a short bob cut with uneven bangs. Her almond eyes are green, and she's got an eclectic sense of style. Typically she wears a capris and a fun top, but can dress up when she needs to. Brief Character Profile: A bright and outgoing woman, Iris is incredibly aware of herself and her surroundings. She stays fairly calm, and is able to think on her feet, even during stressful situations. She is incredibly creative, and takes inspiration from everything that she sees to use in her art. She has trouble seeing people suffer, and will interfere if she feels that it's necessary.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 12:11 pm
Algie simply laughed a bit with Lydia, slightly amused to her her tiny snort. Women were funny little creatures, weren't they? He didn't often find himself out socially so he was a bit rusty but was a pleasant enough personality to smooth his own awkwardness with casual conversation.
"A pleasure." He shook her hand firmly and nodded. "Looks like we're team mates.. or groupmates or.." He chuckled. "Mates of some sort." He didn't mean that in the mating sense but.. ah.. oh well.. hopefully she wouldn't notice.
"Not bothered by boats I take it?" His green eyes slid over the growing number of seasick passengers. "I took some precaution ahead of time." He tapped the band on his wrist. "Though I must say I'm just eager to see where this trip takes us.." he had an encouraging look to his face, though he had a feeling that Lydia didn't need much encouragement to talk.
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Guest Name: Algie Mixlin Guest Profession: Comic Writer - Lecturer - Professor Group: Mermaid Physical Description: Fifties, salt and pepper neatly cut hair, he's a sort of tired-scruffy version of handsome. He dresses like a typical english professor type... sweaters, button up shirts, scarves, etc. Brief Character Profile: Algie become known for writing what are now known as 'classic' comics. Edgy politically fueled hero stories which changed the way many looked at the hero complex. He was never fond of the spotlight (not like theres much in comics) and has continued to live, almost hermit like, in a small village that is his home town. He doesn't write many comics anymore (a few small things here and there), instead often guest lectures at universities and teaches writing. He rarely makes appearances or signings and has denied connection to any movies or shows made of his works. (( Think Alan Moore-esque))
Following the instructions the tanned man flipped the badge he wore and noticed the group name unicorn. How absolutely not fitting it almost made him want to groan, the name ruined the professional feel of the badge and made Antonio feel like he was in second grade. However nagging the unfitting name he had been branded with was his attention slipped to the hand that was now in his free one. Returning a squeeze he turns to peer down at his friend as she leans in near him, "si si...I'll make you the star of my latest book." Of course he was teasing her, glancing off and yet still holding Cora's hand he peered finally over the faces of the boat. A lot of them seemed to be stuck with their noses in phones, another reason why he disliked most technology, people missed what was right in front of their faces...and tended not to read actual books.
Shifting his legs to stretch out he slips his hand free of Cora's to situate the notepad on his lap, making sure the pencil was secure. Closing his eyes the man thumbed over the badge, they should find their group but... Tonio had no intention to be the first to call order. Relaxing back he waited, listening to the sound of the water as it hit the boat.
"Narwhals of the Land, assemble!" When someone yelled for the narwhals of the land his eyes flickered open and towards the source. Staring for a moment Antonio sighed softly, his stomach already tightening with a knot of anxiety, after a moment he turned to Cora, "let's go fellow narwhal of the land...before our teammate gets thrown overboard for shouting..." They had to be talking about unicorns right? Standing up he offers a hand to his friend at his side before taking a small step towards the one standing. A soft and professional smile was flashed to woman as they approached, "...although it pains me to admit, I'm apparently a unicorn." Forcing a slightly awkward laugh he shuffles his feet for a moment then looks for an open seat.
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Guest Name: Antonio Altamirano Guest Profession: Fantasy writer Physical Description: He is a tall, muscular yet slender Hispanic man. Around 6'0ft in height and has curly brown hair along with a tattoo on his arm but typically since he is in proper attire you cannot see said tattoo. He will be in jeans and a long-sleeved white shirt. Brief Character Profile: Stubborn. Anyone that's met Antonio knows he's a little uneasy around a large number of people, one that prefers to do his job with as minimal talking as necessary after all he's there to do a job not make a friend. While he's a bit of a hard-a** when works involved he is able to cut loose and lay back when the situation for it arrives. He's an observer by nature which can have him coming off a little creepy at times.. well that and his own twisted sense of humor. All in all he's a generally silent sweet man until his temper gets the better of him or his 'inspiration' strikes.
Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 12:24 pm
The snotty lawyer got a scathing look thrown in his direction. Had Len been able to vomit on Harlan Wimple Attorney-at-Law's loafers, he would have done so. Misery was best shared.
Ian was graced with a look that was somewhere between pained and grateful. Len had reminded the older man multiple times that it was not Lenny, please, but Ian seemed completely incapable of remembering that detail. However, a) trying to talk right now would probably restart the dry-heaves that Len was only just getting a handle on, and b) Ian was helping. Len accepted the aquamarine gratefully and hung onto it, trying to concentrate on the stone's healing, soothing properties.
It seemed to be working - at least, his stomach wasn't in active rebellion right at the moment, and Len cautiously turned around to lean on the railing, studiously not watching the water. This boat ride couldn't be over too soon, jesus ******** christ.
"Anything that has to do with why we're here," Harlan Wimple, Attorney at Law, replied snidely as he took a step back from Emelia, "would be considered on topic. I cannot tolerate anything that would put the rest of the Gnomes at risk for danger, as I'm sure you can understand."
He narrowed his magnified eyes at the woman before he shifted his glasses about.
"Vomiting on this boat would be entirely counter-productive to the rules, and so I am going to have to ask you not to do something so silly because - as a professional lawyer," he adjusted his hair (which had slid slightly to the left), "which I am," he gave her a look, "I have to warn you that someone might fall and harm themselves in your mess, unto-which you could be held accountable for."
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 1:18 pm
She tries really hard to hold back the vomit that's so strongly trying to lift it's way up her throat. She swallows several times and immediately looks away from the nauseous boy and stares down at her sketch book. As soon as Harlan begins to talk, she opens that sketch book and draws more doodles as their group of gnomes.
"I am trying not to vomit Mr. Lawyer. However this is a boat. And there might be water all over. So that would account for more harm than my vomit, which I'm sure people would avoid. Mr. Lawyer. "
Emelia sniffs at how condescending this man was. But he sure does not his way around a conversation.. and a fancy outfit.
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"Aw, yeah!" Jean exclaimed, leaping down from her seat as two people approached. Finally! She had to look up at them, especially the guy, but when you're barely 5'2", you tend to get used to doing that.
"Hey, if you're a unicorn, be the best freakin' unicorn you know how to be! Take pride, fellow Sparklelord." she admonished the guy with a grin, reaching up to drive her point home with a poke to the chest. The hand then opened to offer a handshake. "I'm Jean Toulouse. You can call me Tooly. I do prosthetics, costumes, and makeup. How about you guys? What's your M.O.?"
She hopped back into her seat, sitting cross-legged so the couple could move past her into the open seats.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 2:00 pm
Narwhal of the land?
Had Tonio really just said that out loud? Trying to not laugh, she takes his hand as she stood. Moving over to the other member who was apart of the unicorn group, her eyes went wide for a moment before a grin forms across her lips. Oh she like this When she saw her poke Tonio square in the chest, she coughs to hide the chuckle before she nods "I'm Cora, a photographer for a major magazine company. Kind of got begged to come along." she teases Tonio as she glance around for a moment before deciding she would just stand for now.
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Guest Name: Coraline Dolan Guest Profession: Photographer Physical Description: Standing five feet, seven inches, she a beauty in her own unique way. With boy cut dark brown hair, its highlighted with blood red through the whole hair. Her bangs are longer and hang in her face most of the time. Slate blue eyes, with freckles all over her cheeks and nose. Normally spotted in a simple spaghetti strap shirt and flare jeans. Brief Character Profile: Full of life, she always has a smile on her face. To her, even the worse moment can be the best picture if you look through the eye of a camera. She loves to talk to everyone, and always tries to include everyone in.
"I have to admit, I have never seen one up close." Chris said with a slow blink. He studied the impressive scars Glenda was showing off for a moment. "Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Glenda. What were you doing that got you so close to an alligator?" He rubbed where she elbowed him slightly but other wise didn't acknowledge it. "If what has been implied before is actually on the island then I'm sure your grandchildren would appreciate it."
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 2:14 pm
Unaware that Narwhals of the Land was a clever little word play for 'unicorn' (because he never paid much attention to that hipster nonsense, even though his son drawled on and on about all of it), Adler missed the call for his group to gather and remained seated where he was. Besides, he was still trying not to get sea sick. Just tried to stare at the clouds.
Guest Name: Adler Green Guest Profession: Insurance Inspector Group: Unicorn Physical Description: A tall 6'5, thin, stern looking man of 42 who looks like he's never had fun in his life (because he hasn't). His hair is a sandy blonde and very nicely combed and well maintained, since he still has it and all, and his eyes are a very nice shade of green. Adler takes pride in his appearance, wearing very nice suits and very boring ties and socks to go along with his very well maintained shoes. About the only thing about him that could be interesting are his horn-rimmed glasses. Rarely smiles. Brief Character Profile: Let's get one thing straight, Adler didn't want to come to this place. He was assigned by his company to assets a future client, and given how he's a Director of Major Accounts that put him in prime position. Adler has no stitch of imagination and thinks all of this is asinine (maybe even part of him wants to prove it all fake). He has a stick up his a** (and looks it) and a rather cold demeanor. Are they arriving with a buddy character? If so who: not that I know of, might change though Your AIM & Minipet SN: hikarinomegami / chirigami
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As Antonio watched the leaping girl he had to wonder if it wasn't only him that needed medication. A slender hand went into his pocket to roll a single hard toffee, glancing down his lips spread into a half-hearted smile. What a speech now if it only made a lick of sense to the man he might have appreciated it more or at least laughed. Giving a glance to Cora he could tell that she was inwardly rolling with laughter. This was embarrassing on many levels and exactly why he never accepted awards in person.
Flushing lightly as he felt a poke to his chest Antonio's attention turned back to the woman speaking to him. Tooly. Did she really have to touch him? A small roar from his stomach signaled impending doom for him. Wincing slightly the man forced another laugh, "it's a pleasure..hm?" Of course he didn't mean to end his sentences the way he did it was a habit when nervous. Looking over the offered arm for a moment he paused then figured it would look rude if he ignored her offer simply on the account of his own nerves. Shaking the hand as gently and as quickly as possible he took a small step back to put distance between himself and Tooly.
Costumes and makeup, well Antonio could say she did appear to have the personality for such things. Looking off more to give himself a moment as Cora spoke, he waited to properly introduce himself, "Antonio Altamirano... Fantasy writer.." With a nod of his head he quickly accepted the right to pass as Tooly sat down. Moving slowly and cautiously he sat down peering up to Cora with a flushed face. Had it really been such a bother to ask her to come? Shaking his head he offered, " you'll thank me later." They both needed a vacation after all.
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Guest Name: Antonio Altamirano Guest Profession: Fantasy writer Physical Description: He is a tall, muscular yet slender Hispanic man. Around 6'0ft in height and has curly brown hair along with a tattoo on his arm but typically since he is in proper attire you cannot see said tattoo. He will be in jeans and a long-sleeved white shirt. Brief Character Profile: Stubborn. Anyone that's met Antonio knows he's a little uneasy around a large number of people, one that prefers to do his job with as minimal talking as necessary after all he's there to do a job not make a friend. While he's a bit of a hard-a** when works involved he is able to cut loose and lay back when the situation for it arrives. He's an observer by nature which can have him coming off a little creepy at times.. well that and his own twisted sense of humor. All in all he's a generally silent sweet man until his temper gets the better of him or his 'inspiration' strikes.
Guest Name: Algie Mixlin
