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Basically this is an IC game where the characters get to ramble about something they associate with what the OC above them has talked about!
This can be anything from really straightforward associations (A talks about Christmas and B proceeds to talk about how they never believed in Santa) or something more vague (Character C talks about their relationship with their parents, character D talks about what their childhood home used to smell like).
The point of this game is to just have fun and get to know your own and other people's characters through their small ramblings!
- Your post can be any length you want! Just keep it short enough other people will have the stamina to read it to pick an association from there for their own OC
- Make sure to claim your spot so nobody will snatch it while you type!
- Your character doesn't have to respond to the character above in any way! However, they can do that if you want.
How this game works:
Character A: [talks something about flowers and how they like roses]
Character B: My father used to own a flower shop and I used to spend a lot time there [description about the shop and things they liked there]
Character C: I love shopping clothes but I don't usually have much money to do that!
Since there is no first post, how about the first poster's character talks about music! (what they like, if they play/sing themselves etc, anything they find relevant)
"Take away your powers? The police tried to take my lovers' powers away. She's the daughter of a rebellion leader and has the ability to see visions. When the police interrogated her and found out that she'd love to team up with her father they...drugged her up and put a chip in her head, then had her shipped to a heavily guarded safehouse in the depths of the wilderness. I can't blame her for having a somewhat...radicalist...view of Central and the police, considering how certain factions have treated her like an enemy not deserving of human rights, even though her only crimes have been ideological ones and she's never hurt a fly but anyhow yea, they put a chip in her head and it suppressed her ability to see visions. It was augmented with a second, more experimental remote-controlled self-destruct chip, just in case some radicalist group did manage to steal her from police custody. Guess what, we got her back anyway, deactivated the chip and...proceeded to, step-by-step, fulfill all of the police's worst fears. Last I saw she was laughing with her dad in the courtyard. They have a lot of catching up to do...she's finally safe and happy but alas I can no longer say that she's innocent or has never hurt a fly, seeing the kind of things that her visions are used for."
"No kidding! You know, my brother is something of a rebel, too. Well, actually, he's a terrorist. A world-class terrorist, at that! He calls his group 'freedom fighters,' but really, a rose by any other name, right? I just want him to come home safe, I've barely seen him since he was kidnapped ten years ago. We all thought he was dead! And then he shows up almost a decade later saying he's gonna change the world through force! I couldn't believe it! I don't believe in terrorism and hurting innocent people just to make a point, but he's my brother, you know, so I can't really turn him in. Who knows what the authorities would do to him! So now I'm stuck keeping his secret identity, and I'm not a fan of keeping secrets from people - especially because I'm friends with some of the people that are hunting him down! It's really put me in a tight spot, you know! I've tried convincing him to stop this nonsense and just come home and return to his life, but... I think whatever happened to him when he was kidnapped, he can't let it go... He's not out for change, not really. He's out for revenge."
"Ya know" Veritas started off as he always did. With that ringing rhetorical question that he never allowed anyone to respond to as he had already started his next bit of conversation "When I was young an a fool I had gotten brought up in a rough crowd too. Dad insisted that me at 15 pay rent. So of course my dumbass thought a fight ring would get me enough money. At first, the folks running it thought, 'OH A KID! Give him some money for his first round. Let em win. Bring em back to get their shit pushed in' yeah?" He made some rotating motions with his hand before punching his hand down and pulling it back up in a balled fist like he was starting a mower "Que me beating some poor dude's face to a pulp, an the people running the show thinking the other dude did a very nice dive"
He gave a hearty laugh, taking a small sip from his drink "SO NEXT DAY COMES AROUND! Biggest fuckin dude I ever seen rolls up an looks down as me scowlin back up at him like 'ya wanna go bitch?' AN THE FUCKER SAID 'You fink dat a little un is gonna even last a second?' causing the whole ring ta laugh. WELL THE ASSHOLE DIDN'T SEE IT COMIN WHEN A SWIFT KICK TO THE NUTS AND A KNEE TO THE FACE TOOK EM OUT! Next thing I know I got a hundred bucks due to lost bets. An mind ya this was the 1900's. 100 Bucks could buy ya a fuckin car an meal. So obviously I bought a fuckin gold chain fer a pocket watch I'd never get"
"Ah. I'm sure that was quite the experience for you two. Though I'm not certain the ones in charge of the place had such as fun of a time.. Excuse me for ruining the fun, it's just that bar fights happen all too often where I work. The casino is full of characters. Some are good, some are bad. Unfortunately, those bad ones also happen to enjoy having a drink or two.. or five. Ones that they can't handle. Of course I stop serving them when I believe action is necessary, but by then they're already trying to pick a fight with anyone in the room, and especially me for denying said service. A few times I've had to escort them out myself which is.. not pleasant..." He sighed, briefly running a hand through his hair to fix any stray strands. "To make it worse, when I was relatively new to the job my boss was watching it go down one time. He's a good guy, great even, but having him watch me deal with a problematic customer was nerve racking to say the least. Seeing as I'm still here, I suppose he was pleased with what I did, but despite working here for years and being quite used to the responsibilities of a bartender I'd have to say if that ever happened again I don't believe I'd feel any calmer. Some people are not as predictable as they seem, after all."
"HOW FASCINATING, TO BE ABLE TO EXPERIENCE THE COSMOS FOR YOURSELF."
Pandora's synthetic speech fails to convey the level of interest that has been garnered.
"I AM BOUND, TO MY KNOWLEDGE, TO THE PLANET EARTH. I DO NOT BELIEVE AT THIS TIME LEAVING THE ATMOSPHERE IS ACCESSABLE TO ME, AS THAT IS RESERVED FOR SELECT INDIVIDUALS. CONTRARY TO THAT, HOWEVER, I DO NOT REQUIRE OXYGEN AS THEY DO. IT'S AMUSING, IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT. ALTHOUGH, UNCERTAINTY OFTEN INTERFERES WITH MY PROCESSING TIME, SO I CAN UNDERSTAND LEAVING THAT BEHIND FOR STABILITY. DID YOU HAVE FUN? YOU MUST HAVE ENTERTAINING STORIES TO TELL!"
An honest smile breaks out on the scientist's glowing face. And, can you blame xer? Here is one of the most memorable AIs xe has ever had the pleasure of encountering, and xe has even caught her in a conversation about the cosmos!
"You're far from alone in being planet-bound! It takes a lotta explosions and a lotta dollars to reach the stars- and I can only reliably get my hands on one of those, eheh. I remember feeling like the night sky had betrayed me, when I realized just how much damn math it takes to escape our little cosmic dot. A youth spent drunk on science fiction and starry-eyed futurism, and- what, you mean I can't leave this rock until I'm a billionaire? -I can't stay mad at the night sky, though. Have you seen that thing? Really, really seen it?"
Xer gaze drifts upwards, with a barely-contained wanderlust. "I wish my eyes were telescopes, that they could fwashzoom in and retain the infrared radiation of the galaxies. I grew up in cowboy country- where all we had was miles of desert, a couple'a nuke test sites, and the darkest, most gorgeous skies imaginable. I've stepped foot in a city since then, and- y'know what, screw sliced bread and paved roads, I don't know how people can live under a starless sky. And yet- honestly, I don't think my spot of desert dark was even enough? Not for the cosmos. My friends call me sap because I started crying like a dumb, embarrassing baby when the images from the James Webb Telescope got released. I'll cry again, damn you. I don't know how there are people who aren't in love with the universe."
I’m not sure what some of….well, what any of that means; but I like reading science fiction novels! My girlfriend and I bonded over reading. My favorite SciFi novel has got to be “Confessions of an ET”, but I love them all. When I become a great writer, I want to write a science fiction novel, with squid people, and fighter jets, and flying cars!
…But I also have 37 drafts in my Google drive that have been collecting dust.
Y’know what? Those can wait. I’m definitely gonna have the motivation to finish this project!
"Hey, flying cars are common here. To be honest, it feels janky for me and I get dizzy when I tried piloting one. I prefer old cars myself, and I love the curves and style of a thousand year old car. If it sounds weird, I'm actually from the future... uh.. just ignore this old timey clothes because I love them more than monochromatic, shiny, dangly clothes people wear in my time. Whatever you wrote in your sci fi novel are real in my era, unfortunately, it was worse than what you expect. Evil AI, Corrupt Corporations, criminals, everything you see in stories what you call 'cyberpunk'. Less aliens and space troopers, more robots and technology... At least I have these fancy tech I have, where I got it? It's a long story. And drinking fountains, you don't drink them free anymore because of corporate takeover on every necessities!" Attila waves his hands around "I'm talking about an underground megacity somewhere in Earth, my hometown is pretty much OK however, no paid drinking water and all flapper jacks corporates come to."
The curator sat at an antiquated chair, crossed his legs. "I'm more of a musical person than a sci fi person. I watched tons of it, even from the past eras. I would say, you gotta see musical once in your life. I'm sure you have watch some in the past, but you might don't realize it. I have a lot of musicals in my computer, it's more entertaining and creative juices flow from the costumes to props. People still do musicals in the future, quite underground but it just doesn't die despite the dependence of AI and automation taking over."
"Les comédies musicales me sont très familières. Je le sais, car je suis un fan de nombreuses comédies musicales européennes et je suis un acteur de plusieurs comédies musicales produites ici. [Musicals are very familiar to me. I know this because I am a fan of many European musicals and I am an actor in several musicals produced here.]" Desrosiers says with a hint of confidence from knowing what they do. "J'ai joué Mozart et Salieri à différents moments dans Mozart L'opéra Rock, M. Valenod dans Le Rouge et le Noir L'opéra Rock, j'étais Mrs. Danvers et aussi Maxim de Winter dans Rebecca das Musical, La Mort dans Elisabeth das Musical quand il a été produit à Paris... J'ai joué de nombreux rôles dans des comédies musicales. [I played Mozart and Salieri at different times in Mozart L'opéra Rock, Mr. Valenod in Le Rouge et le Noir L'opéra Rock, I was Mrs. Danvers and also Maxim de Winter in Rebecca das Musical, Der Tod in Elisabeth das Musical when it was produced in Paris... I played many roles in musicals]" Their tail sways slowly before they shifted their seat on the sofa to be more comfortable.
"Pensez-vous que quelqu'un comme moi ne tiendrait pas un blog sur Tumblr sur le fait que j'écris beaucoup sur Benvolio et Mercutio allant à un rendez-vous avec Tybalt ? Qu'en est-il des cosplays que j'ai réalisés pour les rôles que j'ai joués et pour d'autres personnages ? Les articles sur les raisons pour lesquelles je pense que la mort aurait une mauvaise influence sur Julien Sorel, Antonio Salieri, Wolfgang Mozart et Mme Danvers ? Et le fanart du fantôme de Rebecca de Winter qui est la petite amie toxique de la seconde femme de Maxim ? J'ai également analysé les personnages de mes comédies musicales préférées sur mon blog Tumblr. [Do you think someone like me wouldn't be running a blog on Tumblr about how much I write about Benvolio and Mercutio going on a date with Tybalt? What about the cosplays I've made of the roles I've been in and of other characters? The writings on why I think Death would be a bad influence on the likes of Julien Sorel, Antonio Salieri, Wolfgang Mozart and Mrs. Danvers? What about the fanart of Rebecca de Winter's ghost being a toxic girlfriend to Maxim's second wife? I've made character analyses as well on the characters of my favorite musicals on my Tumblr blog.]" The theater actor makes an innocently angelic, yet mischievously demonic grin. "Vous pensez que je ne pourrais pas faire tout ça ? En plus de mes études de médecine ? Je peux continuer à faire ce que j'aime tout en réalisant un rêve qui est autre chose. [You think I couldn't do all that? In addition to medical school? I can continue to do what I love while fulfilling a dream that is something else.]"
"Ah, Tumblr. I used to run a really popular page about children's books. You'd think a lot of people using Tumblr are younger, but they really aren't! There's all kinds of people on there! I generally would post a page or two, a summary, a link... OH! And a review, of course. At some point though it shifted into other kinds of books, but people got a little mad about that. So I made a new one for other books... but then that one never really took off. So I just stopped posting for a bit. I do still upload a new children's book every month - you know, since I teach kids I still read the newest kid's stories. There was this recent one about a dragon, no, a witch? Am I mixing them up... No matter! I read a book the kids liked and posted it! That's kinda all I do on there. I shouldn't take up too much of your time, if you'd like maybe we could grab a coffee and keep talking about it? I love talking about my work and no one really listens. And I have SO. MANY. OPINIONS. On books. I still spend most nights reading until well after I should have gone to bed. Bad habit. Oh! I was going to stop talking before this. Whoopsies! Nice talking to you!"
The large grey dragon looked at the humanoid with interest, his ears slightly flapping a bit from a tad bit of happiness.
"Oh, I just love books! I especially love writing them, I've been working on some for quite some time! I mean, maybe some of them aren't good ideas, but I think some effort in them can go a long way! I absolutely adore writing Fantasy and Adventure books, it's so fun! Getting to create characters, write about their journeys and relationships, and the world they live in! It's such fun to make anything involving Fantasy, and I just love writing those kinds of stories!" The dragon said, before soon realizing he should probably stop before he went deeper into his ramble.
"Sorry, I don't want to take up too much of your time! Go ahead, share what you'd like!" He said, lowering his ears out of embarrassment.