The Fusion Session

A young girl stands in her bedroom. It jus so happens that today, the fifteenth of February, is a bit less than a month after her birthday. I'm not entirely sure why I felt the urge to point that out, actually. The presents are open and scattered about her room- A room which, coincidentally, leads us to her INTERESTS. She enjoys GOOD MUSIC, but PASSABLE MUSIC is sometimes seen around her too. Her PASSION, though, is CONFUSION OF ALL TYPES, and she IS QUITE GOOD AT IT, if not SLIGHTLY INCONSIDERATE ABOUT IT. She also enjoyes the ODD GAME, but so do most.

What will the name of this girl be?

> Enter name.


{ FATSO VONBEATSBURGER }
{ NICE TRY, NINCOMPOOP }

> Try again.


{ LIZY LARSON }

Much better. Now, on to the next person, snap snap!

==>

//off topic: I accidentally kept sweeps and the same naming quirks as a troll, so Ganmor becomes Jami, it works as a male name as well, and the sweeps becomes years. Everything else is the same//

There's a weird young boy in his room. His birthday is nine months from now or four months ago, your choice I guess. His INTERESTS are his collection of GAMES, BOOKS ON GAMES and his COMPUTER. His PASSIONS are making games more to his liking, typically making them more difficult and himself. Though he often likes to listen to REMIXED MUSIC and for some reason HATS.

What will his name be?

>Enter Name.

{ WEIRDO HACKERDUDE }
{ WRONG! }

>Try Again

{ JAMI PENEIM }

It'll have to do I guess. He's started with messing with his games again. On to the next guy/gal, I guess?

==>

You come upon a young Troll in the midst of his work, passionatly slashing a canvas with streaks of various colors. He brought appropriate image sto his mind, calling on the emotions he sought as he translate dinner being to a physical form upon the canvas. He was hired by a Blue blood, a rather powerful one mind you, to paint the Highblood using only words the high blood had sent to him as a reference.

He had quickly decided that instead of a true portrait, he would capture the Highblood in a more pure form, one of emotion and color. SO far, he had a tall imposing troll figure standing atop a pyramid of warm colors such as red to yellow. Within his hands, the colors above him were held onto, and seemed to be polling down the very sky as he lifted himself up above it all. There would be more, but Oroate would be working hard on this piece for a long time to come, just to make it perfect as a new word came every week from the highblood.

He sighed, chuckling at the challenge. He had pretended to be afraid infront of the high blood, to lower his expectations, and now expected to blow the high blood away with his work when he finished it all.

A young lady stands in her living room. She-wait, what is she doing there? There is a way these are supposed to happen. Whatever. She is surrounded by statues of... herself. She is sculpting at the moment, creating an exquisite bust of... her bust. At least she has a shirt on. Lets distract ourselves from that. Her interests include BUSTS and SCULPTING THEM both the KIND ON YOUR CHEST and the ONES MADE OF STONE. She is also a gardener of SAVAGE AND MONSTROUS PLANTS that she has to whoop into submission. She also loves COMPUTERS AND COMPUTER ACCESSORIES. She also loves frogs. Her mom says she is part frog as a joke sometimes. Its not a joke though.

What is her name?

===>

[Tiddy Ninja]

Well she isn't against it. But no.

===> Tiddy Ninja, finish the bust.

She strikes a kung fu pose and then punches it so hard it explodes.
I said no Tiddy Ninja damn it, her name is Myrt Herman.\

===> Be someone else while we get this sorted

> Be someone else while we get this sorted


You are now someone else.
You're sort of just standing in your room doing nothing.

> Retrieve arms from refrigerator!

You... You'd better not. Besides, the fridge is all the way downstairs, and you'd rather not risk contact with your Big Sis. Besides, you already have arms.

> Examine nearest present. Feel remorse at the lack of more.


The nearest present hasn't yet been set in stone! You can't remember or see what it is until it's been stated by the giver! Anyhow, you're completely OK with any amount of presents.

> Fine then, open Pesterchum.


You sit down at your iHusk laptop, and pop it open. No new messages, but it's pretty early in the morning. Maybe somebody's awake, though?

Show Pesterlog:

Spoiler:

> Quick, catch that message! Play Pong with characters!

Jami is playing a game of Tetris that seems to be going faster than what's visible until he gets a message and is interrupted and loses in half a second.

dialoglog:

Oroate felt a small vibration in his pocket, and sighed, putting down his brush to take a break and let the paint dry a little before he continued his work. Taking out a small phone, he began to look through the small messages that had popped up to alert him to things.

Seeing that his friends were finally hopping off their asses and signing in, Oroate decided he'd continue the rest of the painting later, placing his tools down and heading to his computer.

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