Silva

Then the cheese faction turned to goats for the milk.

We have been silent for too long. Time to fix that, as we can't let the Right Hand Regime think they've won. So, introducing, a lefty guide to some of the emojis of Shard: - Looking to the left inconspicuously to try and find a left-handed desk before entering a room. - The look you give people when they say your checks are backwards. - The feeling you get when for once you find a pair a lefty scissors. - Noticing the righty sitting next to you and knowing soon they'll notice the pencil in your dominant hand and ask the question of, "Are you a lefty?" - Relief when they don't ask for once. (We live in hope that this day might come, but will it though?) - When someone assigns you a seat in the middle or right side of a table next to a bunch of righties. - When they assign you to a left end.

Everyone's opinions were vastly different and supported by very varied arguments.

Narrator Silva noted that she knew about that already, but as the poll was tied once more, she refused to vote without knowing what she was getting into from either side, for if Stick remembered, she'd previously stated this:

Narrator Silva asked for his campaign platform.

Hurt David, heal Mizzy. David - 8 Mizzy - 10 Elend - 10 Susebron - 7 Dalinar - 10 Elhokar - 8 Raoden - 9

Eiran took a sip of tea before answering. "Well enough." Neither place was somewhere he could go and still be in a shape to be useful, he knew that and was grateful to an extent for his weakness. "I'll reorganize the evacuation order," he said to Deteca. "Explosion pattern isn't going to work with Ajax being outside of the city. "Invert the fortune cookie" style will likely be more efficient." He nodded to the Ghostblood and stood up. "If anything major changes future-wise, I'll let Deteca know and she can contact you all." Then he picked up his now empty cup and put it in the sink. After a moments internal debate, he washed it to save someone else the bother later.

And pinecones.

...a narwhal with three horns.

Because it's water and the like. My brain protests backwards things apparently.

It was a cabin made of logs, otherwise known as a log cabin, though no one called Xinoeph's cabin that.

17 or 4? 3 or 19? Single digit numbers or double digit numbers? [Your answer to the previous question] or triple digit numbers? To be or not to be? How much crem would a cremling make into cream if a a cremling could make crem into cream? On a scale of 1 to 47, how creepy do you consider the emoticon? And finally, when is Gamora?

*was wondering the same thing* Fun. *wins*

I'm in. Just for some clarification: are you thinking specifically just the Cinematic Universe or including some aspects/characters from the normal Marvel comic universes?

Exacerbate

The journalists wrote an article just about Xino smiling as they had nothing better to do.

Haven't got any macadamia nuts, but I'll give you one and 7/13ths raisins for it.

The disclaimer was long. Eiran read the entire thing anyways and noted down all lines that seemed important as it was possible they'd need to fight a legal case later on. And despite what the disclaimer said, he believed the disclaimer could be used as legal grounds for dispute due to other phraseology of that same disclaimer. Yes, if it came down to court, he'd have lots to give TUBAist lawyers. Lots and lots. “Now, let’s go to finding this Ajax,” Lusk said, looking at Eiran. “Maybe you’d have a hint?” "The future is no replacement for the present, but I'll take a look," he said cryptically. Technically, he couldn't look specifically for Ajax, rather for the danger, which likely was Ajax at the moment. Then again, the Vortex might have been considered a danger more specific to him as Ajax wouldn't be intending to harm Eiran specifically. It's worked before. It should work this time too. Eiran glanced out the window to get a sense as to where the sun was--sometimes, if there wasn't too much distance traveled, he could guesstimate how far he was looking, bit his lip, and looked back to his tea. Deteca asked the DA members some questions, but he tuned them out. Focus was important in letting the mind wander, despite what he'd believed at first. He closed his eyes. Again, not necessary, yet something that still helped. Now where would he be... His instincts told him Ajax would be in the Vortex still. Except, Ajax would expect them to expect that. The next possibility would be in the building, disguised as a person. But Ajax didn't seem like a frontliner. Stop thinking and pushing in your own opinions. he told himself. It'll only bring it farther away. He let his eyes open again and gaze blankly at the cup of tea. After a few moments all thoughts but one left his mind. Ajax wants to harm you. That's what matters. Then...blackness. Or rather, a shadow, Eiran discovered as his view zoomed out. He strained to find anything, see anything that might clue what he was seeing. The shadow was from a structure. Sturdily built with the appearance of being easy to defend. A...bunker? The paranoid built bunkers. And the paranoid tended not to live in the inner city. So the outskirts maybe. Near the edge of the city at least. He didn't spot any civilians, but that might just have been a result of the evacuation. It was possible he was seeing an area after TUBAists got there. This wasn't any use. Then, suddenly his line of sight rushed passed him - zooming through the city and stopping at DIDGERIDOO. He could see himself opening his eyes as one of the DA members smiled wildly. The same one who'd smiled at him earlier and sent him into a full on panic attack. So it was soon. A few seconds in the future--or rather, the present when he stopped looking. Meaning it was outside of the city because TUBA had people evacuating in every one of the sections of the city. Something dangerous was in that bunker. He opened his eyes and the vision fled. The DA member was smiling, just as she had moments before in his mind. "At this moment, there's a bunker," Eiran said to the Ghostblood. "Outside of the city. In it is Ajax or something equally or more dangerous."

I agree. At some point we should have a larger time skip to make this possible. I already push the limits on characters' youth, but even I draw the line at RPing a 5 year old for long stretches of time (though Compile is technically not an average five year old...). That time skip doesn't need to happen right now though. The characters we have in play at the moment are fine and a lot of us don't just want to drop them immediately. Like Sorana suggested, at least a few months might be necessary after the main plot finishes. Some of that could still be RPed so things like Mutare Omnes could still end up where they want it to. TL;DR: Have a long time skip at some point, but it doesn't have to be now.

A teenage girl pulled her hair into a bun to disguise its length. She snuck into the camp of the Short-Haired and left papers spread out all around. Then she escaped before anyone could catch or turn her in. The papers looked like this: Once away, she let her hair back down. It was quite a bit shorter than it had been before--cutting it would do that--but she'd donated enough so that someone else would be able to enjoy the pleasures of hair.

A wandering merchant wanders by, doing her job of wandering in every once in a while. She recalls how last time she intentionally voted for Itiah for president to decrease Ene's lead. This time however, she is unsure who to vote for. It is clear Doomstick will vote for Doomstick and Ene voted for Ene, so evening the score is impossible without spending a ridiculous amount of time calculating who would come upon the thread and who would vote for whom. She decides to do what is technically her job and grant a quest to solve this issure: Whoever writes the catchier campaign slogan and most appealing running platform will recieve one vote. This is a completely arbitrary judgement, so no more clarification or rules will be provided. Besides, it's always humorous to see what's come up with. If one has the better slogan and the other has the better platform...chaos will ensue. Or, you know, the merchant will just flip a coin. Have fun. Also, automatic win condition unless both do it: the word abounding is used twice without looking out of place. Edit because I can't post for another 23 1/2 hours without losing Wandering Merchant status: I mean, don't take forever, but I don't see a real reason to create a finite end time.

Doggiecan wasn't in relation to doggies--rather it was in reference to an invention called the Doggie Can.

More memes because, why not? *notes her profile picture is the background* *wonders if she should add raining angry faces to it*