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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: Frito
Date: 2022-08-06 10:37 pm (UTC)Amanda rethought the comment she had been about to make about going on a naughty weekend, and paused for a moment. "Does it matter?" she asked at last. "What you are, I mean. Straight, bi, pan, gay... or maybe just Amanda Sefton-sexual, do you have to nail it down and define it?"
The arm of the couch was not comfortable to lean back against, but Marie-Ange did it anyway, affecting a dramatic huff. "Yes, because I am a hypocrite who tells other people not to worry about finding the right words, and then I get caught up in the same problem myself."
The witch giggled, a sound that few heard, since she usually was more of the sardonic snort sort of person. "Oh, Angie, that's just you all over. And if I was a shrink, or someone who has seen a fuckton of them, I'd say you were deflecting things by focussing on what to call it instead."
"Saying things makes them real." Marie-Ange said, head still half off the arm of the couch. "It makes them not just a silly future in cards and notebooks, it makes them real and once they are real, you cannot take them back." She lifted her head up. "I am greedy and selfish, I want all the things she had, and not to have to worry about if it goes wrong and I lose it all again. She lost everything, and I do not even have the grief she must have felt."
Amanda set down her drink and scooted along the couch until she was right next to her. "Names have power," she said. "Maybe that's why I don't always use them - actions always tend to mean more, I s'pose." She reached for Marie-Ange's hand. "I'll be here," she continued, squeezing it a little. "You know that, but it can always bear repeating. I'll be here, whenever you need me, and whatever you need me to do."
Leaning on Amanda was far more comfortable than leaning on the arm of the couch. Prettier too, but Marie-Ange was not going to say so, because she couldn't remember who had picked out the couch. "I am not sure if you have noticed, but I am very terrible at doing things for myself without making it dramatic. Also..." She squeezed Amanda's hand. "Did you quote Frozen at me?" Her voice broke a little with the effort to not giggle. "God at least it was not Mary Poppins. I just want to know. Maybe we should just take a trip to New Orleans, finally, no? We do keep having all of our major life moments there, it seems."
"If I did, I'll never admit it," Amanda replied with a chuckle. "And Ms. Colbert, are you inviting me for a naughty weekend?"
"We have had an alternate universe, fought one of Kevin's ex co-workers, dealt with so much, have either of us had a vacation at all since... " She faltered. "Have either of us had a vacation at all since my eye? A real vacation, not a working vacation, England does not count, we had to deal with that stupid library."
"Sounds like we're overdue then." Amanda squeezed Marie-Ange's hand. "And whatever happens, happens, yeah?"
Kyle - and from couple-cute to absolutely shattering... this log from Exorcism Robotica. Part of your awesomeness is your ability to juggle light hearted and funny AND raw emotion and anger in Kyle.
Kyle, somehow both slender and young in jeans and a Montana Magic Hockey jersey, and tall and muscled, in his black X-Men leathers growled out something profane. Had he been twelve, he would have found himself grounded, his mother's voice breaking shrill as she scolded his language.
The scolding never came. His mother's voice never called out all his names. He could still hear her, asking him to come in for lunch, that she'd made BLTs, that his dad wanted his help with the shed door.
The itch in his eyes grew worse, the sting of tears that refused to spill over. "No, just.. .fucking no. It's not real. Mom's dead, Yvette's dead, Laurie's gone. None of that is my fucking fault."
The baseball glove in his hand was cold and hot at the same time, the leather shifting brown to green to brown to green again. Kyle brought it down on his knee, and it did not break. He spat, and pulled at the mask with both hands, clawed fingers through the eyeholes "You know what, choices have fucking consequences, but I didn't kill my mom."
And it cracked, long glowing lines down the middle, and then broke into sharp pieces that sliced Kyle's fingers bloody