"Oh my, I love your costume!" Grace commented in an oblivious way, wearing her usual smiling face. "Is it for a play? What is it about?"
Posts here are 3-5 sentences!
We've got games with lots of writing, and some with little writing, so how about... m-medium?
Same as the original game!
Your character gets to say one (1) thing to the character above.
What is it?
Is it a simple insult? A small thank you? A love confession?
Ex:
OC 1: (exists)
OC 2: She was in awe as she gazed at the splendor of the first person, only able to mumble, "I love your outfit." She blushed. How embarrassing.
OC 3: "Hey! You're really smart, aren't you? Can you build this?!"
OC 4: "How dull." He turned away with a scoff and crossed his arms. He wouldn't say anything else.
Rules:
- This is an IC game! Please reply with your character's thoughts and reaction!
- Your post MUST be 3-5 sentences! Nothing more, nothing less (This includes any sentence in between dialogue!)
- Don't be mega rude or lewd.
- This is still a low effort game! Please don't write too much and don't expect a lot written back!
- You can post every two people, unless 5 days have passed.
- Follow-ups aren't required, it's up to you to decide if you want to write one or not. They don't have to be 3-5 sentences long, either.
Don't want to write a few sentences? Try out these games!
One Sentence Limit: [x]
Unlimited Sentence Limit: [x] [x]
STRIKE SYSTEM
1 strike per rule break
3 strikes = 3 day cooldown
Editing comments within 3 days of the post can remove the strike
You don't have to delete the comment unless it breaks the waiting rule, simply edit the comment into 3-5 sentences
Going 5 days without another rule break results in a strike removed
Posting in the thread when under cooldown results in a warning then a ban
"Miss Grace!" Zinnia beamed, clasping her hands together and maintaining her grin.
"I brought extra money! How about I get you something with that tea this time?"
Ciri charges at the small box in front of zinnia and lands on top of it
hey listen ...
She pauses and glares at the fourth wall for a moment
Hey, I know you just found these, but they're my personal collection of sweets. Can you put them back where you found them? because I can't actually lift this box
"A God?" He barked out a laughter while kneeling a bit to get more at her eye height. Belittling, Roswell's favorite hobby, beside stealing of course. "Yer canny reach the highest shelf in the kitchen without dos wings of yers," he pestered.
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Roswell pressed both his hands in his sides while staring wide eyed at the trick. Called him impressed, and not only him. Most Kraker's crawled out of the Chapel like feral spider monkeys, the rooftops, the camel stable, the square Krakers gathered to stare wide eyed at these cool party tricks. And while most Kraker's didn't understand why someone as cool as Felix would do such a display for their ratty leidsman, they didn't complain, they were happy Felix did. They hailed him as a hero.
"Hey," Saturn called, jerking his head upward in a slightly condescending way. "You, over there."
It wouldn't kill you to have some respect for a change.
"You look like a very nice person; someone who I would definitely want to be friends with, and someone who totally wouldn't be willing to do suspicious things behind everyone else's backs."
He didn't make any sort of attempt to conceal his sarcasm.
"You think you're hot stuff, huh?" Philomena chuffed at the shorter anthromorphic planet.
"Well, guess what, you aren't. Ol' Saturn might as well consider himself a mere planetesimal."
Blou aimed her beady eyes on Philomena. She blinked a couple of times before she repeated: "Hot stuff, hot stuff," her voice early familiar too Philomena's voice. "Hot stúuuff,". Blou clapped her wings before satisfied fold them back up.
--
Blou stared at the phone as she cocked her head. "Ding!" she just mimiced the sound of the tram-bell. Why? Who knows...
"Colorful turkey. Ya showered under the rainbow?" Ruimte say before sit down to take a look at Blou.
Coool, they're moving and making sound.
He folded his hand under chin while taking out phone to take their a picture "No potato chips with me now. But I know ya breed, from Rio right?"
"I can feel your... hands..." Odette wasn't sure, actually. "I can feel your hands on my necklace, so stop, please -- this is your only warning, really, and goodness, don't you know not to take advantage of a blind woman?"
Odette reached around, grabbing onto the jeweled amulet of her necklace, and turning to face the other party, but alas, not looking down at her. "Leave me, please."
"I would rather not impose them onto other people, as you say -- they're a girlish thing, a child's collection, but they are quite soft, so that's really the only reason I keep them around." Odette was genuinely weak for plush things -- hair, pillows, stuffed bears...
She leaned back in her seat, her hands folded in her lap, the corner of her lip quirking ever so slightly into a frown. Her brother, huh? "Yes, thank goodness, sir," she responded, "It's for the best that he is in exile, and will hopefully not return to us in Sauveterre, or in any of the territories, really... But, as for me, I will admit that I like my privacy. I wish more noblemen did."
Despite Johnson's less kindly outwardly demeanor, Penny still decided that he could be a potential friend; however, without caution, she bolted away from her father so she could speak with the man.
"Hi, I'm Penny! I'm, uh, one, two...this many!" the toddler squeaked, briefly counting her fingers before holding up three of them. After pausing to think, she abruptly shifted the subject, pointing at his purple-tinted coat,
"I like your buh...buh...bubble dress."
Tazzi was not good with children, but although she’d never admit it, they were kinda cute; at least when they weren’t crying.
“H-Hey there, kid,” she said, offering a slight, awkward smile and giving Penelope a tiny pat on the head in greeting. “Uh...wanna see a magic trick?” Lifting a hand, she reached out with the force and hovered one lightsaber above her palm, glancing down at Penelope with a tilt of her head, curious to see her reaction. Usually children enjoyed seeing her levitate things - Tazzi even lifted a few of them up per their request. Kids were weird.
Tazzi smiled, recognizing the tall man from their last encounter. “Heh, doing alright. Hopefully you are too,” she said, taking a seat and resting her hand on her chin leisurely. I’sen, from their brief interaction before, was an easy person to talk to, and get along with. And his music was quite nice to listen to. As he spoke of the song, her eyes brightened and she nodded. “Sure thing. You know, I have a ukulele on my ship that I mess around on once and a while, maybe I can play you something to return the favor sometime.”