Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 8:30 am
Dorian wrote:you just described Zephyr
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 10:13 am
Anyway, yeah. But I guess if the author knew, "schizophrenia" gave the poem a better flow. heh
Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 7:07 pm
You just described everyone in the game. The players, that is... not the characters.Loremaster wrote:Actually, schizophrenia is not a multiple personality disorder. It's a disorder characterised by delusions, auditory, visual and sometimes tactile hallucinations, lack of affective expression, difficulty dealing with social situations or inappropriate reactions.
Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 7:47 pm
The Numen wrote:You just described everyone in the game. The players, that is... not the characters.Loremaster wrote:Actually, schizophrenia is not a multiple personality disorder. It's a disorder characterised by delusions, auditory, visual and sometimes tactile hallucinations, lack of affective expression, difficulty dealing with social situations or inappropriate reactions.
*meekly raises hand*
...guilty as charged...
...but don't go judging all of the other Pantheon players on me.
Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 10:42 pm
The Numen Dance Troup
Proudly Presents:
Cryptic Hints
A poem, expressed through interpretive dance.
Act I - Rising Action
Setting: The audience must be a single person, who alone on a flat beach at low tide, facing east as the sun rises and the tide comes in. The audience is bound to a chair, which is actually part of a litter. The audience's limbs are all bound tightly and cannot move. His head is free to turn. Four dworrows will bear the litter to the edge of the water, and place it between the high and low points of the waves, so that the audience's feet are constantly being washed with the ocean's water. If the audience speaks, one of the dwarrow will punch him in the gut. The dwarrow do not speak.
As the first beam of light strikes the audience in the eyes, 100 male houka wearing sage green (the traditional houka color of femaninity) tunics appear, standing on the surface of the water. They 100 appear slightly to the audience's left, so that the 100th houka's shadow covers the left eye of the audience. They stand in a 10 by 10 formation, wearing masks. The masks are white procelain, with characiture houka faces drawn on them. Cat's nose, whiskers, eyes but otherwise blank white. The interior of each mask is shaped to fit a human's face, but these are actual houka wearing the masks. They do not fit very well as a result.
The 100 wait for the person of the audience to focus on them. The 100th shifts slightly to make sure that his shadow only ever covers the left eye of the audience, and the rising sun continues to shine into his right eye. When the audience stops trying to shift so that both eyes are in shadow, and just pays attention to the houka, they act. They move and speak in unisen.
All 100 turn to their heads to the left, the audience's right, and hold their hands over their head, also to the left. Their hands curve downwards, index fingers pointing with the other fingers curved more into the hands. It seems as if they are pointing at the sun, arms rising up and fingers pointing down to where the sun just pokes above the horizon. (Think Michael Jackson's "Thriller".) They shout, "Oh Xar, Father of all, hear us!"
All 100 houka quickly take a step to their right, and drop their arms to be exactly parallel with the ground. (Left arm pointing straight to the left, right arm crossing the chest and also pointing straight left.) The sun can now shine into both eyes of the audience, now.
The audience will spend some time adjusting to the change in light. When that is done, 100 female houka appear. They are also in a 10 by 10 formation, between the audience and the rising sun, slightly offset so that the 1st one will cast a shadow onto only the right eye of the audience. They are wearing orange tunics, the traditional color of masculenity among the houka. They're wearing black silk hoods over their faces, with no markings at all.
They remain still until the audience again settles from the sunlight in only one eye. The dwarrow will have to punch the audience again by this point, and the houka will remain still until the audience directly looks at them. The 1st female will always keep her shadow covering only the audience's right eye.
When they have his attention, the females will raise their hands over their heads, in a mirror of what the males did, arms up and to the right, hands pointing down at the sun on the horizon. They also shout, "Oh Xar, Father of all, hear us!"
The 100 females all take a step to their left and drop their arms to also be parallel to the ground, hands pointing straight to the right. (The males have not moved, so now both groups are pointing directly at each other.)
Again, the audience must adjust to the change in sunlight. Perhaps the audience has spoken a curse about his mistreatment. The dwarrow has reacted to this, and now the audience is recovering.
All 200 houka bend their wrists, so that their arms are still straight, but their hands now point at the sun on the horizon. Then, a human appears directly in front of the audience, even with the farthest (10th) row of houka in each of the 10 by 10 formations. She blocks the sunlight from both eyes of the audience. She is completely hairless, and her skin is painted blue (the blue of a suffocated person), the traditional houka color of death. She is naked, except for a pair of gloves which run to her upper arms (right one is orange, left one is sage green) and a pair of stockings which run to her thighes (right one is sage green, left one is orange).
"NOTHING!" she shouts. Then, she drops to the surface of the water, crawling towards the audience on hands and feet (knees are NOT used for this crawling). As she drops, the sun shines under her torso into the eyes of the audience, though she makes a point of moving into and out of the sunlight, so that the audience's eyes are constantly having to adjust to the changes.
When she arrives at the audience, she crawls up onto the his lap, ending up straddling him. Her head snaps upwards, blocking the sunlight from his eyes, and she grabs his head with both hands. She pulls her face right up to his, foreheads touching. She stares him intently in the eyes, and continues in a whisper, "Nothing rhymes with orange."
When the audience's face expresses confusion, which it must by now, she will clasp her legs around his torso, then lean backwards. She is very limber, and will be able to do a complete back bend. She will end with her hands on handles of the litter, and her head resting between the audience's feet. The sun will once again strike the audience in the eyes. If the audience speaks now, the dwarrow will strike him again in the gut, which is no longer blocked by the human woman.
"CRYPTIC," bellow the male houka.
The human says, "Orange."
"HINTS," scream the female houka.
The human says, "Orange."
One of the dwarrow will run up the beach, out of the audience's view.
"CRYPTIC," bellow the male houka.
The human says, "Orange."
"HINTS," scream the female houka.
The human says, "Orange."
Another one of the dwarrow will run up the beach, out of the audience's view.
"CRYPTIC," bellow the male houka.
The human says, "Orange."
"HINTS," scream the female houka.
The human says, "Orange."
Another one of the dwarrow will run up the beach, out of the audience's view.
"CRYPTIC," bellow the male houka.
The human says, "Orange."
"HINTS," scream the female houka.
The human says, "Orange."
The last of the dwarrow will run up the beach, out of the audience's view.
"CRYPTIC HINTS" scream all the houka at once, and vanish
The human woman will raise herself back up to look the audience in the face, yet still once again blocking the sun from his eyes. She reaches out a hand (the one in orange) to caress his face, and says sadly, "Nothing rhymes with orange."
She dismounts from him (actress's choice which side... the author suggesting changing this with every show, to keep the experience fresh) and strolls away along the water in whichever direction she dismounted (e.g. - if she dismounts to the audience's right, she keeps walking away from him on that side).
Once the tide has gone out, the four dwarrow will return to remove the body of the audience and prepare the chair for the next show.
Proudly Presents:
Cryptic Hints
A poem, expressed through interpretive dance.
Act I - Rising Action
Setting: The audience must be a single person, who alone on a flat beach at low tide, facing east as the sun rises and the tide comes in. The audience is bound to a chair, which is actually part of a litter. The audience's limbs are all bound tightly and cannot move. His head is free to turn. Four dworrows will bear the litter to the edge of the water, and place it between the high and low points of the waves, so that the audience's feet are constantly being washed with the ocean's water. If the audience speaks, one of the dwarrow will punch him in the gut. The dwarrow do not speak.
As the first beam of light strikes the audience in the eyes, 100 male houka wearing sage green (the traditional houka color of femaninity) tunics appear, standing on the surface of the water. They 100 appear slightly to the audience's left, so that the 100th houka's shadow covers the left eye of the audience. They stand in a 10 by 10 formation, wearing masks. The masks are white procelain, with characiture houka faces drawn on them. Cat's nose, whiskers, eyes but otherwise blank white. The interior of each mask is shaped to fit a human's face, but these are actual houka wearing the masks. They do not fit very well as a result.
The 100 wait for the person of the audience to focus on them. The 100th shifts slightly to make sure that his shadow only ever covers the left eye of the audience, and the rising sun continues to shine into his right eye. When the audience stops trying to shift so that both eyes are in shadow, and just pays attention to the houka, they act. They move and speak in unisen.
All 100 turn to their heads to the left, the audience's right, and hold their hands over their head, also to the left. Their hands curve downwards, index fingers pointing with the other fingers curved more into the hands. It seems as if they are pointing at the sun, arms rising up and fingers pointing down to where the sun just pokes above the horizon. (Think Michael Jackson's "Thriller".) They shout, "Oh Xar, Father of all, hear us!"
All 100 houka quickly take a step to their right, and drop their arms to be exactly parallel with the ground. (Left arm pointing straight to the left, right arm crossing the chest and also pointing straight left.) The sun can now shine into both eyes of the audience, now.
The audience will spend some time adjusting to the change in light. When that is done, 100 female houka appear. They are also in a 10 by 10 formation, between the audience and the rising sun, slightly offset so that the 1st one will cast a shadow onto only the right eye of the audience. They are wearing orange tunics, the traditional color of masculenity among the houka. They're wearing black silk hoods over their faces, with no markings at all.
They remain still until the audience again settles from the sunlight in only one eye. The dwarrow will have to punch the audience again by this point, and the houka will remain still until the audience directly looks at them. The 1st female will always keep her shadow covering only the audience's right eye.
When they have his attention, the females will raise their hands over their heads, in a mirror of what the males did, arms up and to the right, hands pointing down at the sun on the horizon. They also shout, "Oh Xar, Father of all, hear us!"
The 100 females all take a step to their left and drop their arms to also be parallel to the ground, hands pointing straight to the right. (The males have not moved, so now both groups are pointing directly at each other.)
Again, the audience must adjust to the change in sunlight. Perhaps the audience has spoken a curse about his mistreatment. The dwarrow has reacted to this, and now the audience is recovering.
All 200 houka bend their wrists, so that their arms are still straight, but their hands now point at the sun on the horizon. Then, a human appears directly in front of the audience, even with the farthest (10th) row of houka in each of the 10 by 10 formations. She blocks the sunlight from both eyes of the audience. She is completely hairless, and her skin is painted blue (the blue of a suffocated person), the traditional houka color of death. She is naked, except for a pair of gloves which run to her upper arms (right one is orange, left one is sage green) and a pair of stockings which run to her thighes (right one is sage green, left one is orange).
"NOTHING!" she shouts. Then, she drops to the surface of the water, crawling towards the audience on hands and feet (knees are NOT used for this crawling). As she drops, the sun shines under her torso into the eyes of the audience, though she makes a point of moving into and out of the sunlight, so that the audience's eyes are constantly having to adjust to the changes.
When she arrives at the audience, she crawls up onto the his lap, ending up straddling him. Her head snaps upwards, blocking the sunlight from his eyes, and she grabs his head with both hands. She pulls her face right up to his, foreheads touching. She stares him intently in the eyes, and continues in a whisper, "Nothing rhymes with orange."
When the audience's face expresses confusion, which it must by now, she will clasp her legs around his torso, then lean backwards. She is very limber, and will be able to do a complete back bend. She will end with her hands on handles of the litter, and her head resting between the audience's feet. The sun will once again strike the audience in the eyes. If the audience speaks now, the dwarrow will strike him again in the gut, which is no longer blocked by the human woman.
"CRYPTIC," bellow the male houka.
The human says, "Orange."
"HINTS," scream the female houka.
The human says, "Orange."
One of the dwarrow will run up the beach, out of the audience's view.
"CRYPTIC," bellow the male houka.
The human says, "Orange."
"HINTS," scream the female houka.
The human says, "Orange."
Another one of the dwarrow will run up the beach, out of the audience's view.
"CRYPTIC," bellow the male houka.
The human says, "Orange."
"HINTS," scream the female houka.
The human says, "Orange."
Another one of the dwarrow will run up the beach, out of the audience's view.
"CRYPTIC," bellow the male houka.
The human says, "Orange."
"HINTS," scream the female houka.
The human says, "Orange."
The last of the dwarrow will run up the beach, out of the audience's view.
"CRYPTIC HINTS" scream all the houka at once, and vanish
The human woman will raise herself back up to look the audience in the face, yet still once again blocking the sun from his eyes. She reaches out a hand (the one in orange) to caress his face, and says sadly, "Nothing rhymes with orange."
She dismounts from him (actress's choice which side... the author suggesting changing this with every show, to keep the experience fresh) and strolls away along the water in whichever direction she dismounted (e.g. - if she dismounts to the audience's right, she keeps walking away from him on that side).
Once the tide has gone out, the four dwarrow will return to remove the body of the audience and prepare the chair for the next show.
Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 10:57 pm
I am pleased to announce the foundation of Bel's newest settlement.
He has named it Borange.
He has named it Borange.
Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 11:48 pm
Murrin wrote:He has named it Borange.
Regarding the whole interpretive dance...
Nicely done, The Numen.
Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 12:15 am
If that doesn't guarantee the end of the world, I don't know what will. And what's best is that I haven't had an actual turn yet.
Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 12:56 am
Ahhhh ... the Lord of Desire and Decadance sees much to like in your performance Numen! Bravo!!! 
[As to Bel ... I ignore him ... oh ... no ... can't hold it in ... - forgive me; it WAS funny!! ]
[As to Bel ... I ignore him ... oh ... no ... can't hold it in ...
- forgive me; it WAS funny!! ]Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:34 am
I am but an egg.
Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 3:01 am
*covers grin*
...told you so...
...told you so...
Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 7:59 am
Sorry, the moving is still going on (courtesy of the distinctly un-German organization of the whole thing) so I'm still swamped... I'll go out on a limb and say maybe the moving will be done by thursday, which means afterwards I'll proceed more quickly with processing, but I'll keep you updated anyway.
Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 11:11 am
Cool. Thanks.
So who's in charge of this move? I'm trying to think of an appropriate Polish joke, but nothing comes to mind.
So who's in charge of this move? I'm trying to think of an appropriate Polish joke, but nothing comes to mind.
Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 1:23 pm
The Numen, at least your interpretive dance moved The AllFather in ways unknown, prompting him to gave us an update.
And I still think if you had dressed the male houka is blue tunics instead of sage green ones, you could have gotten this lot to chant out your "CRYPTIC" "HINTS" for you...
...ORANGE!...BLUE!...
(yes, the above is a link)
...where is that day old faded orange shirted Vol when I need him...
And I still think if you had dressed the male houka is blue tunics instead of sage green ones, you could have gotten this lot to chant out your "CRYPTIC" "HINTS" for you...
...ORANGE!...BLUE!...
(yes, the above is a link)
...where is that day old faded orange shirted Vol when I need him...
Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 4:53 pm
Menolly, you just criticised my dance poem because it did not support your college football team's color scheme?
But...
Uh...
<pinches bridge of nose>
<turns and walks away>
I don't think I can talk to you anymore.
But...
Uh...
<pinches bridge of nose>
<turns and walks away>
I don't think I can talk to you anymore.
Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 5:26 pm
hee hee hee...
I didn't criticize.
Just said it was a shame you chose the wrong color...
I didn't criticize.
Just said it was a shame you chose the wrong color...
Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 9:46 pm
Xar, while you're posting the next CH, can you tell Menolly that I'm not talking to her anymore?
Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 9:58 pm
BAH!!!
Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 8:49 am
Well, first of all I have to point out that because I have not received her turn orders for three consecutive turns nor have I heard anything from her regarding requests to be put on hold or any such thing, as per the rules Keev Furaha has been removed from the game.
Other than that, what to say... one deity has suffered a mighty blow that deity apparently did not expect at all, although one should have probably seen it coming. Another one also suffered a mighty blow, but at least was prepared and managed to minimize the damage.
Oh yes, there's also an odd swan song to be on the lookout for...
Other than that, what to say... one deity has suffered a mighty blow that deity apparently did not expect at all, although one should have probably seen it coming. Another one also suffered a mighty blow, but at least was prepared and managed to minimize the damage.
Oh yes, there's also an odd swan song to be on the lookout for...
Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 10:21 am
NO! Please, no singing!!!!!!