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x_projectYes, it's the love meme! Isa and I have been talking about posting it and finally talk has become action! Here's the drill: every player has a comment below for folks to leave love. It doesn't have to be words, gifs are also good. We're going backwards to distribute the love evenly (people get worn out by the end of the alphabet, so lets start with them this time!).
We've also included links to the player's wiki page and their character's logs, so you can take a refresh peek at what they've been doing. We'll also link to the individual threads from the player pages, so you can go back later and bask when you need it.
No negativity - if you can't say something positive, don't say anything at all, as the saying goes. ;)
If for any reason you'd rather not be included ping Isa or I and we'll quietly remove your thread. Or, if giving feedback publicly is a bit much, you can email the person directly (email addies are available on the player pages).
No time limits - do your best and no love is too small!
(Thanks Walks for these!)
Five words or a gif you think of when you think of this player.
Five words or a gif you think of when you think of this player's character.
Five words or a gif your characters think of when you think of this player's character.
Three random things you'd love to see this person's characters do.
You and this player can travel anywhere in the world. Where would you take them?
What's the first log or character moment that pops into your mind when you think about this player?
We've also included links to the player's wiki page and their character's logs, so you can take a refresh peek at what they've been doing. We'll also link to the individual threads from the player pages, so you can go back later and bask when you need it.
No negativity - if you can't say something positive, don't say anything at all, as the saying goes. ;)
If for any reason you'd rather not be included ping Isa or I and we'll quietly remove your thread. Or, if giving feedback publicly is a bit much, you can email the person directly (email addies are available on the player pages).
No time limits - do your best and no love is too small!
(Thanks Walks for these!)
Five words or a gif you think of when you think of this player.
Five words or a gif you think of when you think of this player's character.
Five words or a gif your characters think of when you think of this player's character.
Three random things you'd love to see this person's characters do.
You and this player can travel anywhere in the world. Where would you take them?
What's the first log or character moment that pops into your mind when you think about this player?
Re: Maureen
Date: 2022-07-30 03:08 am (UTC)Clarice: April and the Purple Pixie go shopping - it captures Clarice's personality so well in just a few sentences.:
"This entire neighborhood is full of stores like this," Clarice was already pulling things she thought were cute. Mostly for April, but not all. "And there's no better way to travel than Clarice-Express. No view but also no traffic, time commitment, or other issues. Unless we're getting to get back on earth. That takes a lot."
"The upsides more than make up for the lack of view." April was smiling as she rummaged through the racks. A black dress with brightly colored polka dots caught her attention, and she held it up to check it for rips and tears with a critical eye before checking the care tag. "I have no idea where I'd wear this, but it looks so fun."
"So get it," Clarice replied, "Wear it to make breakfast. Who needs a reason?" Says the woman who spent all year working on gowns for herself for various events, "Like...I get that you were some sort of vigilante or whatever from your old life. Which, cool. But you have options here. And Westchester isn't really Manhattan in that respect." Of course, there were a couple who went out and were vigilantes still, in their supposed off time. How much time they had to do that was debatable though.
Matt - Matt's relationship with Maya is one of my faves:
"We are a sum of all our experiences. Good and bad," Matt called to her, "We glorify the soldier that kills an enemy in battle, but yet murder is a crime and sin. Maybe I'm not that smart, but that seems like hypocrisy at its finest. You are more than one choice made in the heat of a fight, Maya. Grow from this. Atone in whatever way you need. But don't stay stuck in it."
“Isn’t that the reason X-men aren’t meant to kill people?”
She hadn’t been one long, even if she had been training with Gen-X this entire time and seen her fair share of deeply weird shit in her twenty years. But avoidance of hypocrisy seemed like it should be almost number one on the ‘list of things to give a shit about'.
Otherwise, what was the point of even being here?
“Shouldn’t someone be saying something other than ‘good job’ to me? At least give me pushups or something. Fuck.”
"Then do pushups," Matt stood, shoulders square and though he wasn't a hard man in a lot of ways, he certainly could pull it off. "You want to work? You want to atone through sweat?" he pointed to the gym mats near his feet, "Get started. I'll tell you when you're done."
Maya gave him a quizzical look, looking around the workout space before shrugging and dropping down into a push-up position, starting a count-off in her head as she did so.
“You’re gonna have to tap me when you think I’m done unless you want to get in my face.”
Maya was another month away before she’d healed enough to have the operation that would replace the cochlear implants that she’d lost. There’d been some advances in recent years so she was looking forward to what they could do for her.
Apparently being on the payroll of a rich old guy had its benefits. Who knew?
Dropping to the ground with her, Matt began, matching her pushup for pushup, close enough that she could probably smell the salt on his skin from sweat without enhanced senses. He could tell what she'd eaten last. When her arms gave out, then it would be enough. He wouldn't insult her by counting - or worse - making her stop at a certain number. She wouldn't feel it was enough, no matter how many it was.