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(( Listen, I've been fairly active and trying to keep this guild alive but now that I have some s**t on my plate I get announcements saying to post and s**t. I'm really busy not only trying to keep up with a two year old but trying to help my mum but also with the con coming up very soon and my time for making my cosplay is running out quickly so y'know I'm sorry I can't post as often as I could before but it's not like anyone has suggested any kind of plot and we haven't had any kind of discussion on where the guild's rp is going. So I'm not trying to be super b***h here but the rp is going nowhere. Anyone with a brain can see that. We've had how many pages of them just milling about now? We need an actual plot and not some 'oh lets just see where this goes' type of thing. So until I'm done preparing for CtCon and it is done and over with in July the likely hood of my posting a lot is a small chance. I've done a bit of work on the guild to keep it afloat so hopefully you guys respect that and allow me this time to not only get family s**t straightened out but also to get my con s**t straightened out. ))

((good luck!))

Erutan had gotten there the previous day and took up a dorm. He had not met any room mate yet so he was just enjoying the alone time as he spent the day unpacking his room, getting everything how he likes it. Posters where set up as well as his stereo and computer. He made a little space in the corner of the room to play guitar and right next to his bed sat a small alter that was incredibly pagan. After everything was set up he deiced to take a good nap since he really had nothing to do and the day for him so far was a long one. The drive to the school was killer for him... but necessary. When he woke up it was the next day, far later then he wanted to sleep. Looking around the room then he sees the smoke detector in the room and reaches under his bed and pulls out a box with junk in it as he rummages through it to find some serean wrap and some duck tape. He takes multiple sheets of the plastic wrap and the duck tape and wraps it around the smoke detector to create a nice seal, making it unable to go off when burning incense or smoking in his room. He yawns, still not fully awake and pulls a small box out from a drawer and opens it up showing baggies, glass and wood pipes, screens, ashtrays, and other such paraphernalia. He reaches into one of the bags and pulls out a bit of a green herb and pops it in his pipe, sitting by the window as he smokes the bowl, turning some music on but not making it to loud since he dose not know how thin the walls are, and sparks the freshly packed pipe.

“Wake in bake baby...”

He says with a laugh, finishing the bowl as a beautiful euphoric feeling came over him. He was a hippie child at heart. After he finished he put everything away and decided to take this time to go explore the grounds. He would take a Gatorade and a few Chewie bars that he brought with him as snacks as well as a pack of cigarettes and a small hideable pipe with another bowl or two. Putting them all in there various spots, and spraying some ax around the room and himself to get rid of the heavy pine smell of the smoke, he stepped out of his room and started walking the halls as he explored the campus in the morning, enjoying the morning as he hunts around for the mess hall for breakfast.

(Maybe a new post will breath some life into this guild. ^.^"...)

(No idea. I figured that if i posted it mite get some people who where Rping before to come and post and kinda breath some life into the RP. I mean if ya wanna just kinda restart somewhat back at the manor then sure. I'm cool with that. Just don't wanna let the guild die. *Fighting for it's survival*)

((Sounds good to me))

Gambit had fell asleep sitting in the beanbag chair with his cards in his had. Apparently he was putting away his cards after a game and fell asleep there. Waking up he stretched out yarning looking around to figure out what happened last night. When he started to get up he heard a thud downstairs and thought he'd investigate.

Rubbing his eyes he staggered down the stairs, he was a bit hung over from last night. Once he got down he noticed Damian looking for the remote. Looking at him he said, "Eh, what are doin'?"

"the remote i dislike cats they hate me..." he replied popping up from being the seat cushion he was looking under. he shuttered at the thought of a shrimp attack, remembering the giant shrimp molestation. suddenly the remote popped up from behind the couch. "yay" he said snatching the remote and nearly dropping it before he got a good hold of it.