But can you do a handstand

[Thursday]

Perched with his back against the wall, Thursday's vacant eyes gazed but did not particularly see any of the happenings going on around him. He had been in a daze for quite some time now. Maybe it was, as he often and quickly mentioned, just the London weather messing with his "brainstrils, like nostrils for your brain to breath with", but the fact of the matter was that he just didn't get it. Nothing. The city, the people, the fact that they were all in a game, and could not get out. It didn't particularly bother him though, not knowing that is. He was, after all, a person who had just recently discovered the correct protocol in how to safely torrent music and movies. Still working on the concept of not having to pay for either though. Gurgling absentmindedly, he slumped listlessly, as if trying his best to somehow slink his way through time and space and back into real life. His parents had not undergone all the hardship of immigrating to the US of A after the Fall of Saigon just so that he could get stuck in some video game. Sighing, he melted even further, slipping down along the wall till his limbs were spilling across the road with only the back of his head resting against the wall.


"I don't get it."  

Acceptance was the first step, so they say. Vocalization. Massaging his jukebox, he repeated, albeit a bit louder, with more Cockney,

"I dahn't geddit."

No, that was Scottish.

"I dern't gerderdit?"

Hm, not sure.

"Hurrulghhuuh..."

Louisville, Kentucky.

Throwing back his head, he screeched to nobody in particular, "I DON'T GET IT!!!!! NOOOOOOOO GOD, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOT LIKE THIS, NOOOO!" Finding it difficult to summon crocodile tears, he instead closed his eyes and howled sorrowfully at the sky, hoping to draw some attention to his plight.

[Midori]

[attr="class","polaris"] [attr="class","girtab"] [attr="class","gif"] [attr="class","backgroundsinister"] [attr="class","stardust"] [attr="class","lockedroom"] [attr="class","murasak"] Pay the price of karma and let's go together. It was at that moment that Narrator had met their match because with the arrival of this new character, an even crazier RPer had emerged. Even with the post content being somewhat relatively serious, it still had that undertone of being ridiculous in nature. But let's try to post normally before we delve into further fourth wall breaking. No one liked a stale act. Midori was mostly wandering the streets of this fantasy London, mostly just doing assorted work for her guild. Apocrypha wasn't a very big or public guild, but her division of the guild was meant to serve more of a reconnaissance role. It didn't seem that anything of particular interest had happened over the past few weeks, though. There had been the announcement about the Adventurers who set off to explore the new Sarum area. Hiro had decided to join the group and signed up for the scouting missions. Midori herself had decided to stay back for the time being so that she could make amble preparations. Her new armor, or as much armor as a star-themed cloak and a school uniform could be, had already been crafted. Now she just needed a proper weapon other than a beginner katana and a dusty old grimoire. Renai had also crafted her Allul-0 puppet too, but Midori's Puppeteer class was not yet high enough to equip the item properly. Perhaps it would serve as a good next step to follow. Her inner thoughts were suddenly thrown off balance by a guy leaning against a wall, shouting to the heavens in despair. She suddenly stopped walking and had to stop to take a closer look at who this individual could have been. Usually a player realizing that he was stuck in the game and then subsequently crying in despair was limited to only the first week though. But maybe this was Liquid Time? Who cares. Anyway, the most likely possibilities: A) He was drunk B) He was delusional C) He lost a bet D) He got scammed by a Nigerian prince who promised him $100,000,000 to log on the British Elder Tale server E) All of the above I wonder what the right answer could be? "Hi there. Uh..." she paused for a moment. Why did she choose to stop and talk to him anyway? Maybe the urge to gather intelligence on others was too strong. "What exactly don't you get?" [attr="class","notesbg"] NOTES SKILLS WORDS 400 CREDIT BY jumpstart! of btn and ote [attr="class","borderradius"] 皐月 冬子

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[Thursday]

Ah, an audience. Pressing the back of his hand against his forehead, he postured dramatically, repeating her quandary in a distressed tone, "What don't I get exactly? LITTLE GIRL! Would you truly and sincerely listen to my troubles? LITTLE GIRL!! Will you hear each and every exact thing I don't get?!" Regardless of whether or not she would have, he launched into his second salvo. "LITTLE GIRL! I don't understand why Women are so cruel. LITTLE GIRL!! You look like somebody I once knew, somebody who..." Careening unsteadily, he wobbled back and forth before collapsing onto the ground, clutching his chest. "Thrust a dagger into my heart. LITERALLY. She stabbed me! RIGHT HERE!" Rotating his head, he stared directly into her eyes, his own growing hideously wide and ghastly as he whispered, "But I didn't die." Burying his face theatrically into the crook of his arm, he chanced a quick glance to see if she was still there, and upon confirmation of that fact, continued.

Or he would have, if he could remember what he was talking about. Pausing, he looked thoughtfully towards the sky, as if searching for some divine intervention to save the conversation. Several awkward moments passed before he finally cleared his throat, hunching forward as he postured jauntily, growling murderously, "I don't know how to leave this town. I have been stuck here since this whole shindig went down, and I can not get out. Nobody will talk to me, everybody I try to talk to runs away." Collapsing in a heap, he buried his hands in his face and screeched in what he imagined was a distressed sob, "I... I have no friends!!! AHHHHHHHHH! 0! LITERALLY!! LOOK AT MY FRIENDS LIST! I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO SHOW YOU THAT! I DON'T GET IT!"

Throwing his head back, he howled, "I DON'T GET IT!!!!! NOOOOOOOO GOD, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOT LIKE THIS, NOOOO!"

[Midori]

[attr="class","polaris"] [attr="class","girtab"] [attr="class","gif"] [attr="class","backgroundsinister"] [attr="class","stardust"] [attr="class","lockedroom"] [attr="class","murasak"] Pay the price of karma and let's go together. Okay, never mind. This guy was even crazier than she had thought. It's time to exit stage left. She turned to her left, only to find out that the way was blocked. A crowd had formed! Nooooooooo! This negativity was spreading! She took a deep breath and listened to everything else he had to say. So basically, he met someone... and then that person PKed him? Even though mentioning stuff like a friend list meant that he was aware that this was a game, it sounded like he wanted to either leave London or leave the server altogether. But since there was currently no way to escape from this world right now, maybe it would be best to get him out of the city for the moment before the crowd gets larger. Maybe she needed to get him to calm down for a bit though. Midori hovered her finger over the system interface and pulled out her friend list. She then looked in the direction of the stranger and opened up his character summary. Thursday. She dragged the character summary into her friend list and watched as the message went into a pending screen. At any moment now, he should probably receive a notification that he had received a friend request. But wait. There was a bit of static for the moment and the name popped back out of the friend list. Odd. She tried again by typing his name manually in the search bar on the menu, but the same thing happened. Was he a Person of the Land or something for something like this to occur? A small system message appeared at that moment. [Friend request failed because the recipient has blocked friend requests.] ... "Oh. You have your friend list turned off. Just take your finger, poke the air in front of you, then go to your friend list and uncheck the box that blocks friend requests. Try adding me?" [attr="class","notesbg"] NOTES SKILLS WORDS 322 CREDIT BY jumpstart! of btn and ote [attr="class","borderradius"] 皐月 冬子

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[Thursday]

Huh, was that all there really was to it? Scratching his chin in hesitation, he tentatively and cautiously jabbed at the air in front of him. Immediately, a panel materialized before him, drawing a sharp gasp of surprise. SATAN! All but feeling the flames of perdition consuming his soul, he braved past his discomfort and scanned through the various details on the panel, sweating furiously through it all. SATAN!! What was it she had said? Check off a block block a block block... SATAN!!! Feeling the edges of his consciousness fraying, regardless, he pressed on, panting furiously as he quickly and furtively jabbed his finger through the air, striking the box and undoing the curse that had been unknowingly denying him friendship and comfort since his arrival into this strange new world. Though, it didn't really explain why everybody kept running away from him...

"Add you..?"

But there was no calculator. He didn't get it. Pursing his lips, he stated matter-o-factly.

"I don't get it."

Getting in the flow of things, he continued, jabbing his finger at his sword, then her own attire, then at the sky.

"I don't get any of this! I don't get any of it at all. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, DEAR GOD, NOOOOOOOOOOO, WHYYYYYYYY!!!"

Plopping himself onto the ground, he crossed his legs, stroking his chin in what he imagined to be a wise manner, before admitting slightly reluctantly,

"I-I, I do not get what is going on, at all. I don't know anything about this world, or about its people, or any of that poop. I only got on because I was drunk and was trying to access Facebook, but I didn't know how to get out of the game, so I made a character. Please explain, I will make it up to you. I... I will give you this!"

Gripping his sword, he laid it before him, before prostrating himself, rubbing his forehead into the dirt as he groveled. "Please help me! Have you heard the story of the woman who gave like, a coin or something, but it was all she had, so she gave more than the guy who donated like a whole library? It's in the bible check it out." Figuring that he had made about the strongest case he could, he murmured indiscreetly beneath his breath, "Or something like that, I don't know I don't give a shit..." before kneeling with greater fervor and intensity.

[Casanova]

Weakly pushing through the crowd with his bright orange robe trailing behind him. Curiosity shining brightly in his eyes as to what the commotion was all about. All the while he simultaneously scanned the small crowd for cute girls as he did at all times. It pleased him that eyes were centered on him as he pushed past, his tall pointed hat and delicately stitched robe all a bright orange that matched his flaming inner passion. Towards the front of the crowd he spotted a girl with short blue hair in plate armour and pushed his way towards her.

When he reached her he unhesitantly employed both his chivalry classes and moves he had learned from certain dating games.

"Hello, my lady", totally losing himself in the process while raising her hand to his lips, "Pray chance may i know your name?"

Quietly, she destroyed hsi world with the words presented in the soft girl voice, "You know I'm a dude, right?"

His face contorted into that of sheer horror as he stumbled backward from the lusty bodied man. He tripped on his feet, landing on his bosom in front of the crowd. Realizing that some of the eyes had turned towards his shenanigans, he nobly stood up and brushed his robe off. Spotting the cut girl talking to a man going into dramatics, he came in white knighting.

In his best and smoothest voice he could find while putting his long pointed hat to his chest, he asked, "May i be of assistance good ser?"

[ichor]

Everyone was facing upstage making it difficult for Ichor to see from his position in the crowd house left. He sat on the ground drinking water from his tea cup while the wolf-hair howled his miseries. The pathos was truly enjoyable, fantastic for catharsis. A puppet kept by the black haired woman caught his eye. A puppeteer, then? Maybe she had a penchant for theatrics as well. Certainly the newcomer in his vibrant orange must have some preference to flair. The hat was a dead give-away to a heavy duty role playing gamer. The sorcerer pursed his lips. The newcomers robe was stitched weakly. It would hold together, true, but it would offer little protection. Perhaps he would start working on his craft and remedy that ailment for himself and a few others.

The flashy orange-robed man backpedaled from a woman of the guardian class if the armor style was any indication just as the wolf began howling again.  Tired of being an audience member, Ichor stood and lightly dusted his pants and readjusted his scarf. He strolled behind the group as the blonde made an offer of assistance in a rustic accent that Ichor hoped was just an affectation. Raising his voice, the white-haired summoner chimed in.

Did you know that Thursday is partially named after Thor, god of thunder? You really live up to your name, wolf-hair.



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