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Even though the Friday was tiring, filled with travel and many meetings, it was nothing compared to what was still ahead of me, and my body knew all too well what I would feel like if I woke up later than usual; so after Michael and I had finished our bathroom business, we made ourselves ready, and left the Loginn Hotel Waiblingen just after 6 AM, and went to a bakery down the road for breakfast.
My surface knowledge of German came into play here, as I managed to order in German in part, before I had to switch between it and English to get my thoughts across; but it was a lovely meal to start the day, and after my sandwich and cappuccino and Michael's cake and coffee, I took a picture of us both, and we went to the venue, which was only a brief walk away, even with Michael's big suitcase.
Closer to the venue, we met another volunteer on their way thither, and together, we walked through the slowly brightening streets of Waiblingen, until we reached the venue, where only one person was present; admittedly, it was early, the venue would not open for a few hours at least, and plenty of people arrived soon enough, both volunteers to make final preparations, and guests to wait in line.
Since I had arrived with Michael, who told me an extra helping hand was always greatly appreciated, I joined a small group of volunteers inside around the back, where we I met the man in charge, who, unfortunately, told me there was nothing I could do; so I thanked him for his time, and headed back to the front of the Centre, where a crowd of cosplayers, musicians, and guests was rapidly growing.
Over the next few hours, I saw plenty of familiar faces and met even more new ones, including folks whose work in music or art I greatly admire, which still feels like a surreal experience to me; for how wonderful is it that you can stand face-to-face with such brilliant people, and see their faces light up with pure joy when you tell them how incredible their work is, and how much you admire it?
The line to enter the venue kept growing, and eventually, it had to be split in two, where a larger group of people had fast-lane entry, so, although I had gotten the entry badge, I still had to wait for the venue to open around an hour later; but I cared not, as I spoke with even more friends, and I struggled to hold in my excitement for my first GalaCon, and the first Pony Con in almost a year!
When the doors to the venue finally opened at 9:30, I stayed calm as best I could as I followed the massive crowd inside, and headed to the first of a couple of vendors, as I had made a few preorders to pick up at the Con; first on the list was CutePencilCase, who gave me a few stickers, as well as a beautiful acryllic badge of my PonySona, Data Defence, which I wore everywhere the whole weekend!
However, the line at PrinceWhateverer's vendor stand was too great for the moment, so I headed into the Mane Hall for the opening ceremonies, where a brilliant animation about the theme was presented to the crowd of attendees; and one by one, the celebrity guests were announced and stepped onto the stage, where I started to notice that thundering applause frequently only started when I clapped…
After the opening ceremonies, I went to karaoke for a while and wandered around, finding nothing of interest, as I was trying to find one person, Filip, in particular, who had kept safe the Goodiebag I missed at PCRP a month prior; eventually, I found he was hosting a panel about the German Fandom, whither I went next, arriving in time to tell the crowd about the Pottbronies group I am a part of.
We confirmed that we were meeting each other over the Goodiebag, and I told him I would be outside, but only later that day did he manage to reach out, and tell me that he was delayed a lot after the panel; but while waiting outside for Filip, unknowingly fruitlessly, I drew with chalk, enjoyed the warmth of the Sun, and listened to awesome tunes from DJ PON-3's awesome B4SS C4NN0N for some time.
Lunch was upon me, though, and the heat of the Sun made me thirsty for a particular pick-me-up…
(Thanks for reading this bonus! I'll be writing more about GalaCon over the next few days, so keep an eye out if you're interested!)
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Pinellas County RP | Upcoming | looking for department head| staff positions open| LGBTQ+ friendly | whitelisted | in development | Female Friendly| BETA
You looking for a new place? Come and fly into our up and coming server at Pinellas County RP. We are looking for people to fill out our department heads and other. We are a small community who cares a lot about each members. This is what we offer bellow and needs so we can open. Beware we are new and growing.
About Pinellas County Rp
Minimum Age: 18
LGBTQ+ Friendly
Female friendly
Taking applications daily
Serious Roleplay
Open Roleplay
Centered around civilian department
Zero-tolerance policy to protect all backgrounds
>allows gang rp
>allow MC
>new and upcoming
>VMenu
> Custom LEO Cars
> Custom EUP
> open interiors
>open houses to buy for free
> businesses to run
>Allow mafia
>LEO,fire and ems, civilian toolbox
>streamable server
>you can be in any LEO department you want
>no set rp time, get in whenever you like
>everyone is automatically a civilian once entered.
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Pinellas County Departments
> Fire and Ems Department
> LEO Department ( can be in any department)
>Subdivisions
>Civilian Department
> Emergency Communication Department
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>department leads(fire,civilian,discord moderator, and admins)
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>head admins
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>developer(1)
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It was weird wearing her undersuit again, but knowing she wasn’t going to put on her power suit. Even on her so called Zero Mission where she was left with a destroyed suit for a short amount of time she knew with enough searching she’d get it back, here her suit was her so called persona. A really ironic fate really, it was meant to enhance her powers, make Samus powerful. But instead it became her identity, it became Samus.
Much like how things were back in her own universe, the demons were trying to make her do something, but obviously too scared to do more than just yell at her. She knew how threatening she always looked, it was from years of wearing that cold and empty shell that she became it, and with that she went from looking like a woman who saw too much, to a woman who knew nothing except violence. And sadly, that’s how she was.
With a great sigh, Samus put on a different jacket than normal, it was a bomber jacket. It had the symbol of the chozo on it’s back and a screw attack symbol on the front. IT was supposed to represent her, a fan mae it and she grew a liking to it quickly.
Shoving her hands in the jackets pockets, she did a check to make sure her stun gun was on her leg firmly and walked out of her house, to the pit, and stopped. She stared at it for a bit, not knowing what to expect, but she jumped.
Upon landing she found herself in a place that reminded her almost of home, with the beautiful but dark jungle. The only difference was there was a sky. Despite her perfect landing (that mind you, was very graceful for such a jump) Samus still looked disappointed in something.
Perhaps she knew this time being alone was no option. She was too weak by herself without her suit.
“This is shit.”
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“I learned today never to put soap in the toilet, even if it needs cleaning.”
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Iota sits with her knees curled up to her chest on the lounge’s plush window-seat, quietly studying a worn book she holds in her hands. She had figured out that this particular spot in the Lodge made for good reading, as it allowed her to get the little sun that shone though the thick mountain clouds. Though that certainly wasn’t the case today - a strong blizzard raged outside, completely blotting out the sun. Regardless, she sits in her usual place, accompanied by a plush blanket she has wrapped around her shoulders. Every so often, she looks up from the pages and out to the wintry expanse beyond the glass, seemingly transfixed by the snowfall. Eventually, her head slowly turns back to the book, fingers slowly flipping through the pages. An occasional small smile tugs at the corner of her lips, but other than that, her face wears a serene, neutral mask. A sudden gust of wind howls past the window and startles her, the book in her hands clattering to the floor. Quietly, she grumbles to herself, head making a quiet thunk as it connects with the wall. “Honestly, must the storms be constant here...”
She leans over to retrieve the book, only to find that it’s frustratingly out of reach. Determined to get it back without leaving her spot, she leans a little more... and instantly finds herself falling onto the the floor with a ceremonious bang, tangled in her blanket. Silently embarrassed, she lays there mumbling, hoping no one else saw the debacle.
“I suppose today is a blessed one.”
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The Mine
Not needing to sleep, drink, or eat, Certa did a lot of exploring around the town. It was when she was exploring the eastern edge of town when she spotted it. A mine. She had no idea what it was for, but her scavenging instincts told her it would likely be worth checking out. The only issue was that she had no tools to work with inside the mine, so hopefully she could either find an abandoned pickaxe or some loose materials lying about.
Now it was down to the matter of whether to enter alone or with another person. If she entered alone, she’d be able to keep all the resources she found to herself... but might face hardship if trouble came up. Going with another meant she’d have to split the resources, but more could be carried and she’d be better off if trouble did come find her. Of course, it also didn’t seem like many of the others explored the areas around town either, so there might not even be many people around for her to easily recruit. For now she stared pensively at the entrance to the mind, weighing her options.
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Poking Around
To most, abandoned buildings might be seen as a bit creepy. To the medic, they were potential workspaces, just waiting to be converted into lab spaces of his own design. Laboratories where he didn’t have to abide by the standard rules of medical treatment, as he did while working up at the hospital. And so the medic was out scoping around the various abandoned buildings in the West District, careful to ensure the buildings he visited were abandoned rather than simply for sale. Might as well do a little ‘window shopping’ before he picked out a base of operations.
While he was making efforts to be discreet about his poking around, he certainly didn’t expect anyone to follow him into one of these buildings. And he definitely didn’t expect to be approached about it.
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His hands ball to fists at his sides as he storms ever forward, a bristle across his shoulders as the echos of rumours and gossip play in his head, words on the tongues of people who would rather talk about missing children than act. He understands if they can’t, if they don’t have the prowess, but that doesn’t stop them from taking what they’ve witnessed to some kind of authorities. It was their choice to stand on some street corner and feed the rumour mill rather than do something otherwise.
It’s colder here--harsher here, but Kazuma won’t stop and reconsider what he’s chosen to do. Not when lives are on the line, not when little kids are missing and he has the shadow of a warning in the back of his mind, half drowned in static and noise. His senses have felt like they’re submerged beneath water or something thicker since he arrived here, but he can tell where he heads is dangerous. Anyone could, but Kazuma can feel it settle in his chest like a dull, familiar ache.
He doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter. He can boast and claim he isn’t scared--and he will and would if ever asked, but the truth is he always is. Not necessarily for himself, but always for others, and right now his chest constricts for the fear those kids must be in, lost in something like this and hoping adults who’d rather gossip might come to their rescue.
Is he angry...? A bit.
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There was nothing like a good cup of chai to ease the soul and fight off the chill, and indeed as Nero sipped his Earl Grey he found himself thinking that this was the best cup of it he’d had in a while. Oh, certainly, here he was penniless, unconnected and frankly still a little disoriented, but at least they knew how to make a good cup of tea.
Still, the broker was feeling restless. The goddess had given him an opportunity here, another avenue to change and reinvent himself. It would be wasteful not to take it, and disrespectful to disregard what Chinnamasta had provided. Asking for a thermos of the stuff and thanking the heavens that nanosilk adjusted to temperature, Nero steeled himself to venture out the doors and into... what? Monsters? Terror? He certainly couldn’t be asked to kill a creature himself. Perhaps it was time to start gathering a group.
“Right... who here is up for a little exploration? It would be a waste to sit idle.”
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Hey come join our community. We are looking for staff members and regular members as well. We are a whitelisted community built on the values of self respect and respect of others as well. All applications are open. Come and help us build the community up.
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OOC ;;
tag dump | copy pasted straight from Persona Cataclysm’s Taglist
#PCRP Open: A tag for in-character, multi-paragraph open posts.
#PCRP Mini: Short-format open posts (2 small paragraphs or less) can go in this tag.
#PCRP Intro: A tag for introductory opens or drabbles from new characters in the group.
#PCRP Drabble: Use this for closed one-shot in-character posts or short stories.
#PCRP Social Link: The tag through which character upgrades are submitted.
#PCRP Memes: The tag for “Meme Saturday” posts.
#PCRP OOC: Out-of-character posts related to the group.
#PCRP Event: Posts relating to any ongoing major events.
(just ignore me while I get my blog together)
#PCRP Open#PCRP Mini#PCRP Intro#PCRP Drabble#PCRP Social Link#PCRP Memes#PCRP OOC#PCRP Event#reference
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“30 already? Wow, didn’t even think I’d make it past 25.” She let out a chuckle, turning 30 was still a bit of a shocker to her. Not that she felt old in any sense, she grew up with people in their venerable ages. In her mind she was indeed very young. But she still was surprised she wasn’t killed by now.
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He’s standing at the edge of the town, watching the blizzard white out the woods in front of him.
Part of him was tempted to go exploring, want to GO... Something was calling him and the only reason he was hesitating was because whatever was calling, wasn’t friendly.
A dread in his heart is what filled him, but still...
He felt he needed to go.
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It hadn’t been long before Nanako was alone again, the city was so big and unfamiliar and where was her dad? His disappearance was already making her scared, or maybe he was there but somewhere else and how worried he would be if he got home and she wasn’t there.
Everything was so big and confusing now and it was already putting her into a really stressed mood. But she found herself lost. Without a clue where to go or where anything was, and she instantly regretted ever leaving the house. It was such a terrible day and tears were already spilling rather fiercely.
She was trying not to make too much sound while crying, but she was scared, and lost, and didn’t have her dad. And well- who could blame her for crying?
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Looking at herself in the mirror made Samus frown deeply. She was emaciated. Starving. How sickening. She examined her face closer, able to see every curve of her bone and how strong her jaw and cheek bones really were. Looking further her collar bone jutted out and her ribs were starting to become visible. She thanked herself for being more muscular now due to the fact it hid a lot of the look of starving with something more like way too in shape.
It was fine. All she needed was a bit of food. Getting her jacket on, Samus headed out into the town and with the blast of cold and pain immediately felt weary. The throbbing from her scar starting inching its way back up as she tried to trek out into the velvet lodge to get a large meal or something. Just because she was starving herself unintentionally lately doesn’t mean she didn’t care about her own health.
She wasn’t anywhere close. Since she requested something closer to the veil the walk seemed to take forever, her steps taking longer and her breath becoming more labored. Soon heat flashes and spots dancing around her vision joined in as well, making the world feel as if it was spinning.
And spinning it was until black dots became a part of her vision and grew in size. And it kept growing until there was no light left, causing Samus to close her eyes and fall. And there she was, right in the snow lying there and passed out.
Not moving, not anything except breathing lightly. It would’ve been hard to spot her if she didn’t like brighter colors like her green jacket with orange pants. If she was wearing all white she would have blended and thus instead she stuck out.
Perhaps unconsciously hoping for some help, even if she didn’t like to be helped.
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