The advantages of non-canon RPG
I am currently role-playing on a non-fandom basic RPG based around the concept of Greek Gods in modern-day high school. Being the myth nut that I am, I'm vastly enjoying it. Also, playing Hestia/Hannah who's a closet lesbian with Demeter/Demi? Priceless. (Cer/Cera and Thantos/Thane are fun too. XD)
It's a nice break from those worries about canon, I must say. And being a relentless geek, I've got some of my favorite threads copied and edited to fit novel format. Here's a bit:
Aimee knocked three times on the door, wrapping a strand of hair around a finger. "Hello? Hannah? Demi?"
Demi heard a knock mid-yawn and opened the door. "Aimee? What are you doing here?" God, she was tired. She looked at the blonde, trying to think of reasons she might have come.
Aimee smiled innocently. "You probably won't want to disscuss it in the hall way, mind if I come in?"
Demi gave her a suspicious look, but swung the door open. "Hannah went to hand in an English paper due tomorrow. She should be back soon. Make yourself at home." She gestured vaguely to the rest of the room. Curtains and eco-friendly Chinese laterns hung from the ceiling. The beds were made, as neatly as could be expected. The fibers of the fabric were likewise natural. Posters (on recycled paper) hung everywhere, and a notebook/bulltein board was on the wall.
Most dorm rooms looked like a hotel. Demi’s and Hannah’s looked like a home, the two personalities dovetailing perfectly.
Further proof, exulted Aimee.
Aimee moved over to the armchair neares the door, smoothing out her skirt out of habit before she sat down. "I had quite an interesting disscussion with Heath yesterday... That boy doesn't know when to shut up, does he?"
Demi stiffened. I should have known. "Oh yeah. He's always like that. Doesn't get that Red Bull just doesn't help." Her stance remained casual but for that single flinch.
Demi was harder to read than Aimee would have assumed. Not impossible- the blonde hadn’t missed that flinch-, but one would have thought that a tree-hugging hippy would wear their emotions on their sleeve."He mentioned a film.... what was its name again? Oh yeah, John Tucker Must Die." Her voice was laced with double meaning and truimph.
"Oh?" she asked. I'm going to kill him. "Yeah, he likes that movie. Emabrassing, since he’s a guy, but true."
Heath had told, of all people, Aimee Venus, the school’s biggest gossip and most notorious matchmaker. Wow, boy. Great.
Aimee sighed. She realized this dancing around the issue wouldn’t get her what she wanted. "Let’s cut the crap, I know about your relationship with Hannah."
As luck would have it, Hannah walked in at precisely that moment. Unaware of Aimee’s relevation, she nevertheless noted Demi’s wary expression and Aimee’s hesitant smile. “Hello, Aimee. What brings you here?” Her tone had a hint of steel beneath velvet.
Aimee smiled, matching her tone. “I was talking to Heath, boy that kid doesn't know when to shut up.”
Hannah merely turned to Demi, her frozen stance probably betraying her fear to Aimee.
"He told her," Demi said quietly. Oh yeah, Heath was in for it. Hannah nodded, swallowing down a dose of pain.
"Yeah, okay, Aimee. What's it to you?" Demi asked boldly, eyes blazing fiercely.
...
(Sadly, that's all for now. If anyone's interested, I'll post more, I swear. But I had fun doing it. What counts, right?)
Also, I'm just realizing that "Ambrosia High" is turning remarkably PG-13.
What could a certain repressed myth nut/girl have to do with this?
I wonder...
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It's a nice break from those worries about canon, I must say. And being a relentless geek, I've got some of my favorite threads copied and edited to fit novel format. Here's a bit:
Aimee knocked three times on the door, wrapping a strand of hair around a finger. "Hello? Hannah? Demi?"
Demi heard a knock mid-yawn and opened the door. "Aimee? What are you doing here?" God, she was tired. She looked at the blonde, trying to think of reasons she might have come.
Aimee smiled innocently. "You probably won't want to disscuss it in the hall way, mind if I come in?"
Demi gave her a suspicious look, but swung the door open. "Hannah went to hand in an English paper due tomorrow. She should be back soon. Make yourself at home." She gestured vaguely to the rest of the room. Curtains and eco-friendly Chinese laterns hung from the ceiling. The beds were made, as neatly as could be expected. The fibers of the fabric were likewise natural. Posters (on recycled paper) hung everywhere, and a notebook/bulltein board was on the wall.
Most dorm rooms looked like a hotel. Demi’s and Hannah’s looked like a home, the two personalities dovetailing perfectly.
Further proof, exulted Aimee.
Aimee moved over to the armchair neares the door, smoothing out her skirt out of habit before she sat down. "I had quite an interesting disscussion with Heath yesterday... That boy doesn't know when to shut up, does he?"
Demi stiffened. I should have known. "Oh yeah. He's always like that. Doesn't get that Red Bull just doesn't help." Her stance remained casual but for that single flinch.
Demi was harder to read than Aimee would have assumed. Not impossible- the blonde hadn’t missed that flinch-, but one would have thought that a tree-hugging hippy would wear their emotions on their sleeve."He mentioned a film.... what was its name again? Oh yeah, John Tucker Must Die." Her voice was laced with double meaning and truimph.
"Oh?" she asked. I'm going to kill him. "Yeah, he likes that movie. Emabrassing, since he’s a guy, but true."
Heath had told, of all people, Aimee Venus, the school’s biggest gossip and most notorious matchmaker. Wow, boy. Great.
Aimee sighed. She realized this dancing around the issue wouldn’t get her what she wanted. "Let’s cut the crap, I know about your relationship with Hannah."
As luck would have it, Hannah walked in at precisely that moment. Unaware of Aimee’s relevation, she nevertheless noted Demi’s wary expression and Aimee’s hesitant smile. “Hello, Aimee. What brings you here?” Her tone had a hint of steel beneath velvet.
Aimee smiled, matching her tone. “I was talking to Heath, boy that kid doesn't know when to shut up.”
Hannah merely turned to Demi, her frozen stance probably betraying her fear to Aimee.
"He told her," Demi said quietly. Oh yeah, Heath was in for it. Hannah nodded, swallowing down a dose of pain.
"Yeah, okay, Aimee. What's it to you?" Demi asked boldly, eyes blazing fiercely.
...
(Sadly, that's all for now. If anyone's interested, I'll post more, I swear. But I had fun doing it. What counts, right?)
Also, I'm just realizing that "Ambrosia High" is turning remarkably PG-13.
What could a certain repressed myth nut/girl have to do with this?
I wonder...
http://ambrosiahigh.proboards.com/index.cgi
Feel free to join in.