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Post by SV on Sept 7, 2010 1:52:54 GMT -5
It is just before noon. A young woman is recumbent on her bed, in what appears to be a fairly well maintained but still pitiably small dorm room. What clutter there is consists mainly of BOOKS and GRAPE SODA cans, both unopened and empty. A small calendar reassures you that today is no day of particular import. Yet, anyway.
An alarm clock is going off. Perhaps the recumbent young woman would be more inclined (was that a PUN?) to turn it off if she remembered what her name was.
What was her name, again?I might draw the room if I figure out how to be artistic soon. Don't expect greatness. Or illustrations.
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Post by SV on Sept 27, 2010 22:56:45 GMT -5
That's right! Your name is and has always been HIGH-STRUNG FUSSPOT. You come from a long line of FUSSPOTS. You love the name HIGH-STRUNG FUSSPOT. You believe it truly captures your essence, the very fiber of your being, the core of all that is you and you, the core of all that is...
FUSSPOT.
Only not.
Wise-ass.You are certain that this is not your name, though is strikes you as being almost eerily familiar...Ahahaha. Ha. Haha. You are beyond sure that you are not LADY GAGA. Someone of your poise and...composure...and reserve...would never identify with one so extravagant and whimsical and secret-phallus-toting-y. No, you are content to very secretly be a fan of Lady Gaga. That is all. Your name is ELIZA JOYCE. According to the small calendar above your head, it is still not a day of great import. Your interests are not few and sort of vague. You enjoy literature, English, and words, and combinations of those things like writing and stuff like that. You are probably way better at these things than you give yourself credit for. You are an aspiring author, which might be way more attainable a goal than you suspect. You also happen to have a penchant for psychology, biology, stereotypically feminine things like cooking and decorating and stuff, music, and games. You could probably think of more stuff if pressed, but you're still in bed and now's not the time.
You have, however, finally affected something resembling consciousness. An alarm clock is going off. Your roommate appears to be absent. What will you do?
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Post by Beelzebibble on Feb 21, 2011 19:21:59 GMT -5
And then, meteors happened.
But we really liked you, so we reach a collective decision not to be dicks about it this time and to steer clear of the SBaHJ references.
Or maybe we're just burned out as far as those go.
Anyway, you... probably were aboard a rocket ship the whole time. Heading to Saturn. So you probably escaped the Reckoning. Probably. Let's call that maybe!canon and then call it a day.
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