Welcome! You have made it into the AP experimental room.
You find yourselves in a large room with white walls, each one of them with a wide mirror on it. In the center of the room is a wooden table. On top of the table lies a pile of paper, each sheet identical to the others. The sheets of paper are white, rectangular and have the word APPLICATION written at the top. If you turn them around, you can see another title on the back of the pages: "Write your answer here".
That's it. Everything else is up to you... for now. :mwaha
*Blink* I know this game! ...I just don't know how to win...
Oh well...
*Takes a paper and proceeds to use it as a saucer for his tea*
Hmmm... bleh, why not?
*takes a paper and writes "your answer here"*
Nice one, Ronin. :mowgrin
*Looks at Eibbor.*
Hey, you're the official tea bringer! Are you planning to keep that tea all for yourself? We've been very busy with the forum move, I could do with some tea and I'm sure the others would like some too.
*enters the room*
*stares at paper and then thinks*
*exits the room and then returns with a stapler*
*proceeds to start fashioning himself a suit of full paper mail*
I am the prince of paper! Lalalala!
*Walks in, sits down, and looks at the paper. Reading what is written, he then writes his 'answer'*
"An answer can be many different things. It does not have be always based in fact, there can be many differents answers for one question alone. If an answer is required, then a question must be first brought to attention. Once that question has been indentified, then one must do all they can to answer the question with precision."
(I'll bite. I don't get it, but whatever.)
The coon boy stands there, entirely at a loss for words and slightly intimidated by the people in front of him. Looking around the bright room, his ears twitch as he tries to make sense of the place. He approaches the table and picks up a sheet, briefly considering just taking the thing and leaving.
"Is this for a job or something?"
With mounting curiosity, he pulls out an enchanted feather pen from the bag hanging on his side.
"I guess I'll just...fill it out, I guess."
The coon puts the pen to his tongue for a moment and begins the write.
Name: Roureem Egas
Age: Not telling you!
Interests: Treasure, magic, cards
Abilities: Minor-level magic, organization...
(On the back)
-You cannot escape cause and effect.
-Your ambition is followed by a dark shadow.
-Pretending powers when you have none is rude. Actually, rude doesn't begin to cover it.
Maybe more later...
Quote from: Gabi on July 11, 2006, 10:54:44 PM
*Looks at Eibbor.*
Hey, you're the official tea bringer! Are you planning to keep that tea all for yourself? We've been very busy with the forum move, I could do with some tea and I'm sure the others would like some too.
*Bolts upright*
Ma'am! Yes, ma'am!
*Vanishes and reappears with a cart*
We have here, ma'am, mint tea, various green teas, lavender tea, Earl Gray tea, Prince of Wales, and much, much more! What can I offer you, ma'am?
*Extracts a china teacup (With ...oh, shall we say lilies?) from the cart and holds it, ready for orders.*
Anyone who wants tea ought to form a queue behind Gabi!
*looks around* >.> <.< *takes one of the applications and begins to fil it out* *See occupation* Hm.... *puts "Inventor of Sorts" and finishes it, looking for somewhere to put the completed application*
*walks in* Hi everyone... *Takes one*
*doodles where it says write your answer here* I call it, Stick!
I walk into the room and see the paper. I pick up a piece, make an army of 1000 cranes, and then squish them into oblivion while pretending I am Superman. Then I notice the mirrors. I walk up to one and take it down from the wall. I smash it on the floor and use a particularly jagged piece of glass to cut the legs off the table. I cut the tabletop into pieces, then rearrage them, using sharp pieces of glass as connecting pieces, in the shape of Pip. (even including tiny shards of glass for teeth! God is in the details. ^^) Then I set up another mirror next to him so he can admire his reflection. I make him a sailor's hat out of a piece of paper. I give my handiwork a thumbs up and leave the room whistling.
This game is fun. ^^ *Thinks up another situation to propose when this one is exhausted* :mowgrin
*Walks in with a grenade and pulls the pin"
...
......
"WTF? Gay grenade..."
*Grabs paper and begins to make an origami paper-box*
-10 Minutes Later-
*Grenade explodes and everyone is dead*
:mwaha
*walks back in* Er.. anyone know where I put a completed application? << >>
*Poofy enters the room to check up on the applicants and finds a bunch of shrapnel and squishy bits. Sighing, he organizes the squishy bits into several piles. Getting out a blender and several molds, he proceeds to liquefy the piles of squishy bits and pour them into the molds. Given a couple of hours in the freezer, all of the molds shatter to reveal the room's previous inhabitants. Poofy also takes any completed applications remaining from the blast, including Furry Freak's, and stuffs them in a hole behind one of the undamaged mirrors.*
Well, my work is done for the next... 104 seconds.
*Exit stage right*
I should probably mention that my sculpture was my application... for the spot of resident Pip publicist.
*wanders in and promply struts right up to a blank wall. One tab reveals a doorway with forbidding darkness beyond. The winged fox enters and the door closes behind him, leaving no trace it.*
*flies into the room and looks around*
*writes 42 on one of the papers and folds it*
Well, someone had to. :mowtongue
Thank you Poofy. *shifty eyes*
Thank you, Eibbor. *Drinks the tea and smiles.*
This is fun to watch. :3
But Hillary, I'm afraid you walked through the wrong door. Pip isn't here... luckily.
Quote from: Gabi on July 12, 2006, 11:18:31 AM
But Hilary, I'm afraid you walked through the wrong door. Pip isn't here... luckily.
*is confuzzled* But... the sculpture is...
The sculpture is pretty, but did you have to make such a mess in order to sculpt it? Now we only have 3 mirrors left.
Art takes mess! And hey, ya still got the paper. And you can always sabotage the scupture and use the materials for your own devices...
Wow, yu must've superglued that Pip statue or something if my grenade didn't blow it up. 0_o Hey, look, this room has no cieliing... neither does it have a floor... What kind of room doesn't have a floor or cieling? So if there's no cieling or floor, we must be falling, but if we're not falling there must be no gravity. But if we are falling, no one seems to have noticed any wind, so there must not be any air. So either we are falling forever (or at least until we all hit the ground) with no air to breathe, or their is no gravity, you decide... Personally, I would prefer the later, because the other option involves dying one of two ways; asphyxiation, or making a large crater in the ground.
This is true. Also: is there a source of light? 'Cause it's getting pretty dark in that room... :mowgrin
*Throws in an active flashbomb grenade.*
Like that light?
I said "everything else is up to you", so there are as many sources of light as you care to provide.
Quote from: BillBuckner on July 12, 2006, 08:13:39 PM
*Throws in an active flashbomb grenade.*
Like that light?
Perfect. *reads by the light of the grenade*
Ohmigosh. Awesome song lyrics flowing through head. Must write down.
*goes MoW nd hops around the place, munching on random inanimate objects* :mowcookie
*gets gnawed on*
You're scratching my shell... :|
Good thing I'm mow safe. :D
*enters the room*
whats everyone doing in here?
*picks up paper and writes on the back: "ok" *
humm... bit crowded in here...
*Pulls out pencil and draws a door onto the wall, steps back and opens it... walks out into a wild grass field in the middle of summer and sits in the shade of a tree*
Hey cool, can I try?
*Draws a hole in the wall with another pencil and proceeds to walk through it.*
*SMACK!* OW! :cry
*looks through the door back into the room*
Here try with this one *tosses his pencil to Haz*
But then of course .. You got to believe in your self!
or somthing... :sweatdrop *runs away into the field*
*Mumbles to self* I believe, I beleive, I believe. *Then draws another opening* Here I go! *SMACK!* @!&#! :banghead
*Eibbor spreads out a picnic blanket and pours himself some tea. And waits.*
"Yummmm"
*bounces over to Eibbor* Mrr? *pushes an empty cup towards him*
"Heh. I hope you don't mind Earl Grey?" Eibbor says, pouring the mow a cup, "Er... Sugar? Honey? Milk or cream?" He gestures to the assorted condiments.
The Mow tilted its head, then bounced over to the sugar, sniffing it, then nodded, with a happy chittr.
"Heh. Figures." Eibbor grins. "Um. 'Chitter' for one teaspoon-full, 'Mrr' for two, and... um. 'Chitter-mrr' for three, 'Mrr-mrr' for four, and so on."
Gabi sighs.
"I can't believe we've been turned down twice! Is anyone else interested in applying?"
A look of surprise paints Roureem's face and his ears perk up.
"Heh? Everone else has been eliminated?"
*Pops back into the room*
you know its much nicer out there...
*watches haz run into the wall*
Well... some people have it, some people don't ^.^
Quote from: Roureem Egas on July 14, 2006, 02:45:05 PM
A look of surprise paints Roureem's face and his ears perk up.
"Heh? Everone else has been eliminated?"
Not exactly... Things just aren't going as expected.
how did you expect things to go ?
Better, apparently. :rolleyes
I blame the lack of questions on the papers....
I blame the NC TBH :/
Oh, please. What Empire is messing with the core computer the most? :mowtongue
The VS, if anyone, is the main suspect as soon as anything goes wrong. :mwaha
Blame yourself, Itos. You're one of the reasons why it's not going according to specifications.
Told ya, silly NC :P
EDIT: wait a min, this thread is V2 eh ? brb!
EDIT v2: Ahhh so thats it....
Intresting....
Its not going that badly as far as i can tell...
But anyway...
*gets another application form and writes down information on the back...*
"Its allways important to do some research into what ever you are applying to..."
*hands the sheet to Gabi*
*the sheet reads:
Name: Malakin
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Location: UK GMT
Occupation: Student
Intrests: webcomics, fun stuff, sketching, RPs, computer game playing/designing/modding
contact: uhh... PM i guess :P
*
"keep the other one.. use which ever one seems to suit the purpose better.. >.>
Just thought that at least one application from me should be done normally..."
*EDIT: whoops, you cant delete posts >.< so that means i have now double posted.. my bad
*peers into the room*
*vanishes for a few minutes and then returns carrying a new mirror*
*hangs it up, and goes to fetch a table as well*
Well, Gabi, maybe if you just wait some more. ;)
*asks Eibbor_N for a cup of tea and sips it, looking around*
*moves Hilary's art into a corner and adds a few more sheets of paper to the pile*
See you around. :mowwink
*goes out of the room for now*
*Mrrs twice, then looks around* Chittr Chittr Mrr? (Where did the people go?) :mowdizzy
*ITOS takes a new paper and starts to fill it in like he had seen others do. He might not be a 'clever' AI but he was still very complex and able to learn by watching others.*
Name: 7 Itos Atio
Gender: N/A
Age: N/A
Location: EU
Occupation: AI-TOS, MSA
Intrests: Observing, Halo.
Thanks, T_T! :)
Hmm... okay, things keep changing. I guess this has become interesting after all. What we need now is... Azlan. Does anyone know where he is?
Last time i saw him he walked through a door in that blank wall.
*hops around* Mrrrrrr.... (Sleeeppp...)
*Suddenly a copy of malakin appears in the middle of the room.. landing on top of the table sending papers flying everywhere..*
"Heh, whoops." ^.^
*walks over to malakin'Guest' and pokes him.. the guest turns to dust*
"Some one has been tampering with this clone.. Oh well this is why i keep a spare!"
*tidies up all the applications into a pile on the table again and sits down on an imaginary sofa*
Gabi walks in and clears her throat. Since no one turns to look at her, she takes a deep breath and starts speaking in a loud voice.
"We have an announcement to make. There has been a change in the composition of the AP-Team. Ekimoe, Daimien and Kevo Du Brow have been dismissed for inactivity, and subsequently replaced by Gareeku, Eibbor_N and Roureem Egas. Congratulations to the 3 of you, and welcome to the team! And in the case of Eibbor, we would appreciate it (at least I know I would) if he continued sharing tea with the rest of us. Thanks to everyone who participated. You may continue to use this thread for whatever you see fit."
we already have 2 posts for messing around how many more do we need o.o
You can use it for testing random settings, like Hilary suggested.
What's more, she can choose the next setting.
All riiight! :mowcookie
*ahem*
You are sitting in a small room with a round window in one wall. The room is pitching and moving strangely, and you soon recognize the movement--- you're on a ship! Looking out of the porthole, you see fish and sea creatures of various sizes. Next to the far wall is a small cherrywood desk with a quill, ink, and parchment ready for use. In the corner stands a sword, a rather smashing hat with a large feather, and a pair of sturdy leather boots. Other than the comfortable plush armchair you are sitting in currently, there is nothing else. Enjoy yourself...
Man, I'm hungry.... *Haz leaves the room to go find the buffet* What? No one ever said there wasn't a door, and a door isn't inside a room.
Quote from: Gabi on July 15, 2006, 06:03:22 PM
"We have an announcement to make. There has been a change in the composition of the AP-Team. Ekimoe, Daimien and Kevo Du Brow have been dismissed for inactivity, and subsequently replaced by Gareeku, Eibbor_N and Roureem Egas. Congratulations to the 3 of you, and welcome to the team! And in the case of Eibbor, we would appreciate it (at least I know I would) if he continued sharing tea with the rest of us. Thanks to everyone who participated. You may continue to use this thread for whatever you see fit."
A brief 'happy-dance' ensues.
"Ahem. It would, of course, be a pleasure, Gabi." Says Eibbor with a slight bow and a large grin.
And now... On to the next scenario!
Eibbor blinks, and begins to assess the situation. Okay. A boat. Evidently underwater. In a comfortable chair. Uh-huh. The plumed hat catches his eye. Two temptations beckon- the comfortable chair, and the hat. The furry hybrid rises, and almost falls over. He has no sea-legs, and the boats constant rocking sends him stumbling accross the floor until he reaches the hat, grabs it, and fits it firmly on his head.
"Heh. Dashing. I wish I had a mirror."
Malakin stands leaning against a wall..
"Nice hat, ohh a sword.."
He retreaves the sword and swings it about a bit..
Quote from: *HaZ*MaT* on July 16, 2006, 04:15:08 AM
Man, I'm hungry.... *Haz leaves the room to go find the buffet* What? No one ever said there wasn't a door, and a door isn't inside a room.
Yup-- whether there is a door or not is up to you... might you have to do something with that window? And what could the implications of the absence of a door be? Are you a prisoner, perhaps? Muahaha. Ha. Haha. :D
*Haz returns to the room a few minutes later with food in his arms and mouth and pauses in the doorway* [muffled]Anyone else hungry?[/muffled]
"Ahh good food!" *Grabs a Sandwich and takes a bite*
"Ack!" :erk "Peanutbutter and jelly! Yuck!"
*Tosses the Sandwich into the air and it dissapears with a pop*
*Wiping his mouth with his sleeve he looks out the window*
"Ugh," Eibbor mutters, sticking his tongue out. "I can't even think of eating. I think I'm sea-sick..."
He stumbles his way across the room, tripping over the boots as he goes. When he reaches the desk, he begins rooting through the drawers, searching for something interesting.
this is an application, right? how do I install it on windows?
hmm...
*takes a glue stick and the appication, and starts over towards the window*
oh, It's not that kind of application? well, then.
*pulls out a typewriter from back pocket*
man, I gotta get another pair of these cargo khakis.
the answer reads: answers depend on questions. questions depend on one's state of mind. therefore the ultimate answer is to find a telepath. how truthefull said telepath should be depends on how much you want your ego to be bruised.