ic notes and random gab

Has anyone seen Steve Trevor? We were due to meet for lunch and he did not appear. It is odd for him to do so.

Filtered to anyone who responded to this post about sparring

Good morning,

Thanks to a gentleman named Sephiroth I have discovered a clearing in Everdale that is suitable to spar in. If anyone would like to meet regularly, I am thinking of at least once a week?

And here I was thinking thinking I'd already found Hell on Earth.

Fireworks used to give me flashbacks. Now they just get me feeling nostalgic. There isn't enough violence here. It's not normal. I'm getting hungry. No one likes me when I'm hungry.

( To my old friends. Gnomaste. )

I should feel guilty but You know that feeling when you take off your bra after like a really long day? I'm super hoping that this place will be like that feeling. It's already letting my mind have a breather. Tell me this place'll let me have at least a quasi-quiet life instead of deadly emoji bots and dead space monk pyramids of terror?

Do people really find hope here, in this place? Those of you that have been here longer, is it really everything you wanted it to be, no sneaking, lingering regrets at the back of your minds? Or is this just another lie to cling to as you try to tell yourself that your choices were the right ones? That there's nothing else you could have done, that it's all worth it in the end?

Perhaps I'm putting too much thought into it. After all, it isn't as though we can simply leave now can we?

Is it bad that I'm on my 5th cup of coffee??

[Because someone is getting used to phones, here comes that dreaded inadvertent posting. A feed of a dark haired half-elf shows, her brow furrowed as she slides her fingers across the screen. She's jostled by something off screen, and the phone tumbles out of her hands. Over the sound of plastic hitting floor, her voice rings clear:]

Shit! Shit! Shit!

[The phone comes to a stop and the black snout of something brown furred creeps across the corner of the phone. The woman's voice rings in warning:]

Trinket...

[Trinket, however, does not heed the warning, and the screen goes black with the sound of plastic jostling about for several long moments before bright light breaks through. The phone has been thrown and skids to a stop, the screen wet. From its place on the floor, it give a perfect shot of the woman crouching down and giving an incredibly large armored bear a good scratching and petting on his scruff.]

Awww, buddyyyy, I've told you. You can't just keep putting these things in your mouth. [She continues to make cooing noises at the creature while he gives her low, but happy, growls in return. He practically looks like he's smiling. Finally, she reaches for the phone and, with a very obvious grimace at the wet state of things, runs her fingers over the screen and the feed stops.]

Does anyone know how to spar? Or is there a place where I can partake in physical fitness?