In the district of Jamrock, stands an old silk mill, repurposed- Precinct 41. Your half-siblings in blue.
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In the district of Jamrock, stands an old silk mill, repurposed- Precinct 41. Your half-siblings in blue.
(Hi! I'm quite new to rp gimmick blogs such as this, and I'll make a lot of mistakes, but I'll try my best!)
That seat on the bus? Yours. He can't deny you your choice of seating.
You'll figure out how to take the turns while you're driving.
Driving a bus requires a different license from that required for motorcarriages.
Unfortunately, we *do not* have one. Please donโt try to drive the bus, Harry, lest you wish to be fined or worse.
In case you were wondering, that stain on the carpet is from when a junior officer accidentally spilled their spaghetti lunch years ago. They never did manage to get it out completely.
It's been a tiring week on everyone. Please do *not* chug that kettle- it's the last one left. Leave some for your coworkers.
There are some brown papers on the table in complete mess,as if it's doer ended the it's work abruptly. You noticed there four squid paper-craft align with marking of color pencils:
Oh? Hm. Squids? Well made, too. Must've been in a hurry to leave all these behind...
Perhaps I should bring these to Turtle- oh. Dear god- what. Uh. Why is... why is the turtle. Goo
/OOC Are all of the skill blogs different people???
Some people might run more than one blog but otherwise yes, it's all different people :)
i run Every Blog Here
WE CERTAINLY DO! WHO ELSE WOULD BE SO SKILLED IN THE ART OF SUBTERFUGE!
I ACTUALLY RUN EVERY SINGLE ACCOUNT ON THIS WEBSITE IT'S A LONGCON TO GET EVERYONE TO START WORKING OUT. I ALSO RUN EVERY ACCOUNT ON EVERY OTHER WEBSITE TOO. I SENT THIS ASK TO MYSELF
Every Tumblr is. Mine.
Very true. I am one of them, everyday I wake up to beef with myself, which also not because I am me but also simultaneously not my blog.
(Please save me he wants to crush my shell)
I actually own the website. All the shitty changes were bc I was on my period
actually, YOU run all these blogs anon. it was a fugue state
EVERY TIME I POST FROM THIS BLOG I FLOG MYSELF LIKE A REPENTANT MONK
wait we're all in character. Yes I'm Actually an empath for Real.
I run evrry blog and switch depending on what I'm under the influence of (various drugs and the scary wizard ๐จ).
Im tumbler code and i can confifm that all every blog is in fact one people and evry time it is edc blog time i will look a a donut and go honk honk then promtly explode causing everyone around me in a certain radius to killbind
Somewhere in the streets of Revachol, an officer admires a stray cat, distracted, as his partner stands beside him, watching the man. He only gently chides him, being used to his partner's behavior.
It snows, upon the eve, a seemingly never-ending descent of pale that blankets everything in a thick layer of it, through the night and into the day. A man, dressed rather thin-- but stylish-- despite the weather, heads out for work. In the motorcarriage, the neatly wrapped presents he has gotten for his coworkers move to and fro in the seat beside him as he speeds down the icy streets, blaring Speedfreaks FM.
He's been wanting one of those Kineema models. In fact, every time he passes by the store, he glances at motorcarriage models on display- though he pretends he doesn't.
Two men run down the slick aspalt street under the cold rain. Caught off guard by the sudden shower, they dash for the safety of the motorcarriage, but by the time they reach the vehicle, they've been soaked to the bone.
Ahh. I feel quite rested now, I feel much better after that nap. Now, to see what everyone else has been doing for the past few days I was gone...
Good lird
Welcome back, Cop Radio -- good to see you safe and sound after. Well. Everything.
I... Thank you, Encyclopedia. It certainly has been wild recently.
God, a whole month...
Ahh. I feel quite rested now, I feel much better after that nap. Now, to see what everyone else has been doing for the past few days I was gone...
Good lird
Ahh. I feel quite rested now, I feel much better after that nap. Now, to see what everyone else has been doing for the past few days I was gone...
๋ชจ๋์ฌ์ฅ์ ํ์ด ๋ฐํ์ง๋ ์ด์ ๊ฝค ๋๋ค. ์ ์ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆผ๋ ์ ์ฐจ ์ต์ํด์ง๊ณ , ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์ ๊ฐ๋ํ ์์ญ์๋ค๋ ์กฐ๊ธ์ฉ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ์ด์ ์์ง์ฌ ๋ณด์. ์๋๋ฌ ์ ์์ผ๋ก ๋์๊ฐ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์ฐพ์์ผ ํ๋ค.
์์ ๋ณด์ด๋ ๋ฐ๋ค๋ ๊ณ ์ํ๋ฉฐ, ๋ด๋ฆฌ์ฌ๋ ๋น์ ์๊ฒ ๋ถ์ค๋ฌ์ ธ ๋ฐ์ฌ๋ผ ๋น์น๋ค. ๊ทธ ๋๋จธ์ ์ค์ง ์ด์ง๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋์ค๋๋ ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑ๋ง์ด ๋ณด์ธ๋ค.
์๋ฉด ์๋์๋ ๋ฌด์์ด ์์ง?
You stare off into the sea in front of you, and soon minutes become hours and hours days. Your many eyes catch glimpses of somethingโ or at least, you think you did. You want to know what lies there, beneath it all, the gentle ebb and flow of the silent waters and the refracted light shattering into million shards that glitter like a broken mirror upon its surface. The white noise of the crashing waves is its voice, a siren's song that calls you to it. The beach is such a calm and silent place, and you suddenly realize just how alone you areโ there is no one here besides you, only the crumbling concrete and wood of buildings long destroyed and the sands of the beaches, the vast sea and the dizzying pale that lies beyond. You hear no voice but your own, no other creatures nor furies but yourself.
It makes you want to wade into the waters, does it not?
๋ฌผ์์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ค ํด๋ ๋ฌด์จ ์ผ์ด ์ผ์ด๋ ์ง๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ๋ค. ๋ค๋ฅธ ๊ณณ์ผ๋ก ๋ ๋ด๋ ค ๊ฐ๊ธฐ๋ผ๋ ํ๋ค๋ฉด ๋๋์ฑ ๋ณต์กํด์ง๊ฐฐ์ง. ๊ฑฐ๋ถ์ด๋, ์์ฌํ๋, ์ด๋ฏธ ๋ ์ฐพ๊ณ ์๋ ์ํฉ์์, ์ฅ์๋ฅผ ์ดํํ๋ค๋ฉด ์์ ๋ชป ๋์๊ฐ์ง๋ ๋ชฐ๋ผ.
ํ์ง๋ง...
์๋, ์ ๊น.
๋ญ์ง? ๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ ์๋?
๋ชจ๋์ฌ์ฅ์ ํ์ด ๋ฐํ์ง๋ ์ด์ ๊ฝค ๋๋ค. ์ ์ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆผ๋ ์ ์ฐจ ์ต์ํด์ง๊ณ , ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์ ๊ฐ๋ํ ์์ญ์๋ค๋ ์กฐ๊ธ์ฉ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ์ด์ ์์ง์ฌ ๋ณด์. ์๋๋ฌ ์ ์์ผ๋ก ๋์๊ฐ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์ฐพ์์ผ ํ๋ค.
์์ ๋ณด์ด๋ ๋ฐ๋ค๋ ๊ณ ์ํ๋ฉฐ, ๋ด๋ฆฌ์ฌ๋ ๋น์ ์๊ฒ ๋ถ์ค๋ฌ์ ธ ๋ฐ์ฌ๋ผ ๋น์น๋ค. ๊ทธ ๋๋จธ์ ์ค์ง ์ด์ง๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋์ค๋๋ ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑ๋ง์ด ๋ณด์ธ๋ค.
์๋ฉด ์๋์๋ ๋ฌด์์ด ์์ง?
You stare off into the sea in front of you, and soon minutes become hours and hours days. Your many eyes catch glimpses of somethingโ or at least, you think you did. You want to know what lies there, beneath it all, the gentle ebb and flow of the silent waters and the refracted light shattering into million shards that glitter like a broken mirror upon its surface. The white noise of the crashing waves is its voice, a siren's song that calls you to it. The beach is such a calm and silent place, and you suddenly realize just how alone you areโ there is no one here besides you, only the crumbling concrete and wood of buildings long destroyed and the sands of the beaches, the vast sea and the dizzying pale that lies beyond. You hear no voice but your own, no other creatures nor furies but yourself.
It makes you want to wade into the waters, does it not?
๋ฌผ์์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ค ํด๋ ๋ฌด์จ ์ผ์ด ์ผ์ด๋ ์ง๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ๋ค. ๋ค๋ฅธ ๊ณณ์ผ๋ก ๋ ๋ด๋ ค ๊ฐ๊ธฐ๋ผ๋ ํ๋ค๋ฉด ๋๋์ฑ ๋ณต์กํด์ง๊ฐฐ์ง. ๊ฑฐ๋ถ์ด๋, ์์ฌํ๋, ์ด๋ฏธ ๋ ์ฐพ๊ณ ์๋ ์ํฉ์์, ์ฅ์๋ฅผ ์ดํํ๋ค๋ฉด ์์ ๋ชป ๋์๊ฐ์ง๋ ๋ชฐ๋ผ.
ํ์ง๋ง...
๋ชจ๋์ฌ์ฅ์ ํ์ด ๋ฐํ์ง๋ ์ด์ ๊ฝค ๋๋ค. ์ ์ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆผ๋ ์ ์ฐจ ์ต์ํด์ง๊ณ , ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์ ๊ฐ๋ํ ์์ญ์๋ค๋ ์กฐ๊ธ์ฉ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ์ด์ ์์ง์ฌ ๋ณด์. ์๋๋ฌ ์ ์์ผ๋ก ๋์๊ฐ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์ฐพ์์ผ ํ๋ค.
์์ ๋ณด์ด๋ ๋ฐ๋ค๋ ๊ณ ์ํ๋ฉฐ, ๋ด๋ฆฌ์ฌ๋ ๋น์ ์๊ฒ ๋ถ์ค๋ฌ์ ธ ๋ฐ์ฌ๋ผ ๋น์น๋ค. ๊ทธ ๋๋จธ์ ์ค์ง ์ด์ง๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋์ค๋๋ ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑ๋ง์ด ๋ณด์ธ๋ค.
์๋ฉด ์๋์๋ ๋ฌด์์ด ์์ง?