Here in Ditto Town, when one of ze stories in ze Town Fountain becomes popular enough, I give them their own thread, to keep things neater and more organized. Moi, I’m proud to feature some of Ditto Town's best roleplays.
If vous would like to join any of these roleplays, please PM ze creator first.
Please follow zese guidelines in your posts:
• Please keep all posts rated “G” or “PG” for ze sake of our younger members.
• Cooperate with ze plotter, as they basically have ze final word for ze storyline.
• Please try to make your posts longer than 10 words and shorter than 600 words. If vous want to chat (“I’m at work today. How are vous?”) instead of role-play (“Chedder ze Chipmunk flings himself from branch to branch, looking for his lost thimble.”), please go to ze Cup & Platter Chatroom.
• All role play characters should be characters vous have invented yourself, not stolen from ze other authors. Vous can use names created by others, but zey must be different characters. Vous can use your characters from ze Ditto Story and Fountain, or ones made up just for this thread. Vous can post a biography of your characters in ze Ditto Town Post Office.
• Please keep the lay of the land in mind when vous post. The map is here.
• Please, label what sub-group vous are writing for, so others can know where exactly vous are.
Ditto Town Host
Lady Arwen and Rising_Star
lover of narnia, sweeetlilgurlie, Rising_Star, MountainFireflower, Lady Courage, Bookwyrm, Lady Arwen, stargazer, qwertykate, and an illustrious surprise guest.
The wind dances. It has always danced here, it has always spoken. Yet few listen to it. Today, one is listening. You can see her, sitting over the mouth of the river, looking down the waterfall, farther down the river, into Annagda. She sits, cross-legged, a book balanced on her lap. If it were not for the swirling fabric of her clothes, she could be presumed a statue. Long ago, this was her homeland. She had been on Sayana for months now, searching. The old landing dock by Jashri Ji’s home had disappeared, as had Jashri Ji. Darlene had vanished without a trace, also. Their house was at it had always been. A half-finished project of Jashri Ji’s sat by the hearth. Darlene’s breadbasket held the withered remains of a half-made loaf.
Meav, herself, had changed. Her once pale skin had darkened with her increased exposure to the outdoors. Her Force-user garb had slowly fallen to the wayside as she had adapted back to her cultural ways. Her dependence on the Force had lessened, while her skills as an elemental had sharpened. She had become the unseen eyes and ears of the land. And she was not happy with what she saw.