STBLEstuck

Ink Well was rather happy he wasn't too late to the party, honestly. He had been late to conversations before and it didn't seem this one had been going on too long before he noticed it. He was already awake, had done his daily routine of checking over all the books in his two bookshelves, and the stacks on the floor, and the ones around his desk, but hadn't noticed the alerts until he set down his current book with a happy sigh. Daisy Chain would always win in the end, and was a favorite character of his. Then he noticed the conversation, and remembered why he started reading at his desk anyways. Well, besides just for fun, it was mostly to pass time until the server disc of STBLE was done installing. Just to be safe, Ink looked around to make sure he hadn't missed anything else. At least his room was still in tact, bed shoved into a corner, books occupying most free space, the two previously mentioned bookshelves on opposite sides of the room, and, of course, the desk his computer was on and he was currently in front of. No burglars, meteors falling, or anything exciting that had happened besides the conversation that he probably should join before he gets distracted again.

creativeAugmentor [CA] joined the memo

CA: Hey everypony, sorry if I'm kind of late?
CA: I installed the server version first, haven't gotten to the client disc yet, so if anyone who has the client disc installed wants to team up with me you can?
CA: If you don't mind, I mean, I'm just happy to be playing with you all, since this sounds fun, despite the annoyance so far, and we can start learning more about how the game works once we start, which will be great!
CA: I'm sure we will all start enjoying ourselves once we begin!

Looking back to his bookshelves, Ink Well debated on if he should pull out a book on social interaction or not, just in case. He may have already annoyed them all, which would be really bad, since they all seem to have to be partners. He wanted to ramble on the pros and cons of just picking partners at mostly random and how it probably would be easier, if more time consuming, to plan it out just a bit more. To wonder how magic would work with the game, if it could be studied and copied somehow, despite the fact that it would be too much power for one pony to be able to alter reality like that, it would still be an interesting discussion. But he knew better then to do that, because somepony had to be optimistic about this whole thing, and rambling would probably annoy them, he knew that, if nothing else. Hopefully, the rest would be smooth sailing, wouldn't take too much time, wouldn't be frustrating and would be a fun game that would hopefully being everyone together, and would help him make some friends. But part of Ink Well knew that was way too optimistic, even for him.

Blank Space:

Crystalite wrote:You see a clean, average sized bedroom with wood panelled flooring and cloud-built walls and ceiling. A pair of lights hang from the ceiling over a desk with a labtop, in front of which Skynight sits on a bean bag chair. In the corner is a simple mattress, and a modest bookshelf doing double duty as a bedside table. Unfortunately, you can't tell what sort of books she reads: they're all turned so the spines are facing the inside. There is also a fairly large chest in the other corner with a heavy looking pad lock on it.

Skynight turns in her chair to look around. "Huh. Coulda sworn somebody was watching there..."

All of this is on your computer screen right now along with an assortment of buttons along the top.



Select. Revise. Deploy. Phernalia Registry. Grist Cache. Explore Atheneum. Alchemy Excursus.
When you hoof over them, that's what they say.

Ocean's eyes skim the chat as she sits back down. If she has to be the player, she was at least going to do it 'in-character'; she tightened the charmed watch in place as a pink stripe appeared in her now blue mane, a contrast with her grey coat.

None of the ponies she was connected with would recognise Sea Soray anyway, but she intended to keep it that way. She took note of something one of the ponies in the chat said.

TC: DP, re: Starbutt
TC: She is just a propaganda tool.
TC: I don't think she is smart enough to control things.
TC: I just finished installing the Client disk.
TC: Are there any server disks free?

TC: All right.
TC: Connecting now.

Ocean stared at the computer monitor as a message saying the above appeared on her screen. Nothing to do now except wait, really.

The room is surprisingly bare. There's a computer, a bed, and a bookcase against the wall, it's shelves filled with a mix of history books, political theory, conspiracy reports, and -most surprisingly and well worn- comics.

Taped to the wall- and peeling with age- are posters of some cheesy classic eighties movies. The curtains are opened, sunlight streaming through, which may go some way to explaining why the mare is wearing sun glasses.
Oceans computer is set up do that she sits on the floor, using her wings to type on keyboards that hang out to the sides.

There is a large wardrobe, and some small dressers. Surprisingly, for a Pegasus, none of it is made of cloud, favouring standard wood and materials.

TC: The connection sign is gone.
TC: DP, are you there?

dp:yEAH.
dp: sO, WHAT?
dp: dO i EDIT YOUR ROOM?
dp: tHAT'S wEIRD.

Experimentally, Bright Future moved her cursor over to "revise" and clicked.

Your cursor changes to the Revise symbol, but nothing else changes immediately.

Bright Future moved the new cursor and clicked on one of the posters.

With a loud THUNK, the wall itself extends, an extra foot of wood forming underneath the poster from the floor to the ceiling and pushing everything in front of it forward. Your grist cache goes from 200 to 199.

dp: wHOA.
dp: i DIDN'T MEAN TO DO THAT.
DP: sO, DID YOUR ROOM REALLY CHANGE?

Bright clicked on the grist cache, wondering why it went down.

For a minute, Ocean was silent.
A long minute.
A long minute.

Finally, she began typing her PDA again.

TC: Unless my eyes are deceiving me, yes.
TC: You changed the size of my room.
TC: Do not touch my books.

When you open the grist cache, it shows symbols for a metric butt-ton of different grist types, but the only one you have any of is the top one, build grist, which is light blue and shaped like a gusher. You have 199 of those.

GG: alright lets see if we can avoid the mistakes of others.

Blank clicks the select function and selects the mattress, proceeding to spin it 360 degrees.

You do this, but it spins not only the mattress, but the bedframe as well. No grist seems to be used, which is good since you only seem to have twenty. Either way, the controls are finicky. They clearly need to be handled delicately.

Skynight turned at a sound. Her eyes came to rest on the bed...

...Wasn't it supposed to be the other way?

QP: Did you do that GG?

CA: Oh, that sounds great!

Ink Well actually wasn't being sarcastic about that, smiling as he continues to type. He didn't really believe LF was kidding, from what he had heard from him before, but maybe he was. Maybe that was some kind of joke. Regardless, he wasn't just going to 'yank off'. Whatever that meant, he assumed it meant leave.

CA: Uh, as long as you don't mind, I mean, I don't know how good I'll be at this, but I have to try, right?
CA: Just message me when you're done installing, okay?
CA: If you don't mind.

Out of character:

mjh6 wrote:dp:oK
dp: aNY CHANGES THAT YOU WANT?

TC: Any idea what you can do?
TC: Besides add space, I mean.
TC: Though more space is something useful.

She paused for a moment, before adding,

TC: Do you think you could add a room beneath my bed room?
TC: Space is good, but privacy is better.

DP:i'LL TRY

After considering for a moment., Bright clicked Revise again, then clicked on a section of the floor that was free, and tried to move it down