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 Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 7:02 am
In an extremely naïve moment – or a moment of gross oversight – Jun gave the task of RP requirements to me and then all formality and propriety went flying out the window. In view of the subsequent hilarity that fits in so well with the circus of HyTech, all subsequent non-standard RP requirements will be accorded by myself. Therefore, here is a nice little archive of humiliation for RP Hytes, who were created without choice.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 7:12 am
. RP Requirements for The Knights .
teen to adult
1. The Knights have to talk [i.e. RP] to each other.... about puberty. However you decide to handle this is up to you. But seriously, just have fun.
2. This is for our fun, and to see how their personalities have developed. The Knights have each received a completely inexplicable order from the Dark Knight Overseer [i.e. me]. It is written neatly on a scroll, which declares:
"Fledgling knight (Lance/Ciaran), thy quest to fulfil thy destiny is coming evercloser to completion. However, thou shalt do but one deed to prove thy worthiness to the Dark Knight Overseer.
The Dark Knight Overseer beseeches thou, when meeting the respected Sir in the hallowed halls of HyTech, to loudly proclaim "Gallumph gallumph gallumph," trotting sounds optional, succeeded by "The King is a fink!", consequently followed by another reiteration of "Gallumph gallumph gallumph."
Thou will not question the Dark Knight Overseer's command if thou e'r wish to complete thy quest. Thou hast no choice, as it is thy profession by birth. Ergo, in the simplest words that may be summoned, thou hast no choice.
Signed, the Dark Knight Overseer."
This is to be done when you see me in the main thread, one post RPed in prose. Simple enough, innit?
Looking forward to seeing your kiddo in the thread, so buck up and be on the watch for my divine appearance! I will probably be lurking in the shadows until you post and I see you online, so. You know what to do.
Regards,
Maxx the Dark Knight Overseer.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 7:18 am
. The Knights – Lance .
Malhyanth Lance was still shut in his toilet abode, sat dismally alone in the cubicle. His instructions had been not to question it, but how on earth are you meant to not?! The things the Dark Knight Overseer had asked him to do were so... so DEMEANING!!! Lance wasn't to be demeaned. It would put his Knight reputation into disarray, especially if he went through with it. And to call his King a fink!!! The very thought of it riled his soul into a tight ball of disgust. He sighed. Lance would have to do it. It was a direct order, so what could he do? He knew Maxx, the Dark Knight Overseer was out there somewhere... He had heard his voice and immediately fleed to the bathrooms, only to have his father, Mal, hammer on the door for a good half an hour... His Keikancho-Jin father was certainly resilient.
Growling silently, Lance stood, his cramped confinement starting to get the better of him. Hiding in the toilets were certainly not Knightly, and probably more detrimental to his Knightly position then going out and simply humiliating himself as his Overseer had commanded. He unlocked the door slowly, peering out to ensure Malhyanth was nowhere to be seen, before trotting out and washing his hands in the sink, splashing his face and glaring at himself in the mirror. Large amber-gold eyes peered back, and they held and set, determined look that simply said 'do it'. He nodded once and took a deep breath, straightening his shoulders and curving his back, he snorted and looked down his nose at his image before leaving the bathroom and striding back into the lobby. He spied his Overseer on the other side of the lobby and he pulled his shoulders back even further. Now was his time.
Striding forward he stopped in front of Maxx, noticing the eyes of the other Hytes as he confronted his Overseer, amber-gold eyes serious and determined, the humiliation of this moment playing over and over in his head until he was near sick with the dizziness. No, he could not think like that, he had to do it, he had to do it... Now!!!
"Gallumph gallumph gallumph..." He closed his eyes shut and 'jogged' on the spot, producing the 'trotting' sounds the request had asked for. Standing still once more to sniggers from the other Hytes, Lance glowered at his Overseer and then proclaimed, "The King is a fink!" Before promptly jogging on the spot once more to more exclaimations of "Gallumph gallumph gallumph!" To which he turned on his heel and ran for the bathroom once more, locking himself away until the laughs of his fellow Hytes stopped ringing in his ears...Maxx the Dark Knight Overseer Thankfully for Lance much more bizarre things that stemmed from 80s pop had happened today, and most of the uproarious laughter was from the Dark Knight Overseer himself. "Oh my good Lord," he gasped, nearly weeping in great amusement. "Oh, that was worth the price of admission...I did say the trotting was optional, Lance," he called down the corridor, stopping again to halt his helpless chuckling. "I mean - thy Dark Knight Overseer hath said that thy trotting was optional, but lo -" some more uproarious laughing "- much character hath been built!!" "Thou hath passed thy quest honourably! Bonus knightly points for the trotting!!!" The Dark Knight Overseer was such a tragic heap by now that the White Bishop (Jun) would probably have to drag him out of there.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 7:23 am
. The Knights – Ciaran .
Petite Kitsune "Yes, yes you did misspell 'fulfill'," Ciaran mutters, but he clears his throat, sulking and looking away for a moment. Oh god, do I really have to? When he doesn't receive a pardon from the heavens, he approaches grimly, jaw set.
"Gallumph. Gallumph. Gallumph," he announces sourly, pointing at his Overseer with narrowed eyes, lifting his chin with wounded pride. "I feel very stupid, but the King is a fink. Also gallumph, gallumph, gallumph. THERE." Dark Knight Overseer "Fulfil be BAAARITISH you brattish little Aaaahmerican boy." The Dark Knight Overseer pronounces, eyeing him s(c/k)eptically. "I'm not taking that - I mean, The Dark Knight Overseer disapproves greatly of thy token attempt at the quest, it lacketh acceptance of thy lot in life and oh, sincerity." He winks quite humourlessly and continues: "The Overseer demandeth a redo of superior quality. It is of course, thy choice whether to sayeth it with feeling or to stayeth a teenie for the rest of thy life. It be not the Overseer's problem." Petite Kitsune "BUT... I... I DID IT," Ciaran pouts, shoulders slumping, then after a moment, he turns around, facing away for a moment. "Fine. Fine, I'll redo it." Awkwardly he shrugs, then sighs, and squares his shoulders, his face burning with a hot red blush beneath his dark skintone. Then FINALLY—
He turns around again, draws a deep breath, and with all the sincerity he can muster, proclaims again, at the top of his lungs—"GALLUMPH, gallumph, gallumph!" He forces gaiety into his voice, flinging his arms wide as he prances in place, an expression of shame in his eyes. "The King is a FINK!" Dammit. Almost done? He pouts a bit, but then announces, a little chastised and subdued, "gallumph, gallumph, gallumph." And for good measure, he makes the optional trotting sounds, feeling he may need a bit of bonus points considering this is his redo. Dark Knight Overseer The Dark Knight Overseer's eyelid flickers just a mite as naked frolicking occurs. Dark Knight Overseer "And lo!" He proclaims, with a broad smile that trembles and threatens to break into cruel laughter - a smile that is manfully and quite professionally suppressing such laughter, behold the artful skill and exquisite hunkiness of the Dark Knight Overseer. "...Much character hath been built. And much, much character it is. Twice the humiliation without fleeing in misery is quite a feat, young one." He stretches, dramatically gives him a once over; twice over and he is satisfied. "You have fulfilled your quest with much vigour and I am deeply proud. Now..." The snigger starts. "...let the fanfare begin! HAHAHAHAHA OH LORD HOW I LOVE THAT TROTTING."
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:27 am
. RP Requirements for Wonderland .
child to teen
A tea-stained envelope arrives at your door, sealed with a stamp that certainly has an 'M', but its second letter can't seem to make up its mind whether to be a 'D' or a 'H'. In any case, it's the contents that are of concern:
MD/H says:
"Dear Clement/Elda/Yorick,
The place is tremendously boring without you. We've decided we can't possibly have you back without returning the gold (we bought new china) - besides, we asked Time to be our third guest and he will not go away. I'm sick of actually washing dishes so I would like you to have him back. He claims we haven't entertained him enough (it's true, we are quite boring now, as I have said) so could you be so kind as to send us a shape poem/limerick/villanelle about you and how you've been doing? I assume that where you are is so absurd now that it'll be sufficient to get Time back to work.
Signed,
Mad D/Hatter.
PS: Whenever you're ready with your brilliant literature do read it aloud in the main thread."
You realise that you're not going to grow until this deed is done - who asks kids to write poetry - but you also realise that doing it early will not speed up your growth any sooner. Nevertheless, like the laundry, it is a deed that must be done.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 10:48 am
. Wonderland – Clement .Mriae The arrival of the letter had been the biggest and best surprise Clement had in a while. Just by gazing at the envelope, he could tell who it was from. The tea stain explained everything. It was from the Mad Hatter! Oh, if he only knew how much the little dormouse missed him and the March Hare! The two of them were Clement's closest companions in Wonderland; his most trusted friends and confidants. Just the thought of them brought memories rushing back to him: the tea parties, constantly moving seats, unbirthday parties, and treacle tarts! Treacle tarts - aside from his friends, he longed for those the most.
In all the excitement in actually receiving something from home, the dormouse almost completely forgot to read the actual letter itself! Only after calming down did the boy take time to read its contents.
...
So, the Hatter wanted him to write a poem? That wasn't exactly a thrilling task. Clement frowned as he thought about the request he had been given. He was never much of a poet, the Hatter and Hare knew that. His talent came in telling stories, not poetry. Yet, even so, he couldn't just ignore his friend's request; he had to write him a poem! It was the least he could do, besides - the Hatter wanted to hear how he was doing and everything.
It took a little while, but eventually the young dormouse was able to finish. Paper in hand, the boy studied his work carefully, and then nodded to himself. It was done, and it was the best he could do. If the Hatter and Hare didn't like it, then...oh, well! 'They should try writing a shape poem with only eight hours of sleep,' thought Clement with a yawn. 'It's more difficult than it looks! I think I'll stick to storytelling next time...'
There was only one thing left to do after he was through. He had to read it outloud. After rubbing his eyes and yawning for a final time, the dormouse walked out into the livingroom where all the other Hytes often congregated. This was it! The moment of truth. "Uhh..." he murmured before beginning, "I'd like to share a poem I wrote for the Mad Hatter with you all." Clement then paused, readying himself before continuing. "Here it is."
Absurd and backward is my new home, // you were right!
.... The plates are too small to sleep on -- // absolutely mad!
................... Yet, I am not alone. There are // other Wonderlanders with me!
.............. Elda, the Flamingo mallet // and Yorick, the Jabberwock!
........... keep me company. // Don't worry; I'm fine here!
"It's.....it's not the best.." the dormouse confessed once he was through, "but I think it will do. If not...the Hatter is mad to think I will do it again..."
Clement was tired again. He could feel his eyes beginning to get droopy, and in the back of his mind he knew that he would fall asleep soon. Writing poetry was exhausting. How could Edgar Allan Poe do it? Hmmm...it was probably that writing desk. Yes, that had to be it! 'Perhaps I should get one,' the little dormouse thought, 'then poetry would be a whole lot easier!'
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 10:56 am
. RP Requirements for Wonderland .
child to teen
A tea-stained envelope arrives at your door, sealed with a stamp that certainly has an 'M', but its second letter can't seem to make up its mind whether to be a 'D' or a 'H'. In any case, it's the contents that are of concern:
MD/H says:
"Dear Clement/Elda/Yorick,
The place is tremendously boring without you. We've decided we can't possibly have you back without returning the gold (we bought new china) - besides, we asked Time to be our third guest and he will not go away. I'm sick of actually washing dishes so I would like you to have him back. He claims we haven't entertained him enough (it's true, we are quite boring now, as I have said) so could you be so kind as to send us a shape poem/limerick/villanelle about you and how you've been doing? I assume that where you are is so absurd now that it'll be sufficient to get Time back to work.
Signed,
Mad D/Hatter.
PS: Whenever you're ready with your brilliant literature do read it aloud in the main thread."
You realise that you're not going to grow until this deed is done - who asks kids to write poetry - but you also realise that doing it early will not speed up your growth any sooner. Nevertheless, like the laundry, it is a deed that must be done.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 10:17 am
. Wonderland – Yorick .Chrystali Yorick had read the letter a thousand times (or so he thought; he couldn't rightly count the times he'd read it before and forgotten). It was, for him, like the letter had just been sent, and who was he to say it hadn't? It wasn't dated in a manner he could desipher, and thus, with his letter triumphantly in hand, he had set off to learn what this 'villanelle' was and to reply to his Hatter in an oh-so-timely fashion.
It hadn't taken long for the child to write it. To talk of Time and the world he was in, how he felt about it - it all came quickly in his halting, rather curly handwriting. He had only to fulfill the last portion of the requirements, now, and as much as he disdained the idea of sharing his inner thoughts from memories that were scrawled in his journal, he had to do it. Maybe it was so Time could hear him!
And so, it was how Yorick found himself nervously perched on the back of the couch, long tail flicking and thumping against the cushions, his clawed feet rather puncturing the spine of the hapless furniture. He was grateful everyone was busy - something special was happening tomorrow! - as he didn't really enjoy having the attention on himself.
For those who were in attendance, he rested upon his haunches and held up the napkin that contained his poem, and read:
This place is weird, but I guess that it's nice
though I'll lose Time's passage after today.
I like it here. This routine will suffice!
This is no Wonderland! Take my advice:
forward Time must go, there's no other way!
This place is weird, but I guess that it's nice
But Time is fond of flamingos and mice!
Elda's pretty; Clement, in disarray!
I like it here. This routine will suffice!
There's more Hytes here, some are sharp but no slice.
They scare me sometimes, but it's all display.
This place is weird, but I guess that it's nice
I want to stay here. I'll pay any price
to keep my friends and my daisy bouquet!
I like it here. This routine will suffice!
There's more to say, I hope this will entice
Time to pay a visit, what do you say?
This place is weird, but I guess that it's nice
I like it here. This routine will suffice!
Before anyone could begin to crack any grins or laughter at him, the Jabberwocky launched himself off of the couch in flurry of torn fabric, landing into the kitchen and skittering to get his bearings. The napkin was hastily shoved into an envelope that simply read, "To Mad D/Hatter, Wherever You Are." And that envelope was just as quickly placed into the refridgerator. Where else was it supposed to go, really?
Yorick slipped out of the kitchen and bee-lined it back to his room. What was done was done, and he'd welcome forgetting this day!
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 10:20 am
. RP Requirements for Wonderland .
teen to adultMedical Department of HyTech Dear Yorick,
It has come to our attention that you are growing direly out of your stitches. It seems that your neck has been healing nicely and in our estimation, it is time to remove the stitches for complete recovery. Don't worry, it'll be fun! Be sure to show up at the lab on the 2nd storey when we call for you.
PS: You can bring some others for moral support, if you'd like.
Regards,
Ur Doctur.
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