No quota. It's a competition.
- Location
- Sweden
[X] Watch the Monitors (Talk with Harold)
[X] Hit the local cafe
[X] Hunt for Gossamer (Specify a number from 1-7. 1 easy, 7 hardest)
-[X] 1
[X] Repair
[X] Hit the local cafe
[X] Hunt for Gossamer (Specify a number from 1-7. 1 easy, 7 hardest)
-[X] 1
[X] Repair
Three - Monitor, Cafe, Hunt
[X] Watch the Monitors (Talk with Harold)
If you could ignore the way Harold made a mess and his sleeping on the job, he was actually a fairly nice guy to deal with. He did do his job even if he heaved and wheezed when he pulled himself out of his chair. John was fairly sure the man was exaggerating the effect since he had seen the other man practically run up and down four flights of stairs once when really pissed. Probably the biggest thing John had to keep reminding himself about was the fact that Harold had been there twenty years. That was a lot of experience.
"Switch monitor five to the second feed and freeze it." Harold ordered about mid week of monitor duty.
John blinked at the uncharacteristic behavior, but did as ordered. That particular feed was a feed of the field. No one was on it at the moment.
"Now, that particular camera has a zoom. Turn it up and keep it at that." The fat man leaned back in his chair and gave a grunt of satisfaction. "Ahh yes. Perfect."
The other guard watched the feed for a moment and then gave an internal groan as he saw what was on it. Cheerleaders were coming out into the field and this particular camera had a near perfect angle to it.
Harold of course had his eyes glued to the camera. "Did I ever tell you about my second wife?"
"Let me guess, cheerleader?" John asked.
"Ohhh yeah. Flexible like ya wouldn't believe. Real sweetie too. Not the brightest bulb, but hell I could have grown old with her." Harold sighed in pleasure as he watched the cheerleaders start their routine.
Harold had divorced a third wife semi-recently last John knew. "Why didn't you then?"
"Well, now that's a bit of a story. Short answer, she fractured her spine doin' something like that." The security guard nodded at the camera as one of the girls was thrown into the air. "Long answer? She got dropped mid-routine, and had to go into surgery. Now I'm no scumbag, I supported her that entire time. Thing was she blew up like a blimp eatin' and piggin' out." Harold chuckled and slapped his belly as he continued. "Ain't like I care much 'bout that.
Thing 'bout it was that she started gettin' mean and depressed." Harold snorted. "She couldn't do her stuff and was feeling ugly. I didn't care much, but she did. Things went bad when she found out she was pregnant."
John winced. "You were still fighting then right?"
"Her parents convinced her ta move out and stay with them. One thing after another and we get a divorce after the kid's born." Harold shrugged at this point. "Last I checked she cleaned up her act fer her kid. Honestly it's prob best that we never made up. Kid's in high school now and really doing well."
"That's good I suppose?" John didn't know what he could say about that.
"Eh, water under the bridge. She ain't want anything to do with me, and didn't even press for child support. Not like my third wife. Now she was a stone cold bitch." Harold nodded decisively and continued watching the cheerleaders. "Now, onto better things."
[X] Hit the local cafe
The local cafe was a nice place really. Just on the edge of the college campus, it was mostly a hot date and study area. The coffee was expensive, the food cheap, but it had a lot a booths and typically hired from the local college as well. John would occasionally go there to unwind and people watch. He also used it when he didn't feel like cooking either, which was what he was doing this week. The food was just cheap enough to make it economically feasible. Well, so long as he didn't order desert or the coffee.
There were two main things of note for John. One was that the dark skinned girl with long hair and depressing dreams was here. The other was that there was that a girl with dyed blonde hair was a frequent customer. She and her friends had made eyes at John occasionally, and that accumulated to her sliding into his booth mid-week.
"Hi!" The girl chirped and grinned at John.
"Um, hi?" John blinked at the other girl.
"You're the security guard on campus right? I've seen you wandering around in that cute uniform." The girl's grin widened and her friends giggled in the background.
John nodded at the other girl. He wasn't in uniform now, but it wasn't like it was a secret.
"Awesome. I'm Jean! I just wanted to say that I'd love to hear a call from you when you're available." Jean fluttered her eyelashes and pushed her number written on a piece of paper forward. "I think uniforms are sexy."
John had mixed feelings about this honestly, but accepted the number. Jean was honestly rather hot, and her dress showed just enough cleavage to let people know she was stacked as well. He had a very simple cell phone that he could call her on if he wanted to.
Jean slipped out as soon as she saw him take it, and then ran back to her friends. John heard them giggling loudly and the friends basically gasping 'I can't believe you did that.'
John went back to his meal. At the very least they didn't have interesting dreams. He would have been more worried if they had dreams of ambition or something else.
[X] Hunt for Gossamer (Specify a number from 1-7. 1 easy, 7 hardest)
-[X] 1
[X] Repair
The surface of the dream realm was basically almost exactly like reality. Here you could even sometimes follow people through reality and figure out what they were doing. It was sort of like looking through a fuzzy lens combined with snap motion photography. The dragon had once taken a day to follow someone throughout their day just to see what happened. Basically people dipped in and out of the dream routinely and that caused a 'snapshot' to form when they did. It was interesting, but mostly academic for the dragon's needs.
Not many things lingered on the surface. Gossamer was sparse the higher you went ultimately. It was a great place to take it easy if you wanted to though. Typically there wasn't anything that could cause the dragon issues in his hunt.
Luck was with the dragon too. A small guppy had started to feed on the very first day of hunting. Not even large enough to defend itself yet, the thing was large enough to eat in one bite. The dragon swooped down to eat, and then the next few second were a blur of almost pain that indicated it had taken damage.
In the place of the guppy was now the taffy man. It flexed and wiggled as the spikes that adorned it's skin popped back and smoothed out.
You have 79 gossamer.
You have taken 8 Damage
[] Flight
[]Flee
[] Talk
If you could ignore the way Harold made a mess and his sleeping on the job, he was actually a fairly nice guy to deal with. He did do his job even if he heaved and wheezed when he pulled himself out of his chair. John was fairly sure the man was exaggerating the effect since he had seen the other man practically run up and down four flights of stairs once when really pissed. Probably the biggest thing John had to keep reminding himself about was the fact that Harold had been there twenty years. That was a lot of experience.
"Switch monitor five to the second feed and freeze it." Harold ordered about mid week of monitor duty.
John blinked at the uncharacteristic behavior, but did as ordered. That particular feed was a feed of the field. No one was on it at the moment.
"Now, that particular camera has a zoom. Turn it up and keep it at that." The fat man leaned back in his chair and gave a grunt of satisfaction. "Ahh yes. Perfect."
The other guard watched the feed for a moment and then gave an internal groan as he saw what was on it. Cheerleaders were coming out into the field and this particular camera had a near perfect angle to it.
Harold of course had his eyes glued to the camera. "Did I ever tell you about my second wife?"
"Let me guess, cheerleader?" John asked.
"Ohhh yeah. Flexible like ya wouldn't believe. Real sweetie too. Not the brightest bulb, but hell I could have grown old with her." Harold sighed in pleasure as he watched the cheerleaders start their routine.
Harold had divorced a third wife semi-recently last John knew. "Why didn't you then?"
"Well, now that's a bit of a story. Short answer, she fractured her spine doin' something like that." The security guard nodded at the camera as one of the girls was thrown into the air. "Long answer? She got dropped mid-routine, and had to go into surgery. Now I'm no scumbag, I supported her that entire time. Thing was she blew up like a blimp eatin' and piggin' out." Harold chuckled and slapped his belly as he continued. "Ain't like I care much 'bout that.
Thing 'bout it was that she started gettin' mean and depressed." Harold snorted. "She couldn't do her stuff and was feeling ugly. I didn't care much, but she did. Things went bad when she found out she was pregnant."
John winced. "You were still fighting then right?"
"Her parents convinced her ta move out and stay with them. One thing after another and we get a divorce after the kid's born." Harold shrugged at this point. "Last I checked she cleaned up her act fer her kid. Honestly it's prob best that we never made up. Kid's in high school now and really doing well."
"That's good I suppose?" John didn't know what he could say about that.
"Eh, water under the bridge. She ain't want anything to do with me, and didn't even press for child support. Not like my third wife. Now she was a stone cold bitch." Harold nodded decisively and continued watching the cheerleaders. "Now, onto better things."
[X] Hit the local cafe
The local cafe was a nice place really. Just on the edge of the college campus, it was mostly a hot date and study area. The coffee was expensive, the food cheap, but it had a lot a booths and typically hired from the local college as well. John would occasionally go there to unwind and people watch. He also used it when he didn't feel like cooking either, which was what he was doing this week. The food was just cheap enough to make it economically feasible. Well, so long as he didn't order desert or the coffee.
There were two main things of note for John. One was that the dark skinned girl with long hair and depressing dreams was here. The other was that there was that a girl with dyed blonde hair was a frequent customer. She and her friends had made eyes at John occasionally, and that accumulated to her sliding into his booth mid-week.
"Hi!" The girl chirped and grinned at John.
"Um, hi?" John blinked at the other girl.
"You're the security guard on campus right? I've seen you wandering around in that cute uniform." The girl's grin widened and her friends giggled in the background.
John nodded at the other girl. He wasn't in uniform now, but it wasn't like it was a secret.
"Awesome. I'm Jean! I just wanted to say that I'd love to hear a call from you when you're available." Jean fluttered her eyelashes and pushed her number written on a piece of paper forward. "I think uniforms are sexy."
John had mixed feelings about this honestly, but accepted the number. Jean was honestly rather hot, and her dress showed just enough cleavage to let people know she was stacked as well. He had a very simple cell phone that he could call her on if he wanted to.
Jean slipped out as soon as she saw him take it, and then ran back to her friends. John heard them giggling loudly and the friends basically gasping 'I can't believe you did that.'
John went back to his meal. At the very least they didn't have interesting dreams. He would have been more worried if they had dreams of ambition or something else.
[X] Hunt for Gossamer (Specify a number from 1-7. 1 easy, 7 hardest)
-[X] 1
[X] Repair
The surface of the dream realm was basically almost exactly like reality. Here you could even sometimes follow people through reality and figure out what they were doing. It was sort of like looking through a fuzzy lens combined with snap motion photography. The dragon had once taken a day to follow someone throughout their day just to see what happened. Basically people dipped in and out of the dream routinely and that caused a 'snapshot' to form when they did. It was interesting, but mostly academic for the dragon's needs.
Not many things lingered on the surface. Gossamer was sparse the higher you went ultimately. It was a great place to take it easy if you wanted to though. Typically there wasn't anything that could cause the dragon issues in his hunt.
Luck was with the dragon too. A small guppy had started to feed on the very first day of hunting. Not even large enough to defend itself yet, the thing was large enough to eat in one bite. The dragon swooped down to eat, and then the next few second were a blur of almost pain that indicated it had taken damage.
In the place of the guppy was now the taffy man. It flexed and wiggled as the spikes that adorned it's skin popped back and smoothed out.
Taffy Man (300+?)
Phantasm:?
Speed: 4
Cohesion: ? (Taken 6)
Shape-shift- Can look like anyone. Deals wonder damage after being hit and revealing the disguise.
?
*Note, each of your rivals started with 300 point dream forms.
Phantasm:?
Speed: 4
Cohesion: ? (Taken 6)
Shape-shift- Can look like anyone. Deals wonder damage after being hit and revealing the disguise.
?
*Note, each of your rivals started with 300 point dream forms.
You have 79 gossamer.
You have taken 8 Damage
[] Flight
[]Flee
[] Talk
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Vaalintine
Wild Wondorous Wolfalope
[X] Talk
-[X] "You know if you're going to run about as a guppy you should probably add some sort of subtle distinction so you don't, you know, get yourself eaten. Lucky you i'm not the type to hold a grudge. ....also this is a little out of the blue, but have you ever heard of a show called Gumby? Because you're hitting that nostalgia button so hardy, Gumby."
-[X] "You know if you're going to run about as a guppy you should probably add some sort of subtle distinction so you don't, you know, get yourself eaten. Lucky you i'm not the type to hold a grudge. ....also this is a little out of the blue, but have you ever heard of a show called Gumby? Because you're hitting that nostalgia button so hardy, Gumby."
- Pronouns
- He/Him
It's impossible to tell whether the Taffy Man (henceforth labelled as Stay Puft) was acting as bait to draw us, or any of the others, in order to launch a surprise attack (which it did) or whether it was just hiding itself so it could feed in peace.
Just in case I think we should run.
[X]Flee
Just in case I think we should run.
[X]Flee
jaiveer00
Siding With Thanos
- Location
- The Beginning and The End
- Location
- USA
[X] Talk
-[X] "You know if you're going to run about as a guppy you should probably add some sort of subtle distinction so you don't, you know, get yourself eaten. Lucky you i'm not the type to hold a grudge. ....also this is a little out of the blue, but have you ever heard of a show called Gumby? Because you're hitting that nostalgia button so hardy, Gumby."
-[X] "You know if you're going to run about as a guppy you should probably add some sort of subtle distinction so you don't, you know, get yourself eaten. Lucky you i'm not the type to hold a grudge. ....also this is a little out of the blue, but have you ever heard of a show called Gumby? Because you're hitting that nostalgia button so hardy, Gumby."
Four - Talking with Taffy
[] Talk
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Surprise had the dragon backing up with a flap of his wings. You'd think shapeshifters would be common in the dream realm, but this was far from the truth. Most denizens didn't have the intelligence to create proper facsimiles. Dream forms were based on the wonder and imagination of the being making them after all. Proper, convincing shapeshifting took both wonder and imagination beyond the norm of even most dream walkers.
Midair the dragon flapped his wings again and spoke with a flashing of his eyes. "Peace! I have no interest in battle at this moment!"
The taffy man paused at his words and then spoke with a rippling of his body. "WE are TRYING to GET the FAVOR of DREAM-catcher. WHY not FIGHT?"
The voice of the thing bounced up and down with distressing regularity and sounded like several people talking at once. It was enough to make the dragon wince just a bit. His voice had been carefully crafted and smoothed out to sound just the way he wanted. This taffy man's voice was like someone had thrown together a few sounds.
"I personally have no reason to fight here." The dragon settled on the surface of a faded lamppost. This level of the dream had actual terrain that made sense to conventional reality instead of random features mashed together.
"YOU are GATHERING gossamer." The taffy man pointed as his body twitched and spasmed disturbingly. "I am GATHERING as WELL. But I will NOT object IF we GO our own ways."
"This is acceptable." The dragons tail flicked through the air and he nodded serenely. "I'm assuming you're trying to ambush as a hunting method? Does that work well?"
The thing paused unnaturally and then the taffy that made up it's head rippled. "I have HAD no PROBLEMS with IT."
"None of the other candidates attacked you like I have? Curious." The dragon shrugged his wings and then stood on the lamppost he was lounging on. He yawned widely to reveal a maw of teeth akin to a shark's.
"NOT yet." The taffy man sunk into the ground like it was water flooding into a puddle.
"One last question if you don't mind?" The dragon asked curiously. "Did you base your dream form off Gumby? You are striking me hard with the nostalgia."
"Gumby?" The taffy man puddle twitched and rippled.
"Very old cartoon about something like your dream form." The dragon stated.
"I DO not WATCH tv." The taffy man inched off with those words.
With another shrug of his wings the dragon let him. He might have been inclined to press the matter, but really there was no need to push that hard. He was inclined to continue to hunt for gossamer.
Unfortunately picking were rather slim in this area. Either the taffy man had managed to hunt down the larger prey, or he had missed something, it was hard to tell. Briefly he regretted not attacking the other dream walker, but only briefly. Hitting the other walkers might place him significantly ahead, but it might also result in a loss. Better to be cautious over reckless.
By the end of the week he had managed to find little more than dregs of gossamer. Unfortunate that, but this did happen occasionally. He wasn't the only predator in the dream realms. It still was irritating in the extreme.
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14 days until next tribute.
You have 97 gossamer.
2 damage has been taken to your dragon form. You recover 1 a day naturally.
Daytime Action
[] Patrol the campus. (You're a security guard for the local college. Your contract doesn't really need you to patrol, but it gets you out of the place.0
[] Nap and use Dream of Wonder
[] Watch the Monitors (Talk with Harold)
Evening Action
[] Hit the local library
[] Hit the local cafe
[] Hit the local bar
[] Go home (Use night action twice)
Night Action
[] Hunt for Gossamer (Specify a number from 1-7. 1 easy, 7 hardest)
[] Hunt for your rivals
[] Look for something new
-You may use graft dream form on any slot you'd sleep.
-You may repair as an additional, free action.
-Write ins are acceptable.
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Surprise had the dragon backing up with a flap of his wings. You'd think shapeshifters would be common in the dream realm, but this was far from the truth. Most denizens didn't have the intelligence to create proper facsimiles. Dream forms were based on the wonder and imagination of the being making them after all. Proper, convincing shapeshifting took both wonder and imagination beyond the norm of even most dream walkers.
Midair the dragon flapped his wings again and spoke with a flashing of his eyes. "Peace! I have no interest in battle at this moment!"
The taffy man paused at his words and then spoke with a rippling of his body. "WE are TRYING to GET the FAVOR of DREAM-catcher. WHY not FIGHT?"
The voice of the thing bounced up and down with distressing regularity and sounded like several people talking at once. It was enough to make the dragon wince just a bit. His voice had been carefully crafted and smoothed out to sound just the way he wanted. This taffy man's voice was like someone had thrown together a few sounds.
"I personally have no reason to fight here." The dragon settled on the surface of a faded lamppost. This level of the dream had actual terrain that made sense to conventional reality instead of random features mashed together.
"YOU are GATHERING gossamer." The taffy man pointed as his body twitched and spasmed disturbingly. "I am GATHERING as WELL. But I will NOT object IF we GO our own ways."
"This is acceptable." The dragons tail flicked through the air and he nodded serenely. "I'm assuming you're trying to ambush as a hunting method? Does that work well?"
The thing paused unnaturally and then the taffy that made up it's head rippled. "I have HAD no PROBLEMS with IT."
"None of the other candidates attacked you like I have? Curious." The dragon shrugged his wings and then stood on the lamppost he was lounging on. He yawned widely to reveal a maw of teeth akin to a shark's.
"NOT yet." The taffy man sunk into the ground like it was water flooding into a puddle.
"One last question if you don't mind?" The dragon asked curiously. "Did you base your dream form off Gumby? You are striking me hard with the nostalgia."
"Gumby?" The taffy man puddle twitched and rippled.
"Very old cartoon about something like your dream form." The dragon stated.
"I DO not WATCH tv." The taffy man inched off with those words.
With another shrug of his wings the dragon let him. He might have been inclined to press the matter, but really there was no need to push that hard. He was inclined to continue to hunt for gossamer.
Unfortunately picking were rather slim in this area. Either the taffy man had managed to hunt down the larger prey, or he had missed something, it was hard to tell. Briefly he regretted not attacking the other dream walker, but only briefly. Hitting the other walkers might place him significantly ahead, but it might also result in a loss. Better to be cautious over reckless.
By the end of the week he had managed to find little more than dregs of gossamer. Unfortunate that, but this did happen occasionally. He wasn't the only predator in the dream realms. It still was irritating in the extreme.
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14 days until next tribute.
You have 97 gossamer.
2 damage has been taken to your dragon form. You recover 1 a day naturally.
Speed + Level = 7
Daytime Action
[] Patrol the campus. (You're a security guard for the local college. Your contract doesn't really need you to patrol, but it gets you out of the place.0
[] Nap and use Dream of Wonder
[] Watch the Monitors (Talk with Harold)
Evening Action
[] Hit the local library
[] Hit the local cafe
[] Hit the local bar
[] Go home (Use night action twice)
Night Action
[] Hunt for Gossamer (Specify a number from 1-7. 1 easy, 7 hardest)
[] Hunt for your rivals
[] Look for something new
-You may use graft dream form on any slot you'd sleep.
-You may repair as an additional, free action.
-Write ins are acceptable.
ConfusedPotato
Unverified Verifier
- Location
- Australia
[X] Patrol the campus. (You're a security guard for the local college. Your contract doesn't really need you to patrol, but it gets you out of the place.0
[X] Hit the local cafe
[X] Hunt for Gossamer (Specify a number from 1-7. 1 easy, 7 hardest)
-[X] 4
[X] Hit the local cafe
[X] Hunt for Gossamer (Specify a number from 1-7. 1 easy, 7 hardest)
-[X] 4