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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jun 25, 2022 10:14:47 GMT -5
Later, Later.
Anyway, what we are dancing too? PICK SOME TUNEZ GUZS
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jun 25, 2022 10:10:29 GMT -5
No, I got some red fruit punch while I was out. I figured Mister M wouldn't think about us. I don't drink, so theres lots of non-alcoholic beverages provided. Also sorry I'm late getting here, I was too busy watching Kit's tits kick ticks make the cake for later.
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jun 25, 2022 10:06:08 GMT -5
Chapter Three
'Go away, you disgusting, cakesniffing orphan' was all that Violet got as a way of greeting as Carmelita pushed her way past.
'Oh dear my darling.' said Esme, as she bent down to plant a kiss on each of Violets' cheeks. 'That dress is soooo out. I wouldn't be seen dead in that sort of thing.'
Esme herself was wearing a long silvery dress that made her look like a long, thin salmon; blue tights speckled with flecks of white waves, and heels that gave the appearance of seaweed. Violet was wearing a simple pink evening dress, and it wasn't even her own. It was a second-hand hand-me-down from the same person all her dresses came from.
'I think you look lovely, Violet' said Jerome, smiling softly at her.
'Jerome, how would you know anything about fashion??'
'I've been married to you for so many years, I'm sure i've picked up more than a few things in my time.'
'Well clearly you haven't. Pink is out, Salmon is in, and so are washing machines, Italian resteraunts, lime sodas, and hopscotch. I told you all this just this morning.' Esme sighed, and pushed her way past Violet. 'Olaf darling' she shouted, 'Esme's here!'
'And Carmelita' cried Carmelita.
'And Carmelita!' echoed Esme.
'Hello Violet' said Jerome, and he handed her a basket of muffins. 'I don't think it matters Pink is in or out, it suits you.'
'I don't like Pink.' said Violet.
'Oh.' said Jerome. 'Well in that case, I don't think it matters if you look good or not.'
Violet smiled, avoiding his gaze. 'Thank you Jerome.'
'How are you doing?'
'Oh, well, the same as usual I suppose.'
'It's been thirteen years to the day, hasn't it?' said Jerome, his voice dropping quieter now.
Violet gave a small nod, and she looked up into his eyes. He was smiling, but it was a sad smile. It was the kind of smile she had seen so many times over the years, from strangers and acquaintances. It was a smile that said I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you're in this mess, and I'm sorry that so many terrible things have happened to you, and I'm sorry that I'm doing nothing to help.
'Esme!' exclaimed Olaf, as he threw open the doors to the sitting room. He was dressed in the way he only dressed for her, a fancy suit and tie. He had even washed his face, though he'd made a bad job of it.
He squeesed over towards Esme. and threw his arms around her. She placed a kiss on his cheek, and Olaf put his hands somewhere inappropriate. Jerome pretended not to notice.
Carmelita stood with her arms crossed and a look of discontent on her face, and once she had caught Violets eye she stuck out her lounge, before proclaiming. 'i'm bored.'
'Now now, Carmelita.' said Esme. 'Patience is In, at the moment.'
'Violet' said Olaf, as he sauntered over towards her. 'Why don't you go back in the kitchen and finishing preparing dinner, and I will show our guests to the dining room.'
Violet disappeared into the kitchen as quickly as she could. Of all of Olafs associates, Esme and Carmelita were her least favourite guests. Esme criticized Violet at every turn - her clothes, her appearance, her personality. She had loathed Violet ever since they had first met, and she could never be sure why. Perhaps it was jealousy, but it didn't seem likely. Esme had everything that Violet had, but better.
Carmelita was another matter entirely. Though they were the same age, Carmelita still behaved like a child. She was a spoilt, whiny, needy brat. And although eh would never admit it Violet knew Olaf didn't think much of her either. Jerome and Esme had adopted her not long after Violets wedding. Apparently Carmelitas parents had died in a suspicious fire. If only she had been adopted by Esme, and Carmeltia had been married to Olaf instead....
Dinner was a Tortelini and Cannelini Minestrone, which Violet had specially selected to be made with only the innest ingredients. The meal passed without much event, or any event that took place passed over Violet. She had mastered the ability of glazing over, simply nodding and smiling in ingredient, her thoughts locked away. The wine helped.
Olaf and Esme discussed 'business'. Violet was never too sure what 'business' meant, but she was pretty sure it had something to do with burning peoples houses down and stealing their fortunes and/or children. She'd worked that much out at least. When she was younger, she had tried to learn the truth about Olaf; why he had done these terrible things, what he wanted. But that way had only led to more misery and pain. Anything she had uncovered had made no sense, and anything Olaf had discovered her discovering had only led to more pain for her.
After dinner, they had retired into one of the many rooms in Olafs mansion, and Esme had begun to entertain them with her talks of fashion and what was 'In' or 'Out' Violet entertained herself with more wine.
It was when Carmelita decided to show 'Uncle Olaf' her latest 'Ballerina Sumo Gymnastics Routine' that Violet knew the evening was truely lost, and she rose from her chair, still clutching the bottle in her hand.
'Where are you going, cakesniffer?'
'To bed.' said Violet, turning to Olaf. 'If I may be excused?'
Olaf, who was slumped in a chair, his head leaning to one side, grunted in her general direction.
Violet took that as permission, and turned away from them again.
'I didn't say you could go anywhere.' said Carmelita. 'I want you to watch my Ballerina Sumo Gymnastics Routine, because I'm the prettiest Sumo Ballerina in all the world.'
'Now Now Carmelita.' said Esme. 'If the stupid girl wants to go to sleep then let her. She's so un-fashionable it makes me feel sick to just look at her.'
'That dress is so disgusting it makes me want to cry.' said Carmelita.
'Me too.' said Esme.
'Its your dress.' said Violet. Every dress she owned was one of Esmes forgotten fashion ideas from another time. 'It doesn't even fit me properly because you're so much taller than me'
'It doesn't fit you properly' said Esme, an evil smile growing across her face 'because you're a stupid ugly orphan.'
'Yes' said Carmelita. 'A stupid cakesniffing Orphan!'
'In fact' said Esme, the smile growing bigger and shinier. 'I think you look so ugly that you should take that dress off right now.'
Olaf stirred.
'Haha' said Carmelita. 'Probably she has even uglier underwear. Orphans always wear the ugliest things.'
'You're an orphan as well, Carmelita.' said Violet, tersely.
Esme gasped.
Jerome opened his mouth in shock.
'How dare you say such a thing to Carmelita.' said Olaf.
'What a horrible thing to say such a beautiful young woman.' said Esme, and she shot up from her chair, and in a few quick strides stood level with Violet 'Carmelita's parents may be dead, but that doesn't mean shes an orphan. Now apologise to her this instant'
Esme shot a long manicured finger at Carmelita, who folded her arms in discontent once more. Jerome was looking between his wife and adopted daughter hesitantly. Olaf, the promise of nudity now diminished, had returned back to boredom. Violet could feel the bottle still in her hand. It would have taken no effort for her to lift her arm, swing the bottle round, and smash it against Esme's face. No effort at all.
'Carmelita.' said Violet, sighing. 'I'm sorry I insulted you, I shouldn't have said anything so hurtful to you.'
'There we go' said Jerome. 'Isn't that nice, Carmelita?'
Carmelita danced a little on the spot.
'Now, you ugly Orphan, you're going to sit and watch me dance for as long as I want.'
'No.' said Esme. 'Sorry, Carmy, but it's getting late, and I think we should probably get going.'
'But -' said Carmelita.
Sensing an argument, Jerome lept in to action. 'Why don't you show me your gymnastics routine when we get home Carmelita?'
'Hmm.' thought Carmelita. 'Okay. I don't want to be here anyway, there's too much orphan in this house.' And with that, Carmelita danced her way towards the door.
'Thank you for a lovely evening Violet.' said Jerome, as he made to stand up.
'Darling' said Esme 'I'm going to say goodnight to Olaf upstairs.', and she prodded Olaf with her finger.
'Upstairs?' said Jerome.
'Yes, upstairs.' said Esme.
'Upstairs?' said Olaf.
'Yes, upstairs, just like I always do.' said Esme, and she poked Olaf again, a bit harder this time.
'Oh, Upstairs.' said Olaf. 'Right. Upstairs.'
A few moments later, and Violet and Jerome were alone, waiting for their spouses to finish saying 'goodnight.' Jerome sat, looking vacantly around the room, in silence. Violet just stared at him, trying to find something, an answer. Jerome caught her eye, and gave her another one of those sad smiles, and all it did was fill her with rage. Help me, she smiled back at him. Why won't you help me?
She offered him the bottle, but he refused. It seemed he was better at this than she was.
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jun 25, 2022 8:04:55 GMT -5
This is insane and I love it.
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jun 25, 2022 5:02:13 GMT -5
What are some of your pet peeves? I think my top two are kids/babies crying on public transport, and when people are late without letting you know in advance if they're running late. I agree with the latter but not the former, I really don't mind that at all.
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jun 25, 2022 4:18:40 GMT -5
but you can't abort an 80 year old. which is the point I was making. Its fun when you read back old discussions you've had and think 'thats a really rubbish example' about something that you yourself said.
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jun 25, 2022 2:35:18 GMT -5
I haven't had time to read all of these with eveyrthign else thats been happening but skimming through them quite a few look very interesting indeed.
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jun 25, 2022 2:20:44 GMT -5
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jun 25, 2022 2:19:24 GMT -5
Good morning candidates, and welcome to the third task.
There has been quite a lot of fun and games over the last week, and games are exactly what this next task is all about.
I want each team to create a concept for a video game based on 667 Dark Avenue. I want you to come up with a storyline and potential gameplay ideas, and to design adequate branding to go along with it. It's up to you what type of game you want to create, the key thing in this task is for you to have some good ideas behind your concept. You have 72 hours in which to create the ideas for your games and submit them to me.
Oh, and I also want each team to create a poster advertising the games, and these must be completed and sent to me within just 36 hours. After that I will post them in this thread, and i'm hoping that some non-participants can comment and give their feedback.
Now, I'll just remind you of the teams Countess Violet: GlitteryMisery Semblance VioletBUnfortunate (PM) Roxy
Team 1: Zortegus Anka (PM) Byran
Good luck, and I'll see you all back in the boardroom, where at least one of you will be fired.
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jun 25, 2022 2:17:22 GMT -5
My member is perfectly young and healthy I'll thank you to know...
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jun 24, 2022 18:04:32 GMT -5
Just a reminder that the next task will begin tomorrow morning/a few hours time.
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jun 24, 2022 15:46:20 GMT -5
Today is the first day I've just lost track of who is who. I've just given up and am now imaginign that you're all actual animals
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jun 24, 2022 12:30:38 GMT -5
Also I'm gonna say 8pm is 8pm BST, so as in when it's 8PM in the United Kingdom, we start the call. Well, I probably wont be around until 9PM BST, but okay
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jun 24, 2022 9:14:46 GMT -5
Tomororw, 667 will be holding an anniversary ball. Now might be a good time to start thinking about dates, dresses, and anything else you may desire.
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jun 24, 2022 8:14:52 GMT -5
GMT Is not current british time, no
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