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  • I've noticed there have been alot of games on the forums so i decided to make my own. It's a roleplay game (no reference intended). Choose your character, make up the plot, you can do whatever you want, but no love triangle drama plz. 

    Here are character roles:

    Mordecai - LudwigVonKoopa22

    Rigby - JoPo

    Benson - Gallibon the Destroyer

    Pops

    Skips - JoPo

    Muscle Man - JackTheRipper5210

    High Five Ghost - Gallibon the Destroyer

    Starla

    Margaret - PaulAgnew

    Eileen

    CJ - I am a sad man

    Low Five Ghost - LudwigVonKoopa22

    Thomas - Sagittarius

    If you want to be any character who isn't on the list, just ask to be them and i'll definitely consider it. So if you want to be, say Death, that's fine. Just NO LOVE TRIANGLE DRAMA. THAT'S THE GOLDEN RULE. So yeah just ask to be a character and i'll add your name, but check the list before auditioning.

    There are no rules, except you cant bully, spam or start shipping wars/love triangle drama (seriously, i'm getting sick of mentioning it on this post). If you break a rule 3 times, which i sincerely hope i wont have to deal with, you will be disqualified from the RP.

    Any remaining characters will be deleted.

    So, have fun. I'm Mordecai, you can choose your character. RP starts on October 29th because only 4 people have been added.

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    • Rigby.

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    • Slight character changes. Adding CJ and Low Five Ghost

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    • Benson.

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    • By "choose your character", do you mean users are limited to only one character?

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    • PaulAgnew wrote:
      By "choose your character", do you mean users are limited to only one character?

      Yes.

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    • JoPo wrote:
      PaulAgnew wrote:
      By "choose your character", do you mean users are limited to only one character?
      Yes.

      Thanks for clearing that up.

      In that case, I'll choose Margaret. And as for the "No Love Triangle Drama" rule, that suits me just fine. :)

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    • PaulAgnew wrote:
      JoPo wrote:
      PaulAgnew wrote:
      By "choose your character", do you mean users are limited to only one character?
      Yes.
      Thanks for clearing that up.

      In that case, I'll choose Margaret. And as for the "No Love Triangle Drama" rule, that suits me just fine. :)

      You're being added.

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    • I'll choose CJ.

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    • LudwigVonKoopa22 wrote: You're being added.

      Kudos. Did you or anyone else have any ideas on when the game would be set chronologically? For instance, are the characters in their Season 1-2 personas, or more recent? Or is this a completely original universe?

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    • PaulAgnew wrote:

      LudwigVonKoopa22 wrote: You're being added.

      Kudos. Did you or anyone else have any ideas on when the game would be set chronologically? For instance, are the characters in their Season 1-2 personas, or more recent? Or is this a completely original universe?

      This is an original universe. If you want to decide for instance, HFG quicks his job, thats fine.

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    • I am a sad man wrote:
      I'll choose CJ.

      You have been added to the list.

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    • Wait, will it take place in the forum or chat?

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    • I am a sad man wrote:
      Wait, will it take place in the forum or chat?

      Forums

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    • I am a sad man wrote:
      Wait, will it take place in the forum or chat?

      It will take place on this very thread.

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    • UPDATE: Due to the lack of people, you can select another character! Im gonna be low fives aswell.

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    • In that case, I'll also be Skips. 

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    • I'll also be High-Five Ghost.

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    • When does the roleplay start today?????????? It's been 5 hours, and TTOTPV has aired already

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    • ^^

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    • I am a sad man wrote:
      When does the roleplay start today?????????? It's been 5 hours, and TTOTPV has aired already

      Oh jesus. I thought i'd set it to start October 31st.

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    • Mordecai and Rigby are playing video games.

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    • (as Mordecai) dude this game sucks!

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    • Remaining character have been removed.

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    • Rigby: Even my game beats this! (referring to Birthday Gift)

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    • (Mordecai and Rigby go to their Game store) (as Mordecai) We want our money back! (Gets money  back)

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    • Rigby: Dude! I'm so surprised! Something normal usually happens when we want a refund! (they walk into Skips outside)

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    • Skips: What are you guys doing here? This is Immortals Only!

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    • (as Mordecai) Oh, sorry.

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    • Skips: No! You don't understand! I've seen this before! Back with an old co-worker called Tim! He came to this very area to get his money back for a book! But after that, all of his friends betrayed him! Including me. I don't know what happened for us to betray him, but you'd better get back to the park! Quick!

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    • CJ: (CJ approaches the three, overhearing what they said) Why don't you guys buy the copy of the video game you refunded? It's better than getting betrayed by all of us.

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    • Wait, could we make a plot for this, like this: Mordecai and Rigby refunds a video game, but Skips runs into them and imforms them that they would be betrayed by all of their friends, then CJ overhears them and says that they could buy the exact copy of the game, but a person buys the exact copy of the game, and 1 invasion later, they found out that all the other copies of the game were 99.99% glitch-free, and the copy Mordecai and Rigby got was littered with glitches and is made of 3% antimatter, and that a person plans to convert it into antimatter, and throw it in the North American tectonic plate, destroying North America, and exposing the crust to the mantle. the four embark on a journey to find the location of the antimatter converter and get one of their eyes ruptured in the process. Yes it does not make sense since this is me who made this story.

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    • Rigby: Wait! We can do that?

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    • CJ: It could be possible, but you might need the exact copy of the game for......... (sees man take exact copy) Wait, is that the exact copy of the game?

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    • Benson: (storms in) What the heck is going on here?!

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    • Skips: Look! Why are we all still arguing? You guys are not allowed here! It's a trap!

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    • (Several hours ago) 

      The tranquillity of the dimly-lit bedroom was shattered by the piercing screech of a small electronic alarm clock. Groaning at the sudden and uninvited clamour, a red feathered wing reached out from under light cream bedsheets and fumbled with the infernal device. By pure luck, the index finger made contact with the ‘off’ switch.

      Margaret slowly pulled herself away from the comfortable bed, yawning and stretching both wings above her head. Her body resisted each move, fighting to return back to the bed for at least a few more hours of much needed sleep. Unfortunately her mind, while still partly foggy, knew there were far more important responsibilities needing to be done. She eventually stood up, discarded her blue pyjamas, and threw on some light clothes to begin the day.

      After brushing her beak and checking to make sure her uniform was packed, Margaret slung a black ‘Fist Pump’ brand backpack over her left shoulder. She carefully made her way past the nearby closed bedroom door, attempting not to wake her close friend and housemate. A few days prior, Eileen’s allergies flared up, leaving the poor mole bedridden. And without her around, it would make the following day of work difficult.

      Silently locking the front door, she adjusted the speakers on her head, and switched on a small music playing device. The morning temperature was warm, and with the shop a relatively short distance away, made for a perfect walk.

      The past few weeks for Margaret had been one roller-coaster ride after another. Upon returning from what, for all intents and purposes, should have been her dream college, the city she knew and loved had changed. Normally change can be viewed as a positive way of life, but for her, this had certainly not turned out for the better. The move to an outer state college proved to be a misstep, and all her friends had moved on with their lives. They still recognised her, nor did she expect everything to be exactly identical, but it had begun to feel as though she didn’t know anyone anymore. Not to mention the whole ordeal with Jackie Carmichael.

      It was not all doom and gloom though. She was grateful to still have Eileen as a friend, not to mention her ever supportive parents.

      And while the latter pair were understanding and supportive, other problems swiftly arose. For a start, the terms of her internship at Channel 6 meant they were under no obligation to pay her beyond a small allowance for travel and food. It would have been easy to live off her parents’ income, but she desired not to. Margaret had seen (and even contributed to) reports of jobless young adults siphoning from their parents or rorting the benefits systems, and at her age, was desperate not to follow down that path.

      With money in short supply, and no other jobs around, Margaret had decided to pick up where she left off and return to the Coffee Shop. It wasn’t exactly the future she had envisioned, but at least she had this opportunity. Shortly before leaving many months ago, the Manager surprisingly contemplated her for the years of hard and diligent work, even going so far to say there would always be a place for her at the shop should her career not work out. It was an offer Margaret initially acknowledged, and once more accepted.

      Briskly walking to the sounds of a favourite tune , she turned and peered through the iron bar fence of the Park. It would be easier (and quicker) to make a short cut through the grounds, but given the history between her and the establishment, not to mention its workers, decided against doing so.

      She eventually made her way to the Coffee Shop, swiftly unlocking the front door before stepping inside. Her subsequent routine had almost become natural instinct, moving from one task to the next as if like clockwork. Setting up the chairs, clean the coffee filters, double check if there were enough supplies for the day, change into her uniform, every detail thoroughly taken care of within a short period of time.

      With a few minutes left to kill, Margaret made a coffee and two slices of buttered raisin toast for herself. It was hardly the breakfast of champions, but time was of the essence. Should it be a slow day, she’d have plenty of time for another slice, or a well-rounded lunch later in the day. However, her experience working at the shop had taught one valuable lesson she later took on board for life in general; expect the unexpected.

      There was barely enough time to finish scarfing down the last of her toast before the first customer made their way through the door. He was shortly followed by another. And another. Before she had time to take his order, it seemed as though the whole shop was alive with grumbling customers with bloodshot eyes and a distinct lack of manners. They were eager to get their breakfast and make a beeline for work with little regard for anyone else. Adjusting her expectations, Margaret realised it was going to be an incredibly long day.

      The hours slowly rolled on, as did the customers. When each large crowd were content with their meals and were on their way out, an equally massive group replaced them. It wasn’t until after lunch that the flow of people began to slow down, and eventually leave the store empty. Wiping her brow, Margaret sighed and slumped onto a stool, her first chance of sitting down upon arrival. She had almost forgotten how physically demanding her job could be, and if the morning was any indication, the afternoon was going to be just as bad. She had no idea how long this period of quiet serenity would last, but she’d take it. After catching her breath, she stood up, walked into the kitchen, and proceeded to make a simple salad sandwich.

      Upon completion, Margaret wistfully took her sandwich and stared out a nearby window, hoping the day would pass a little quicker. It was at this point she began to regret not cutting through the Park, even though it would have meant being late. At the very least, she would have seen a familiar face or two. Someone nice who acknowledged her existence and recognised her beyond being a simple coffee girl with an unfortunately notorious history of relationships.

      Maybe Mordecai and Rigby will call in later today. They were always cheerful about something, usually recounting one of their bizarre adventures. She could use a happy story right about now...

      (I’m not sure if anyone had specific ideas for making the game an alternate reality, but seeing as there’s a reference to ‘Birthday Gift’, I figured at least some episodes still happened. To go along with this, I’ve thrown in a few vague references to Margaret’s history, in particular ‘Local News Legend’. Since players are now able to control two characters, I would eagerly jump at the chance to play as Eileen as well, but will leave it for a few more days in case someone else wants her.)

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    • We then cut back to the area.

      Rigby: Mordecai! Lets get out of here! Morde-Mordecai? Guys! Where did Mordecai go?

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    • Skips: He took my advice and left an hour ago!

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    • CJ: He took the golf cart! Get to that conveniently placed Hip over there! Wait, does anybody know how to fly a helicopter? (Gets hit in the face with a flyer, it reads: rent Hip for 100,000 USD. P.S.,you won't get your security deposit back .) Never mind, just get in my car or Benson's.

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    • Mordecai: Im over here!

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    • Rigby: Oh. (the guys start running away from the immortals-only area)

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    • Meanwhile…

      The afternoon passed with relatively minor fuss. In comparison to the morning rush, it was quiet. Too quiet for Margaret’s liking. While she appreciated the change in atmosphere, the place felt cold and lifeless without Eileen. Not only to help alleviate the workload, but also keep her company. Eileen was the epitome of a true and trusted friend Margaret could confide in and talk with about anything without feeling used or taken advantage of.

      In an attempt to pass the time, Margaret made her way back to the counter and reached for a draw under the cash register. A brief rummage yielded the item she sought; a remote control. Keeping the television on ‘mute’ in case any of the customers started complaining, she cycled through channel after channel for anything of interest.

      If Margaret had any hopes for a pleasant and engaging program, they were demolished without haste; a rival news program host complaining about some upcoming movie’s fanbase, the search for someone who created a popular dance decades ago, and endless commercials for superficial objects forgotten long after death. It was almost enough for her to throw the remote at a wall in disgust.

      The familiar ring of the shop’s doorbell immediately took her attention. Several new customers made their way down the staircase. A family from the look of things, with the parents dressed in high end suits while the kids pranced around under their feet in costumes. Before Margaret could greet them, the older man pompously declared their arrival. His partner ran a finger across the closest table, grimacing in disgust at the relatively minor layer of dust. Margaret was about to sigh, but reconsidered. Any customer was better than none, and it meant more income for the shop. If their initial appearance were any indication however, it was not going to be a pleasant experience…

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    • 1 MINUTE LATER!

      CJ then flew away to the coffee shop, and landed at the entrance of the coffee shop. She then opened the door and said, "Could I get an espresso?"

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    • Could I...Uh... Maybe have the role of Thomas? I know he left and all that stuff but maybe he could be visiting the park :)

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    • Sagittarius Beefcake wrote:
      Could I...Uh... Maybe have the role of Thomas? I know he left and all that stuff but maybe he could be visiting the park :)

      Sure.

      (Sorry about inactivity, been pretty busy and was recently made Admin on a different wiki)

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    • ]Margaret made a concerted effort not to bite her tongue while taking their orders. The older gentleman took control of what his family were going to eat, while the woman, presumably the mother, scoffed at the menu. Evidently the food wasn’t up to her standard, and that left Margaret to briefly think why they’d bother to come here in the first place. The children were just as bad, if not worse to deal with. The way they scraped their chairs along the floor, got into shouting matches for attention, and generally had little regard for anyone else or their property beyond themselves. But business was business, and the Coffee Shop needed as many customers at it could get.

      After barely managing to deal with the family, Margaret made her way back to kitchen to start their meals. A faint vibration briefly emanated from her apron front pocket. Checking to make sure the customers were content and no-one else had walked through the door, she swiftly ducked out of sight, reached down into the pocket and retrieved her mobile phone. It was standard practice for workers to leave their phones off in the back lockers, but exceptions could be made for emergencies, such as sick family members. On in this case, co-workers.

      Swiping the screen with a red finger, the message almost instantly appeared.

      E: Hi Momma Bird! J

      Margaret sighed. Not due to the sender, but their choice in nicknames for her. There had been several occasions where people would refer to her under that name, and it started to become irritating lately. Nevertheless, this time it came from a close friend, so she let it slide.

      M: Eileen! J R U Feeling NE better?

      E: No L U Should’ve woken me

      M: Sorry but Ur sick

      E: L L

      M: I no U want 2 work but OHS rules won’t let U

      E: Sorry

      M: Don’t be J Has Rigby called?

      E: No

      M: Sorry. Haven’t seen him & Mordo 2day too

      E: Could U do 1thing 4 me pls?

      M: Sure no prob

      E: Could U pls pick up more meds?

      M: The usual?

      E: Yes

      M: Sure. Closing up soon. I’ll run down 2 the shop & get them.

      E: Thanks J Ur the best

      M: NEthing else U need?

      E: Did U check my shopping list?

      M: U wrote a list?

      Something caught the corner of Margaret’s eye, something she hadn’t noticed before. She gently grasped at a sliver of paper behind her phone, slowly revealing a small handwritten note. Eileen must have taped it to the phone last night.

      M: Nvrmind I got it. Cya l8r J

      Margaret turned, hearing the front doorbell jingle, and upon seeing who just flew inside, almost dropped her phone in shock. It was hoped that she’d see a familiar face today, but not once did she suspect CJ of all people to visit.

      It went without saying that Margaret and CJ didn’t exactly have the closest of friendships. Or anything resembling a friendship for that matter. Margaret certainly didn’t hate her, but didn’t feel comfortable around her either. A part of her wished Eileen had forced herself to work after all, just so she didn’t have to confront the cloud woman in case something went wrong. Again.

      However, there was no chance of that today. Margaret was working alone. She certainly couldn’t choose not to serve CJ or ask her to leave. What if they got into an argument? What if the Shop was destroyed? For the first time since facing Jackie Carmichael, Margaret felt worried. Uncertain. And as much as she hated to admit it, she felt… no, was… afraid.

      But all those fears, all those dreaded possibilities, only existed within her mind. There was a difference between ‘what if’ and ‘it will happen’. Her father once said the best way to deal with an issue was by confronting it directly, and Margaret wasn’t one to shirk responsibility.

      Maybe… nothing would happen. Maybe she could indulge CJ’s desire for a hot beverage swiftly and without incident. Perhaps they might find common ground, and maybe, just maybe, they could even be friends.

      Hiding behind a wall wasn’t going to answer any of these. Taking a deep breath, Margaret pocketed her phone, and walked out of the kitchen to kindly greet the cloud woman…

      (If the option is still open for players to have two characters, I would like to also be Eileen. She's a fun character, plus no-one has chosen her yet. :) )

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    • "Hey there, Margaret," CJ said in a tense manner.

      (so short, too short)

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    • (Meanwhile at the Park, An Unknown Person in a Hoodie, Thomas, walks through Park Entrance)

      "Ah. They'll be surprised when I walk through!" chortled Thomas.

      The first person to notice the figure is Skips who is driving out to pick up some pieces of material for the House's patio.

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    • Rigby: Thomas!? What are you doing here!?

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    • Thomas: Eyyyy Rigby! How are you? Mind my Russian Accent eh? I am visiting the Park! Want some coffee? Eh? Freshly brewed from the finest barista!

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    • In the coffee shop

      "Um, aren't you gonna respond?" CJ uttered

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    • (Sorry for the delay)

      Making her way out from the kitchen, Margaret slowly, cautiously, approached CJ. With each passing footstep, her heart thundered about half a dozen times. Upon making eye contact with the cloud woman, one wing clenched without even realising it. All this mustered courage, all the determination to see this through had begun to slip away. In its place returned doubt. Confusion. Fear. </p>

      If life was a television series (and given how bizarre many of her interactions with friends could get, that wouldn’t be too hard to make), Margaret imagined everything around her would be in slow motion. Probably accompanied by some heroic tune about facing destiny. She didn’t feel very heroic however, so it was more like facing execution.

      She found it ironic how courage can work. For the briefest of seconds, telling yourself to follow through on something unsettling sounds amazing. But there was a difference between thinking and doing. It seemed a good idea in theory, yet making those humongous leaps remained extremely difficult.

      “It’s going to be alright…” Margaret thought to herself as she walked. “...It’s all in your head. Nothing bad will happen. I’ll just make her a drink and she’ll be on her way. No fuss. No awkwardness. No chaos.”

      One footstep after another, she moved closer.

      “Or maybe we can work out our differences. This is awkward enough, but surely we’re not too dissimilar? I know she’s a nice girl. Could we… possibly… be… friends? I’m up for it, but would she be? Or is it for the better we never speak to one-another again? Either way, I have to confront this eventually. Might as well get it over with.”

      Margaret was poised. Primed. Ready for whatever lay in store for her…

      …And then CJ spoke.

      Her tense greeting was intimidating enough, but the follow-up about her responding puzzled the robin. How long had she taken? Surely only a few seconds had passed? It’s not as if she had just stood there blankly fo- Wait. Realisation finally dawned on Margaret that her approached *was* in slow-motion.

      Her heart sunk. Margaret wished she would die right there on the spot out of sheer embarrassment. It was tough enough doing this, but to just stand there lost in thought made her look, and feel, horrible.

      “Great. Nice job screwing it up, hero…” She thought. “You can’t even get that right. Well, open your beak and say something. C’mon, you’re better than this. Just do it already!”

      She was going to try. Swiftly swallowing, the robin put on the best smile she could without looking over the top and finally replied.

      ‘Uhh… Hi, CJ…’ “Whaaat?! Is that the best you can do? Seriously, you’re starting to pull a Mor-that guy! Pull yourself together and talk!” ‘C-can I… help you?’

      At this rate, Margaret was going to need a drink herself, and probably not of the caffeinated kind…

      (It’s funny. Up to this point, and not counting text-based conversations, the character hasn’t uttered a single word of dialogue. Now that CJ has entered the mix, I figured it was time to change this. If you see any dialogue in italic that isn't a text message, it represents the character thinking, so no-one else would hear it.)

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    • "I would like an espresso," CJ said. Then there was a huge explosion, that sent pieces of shrapnel everywhere, hitting nobody.

      (Too random, no?)

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    • (a man with a newspaper pulls down his newspaper and is revealed to be Skips, dressed with a top hat, glasses and a shirt)

      Skips: Oh no! Do you guys have any jobs available?

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    • (After a quick visit around the park, Mordecai and Rigby take him out for some fun. The first place they go to is their local convenience store for a slushie. As they all go in, Thomas notices that the guy in the top hat, glasses and shirt is speaking oddly on the otherside of the street... He becomes suspicious.)

      Thomas: Uhhh guys. Doesn't that guy over there sound like... Skips?

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    • (No, not too random at all. Regular Show thrives on randomness, which makes it, along with the roleplay, all the more entertaining.)

      The explosion caught Margaret completely by surprise. In an attempt to protect herself by ducking behind the cash register, Margaret crouched forward too far and banged her knees against the cupboard. Instinctively recoiling in pain, she was caught in the explosion’s sheer brute force, flinging her across the room.

      ‘AAH!’ With a heavy thud, she crashed back-first into the wooden cabinets, one of the handles jabbing hard against her spine. A sharp blow to her head immediately followed, and as the explosive force eventually dissipated, Margaret fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. An intense ringing blazed through both her ears, which refused to subside as the sensation of unconsciousness slowly crept its way over her body.

      A sudden, sickening thought crossed her mind before it shut down. CJ was just as close to her as the explosion. Was she alright? Hurt? Worse? As much as the robin felt uncomfortable around the cloud woman, she certainly never meant to wish harm upon her. She tried to peer through the smoke, but her vision began to blur.

      ‘C-CJ… Are y…?’ Margaret barely managed to mutter as everything around her went black…

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    • CJ did not reply to Margaret because she was unconscious

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    • Rigby was freaking out. 

      Rigby: Skips! Help us! What do we do here?

      Skips gave Rigby an angry look.

      Skips: This is all your fault! I'm staying away from you for the rest of your life.

      Rigby: What? What the H did I do?

      Skips: You entered an Immortals-Only area!

      Rigby: I didn't know! I can hardly read!

      Skips: Rigby! If you don't leave me alone, I'm going to take things to the NEXT LEVEL!

      (he takes off his Top Hat, and takes a gun out of it, puts his top hat back on and points it at Rigby)

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    • New idea. After there is pretty much nothing left to add, we'll move onto a new story. I'll make a wiki for these now. What I just wrote would be the end of Part 1 of a story, next comment will be the start of Part 2. 

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    • The time of year has come. An amazing eclipse puts on a wonderful display of beauty. Large numbers of people come to the prime hotspot for the best view of the eclipse - the park. Including a familiar face...

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    • Rigby: Skips! Why are you doing this?

      Skips: Think!

      (Rigby remembers Skips saying that everybody will betray him and Mordecai)

      Rigby: Crap. (he runs away)

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    • (20 hours after explosion)

      CJ woke up to find her self and Margaret in a research laboratory, which all the patients have gone mad, half of the staff are killed, in the Everglades, and it takes 2,647 miles to get to City. Her first response was, "What, what the fu-"

      to beh conticyed in another post about the lab situation

      (City is the location for Regular Show, also, could weh swear??)

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    • I am a sad man wrote:
      (20 hours after explosion)

      CJ woke up to find her self and Margaret in a research laboratory, which all the patients have gone mad, half of the staff are killed, in the Everglades, and it takes 2,647 miles to get to City. Her first response was, "What, what the fu-"

      to beh conticyed

      (City is the location for Regular Show, also, could weh swear??)




      Casual swearing is allowed, but if it's towards someone else it's not allowed.

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    • Okay

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    • I wish this is more active

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    • (back to the scene above)

      Muscle Man: What the-?

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    • "Margaret, Margaret, wake up now!" then CJ saw a convienient armory behind her. But when she looked closer, it was empty.

      (inconvienient armory is inconvienient)

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    • Skips: This whole time, you (Rigby) and Mordecai have never been paying attention. Well, who's fault is that?

      Rigby: Yours! Me and Mordecai always thought we could skip work because you were busy doing everything!

      Skips: Rigby! Don't make this any worse! I'm pointing a gun at your head, for God's sake!

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    • Falling.

      Margaret found herself tumbling downward in a seemingly endless void. She spun helplessly this way and that, the bitter air constantly striking her body like bullets, eventually tearing the remnants of her uniform to shreds. She tried reaching upward to grasp the fragmented fabric, but was greeted by a brilliant flash of light. Within seconds it engulfed her vision, only to dissolve into a spherical portal surrounding her flailing form. Within the portal was a snippet of her past. It soon multiplied until she was surrounded by a cavalcade of her entire life; friends, family, and enemies alike…

      “Don’t stop yourself from pursuing your dreams…” “I can fist pump with the best of them…” “I can’t wait until I finally quit my dumb job…” “That was pretty cool what you said up there…” “I have to get serious if I wanna transfer out of junior college…” “For the first time ever, I feel like I can be in a relationship that could actually go somewhere…”  “What is wrong with you? You always do this. Every time it seems we’re getting closer, you throw me for a loop…” “It’s just weird not knowing what’s gonna happen…” “I can’t believe you’d do something like that. I totally misjudged you…”  “C’mon, there’s no reason why we all can’t have fun here…  After all, that’s what I was made to do…”  “That’s what friends are for. They come through for each other when they need it most…”  “I’m serious. You’re always there for me. I guess… I mean… There’s not a lot of people I can say that about…” “I really like you, and what we have is special, but… I may never get this opportunity again…” “Whatever happens, happens…”

      The memories continued to multiply, ever increasing in volume, forcing the robin to cover her ears in agony. And when it seemed as though her situation couldn’t get much worse, something new caught her eye. In the distance, faintly, was a white spec. It continued to expand as she fell, leaving her little time to process this new development over the screeching voices around her.

      The ground was coming up fast, and she had no way of stopping.

      Margaret frantically grasped for something, anything, to slow down. Yet when she reached for a portal, her hand shot through the other side. There had to be a solution, yet if such a thing existed, it certainly had no intention of presenting itself. She was left with barely enough time to scream in terror at what would presumably be her final fate.

      ‘AAAAAH-!’

      Her cry was suddenly cut off as the resulting shockwave smashed through her chest and feet, shattering every bone in the robin’s body. Her mind, or what was left of it, fought through the pain to ponder one last thought before everything went black.

      “T-This wasn’t… If I… CJ…”

      Both eyes shot open. Margaret gasped, the clean crisp oxygen filling her lungs with life once more. The back of her head ached, as though she’d been hit with a sledgehammer. A wing reached up to rub it, but remained still. No, covered by something. A sheet. She stared down to find herself not at the coffee shop, not painting the pavement with her guts, but in a bed. Her old bed back at her parent’s house.

      The robin gently pulled herself up, removing the sheet and steadily placed both feet on the floor. A glance revealed everything was exactly as she had remembered it, right down to the specs of dust in the corners. Her bedroom, her old life, every detail seemed perfect. Too perfect.

      The door slid open as a middle-age robin made her way in, swiftly followed by a tall and imposing human male. To some they seemed a bizarre and impossible duo, yet Margaret felt nothing but love and affection for them.

      “Rise and shine honey…” The elder robin gave an affectionate smile.

      “Heeey, how’s my hug bug?” The man leapt over and wrapped both arms around her, almost crushing Margaret in his incredibly grasp. “Don’t wanna be late today of all days…”

      ‘No, of course not Dad…’ Margaret automatically replied.

      “He’s right… The last thing you want to do is sleep in and miss your interview.”

      ‘Don’t worry Mum, I’m awake as I’ll ever be…’

      “We just wanna let you know…” Her father took a step back to stand beside his wife. “…That no matter whether you get the job or not, we’ll always be proud of you…”

      ‘Aw, thank you!’ Margaret beamed. ‘I mean, it’s my first job and I don’t want to screw it up…’

      “Don’t say that…” Her mother scolded. “You’ll do fine. In fact, we know you’ll be the best barista this town has ever seen. You just need to have faith in yourself.”

      ‘I know, but…’ Her voice and beak dropped. ‘…What if I fail?’

      “You won’t.” Her father replied. “And if they don’t hire you, I’ll see to it they change their minds!”

      “Frank, please!” His wife playfully slapped him, chuckling.

      “Whaaaat? I was just joking Denise…”

      ‘Thanks again for the vote of confidence.’ Margaret smiled. ‘I’ll be down in a few minutes.’

      The pair nodded and closed the door, leaving the robin to her thoughts. What was going on? Why was she reliving another moment of her past? Or… Or was it all a dream? All the adventures, all the love and heartbreak, everything that happened over the past few years… did she dream them? No. No, they were real. They had to be. Yet why was she back here? Maybe… maybe this was a not a dream, but a wish. Had all her regrets somehow reverted time back to a point where she could start over?

      Yeah… Yeah, that could work. Now she could write all the wrongs she ever did. No more boyfriends every week. No more colleges she regretted attending. No more monsters trying to kill her all the time. No more misunderstandings when her cousin John shows off a new leg. A smile crossed Margaret’s beak as she threw on a set of freshly-washed clothes. The bad times? Forget ‘em! This was a bold new future, one where she had the power to transform it the way she wanted. No tears, no regrets, no anxieties. Just a young robin ready to step outside and c-.

      …And come face-to-face with herself? No, it was a slightly older version of her, wearing a stained yellow apron. The wrinkles forced their way through her almost bleached feathers around a tired, bitter expression. Was that her future? To work in the coffee shop and become a lifeless husk? She turned to face another one, younger this time. So full of life and with no concerns for the future. Another appeared, around the same age with dyed black feathers, a number of unsavoury tattoos, and a cigarette hanging from her beak. Adjacent stood a middle-aged version, wearing a slick business suit and held a notepad as though some kind of reporter. While she looked every part the successful businesswoman, a faint glimmer of sadness appeared in her eyes as if she was repressing some tragic event. Maybe she lost something or someone she loved.

      Nearby was another, definitely older with a swollen stomach. Cheap lipstick marred her face while bare patches were across her unkempt body. She tried not to acknowledging another Margaret, this one in a different uniform with an illustration of a pizza on the apron. A weary yet fulfilled expression crossed her beak, as a trio of smaller robins huddled beside her happily. And another, definitely elderly, this time in full clothes with round glasses and her feathers combed into something resembling hair. A gold ring sat on a finger as she held a book contently. At a glance, it appeared to have a strange yet vaguely familiar blue bird on the cover.

      Margaret was surrounded by roughly a dozen unique representations of herself, each a portion of her past, present, and what could be. Her first instinct was to figure out what was going on, but would be denied the chance. They began to spin counter clockwise around her, gaining momentum with each cycle until they became a blur. The robin fell to her knees, trying to ignore the swelling feeling in her stomach.

      The high screeching of the wind began slowing down, and eventually subsided entirely. Forcing herself to open her eyes, Margaret found herself facing a pair of black leather boots. Her eyes trailed upwards, revealing more of this enigmatic figure. A black metal skirt followed by a single piece of armour encased her body, enforced by metal straps across her shoulders. Spiked bracelets covered her wrists, and a tiara of some ancient design rested atop her head.

      ‘Wh-Where am I?’

      “A realm safe from danger.”

      ‘Who are you?’

      “I’m you, Margaret Smith. Or more succinctly, a part of you.”

      ‘Why am I here?’



      “Because…” She paused. “…You’re dead.”

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    • Sorry I haven't been very active lately, you see I've been busy with a few things. However, now that I'm here, I'll think I'll continue soon.

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    • We need to continue this soon. It's been 3 months.

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      We need to continue this soon. It's been 3 months.

      Sorry, I kinf of forgot about this thread, lol. 

      And yeah, we could continue this. 

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    • It's been like 6 months.. lol

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    • a new parkworker comes and mordecai and rigby both develop crushes on her.

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