How it works: one post each, unless it's just dialogue (which can go on as long as you like unless I interupt it). We wait for everyone to post before I continue. I make all die rolls and tell you what happens.
If I need clarification (especially during combat) I will make a post [in italics like this]. You then need to edit your post accordingly (adding information or whatever). I will then edit my italicised post to show the results of your action, rather than the request for clarification. If we do it like this, we can keep the thread relatively tidy with little OOC chatter.
Strange Happenings in Southampton
What a week! For some reason, everything seems to be going wrong. The weather has been abnormally hot - the blazing sun feels like a furnace, and no amount of cold drinks and showers can seem to alleviate the discomfort. Even Chandler, who is used to the much hotter Los Angeles climate finds himself bemoaning the lack of air conditioning in England. Sleeping is difficult, despite the fact that the shared house in Shirley, Southampton is, like many other households, now home to several newly bought fans; even when sleeping on top of the bedcovers, you all find yourselves sweating profusely.
The weather hasn't helped peoples' moods, either. You've all spent the last week bickering about the smallest things. Tempers are fraying, acidic remarks seem to be the norm, and the usually relaxed house has an almost tangible air of tension.
It's the summer holidays, which means that the local schools, colleges and universities are pretty much closed for business until early September. Daniele's student friends are all away, back at home with their families, and she is starting to feel a little lonely. For Imran, the university's cricket club is continuing throughout the summer, and he is able to escape the almost unbearable tension in the house by retreating top the cricket green. Richard has managed to find a group of local kids to kick a football about with for the duration of the break, despite the heat, and they seem to enjoy his informal tuition. Johnathon, unfortunately, is required to work every day at Higgins, Springley & Perk, a local law firm, although at least they have air-conditioning in the office building! Chandler is having a dry spell - he hasn't had any freelance work for a few months, and money is really starting to be a problem; he hopes that something will come along soon! Amir, like Imran, is finding retreat in his fencing- a great way to excise his frustration and pass the long weeks before the term starts again in September.
It's on a hot Thursday morning when Daniele calls her favourite tutor at the university. She has some questions regarding her summer assignment, a paper on neural networks, and she is a little worried. The paper is due very soon, and she is making little headway; fortunately, her tutor, Nicholas Bingley, is a good guy and a friend, and she is sure that he'll be able to provide her with some help.
Strangely, though, Nicholas doesn't seem to be anywhere to be found. At first, Daniele is not worried, but after a couple of days she starts to become concerned. You see, Nicholas was involved in some kind of event several years ago, and is now permanently wheel-chair bound. It is not often that he leaves his home, prefering the quiet surroundings of his large house, with its many shelves of books, a bottle of fine red wine and quiet classical music in the background. He doesn't live alone - he has a care assistant who helps him in his day-to-day life, but even she has not answered the telephone. After days of hearing nothing but Nicholas' dry voice on the answerphone, Daniele is starting to wonder what has happened. Nicholas wouldn't leave for an extended period without telling her, surely? She's his star student, and they maintain a good friendship.
So, on a quiet Sunday evening, the house is full. Nobody can find an excuse to go out, so the group of unlikely friends sit, lie and lounge about the living room watching some mediocre movie on cable TV. Nobody is really enjoying it, but nobody really has the energy or inclination to even change the channel, let alone suggest an alternate activity. The adverts come on, and a fat man with an obviously fake tan exorts you all to take out a loan, promising fervently that you will experience an unprecedented level of efficiency and customer service.
A telephone rings somewhere. Nobody moves. The incessant trilling is annoying, but nobody seems able to react. Eventually it stops. They'll call back, if it's important. You can hear traffic outside, a plane flies overhead, the TV drones on, a woman screams in distance...
A woman screams in the distance? Yikes, you can hear somebody screaming, her voice faint but clear, perhaps a street or two away. The words "No!" and "Help!" seem to form a definite theme in her cries.
[Edit - spelling errors only.
If I need clarification (especially during combat) I will make a post [in italics like this]. You then need to edit your post accordingly (adding information or whatever). I will then edit my italicised post to show the results of your action, rather than the request for clarification. If we do it like this, we can keep the thread relatively tidy with little OOC chatter.
Strange Happenings in Southampton
What a week! For some reason, everything seems to be going wrong. The weather has been abnormally hot - the blazing sun feels like a furnace, and no amount of cold drinks and showers can seem to alleviate the discomfort. Even Chandler, who is used to the much hotter Los Angeles climate finds himself bemoaning the lack of air conditioning in England. Sleeping is difficult, despite the fact that the shared house in Shirley, Southampton is, like many other households, now home to several newly bought fans; even when sleeping on top of the bedcovers, you all find yourselves sweating profusely.
The weather hasn't helped peoples' moods, either. You've all spent the last week bickering about the smallest things. Tempers are fraying, acidic remarks seem to be the norm, and the usually relaxed house has an almost tangible air of tension.
It's the summer holidays, which means that the local schools, colleges and universities are pretty much closed for business until early September. Daniele's student friends are all away, back at home with their families, and she is starting to feel a little lonely. For Imran, the university's cricket club is continuing throughout the summer, and he is able to escape the almost unbearable tension in the house by retreating top the cricket green. Richard has managed to find a group of local kids to kick a football about with for the duration of the break, despite the heat, and they seem to enjoy his informal tuition. Johnathon, unfortunately, is required to work every day at Higgins, Springley & Perk, a local law firm, although at least they have air-conditioning in the office building! Chandler is having a dry spell - he hasn't had any freelance work for a few months, and money is really starting to be a problem; he hopes that something will come along soon! Amir, like Imran, is finding retreat in his fencing- a great way to excise his frustration and pass the long weeks before the term starts again in September.
It's on a hot Thursday morning when Daniele calls her favourite tutor at the university. She has some questions regarding her summer assignment, a paper on neural networks, and she is a little worried. The paper is due very soon, and she is making little headway; fortunately, her tutor, Nicholas Bingley, is a good guy and a friend, and she is sure that he'll be able to provide her with some help.
Strangely, though, Nicholas doesn't seem to be anywhere to be found. At first, Daniele is not worried, but after a couple of days she starts to become concerned. You see, Nicholas was involved in some kind of event several years ago, and is now permanently wheel-chair bound. It is not often that he leaves his home, prefering the quiet surroundings of his large house, with its many shelves of books, a bottle of fine red wine and quiet classical music in the background. He doesn't live alone - he has a care assistant who helps him in his day-to-day life, but even she has not answered the telephone. After days of hearing nothing but Nicholas' dry voice on the answerphone, Daniele is starting to wonder what has happened. Nicholas wouldn't leave for an extended period without telling her, surely? She's his star student, and they maintain a good friendship.
So, on a quiet Sunday evening, the house is full. Nobody can find an excuse to go out, so the group of unlikely friends sit, lie and lounge about the living room watching some mediocre movie on cable TV. Nobody is really enjoying it, but nobody really has the energy or inclination to even change the channel, let alone suggest an alternate activity. The adverts come on, and a fat man with an obviously fake tan exorts you all to take out a loan, promising fervently that you will experience an unprecedented level of efficiency and customer service.
A telephone rings somewhere. Nobody moves. The incessant trilling is annoying, but nobody seems able to react. Eventually it stops. They'll call back, if it's important. You can hear traffic outside, a plane flies overhead, the TV drones on, a woman screams in distance...
A woman screams in the distance? Yikes, you can hear somebody screaming, her voice faint but clear, perhaps a street or two away. The words "No!" and "Help!" seem to form a definite theme in her cries.
[Edit - spelling errors only.
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