Kilojoules

Consonance eyed the small building, checking the paper that was levitating in front of him. Celestial Gem Collection in Appleoosa! All are welcome to participate. he read, smiling. He always enjoyed social gatherings; mostly festivals and the like, but this was close enough. He stepped through the door of the building, taking in the scent of saw dust and musk. It was a new smell for Consonance, so he took it in stride and breathed deep. He noticed two or three other ponies; taking note of one that was reading a list. He trotted on over, a calm smile over his face. [colour=#8B4513]"Tidings. Is this where we check in?"[/colour] he asked, smiling. His accent was something odd; It sounded like a Canterlot accent, though with a slightly sing-songy lilt. Furthermore he looked like he belonged to a very rural area, and even his word choice seemed odd; Old fashioned, even. The other stallion made a grunt which Cons took for a 'yes'. "Name?" the Stallion asked, obviously bored. [colour=#8b4513]"I am Consonance."[/colour] the dirt-brown stallion replied. He gave a smile as the list-checker or whatever he was gestured toward an open-pit fireplace. "Y'all can just go sit in ta lobby until every pony is here." he drawled, going back over the list which he had probably ready three times over. Consonance nodded and moved over to the fireplace, taking his seat upon an old leather chair across from one of the other participants. Consonance smiled at the other stallion; a toast-colored stallion. [colour=#8b4513]"Tidings! I assume you're here for the collecting?"[/colour] he said, using magic to unstrap his modified saddlebag. He gently set it down beside him, though there wasn't much room with his Shire-esque form taking up the seat.

Pumpkin let his attention wander away from the served ponies and onto his current customer; a pony who had introduced himself as Razor Gears. The name in it's self, Pumpkin Bright thought, was terrifying. As for the order, he just set the pad and pencil down, not really knowing why he bothered with it. He gave a warm smile, and nodded, though the headache that was already starting in his skull throbbed about, and he was not looking forward to the coming migraine that would sure follow. [colour=#006400]"Well, then you're going to want Pumpkin-Cinnamon. And as for tea; I'm sure I have something in the pantry."[/colour] he said. Pumpkin turned around, heading into the back. The clang of metal could be heard, and the click! click! click! of a gas stove being turned on. More clanging of metal came along with the sound of running water, then more clanging as if something heavy and metal were being set down. Moments later he returned with a bag in between his jaws, no doubt containing muffins. He placed on the counter, a soft rasping noise coming from his throat as he gently cleared it. [colour=#006400]"That'll be four bits for the muffins, and I did find some tea. It's Jasmine, if that's alright, and it'll be done soon; Tea's only one bit."[/colour] he glanced at the mare who had mention his prices and smiled lightly. The orange pony went cross-eyed looking at the small card that floated in front of his face. He took it gently between his teeth and set it on the table. [colour=#006400]"So you work at the hospital?"[/colour] he asked as he read it, eyeing Razor with a bit of hesitation[colour=#006400].[/colour] He considered Razor's generous offer, and nodded a bit hesitantly. [colour=#006400]"If you can stop the headache, I'd be very grateful.."[/colour] he said with a weak smile.

Hello! This seems like an interesting story line! I'd definitely like to participate, if I can. http://www.canterlot.com/topic/11426-consonance-final/ That should help things along. Hopefully I'll see you soon!

The pegasus looked at the money dangling in front of him with a hesitant look. His turned his head away a bit, giving a light nod. He gave a weak smile, holding out a hoof, waiting for the money to drop. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the various ponies walking by. A particular pony caught his attention for the moment, but he shook the thought away, returning to the peculiar customer in front of him. Yet another Ding! from behind sent him clambering towards the kitchen, having to abandon his customer yet again. He grimaced. [colour=#006400]"Sorry! Those are probably yours..."[/colour] he yelled then muttered. Sounds of pans and trays banging about could be heard from the front, and moments later he returned with a neatly creased bag between his teeth. He set the bag gingerly upon the counter, smiling. He gave another light smile at the stallion who was still eating, deciding to rearrange the various goods in the glass case that also served as part counter. He stuck his flank high in the air as his head moved about inside the case, his hooves working diligently to replace and rearrange the goods into a more--dare he say--appetizing. He was so caught up he didn't even hear the door open or notice the pony in front of him. [colour=#0000FF]"Hello,"[/colour] the obviously male pony in front of him had said, sending his head flying up. He hit the top of the case painfully and, slowly, brought his head out from the case. He rubbed at the spot where surely a bump would raise later and sighed. [colour=#006400]"Sorry,"[/colour] he muttered, wincing as he touched the already forming bump. He composed himself and pulled a notepad out in front of him, pencil already between his teeth. [colour=#006400]"What can I get ya?"[/colour] he asked, ready for the stallion's order. He jumped a bit at the stallion's strange goggles, having expected a normal every-day stallion. He took in the stallion's entire figure, noting the lab coat.[colour=#006400] Oh! He must have come from work! That makes sense.. But what does he work as?[/colour] Pumpkin wondered to himself, resuming his smile.

Pumpkin's orange coat had dropped in colour to something lighter; akin to becoming pale. He bit his lip quite hard, nodding his head in consideration. [colour=#006400]"I, um.."[/colour]​ he eked out, nodding once as if making a decision. [colour=#006400]"Y-You're right, I guess it is a bit much... How about just four bits for the two?"[/colour] his confidence had obviously dropped tremendously, and the look in his eyes were simply tragic. One might think he had just seen the passing of a beloved pet. He thought for another moment, quickly adding on, [colour=#006400]"And if you don't like them you can have a full refund, of course."[/colour] He gave a weak smile. A blush bloomed across Pumpkin's muzzle, having not expected the good-willed testament from the red-haired pony. This was more a blush of flattery than that of embarrassment, and he quickly, albeit without realizing it, shoved his face under his wing. He mumbled a thanks from beneath his wing, and it took him a moment or two before he acknowledged that he was hiding his face. He pulled his face free from it's feathery shield and said again--with a much more audible voice-- [colour=#006400]"Thank you, that means a lot to me."[/colour] The pegasus let out a small, child-like laugh at the earth pony's food tricks, shaking his head. He was still a bit shook up, but the other pony's kind words had helped.

Pumpkin smiled at the extra bit, nodding in a silent thanks as he put the bits in a small pocket on his apron, the red-haired pony moving away from his seat towards the door. [colour=#006400]"Thanks for choosing my baked goods!"[/colour] he waved his hoof in a farewell manner, fully expecting the stallion to exit. The sudden growl from his stomach and swift turn-step caught Pumpkin unawares and sent a spatter of red across his face, having waved goodbye for no reason. He, albeit a bit awkwardly, gave a curt nod, whether it was in a greeting or apology was up to the viewer. He considered the stallion's question for a moment, and nodded again, this time with a smile. "Of course, I'll be just a moment..." he answered. With a rush of movement, he was into the kitchen and back quite fast. He placed a fork and knife wrapped haphazardly in a napkin onto the table. [colour=#006400]"Enjoy."[/colour] he smiled. Pumpkin quickly returned to the next customer, smiling whilst adding a quick apology, [colour=#006400]"Sorry for running off like that. Two Pumpkin-Cinnamon Muffins? You got it."[/colour] His confidence had obviously risen a bit, thought not by much. [colour=#006400]"Lucky for you I threw in a batch not too long ago, they should be done soon[/colour] he said. With a light gesture towards the magazine he said, [colour=#006400]"Feel free to read through those; I won't lie, they're kinda old.."[/colour] he gave a quick smile with his words. He considered the price for a moment. [colour=#006400]"That'd be four bits each when they're done."[/colour]

With a slightly confused expression, Pumpkin blinked a few times. "Somepony recommended my shop to you?" he asked more of himself than the pony in front of him. After processing the question, Pumpkin acknowledged it a bit awkwardly with, "Well, my Pumpkin-Cinnamon muffins were a real hit back in Cloudsdale, and the ponies around here like'em too, so I suppose that'd be something to try?" He gave a labored smile and waited for her response. A suddden Ding! from the back startled him, sending him racing back into the kitchen. "I'll be a moment! I have to go grab that batch!" he shouted simultaneously with his movements. Moments later he walked back out with a tray in his mouth, thick cloth protecting his teeth from the hot metal. He placed the tray on a sweets rack, the tray spinning slowly as it sat upon it. He carefully scooped one tart into a small brown paper bag with the bakery's logo upon it. Picking the bag up, he trotted cheerily over to the seated Indie Tune and placed the bag gently in front of him. "That'll be six bits. Sorry if it's a bit much.." he said admittedly.

Pumpkin nodded to this Stallion, going about his baker-y business. He walked back into the kitchen for a bit, preparing the batch of tarts. Even though the customer had said only one, he decided to bake up an entire batch, incase anyone else wanted to try this odd combination. He hummed happily as he worked, often going back and forth from counter to kitchen, always checking and rechecking things. He stopped when he had heard the door open, and somepony trot in. "Yo? Ya'll got a customer!" This rather rudely loud voice startled him, sending some flour he was working with into the air about him. "Y-Yes, one minute!" he shouted back in his slight startle. He quickly shook his body about, trying to get the flour off of him. He went back out to the counter, taking in this new sight. The dirty grey mare--or was it filly?--obviously seemed to be some sort of musician or singer. He payed no attention to the small details, and instead pulled over the pad and pencil. "Hi! Welcome to the Manehatten Corner Bakery, my name is Pumpkin Bright, what can I get ya?" he asked with pencil in mouth rather enthusiastically.

"A tart it is!" he announced happily, pencil still in mouth. He scribbled that down and went back into the kitchen. A few moments later he returned with some newspapers. "It should only take maybe fourty-five minutes or so. Not long." he said muffeledly, dropping them on the counter. "Dunno if you've got somewhere to be, but feel free to read through these while you wait." He went back into the kitchen, obviously going to prepare the tarts. He had taken a few steps into the kitchen before spinning back around. "How many did you want?"

Pumpkin pursed his lips at the customer's strange request, not really sure what to say. "Well, I don't have anything made like that right now, but if you'd like I can see what I can whip up. It'll take a bit, though." he said, hoping it was satisfactory. "Oh, and before you ask, no, it's no trouble. It'll be interesting, making a peach-grapefuit pastry. Is there any specific kind of baked good you'd like?" he asked the red-haired pony, pushing his own hair from his eyes.

Hearing a voice from below, Pumpkin put up his hoof, listening one more time. "I think I heard someone, I'll be right back..." he said to Amethyst, nodding once more in assurance. "Just a moment." he repeated, leaving the filly to her own devices. He walks with a hasty cool, moving down the stairs and out of sight. Pumpkin Bright moved with a slight haste out the kitchen door into the actual bakery, smiling warmly at the pony he only glanced at for a moment. "Hi, I'm Pumpkin, what can I get ya?" he said kindly, moving over to the cash register. After grapping a pencil with his teeth, and a notepad on the counter, he brought his eyes up to meet the pony. He took note of the pony's person and smiled once again, nodding for them to proceed.

Woo! Congratulations, Gerrard. Can't wait to see you roleplay this bad mammajamma.

Roleplay Type: Equestria Mane RP Sex: Stallion Age: Stallion Species: Unicorn Eye Color: A rivery blue that often sparkles much like the water they imitate when light hits them. At certain angles one eye appears to be darker than the other, though this is actually a facsimile caused by the light. Coat Color: A dirt brown which compliments the dirty blonde of his mane and tail. His coat is usually kept rather clean, and is surprisingly soft to the touch. At the knees his fur turns white, and continues down to his hooves as it grows in length, covering them slightly. Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Consonance's mane and tail are a dirty-ish blonde that hang without much attendance, though tend me be on the slightly curly side. A wide-brimmed, pointed cap covers his horn and a majority of his hair. Apparel: Consonance is almost always wearing his hat, which is of a green felt. It has a wide brim, with one side pinned to the dome of the cap with a metal button of sorts. The button sports a Triscallion. Another common thing to see him wearing is his self-modified Saddlebag of typical colour. This saddlebag features one actual bag, while the other side had a Mandolin case attatched it it. This causes some extra weight, so it must be tightened often. Physique: Shire-esque in form, Consonance airs on the natural side of Muscular for a Shire. He is of greater height than a normal Stallion, another result of his Shire blood. The sudden change in colouring from his knees down is also typical. Cutie Mark: A large, ebony-hued tree that seems as if it should belong to an ancient grotto is emblazoned upon Consonance's flank. Various vines hang from the wide-reaching branches of the tree, and, just barely noticeable, the musical note for 'harmony' is carved into the base of the tree. Origin/Residence: Consonance originated from within Whitetail Wood, and still has a room ready and available for him at his parents' cottage. Occupation: Consonance is a Storyteller of sorts, hoping to bring ponies together by converting tales of friendship and heroism into bardic art, combining his vocals and the elegant music produced by his mandolin, which he has dubbed 'Concentus'. This line of work doesn't really tie him down anywhere, which is how he likes it. He also gains some money from his hobby, woodworking. His most common works are made from small, 12x12 inch blocks of wood, usually whittled into famous figures. His woodwork is usually quite elegant, having practiced it since he was small. Motivation: Consonance, being considered 'new to the world' by his own standards, has the desire to travel and see what can be seen. This includes people of varrying, even opposite, interests and personalities, and bring them together as kin. This ties in with his occupation quite well, and often works out to his advantage. Likes: Harmony of all kinds. Bluegrass and folk music, along with most other variations of traditional music. Traditions. Nature. New experiences. Nature-inspired architecture. Gumbo. Spicy foods. Family. Forests, old-growth are preffered. Birds of all variations, though songbirds are favorites. Dislikes: Discord of all kinds, especially the literal figure. Nowaday's music, i.e. 'club' music. Easily swayed/manipulated ponies. Major forms of Nature Perversion, i.e. littering, pony-made wildfires, useless logging, etc. Close-minded ponies. Showboats. Character Summary: Consonance was born and raised at his parents cottage within Whitetail Wood. Like all children of his family, Consonance was taught how to live independantly, having been taught what plants are edible, and how to properly make tools out of the materials around him. He enjoyed this simple life in the woods with his family, hoof-crafting all they ever needed, growing or gathering their own food; It was peaceful paradise. And, like most of his ancestory, he took up an instrument of his choice. During early Colthood, his father and mother presented him with a variety of hoof-crafted instruments. Out of the many choices before him, he had picked a mandolin. As per tradition of the Bards in the family, he spent two months in isolation with the instrument, composing an original song to perform for his family. During said presentation, in the direct middle, a flash of light blinded everyone, and after dying down, his cutie mark had appeared! After the performance, and many, many congratulations from his siblings, he returned the mandolin back to his parents, so that he may create his own mandolin. This mandolin would be dubbed 'Concentus'--a synonym of harmony, like his name--and accompany him through all of life's endeavours. He practiced with Concentus for many years, and after reaching Stallionhood, he decided it was time for him to leave. A farewell celebration was thrown to wish Consonance good luck in his travels which lasted for an entire day, constant feasting and dancing ensued. The party done and over, Conconance finally set off on his ways, determined to bring together all of Equestria's people via his music, even if that kinship lasted only for a song. Consonance's parents met while his mother was on her Journey. His father was working as an innkeeper in a more rural village in The Strand, though did sidejobs painting the local landscapes. This naturally intrigued his mother, and a few years later, Consonance was born. During the periods of time that Consonance visits his family back in the Wood, they often express the great pride they feel for both him and his siblings. Despite wanting to learn and meet new people, Consonance tends to be a little untrusting of new ideas and practices that conflict this his own. He does his best to cope with this, but it sometimes gets the better of him. Another issue that Consonance tends to have is his short temper when it comes to matter pertaining the well-being of the environment, and more often than not has he gotten in a squabble over something as small as litter. He always takes these unfortunate isntances and turns them into opportunities to better himself, and to help him 'walk his talk'. Though occasionally losing his cool, Consonance is an over-all charasmatic pony with a sometimes too-kind heart. He always tries his best to be as kind and curteous to all he meets, no matter their past or differences, giving him an accepting sort of attitude. This usally works out for the travelling minstrel. He tends to give off an aura of slight curiousness when faced with something new that doesn't seem too intimidatingly foreign for him, which often leads to great adventures. He speaks with a slight lilt in his light accent (think Irish), which often gives him a sing-songy sort of voice. Consonance, above all, respects traditions of all kinds, though his own always come first, having been raised to put family and close friends before all else. He also tends to take on the personality of those around him a bit, usually wanting to immerse himself with the situation. Though he does indeed prefer bluegrass and folk music over the norm of today's society, he would not shun nor harass somepony who likes it. He simply doesn't enjoy it himself. He would listen to it, but wouldn't pick it as something he'd listen to in his free time. Concentus: Consonance's mandolin, Concentus, was hoof-crafted by Consonance. It is in the basic tear-shape of most Mandolins and Mandola. Consonance chose an ebony wood for Concentus, and polished it to a glossy lacquer shine. The tuning machines feature small flowers inlaid onto the fronts, and strung around each one are various bird feathers, varrying in colour and size. This is all offset by a simple, yet classy, symmetrical soundhole rosette of tan, black, grained ivoroid, black, and tan. The soundhole itself is bound in ivoroid, along with the face. The back, though, is not. The headstock is also polished black ebony and hosts "Síochána", the Gaelic Irish word for peace, in a Mother of Pearl script. Thereunder is the bell-shaped black plastic truss rod cover held in place by two brave screws. The black ebony fingerboard in laid with six mother of pearl dots in 5 positions and bound in grained ivoroid, finished with more various nature-esque inspired adornments, including varied bird feathers hanging down from the tuning machines' nobs freely. * Please inform me if you see any spelling/grammatical errors, I cannot catch them as I have been writing due to the fact that I've been staying with a friend and have not had access to my usual computer that automatically informs me of these errors. Anything else that could help me flesh Consonance out more and perhaps get rid of redundant or useless information would be greatly appreciated. Thank you. *

Lovely, simply lovely! You're quite good at what you do. I definitely like where this is going, but I believe that I see a grammatical error. Do you perhaps mean 'being a bit renowned'? Just thought I should point it out. Other than that, this application looks good to go! The mods will sweep through the apps sooner or later, and I'm sure you'll be accepted in no time!

Very, very interesting character! I really love his personality and the sort, and I don't know how you came up with his occupation, simply brilliant. On topic of his family, if he has any, can we hear about them? I'm not the kind to quote the Guide, so I'm not going to bother, but that is the only part that seems, to me, to be missing. The rest is rather amazing. I hope to see you around the roleplay section soon.

Well, most put a prefix like "older" or "younger" near their age depending on where they're trying to place their characters age. By teens do you mean like, 15-17? 'Cuz if so, 'Older Filly' could fit well there, I believe. By the way, she sounds like a really interesting character! I hope to see her around the RP forums soon. EDIT: I shoulda prolly added this in, but kinda forgot. I, personally came up with a sort of chart explaining how age works, just to make things easier for me. I consider 12-14 'Young Colt/Filly', while 14-16 I think is pretty much just Colt/Filly. It kinda goes on so forth, and now that I'm typing it out, is a bit confusing. Go with your gut instict, listen to your heart, etc. Good luck.

Pumpkin sat on a barstool rather haphazardly as he ate a bit of ice cream. The warm sun felt good on his wings, and the smell of the sea was just what he needed to relax and forget about the sometimes stressfull job of his. His mane was cut short and styled downwards, though he did spike the occasional lock of hair upwards, though not by much. He set an apropriate amount of bits, plus some for tip, on the counter as payment. He turn on the barstool and noticed, off in the distance, two other ponies chatting. Returning attention to his ice cream, he lapped at it half mindedly, simultaneously just sitting and enjoying the sun. (I'm going to assume it's open-ended or whatever and that it is just a ways down the beach. I hope that is okay. )

Pumpkin smiled lightly, a vague smile that really didn't draw much attention "Yes, yes you are my first employee. I honestly didn't plan to hire any at all, not thinking that I'd ever really need any help." He ceased his leaning and pointed up with his hoof, "There's one bedroom and a living room with a couch upstairs, I'll just clean up the room a bit so's you can use it." he said rather calmly. Assuming that was all for questions, he proceeded up the stairs, expecting her to follow. Reaching the top of the stairs the living comes into view, being slightly smaller than the kitchen, with only two doors leading to the bathroom and bedroom. More pictures of family and friends--mostly family--lined the gold ochre walls. Stepping off from the hardwood stairs one would be greeted by beige ultra-plush carpet. The furniture in the room consisted of the couch which was set up against the wall with a simple rug in front of it, while a simple bookshelf filled with various recipe books and what seemed to be drama and romance novels, and a simplistic-styled cream coloured chair, emphasizing on the rooms simplicity. "Bathroom is through that door over there," he pointed at the closer door, "and where you'll be staying is through that one." Instead of pointing to the other one, he simply nodded at it. "You wouldn't mind if I went and picked up a bit before I showcased it, would you?" he asked, intending for it to be a slight joke, though he was indeed serious.

With a smile on his face, he pushed on into the kitchen, flicking his head to the side for a moment to get the hair out of his eyes. The kitchen was quite normal, having a dining table off to the side and a normal oven and fridge, though there was a secondary oven mounted into the wall for pies and such, meaning the smaller one was probably for personal use. The walls of the kitchen were a mint-green, with the ceiling a soft eggshell white. The ovens and fridge were a matching cherry red, obviously being from a set. The table was of a light wood, while the cabinets and cupboards were a darker wood, probably a burgandy of some sort. There was a small picture of him and his family in cloudsdale, their estate in the background. He stopped for a moment as he reached the side of the staircase, turning to Amethyst with thought. "Any questions, Amethyst?" He asked, leaning against the railing. The wood of the railing was the same dark wood used on the cabinets and such, small cracks occasionally being found as it rose.

Pumpkin smiled widely, shaking her hand a bit furiously. With a few simple moves he spun around and unlocked his bakery again, stepping back in. "Well, Amethyst will do just fine. And please, call me Pumpkin." He walked in, expecting Amethyst Pine to follow close behind. The seating portion of the bakery wasn't anything grand, but big enough to encompass a sizable number of ponies, a brief gap in the counter led to a backroom which was most likely the kitchen. Inside the hollow counters laid all sorts of tasty treats, from Caramel Apples to cakes. Though, the largest amount of food-type were muffins. "This is obviously where I give customers their food and what-not, and most likely where I'll have you be some of the time, if you don't mind, of course. The slender stallion held one hoof off to the side, as if ushering Amethyst to the back room to continue the tour. "Back here is the Kitchen, and those stairs just back there lead to the apartment."

He genuinely chuckled at the filly's travelling joke, a bit of the awkwardness disappearing from the air. Pumpkin's smile grew a bit as well, feeling more comfortable with the situation, having need of a little help around the bakery and such. "Well, I'm sort-of local. I've been here for a few months, came from Cloudsdale after I got some money from my parents." He smiled a bit, thinking back to his parents and his journey here. "If it's okay with your parents or whatever, I can give you baking lessons and a place to stay in exchange for some help around the bakery." He offered out, hoping it was satisfactory, and not too creepy-sounding. He straightened out his apron, some flour puffing from it as he held out a hoof, obviously less bothered by the entire conversation. "Sorry for not introducing myself earlier; I'm Pumpkin Bright." He offered out a hoof (which was covered in flour, of course..) to the filly, a kind smile on his face.

The orange stallion turned her words over in his head, thinking for a bit, "Er, I suppose not, I guess." The Awkwardness in the air was quite palpable, making him dawdle about. His hair drooped down a bit in front of his eyes as he thought yet again. Trying to think of a better response than his previous, he decided to bring up her travelling. "Your accent is from Canterlot...." Oh, brilliant one, genius! He thought to himself, almost slapping himself in the face with his hoof. He tripped over his words for a minute, wishing he were simply filling out an order for a customer; That was always so much easier, and usually less awkward. (( Oh, of course. I'm an awkward muffin in real life too, forgive me. ))

Pumpkin Bright was just exiting his bakery, locking the door for good measure when he noticed what he thought was a unicorn mare on the slightly shorter side checking a map. Being a introvert, his normal reaction would be to ignore her and continue on about his business, but his recent need to branch out emotionally and make friends told him otherwise. He was still wearing and apron and bakers hat, covered in flour which he had not bothered taking off nor cleaning before he left, and his hair was matted down slightly by sweat, the heat in his kitchen rather high from the almost constantly running oven, yet it still managed to spike upwards in places. The said upward spikes were most likely from his hair getting messed up whilst cooking, and were also damp. He approached the shorter mare with a timid smile, and noticed that she had no cutie mark! By Celestia! That's a filly! What's she doing here by herself? he asked himself mentally, caught off guard by his wrong assumption. He continued walking over to her, his hooves and legs trembling slightly. He stopped a small distance (likely around 2 feet) away from her, chewing on his lower lip. "H-Hello, are you, um, lost?" he asked her, his wings glued down to his sides. (( I hope you don't mind that I sort of just jumped in like that, and this is my first attempt at Forum-Style roleplay. ))