Okay, who wants to plot? *activates this plotting thread*
I will post on the roleplay in a moment, don't worry.
We need to start plotting connections between characters, if this roleplay is to last.
I shall start - does anyone want their characters to have any connections with Madge? I was thinking having her traveling with another character, taking into account she is a hitchhiker.
nudging, because I can't post at the moment.
*bump, bump - nudge, nudge*
And fe, do you want to speak of the plot thing I mentioned in the Skype yesterday?
Does anyone want to have a hitchhiker traveling along with them?
If she's with someone, I want figure out who before I post.
I haven't commented on the matter yet, so this might end up being a bit long. Especially since I shall be writing out a plot that I made for Winnie... because I didn't write it out initially when I told felix about it.
Okay, so it is focused on his mom, whom was basically a sex trafficker and abused Winnie in the off time. There was an episode in season 10 (don't worry, this isn't really a spoiler) that spoke of a couple of demons who basically are in charge of a prostitute house in Missouri (I think it was there, could be wrong) that is basically being run by a couple of low-level demons. Basically, instead of getting money for sex, the prostitutes would convince the person to sell their soul in the heat of the moment. However, the prostitutes were not demons; just the people who were trafficking them. Maybe, though Winnie never knew it at the time, his mother was possessed by a demon who was one of the people in charge of this group, or implementing something similar.
Which means that it is possible that maybe his mom wasn't abusive; she was possessed by a demon who was.
I haven't thought of a way of introducing this as of yet, which I was hoping you guys could help be with. Since Winnie has the least plot development, I would suggest we move it up to after they get Mickey back from Athena. Like maybe Athena sees Winnie, recognizes him, and says something like, "You're fill-in-the-blank's kid, right? Lucifer, what a wh*re" or something, before explaining what happened. You can probably think of some better way of introducing it.
And felix, I feel that the roleplay will be slowing down soon enough, because I have school and others will have it soon as well. As Milly said. For instance, I have school tomorrow and it is 1:40 in the morning. Meaning after I get home I will be taking a 5 hour nap. Basically Milly stole the words from my mouth. I would hate to see you go, especially so soon in the roleplay.
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Okay, you gave me an idea, riot. ^ Also, since people seem to be making oneshot challenges now, I have a bit of an idea. There are lots of little plots that are basically just little scenes in between characters. Maybe, instead of implementing those in the main thread and having people left out, you guys can turn them into little bits of writing on the Writing Forum. If not in a one-shot challenge, just in their own little separate threads. You could post them in the plotting thread, and I could post the links to them on the second post of the plotting thread. I could make a section of AUs (like Howie's fanfiction basically), a section of character's history (stuff that happened a few years prior or something), and a section for events that actually happen at some point... but simply were not put on the main thread (like little Charka tidbits and stuff, or little arguments that we talked about them having).
In the main thread, we could keep it to major plots that involve everyone, so no one gets left out. Stuff like hunts, them all in one place talking or eating a meal, talking to Marcus, exc. Basically continuing as it usually is, and planning timeskips well in the process. Like, maybe in the thread we timeskip two weeks in between the hunt, but a couple people can make one-shots and tell about the key bits of fluff in that time period.
Or, if it is a specific plot between two characters, you could make a short private thread (maybe 20 or so posts total) that details the little plot thing during the time-skip. So it still gets roleplayed out.
It would make it so that no one is ever left out in the main thread, while the interesting plots between certain characters get a chance to happen. And everyone gets a chance to read through it. I can work out more details later.
Riot is the master of the one-shots of this thread. I would look to her guidance on these ideas.
Just an idea to think about.
I may take a while to respond to anything tomorrow. Because it is now two thirty.
And also, we need to get Charles back.
You guys need to tell me when I'm being pushy, seriously. Because my goal is to make the thread last as long as possible.
I'm just glad all of that made sense.
bump and using 1 for a thing
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 420px; height:;]Madge shifted the bookbag on her back, glancing around the abandoned gas station. How the building was still standing was beyond her. It looked like it had been untouched for maybe six months, probably because the owner had left the country when things started to go south. Or maybe he was deported. At least, that was the lie she was telling herself as she walked through the aisles on the hunt for anything useful. That they were the lucky ones. Her brown eyes scanned the area, while she ignored the smell of rot coming from the food that had soured long ago.
Northland wasn't a thief. In reality, the only reason she was picking this place over was because her chosen traveling companion, Margo, had insisted upon it. It had been complete chance she had run into the feminine. She had been walking along the side of the road, and Margo had picked her up in her (possibly stolen) vehicle. It was then Margo mentioned what her destination was. When the gas ran out, the two females had begun walking. So while the actress went ahead to find Xeno, the hitchhiker was left a few blocks away to find something of usefulness.
After a good bit of scavenging, she managed to come up with a few things. Two containers of oil which would prove very useful later, a box of saltine crackers, and a bottle of Jack Daniel's. Everything else was rotting, near something rotting, covered in ants, or already long gone. She carefully stuffed the box of crackers in her bag along with the whiskey, then dropping bottles of oil in the second pocket, which was reserved for the stuff she used to work on cars. Wordlessly, she zipped up the bag and slung it over her shoulder as she walked out of the station.
Madge's outfit was the usual; an old but comfortable graphic tee that might have been purple at some point, a grey hoodie, and a light brown windbreaker in case of rain. A pair of blue jeans and purple converse stained with dirt was also the usual constant. Margo had mentioned the street she would be on, and Madge began to automatically navigate her way in the correct direction. There were some things that came with being a hitchhiker, and that was always knowing where you were. You may not know where you are going, but that didn't really matter to the Mockingbird.
She spotted the blonde speaking with a man that she could tell was Xeno. He had sort of been elected leader of the ragtag group at some point. At what time, Madge didn't know. Not to mention Madge didn't have the slightest idea how Margo had found the guy already. Lady Luck is a weird mistress at times. Madge didn't bother with the stealth that the other two did, walking up the middle of the paved street. The short-haired woman stopped next to them, her hands in her pockets.
"Xeno. Fancy seeing you here. In the middle of an empty street," the hitchhiker remarked, glancing at Margo. Her brown eyes hovered around their surroundings, trying to keep her heart separate from the equation. After all, there were probably the rotting skeletons of many people in those buildings.
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[shadow=brown,left]39. Out of Time[/shadow]
1730 words /// Supernatural x Good Omens x Doctor Who /// continued from Burning
The four people followed the excited angel into the bookshop, all with varying emotions registering on their features. Castiel's eyes kept switching between Aziraphale and Clara, as if trying to figure out which one he should be focusing more on at the moment. Clara's eyes were fixed on Aziraphale, as if she was trying to figure out when he had met her before. She knew his mannerisms reminded her of something within her newly reawakened memories, but she couldn't place it. However, Clara and Castiel were still relatively at ease with the situation. The two Winchesters, on the other hand, were completely confused on what the hell had just occurred. Dean was the first to speak, indicating Kate.
"Do you have some place I can put her?" he asked Aziraphale, whom was rushing behind the counter already. When Dean spoke, he cast a quick glance over his shoulder. He waved a hand in an unconcerned manner. Typical Angel.
"Oh... right. You can just place her somewhere on the floor, possibly out of the way in the book stacks. She won't mind, I assure you," Aziraphale inquired off-handedly, before disappearing into a backroom. Dean exchanged a look with Clara, before he walked behind one of the book shelves and placed the sleeping woman to the side so she wouldn't get stepped on. As Dean came back into view, Aziraphale came out of the back room, a platter of steaming cocoa cups floating ahead of him. It was way faster than humanly possible... but it was hard to forget Aziraphale was anything but angel. The cups of hot chocolate landed on the check-out counter. Aziraphale seemed to have calmed down a bit since a few moments ago. The tartan-wearing angel waved a hand, indicating that they could get a cup of hot chocolate if they wanted. Clara and Cas grabbed a cup, however the Winchesters stayed back for the moment.
There were two armchairs, and Castiel and Aziraphale sat down in them in a strange unison. Clara sat perched on the arm of Castiel's armchair, taking a sip of hot chocolate. It looked so normal, yet the whole thing just served to confuse both Winchesters even further. It was like the two had become an old married couple, without either Winchester getting informed. Sam was the first to speak, looking over at Aziraphale.
"You said that the most recent Apocalypse was the second one. What exactly happened.... the first time?" Sam remarked, looking for a bit more detail if possible. He had just learned the entire thing with Michael and Lucifer had been a plan B for the end of the world. He was curious what their plan A had been. Aziraphale immediately launched into a long explanation, while Castiel had an expression on his face that was similar to a the way a grandchild looks when their grandparent tells an old story for the 50th time. Clara sipped her cocoa, looking mildly interested, though much more interested in the cocoa. Sam and Dean had identical expressions of shock on their face as Aziraphale spoke.
Plan A had been something like this. There had been the appearance of a baby boy in Britain, chosen to be the antichrist. The Crowley that Aziraphale knew was assigned with switching this baby out with another child. Then, Aziraphale and Crowley planned on watching over him as he grew up. Not that they were assigned to. Which lead to Aziraphale explaining their Arrangement.
"Let's just say, after being the only supernatural beings stationed on this planet for a few thousand years, even mortal enemies can become something close to friends. Both of us were working for fairly distant superiors, and we spent more time near each other than anyone other being. At some point we decided it would be more productive to work together, not alone. In the process, Crowley and I grew to actually to enjoy living on this planet over the course of six thousand years. Contrary to popular belief, not all supernatural beings were completely ready for the end of the world. Neither of us were ready to say that we were out of time."
The goal of Aziraphale and Crowley was to attempt to grow up the child in a way that would guarantee that he wouldn't start Armageddon. However, it wasn't as simple as it was thought to be. It had been the wrong child. It was only later did they find the real antichrist, whom was living in Lower Tadfield. He had been living a completely normal human life, without divine or demonic intervention.
"It's this reason that the entire plan failed. He grew up as a human. Completely and perfectly human, minus the reality-warping powers. So, instead of joining Lucifer, he instead chose to keep everything as it was. Human and normal. In the process, he wiped everyone's memories of all the paranormal events leading up to the day that had happened over the past few weeks. Including all records of it in Heaven and Hell. Including the memories of angels and demons. The only reason Crowley and I know about it is because he didn't completely wipe all of our memories. All the gaps that were missing were filled in by Miss Anathema and her husband, Newt. They were spared from the global mind wipe."
Aziraphale looked over at Dean and Sam, who were staring at him in mute shock. They definitely believed him, though. That was way too detailed to be a complete lie, and Cas also seemed to agree with his mentor. Dean spoke first, looking between the two angels and Clara.
"Anything else I should know?"
There was a long pause, as they seemed to consider it. Castiel was the first to speak, sounding uncharacteristically tentative.
"Also, we're... umm," Castiel added, glancing up from the armchair to look over at Clara. He gave an odd look, the flickering memories suddenly giving him an image of her in a long white dress. His mind wasn't quite able grab hold of the word, despite the fact that it was really obvious. In reality, the angel was still processing bits and pieces. However, Aziraphale was actually the one to step in to help Castiel explain.
"I believe the word you are looking for Castiel, is married," Aziraphale inquired, sipping a cup of hot cocoa. Clara's brown eyes were very wide, and she was currently blushing furiously. Dean looked as if he might actually fall over, grabbing the edge of a bookcase to keep himself upright. Sam just stared at all of them blankly. She looked as if she was about to try to shush Zira, but it was too late. The Guardian of the Eastern Gate of Eden continued to prattle on.
"Actually, I was there. Castiel called me. It's how I originally met Miss Oswald, actually. It was the winter of 1976, I believe? I had to get actually possess someone to get over there quickly enough. An old woman by the name of Reginald, lovely lass. They were in Las Vegas, you see. I'm rather certain both of them were completely drunk, actually... though it was still a lovely little get together! Crowley had a ball! I took some pictures and I'm sure they're around here somewhere...-"
"Aziraphale, pleeease shut up," Clara mumbled, her voice a squeak, looking as if she was embarrassed enough to hide under her chair. Castiel looked mildly confused, though he still had the grace to look slightly embarrassed.
"No, I don't think pictures are necessary," Castiel responded quickly, shifting in his chair. Sam walked forward a step.
"I want to see the pictures," he inquired, looking at Aziraphale. Clara gave him a look that resembled a deer in the headlights, fiddling with her hair. She looked to Sam to Aziraphale to Cas, just looking generally mortified. Castiel had an urge to place a hand on her shoulder to calm her down, but something told him doing so would only make matters worse. Aziraphale clapped his hands together, beaming at Sam.
"Lovely! Sam, isn't it? I think I have my photos organized somewhere over here..."
Castiel watched as Aziraphale hurried behind his desk, pulling what seemed to be the a giant, color-coded file folder. He was mumbling something about Crowley organizing it for him because how-do-you-manage-with-this-being-so-messy or something like that. Sam was leaning over the curly-haired angel's shoulder to look at the file. Dean, on the other hand, was still in shock.
"You're married. You got MARRIED?!" Dean inquired, still leaning against a bookshelf. He looked between Clara and Castiel, waiting for a bit of an explanation. Clara took a deep breath, before she began to explain. She was looking at Dean and Castiel, seemingly trying to ignore Sam and Aziraphale for the time being.
"It was our first time in Las Vegas. We were there for a hunt that a American friend of mine needed help with. I don't remember what it was exactly... Even with the memories back, I still only sort of remember parts of it. I was really drunk. And yes, we ended up doing what a lot of very drunk people do when they get to Las Vegas... we accidently got married," she told him, speaking quickly. Castiel seemed to agree with her explanation a bit better than Aziraphale's, nodding slightly. Dean blinked at them, before rubbing his head. He took a few steps back, sitting in a chair.
"You two are giving be a headache. Okay, so if it was a mistake, you guys got divorced, right?"
Silence. Dean looked in between the brunette woman and the trench-coat wearing angel, eyebrow raised. Clara exchanged a look with Cas, before she began to speak.
"Well, we... we decided that it would be a better cover if we went places and said we were... you know... married. It would be less suspicious...-"
"Wait, so you two are still married??"
"According the US marital laws, I suppose so," Castiel inquired after a moment of silence. A long silence filled the room after this, only broken by the sound of Aziraphale thumbing through photos. Sam had a tall stack of photos in his hand, and he was grinning slightly. Apparently, the two had found the photos. Which caused Clara to blush even more.
"Dean, you have got to see these. Cas is in a tux and a black trench coat."
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[shadow=black,left]40. Knowing How[/shadow]
1258 words /// The God Complex /// Alternate ending of "We Need to Talk About Kevin"
"What happened to you guys?" Kevin questioned, lowering the water gun after he had watered down the two hunters. He didn't look the slightest bit apologetic about spraying Sam and Dean with holy water. Dean glanced back at his brother, before raising his arm to wipe water off his face.
"Cliff notes? I went to Purgatory. Sam hit a dog," Dean stated with a sigh.
"For real?"
Dean didn't respond, wiping water off his face with his sleeve. For the look on the older Winchester's face, he definitely wasn't joking in the slightest. It was also clear from Sam's expression as he looked over at his brother that a lot had happened in the last few months. He looked concerned. Kevin dropped the gun, letting it hang at his side. He glanced at the two brothers.
"You want some towels?"
Within a few minutes, they were walking down a hallway, drying off as Kevin told them how he escaped from Crowley. A small smirk formed on Dean's face after the Prophet was finished with explaining.
"You son of a bitch!" Dean praised, grinning at Kevin.
From how he had given Crowley the slip to the warding he had put up, Dean was rather impressed on how well their kid prophet had done at keeping himself safe. He would probably be dead in a ditch somewhere if he hadn't handled himself so well out here. Dean glanced over at Sam, clenching his jaw. It probably wouldn't have been so hard on the kid if Sam would've just done his freakin' job. Speaking of Sammy, he held a hand up slightly, breaking into the conversation.
"Wait. Kevin? Where's the tablet now exactly?"
The smile faded from Kevin's face. "Safe."
"Safe where?"
Dean interrupted, looking over at his brother. He held hand up slightly, a subtle way of him telling Sam to slow down a bit.
"Hey, as long as it's safe, okay?"
Dean looked back over at Kevin, speaking again. His expression was serious again.
"Were you able to read anything else off the tablet before you stashed it?"
Slowly a smile began to form on Kevin's face. He looked like he had been waiting to tell someone this for a while, but couldn't because it would probably end up with him in a mental hospital somewhere. There was a sparkle in the prophet's eyes.
"Only the stuff about closing the gates of Hell. Forever."
Kevin was grinning at the expressions of the two Winchesters, which Dean would bet money on were probably the most entertaining thing the kid had seen in his last few months on the lam. Dean wasn't even sure he had heard him right. Closing the gates of Hell... forever. It was a dream. An impossible one. So impossible was it that he had never even considered before.
"Come again?"
Kevin's grin just widened.
"Banish all the demons off the face of the Earth, lock them away forever. That could be important, right?"
Dean exchanged a look with Sam, before slowly approaching Kevin, who was grinning from ear to ear.
"Closing the gates of Hell forever?" His voice went an octave high for the first word, then dropped back to its usual on the rest.
"Yeah, yeah. That might be important."
Sam and Dean walked outside the church, expressions of shock still written on their faces. The moment the door closed to the church, Dean turned to face his brother. Excitement was in his deep voice.
"Okay, if this kid is right, he's sitting on a bombshell. Hell, he is the bombsh-..."
Dean was cut off by an familiar high-pitched sound suddenly resonating around them. It didn't break the glass of the church, as it seemed very localized around them. Light was beginning to surround them. Dean cursed under his breath, looking at his brother. Something was up. The light began to get overwhelming, so Dean raised and arm up to cover his eyes instinctively. In a flash, the two Winchesters were gone.
A minute passed. Then two. All was silent outside the church except for the sound of birds twittering ecstatically as usual. Peace for a single moment in time. Then, in the exact spot Sam and Dean had disappeared, they reappeared. Except this time, there was someone else with them. Gabriel removed his hands from the shoulders of the two brothers, taking a step away from them. Both Dean and Sam looked around, both brothers looking flustered. Dean looked slightly green.
"I am never letting you do that again," Dean stated simply, leaning on the wooden railing of the church. Sam looked ready to agree with him.
"It isn't like that was a normal flight. A couple of galaxies separated you from where you were before. Not to mention a number of months time travel," Gabriel stated tartly.
"Nothing has changed," Sam said, half to himself.
"Of course nothing has changed. It's only been about two minutes," the archangel inquired, raising an eyebrow. Gabriel popped a jelly bean in his mouth, watching the reaction of the two hunters. Where the bag of jelly beans came from exactly, will always be a mystery.
"This is insane," Dean muttered under his breath, still feeling ill from the travel. He looked at Gabriel, his arms crossed.
"What the hell are we supposed to do now? It feels like we've been gone for a couple weeks at the least. And in that time we saw Cas, met fictional people, met aliens, and learned that Michael and Lucifer are out of the freakin' Cage again!"
"They're not out of the Cage yet. You aren't there yet. Colombo is though. At least, the one you saw in that trap," Gabriel reminded Dean, "though it is possible that they go back in time, which is beside the point. I can prevent them from doing that."
"How do you plan on doing that?" Sam asked the archangel, raising an eyebrow.
"I have an advantage. I've got a vessel. They don't... for now, at least. Not to mention they don't know where you two kiddies are yet. That isn't your concern, Bucko. What is your concern is catching up to where my little bro is in the time stream."
Sam took a step forward, looking at Gabriel in annoyance.
"What are we supposed to do, then? Act like nothing happened? Also, how are we supposed to know when we've caught up with the Castiel in the trap anyway?" he questioned, looking almost ready to take the bag of jelly beans from the archangel so he would stay focused.
"That's exactly what you need to do. Neither of you can tell anyone about what you've seen. Even if they are your best buds. Knowing how things end is never good. Foreknowledge is a bitch."
"Then why the hell did you take us there in the first place!?" Dean growled.
"Because this is when everything starts to get screwed up. It all starts with translating the demon tablet and Sam trying to close up the gates of Hell. That leads to a whole bunch of other things that I won't go into detail about, but none of which are remotely fun. All you need to do what you do best. Hunt for a couple months. Stay out of the way. Keep the tablets away from douches like Crowley and Naomi. Keep the Asian kid safe."
Gabriel took a step back, holding up a hand to click his fingers.
"And you'll know when you've caught up to Cas."
The archangel clicked his fingers, and was gone.
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Romanova is like the government version of Electra.
And Charlie is adorable.
And we can have just one youtuber, it is fine, darling.
Bump to those who need to finish their forms.
Okay, and to start off plotting somehow... how do you think your character's relationship with As will be?
Hmm, despite the fact that I currently cannot roleplay, what do you guys think about doing a time skip in a second?
Like, possibly to the next day, when they get a phone call from Athena saying they are to meet in a certain location or something?
Or not. I'm just throwing ideas into the wind.
Also, do you want to organize the oneshots, riot or should I? Because it doesn't matter to me particularly. I would have to start on it next weekend, though.
And, updated.
I have reached 40 oneshots. mwhaha.
And Out of Time is the fluffiest bit of fluff.
Marriage was on my mind as I wrote it, I'm sorry. <3
However, I still haven't made any SPN thread oneshots, which is about to change.
I love for the fact there are two separate things involving Mickey and cookies.
Like, usually I doubt she would be even able to eat any of them, unless she makes them sugar-free.
I feel like the only sugar she would consume often would be the sugar in cookies.
And I think you two could make a little side thread, to start off the side threads on an interesting note.
And don't worry cappy, I think it will be easier to catch up than you think.
Also, riot, could I use the little fancy thing you used on the third post? Just so it all matches as such.
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[shadow=purple,left]41. Fork in the Road[/shadow]
1069 words /// The Supernatural Thread /// Mickey gets called to the counselor's office
"Miss Steiner, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
The hacker was sitting in the guidance office, sitting a bit too straight in the faux leather chair across from the counselor. Her legs were crossed in the chair, her knees resting on the armrests. Mickey was clearly trying to come off as relaxed, but lying was definitely not one of her strong suits. Even in the eyes of a low-paid social worker, it was clear that the ginger was nervous. Her short fingernails were tapping against her knee, at least one part of her body moving at all times. This isn't going to be fun.
A series of events had lead to where Mickey was now. The main one being she was going to be graduating within a few months, and she had barely chosen a direction she wanted to go. For most people, it was one of the most important decisions of their lives. The ultimate fork in the road. To go to college, or to not go to college. A few years ago, she would've had no question in her mind of where she was going. For her entire life, she had always wanted to go to college. Even from when she was young, it had been her goal. To become the best hacker in the world, or something like that. What? She had been young, and her goals were set a bit high.
If she had been living a normal, apple-pie life, she would have no qualms with saying the statement "I want to go to college." In fact, she would have made it clear moment she stepped into Skowhegan High for the first time as a freshman. But it was much more complicated than that. Complicated is an understatement.
She was a hunter. Senior in high school by day, completely badass hacker by night. It almost sounded like a bad television drama. Like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, minus the superhero girl with inhuman powers. All they had were a bunch of humans. Well, Electra is pretty close to that. With all these factors, it meant that if she told the guy the truth, he would most likely get her tested for drugs. Which would mean way more trouble than Mickey would want, as it would probably mean Marcus would get involved. She had probably already gotten Blair worried, taking into account she had been pulled out of English for this.
Mickey regarded the man in front of her. The man was relatively young, probably in his late twenties or early thirties. He had only been to counselor for this past year, after the last one had disappeared. (i.e. got freaked out when he learned that monsters were real and needed to take some time to reevaluate his life.) The bespectacled man in front of her would probably react in a similar fashion if such a thing became reality. She banished these thoughts for the moment, responding to his question in her usual manner.
"Probably going to end up working in a fast food joint as a waitress," Mickey responded, keeping her voice as level as possible. She was lying, and it was blatantly obvious. For some reason, the man didn't even blink at this answer. It was like he was expecting it. Without saying a word, he reached under his desk and placed a stack of papers in front of her, folding his arms. Mickey tilted her head slightly, leaning forward and looking at the paper on the top.
"Do you know what these are?"
"Obituaries for Skowhegan?" Mickey guessed from the top of her head, taking into account the size of the stack. It was the counselor's turn to give her a weird look. So much for not coming off as a complete nutjob.
"Uh, no. Quite the opposite. These are the letters that we have gotten from colleges that want you. And in my few years of being around, I've never seen so many offers from colleges for one single person. And, Mickey, these aren't normal colleges either," the man stated, holding up a couple of pages. "Yale, Brown, Harvard... some of these are ivy-league schools. Yale is even offering you a free ride, which I've never even heard of before. And you've got out-of-country groups as well who want you. Stanford for instance. They want you in their information technology programs. You've sent waves in the world of technology, and they've noticed."
Mickey chewed her lip, not making eye contact with the man now. She could feel her heart beating faster now, actual nervousness starting to kick in. It seemed lying through it wasn't going to work. He knew about her hacking abilities, and there was no way of sneaking her way out of that one. It wasn't like she could say oh, those letters are for another Mickey Donovan. She already knew about it, though she hadn't dared tell anyone. Not even Luka. She knew if they heard about all of the colleges that were trying to get to her, they might flip out. She couldn't even fathom Marcus' reaction. The ginger didn't speak for a long moment, before speaking slowly.
"It's more complicated than you would think. I can't just leave and go to college. There are reasons, very important reasons, that I need to stay here. Commitments I can't just walk away from."
"What commitment could be more important than college?"
"My... um, family is involved in a business. A business that involves traveling around the country more often than not. I can't really attend a college if I'm in Maine one day and in Utah the next."
The man paused at this, clearly thinking about what she had said. Probably trying to figure out what the kids in the mansion do for a living, in all honesty. She was surprised when his next question wasn't what they did for a living.
"Mickey, have you ever considered taking online courses?"
The ginger looked up suddenly, her eyebrows knit together. It was like a light had turned on behind her eyes. The fact was, no, she hadn't considered that. But as her brain processed it, she slowly began to realize that it would work. She would make it work. Mickey looked at the man, a smile slowly growing on her face.
"Not until just now. You don't happen to have about twenty pamphlets about it, do you?"
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So I wrote a thing.
Obviously the two things on my mine right now include this roleplay and school.
And I should be sleeping.
Also... *laces fingers together*
who shall do the time skip? Because I can't because Mickey has been kidnapped.
All the forms are nearly complete.
Obviously you guys are accepted.
Ash is probably going to casually picking on Orion the entire time. He barely knows more than Orion does about technology, but he's going to spend a lot of time trying to get a reaction out of the angels.
Thank you riot!
Also, I may have been stalking rinnie and her oneshotsthey are so good, dear me.
Also, just as a question, what is the order of the people arriving at the mansion?
Just for oneshot-making purposes.
Because from what I've gotten the order is
Luka -> Mickey -> Electra -> Winnie -> Blair -> Atticus -> Charles -> Howie
Maybe atti and blair would be reversed, because they still see her as a bit of the kid of the group. Charles would be farther down the line, because some group members don't completely trust him. (Also we still don't know Charles' history *strokes nonexistent mustache of plotting*)
What do you guys think?
Hmm, I agree with you, leggy, but remember... basically El, Blair, Mickey, and Winnie all arrived within a few months of each other.
Hmm, maybe
Luka -> Mickey -> Electra -> Blair -> Winnie -> Atticus -> Charles -> Howie?
But with El and Blair arriving within a few weeks of each other. Mostly thinking El arrived a bit sooner than Blair because of her last oneshot. Also, Mickey probably would've initially connected with Blair first, because they were closer in age. Also, Electra probably would've slightly intimidated her for the first month or two, the badass she was even when she was young.
And actually, Mickey is eighteen and Blair is nineteen at this moment. However, I think they are logically only a few months apart, so they are probably the same age part of them time.
Ash is going to be Jane's problem child.
"No, I am not putting on the sweater. There is no way."
*six minutes later*
"Great Hells, this thing is soft. What is this? Hellhound fur?"
"Actually, it's rabbit fur mixed with...-"
"diD YOU JUST SAY RABBIT?!?!!"
