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[ frolic ] scrabble
« on: October 10, 2019, 11:18:19 PM »
She wanted to do this earlier, just to get it over with, but the casinos aren't as busy in the afternoon as they are in the evening, and any shred of daylight is time she could be using for her own purposes anyways. It was better to just hold off on it until she was certain there'd be enough people who weren't preoccupied with one of the other menial tasks Salem had handed out. Playing a board game by yourself isn't very fun, after all. It's also not fun with two people, or even three, and four is on thin ice, but her impression of the Badlands is that these people aren't really the sit down and have family fun time types, so she'd be surprised if her setup here meets even that mark.

The first board game she thought of was chess, which would be fine if it was just an event for two people (again, boring,) or even some kind of shitty, lengthy tourney that she doesn't have the patience to organize. Then she remembered four person chess exists, which is (just barely) in the range of what she's decided is an acceptable player count, and spent an hour or so trying to draw up a four person chess board. After going through an inordinate amount of paper trying to make just a prototype, it slowly dawned upon her that she has no idea how the hell that would even work to begin with. She's sure it does work. She's just not good at chess.

Anyways, if anyone breaks into her room any time soon, they're going to see what could feasibly be a re-creation of the desk of the man who invented the trebuchet. So, no chess.

The next thing that came to mind was Monopoly, which would be easy enough to recreate on a piece of cardboard or something, and hey, she could even keep an eye out for any remaining street signs while on her walk today so she could make them into properties, because who actually remembers any of the names other than the railroads and the electric companies? Other than maybe Park Place or something. Everyone remembers Park Place.

But then she realized that nobody here would even know what a monopoly is, much less understand that, yes, people used to spend their life's savings (whatever that would mean to a bunch of feral apocalypse children) on purchasing homes instead of walking around existing infrastructure and being like, damn, free land to establish my cool new civilization on. (Well, calling it a civilization is a bit unfair. They're more like ... little tribal groups or something. Territories? City states.) Anyways, even if the satire behind it wasn't lost, Monopoly is still only fun for thirty minutes or so, and then after that it just makes her want to pull her hair out and sleep on the host's couch until it's over. But this time she'd be the host, and there would be no couch to sleep on except those grimy booths that are only wide enough for sitting.

After a bit of mulling it over and decidedly not looking at road names while she walked around, Scrabble was the best she could come up with. She just hopes literacy isn't an uncommon thing around here, because that would land her in a really awkward situation. Not embarrassing, per se, because after all, she's not the one who never learned how to read, but uncomfortable nonetheless.

The scrabble board as she remembers it is fairly simple: its fifteen by fifteen or so, somewhere around there, and the big point boxes (whatever the hell they're called) go across in an X, and the starting word goes in the center. The creation of the board itself didn't take that long, but the creation of the little chips of all the letters did - Olga actually made around ten of each before she realized that there's twelve E's and only two M's, and then she had to actually use her brain and do the math to figure out how many of each letter there is, and then she remembered there's those damn blank pieces and that threw a wrench in things even further, but she was already at the end of her rope here, which isn't something she expected to find herself saying when she took the simple task of hosting a board game, but here she is.

When that whole ordeal was done, a sisyphean task but one she persevered through nonetheless, she'd already finished her daily patrol, so she took the liberty of passing out on her floor for the next four hours, stupid cardboard letter squares scattered all around and poorly drawn scrabble board propped up somewhere against the wall. So in a way, she did wait ... a little too long, though. It verged on procrastination, proverbial thumb twiddling. All of a sudden she was looking out the window at a peach-colored sunset, and then she realized that, oh shit, part of this was that she has to provide food to anyone who shows up, because how are you going to think of some fancy 7-letter word that may or may not actually exist on an empty stomach?

A quick look in her backpack revealed a lot of fruit and a lot of meat, but none of that is really snack material. The panic set in. Every trader has probably packed up by now, and there's not enough time left to go on a goose chase hunting them down and prying their produce from their hands - she searched for something, anything that would be quick and easy to prepare. Maybe she should just slice up some under-ripe apples and call it a day. Maybe they won't mind weeks old flavorless jerky she made with no regard to appeal. Maybe she should just show up empty-handed and hope nobody calls her out on it. It's a BYOS event ... S stands not for snacks, but for shit in general, because she sure doesn't have any together and could use the daily vitamin.

All hope was lost ... and then she found the bananas. Those fucking speckled, schoolbus-yellow bananas that she was convinced had the same value as hard street drugs. Oh my god, she can do something with these.

What she didn't know at the time was that apparently making banana chips is really, really hard.


When Olga actually trudges over to the casino, it's at around nine at night. With her square of cardboard in the crook of her arm and the small pouch of letters bouncing with each step, it's hard to say she doesn't stick out quite a bit. She feels like one of those kids walking their giant trifold poster boards into the local science fair, props and all, merely because their teacher made participation worth a grade. After spending months researching how many paper clips it takes to break surface tension or whatever, they suffer through the weird looks on the bus from years both above and below theirs, and then walk through the school doors holding it in front of themselves like a tower shield, all to be given a D- for some arbitrary reason like bad grammar. Her bad grammar is these fucking chips.

You see, she actually does have food, but when she puts everything on the table to set everything up, from the board to the little bars you keep your letters on, she opts to hide it on a pushed in seat instead of openly displaying it. God, she hopes nobody asks. Fuck bananas. God damnit.

You want to know what went wrong? She does too.

She burnt them. She burnt all of them. She made her own stupid oven out of chunks of cement and old bricks, and this is what she gets? They're not even crispy, they're just charred, gooey disks that she managed to scrape into a bag exclusively because they'd become firm on the bottom from being stuck to the tray. She didn't even have sugar to add to them when she was making them. Now that she thinks about it, they probably would've sucked either way, but at least they wouldn't have been inedible ... just kind of ... repulsive isn't the right word. Not sweet. Dry banana-y. Unimpressively moderate.

To call these unimpressive would be an understatement. A couple minutes pass of her just sitting there, fiddling with one of the blank pieces and waiting for people to stop paying attention to the new arrival so she can shamefully pull her abomination dish to the tabletop without anyone noticing. Olga has this notion that if she so much as touches it while eyes are on her, people will start inquiring as to what the fuck is that smell and why do the contents of that plastic Walmart bag look like the sludge you'd get from leaving a smoothie to rot in the sun, and she gets it, they're gross, she doesn't want to hear about it.

Fuck it. With a moment's hesitation, Olga plops it on the table in the same manner someone would drop something into the garbage: nonchalant, casual, and unconcerned with any damage incurred. It's not as stinky as she imagined it being, actually. There's no real smell to it.

... Unfortunately, that's as far as her exaggerations go.

She's too humbled right now to make a real announcement and call people over, so she just sits there with her face in her hands, scouring around for anyone she recognizes. Perhaps Addy is around, if she remembers that name correctly; she's seen him here a couple of times before, doing whatever it is he does. Catalyst is probably busy with ... business. Marco has to think to breathe, so she doubts he'd be any good at this game. Maybe Salem himself will appear in a puff of smoke, give her a gold star for trying, and relieve her of her service. She doesn't remember any other names. There's uh ... Lucy? Lucina? The tall British one.

... Maybe she's just making a big deal out of this snack thing, actually. It's board game night, not a damn culinary competition. These guys aren't gourmets, they're people who subsist off of shit like candied opossum tails and pickled mice or whatever the hell. She's fine. Nobody will care. It's all about the scrabble experience, guys.

Just to get things started, she picks out her first seven letters and puts what she comes up with down on the starting space, because she doesn't feel like waiting. Who cares about drawing letters closest to A?

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[ if this flops i never posted this btw ]
wc: 1765

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ABCDEFGHIJKLMNO
13W2L3W2L3W
22W3L3L2W
32W2L2L2W
42L2W2L2W2L
52W2W
63L3L3L3L
72L2L2L2L
83W2LPEND2L3W
92L2L2L2L
103L3L3L3L
112W2W
122L2W2L2W2L
132W2L2L2W
142W3L3L2W
13W2L3W2L3W
PEND: 14 points (7x2W=14)

Spoiler: etc • show
if you make changes to the board you can quote this and edit it yourself otherwise i can just post the updated version if you say where you're placing your letters (y in a1, b in o7, etc) ITS KIND OF A HORRIBLY MESSY, MESSY CODE WELCOME TO MY TWISTED MIND so like really forreal dont worry about it im. im on it

ill ALSO be calcing score

if you mention drawing more letters in your post i'll add more to your rack until its at 7 ... racks will get updated in the letters spoiler whenever i post a board or like an. actual post
Spoiler: letters • show
ONLY LOOK AT YOUR OWN YOU GUYS. I TRUST. for anyone curious i am getting these through a weighted random generator (by weighted i mean it recognizes theres only one Q and like 4 L's) so its. its not just me being like HM WHO WANTS A J

Spoiler: olga / 14 • show
IF YOURE READING THIS .... YOURE MAKING ME BALD

you have ...
R, U, G

Spoiler: ffor my own private elucidation • show
STOP READING!!!

A- 9
B- 2
C- 2
D- 3
E- 11
F- 2
G- 2
H- 2
I- 9
J- 1
K- 1
L- 4
M- 2
N- 5
O- 8
P- 1
Q- 1
R- 5
S- 4
T- 6
U- 3
V- 2
W- 2
X- 1
Y- 2
Z- 1
blank- 2
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Re: [ frolic ] scrabble
« Reply #1 on: October 12, 2019, 08:35:39 PM »
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//how do you do that. srsly. I kinda feel bad replying to this bc of how crappy my muse is

Usually they wouldn't have anything business-related to do by now unless an emergency situation popped up. They could spend the evenings relaxing in the casino or with their boyfriend, or doing whatever the fuck else they felt like. Tonight it was the former, silently people watching as they were wont to do. They liked seeing how people were here, the subtle little differences between when they were surrounded by vice and taken in by booze versus when they were out and about, usually sober.

Usually. Cat had doubts about whether Salem was ever properly stone cold sober. Hungover, maybe.

Olga came in, carrying a box and a bag and a pouch, setting up on a nearby table. Cat watched quietly, waiting for her to say something, but instead she just sat there, fiddling with something small. They raised an eyebrow, waiting a few extra moments for something to happen, and just when they were about to give up, something did. Olga brought out the plastic bag and set it on the table, then after a few more moments put something else on it.

Alright, time to see what the fuck she was doing. Ugh, standing. They pushed themself to their feet and walked over, peering at the makeshift scrabble board and bag of... whatever that was with one eyebrow raised. "What have we here?" They asked, deciding that was the most neutral way they could.

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GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 09/02/39 ⇥ Returned from vacation
⇥ 08/23/39 ⇥ Went on vacation with Gavril
⇥ 08/21/39 ⇥ Oversaw their parents' vow renewal
⇥ 08/16/39 ⇥ Witnessed their boyfriend get shot

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No biological siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Attack in bold #0d0d0d and tag @/Bryne
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it

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Re: [ frolic ] scrabble
« Reply #2 on: October 12, 2019, 10:58:36 PM »

addy had never been one to play board games. as odd as it was, he didn’t think he had ever played board games as a kid, or even had them in the apartment he grew up in.. not that the redhead ever saw the point in board games, either. hell, the more he learned about them, the more he decided they weren’t for him. they required logic and wit, both things that the redhead didn’t particularly have.

he had dropped out right before his freshman year of high school. school smarts, he didn’t pride himself on - rather, it was the street smarts that he found himself carrying an abundance of. however, that being said, it wasn’t like there were games that were made to show off someone’s street skills. of course it would be a game about knowing how to spell shit and make long words. so, that being said, addy was going to get his damn ass kicked if he joined in on this game.

seeing catalyst strolling over towards olga with some sort of game, he glanced around for a moment before deciding to join them. guess it was important to say that addy would get his ass kicked if he joined the game - except, for starters, he didn’t even know the game relied on spelling shit correctly. that, and he probably wouldn’t end up joining unless he was begged to. curiosity was getting the best of him, though, as he furrowed his brows and asked along with cat, trying to seem nonchalant, “yeah, the hell is this?”

//wow good writing?? who is she
pls everyone give me their writing skills i obviously need the help

also someone pls help addy he's such an idiot but we stan
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« Reply #3 on: October 13, 2019, 10:45:29 AM »
Ugh, Catalyst, go back to your office and schedule your business meetings, or get your secretary to do it for you, whatever. Seriously - she gives them this look like they're a bull in a china shop, if only because of how out of place they seem just strolling around a casino like they don't own the place. She's always surprised to see Cat out and about in public like any other person would be, instead of marinating in some throne room without air conditioner, waving away messengers by just rolling their wrist.

Olga doesn't know why she has this assumption that Catalyst functions the same way a company's CEO or Henry IIIV would. She has it in her head that they just kind of do apocalypse paperwork and sign apocalypse treaties, whatever the terms on those would even be (probably some rubbish like 'we won't Genghis Khan you if you give us 80% of your crop yield this coming fall.') Olga's not convinced these guys actually trade for most of the things they have; sure, there are those raids they host now and then, the most recent being a local hospital, but old world supplies are finite and dwindling, and she doesn't know what it is the Badlands would be producing that nets them clothes and linens and fresh fruit.

Well, they're next to an ocean, which gives her some indication. Seafood is nice when it's only been caught a few hours ago, but it spoils really, really fast, within days if not salted, and she imagines caravans wouldn't have much interest in it outside of sitting down for lunch and eating it themselves. Yeah, they'd have to give something up in exchange for that, but that's only around a fish per person, maybe two if someone is feeling particularly famished, not nearly large enough a transaction to stock an entire uh ... village, she'll call it. What else starts with sea ... maybe they trade pretty seashells or seagull chicks or something. No, seagulls would make awful pets, all they'd do is poop everywhere and scream. Yeah, Cat is probably secretly subjugating farmers or something under a fascist charter. Conspiracy theory acquired.

When Catalyst walks over, along with Addy at their heels, Olga tries her hardest to not look like she's doing some stupid, unproductive shit. "Well, you see, uh, one of Salem's tasks was to host a board game." Yeah, pin it on Salem. It's Salem's fault she's performing this egregious crime. "So I picked Scrabble, which is just ... you pick out seven letters - well, maybe not pick out, 'cus you're not supposed to look at them when you do, but uh, anyways, you get the letters and you try and spell words on the board for points, and you kinda just uh, keep doing that."

"You get to draw more letters on your next turn or something. I think it's on the next turn? Maybe it's as soon as you play them. I don't know. Doesn't matter. Just whenever is fine."
God, when she describes it that way, it kind of sounds like it's not all that fun and that she doesn't actually know what she's doing.

"Uh, here," Olga mutters; she pulls the pouch towards herself and sticks a hand in, drawing a few more pieces of cardboard into her palm until she's counted out seven. She drops them into a pile and slides them over towards Catalyst, and then looks to Addy with an awkward, forced smile, too polite to ask him if he can even read. Well, no she isn't, she would, she just doesn't want to get her molars knocked out, and that's definitely a question that would suddenly make her seem very, very punchable. If Addy wants letters, he can get some himself ... though it's not like Catalyst made any indication they wanted to play either. "Go ahead and put something down."

She is very pointedly not going to make mention of the banana sludge, which she knows very well is probably what the two of them were referring to more so than her weird arts and crafts project.

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[ IDONT KNOW PYRE IM SO SORRY IT JUST HAPPENS JKDFHSKF
& youre both fine >:-( also i love addy sm? we DO stan!! ]
wc: 685

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Spoiler: letters • show
Spoiler: olga / 14 • show
IF YOURE READING THIS .... YOURE MAKING ME BALD

you have ...
R, U, G

Spoiler: ffor my own private elucidation • show
STOP READING!!!

aaaaaaaabccdddeeeeeeeeeeeffghhiiiiiiiiijklllmmnnnnoooooooopqrrrrrsssstttttuuuvvwwx!!
Spoiler: catalyst / 0 • show
you have ...
K, T, N, A, B, R, G
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Re: [ frolic ] scrabble
« Reply #4 on: October 13, 2019, 12:33:34 PM »
LIES A THOUSAND HORRIFYING MEMORIES | | |
Honestly, if there was someone hanging around acting like the post apocolyptic version of Henry IIIV, it'd be the man responsible for a solid twenty-five percent of all member-felt suffering in the Badlands. Did he want to work? Yeah, kinda, but did he? Nope. He had important things to do, like frustrating and pissing off everybody in a five mile radius.

And considering he was in a perpetual hangover-drunk-hangover-drunk cycle, it was not at all surprising that he'd been lurking around the casino nursing a drink and pretending to listen to the chatter of someone he'd been trying to pursue, but now he was having second thoughts as they brought up fucking astrology. Gods, he needed an escape and quick.

Oh sweet, there was Cat and Addy and Olga, all doing something that decidedly probably needed his attention. Salem excused himself and hurried over, incredibly glad he gave out those weird tasks because otherwise he would've needed to find a different excuse.

And Olga's was boardgames, right? He wasn't sure what the fuck she was doing with all that cardboard, but it did resemble a game he remembered playing like, once in his youth. He hadn't been graced with a family that enjoyed such menial entertainment, so he recalled playing it at a friend's house.

"Hey, don't let me take all the credit for this wonderful idea. I anticipated something stupider, like Monopoly." Salem said with a grin, reaching to grab seven letters of his own before taking a seat.

Olga also had another suspicious bag on the table, and Salem chose to ignore that for now. Maybe that was the snacks, and they'd caught her still setting up? He did recall demanding snacks, even if it was totally unnecessary and at best stressful busywork for the poor soul who picked boardgames night.
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Re: [ frolic ] scrabble
« Reply #5 on: October 14, 2019, 09:28:36 PM »

addy watched olga describe the game to catalyst with furrowed brows, glancing between them to see if they were finding the game interesting. the idea of having to pick out seven letters, then try and spell words on the board for points… he couldn’t help but want to turn around on his heels then and there. it didn’t sound confusing, but for some reason addy had a feeling that playing dumb would be better than - actually looking like a fuckin’ idiot while playing the game. he glanced over the board. could he just make shit up, and hope nobody would call him out on it?

as olga sent a forced, awkward smile his way, he didn’t return it. instead simply turning his gaze away and then, with a sigh, seating himself beside her and catalyst. “alright. give me that bag.” if he was going to look like an idiot, he guessed he might as well do it by looking like one - completing contradicting everything he had previously told himself like the indecisive dumbass he was.

pride, it did that to you. the redhead reached for the pouch once it was offered to him, digging around and plucking seven out. it was when picking the seven out, trying not to look, that his gaze wandered to the seat next to olga- “the fuck is that?” leave it to the redhead to bluntly ask about something, and put it in no-so-kind words-- but no, seriously, what the hell was it? the failed first project at a game board? he reached to pull the chair out a bit to get a better look.
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« Reply #6 on: October 15, 2019, 09:24:44 PM »
Yeah, they had enough lording over people from their cult days, thank you very much. They'd rather live a life where they weren't being alienated from everyone around them, something they'd only got after rejoining the Badlands. Not joining, no, because that had ended up with them chained to a wall in a warehouse. It was only after they went and chased down the asshole that had both imprisoned and released them, realized what a huge fucking mistake that was, and gone back to the Badlands that they felt... what was it? Belonging? Almost.

"I know what scrabble is." They said flatly. It was a game they'd played with Molly when they were little, then again with Derick when they were less little. And now, again, with Olga. Their adversaries just kept getting older, huh?

They took the letters and looked them over, studied the board, eventually placing some down. Building off of the D, they added an A, R, and K. Was that playing into a stereotype of themself? Yeah, probably, but what fucking ever. "Double word score." Ha.

After getting new letters to replace the ones they'd used, they sat back and looked over at the new challengers. Salem being Salem and Addy being Addy. Excellent. Oh, you know what? The second in command did have an incredibly good point - what the fuck was that?

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 10/14/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Alias is Catalyst
⇥ Will accept Cat or Catalyst from anyone, Scott only from family
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 09/02/39 ⇥ Returned from vacation
⇥ 08/23/39 ⇥ Went on vacation with Gavril
⇥ 08/21/39 ⇥ Oversaw their parents' vow renewal

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No biological siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken by Gavril Lupei
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

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Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Attack in bold #0d0d0d and tag @/Bryne
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it

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Re: [ frolic ] scrabble
« Reply #7 on: October 18, 2019, 03:30:20 PM »
What was it Catalyst had thought when she'd popped up at the meeting the other day? Something about speaking of a devil? That's the same feeling that descends upon her when she sees Salem strutting over, leaving a particularly annoyed date behind him. The poor girl's arms are crossed and everything, and Olga watches her hold a very incensed glare for a few seconds longer before turning back around.

Turning back to Salem, who seemed pretty hasty to escape, her eyebrow quirks, but if she knew the circumstances she'd hold her judgement. Salem isn't alone in thinking astrology is a load of bunk, and, at worst, annoying; it's fun to look up your partner's compatibility with you based on your signs, or to check the daily horoscopes in the newspaper, but beyond that, it's just baseless drivel with little application. Not to mention she doesn't even fit her zodiac that well to begin with - a bonafide liar from the honor-bound clade of Sagittarius?! Unthinkable! ... Yeah, she can see how that might get irritating very fast.

Speaking of lying, Salem's offhand comment sees her biting the corners of her mouth. "Monopoly?" She says it with a certain incredulous tilt in her voice, as if she hadn't contemplated it for a good while before settling on Scrabble. Yeah, it was a bad idea - everyone else thinks Monopoly is stupid, too. Good to know. "Absolutely not."


Oh god, they've located the monstrous pile she dares to call banana chips. She doesn't know how they didn't dehydrate when she literally burnt them, but they didn't, and now they're probably better off as mortar for bricks than food offered to friends (well, acquaintances) over a board game. Is she going to admit that? Hell no! It doesn't seem to occur to her that she can just be honest and say she's bad at cooking, and for the most part nobody would bat an eye - no, that would be embarrassing. She doesn't know why, but it absolutely would be. Her, admitting she's not good at everything? Maybe when pigs fly, buddy.

As all three of her guests start questioning her, she maintains her smile (it's a rare occasion that Olga smiles when she's not nervous, actually) and just looks between them, eventually settling for staring past them. "It's Russian. It's a Russian cultural dish." ... Well, nobody can argue with that. Who would know better than her? Certainly not someone with the name Salem, or Addy ... Catalyst isn't even a real name, so she doesn't know about them, but those two? If any of them say she's wrong she can tell them to go read a book, because those names sound decidedly English or ... well, they're not Russian, at the very least.

Where the hell are bananas from, anyways? Because they're certainly not going to be native to Russia, something she thinks might be a tad obvious, if indeed someone as young as twenty or so would even know about Europe beyond conjecture. Would they even know north means cold? Eh, she can just say the Italians brought nanners to Russia at some point. Maybe the French did during the Napoleonic Wars, they had a pretty good market by the time they went crazy and cut the king's head off. Yeah, that'll work. It was a gift to the peasants to uh ... entice them to defect to the French army. Yeah, for sure. And now it's a cultural dish. The good thing about being old enough to have attended compulsory schooling is that you have a lot of useless knowledge to dredge up whenever its needed.

"It's called ... I think it's ..." Oh god, she doesn't know any Russian. Think, Olga, come on. All you need is something vaguely Slavic and they'll probably buy it. "Katewsha? Katyusha?" Yeah, let's go with the name of your grandmother's favorite song. Let's butcher the name just to really sell it - no, she swears it was to sell it, not because she was really struggling to pronounce it right. Really!


She doesn't pay much attention to the other two pulling out letters, because she's much more engrossed in watching whatever Catalyst is doing on the board. From their arsenal of letters they put down an A, an R, a K ... she looks it over, and then it hits her, and her expression deflates. Oh, for fuck's sake. She gives them this look of amusement, especially as she eyes what they're wearing, their usual all-black outfit (maybe they have more than one, but she can't really tell, because it all looks the same to her.)

It takes her a second to calculate how many points that is, because Olga is truly terrible at math save for the spare equations she's drilled into her head - top of descent, crosswinds, shit like that she can do on a whim. But simple addition? Multiplication with no strings attached? If you see her counting on her fingers under the table, which she does her hardest to conceal with her jacket, then mind your business. "Eighteen." Ugh, that's four more than her.

"Uh, Salem or Addy, I don't know, whichever, go ahead."

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[ not one of my better posts but this was overdue sjhdfakll sorry!! ]
wc: 854

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ABCDEFGHIJKLMNO
13W2L3W2L3W
22W3L3L2W
32W2L2L2W
42L2W2L2W2L
52W2W
63L3L3L3L
72L2L2L2L
83W2LPEND2L3W
92L2L2LA2L
103L3L3LR3L
112WK
122L2W2L2W2L
132W2L2L2W
142W3L3L2W
13W2L3W2L3W
DARK: 18 points (9x2W=18)

Spoiler: letters • show
Spoiler: olga / 14 • show
IF YOURE READING THIS .... YOURE MAKING ME BALD

you have ...
R, U, G

Spoiler: ffor my own private elucidation • show
STOP READING!!!

aaaaaabcddeeeeeeeeeffghiiiiiikllmmnnnnooooooopqrrrrsssstttttuuuvwx!
Spoiler: catalyst / 18 • show
you have ...
T, N, B, G, H, L, A
Spoiler: salem / 0 • show
you have ...
E, I, J, W, BLANK, I, O
Spoiler: addy / 0 • show
you have ...
I, V, E, C, D, R, A
« Last Edit: October 18, 2019, 06:55:37 PM by LITVINENKO »
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Re: [ frolic ] scrabble
« Reply #8 on: October 19, 2019, 04:23:01 PM »
was it surprising that jaque had no clue what scrabble was? no. he hasn’t been allowed to play board games, all because his father figured something along the lines of ‘if an ouija board can contact the dead, then obviously all of the board games were satanic and must be banned’. yeah, his father wasn’t exactly.. smart to say the least. he was intrigued, however, so he sort of just watched from afar as they started their game. was he going to join? not a chance, he didn’t want to make a fool of himself, he didn’t know how to read..

so, he eventually made his way over, twiddling his thumbs and looking to olga. she seemed ok, but catalyst was kind of scary and addy was pretty damn intimidating. “can i.. watch?” he asked softly, shifting from foot to foot. he didn’t want to just intrude without asking for permission first, but if he was turned away, he would gladly just go to the beach and lay in the sand, stare up at the seemingly endless sky.. hat was another thing he was intrigued by, but it was also a story for another day.

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Re: [ frolic ] scrabble
« Reply #9 on: Yesterday at 01:27:36 PM »

a russian cultural dish. he eyes the bananas with a slightly disgusted look pulled on his face. “thank fuckin’ god i’m not russian.” guess that meant that olga got away with the failed dish - at least when it came to describing it to addy. the redhead didn’t tend to question most people’s motives - and really could give less of a shit about whatever that banana dish was. just. fuck he needed to stop looking at it. the redhead turned his gaze away and instead to the board, deciding then that it would be his turn to play something.

lips turned down slightly as he glanced between the board and his letters. and the redhead was genuinely stuck. he knew how to spell the most basic of words, he wasn’t that fucking dumb… but this game was not going to make him feel like an idiot, he swore to god.

going off of the r, he carefully placed an i, c, and e. he was sure there were better words out of his pick, but to be honest he had no idea what exactly was going on. “okay, what did i just do? how many points?” yet the stubborn bastard was still being competitive over a game he didn’t even know how to play. he wasn’t going to sit there and look bad in front of olga, someone he barely knew, and catalyst - someone he felt like he knew too much about… including the rather shady past he tried to ignore..

// me: seeing other words that would've worked so much better than 'rice'
also me: sadly picks 'rice'
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Re: [ frolic ] scrabble
« Reply #10 on: Yesterday at 06:26:18 PM »
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Wow, russian food must taste like crap normally; Salem hadn't the faintest idea that Olga was making all of it up, mainly because he never paid attention in school and his family wasn't Russian. He was pretty sure he was like- a mix of like, italian and spanish? Probably some other European bloodlines mixed in there too. He should've paid more attention when his mother told him about his ancestors.

"Don't be fucking rude, Addy." Salem said, reaching over to grab the soggy yet somehow burnt banana-esq chip thing. Yeah he had no idea what Olga was going for when she made these, but he happily tossed one in his mouth and immediately wished he hadn't. He coughed with his mouth still sealed shut once, twice, and then swallowed the disgusting mush. Feeling vaguely sick, he gave a thumbs-up to Olga.

"Yeah sure, can you grab me something from the bar?" Salem said, glancing at Jaque. If he wanted to watch and not participate he could at least make himself useful, and frankly Salem needed something to wash the taste of Olga's attempted hospitality down.

He went off the P of Pend and put down an I and E. It was pretty bad, but Salem was still feeling the aftershocks of the banana chip and he'd stick by that story for the rest of the day.
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