Welcome to Gaia! ::

Okay everyone! You're going to have to learn some vocabulary, just for the fun of it. I want you to learn the word and, perchance, use it in a RP thread or just make a sentence in this thread.

If you make your minimum posts, if you do not get a warning from the crew, and if you do use the vocab word (posting the link or the sentence here), you are able to enter the 10k Lottery of the Month. 10,000 Gaia gold sounds good, eh? All for some vocab, some good behavior, and activity in the guild [hopefully!].
~Margem



druthers = free choice : preference (used especially in the phrase if one had one's druthers)



Here is your vocabulary list:
- druthers [Nov./Dec.] = ^ see above ^
- opaque [Oct./Nov.] = blocking the passage of radiant energy and especially light; hard to understand or explain
- fortnight [Sept./Oct.] = a period of 14 days; two weeks
- alacrity [Aug./Sept.] = promptness in response; cheerful readiness; briskness; eagerness
- calamity [July/Aug.] = a state of deep distress or misery caused by major misfortune or loss; a disastrous event marked by great loss and lasting distress and suffering

Margem's views are typically not opaque in nature, though she wonders if the roof of the guild is too opaque because the role playing (like plants) have not come into bloom.
~Margem

With melodic, mellifluous intensity, the symphony played out a symphony of opaque emotion and austere beauty.
As the symphony played, the music changed mood as the weather changes seasons; quickly changing from brooding to vivace to a pensive largo, as if it were a man of opaque intention, hiding his face behind a mask of uncertainty, a facade of false emotion.
Without words, the score sung marvelously of times long since had; the seasons of many moons ago; the tragedies that had played in those hallowed halls, fortnights long past.
The conductor waved his baton in a shifting and weaving pattern, and the musicians responded with alacrity, commanding their instruments to create fleeting beauty of only a moment. Without warning, the music's temperament shifted with the waving of the baton and began a swirling rage of sound and fury, as violins moaned and cymbals crashed, the timpani thundered and silver bells flashed. The peaceful, reflective melody had changed into a calamity of noise, all still blended beautifully.
As the conductor slowed and lowered his baton, he stood and faced the crowd.
"Thank you for experiencing our 'catastrophe symphony'."

If Margem had her druthers, the day would have about 27 hours (daily) so that she could sleep, get homework done, have time to get on Gaia, and yet not get sick. Alas, that cannot happen, though.