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

[somnioergosum]

The Christian God. Capital G. The one whose name you're not supposed to say.

[bringinghopewithme]

Huh.

[he's not sure if it's smart to admit this or not, but if he doesn't admit it, he'll just look like he doesn't know what he's talking about, and since he's talking about himself that won't do. ]

Tell you the truth, anything that happened before the early 1900's, I'm drawing a blank on.

I think most of my memories are missing. Could be because they took me away from my team. Tooth's the Guardian of Memory. She could have been working on us all this time to help us keep ours.

One more reason I'd rather have her around. No offense.

[somnioergosum]

You'll know when you've offended me. I'd rather have her around too if I were you.

[How to Win Friends and Influence People by Ronan Lynch. Though he actually does feel bad. As someone with his own soft spots, he doesn't want to go poking others', not when they've given him no reason to.]

Maybe she'll show up here or they'll come back some other way.

[Ways it wouldn't be smart to say where their oh so benevolent employer can see.]

[bringinghopewithme]

All the same, I'd rather they stay where they are.

[no, he'd rather they bring outside force against this corporate hellscape and get the dang bomb off his back, but he's not going to admit that where everyone can see.]

What about you, what's your story? I don't get to talk to many adults. You lot usually can't even see me.

[somnioergosum]

[Ronan fights the urge to bristle like the porcupine he is. He's already had this conversation and it didn't go well when he jumped to conclusions. Time to try and calm down a bit. This is supposedly the God damn Easter bunny. You don't (try to) piss off someone who gives kids chocolate.]

I lived on a farm full of wonder, beauty, and lots of manure. Then I grew up.

[That's the incredibly abbreviated version, leaving out pretty much everything important.]

I never saw you. My parents always gave me the chocolate and hid all the eggs.

[bringinghopewithme]

Well you likely weren't ever gonna. Parents add their own chocolate and eggs all the time, and it's not my job to be seen.

I'm guessing the growing up was less wonderful?

[somnioergosum]

Fair enough.

[He wants to believe there's some magic out there he hasn't discovered yet. That's why he keeps getting into trouble.]

Growing up usually is.