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1d4chan>AnonVIII: /* Home, by AnonVIII */

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Home, by AnonVIII

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	==Home, by AnonVIII==		==Home, by AnonVIII==

			Once, my apartment would have been fifty stories above the ground, and miles from the sea. As I swiped my keycard into the reader and let the driftwood door slide open, I could smell the ocean and hear its waves crash a few metres away. It was a three room affair, my home. To my left as I entered the door was a bathroom, with a working toilet, sink and archaic-looking gravity shower. To my right was my bedroom, which held a large plush bed covering in blankets, a cabinet for my old armour with drawers below for my trusted weapons of war, a battered wooden writing desk, a chest of drawers salvaged from a sunken English stately home and a dented metal trunk full of knick-knacks and mementos.

			The rest of the apartment was the living area. A large map table served as a general flat surface for anything and everything, while its charts and old topographical survey maps shared drawer space with scouting reports, photographs of unknown objects and crude treasure maps. There was no sofa, the one that had been in here at the time of the impact had long since rotted away. The only chair in the apartment, with the exception of a metal stool tucked under the table, was a well-worn armchair sat against the left wall. Facing it on the right was a pair of tottering bookshelves, filled with the work of writers most had forgotten about centuries ago. Stephen King, Walter M.Miller Jr, Ray Bradbury, Dmitry Glukhovsky, J.R.R Tolkien, Charles Dickens, Thomas Paine, all there with more besides. Some of my favourites sat in a pile by my chair, too often read to put back. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, a Ciaphas Cain anthology, The Drawing of the Three, World War Z, V For Vendetta, Rum Punch, Catch-22. All of them with creased covers and yellowed pages.

			No kitchen made its home in mine, for the simple reason that I couldn't cook for toffee. A coffee pot and brewer stood on the table, but that was the extent of food preparation appliances. Besides, I preferred to eat out anyway. Likewise, a lot of things you might have expected in a home just weren't there. No carpet, for one, unless you counted an old burgundy throw rug over a particularity splintery part of the floorboards. I had opted for a decent workbench beside the bookshelves instead of a television, since I preferred to keep my equipment in good order rather that fill up space with old entertainment equipment. However, beside my chair was an object that made be a bit of a hypocrite. A rather large fish tank stood there, populated by fish I'd caught from the sea, plants I had plucked from the ocean bottom and decorated with the flotsam I had found on salvage jobs. It was a mishmash, but I was proud of it, even if some of the objects were a little strange. By that, I mean that the model Easter Island head made sense, but the .45 shell casing was not something you usually saw in a fish tank.

			I slid open the curtains and patio doors at the end of the room to reveal what was once a glass and steel balcony providing views of a sprawling urban metropolis. Now, it was my deck. The glass floor was a bit scratched and cloudy, but I could still see the shoals of fish swimming underneath. The railing had long since lost its glass, but, now it had a series of fishing lines running down into the deep. The only two objects on there were a parasol and an old deck chair, both of which I promptly put to use under the brilliant blue cloudless sky. This was paradise.

1d4chan>AnonVIII at 12:09, 31 August 2016

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1d4chan>Il Maestro: Added an illustration

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Added an illustration

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			[[Image:CATastropheKim&Agatha.png\|300px\|thumb\|right\|Illustration by Maestro]]
	"Ah, hello, mademoiselle. Where will you be gaming tonight? Perhaps you would like me to escort you to our entry-level slot machines...?"		"Ah, hello, mademoiselle. Where will you be gaming tonight? Perhaps you would like me to escort you to our entry-level slot machines...?"

1d4chan>Il Maestro: /* The Lady of the Lab, by Maestro */

2013-11-30T22:25:51Z

The Lady of the Lab, by Maestro

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	The divers were fairly shocked (not to mention confused) by the voice's smooth, rapid-fire spiel, but not too shocked to self-consciously glance at each other, asking with their eyes which of them would be first to speak up and address the thing. As if by arrangement, the eyes of the other three rested hopefully on Renner, who sighed and stepped forward. The face of the woman-thing -- of Arachne -- bore a wide and endearingly confident grin as he began to ask his first question…		The divers were fairly shocked (not to mention confused) by the voice's smooth, rapid-fire spiel, but not too shocked to self-consciously glance at each other, asking with their eyes which of them would be first to speak up and address the thing. As if by arrangement, the eyes of the other three rested hopefully on Renner, who sighed and stepped forward. The face of the woman-thing -- of Arachne -- bore a wide and endearingly confident grin as he began to ask his first question…

	(See also: [[Arachne Scripps]])		(See also: [[CATastrophe/Arachne Scripps]])

	==Kim and Aggy in "High Rollers"==		==Kim and Aggy in "High Rollers"==

1d4chan>Il Maestro: /* The Lady of the Lab, by Maestro */ added link

2013-11-30T22:25:34Z

The Lady of the Lab, by Maestro: added link

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	The divers were fairly shocked (not to mention confused) by the voice's smooth, rapid-fire spiel, but not too shocked to self-consciously glance at each other, asking with their eyes which of them would be first to speak up and address the thing. As if by arrangement, the eyes of the other three rested hopefully on Renner, who sighed and stepped forward. The face of the woman-thing -- of Arachne -- bore a wide and endearingly confident grin as he began to ask his first question…		The divers were fairly shocked (not to mention confused) by the voice's smooth, rapid-fire spiel, but not too shocked to self-consciously glance at each other, asking with their eyes which of them would be first to speak up and address the thing. As if by arrangement, the eyes of the other three rested hopefully on Renner, who sighed and stepped forward. The face of the woman-thing -- of Arachne -- bore a wide and endearingly confident grin as he began to ask his first question…

			(See also: [[Arachne Scripps]])

	==Kim and Aggy in "High Rollers"==		==Kim and Aggy in "High Rollers"==

1d4chan>Il Maestro: /* Writefaggotry by Inquisitor Fail */

2013-11-30T22:23:36Z

Writefaggotry by Inquisitor Fail

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	“Oh man, this is gonna be the BEST pool party ever when we get back!” J’kai shouted before falling into jubilant gossip and planning with Shansha. Even Bahi broke down and started discussing what she was going do when they got back to town and who she was going to woo with her loot, her tail wagging so fast that Marko could feel a gentle breeze as he walked behind the group, silently praising himself for his decision of career change from mechano-historian to treasure hunter.		“Oh man, this is gonna be the BEST pool party ever when we get back!” J’kai shouted before falling into jubilant gossip and planning with Shansha. Even Bahi broke down and started discussing what she was going do when they got back to town and who she was going to woo with her loot, her tail wagging so fast that Marko could feel a gentle breeze as he walked behind the group, silently praising himself for his decision of career change from mechano-historian to treasure hunter.

	==Writefaggotry by Inquisitor Fail==		==(Untitled Writefaggotry), by Inquisitor Fail==

	'This certainly isn't the way I had been expecting to spend my day. No, I'd wanted to go diving, maybe find one or two of those shiny disks -what'd Juan call 'em? Compackt Diskus? Whatever. Find some cool ass music in the earless ruins, maybe even a guitar down in that old mall!'		'This certainly isn't the way I had been expecting to spend my day. No, I'd wanted to go diving, maybe find one or two of those shiny disks -what'd Juan call 'em? Compackt Diskus? Whatever. Find some cool ass music in the earless ruins, maybe even a guitar down in that old mall!'

1d4chan>Luy22 at 05:41, 29 October 2013

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	"Oh. Uh..."		"Oh. Uh..."

			==Beachy, by Luy22==

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			Lilly had always called the Nomad Isles home. She had grown up across the bridge in the local farming community, but came over to what she had always dubbed the "civilized zone" for her schooling. Since then, she had left school, worked in a seaside shack built from the shell of a long-deceased washed-up giant turtle and lived in one of the beach-side tower blocks. The setting sun bathed the beach-goers in twilight, and Lilly sat upon the half-buried cooler, popping open a can of soda and taking a sip and listening to the sounds of the waves licking the yellow shoreline.

			"You on break?" she turned to see Leo, the muscular cat guy was the one who ran the Turtleshack. The neon lights he had just activated started to flicker. The catgirl groaned, tired. "Lil, you've got to pull some weight around here. It's like my father said," he started as he turned to unplug and replug in the lights. "What's the point of doing anything if you don't do anything? These people need refreshments, so I'm ordering you to go to the local market and buy us another box of soda." he harrumphed.

			"It's almost bed time!" she protested. Leo crossed his arms.
			"It will be for you if you like, don't want me to pay for some of your rent?" her eyes went wide.
			"That was you? Wow, gee, I don't know what to say boss..."
			"Get on your bike and get us that soda," he waved around to the beach, "these people need your help, will you let them down?"
			"No," she replied, slamming the soda can upon the cooler.
			"I cannot hear you," the boss protested.
			"NO!"
			"Good then go, kid. Hurry before sundown," as he said this, the sun was now just peeking a last goodbye on the horizon. "Er, never mind, just go get em. I'll be in here," he gave her some paper money, and walked back to the shack.

			Lilly made her way over to her bike, picking it up from the tree it was propped against earlier in the afternoon. She closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of the waves once more.

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1d4chan>Il Maestro: /* The Lady of the Lab, by Maestro */

2013-10-17T12:33:32Z

The Lady of the Lab, by Maestro

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	"Good afternoon! My name is Arachne Forty-Seven, and I'm delighted to welcome you to the Scripps Oceanographic Institution's Mid-North Pacific Offshore Laboratory and Museum! I hope the submersible ride down today was a pleasant one…" As the thing spoke, it swept two of the hands, no, ''she'' swept ''her'' hands out in a magnanimous arc that took in the entire room; the movement of her shoulders made it seem as though the hands were connected to her by invisible arms. "I'm afraid none of the staff are available at the moment to give you a tour of our facility, but I would be pleased to assist you with any inquiries which you may happen to have. Is there anything you would like to ask me about today?"		"Good afternoon! My name is Arachne Forty-Seven, and I'm delighted to welcome you to the Scripps Oceanographic Institution's Mid-North Pacific Offshore Laboratory and Museum! I hope the submersible ride down today was a pleasant one…" As the thing spoke, it swept two of the hands, no, ''she'' swept ''her'' hands out in a magnanimous arc that took in the entire room; the movement of her shoulders made it seem as though the hands were connected to her by invisible arms. "I'm afraid none of the staff are available at the moment to give you a tour of our facility, but I would be pleased to assist you with any inquiries which you may happen to have. Is there anything you would like to ask me about today?"

	The face of the woman-thing -- of Arachne -- bore a wide and endearingly confident grin as ~~Renner stepped forward~~ to ask his first question…		The divers were fairly shocked (not to mention confused) by the voice's smooth, rapid-fire spiel, but not too shocked to self-consciously glance at each other, asking with their eyes which of them would be first to speak up and address the thing. As if by arrangement, the eyes of the other three rested hopefully on Renner, who sighed and stepped forward. The face of the woman-thing -- of Arachne -- bore a wide and endearingly confident grin as he began to ask his first question…

	==Kim and Aggy in "High Rollers"==		==Kim and Aggy in "High Rollers"==

1d4chan>Il Maestro: /* The Lady of the Lab, by Maestro */

2013-10-17T12:29:00Z

The Lady of the Lab, by Maestro

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	The head of the image came into sharp focus as the hands worked off their stiffness. It was a woman's head, but almost a cartoonish simplification of the real thing: there was a gentle protrusion in the middle of her face, but no actual nose to speak of; the eyes, though closed, were just a little too large to be credible; the eyebrows and the point of the chin were too neatly drawn; and the thing's long bangs were blatantly unreal, for they hung before the face in solid, flat wings of hair. It -- ''she'' -- appeared to be an Earless, judging by the lack of ears atop her head, but the glimmer to either side of her face revealed itself as a shining silver pair of earphones, with what looked like a radio antenna sticking out the back of each cup.		The head of the image came into sharp focus as the hands worked off their stiffness. It was a woman's head, but almost a cartoonish simplification of the real thing: there was a gentle protrusion in the middle of her face, but no actual nose to speak of; the eyes, though closed, were just a little too large to be credible; the eyebrows and the point of the chin were too neatly drawn; and the thing's long bangs were blatantly unreal, for they hung before the face in solid, flat wings of hair. It -- ''she'' -- appeared to be an Earless, judging by the lack of ears atop her head, but the glimmer to either side of her face revealed itself as a shining silver pair of earphones, with what looked like a radio antenna sticking out the back of each cup.

	[[Image:CATastropheWritefag2.png\|thumb\|left\|~~300px~~]]		[[Image:CATastropheWritefag2.png\|thumb\|left\|250px]]
	Now the rest of the thing came out of the blur. It was definitely intended to be female, but you could only tell by the general shape -- as with the face and hair, there was a distinct lack of realistic detail to it. The hands changed their position: one pair moved down to the rows of buttons covering the desk and waited there patiently; the other two pairs clasped themselves together politely, even primly, at about the chest level of the translucent woman-thing. The creature's eyes opened, sclera glowing a mellower, lighter yellow-orange behind the deep orange of the irises. It examined each of the divers briefly, then abruptly broke into a cheerful smile and spoke, its lips moving in synchronization with a voice that emanated from within the pedestal itself:		Now the rest of the thing came out of the blur. It was definitely intended to be female, but you could only tell by the general shape -- as with the face and hair, there was a distinct lack of realistic detail to it. The hands changed their position: one pair moved down to the rows of buttons covering the desk and waited there patiently; the other two pairs clasped themselves together politely, even primly, at about the chest level of the translucent woman-thing. The creature's eyes opened, sclera glowing a mellower, lighter yellow-orange behind the deep orange of the irises. It examined each of the divers briefly, then abruptly broke into a cheerful smile and spoke, its lips moving in synchronization with a voice that emanated from within the pedestal itself: