#open narrative

[calicojak]

Great take on an excellent game that we will look back on as the new model for next gen storytelling. I love the term "open narrative" and that one of the most impressive game makers of the past decade is paying this game respect for it's innovation. I'm really excited to see how this influences Levine's upcoming project for his new studio. Hopefully, he can take this new format an push it even further with his skill for crafting interesting narratives.

[brokewitexpensivetaste]

Fashion. What is it to you?

As a child, I can honestly say FASHION didn't matter to me,

I just wore whatever my parents got for me,

but as I grew up,

I slowly began to realize (these past few months)

how much FASHION mattered to me.

The way I see it is that: FASHION is art:

my body is the frame/figure,

and my clothes are the paint/molding.

Some might disagree,

and I know how it feels to not be able to afford stylish clothes,

but for whatever you get/have, make it work. 

How do you want your painting to look?

How do you see yourself artistically?

[alpha--arceus]

Arceus approached the small pond with gentle steps. He dropped his head down and drank the cold and pure water. The forest was charming and calm, sweet little Pokemon lived peacefully in harmony.

As he lifted his head, Arceus glanced up to the sky, sun rays beaming through the leaves and trees. A beautiful sight he enjoyed.

[deactivated-aerithtaejin-blog]

First Day Pro

She thoughtfully hummed in efforts to simmer down her rising....anxiety? Excitement? Aerith couldn't differentiate the two as she walked into what she supposes will be where she'll spend the majority of her time now: the clinic. She quietly appreciated the rhythmic sound of her heel meeting the polished tile, giving her company in the quiet room. 

She made a turn to her right, following her greeter's earlier direction of its office. Aerith noted how large the clinic actually was as she's made considerable walking distance. Her emerald eyes met with two double doors and a plaque that confirmed "Medics' Office."

Before she fetched the key from her pocket, one of the endtables beside the doors caught her attention. "Oh? What's this?" she reached over to a neatly folded white lab coat, unraveling it before her. "How nice! They even went through the trouble of stitching my name on it~" Aerith lightly scratched the embroidered A. Gainsborough with a finger. Clinical Medic read beneath it and she smiled sadly. Is that what they call me? Sounds professional... Like I'm actually going to stay here.... She pushed the thought away, and went walking back to the infirmary while slipping on her new coat.

"Look at me, I'm an actual pro now, Mom," she entertained herself as she posed dramatically in the middle of the walkway between the aisles of beds, letting the end of her coat swish and settle. The new recruit snickered at her own foolishness before spotting a wheeled stool. She looked up at the walkway before her. Then the stool again. An impish smile curled across her lips. She walked back a couple steps before running full-speed to the mobile chair and plopped herself forward onto the cushioned seat. Aerith didn't suppress her squeal for long as she accelerated down the clinic, spinning and laughing whilst basking herself in a childlike moment.

Her giggling soon stopped and followed with an "oof" as she met her face with a body and then the nicely polished floor.

"Oh, Gaia. I'm so sorry---!" she tried to scramble herself up before knocking her forehead with her victim's in their attempt to either pick themselves up or help her up. Real professional, she mentally chided at herself.

[pirate-of-feathers-blog]

With a rather frustrated sigh, the twin plaited sky pirate ceased her pacing. Vaan had disappeared again and now she was on her own, again. Some things never change it seemed. Her supposed best friend was now following another lead, but in all his excitement he seemed to have forgotten something rather important. His partner. 

Penelo knew that Vaan was quite thoughtless at times. Jumping into things before he was ready. But this was the first time he had left her behind and not returned within half an hour. Now she waited, expecting him back any minute with a puppy dog look and a roundabout way of apologising. Yet he still hadn't come. He had left her on the outskirts of the Tchita Uplands all by herself with no ways of leaving unless there was an abandoned Airship around.

Feeling the daggers at her hips, and making sure her staff was securely strapped to her back, the dancer decided that she was done with waiting. She was no damsel in distress and she was going to find her own way home, somehow.

ooc: ffff sorry for the inactivity. My week has consisted of cleaning and working and I have had like no time ... so Hai everyone!