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The Elegy of Chelytos [Unfinished RP]


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Posted 27 July 2011 - 08:49 PM

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The setting sun heralds the close of yet another day in Chelytos. As the evening light dances among the crystalline spires, the idyllic inhabitants of this busy city slowly make their way homeward.

A few select citizens, however, will meet with a peculiar feeling of trepidation as they return to their apartments. Once inside, they will find almost everything as they left it. Tucked away in a nook of their homes, they will find a letter. Although it might not be in plain sight, the letter will be there; waiting. Archaic and aberrant, this single piece of paper will change their lives in ways they cannot fathom. If they chose to break the faded wax seal, they will find the following inscribed in an immaculate script.

"To those unfulfilled souls of this forsaken land,

On the first of August, 2249, a fete will be held at the Oasis Rosarum. Those who attend will be blessed with boons of both wisdom and power beyond any they could imagine. Please arrive promptly at noon. Light refreshments will be served.

Your Dearest,
Thasia."

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Posted 27 July 2011 - 11:36 PM

Within one of the city's sky-high towers was the East Radio station, the second home to a man who embraced the heights he found himself in. At this particular moment, this man's accommodating voice was being broadcasted to the many radios found in the public hubs of the eastern section of the city. However, we've tuned in at a particularly unbefitting time as he is just about finished.

"And now to pay some bills. Today's show is sponsored by Chelytos' brand Jelly Toast, the only breakfast item that contains the spirit of the metropolis and two percent zinc. Up next will be Chelytos East Radio's annual home contest where contestants perform from their talents from the comfort of their own rooms to the holographic emitter of your radio sets. Anyway, that's it for this week's Art of Flight; I'm Bismarck Grayfield, signing off." The familiar bumper music then played after his last words, a remix of a classic patriotic tune to the people of the city. As he exited the studio, Bismarck grabbed a cold snack courtesy of the show's sponsor before heading outside. The lights of the city were enchanting to say the least, and although he was appreciative of them, Bismarck was too tired to stay around and marvel at the sight before him. He had went to his favored form of public transportation, the levitation bus as it had a designated stop in front of his apartment. The trip would be a forgettable one but the events which would soon unfold would quickly make up for that.

As Bismarck arrived at his apartment door, he had noticed that the doorknob was somewhat warm. There could have been a thousand explanations for this but he wasn't going to stand there and list them down. As he entered the room, there was one thing standing out. He had immediately noticed an envelope addressed to him as it was pinned to the nose of the model F91 Airship Carrier that was at the center of his display case. Inspecting the case closer, he had noticed that the locks were still in place. Curious about the envelopes contents, he grabbed his key and entered the numerical pin which guarded his prized possessions. Within the envelope would be a rather cryptic message with an invitation.

Bismarck had decided to sit down and re-read the letter at least thrice. Indeed, he had no plans for tomorrow as the contest was still going on but the idea of meeting with a person who was able to bypass his security systems didn't thrill him much. Still, he was not one to back out of an adventure. Putting the letter down, he turned on his own radio set and listened to his fellow colleagues on the East Radio station. Bismarck expected a big day tomorrow and the best way to prepare for it would be the laughter and company of his friends over the air.

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Posted 28 July 2011 - 11:10 AM

Alex rolled over in the water, running her hand along the impressive stomach of the titanic whale which swam just above her. This one was named Gimpy, because of the sizable chunk missing from his fluke. Of course, to normal eyes, the "sizable chunk" would hardly be noticeable. To Alexandria, 'twas plain as the nose on her face.

She gently grabbed hold of his fluke as he swam past, allowing herself to be dragged through the water a great deal of time before releasing and bidding adieu to her good friend. She kicked off and headed back for her apartment.

She slipped into the submarine elevator and shut the door behind her before pressing the button to activate the drain on the floor. The water sunk away from her, and she removed her face mask, stretching as the doors on the opposite side opened up, allowing her to step into the hallway where her own apartment was. Across the hall was a normal elevator for all of those landlubbers on the floor to use, though Alexandria rarely used it for much.

She flopped down the hall, still decked out in wet suit, oxygen tank, and flippers. She popped open the plastic bag that sat on her right hip and plucked her key out of it, jimmying the door open shortly after. S-17, that was her apartment. She slipped in and shut the door behind her before nearly falling into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

She trodded out a few minutes later, her pale green bathrobe loosely hugging her body while she ruffled her hair with a towel. Water sprinkled the walls as she made her way toward her main table, set up right against her custom wall of windows. She flicked the lights on and smiled as she watched Gimpy swim right on by, followed by several other whales whom she had also named, all framed by the lights from her apartment against the black sea beyond. She dropped down into her chair to watch them for a time as per her usual routine. She grinned. Life could just not get any sweeter than this.

That was when she noticed an envelope, perfectly placed in the center of her otherwise clutter-free table. It was exactly in the center, even aligned precisely. She blinked and picked it up. There was no mistake; this was addressed to her. She popped it open and pored over the letter within and raised an eyebrow. Wisdom and power? What? She scratched her head and looked up to watch the whales for a time. Why would she want either of those things? Unless power meant money of sorts. She shrugged and figured it would be best to go, anyway, to at least find out what the letter meant.

How did it even get where it was, anyway? She patted her hair, content with the light dampness of it. She hopped up, draped the towel over the back of her chair and then waddled off to her bedroom. It was getting quite late. The clock hanging over her bead screamed that it was past midnight. She groaned, dropped her bathrobe, and crawled into bed, far too lazy and tired to bother doing much else. She flicked out the light and drifted away into the world of her dreams, which was not much different from her real world.


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Posted 28 July 2011 - 01:53 PM

Easily mistaken for one of the dead, Griffin was sprawled out in his bed in a rather awkward position. His left arm was bent under his body and his entire right side was hanging off of his bed. His eye fluttered open to witness the darkened sky of Chelytos outside of his window. He groaned loudly, flopping to the floor in a heap of human parts and blankets.

He pushed himself to his feet, grumbling about something or other. He scratched the back of his head, causing his already messy hair to get even more so. His feet shuffled as he crossed his small, dingy, flat to his kitchen area. He pulled out a few leftover slices of bread and gave each a quick sniff to see if they were still good. Deciding that he probably wouldn't die from eating them, he tossed them into a rusted old toaster. It took four pulls to get the bread to enter the toaster.

He ripped open his fridge and stuck his head into it, looking for his jar of Chelytos brand Jelly. It was the cheap stuff, of course, but it was good enough. He spied it at the back behind a few loose eggs and snagged it.

He tossed it onto the counter as his toast was finished. It popped up loudly, burnt to a blackened crisp. He sighed. He popped open the top of his jelly to find a folded white envelop. He blinked. He pulled it out, looking at the address on the front as he sucked the jelly off of the envelop. He tore it open and held up the paper. His eyes scanned it as his free hand grabbed the bread, folded it in half, and dipped it into the jar of jelly.

He stuffed the crispy bread into his mouth, getting the purple, tasty jelly all over his mouth. He wiped it with his forearm.

"A fete?" He wondered, crushing the second burnt piece of toast, dumping jelly ontp the pieces without looking.

"Sounds like a feast. Maybe they're similar. Food, eh? I'm down." Griffin continued to speak to himself. He glanced at the toast to see that jelly was all over his countertop. He shrugged.

"First of August?" He wondered, popping a jelly slathered piece of toast into his mouth.

"What day is it today?" He wondered aloud. He looked to his calendar. It was from the year 2245. That wouldn't help.

"I should try to find out, I suppose. I wouldn't wanna miss free food." Griffin reasoned, nodding to himself.

He pulled on a shirt and shoes and grabbed a light jacket, dusting it off. He threw it on and wandered out of his apartment, on a quest to find out what day it was.


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Posted 29 July 2011 - 10:28 PM

A pale crescent moon hung loosely in the sky as Griffin haphazardly wandered through the sparsely populated streets of Chelytos. Although he would not notice, a woman sat at small café across the street. With feigned interest she watched the boy as she slowly sipped on her coffee. After she had set down her cup, she brushed back her short, platinum blonde hair.

"Well now, this just will not do," she cooed softly to no one in particular.

With a soft snap of her fingers, a small breeze would suddenly flutter to life. From a side alley, a piece of newspaper from the previous day would be gently blown into Griffin's face. Although many of the articles would be illegible, the date would be found in small print on the upper right corner of the paper. It would clearly read:
"Friday, July 31st 2249."

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Posted 29 July 2011 - 10:50 PM

Hands dug deep into his pockets, Griffin wandered the street, his head on a swivel looking for something to let him know what the date was. He grabbed someone on the street and shook them, startling them.

"What day is it!?" He demanded, his eyes narrowing.

"F-friday..." they barely whispered.

Griffin eyed them intently for a moment, "You sure?"

Their eyes darted around nervously, "Pretty sure... is this some sort of a joke? Are you on drugs?"

Griffin released him, "No drugs, just Chelytos brand Jelly Toast."

The man wasn't sure what to think of this and turned around to scurry away. Griffin watched him run.

"What a weird guy. He was little to no help."

He turned around to be assaulted by a newspaper. He tore it from his face, "Pieceashit!" He hollered, holding it up about to tear it in half. He paused for a moment and stared at the paper. He pulled it close, but it was hard to make out in the dying light. Tucking the paper into his jacket's pocket he bolted down the street towards a street lamp.

He arrived and unfolded the newspaper from his pocket.

He slapped the paper with the back of his hand, "Damn it. Those damn Flamingos are horrible this year. Staked out again."

He crumpled the paper and tossed it into a street side waste receptacle. He continued on his way. He took three steps precisely before he stopped and cast a glance over his shoulder at the waste bin. He thought for a moment. He wandered back to it and leaned over, sifting through the trash for a few moments.

He plucked the paper from the bin and unfolded it again. He peered into the top corner to see that there was, in fact, a date on it.

"31st, huh?" He said slowly, analyzing the information.

"Looks like all I gotta do now is figure out where in the heck I'm supposed to go. Oasis something-or-other. Think I've heard of it before. Somewhere. Oh well. I'll figure it out."

He turned on his heels and walked home, glad that he got something accomplished, even if it was only finding out what date it was. More productive day than most!


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Posted 29 July 2011 - 10:58 PM

Elizabeth woke with a start as she heard the front door of the apartment close. Probably just Anthony going to work. She turned and looked at the clock; it was already 1 pm. Hmm... Anthony should already be at work. Elizabeth sighed and sat up in her bed. Guess I'd better investigate. She stood up and went out to the kitchen, from where she could easily see the rest of the apartment.

"Is someone in here?" she called to the empty apartment; there was no answer. I'm being ridiculous. I probably just imagined the door. Elizabeth stood in the kitchen for a moment. Her stomach then emitted a rather loud rumble. She opened the door to the refrigerator and found only a gallon of milk. She went to peruse the pantry with a sigh, where she thankfully found some cereal. She poured some into a bowl, but when she started pouring the milk, it came out in thick chunks that just sat on top of the cereal. Elizabeth checked the date on the milk; it read Best before 13 June 2249.

"God dammit, Anthony," Elizabeth grumbled. I guess I'll have to go out and buy something. Elizabeth paused, wondering if she should take a shower. She decided against it; what did she care if people were offended by her odor? She was starving, and she didn't want to have to wait much longer to eat.

Elizabeth returned to her room to get ready to go out. She pulled on her clothes and grabbed the credit card tied to Anthony's bank account. She opened the box that held her mother's necklace; she picked it up and held it in her hand for a moment. A folded envelope that had been sitting in the box below the necklace then caught her eye.

"What the..." Elizabeth wondered aloud. She took the envelope, opened it and pulled out the letter inside. She scanned through it quickly, and then once more, not quite comprehending what she had read. It was all very enticing, but she couldn't understand why she would be asked to attend, and who this "Thasia" could be. Still, she couldn't pass up the chance that she could gain some unimaginable power. And even if that part didn't pan out, then at the very least she'd get some free food, and might even be able to bring some home.

Elizabeth shrugged and set the letter back on the table. She fastened her necklace around her neck, and started to walk to the front door. She paused in the kitchen, grabbed a pen and the shopping list, and quickly scrawled "FOOD" on it for Anthony before leaving through the front door to get some lunch.


*Italics are Elizabeth's thoughts, in case it wasn't clear. :I

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Posted 30 July 2011 - 09:17 PM

Biggs carefully closed the door to ensure no sound was generated to wake up his family. Biggs would occasionally come back home on the weekends to spend time with his family, not that he wanted to, his parents just paid for his tuition. He had yet to settle their differences and this took a impact on their relationship. Biggs would always plan to miss Friday's dinner by making an excuse; tonight's was work. His dinner was always left on the dining table. He wasn't sure why his mom continued to prepare it for him. He was never there to eat with her, maybe her knowing he would eventually eat it was enough. Biggs quickly and with care of silence took a quick shower and performed basic hygiene. After he robed he went to enjoy his late dinner. As he sat Biggs noticed an envelope in front of the meal. He groaned as he picked up the letter, unsure what his parents were asking of him now. How passive aggressive they can be, Biggs stated to himself. He no longer held his state of quiet as he opened it. He took the contents of the letter in. Biggs thought, I don't know a Thasia, parents must know her. One thing for sure I'm not going to an event that they want me to attend. Not to mention it uses a silly dead language to say "party", how quaint. Biggs was ticked off a bit, he had not agreed to this event with his parents. He quickly ate, dressed, and got his belongings to began the travel to his flat, he was not staying at the house tonight.

As he jogged the several mile distance he thought over the line "Those who attend will be blessed with boons of both wisdom and power beyond any they could imagine" again and again. A eerie feeling came to him that maybe his parents didn't leave the letter for him. As he neared his flat he picked up the pace and quickly ascended the stairs in record time and at one point he huffed, "Four.... ...ty.... ...more.... ..floors.... ..left." He finally got to his level and looked at his watch. He was short by half a second. Biggs wanted to scream but he noticed it was two in the morning. He went inside his flat and performed hygiene once more. He began to walk to his personal computer just to change his mind to walk to his bed. He quickly went through his to-do list for tomorrow. The fete rose to his mind as he laid himself on the bed. Fine, I'll go, I guess it's formal, this is way I had those clothes made. He smiled at his own cleverness and quickly fell asleep, forgetting to set his alarm. He would dream of jelly toast that night.

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Posted 31 July 2011 - 05:35 AM

A serene sunrise ushers in a new day for the citizens of Chelytos. As sunlight crawls lazily across the land, the people of this grand city slowly awake from their peaceful slumber.

Yet, fate will not allow a few select citizens to oversleep on this balmy morning. If they do not wake up through their own means, they will find themselves quite alarmed as every electronic device within their home explodes into a cacophonic concert unlike that of which they have ever heard.

Once awake, each guest will receive a message. Those who do not posses a mobile phone will receive this message through any number of electronic devices they happen to be near, whether it be a television, pay phone, or radio.

A feminine voice will adamantly announce, "In order to make it to this wonderful party on time, it is advisable that all the attendees begin making their way to the Oasis Rosarum as soon as possible. Those who are not punctual will be reprimanded. That is all."

The voice will ignore any questions or comments, and the line will promptly go dead as she finishes speaking.

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Posted 31 July 2011 - 09:06 AM

Suddenly, the can of Chelytos' brand Jelly started to shake and vibrate. Biggs quickly leaped to save it as it fell from the counter.

Biggs had now reached conscience. He looked where he was, on the floor by the side of his bead, his feet still on the mattress. He groaned as he acknowledged that the temptation of jelly caused him to move his entire body. He quickly got it and noticed his phone was ringing which he picked just in the nick of time.

"Hello?", he said with a morning voice.

"Oh Biggs, you're all right. We noticed you dropped by but we couldn't find you, you had us worried," his mother said with interest.

"Mom, I'm fine, plans came up. What time is it?" , Biggs replied.

"Eleven-thirty, why?" , mother questioned.

"Oh shoot, mom I got to go, I have somewhere to be. That place in the letter by food you placed. I guess I'll see you there?", Biggs quickly stated.

"Letter...?", his mom puzzled.

"Buy, " Biggs said as he hang up the phone.

The phone rang once immediately again. He picked it up and listened, wondering how his mom could be so quick at redialing.

A feminine voice adamantly announced, "In order to make it to this wonderful party on time, it is advisable that all the attendees begin making their way to the Oasis Rosarum as soon as possible. Those who are not punctual will be reprimanded. That is all."

The phone line then clicked and Biggs hung up the phone. Reprimanded? And why does that voice remind me of Chelytos' brand Jelly.

He quickly got dressed and prepared in ten seconds flat making sure to look 20% cooler. He then got on his bike and quickly took the spiraling roadway down the building and to the Oasis Rosarum. Tea Party should be interesting, I hope they have jelly toast.

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Posted 31 July 2011 - 08:34 PM

An alarm which Griffin had never before set in his entire span of owning the device suddenly began chirping incessantly. His eyes shot open as sunlight pierced them, forcing him to squint.

He untangled himself from his bedsheets somehow and dug about his room looking for the alarm clock. Piles of junk began to grow in every corner of hid bedroom as his rather dingy floor became visible once more. No clock.

He got up and wandered to his closet, throwing open the door. Nestled in a box was the device. He tore the box open and glanced at it. It was flashing 12:12 and showed the date as August 1st. If only he had this yesterday. He grabbed it and turned it over, tearing open the battery compartment. He drew the batteries from it and threw them across the room, silencing the evil machine.

He ruffled his hair and grabbed some of the clothes from his bed, tossing them on. He grabbed his mobile phone and stuffed it into his pocket. It rang. He put it on silence.

It rang again.

He blinked a few time and flipped it open.

"Hello?" He asked, curious.

"In order to make it to this wonder-"

He shut the phone. It rang again. He ignored the call. His phone vibrated in his pocket.

He drew it again, flipped it open, and saw a text message waiting. He opened it. Some sort of spam. He shrugged.

He had a party to go to, and decided he didn't want to be late. So, at the crack of noon, he was off. It wouldn't take long to arrive, he figured. Unless he got lost...


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Posted 01 August 2011 - 09:42 AM

Alexandria lay deep in slumber, cuddling her pillow tightly to her chest. Suddenly she felt a rumbling, though she slept right through it. With each rumble, she unconsciously inched closer and closer to the edge of the bed. Soon, she found herself on the floor, tangled in her blankets, shocked awake. She blinked and rubbed her head, wondering how that happened.

She struggled to her feet, carefully slipping the covers from around her. She never falls out of bed. Not ever. She was thrown from her feet when her flat shook once more, and she tumbled back to her bed. She grumbled and stumbled toward her window wall, clutching her sheets about her bare body to keep some semblance of decency about her only to see a whale crashing into the wall. She threw up her hands, quickly caught the blanket to hold it about herself, and shouted, "What in the blue blazes are you doing, waking me this early!?" She was far too drowsy to actually see the utter insanity in whales ramming the building. She could tell it was early from the tint of the ocean outside her window. When the whale noticed her, it seemed to stop and swim off, stopping its relentless assault.

She tromped back to her room and threw clothes on, suddenly feeling quite embarrassed that she had dropped her sheet there before the window accidentally. She shuffled out as she pulled her emerald sweater on over her tank top. She plucked her phone from her purse to check the time, but it began ringing before she had a chance to see it. She touched it to her ear and answered the call from unknown caller with a weak, "Hello?" An unfamiliar voice spoke to her quietly from the other end. She sighed when the phone call ended and checked the time. Nearly eleven. She rubbed the bridge of her nose and groaned. So early. It would only take approximately fifteen minutes to get to the Rosarium from her building. She dropped her phone back into her purse and plucked it from the ground, hanging it over her shoulder.

She slipped out the front door, heading for the elevators lazily as she dragged her feet along behind her, yawning every few steps and rubbing sleep from her eyes. She took the landlubber elevator for the first time in a long while, soon stepping out onto the street. She hailed a cab and alerted the driver to the urgency of her trip. She had no car of her own, so this was her best shot at reaching the Oasis Rosarium on time. She was starving, now, so she hoped the food they served would at least satiate her hunger.


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Posted 02 August 2011 - 04:10 PM

During promotional weeks, the agents of Chelytos Eastern Radio would always have a live breakfast conference with its signed talent. They would usually determine who gets to host the events during these meetings and Bismarck was ready to throw his hat in for the the opening show. After all, these opening shows usually had good ratings and focused more on the hosts rather than the closing shows where the winners take up all the time to mention everyone they know while everyone in attendance tunes out. Yes, Bismarck was ready for it.

But the same couldn't be said for his computer. The infamous blue screen of death was the only thing on his display monitor. After browsing through a number of quick fixes and solutions that he had on hand, Bismarck was ready to just run out to the station in order to actually be a part of the meeting. As he was ready to get out, a message flashed on his screen. He quickly skimmed through it, only picking certain words which stood out.

"The Oasis Rosarium? That must be the place where the opening show's gonna be!" exclaimed Bismarck. Without further thought, he was now on his way to what would hopefully be a more life-changing event than the Chelytos Home Radio contest.

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Posted 06 August 2011 - 06:18 PM

Elizabeth focused her attention to the living room. The television was on, and it was quite loud. Annoyed, Elizabeth walked into the living room to tell Anthony to turn down the volume so she could get some sleep.

But Anthony wasn't in the living room. No one was. She turned to the television; there was no picture on the screen, just a female voice saying something about a party and the Oasis Rosarum...

Elizabeth turned off the television and headed to Anthony's bedroom to tell him off for wasting electricity. Not that she cared, she was just annoyed at having been woken up at eight o'clock in the morning. She opened the door swiftly and forcefully.

Anthony wasn't in his room, either. Elizabeth was seriously getting annoyed. Where could he have gone? She left Anthony's room, slamming the door behind her. She went to the kitchen to get breakfast, but then remembered that they were out of food.

Elizabeth yelled out in her rage, but then noticed that the shopping list had been taken. Oh... Anthony must have gone shopping, then... But what was she going to do for food now?

"...it is advisable that all the attendees begin making their way to the Oasis Rosarum as soon as possible." What the... Elizabeth looked into the living room and found once again that the television was on.

Elizabeth then remembered the letter she had received the previous day. It had also said something about the Oasis-whatever...

I suppose I'd better leave... In order to achieve maximum avoidance of people, Elizabeth never took public transportation, and always walked everywhere. Though inconvenient and time-consuming, Elizabeth much preferred it to other methods of travel.

Elizabeth was still dressed from the previous day, so she simply sprayed herself with some of Anthony's deodorant and left the apartment to begin her journey.


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Posted 09 August 2011 - 06:57 AM

The Oasis Rosarum is widely known as one of the premier Oases of Chelytos. Tucked behind a baroque wrought iron fence, this colossal rose garden covers a astounding twenty acres of land. The assortment of roses that are said to grow here make even the most jaded horticulturists turn green with envy. Though, that is only one of the many draws of this Oasis.

Speckled throughout these grounds lay a vast collection of smaller sights to behold, ranging from serene fountains to an antique and pristine church. A variety of lavish buildings were also built along the perimeter of this Oasis in order to take advantage of its breathtaking views.

Somewhere deep within the Oasis, there lies a large, ornate fountain framed by stone benches. The scene depicted in its dark obsidian is that of a small girl chasing tirelessly after an alabaster rabbit. At the top of this sculpture hangs a small, platinum-colored bell. To the left of the fountain, an ancient table stands solemnly beneath a tall oak tree. The deep ochre color of the table is a stark contrast to the vibrant roses which flourish around it, and a variety of tantalizing treats sit upon its sturdy top. Situated delicately between a small bowl of ice cream and a miniature lemon tart rests a small sign embezzled with two simple words; "Eat me."

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Posted 09 August 2011 - 09:08 PM

Never having been to this Oasis before, Griffin wasn't too sure how to react to it.

Upon seeing the overwhelming sight of red roses, he sighed heavily. Flowers weren't exactly his thing. He was pretty allergic to them, actually.

He slipped through the gate, keeping as far away from the beautiful buds as he could. However, the smell of baked goods overwhelmed his flowerphobia and he carefully wandered through the hedge maze of deadly roses until he came across a rather peculiar scene.

Seeing no one else there aside from himself, he wandered up to the long disgusting colored table near a black fountain. He wandered up to the food and sighed heavily. Nothing looked appetizing at the moment. He snagged a plate that was nearby and heaped on a bit of everything onto the plate. He looked around for a moment, finally deciding to sit on the edge of the fountain.

He plopped down after admiring the scrawled portrait and bit into a lemon tart. He didn't find that satisfactory. He looked around for a place to dump it, but all he could think of was the fountain itself. After making sure no one would be witness to it, he dumped it over the side into the fountain and grabbed a scoop of ice cream and shoveled it down.

He craned his neck upwards at the tall tree overlooking the strange place and sneezed heavily, dropping his plate to the ground after snatching a raspberry danish out of midair.

"Stupid flowers." He grumbled, poking the mess of sugary sweets with the toe of his shoe.

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Posted 10 August 2011 - 05:26 PM

Her taxi pulled up outside the Oasis Rosarium's gate. She paid her tab and slipped out of the vehicle, hugging herself as a brisk wind blew past her form. She looked out toward the Rosarium. She had never been here before, but she thought it could be worse, for sure. Pushing open the gate, Alexandria strode forth into the garden, taking in her surroundings with deep, held breaths. The smells were exquisite, she guessed, if one cared for these types of delights.

She did not care much for the smell of flowers, as it contrasted so greatly with the much more delicious scent of winds blowing in off the ocean. Taking care not to step on a small field mouse which darted across the path she had chosen to walk, she made her way toward the fountain upon which a boy sat. She wondered if he might be the one who had written that letter. As she approached, she plucked the envelope from her purse and began to open it, jumping when the boy sneezed. She shuddered and grimaced, deciding it might be best not to talk with him, after all. She loosed a weak, "Gesundheit," and smiled as she shifted past him, taking care not to step in any of his spilled food.

She saw the sign which practically begged her to gorge herself on the foodstuffs sitting upon the table. Her purse shoulder slackened, dropping the strap to her hand when she saw the ice cream. She puffed out her cheeks, flicked the purse back up, and snatched up a bowl. She shoveled mounds of the treat into it, so tall that she needed to deal with a constant balancing act, even while standing still, to prevent it from toppling to the lush grass at her feet.

She stumbled backward and sat down somewhat beside the boy, but far enough away to keep her ice cream from toppling on him, should it fall from her grip. She realized too late that she had forgotten to grab a spoon. She looked to the boy and said, "Hello, I'm Alexandria. Are you the one I'm here to meet?" While waiting for a response, she went about licking the ice cream as neatly as she could. She could not avoid getting it all over her face in the process, though, so when she turned back to face him, her face was mottled with specs of mint, chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla ice cream while she swished what she miraculously got into her mouth around.

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Posted 11 August 2011 - 03:12 AM

"How convenient for the levvy bus to have a stop right outside the Rosarum. The company should really look into getting a partnership with them if we plan to hold meetings in these places." Bismarck had just arrived in front of where his meeting was suppose to take place. He had never really been to the Rosarum, or even knew it existed until now. As he proceeded inside, the vibrant sight of flowers was found all around the building. "I guess this is why it's called the Rosarum. Though I highly doubt all of these flowers are roses."

Bismarck soon found where the food had been set up. Two other people were around but they didn't look like anyone he knew from the agents meeting. Not wanting to make a bad first impression, Bismarck proceeded towards them.

"Hey! Wait, don't tell me. You guys must be from the West or Northern coverage sites? Well, it's an honor to know that other people have taken interest in this event. But enough with the formalities, I'll just wait until the agents get here so we can get this party started!" Bismarck said with a smile, not even hearing out one word from either of them. He then grabbed a nearby plate, took a slice of what looked like chiffon cake and slathered ice cream all over it. It tasted a bit "different" but that was to be expected.

"These agent meetings always end up with distasteful items on the menu." half-jokingly complained Bismarck towards the young woman and the particularly outlandish young man.

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Posted 12 August 2011 - 03:13 PM

Griffin stared at the girl who had arrived shortly after him, gathering food without acknowledging his presence aside from his sneezing. He took a chunk out of the danish, quickly swallowing it with barely a chew. It was okay. She plopped down beside him with a rather wobbly looking bit of ice cream.

She introduced herself as Alexandria before promptly stuffing her face into the mountain of ice cream. He leaned over and plucked a metal spoon from the table and offered it to her when she angled her messy visage back in his direction.

"Try eating like a human, Alex." He grumbled, offering the spoon to her. He pushed it into the side of the ice cream, not wanting to chance her sticky hands touching him. It wobbled a bit from the impact. He scooted away slightly, out of the falling range.


"Name's Griffin. No idea what the heck you're talking about though about meeting anyone. If you are, I'm sure as hell not them. Got this crazy shit yesterday about meeting here or something. I forget the details."

He trailed off as a goofy looking older guy wearing brown tights wandered into the Rosarum, somehow shocked at what he's seeing. Griffin figured he didn't get out much.

As soon as the guy asked if they were from the East or South something-or-other things, Griffin snapped back that he didn't know what the fuck this guy was jabbering about. However, he paid him no mind and got some food. Griffin tossed Alexandria a bit of a confused look, as if saying 'can you believe this guy?' with his perplexed expression.

"I said we aren't fucking agents, you weirdo." Griffin grumbled after the man rambled on more about agents and whatever. He didn't much care. This day was already pretty damned irritating, and the bugs crawling on the rest of his free food he had snagged was not cheering him up much. He shot the older guy a look, "Who the hell are you anyway and..." he paused, looking the guy up and down.

"What's with the towel and the shit-brown tights?"


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Posted 12 August 2011 - 03:21 PM

Alex smiled and thanked Griffin for the spoon. She precariously balanced her ice cream bowl on her lap as she rifled through her purse for a handkerchief to wipe her mouth with as the odd man wandered over to them. She went about silently enjoying her ice cream while the man blathered of agents and coverage sites and other things she did not much pretend to understand.

She giggled at Griffin's responses to the man's insanity and shrugged when he offered her a quizzical glance, silently responding, 'No clue what's up with him, either.' Her eyes flicked to the towel and pants as Griffin mentioned them. The towel did seem strange.

She widened her eyes, swallowed a mouthful of ice cream, and then leered out from behind the mountain of it which sat before her as she asked, "Are you a secret agent!? Is this like some sort of recruitment meeting for secret agents?" She retreated to herself as she whispered, "That would be so cool..." She resumed shoveling ice cream into her mouth, slowly working her way through the utterly ridiculous heap of it she had procured for herself.