Drabble House

[purpleravenhawk]

This is a resurrection of an old thread from Veni Vidi Vici's pre-Capt. Purple days. It was a lot of fun, and I hope you enjoy it, too.

This is in a sense both a game and a way to practice your role-playing abilities. Basically what you do is the post above you contains a sentence or a paragraph explaining your situation or plotline. For example, something might go missing. Your character would have to either NOTICE it had gone missing or go on a little search to find it. It doesn't have to be a WALL OF TEXT if you don't want it to be. Its all up to you.

Don't forget to post a plotline/ministory for the next character to tag along with.
It CAN be consecutive with the previous post if you're unconfortable with the ministory/plotline request. But it doesn't HAVE to be consecutive.

Example

Your character seems to have lost something.

What could you do with this?
Generally it's simple and kept to about one or two sentences so people can freelance and bend it however they want. With this one you might be able to:
1. Say what the item was.
2. Say how they came to notice it was missing.
3. Say what they did to get it back/find it.
((Those are just some examples; of course, you could come up with more or turn it into something completely different.))

Example Answer: "Gawd, what time is it?" She rolled over in her bed to look out her window. It seemed the weather today was going to be gloomy and wet. The weather normally wasn't like this this time of the year; however it was only in these last two or three days. Sighing heavily and dragging herself from her warm comfortable bed. Throwing on her usual leather outfit and opening her cabin door. Looking around and feeling odd for some reason. "Belts... " Feeling along her waist and nodding to herself. "Check... Chain, purse and keys..." She felt her top breast pocket and nodded to herself again. "Check... Overcoat..." She flicked out the collar to her thick... and warm black leather overcoat and nodding once more. "Check." She knew that she was leaving her two favourite swords behind; There was really no need to carry around a heavy sword like the "blade of Awe" and she trusted her crew mates to not need her prised "Slasher". She left the room and locked it however unsure that she was missing something. It was only when Mila (Her older sister and the rig/knot master of the ship) had stormed past angrily. Assuming it had been another lost arguement with Rikain, a more stubborn member of the crew, she sighed and kept walking. She was so distracted with Mila that she had bumped into Presso; Apologising and offering a hand up to the young lad. He seemed to be hiding something though... she gave him a strange look then carried off to the kitchen to cook breakfast. Opening up the kitchen door and looked around, the table was clean and tidy, the benches packed and tidy. This was her work place; Her skill, Her trade, her passion. Walking over to the pantry and getting out the pancake and muffin mix. Take them to the bench and putting them down beside the oven. Looking back at the dining table with a smile; "That Presso lad... Well... at least he's learning." She picked up her black hat and put it on her head feeling truly herself again.

Of course, it doesn't have to be that long.

I'll post another example from the old thread:

Your character seems to be lost.  

[purpleravenhawk]

Johnna drove through the unfamiliar and empty-looking town, looking for street signs or any other kind of sign that might tell her where she was or how to get where she was going. "Damn, I shoud've taken the main highway," she said aloud. Pausing at a deserted intersection, she reached over and turned on the car radio and twisted the dial from one end to the other. She got nothing but static. She turned the radio off and looked up at the light. Still red. The roads were completely empty. No one would know if she ran this light. She hit the gas and felt the car zoom ahead, the wind whipping her hair around. A strange smell wafted into the vehicle, so she started to roll up the window. Halfway through the motion, however, the handle broke off in her hand, and she dropped it. It rolled under the seat, so she leaned down to pull it out. When she sat up and looked ahead, a man was standing in the middle of the dusty road about thirty feet in front of her. She slammed on the brake, and the car skidded to a halt. The man stood perfectly still. Breathing heavily, she looked around. The town looked like an Old West ghoat town with sun-baked dirt roads and dilapidated wooden shacks, all of them empty. Yet, this one man was standing in front of her as if he hadn't seen her. She decided to take a chance. She put the car in park, opened her door, and got out. "What town is this?" she shouted to the man. He stared at her without saying a word. "Can you hear me?" she yelled louder. Still no reply. She took a step toward him, and he didn't move. "Are you all right?" she asked. He moved to step forward but stumbled and fell backwards, landing on the ground with a thud. Panicking, she ran to his side and knelt down, yelling, "Are you OK? What's wrong?" She noticed that the horrid stench she had smelled earlier seemed to be coming from him. He grabbed her hand and pulled it to his face. His mouth opened, and she saw two rows of razor-sharp teeth. She struggled to get away and screamed, but he held tight and sunk his teeth into her arm. Before passing out, her final thought was "I should've taken the main highway."

Your character finds a strange item in a hole in the backyard at night.