Subject: ((Des, that's neither an explanatory nor a particularly-))
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Posted on: 2015-05-03 13:46:00 UTC
((-reassuring reply.))
((Or did you think I was joking? Honest curiosity here, unfortunately, though it comes with a joking tone. D'you know what she meant by carrots?))
((Gee... no way I'm trying to introduce agents before asking for permission.))
At the same time as the discombobulated citrus-colored sauropod was discovered in the hallway, an alternate universe had spontaneously exploded. Of course, no one cared the less about that.
A barrel, meanwhile, rolls down into the Cafeteria.
((I don't mean to discourage you or anything but... what was the point of this post? A forgotten universe explodes and a barrel rolls into the Cafeteria. This is completely orthogonal to the action down below. The PPC does base itself in some surrealistic humour but it's not about having complete randomness happen 24/7.))
((RPs, unless noted otherwise, are not canon, and therefore people without Permission can participate in them. In fact, this is a good method to see how prospective agents interact.))
((Good!))
Where am I? And why am I being talked to by a horse?
He was certain that he heard another voice-- not the Yoshi's-- echo though the halls. He shrugged and turned back to the dinosaur agent. "You are new here, correct? No need to worry. You're in the Headquarters of the Protectors of the Plot Continuum."
"And I'm an Earth pony, thank you very much," huffed Fire Flash, shifting under her plate armour. "Jeez, the amount of respect I get in this place..."
But yeah, I guess I'm new here? What's the Protectors of the Plot Con... continum?
The clop-clop-clop of delicate hooves could be heard before a light purple Andalite rounded the corner. Her stalk-eyes swung forward so she could study the orange dinosaur with all four eyes. She reached into her bag and pulled out a tabled, long fingers tapping at the screen.
"What's that?"
((Did you mean to not have a subject line?))
((It looks like putting the subject line in carrots erases it? It was supposed to be ))
The Andalite's nostril slots flared.
((I confess myself to be very, very curious.))
((~DF))
((Oh, that's one of those joke things, isn't it?))
((-reassuring reply.))
((Or did you think I was joking? Honest curiosity here, unfortunately, though it comes with a joking tone. D'you know what she meant by carrots?))
((She meant the angular (chevron) brackets - putting stuff in between them, like Animorphs-verse Thought-speak should be stylised, causes the Board to treat whatever's inside as code and not show it.))
((BTW, yes, I thought you were joking.))
-day.))
((I suppose I was being a little jokey, but only to a certain degree. I was definitely intending lightheartedness in my reply to you, though. Thanks for clarifying, and sorry if I came off sounding rude...))
((~DF))
"I- I mean who is that!" the Yoshi managed to squeak out.
((Let's try this again. Argh, using brackets this time instead. What she originally said last time was [Another hapless recruit? How delightful.] ))
The Andalite's nostrils flared. [Careful, Yoshi. You insult me in your ignorance. I am an Andalite, the most noble race in the galaxy. My name is Farilan-Haothil-Esthine, and you would do well to tell me yours.]
"I do know that's a stupid name, but we have... weird naming conventions."
Farilan's fingers were flying over her tablet; her main eyes were fixated on the screen, while one stalk eye focused on Nine and the other on the rest of the agents. [A less-than superior naming convention for a less-than-superior species. Why am I not surprised? Tell me,] she said suddenly, [How long have you been in Headquarters?]
"Just half an hour I think..."
Farilan's stalk eyes swung around to both focus on Nine. [In that case, your ignorance is forgivable, if not excusable.] She slid her tablet back I to her bag. [Since you are still green behind the eye stalks, so to speak, I shall have to take you to the Marquis de Sod. Unless anyone here has any objections?] she added sharply, as though daring someone to argue with her.
((Whee but this is fun!))
((And what species is Taldaris?))
"Good day, agents!" said Fire Flash cheerfully. "How are you?"
"En taro Adun," said Taldaris, looking at Amris. "If you don't mind me asking, what are you?" he asked the Culture drone. "I've never met anybody like you. My name is Taldaris. And you are...?"
"Was it just me or were you telling him not to rip us apart? And what does DF-ESAS mean?"
"Are most people here like him?"
((The correct pronoun is 'it'; Amris is gender- and sexless. It's a machine.))
((of He's insane, so we're getting rid of him, so i assumed t happened often.
((I have a feeling nine's gonna end up in medical.))
"So, why am I being taken to see this daisy-guy? Am I in trouble for something?"
((Yay! Now everyone has their jerk!))
"Hang on to your saddle 'cause this is gonna get weird. Essentially, you're in a building that intersects multiple planes of existence at the same time. We're part of an organization that fights parasites that try to take over said planes of existence. Our superiors come from a planet or something where intelligent life was... well, the plants themselves. For example, the Marquis is a walking talking Daisy."
"So essentially, this place is completely off-the-wall-insane?"
((I've got an Andalite who's finally been given a name and I'd like to take her out for a spin.))
((A certain mage-and-Drone pair need fleshing out as well.))
((But go ahead!))
((Try to get a better feel for which of three prospective partners I will use for Cipher-7))