OCC - Borrowed Tess, slightly. Hope you don't mind. I'll be happy to edit if you wish...
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*Max*
"Isabel and I can give you a ride," I say to Alex, although my attention is on Michael. I know he's very blunt sometimes but it's just because he's scared. We all are. But it's especially hard for Michael to trust other people at times like this.
"We can swing by and pick you up, too, if you like Michael," I suggest. "Or you can just come along with us now if you wanna grab something quickly." I'm guessing he wouldn't have even bothered to bring anything if it hadn't come up, but now, maybe he will. Either way, I'm sure he won't be long...
At the same time, I reach into my jeans and pull out the money I'm carrying it. Counting it, I hand it over to Kyle, assuming he and Tess are going to get take-out or delivery on the way home. "I only got thirty-three dollars here. I don't think that'll be enough but it'll be a start. Tess'll know what to get for us. Maybe some pineapple and jalepino pizza or sweet-and-sour pork?" I suggest, not sure if he's going to get pizza or chinese, or maybe something-else.
Tess takes the money before Kyle can close his hand over it. "Like you said, I'll figure something out," she says with a smile.
"Right," I say, realizing I've talked myself in a circle. "You two take care of it, then. Michael? You coming with us?"
The Age of Ulyssa (AU/UC/ADULT) Thread #1
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*Alex*
"Thanks
I get in behind Isabel. I'll have to chat with Maria later about what's troubling her. I know Michael isn't trying to hurt her directly, but it always seems to come out that way. Just like I am sure Isabel doesn't mean to hurt me when she tells me I am a good friend. But the fact that it seems that is all I am ever gonna be to her breaks my poor human heart. Ugh, get it together Whitman. She's just one girl. Nope, can't even lie to myself. Iz is not one girl. She's the girl. Okay, enough self pitying. Now back to my list. What number was I on? Oh yes....
"Thanks
I get in behind Isabel. I'll have to chat with Maria later about what's troubling her. I know Michael isn't trying to hurt her directly, but it always seems to come out that way. Just like I am sure Isabel doesn't mean to hurt me when she tells me I am a good friend. But the fact that it seems that is all I am ever gonna be to her breaks my poor human heart. Ugh, get it together Whitman. She's just one girl. Nope, can't even lie to myself. Iz is not one girl. She's the girl. Okay, enough self pitying. Now back to my list. What number was I on? Oh yes....
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~Michael~
"Michael? You coming with us?" I hear Max ask as I lift my head up from the back of my couch.
"Nah, I'm straight..." I say to Max, slightly annoyed by Maria's refusal. "I'll walk...It'll give me a chance to clear my head"
Max doesn't look to pleased with the idea, I know he doesn't like the thought of any of us traveling alone. But Max's gotta learn that as much as he was once a King, I was once his second in command and well equipped to take care of myself.
"Michael? You coming with us?" I hear Max ask as I lift my head up from the back of my couch.
"Nah, I'm straight..." I say to Max, slightly annoyed by Maria's refusal. "I'll walk...It'll give me a chance to clear my head"
Max doesn't look to pleased with the idea, I know he doesn't like the thought of any of us traveling alone. But Max's gotta learn that as much as he was once a King, I was once his second in command and well equipped to take care of myself.
OOC - Do we still have a Liz in this story?
*Max*
"All right," I tell Michael, although I don't know why he has to be so stubborn. I'm sure he could get a lift with Tess and Kyle, too. They would probably wait the eighteen seconds he's going to take to grab something -- or more likely not get anything...
"Let's go, Liz," I say, wanting to take her hand, but not sure if she'd be receptive to that. Still, Tess and Kyle are picking up the food so they probably don't have time to stop by the Crashdown -- unless of course they're getting the food there, although the diner doesn't usually do take-out except to the UFO Center...
Stepping outside, I can't help but look around, searching for some sign that we're being watched. I'm not surprised that I don't see anything, but that doesn't ease my concerns at all. Whoever sent this note is obviously capable of things we don't understand.
"Thanks," Alex says as he gets in the back of the jeep with Isabel. I guess that was to be expected. That leaves the front seat by me for Liz. She doesn't look at me as she gets in; her eyes seem shadowed and thoughtful. There's certainly enough cause for thought in all this mess.
In a few minutes, I stop outside of Alex's house, promising to pick him up on my way back after he's gathered whatever he needs. Next, we stop by the Crashdown and let Liz out with the same promise.
*Max*
"All right," I tell Michael, although I don't know why he has to be so stubborn. I'm sure he could get a lift with Tess and Kyle, too. They would probably wait the eighteen seconds he's going to take to grab something -- or more likely not get anything...
"Let's go, Liz," I say, wanting to take her hand, but not sure if she'd be receptive to that. Still, Tess and Kyle are picking up the food so they probably don't have time to stop by the Crashdown -- unless of course they're getting the food there, although the diner doesn't usually do take-out except to the UFO Center...
Stepping outside, I can't help but look around, searching for some sign that we're being watched. I'm not surprised that I don't see anything, but that doesn't ease my concerns at all. Whoever sent this note is obviously capable of things we don't understand.
"Thanks," Alex says as he gets in the back of the jeep with Isabel. I guess that was to be expected. That leaves the front seat by me for Liz. She doesn't look at me as she gets in; her eyes seem shadowed and thoughtful. There's certainly enough cause for thought in all this mess.
In a few minutes, I stop outside of Alex's house, promising to pick him up on my way back after he's gathered whatever he needs. Next, we stop by the Crashdown and let Liz out with the same promise.
Michael
Instead of fighting the point with me Max simply says "All right" and leaves with the others, saying we'll meet up at Kyle's house. Relieved about not having to get into it with Maria and Max all in the same day, I sit up and take the old looking letter into my hands again.
As I stare at the page in front of me, thinking about its meaning, I am astounded by what I see. The words on the paper have begun to move around the page, move around in a swirling pattern, like water going down a drain. In my shock I drop the page onto the coffee table and spring backwards as I watch as the words completely disappear from the page.
I look around my apartment expecting someone to be there, but once again I see no one. I jump up off the couch and run to my door swinging it open and in my haste to get out, I hit my knee on the door frame "Fucking, A" I scream as for a second time today I rush out expecting to find the person responsible for fucking with our heads and again find no one. Returning to my apartment I roar "God damn it". Angry over being so blatantly toyed with and from the pain in my leg. "You coward fuck, you wanna play games huh? huh?" I say, yelling like a raving lunatic as I make my way over where the parchment is sitting, firmly intending to tear into pieces, but what I see on it it stops me dead in my tracks. The page is no longer blank, words have once again appeared on the sheet, not just any words... my words;
Fuckin, A...
God damn it...
You coward fuck...
You wanna play games, huh? huh?...
She’s here, now, in my apartment. Somehow, someway she’s watching me, watching us, hearing everything we say, watching everything we do. My body goes numb as I watch in horror as the letter answers my rhetorical question...
“...you may call me coward and call me meek, but you’ll think differently, given a week...games are fun and enjoying to play, but not just now and not today..."
It takes me a few moments to regain my motor skills but when they finally do return, I quickly grab my jacket from my chair and fly out the door, the letter still clutched in my hand and run as fast as I can to Kyle’s.
Instead of fighting the point with me Max simply says "All right" and leaves with the others, saying we'll meet up at Kyle's house. Relieved about not having to get into it with Maria and Max all in the same day, I sit up and take the old looking letter into my hands again.
As I stare at the page in front of me, thinking about its meaning, I am astounded by what I see. The words on the paper have begun to move around the page, move around in a swirling pattern, like water going down a drain. In my shock I drop the page onto the coffee table and spring backwards as I watch as the words completely disappear from the page.
I look around my apartment expecting someone to be there, but once again I see no one. I jump up off the couch and run to my door swinging it open and in my haste to get out, I hit my knee on the door frame "Fucking, A" I scream as for a second time today I rush out expecting to find the person responsible for fucking with our heads and again find no one. Returning to my apartment I roar "God damn it". Angry over being so blatantly toyed with and from the pain in my leg. "You coward fuck, you wanna play games huh? huh?" I say, yelling like a raving lunatic as I make my way over where the parchment is sitting, firmly intending to tear into pieces, but what I see on it it stops me dead in my tracks. The page is no longer blank, words have once again appeared on the sheet, not just any words... my words;
Fuckin, A...
God damn it...
You coward fuck...
You wanna play games, huh? huh?...
She’s here, now, in my apartment. Somehow, someway she’s watching me, watching us, hearing everything we say, watching everything we do. My body goes numb as I watch in horror as the letter answers my rhetorical question...
“...you may call me coward and call me meek, but you’ll think differently, given a week...games are fun and enjoying to play, but not just now and not today..."
It takes me a few moments to regain my motor skills but when they finally do return, I quickly grab my jacket from my chair and fly out the door, the letter still clutched in my hand and run as fast as I can to Kyle’s.
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Because I'm not sure where or what Kyle's doing, I'm just going to post his thoughs on the Ulyssa thing.
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Kyle
The Age of Ulyssa, has begun, you see
Four ordinary, four extraordinary, you will honor me
All my needs, will be known, to you soon
Tomorrow, indeed, by the hour of noon
Fear not, my demands, they will not seem dire
But be warned, I've oft times been, know as a liar
If you cherish your life, and life, as it ought be
Relent, obey my commands, and honor me.
The words just didn't make so much sense to me. Who was this person? Some lunatic who knew about the four aliens? Hmm. I kept thinking about the words and moved around wherever people were moving or taking me or something. I heard about something going to my place but blah. I guess I would end up there.
Why wasn't I born to be someone who'd know what those word meant right away? Oh well, it's not like everyone else new, but because of that I drifted of to think about the situation not caring what happened. Buddhism affected me like that. It made me think about the things from all of the sides. Sighing I saw Max give me some money. Huh? Shopping? But then Tess took it away from me.
"Huh?" I asked, speaking for the first time in a long time. "What's the plan then?" I asked Tess and looked at her.
Or was there a plan? Hm. Damn, I just got more and more confused.
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Kyle
The Age of Ulyssa, has begun, you see
Four ordinary, four extraordinary, you will honor me
All my needs, will be known, to you soon
Tomorrow, indeed, by the hour of noon
Fear not, my demands, they will not seem dire
But be warned, I've oft times been, know as a liar
If you cherish your life, and life, as it ought be
Relent, obey my commands, and honor me.
The words just didn't make so much sense to me. Who was this person? Some lunatic who knew about the four aliens? Hmm. I kept thinking about the words and moved around wherever people were moving or taking me or something. I heard about something going to my place but blah. I guess I would end up there.
Why wasn't I born to be someone who'd know what those word meant right away? Oh well, it's not like everyone else new, but because of that I drifted of to think about the situation not caring what happened. Buddhism affected me like that. It made me think about the things from all of the sides. Sighing I saw Max give me some money. Huh? Shopping? But then Tess took it away from me.
"Huh?" I asked, speaking for the first time in a long time. "What's the plan then?" I asked Tess and looked at her.
Or was there a plan? Hm. Damn, I just got more and more confused.
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I kinda fast-tracked us through this to get us closer to the gathering. I hope you all don't mind. I used Isabel a lot, but I'll edit if you want.
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*Max*
After dropping off Liz, Isabel and I manage to get home and get inside without becoming engaged in a complicated conversation with Mom. It takes me only a moment to get some clothes and toiletries for myself, but predicatably, Isabel is still fussing through her wardrobe.
"Come on, Izzy," I plead with her. "Just grab something before Mom comes in and starts asking questions about Jason."
"It's not that easy, Max," she says, sharply, turning to glare at me with her hands on her hips. Now I'm really sorry I said anything. It was bad enough when she was sorting through everything she owned, but now she's not making any progress at all because she has to scold me. "We're doing the whole 'grief councelor' thing tomorrow. I need to find something subdued and mature, but I still have to look good." She pulls out a pair of strappy black high-heeled shoes from the closet floor. "Do you think these would be too flirty?" she asks.
I shake my head. "I have no idea. Bring two pair if you're not sure. You can decide in the morning."
"Great idea!" She says, although I have a feeling she was planning that all along. She grabs a bigger bag from the closet and starts loading in not just two, but three pairs of shoes, two skirts, two pair of pants, and three tops. Not to mention countless hair products and fasteners. I have no idea why she needs so much stuff when she can and often does easily change the color or even the shape of anything she does own. But I keep my mouth shut, knowing it'll go faster if I let her do it her way.
"Okay, Let's get out of here," I say when she's finally done. Unfortunately, our luck runs out as we head for the front door. Mom's passing by and stops to say hello.
"We're just packing our overnight bags," I tell her, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. "We'll see you tomorrow." Isabel does the same and soon we're on our way at last.
A few minutes later, we pick up Liz at the Crashdown. I notice that while her bag is larger than mine, it's still smaller than Isabel's. After a few moments of cover conversation about how I'm giving Liz a lift to Maria's house, we're on our way tp Alex's.
"All ready?" I ask as he answers the door.
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*Max*
After dropping off Liz, Isabel and I manage to get home and get inside without becoming engaged in a complicated conversation with Mom. It takes me only a moment to get some clothes and toiletries for myself, but predicatably, Isabel is still fussing through her wardrobe.
"Come on, Izzy," I plead with her. "Just grab something before Mom comes in and starts asking questions about Jason."
"It's not that easy, Max," she says, sharply, turning to glare at me with her hands on her hips. Now I'm really sorry I said anything. It was bad enough when she was sorting through everything she owned, but now she's not making any progress at all because she has to scold me. "We're doing the whole 'grief councelor' thing tomorrow. I need to find something subdued and mature, but I still have to look good." She pulls out a pair of strappy black high-heeled shoes from the closet floor. "Do you think these would be too flirty?" she asks.
I shake my head. "I have no idea. Bring two pair if you're not sure. You can decide in the morning."
"Great idea!" She says, although I have a feeling she was planning that all along. She grabs a bigger bag from the closet and starts loading in not just two, but three pairs of shoes, two skirts, two pair of pants, and three tops. Not to mention countless hair products and fasteners. I have no idea why she needs so much stuff when she can and often does easily change the color or even the shape of anything she does own. But I keep my mouth shut, knowing it'll go faster if I let her do it her way.
"Okay, Let's get out of here," I say when she's finally done. Unfortunately, our luck runs out as we head for the front door. Mom's passing by and stops to say hello.
"We're just packing our overnight bags," I tell her, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. "We'll see you tomorrow." Isabel does the same and soon we're on our way at last.
A few minutes later, we pick up Liz at the Crashdown. I notice that while her bag is larger than mine, it's still smaller than Isabel's. After a few moments of cover conversation about how I'm giving Liz a lift to Maria's house, we're on our way tp Alex's.
"All ready?" I ask as he answers the door.
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"Yeah, just let me leave a note for the folks."
I scribble down some words that barely make sense even to me ,and
I head out the door. Taking notice of Isabel's large bag I grin. Well, it's nice to see that some things never change.
"Alright peoples, lets head out." I motion for the car to get to rolling. I am both nervous and anxious about tonights little slumber party. It'll all be okay. I assure myself. It will won't it?
I scribble down some words that barely make sense even to me ,and
I head out the door. Taking notice of Isabel's large bag I grin. Well, it's nice to see that some things never change.
"Alright peoples, lets head out." I motion for the car to get to rolling. I am both nervous and anxious about tonights little slumber party. It'll all be okay. I assure myself. It will won't it?
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Liz Parker
Max dropped me off at the Crashdown so that I could pick up some clothes and any other necessary things I would need for tonite. I watched as he and Isabel drove off down the street towards their house. Things were so confused right now...especially with whoever this Ulyssa and whatever she wanted with us. I wondered what the alien abyss had awaiting for us all this time.
I turned around from staring down the street and walked into the bustling Crashdown. Even with what had happened at school people still were hungry for food...and maybe with what happened, the comfort of having people around them. Dad and Mom were both working, alongside Jose and Agnes. It seemed like things were under control here. Mom gave me a brief hug and Dad gave me a wave from the kitchen as I made my way to the backroom and up the stairs. I closed my room door behind me and went to the closet to grab my bag and some clothes for tomorrow. A pair of dark blue jeans, a deep blue tank top, black undies, and a black bra. Next, I went into the bathroom to get my toothbrush and et cetera. Like I'd once said when camping, gum is not a dental hygiene alternative. In a matter a minutes I was ready. I grabbed my now packed bag and rushed downstairs. I waved bye to my parents as they busily worked in the kitchen and walked out the door. A few moments later, right after Max drove up with Isabel, my mom walked out to give me a hug and a kiss goodbye. Max gave her this cover story of giving me a lift to Maria's for our sleepover. And, in a few minutes were off to pick up Alex.
Once we get to Alex's, Max jumps out to get Alex and leaves Isabel and me in the jeep. In a moment, they are back and we are off to Kyle's house.
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ooc: Okay, I have no idea what to post for Liz to say and do in this...I think I may just wait for Ulyssa to show up before becoming more vocal. emmylala2003 do you have any ideas for Liz in this RPG? And if you do can you pm me...I'm so lacking in the creative department when it comes to fitting her in this story. Maybe if I talk to you I might get the creative juices flowing on my end. Thanks
Max dropped me off at the Crashdown so that I could pick up some clothes and any other necessary things I would need for tonite. I watched as he and Isabel drove off down the street towards their house. Things were so confused right now...especially with whoever this Ulyssa and whatever she wanted with us. I wondered what the alien abyss had awaiting for us all this time.
I turned around from staring down the street and walked into the bustling Crashdown. Even with what had happened at school people still were hungry for food...and maybe with what happened, the comfort of having people around them. Dad and Mom were both working, alongside Jose and Agnes. It seemed like things were under control here. Mom gave me a brief hug and Dad gave me a wave from the kitchen as I made my way to the backroom and up the stairs. I closed my room door behind me and went to the closet to grab my bag and some clothes for tomorrow. A pair of dark blue jeans, a deep blue tank top, black undies, and a black bra. Next, I went into the bathroom to get my toothbrush and et cetera. Like I'd once said when camping, gum is not a dental hygiene alternative. In a matter a minutes I was ready. I grabbed my now packed bag and rushed downstairs. I waved bye to my parents as they busily worked in the kitchen and walked out the door. A few moments later, right after Max drove up with Isabel, my mom walked out to give me a hug and a kiss goodbye. Max gave her this cover story of giving me a lift to Maria's for our sleepover. And, in a few minutes were off to pick up Alex.
Once we get to Alex's, Max jumps out to get Alex and leaves Isabel and me in the jeep. In a moment, they are back and we are off to Kyle's house.
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ooc: Okay, I have no idea what to post for Liz to say and do in this...I think I may just wait for Ulyssa to show up before becoming more vocal. emmylala2003 do you have any ideas for Liz in this RPG? And if you do can you pm me...I'm so lacking in the creative department when it comes to fitting her in this story. Maybe if I talk to you I might get the creative juices flowing on my end. Thanks
*Max*
In a moment, Alex is in the jeep and we're all on our way again. I'm glad that we were able to sort these minor details so we could work and plan together, but the truth is, we don't have a plan.
We're going to eat. That's great. But it really doesn't help anything.
Trouble is, I haven't the faintest idea what would help. It would be a good start if I could figure out how Jason was compelled to do that -- to make the announcement and jump off the roof. Was he mindwarped? I'll definately have to ask Tess her opinion on that as soon as we're all together again.
I glance in the rear-view mirror at Isabel and wonder if it could be some sort of dream-walking, but that doesn't seem likely. A dreamwalk isn't like a mind-warp. There's a certain quality about it and you can tell right away that the dreamwalker isn't really there...
It could be something mundane, like hypnosis, or it could be a new alien power we know nothing about. Unless we know what we're facing, it's going to be nearly impossible to figure out how to fight it...
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Anna-Liisa or M -- you could post what kind of food Tess and Kyle got, 'cause the rest of the gang is about to arrive...
In a moment, Alex is in the jeep and we're all on our way again. I'm glad that we were able to sort these minor details so we could work and plan together, but the truth is, we don't have a plan.
We're going to eat. That's great. But it really doesn't help anything.
Trouble is, I haven't the faintest idea what would help. It would be a good start if I could figure out how Jason was compelled to do that -- to make the announcement and jump off the roof. Was he mindwarped? I'll definately have to ask Tess her opinion on that as soon as we're all together again.
I glance in the rear-view mirror at Isabel and wonder if it could be some sort of dream-walking, but that doesn't seem likely. A dreamwalk isn't like a mind-warp. There's a certain quality about it and you can tell right away that the dreamwalker isn't really there...
It could be something mundane, like hypnosis, or it could be a new alien power we know nothing about. Unless we know what we're facing, it's going to be nearly impossible to figure out how to fight it...
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Anna-Liisa or M -- you could post what kind of food Tess and Kyle got, 'cause the rest of the gang is about to arrive...