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I'm not sure if anyone is into this, but here's a little roleplay thread thing. I stole the idea from this thread- Return to Hotel BBS.

This time, it'll be a bit different. Instead of a hotel (which I found a bit too detached)...well...just read the scenario below.

The BBS members all get together and buy a huge house in the mountains where we all coexist (like a commune, just in a big house or something). Each BBS member is given a room to live in. A large city is a ten-minute drive away, and the beaches are an hour away. Anything goes.

Characters- Just roleplay as yourself.

Rules-

No burning down or destroying the BBS Commune-House.
No god-modding (ex: Killing another BBS member)
Keep it decent...you know what I'm talking about.

Edit- Here's a few pictures similar to what I picture the setting to be-

<-- The House, but somewhat larger than that for all of us.

<-- The City, for all our urbane needs.

<-- The Beach, good for when you're sick of being in the mountains.

I'll start.

A loud, scratchy scream cuts through the air from teh-lolrus' room, followed by a torrent of out-of-tune chords on an electric guitar. teh-lolrus is busy attempting to play System of a Down music rather than cleaning out the pigsty of her room.

Hey! Someone go out and buy me some sushi at the market! You lazy...

teh-lolrus waits impatiently, and shoves open the window, shouting down at the street below...

This sounds like fun.

BT, engrossed in her Psychology homework and a piece of artwork, hears teh-lolrus yelling out for sushi and realizes she hasn't had a thing to eat all day. And now she, too, wants some sushi.

BT [yelling down the stairs]: Hey guys, I'm going to the store to get food... anyone want to come with me?

Before K-Mac and Blue Twilight leave for the store, marvel_freak_42 stops them and tells them to bring back the ingredients for his homemade salsa before handing them $20.

m_f_42: And don't forget the chilantro!

He then goes back into his room to read his comic books while blasting Dream Theater on his stereo full force.

As K-Mac and Twilight make their way to the main door to step outside, Angus spots them and waves 'em down.

Morning, ladies! Say, would anyone know if a bus goes past here? I'm planning on heading out later in the afternoon, and having no car, I figured I should check a bus schedule and map if I can find 'em.

Um, there's no "h" in Cilantro.


I hear the whole convo from the living room where I'm sitting at the coffee table in my "jammies" (sweats and a t-shirt) eating a bowl of cereal, and watching the AM repeat of Mythbusters on the big screen.

Oh, I'm heading in to town in a little while to hit up some of the thrift shops for goodies, I'll run you where you need to go Angus. You've got my number right? 972-UP-SKIRT? ( God, I wish that really was my phone number. That'd be hilarious.)

Hey girls? Would you do me a flavor and bring back a bag of generic Cinnamon Toast Crunch, a jar of unsalted peanuts, and an 8-pack of AA batteries? Pwetty, pwetty pwease? *attempts eye-lash batting* Um, please?

You guys are amazing!

teh-lolrus shouts out the window happily, and leans back into her room. She puts the beaten (and so happened, stolen from her cousin) Warlock guitar down on top of her desk and stumbles down the stairs.

Bleh!

She trips and falls over the last step with a resounding 'thunk'. Blushing, she slinks over to the rug, close to the TV, and flops down.

Mythbusters? Sweet. Hey, someone...do you think it's a good idea to wake up Big-Will? I mean, the morning's dragging on, and I'm surprised he hasn't gone to my room and thrown a book at me or something for playing System of a Down.

teh-lolrus rolls over and stretches out, cat-like all over the rug.

Turn that crap down! I'm trying to listen to Prince!

I have a serious questien. Do we each have our own bathrooms, or are we having to share, or what?

Hatman, in his usual lazy fashion, begins to slowly wake up. He yawns, stretches out, and then gets out of bed and opens the curtains in the window to see that it's sunny outside.

Hatman (to to self: "Finally. It's been crappy out all week!"

Too lazy to fix his hair, which is why it always looks the way it does, he goes downstairs and hears of the plans to go to the grocery store in the city.

Hatman: "Heya! I think we might be out of tomato sauce. Make-your-own-pizza night is coming up soon and we'll need lots of that!"

Hatman then jumps on the couch in the main living room and mellows out for a bit.

I think...we'll share. It makes for some funny drama if it comes down to it...

teh-lolrus pops up from the rug and looks around, eyes narrowed.

Hey, don't look at me. I know my room's a wreck, but I have decent self hygene and crap like that.

She sprawls out again to stretch in front of the TV, obnoxiously popping as many of her joints as possible. She yawns and fiddles with the remote control, to everyone's dismay.

Heh. I think I'll watch the news; I need to find out about the latest election news before the Gov. teacher eats my soul.

BT gets the keys to the BBSer's communal van and puts on her coat, waiting for K-Mac to get off the comp.

BT: "OK, so we have sushi, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, peanuts, pasta sauce, AA batteries... and apparently we need gas too because *someone* has been driving our van around yesterday and forgot to fill it up! Anyone mind chipping in?"

SPS counts out his 100th push-up and stretches. He throws on a loose fitting AC~DC t-shirt and heads downstairs.

Did someone say they were going to the store, because' I need more gatorade.

He throws himself into a springless chair that everyone else thinks is stiff, but he thinks is comfy