001: Group Introductions - TEXT

[tarnishedavenger]

[During a lull in the party, Armstrong taps out a quick message to the network. Not that private one, he doesn't trust it. They can answer whenever they like, so long as he gets an answer. The trick would be wording it.]

So, we're all in this for now. You've had your welcome cake, but you can't meet everyone in a party, no matter how hard you try. But, since we've all been encouraged to sign up with Jorgmund, I figured now would be a good time to get some introductions done. Talk about any specialties we might have.

Share information that we feel comfortable sharing. This isn't to pressure anyone or to force out any dark secrets.

[Not where watchful eyes can see, at least.]

Besides, I prefer doing this to making a cute information sharing game.

So, please, make your own threads within this post to keep everything organized.

Comments

[googledox]

I wasn't defining it for you, I was "translating" for everyone else.

I know you have very well-developed vocabulary. It makes you a very charming and engaging conversationalist.

[walkingballpit]

[ It’s really hard to be sarcastic when someone’s being so sincere. Robbie suspects that Querl was genuinely trying to assist in self-translating, but you can’t give a tiger new stripes.

He settles back in his seat and sighs, resigning himself to just surrender the translation point. ]

You know, that’s not entirely fair. Now I’ve suddenly got this reputation to live up to, where I’ve got to be a sparkling conversationalist who can out-banter Spidey and out-sauve Wonder Man. I didn’t stack your previous achievements up against you.

[googledox]

Yet you seem to keep living up to or surpassing my expectations.

[walkingballpit]

[ Robbie has ducked out of frame. ]

You have inconsistently low expectations.

[googledox]

I don't.

But we can stop talking about it. I just wanted to make it abundantly clear that when I have my moments of...not grasping the exact level to which I am understood by others, it's not in question where you're concerned.

[walkingballpit]

Okay, I get it. I know you don’t think I’m stupid for a human. So how bout those Mets?

[googledox]

[Okay, moving on. Clearly he'd made him uncomfortable.]

Is that from one of the various sportballs?

[walkingballpit]

[ It’s a start. Robbie’s sure he’s made this joke, or one like it, before. At least Brainy’s trying to remember things that aren’t science. ]

It’s baseball. They play in New York. We should catch a game someday.

[ Because they’re getting out of here. ]

[partiallysquirrelblood]

[It's a good thing Doreen and Tippy aren't hanging around Robbie and Brainy right this minute. The two boys probably wouldn't appreciate the squeeing.]