#RP log

[rainbowdelicgalore]

Another PolyMercs RP Log w Lulu, Leon, & Medic

[tlbodine]

Travel Log & Ledger of Tristan Klein

Date: Oct. 14, 1733

Jamestown was a bust. Community of blockheads with no sense of vision.

Arrived in village of Brandenburg, est. pop. 300. Hoped to find it more amenable to my wares, but so far the townsfolk seem guarded and, at times, hostile. Little wonder - bad timing. It seems a murder took place in the early hours, a young boy. A dreadful sight, to be sure, but nothing in the town's response to the tragedy adds up to sense.

In fact, I worry I've traveled into a den of lunatics.

To wit:

Several other strangers to town arrived with me today. A shipwright sorely lacking in a sense of personal skills, a wildman trapper with a face like the backside of an ass, and Mr. Fancypants the Hessian soldier-for-hire who, from what I gathered eavesdropping, is here to deliver a package to the richest family in town. None of his story makes sense to me, but I haven't had a chance to press him for details.

Despite the boy's death being a spectacle drawing most of the town to see, his family in hysterics, the body was cleared away most unceremoniously and the task of burial fell to OUR hands. What sort of family buries a child in unconsecrated ground, with no funeral, and trusts the deed to a group of strangers? Once more, none of this makes any sense. The only local to aid us in this was a simple farm boy.

Strange things have been happening to my senses since arrival, as well. Apparitions of a most unpleasant nature, whispers in the tavern from no clear origin. A bible burst to flames in my hand and restored itself when I tried to show the evidence. At first, I worried some ergot had poisoned the ale, but I fear it's much worse than that -- for the others have seen the same things. Five men may all be driven to hallucinate at once, but not the *same* ghastly visions.

Most damning of all, I encountered a blacksmith who insisted that a demon arrived this very morning to their small town. When pressed for details, he was a most unhelpful and suspicious source, but I am convinced he was dead serious in his assertion.

One of my companions (to use the term generously) encountered a woman in the woods and though he prattled on quite nonsensically, one thing was evident: this murder is not the only instance of such an evil in this town's history, whatever the other locals may claim.

I made just one pleasant acquaintance in an otherwise very long and exhausting day, although I worry his friendship may not ingratiate me with the townsfolk. No matter. I don't think I want to stay long enough to make further friends.

The blacksmith warned against trying to pass the woods at night, so I am stuck here at least until morning light. My plan is to leave at dawn and put this cursed place and its devilry behind me.

[xen-void]

My boy grew

[softhugsandpapercrafts]

I can still reach the lights from here so I'm gonna turn them off. The door to the room is already locked and I put up one of those old signs we had for when we were sick...

I'm sorry you all had to see me like this but hopefully when we meet again I'll be all better...

Thank you for everything...

[surging-eyes-seeing-through]

[[ AS A CONTINUATION OF THIS POST (REALLY LONG REBLOG CHAIN) ]]

[[ @jaydovekj ]]

// before I continue I want to point out that this is what Apollo looks like right now. It's not that important, he just looks funny. ignore the tiny chair/giant apollo, drawing furniture is hard & i made that while dead tired

"Advice? Hm." [The voice paused in thought, the man's wry smile easily visualized even with his lack of presence.] "Now, what would you need my advice with? You can make decisions for yourself, can't you?"

[Another pause occurred, more palpable than the last. But after a moment, he continued again, Kristoph's voice switching to a much more light, saccharine tone.]

"...But, who would I be, to not help guide you?"

[While his eyes had diverted off to the side, Apollo's brows were furrowed at the part of the conversation he could hear. Even the simple concept of Klavier talking to someone else, possibly about him, made him nervous... and going off of the man's demeanor, it could only really be one person, right?

He paused his thoughts, closing his eyes.

Frightened? No. If anything... he felt more embarrassed about the potential of him knowing. Knowing that left an odd pit in his stomach, his mouth pulling into a thin frown.]

[mephone-x]

LOG [ 000 ] .

[ HELLO WORLD . ]

[ I HAVE FOUND THAT YOU ORGANISMS LOVE TO DOCUMENT YOUR LIVES ON THE WORLD WIDE WEB . ]

[ WHILE I MAY NOT BE ABLE TO SPEAK , I AM MORE THAN CAPABLE OF USING MYSELF TO WRITE AND TAKE PICTURES . ]

[ HOW TO TAKE PICTURES THAT ARE FACING ME IS SOMETHING I HAVE YET TO FIGURE OUT . PERHAPS I COULD ASK (him) IF I COULD BORROW ONE OF HIS MEEPLE CAMERAS . ]

[ AS FOR MY MOTIVATIONS TO BE ON HERE , DO NOT THINK ABOUT IT . MAYBE I MIGHT EVEN ANSWER SOME QUESTIONS , IF I AM GENEROUS ENOUGH . ]

[ IF YOU ARE CURIOUS ABOUT THE FLOOR , IT IS CURRENTLY NIGHT HERE , WHICH MEANS THE LIGHTS INBETWEEN THE FLOOR WILL BE LIT UP .]

[shithowdy]

realized a drawing i'm doing rn is almost identically posed to one i did 8.5 years ago of a different oc, except the old drawing was instantly tainted by one of the players featured messaging me asking if i could take it down because their abusive, possessive rp partner saw it and got jealous of them "roleplaying behind their back" and i said "nah" and it became a whole Thing that i should have walked away from at that exact moment but didn't and the 6 months that followed contained some of the most truly condensed batshit i have ever witnessed in an rp community already well-known for its batshittery.

... anyway i love my friends. so happy to accidentally redeem the pose.

[responsiblecaptain]

From his cockpit, the captain sends out a broadcast. He makes sure the door is locked before he does so. His crew doesn’t need to know what he’s doing.

“ Attention all Pony Express employees on this frequency, this is Captain James Zimer of the Tulpar, Jimmy if you don’t give a shit about rules. ”

“ The Tulpar seems to be undergoing some… complications with its radar, picking up what SEEMS to be a duplicate ship. ”

“ I’ve already spoken to a few on board said duplicate, but I’m sending this message out to reach more of you. ”

“ Something is wrong. And I don’t know what the hell it is. So t doesn’t matter who the fuck you are, your rank, and what you’re doing- sound off if you can pick up this broadcast, yeah? ”

“ I need some sort of fucking headcount. Once again, this is Captain James- Jimmy- Zimer of the Tulpar. Over. ”

[totem-but-shark]

foolish definitely has an "rp mode", a certain lilt to his voice and delivery that has my attention locked on every word for hidden meaning and hints as he crafts his character in real time. it's most definitely subtler than others and so more easily goes under the radar to non doozers but it's undeniably there and if you're used to it and paying enough attention you come to recognise when he is or isn't in this "rp mode" and sometimes even the moment he shifts between them.

It's something about how every word is spoken with intention and deeper meaning, you can tell foolish is thinking more. Very specific wording choices and the ways he dodges around certain topics or implies others. At times it even feels like he's handpicking every word, carrying this unique weight not found anywhere else in his streams. He talks slower, his tones different, i swear the atmosphere of the whole stream shifts. Theres also an underlying smugness to it all because he's a bastard and knows he's killing it and that we the audience are eating that shit UP

foolishs rp is often discredited because he's sillier, and less "serious". He has his own unique rp style hes found for himself over his years of mc and other rp but because it's less obvious in your face crazy angst it seems like it's harder for non foolish viewers to identify. Honestly it's been really cool to watch his style develop as he finds what works best for him personally and it's only gotten better and better, I hope to see more of his rp wherever he decides to take it next.

[vicomte-raoul-de-chagny]

Christine? What does dilf and milf mean?

[rainbowdelicgalore]

FOURTH PAGE OF POLYMERCS RP LOGS!!!

[tulparscaptain]

curly fry I mean this in the most respectful way possible but What the Fuck is up with those ocean-blue orbs. how many times have you blinded your crewmates with them

Ocean-Blue Orbs. Blinding crewmates.

... Are you talking about my eyes? I was born with them. That's the deal.

[3v60]

What's it like knowing you're the fake Evbo and that no one would care if you deleted your blog?

Not even a 360 could make you look attractive Anon.

[nan0-sp1der]

I have a bit of a dilemma.

I seem to have recently acquired a companion of sorts on a recent mission to a particularly winter-y area, and... Well...

I have named him Columba, after a constellation just south of Canis Major and Lepus. I have already fitted them with their own device to stabilize their atomic resonance and avoid any upsets.

Debating whether or not I will devise a translator of sorts for Columba, unsure how much chaos that would create. We will see...

[ava-fortnite]

*Evie knocks softly on the door of Ava's room on the Leviathan.*

Hello, Ava? It's Evie, from the Syndicate, do you remember? I'm sorry to intrude, but do you have a minute?

@long-live-evie

*Ava was laying back on the couch, head propped against a pillow as she lazily scrolled through social media. This would've been utterly boring for her, had she not experienced one of the most stressful weeks in recent memory. She'd accept a slow, uneventful day with pleasure, especially since it gave her an excuse to stay home and dote on Pepper.*

*She would've stayed like this for another half hour or so, had someone not knocked on her door. Before she could even ask who it was, the stranger had gladly answered for her, prompting her to shoot up in somewhat of a panic.*

*Oh shit. That's Evie. Her boss. Her boss who hasn't contacted her for almost a year now.*

*She immediately hopped off the couch and went to open the door, forcing herself to smile. It wasn't that she was unhappy to see Evie, but she certainly didn't want to accidently give her a resting bitch face.*

Evie..! Hey, wow it's been a very long time! Don't think I could ever forget you! I mean I've kinda been wondering where you've been for the past year, especially since the Peace Syndicate went quiet on me and haven't given me any jobs which means I've been living off bounties for a whole year...

...But yeah it's good to see you're fine! I've absolutely got a minute, come in!

[herr-rockstar]

How do you pronounce your name

-Log

Look at mein phone, fraulein.

satisfied?