Return to Feria [IC]
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				Title: <strong>Return to Feria [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>25-03-2020, 08:35:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.seetorontonow.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/cn-tower-dusk.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Toronto, Ontario, Canada</strong></span><br><strong>Mayor:</strong> Ralph Tibideaux (fictional)<br><strong>Population:</strong> 2,731,571<br><strong>Location:</strong> Capital of Ontario<br><strong>Major Body of Water:</strong> Lake Ontario<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Transportation:</strong></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Toronto Transit Commission</li><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Street Cars</li><li>Buses</li><li>Metro</li></ul><li>GO Transit</li><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Commuter Rail</li></ul></ul><br><strong>Airports:</strong><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Toronto Pearson International Airport</li><li>Billy Bishop Toronto City Airport</li><li>John C. Munro International Airport</li><li>Buffalo Niagara International Airport</li></ul><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Major Telecommunication Companies:</strong></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Bell</li><li>Rogers</li><li>Freedom</li><li>Telus</li></ul><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Government Entities:</strong></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Toronto City Council</li><li>Toronto Police Service</li></ul><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Languages:</strong></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>English</li><li>Canadian French</li></ul><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Player-Created Locations</strong></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>The Coffee Bean:</strong> A popular coffee shop with college students and workers looking for a quick bite. Leone Mitchell works here.</li></ul><em>More to be added as writers create more locations</em><br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Player-Created NPCs</strong></span><br><em>To be created as writers create them. These are NPCs who could be encountered by other writers.</em><br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Tag</strong></span><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code"> [floatright or floatleft][img height=200]image link goes here[/img][/floatright or floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] One, Two, Three, etc.<br>[b]Alias:[/b] Nicknames or aliases go here.<br>[b]Wearing:[/b] Optional.<br>[b]Location:[/b] Where are they?<br>[b]Tagging:[/b] Who are they talking to directly? Who are they talking about? (add “(M)” for mention).<br>[b]Content:[/b] Summary of the post or whatever you want here.<br>[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Return to Feria [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>25-03-2020, 19:57:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/52/70/3e/52703ea55ef5d73e71f6c950fcbc9b3f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kahleen Kee<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Kay<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> tank top and sweat pants<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her new Apartment in Toronto<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mention: Mila, Tee, Lia, Lee Lee<br><strong>Content:</strong> Kay settling into her new home<br><hr><br>Kay carried the last book into her new apartment and then collapsed down into her old couch.&nbsp; She had just moved here from New Hampshire, after months of getting her Visa approved to live and work in Canada.&nbsp; She had lived in many places while she was growing up, her parents were civil engineers and they built things like dams.&nbsp; This took them all over the world, Kay had lived in Japan, India, China, Morocco, Brazil, and even Toronto before.&nbsp; She had just finished her Botany Masters Degree at the University of California - Berkeley with a speciality in environmental conservation.&nbsp; &nbsp;When she had thought about where she wanted to live, her mind went to Toronto and the 4 friends she had met there and went on a dream like adventure.&nbsp; She was no longer sure if that adventure had even really happened, or if it was just the imagination of 5 girls gone wild.<br><br>Thinking of her old friends, she wondered who were still in Toronto, she knew Tee and Mila were, they exchanged infrequent emails.&nbsp; She will have to check the temple to see if FeFe was still in there and maybe she would know where Lee Lee was.&nbsp; But a year after that strange dream-like adventure, her family had moved to China, where they had no internet access, Tee had eventually found her through social media and started an infrequent email exchange.&nbsp; Time had passed and then college had happened, where she actually stayed in one place for 5 years, with an internship that took her to the Amazon.&nbsp; She didn't know why she was thinking about her old friends so much recently, but they were some of her favorite memories. <br><br>Pushing herself to her feet, it was time for her to start getting everything put away and her bed made, tomorrow she would be going in for her first day as a Horticulturist with Gardenzilla.&nbsp; She loved caring for plants, something that had gotten started after that dream-like adventure she had with her past 4 friends where she pretended to be a Druid.&nbsp; That had also kicked off her love or RP games, as she made a mental note to start looking for a new group to play with.&nbsp; Shouldn't be too hard, since she generally was the GM and there were always more players than GMs.&nbsp; On her to due list, get apartment set up, get food, sleep, report to work, find the Temple and look for a comic book shop for gaming, send an email to Tee and Mila that she was in town.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Return to Feria [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>26-03-2020, 07:48:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CPsyQMH.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tira Cordelia Johnson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=317894.msg15321085#msg15321085)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Tee-Tee<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ff/65/00/ff65006c9f8d3faf1aac1ec4c85caa87.jpg).<br><strong>Location:</strong> Church and Wellesley Neighborhood (The Village) (https://www.torontorentals.com/neighbourhood-guide/toronto/church-wellesley) | 80 Wellesley Street, East | Her Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; (M) The Crew- Kay, Mila, FeFe, Lee-Lee<br><strong>Content:</strong> Sipping a cuppa on her balcony and debating a visit to the Temple.<br><hr><br>She loved the Village. <br><br>It amused her to think that every major city had one, a place where those who did not fit the heteronormative fairy tale washed up and blended in. In Toronto? The Village was actually right in the middle of downtown and though the rental prices were just a BIT high, she wouldn't trade it for anything. The noise, the parties, the people? This was a place where she was accepted, no matter the oddness of her hair and eyes, or the clothing she chose to wear.&nbsp; Hell, others looked just as fantastical as she did and no one ever looked twice. Of course, Tee cultivated that look. She did not want to fit what people assumed about her. She did not want to be average. Her younger years had made striving for adequacy a curse.<br><br>She had gone to school, studied fitness and then chucked it all to become a yoga instructor.&nbsp; She spent hours at the range, practicing with a compound bow, her fingers sore from the pull of the drawstring, shoulders taut from the poundage used. When she thought about what had drawn her to the bow it was always the Temple and the hazy days of child hood. She didn't recall much, never had. The whole thing had felt like&nbsp; dream or an imaginative game. However, the girls involved had become a part of her and she carried them with her when her family left Toronto behind, just after elementary school.<br><br>It had taken years for her to return, years spent in transit, in the US, in Central America, in India and Europe. In that time, she had lost her dad to cancer and her mother had remarried and moved to Japan. So, she came back home to the place that had always felt safest.&nbsp; In the interim, Tee had stayed in contact with Mila and Kay, emails flying across the miles in an instant, but FeFe and Lee-Lee? They had been a bit younger and harder to stay in contact with.<br><br>Did FeFe's people still have the Temple and why in the hell was she thinking about that right now? Maybe, she'd go and check in tomorrow. A smile touched her features even as she grabbed her mug and headed out to her balcony to drink a last hot cup of tea before bed. <em>'Tomorrow. I'll go...tomorrow."</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Return to Feria [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>26-03-2020, 20:00:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/142/5/6/18_05_2014__2__by_allexisn-d7jbp5y.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Milena Lebedev<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mila<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Maple Images, Downtown Toronto<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Tee and Kay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Work stuff, texts<br><hr>Mila returned to her desk after studying the thumbnail for the fifth time.&nbsp; There was just something about this frame that didn't feel right.&nbsp; In her opinion, the scene was disjointed.&nbsp; Was it the lighting, the angle, the characters' stance?&nbsp; It had been bugging her for the last hour, and even more annoying that she couldn't put her finger on it.&nbsp; <br><br>She sent a jabber to her lead. "What if we panned up from their feet?"&nbsp; <br><br>She had already rendered the change when she received the go ahead.&nbsp; She forwarded the two second piece to the team.&nbsp; It was better, she felt, but still not great.&nbsp; Perhaps someone else could help it out.<br><br>She glanced over her desk.&nbsp; Dozens of hand drawn stills of everything from settings and character designs to wardrobes covered the walls around her monitor.&nbsp; She'd poured a lot of herself into this game, and wanted every second to be amazing.&nbsp; She believed most of the team felt the same way which simply meant their expectations were just as high as her own.<br><br>Her chat box popped up, and a message from her supervisor read "looks good.&nbsp; Nice call."&nbsp; There were a number of other compliments from various teammates.&nbsp; They were all working late, even though the deadline for this cinematic was weeks away. A few minutes later another message from her lead appeared. "Time to go home, folks. Good work today."<br><br>Her eyes darted to the lower right of her computer screen and she was surprised to see the time.&nbsp; Another message appeared on the screen.&nbsp; "Drink at Rujio's!!!"&nbsp; Mila wasn't always the most socially inclined person, but she was very tempted to go.<br><br>She pulled her phone from her purse, which rested on the floor beneath her desk. There was a reminder that Kay, a friend from childhood, had moved back to Toronto today.&nbsp; While they had emailed off and on over the last few years, she hadn't seen Kay since she'd moved way back when.&nbsp; <br><br>Mila twisted her lips in consideration for a moment, before she decided upon her action.&nbsp; She quickly types out a group text and sent it to both Kay and Tee, another friend from childhood.&nbsp; "Impromptu gathering at Rujio's.&nbsp; Love to see you both."&nbsp; She then quickly copied the address for the local pub and sent that to both of her childhood friends.&nbsp; <br><br>With that done, she saved and closed the half dozen programs that were running, then shutdown her computer.&nbsp; She slipped her purse over her shoulder, finished off the now cold double mocha latte that was delivered several hours ago, tossed the cup in the nearby recycling bin, and then headed toward the elevator with the rest of her team.
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