Do I look pretty in this dress?

  • Yes

    Votes: 6 50.0%
  • No

    Votes: 1 8.3%
  • You like your mother

    Votes: 1 8.3%
  • You're an ugly wretch

    Votes: 1 8.3%
  • You're divine

    Votes: 3 25.0%
  • You're heathenous

    Votes: 5 41.7%

  • Total voters
    12
  • Poll closed .
Alright.
@Nightingale
"Well, this could have gone better." You grumble as you are "persuaded" away from the main room and up the stairs by one of the 'guests,' or very obviously a member of security in disguise. Their disguise is so-so, just by looking at them you wouldn't have figured anything, but their behavior was too obvious.

Then again, at the moment you feel that train of thought is a little hypocritical. Note to self, dye your hair or something the next time you decide to create a distraction by attracting attention to yourself. That way when you pretend you are another guest and this is all a misunderstanding, security can't pointedly glare at your hair while tapping their feet like an array of impatient school children. Well, that's if the fact that you are being led upstairs instead of removed from the premises doesn't mean you are going to be killed. Really that would be a bit far, it isn't like you hurt anyone. Even if your rather mesmerizing attempts to flirt with the unappreciative swine this party calls 'guests' did leave more than one poor sap unblinking and unable to comprehend he is supposed to be flattered.

Don't even get you started on the other girls, they were even worse, one even had the nerve to douse your passionate flame with her drink.
You must admit, you're rather bitter from the experience. But distracted for a moment from your escort, who was a lot more cordial than escorts past, you peak into some of the rooms you pass. One, filled entirely with glass skulls has a painting of Napoleon eating a sandwich. Okay, that's weird.

As you pass another you smell pasta sauce, and peer in to see something weirder than the last room. A room, filled to the brim with collanders, and little figurines, all seemingly made of spaghetti, arranged in a large coronation of a king spaghetti figure. Above this grand spaghetti coronation is a scaled model(Made of spaghetti still) of what you can only describe as a... Flying spaghetti monster? Hung by a wire on the ceiling, he seems to be presiding over the spaghetti king coronation. Clearing his throat, the security member closes the door and looks at you.

"I'm afraid we don't have time to admire the place, sir." He says, and you feel indignant for a moment.

Finally, after what feels like an unbearable amount of walking - because the fact that this is a mansion needed flaunting so much you had to walk in a circle around it to get to your destination. "Yes I did notice Mr. totally incognito security officer who's mask isn't even on right!" You arrive at a needlessly large door. "You know this would be ominous if I hadn't had so much time to stop pretending I care on the way." You remark, and your escort chuckles. It appears he appreciated the detour about as much as you did. So then why did he make you take it? Now that is ominous.

"Enter." The escort commands, while pointing at the door. It appears he isn't coming with. It is about this moment you are beginning to have second thoughts about this, perhaps you should have ran away instead of following him. You still could run, though. As you play with the thought for a moment the escort looks at you impatiently. You reach for the door handle and pull.

The sight that reaches you upon the door's grudging acceptance of your pull - transmitted to you via communication method of squeaky hinge - is so utterly disappointing you find yourself wanting to close it and try again. Inside the room is bereft of decoration, besides a lone oak desk with scant few papers on it, and an oversized pencil, and the back of a fine leather chair. You count to three as you move forward, the door politely deciding not to squeak this time as it closes on its own, betting that when you make it to- "three." you announce, and sure enough the chair spins to dramatically reveal- none other than the one guy you were expecting.

On the bright side, there is no man as rich as him that would dirty themselves with blood when they could have someone else do it, so you suppose that means you're am safe for the time being. Than again, you have also heard he is even more tastefully eccentric than you are. Perhaps this will be amusing. "I have been expecting you." He says, and it echoes around the room deeply. Oh, that's why the room is so empty, so there's nothing to block the reverberating of the sound. Smart, if not a rather large amount of effort to achieve something pointless. Than again, perhaps you are being unfair, at-least the room isn't painfully dark or bright like in some kind of over the top spy movie.

"I would hope so, it took over ten minutes to get here." You remark, and he has the nerve to laugh at you. "If that walk was purely so he could set up here, I am going to hit someone with a pan before I leave."

"I am sorry about that, but I had to be sure you were who I thought you were." Ok, now he is being needlessly cryptic.

"And how exactly did boring me achieve that?"

"Quite simple really, if I was to ask your escort he would tell me with pure honesty that he took you straight here, and the walk was only about thirty seconds." Must, fight, urge, to, fry.

"The very fact that you actually remember the trip here, despite the attempt to subvert your mind with magic, tells me you are in fact tainted by the Astral Sea. Yet here you are, confused and staring at me like I have grown an extra head." Damn straight you are- magic, astral sea?

"Most humans cannot survive with enough Astral energy in them to counter illusions so effortlessly, and yet here you are, not even aware and entirely unaffected. That is why you have been sent here, my associate and I believe you are perfect for a job in the Astral Sea."

"You hired me?" You ask, unable to contain your surprise, but luckily not actually spilling why you are here. Just in case.

"No, but I was informed you were coming, and recognized the energy sticking to you immediately. I must say I appreciated your attempts to flirt with my guests, but in the future, please refrain from wasting such brilliant efforts on idiots who can't appreciate it." Never-mind, you love this guy. Must, not, cry.

"So, what will it be? Will you take me up on my job offer, or will you walk back the way you came and leave empty-handed?"
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[] Take the job offer(or at the very least temporarily say yes to see where this goes)
[] Leave while you still can!
[] Do something unexpected (This is the vote where you let me have some fun)
Please replace the chapter post with that. Much better.
(I'll note I found some of your changes weird, though not exactly distasteful.
A few notable things though were the deletion of one part, the unaltering of a scene you specifically asked me to alter, and leaving out something you actually complained I hadn't put in, leading me to asking you to just add what you wanted.)
(Alas, not all important. And I certainly won't go into specifics while them are watching. We must stand united!)
 
Wait are you making a code geass reference? Because if so i love you and I will disown skew as my lover.
Sorry, but nope. Just general forced magical obligation and stuff.

Pretty much like all the stories that are: "You accepted, now you must uphold your bargain or you fucked."
The concept of a geass/geas/geis comes from Irish myth, and to my knowledge, code geass draws on it for its namesake. So it's not so much making a Code Geass reference as making a reference to the thing Code Geass is a reference to.


Interestingly, in the myths, they don't actually need any form of consent on the part of the one bound by them. So you get things like Ulster's leading pretty-boy hero, dearmid, being geased by his king's fiancee to elope with her, against his will, and having little choice but to go along with it.
 
The concept of a geass/geas/geis comes from Irish myth, and to my knowledge, code geass draws on it for its namesake. So it's not so much making a Code Geass reference as making a reference to the thing Code Geass is a reference to.


Interestingly, in the myths, they don't actually need any form of consent on the part of the one bound by them. So you get things like Ulster's leading pretty-boy hero, dearmid, being geased by his king's fiancee to elope with her, against his will, and having little choice but to go along with it.

The insightful rating can't be more accurate in this situation.
 
[X] Details! We need details before we can accept contracts!

Okay, I'm liking this.
And this guy is thrilled!
No, really, say more.
 
[X] Details! We need details before we can accept contracts!

Okay, I'm liking this.
And this guy is thrilled!
No, really, say more.

Just got out of work, and this is exactly what I need in my life.

Edit: I'll start writing the update soon. Consider the votes being tallied and tastefully savored for all their magnificent beauty.
 
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Also for anyone interested *shrugs casually*

Simon.terrence, if you feel like bugging me. I tend to be more inclined to not forget about something if I'm constantly reminded of it #procrastinator

Besides it's good to know thy QM.
 
Also for anyone interested *shrugs casually*

Simon.terrence, if you feel like bugging me. I tend to be more inclined to not forget about something if I'm constantly reminded of it #procrastinator

Besides it's good to know thy QM.
You're just bored and want people to talk to besides your horde of people to talk to.
So needy, this one.
If anyone was wondering, my username is |G.O.D|Sendicard
Message me somewhere else first with your username if you decide to add me for some twisted reason. I get a lot of spam requests, so I tend to auto deny names I do not recognize.
I think you can personalize your request on Skype though, make it say 'yo sendi, fuck you' and I'll probably accept it.
 
You're just bored and want people to talk to besides your horde of people to talk to.
So needy, this one.
If anyone was wondering, my username is |G.O.D|Sendicard
Message me somewhere else first with your username if you decide to add me for some twisted reason. I get a lot of spam requests, so I tend to auto deny names I do not recognize.
I think you can personalize your request on Skype though, make it say 'yo sendi, fuck you' and I'll probably accept it.

It's not my fault everybody I talk to is boooooring.
 
Twelve hour shift today, so no update (unfortunately) but I'll try to muster the effort after work. If not I have the day off tomorrow anyways, so if you want to see your precious updates again you'll spam my inbox/tag me in creative ways so i don't forget/procrastinate!

*holds the updates hostage for humors sake*
 
Thx for the heads up.
Btw, what works of fiction inspired the idea for this quest?
Just curious.

@Nightingale @Sendicard

That's an interesting question. It was actually inspired by a theoretical situation our friend Fish threw at us about a team of exorcists plumbers plunging the literal hell out of a toilet.

As for inspiration of writing style, I'd actually have to say a multitude of things, but most of my sense of humor is airily cynical, in the style of Oscar Wilde. Specifically his play "The importance of being Earnest"

Check it out, you can download it via the google books...thing for free.
 
Thx for the heads up.
Btw, what works of fiction inspired the idea for this quest?
Just curious.

@Nightingale @Sendicard
Ya, as Nightingale said. Fish said something like "going to go plunge the literal hell out of that toilet" and I think I said something like 'did you need a bible?' Or maybe it was Nightingale, I don't know, that sounds like something I would say. And the he said something like "Ya, we'll get a team of exorcists on your toilet."

And then he went to the bathroom.

When he came back about five minutes later, it was to Nightingale and I laughing our asses off, and talking mechanics to our first co-op Quest.
It really was that quick. The Quest idea bugged us for probably a month, month and a half, before we got a chance to sit down and really talk about how we were going to do this. What themes we really wanted to go for, what mechanics we wanted to include, and what ones we specifically wanted to leave out from our other projects.

And about a week later, I think, maybe a bit longer, Nightingale posted the first update. He really kind of sprung it on me, actually. Showed up at my house at like 1am I think, and I really wanted to go to bed. And he forced me to stay up while spacing it, so I could take two of the 'reserved spaces'

Regardless, it has been a lot of fun, and I expect it to be a lot more fun.
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Personally, there are no works of fiction inspiring this, humor or otherwise. A lot of it is really just Nightingale and I getting a chance to sit down, or talk on the phone(as he hates my house for irrational, non possession related reasons), and shooting the shit while coming up with 'what would happen next in this scenario' or 'what our the current goals? Thematically speaking, and literally?' 'How do their actions effect the scene?'

A lot of the humor comes from trying not to screw up. We don't want to paste too much character onto the character before you guys have given the actions to really create one. So we can't do 'this' or 'that' because it really would bold traits that aren't there. But simultaneously we can't make it boring and stale by not doing things, because then no-one will stick around to bold the character.
And that means we need to be creative. Which is really what this quest is about anyway.

We're really trying to be fair, and comical, at the same time. And most importantly, not screw up.
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I have not in fact read, anything, ever, by Oscar Wilde. I'm sure he's good though, Nightingale won't ever shut up about him.
 
That's some really interesting stuff.

I've participated in quests where players had so much freedom of character design and choice that things kind of fizzled out.
No one had any firm idea on what to do long term so we just kind of went where every our fancy led us or whatever the GM threw at us to keep things interesting for themselves and players.

I personally think the players need some kind of bound, hook, and framing to get a feel for what they should chew on next. Of course, the tricky part is not just throwing plot against the wall and seeing what sticks...

So I guess you two let the background characters and environment speak for the character to give a foundation about how the player character could possibly proceed?

I'm thinking of starting a quest someday, so sorry if I'm bugging you, I just gotta know though.;)

Oh, and I'll check out Wilde in a bit.
 
So I guess you two let the background characters and environment speak for the character to give a foundation about how the player character could possibly proceed?
Uh, ya, kind of. For the beginning, the character is really along for the ride. She'll grow though, and then you guys'll have more charge in the plot than 'go this way because we said it'll be interesting/important' You'll note so far you guys have had a lack of real choices. All the votes have been about 'how' something happens, not 'what' happens.

Trust me when I say there will come a point where the character has a distinct personality. You will recognize it by that moment when someone makes a vote that is massively out of character, and you go 'that's not her though'

If you don't, you'll eventually recognize it by the first time we veto a vote on account of being 'ridiculously OOC'
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If you want to talk more about this, PM me.
 
Update should be polished and posted by Wednesday, and I have a poll up if anyone feels like checking me it out.
 
@Nightingale, there not having been any pictures of anyone in a dress recently enough to stick in memory, I am forced to presume that you are all gussied up, and have forgotten that us being able to speak with you doesn't entail us being able to see you.

*peers into scrying-flame*

Yes, you look pretty in that dress, nightingale. It really accentuates your eyes. :V
 
@Nightingale, there not having been any pictures of anyone in a dress recently enough to stick in memory, I am forced to presume that you are all gussied up, and have forgotten that us being able to speak with you doesn't entail us being able to see you.

*peers into scrying-flame*

Yes, you look pretty in that dress, nightingale. It really accentuates your eyes. :V
I find it funny because your taste is bad, not because it is funny.:p
 
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