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[underaforeignmoon]

Howdy folks. 

So I’ve been here doing wtnv rp since about 2012, which is a long time! And it’s always been nothing but fun! But over the last year or two, activity’s been drying up. Almost no one remains of the once-large community I spent so many years writing with, and while I see there are many new people joining us, I’ve been repeatedly running into the problem of plotting with new people and starting threads only to be left hanging for months at a time. 

There are a handful of folk still around who I also write with elsewhere, but it’s because I write with them elsewhere that I’m considering archiving and deactivating all my rp blogs. I’m putting in more effort than I’m getting back, and it’s losing its fun. More and more I’m considering taking my OCs who I write here and giving them their own longform projects. I might set up a writeblr to keep y’all updated on what I’m working on, and if that’s the case, I’ll give you a chance to follow it before I disappear into the ether.  That said: I’m still willing to finish threads in progress, but I need to know you’re going to commit to doing that! Shoot me a message here, discord, anywhere we talk, and we’ll figure out what we want to wrap up and try to make that happen! 

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So RP Thread Tracker is shutting down. This is extremely sad.  First of all, if any of you use a different thread tracker, please please link me to it, I’m desperate. 

Secondly, I have over 40 active threads across all my blogs. There is no possible way for me to keep track of them all on my own, so this is what’s happening: any thread that hasn’t moved in a year or more will be archived and dropped at the end of this week. 

I know we’ve all been having a rough time of things and I’ve typically been happy to resurrect old threads, but there’s just too much y’all. If you want to keep such an old thread alive, either respond to it this week or send me a message about it! 

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No moon in IKEA.

Yeah, it’d be even fucking weirder if it was in there. How many shots of espresso do you want? 

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Venka took a moment to glance into the bags, gratitude already blossoming in their chest. Just a few hours ago they had been panicked and half-convinced they’d end up in a dangerous situation, and now here they were, safe and fed in a fellow wolf’s den. 

It would take a long time to repay Maggie for all her kindness. Venka got a start on it when they noticed Maggie looking around–presumably for Lee. “Hey, kiroptedro, your roommate’s looking for you,” they called out, hoping it would prompt Lee to reappear. 

After a moment the window to the fire escape slid open. Lee had taken herself outside in another futile attempt to get away from Venka’s snoring without leaving them completely on their own, and to play violin without waking them. 

“What?” she asked out loud, and set her violin across her lap so she could sign it as well.

“Your roommate wants you,” Venka repeated, waving to get Maggie’s attention in case she didn’t see Lee. 

“There is no calm! Don’t tell me to be calm!” [underaforeignmoon]

Potential Panic Starters

“Okay,” Lee replied, putting her hands up. “But like, seriously, calm down. What’s the big deal?”@underaforeignmoon

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Maggie’s kindness melted all of Venka’s earlier grumpiness. They struggled to sit up, in order to offer a grateful smile–a wolf smile at that, all in the eyes and the shoulders and the softness around their edges. 

Maggie understood perfectly. She triumphantly dropped Venka’s food off beside the couch before looking around the apartment for their translator, who was no where in sight. Maggie’s eyebrows drew together in concern and a small whine escaped her as she set aside her own groceries to poke around the apartment.

Venka took a moment to glance into the bags, gratitude already blossoming in their chest. Just a few hours ago they had been panicked and half-convinced they’d end up in a dangerous situation, and now here they were, safe and fed in a fellow wolf’s den. 

It would take a long time to repay Maggie for all her kindness. Venka got a start on it when they noticed Maggie looking around--presumably for Lee. “Hey, kiroptedro, your roommate’s looking for you,” they called out, hoping it would prompt Lee to reappear. 

“There is no calm! Don’t tell me to be calm!” [underaforeignmoon]

Potential Panic Starters

“Okay,” Lee replied, putting her hands up. “But like, seriously, calm down. What’s the big deal?”@underaforeignmoon

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Venka dozed more than slept, but it was sorely needed nonetheless. They did, however, snore. Loudly. Like gravel in a rock tumbler. 

They didn’t properly wake up until Maggie returned, and even then it was mostly to offer a tired wave to their new friend and reassure themself that they were still welcome. 

As tempted as she was to blast music to try to drown out their snores, Lee dug a pair of headphones out of her closet instead. It wasn’t much help, thanks to her enhanced hearing, but she could pretend it was well enough that she didn’t murder Venka before Maggie got back.

Maggie returned from the Ralph’s as quickly as she could with her own last minute ‘camping’ supplies and three bags full of any soft food she could think of for Venka. She offered them a bright smile as she came in the door, proudly displaying the armful of groceries she’d found for them.

Maggie’s kindness melted all of Venka’s earlier grumpiness. They struggled to sit up, in order to offer a grateful smile--a wolf smile at that, all in the eyes and the shoulders and the softness around their edges. 

“There is no calm! Don’t tell me to be calm!” [underaforeignmoon]

Potential Panic Starters

“Okay,” Lee replied, putting her hands up. “But like, seriously, calm down. What’s the big deal?”@underaforeignmoon

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“Something you’ve apparently never heard of,” was Venka’s terse answer. “Fun.”

“Ha, ha,” Lee replied sarcastically, but left it at that so Venka could finally sleep.

Venka dozed more than slept, but it was sorely needed nonetheless. They did, however, snore. Loudly. Like gravel in a rock tumbler. 

They didn’t properly wake up until Maggie returned, and even then it was mostly to offer a tired wave to their new friend and reassure themself that they were still welcome. 

“There is no calm! Don’t tell me to be calm!” [underaforeignmoon]

Potential Panic Starters

“Okay,” Lee replied, putting her hands up. “But like, seriously, calm down. What’s the big deal?”@underaforeignmoon

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“Most people don’t actually want to see other people impaled,” Venka growled. 

Lee scoffed and took a sip of her drink. “Then what’s the point?”

“Something you’ve apparently never heard of,” was Venka’s terse answer. “Fun.”

“There is no calm! Don’t tell me to be calm!” [underaforeignmoon]

Potential Panic Starters

“Okay,” Lee replied, putting her hands up. “But like, seriously, calm down. What’s the big deal?”@underaforeignmoon

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Part of Venka wanted to ignore Lee in favor of sleep. The rest of Venka was made up of pride, and it would not stand for this. “To throw knives at a person in a spinning wheel and narrowly miss.”

“Ooh, so much better,” she replied sarcastically. “It’s like being bad at missing too.”

“Most people don’t actually want to see other people impaled,” Venka growled. 

“There is no calm! Don’t tell me to be calm!” [underaforeignmoon]

Potential Panic Starters

“Okay,” Lee replied, putting her hands up. “But like, seriously, calm down. What’s the big deal?”@underaforeignmoon

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Part of Venka wanted to ignore Lee in favor of sleep. The rest of Venka was made up of pride, and it would not stand for this. “To throw knives at a person in a spinning wheel and narrowly miss.”

“There is no calm! Don’t tell me to be calm!” [underaforeignmoon]

Potential Panic Starters

“Okay,” Lee replied, putting her hands up. “But like, seriously, calm down. What’s the big deal?”@underaforeignmoon

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Under normal circumstances, this information would never have left Venka’s lips, especially not to Lee of all people. But their head was in a miserable fog, and they were tired, and they distantly heard themself saying, “Last job was in a traveling circus.”

Lee couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. “Oh my G—” She choked on the last word, still laughing, and had to grab hold of the counter to keep herself upright. “No fucking way.”

Not quite processing Lee’s reaction, Venka muttered, “So don’t fucking question my aim again.”

“There is no calm! Don’t tell me to be calm!” [underaforeignmoon]

Potential Panic Starters

“Okay,” Lee replied, putting her hands up. “But like, seriously, calm down. What’s the big deal?”@underaforeignmoon

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“Missing’s the whole point, kiroptedro,” Venka grumbled, settling back down. “Can’t keep an assistant if you hit them.”

Lee took a moment to concentrate on not spilling any blood while she poured it into a glass. “Assistant?” she repeated with a surprised laugh.

Under normal circumstances, this information would never have left Venka’s lips, especially not to Lee of all people. But their head was in a miserable fog, and they were tired, and they distantly heard themself saying, “Last job was in a traveling circus.”

“There is no calm! Don’t tell me to be calm!” [underaforeignmoon]

Potential Panic Starters

“Okay,” Lee replied, putting her hands up. “But like, seriously, calm down. What’s the big deal?”@underaforeignmoon

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“Hey now.” Venka’s bones creaked as they pushed themself up enough to glare after Lee. “My aim is professional.”

“Oh yeah?” she challenged. “Next time you throw a knife at me then, don’t fucking miss.”

“Missing’s the whole point, kiroptedro,” Venka grumbled, settling back down. “Can’t keep an assistant if you hit them.”

“There is no calm! Don’t tell me to be calm!” [underaforeignmoon]

Potential Panic Starters

“Okay,” Lee replied, putting her hands up. “But like, seriously, calm down. What’s the big deal?”@underaforeignmoon

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Venka was quiet for a long moment, trying to wrap their clouded mind around Lee’s question. “Since always?”

Lee let out a surprised laugh and opened the fridge to make herself a drink. “Thought you just had bad aim,” she muttered.

“Hey now.” Venka’s bones creaked as they pushed themself up enough to glare after Lee. “My aim is professional.”

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Potential Panic Starters

“Okay,” Lee replied, putting her hands up. “But like, seriously, calm down. What’s the big deal?”@underaforeignmoon

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“No,” Venka grumbled. “Just–don’t sneak up on me.” They tugged their little blanket more tightly around themself. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Lee paused on her way to the fridge to process this. “You–since when?” she wanted to know.

Venka was quiet for a long moment, trying to wrap their clouded mind around Lee’s question. “Since always?”

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Potential Panic Starters

“Okay,” Lee replied, putting her hands up. “But like, seriously, calm down. What’s the big deal?”@underaforeignmoon

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“Like to see you try.” Venka sighed, shifted once more to try to achieve any semblance of comfort, gave up and said, “Don’t sneak up on me; going to try to nap.”

Lee scoffed and shook her head. “What, do you want me to wear a bell or something?” she asked them. 

“No,” Venka grumbled. “Just--don’t sneak up on me.” They tugged their little blanket more tightly around themself. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“There is no calm! Don’t tell me to be calm!” [underaforeignmoon]

Potential Panic Starters

“Okay,” Lee replied, putting her hands up. “But like, seriously, calm down. What’s the big deal?”@underaforeignmoon

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Venka didn’t answer right away: one of the four balls in play had finally been dropped by the pelican that kept interfering in the game, and all of Venka’s attention was focused on it as it plummeted towards them. They crouched low to the ground, all coiled tension, and then leapt into the air, much higher than one would expect from someone of Venka’s stature and overall shape. They snatched up the little yellow ball, landed in a tumble, and then scrambled back to their feet with the ball held high in triumph. “You can’t get one past me, you damn bird!” As the moment passed and the pelican made another graceful spiral back towards the park, Venka finally turned their rather sharp grin on Sam. “There’s nothing to the rules, really. This one doesn’t touch the ground.” They held up the yellow ball again. Then they gestured to the one near Sam’s feet that kept growling softly. “That one will bite you if you pick it up. Don’t let the birds win.”

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                    ❝  ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒  I    confess    that    I  am  not  as  clear  on  the  rules  of  this  game  as  I  think  I  ought  to  be,  ❞        not  a  protest,    just  a  statement  of  fact.    They  really  seemed  to  be  having  fun  in  spite  of  themself,    kicking  up  red    &    gold  leaves  as  they  moved.    It  was  a  new  experience  for  them,      &    Sam  being  Sam,    they  really  wanted  to  get  it  right.