"Turtle's not available right now. Leave a message, and she'll get back to you. If you're not a jerkface like Doug Hoo."

Tags: voice mail

Typing this up is sort of surreal; it's exactly the OOC note I've countlessly said would probably never happen.

But my life right now is taking me in very new and exciting directions, and I'm eager to embrace them, but, unfortunately, I'm a short person, with proportional arms, and can't embrace both what's going on in my life and the game at the same time. I was hoping to make it through to the end of the semester at the least, but I fail. The fact of the matter is simply that I'm not at all in the same place I was when I started playing three, almost four years ago, so it's just not working to keep playing in the same way I had. And after lots and lots of consideration, I've realized (and come to terms) with the fact that swiping the slate clean is the most efficient way to do this.

So, yeah. I'm basically dropping 95% of my involvement in the game. I will be keeping on Minsc, because I didn't want anyone to have a suddenly disappearing class, and he's just a good character to have around that could easily be played without having to be involved in everything *eyes certain Turtles*. Unlike everyone else, he can just be thrown in on those rare occasions where I have the time to actually ping in and not take a day to ping back. I'll also be keeping up with my squirrel duties for radio, unless any truly kind soul would like to take up the task. Speaking of radio, makesfaces is incredible and will be taking over Turtle & Val's Friday spots, so I owe him immense thanks and would sing his praises if it wouldn't be so redundant because everyone knows he's awesome.

As for everyone else? "Stuff" is happening on Earth, and so the IF has decided to pull Val out of Fandom after all and spirit her away to one of the satellites in an effort to try to keep a better control (HA!) on the Wiggin children through distance between them all. Turtle is going to follow canon by accepting an early admission into Harvard. Cal's grandmother will pass away, sending him home and inspiring him to stay there to support his mother through that difficulty. Daisy (who was leaving next month anyway) will transfer back to London and into Canon, while Rachel will discover that she's still got some business to take care of in Johannesberg, return, and find herself on the path to the second husband and not return.

If any of the current newspaper staff has an interest in filling in the editor gap that Cal will be leaving, let me know, and I'll send you through the indoctrination and pray for your soul. And, by all means, please feel free to Mod at Will conversations, notes, letter, etc., from any of these characters regarding their exits. I won't be doing any exit posts; both time and the fact that I get all wibbly just thinking about them are preventing me. So but they've all clearly got logical storylines leading them away, and wouldn't just drop off the face of Fandom. If you want to collaborate on details, I'd love to just babble about stuff and plan the *handwavey handwavey* out. :)

Lastly, what kills me most about this is not losing the characters. Obviously, I'm very attached to them, especially ones if feels like I've been playing forever (*coughTurtlecough*), but what really gets me is the people. You are all so incredible and interesting and amazing and a lot of what's kept me around this long even is just thinking, "But I'll miss *insert your name here* so much!" Thankfully, this severe step-back from the game to re-evaluate my approach in light of all the changes in my life doesn't necessarily have to mean dropping both the game AND all of you guys. So, please, stay in touch? I'd love it. Even if it's just random silliness...especially if it's just random silliness. Because you are all truly amazing people and I feel incredibly lucky to have had the chance to get to know some of you through the game and my life would be a little less enriched if I were to lose any of you.

Oh, I'm also proud to announce that the admins said I get to keep my Queen of Buttfaces crown. Nyah.

♥,
Skylie.

Tags: hell froze over sry guyz., ooc
Current Mood: sad

So it was just T-minus about half an hour until the ice cream date with Zack and Turtle was just a ball of excitement and eagerness up until about now. She supposed this was another warning against the risk of being too girly when it came to these things; she wouldn't be in this pickle at all if she hadn't gone into the closet to change into something different, feeling unsure about her first choice.

Into the closet, around the file boxes, and then...in a missing dimension somewhere in between the file boxes and her clothes.

It was all darkness there, with the occasional strip of florescent light sliding by, but it was definitely not the closet of 513 anymore. Of course Turtle knew exactly what was going on. It had happened to Jeff how many times? But there were no rulers or chocolate, just a lot of nothingness and not the slightest clue of how to get back.

Which was bad. She had a date!

Had being the key word. Sighing and all her energy instantly drained, Turtle at least had her phone so, pouting petulantly at the darkness, she could make a phone call and then set to the task of getting back.

"Your timing sucks, closet," she muttered. "Really, really sucks."


[[ Estaaaaablishy and NFI as she's stuck in a missing dimension. Turtle will be back, however, at about Just Too Late For A Date O'Clock. ]]

Tags: failed attempts at dates with zack, room 513 is no longer british, wtf closet
Current Mood: annoyed

Turtle figured she should probably get some sleep for work tomorrow, but she was feeling a little restless and, instead, was just sort of lying on her bed, staring at the wall and thinking. About clubs coming up, about when she'd hear back from various college applications she'd been sending out super early, about the elections, about a lot of stuff, really.

It was all stuff that it didn't do any good to think about, either. It was all stuff that had to wait, and so she turned her attention toward something more immediate. On her stomach, looking back up at her with those big cute eyes was that weird fish that Leto had given her last night. It still didn't make any sense to her. She decided long ago that nothing Leto Atreides could do was likely to be simple, so there had to be something more to the fish that she wasn't getting yet, and the longer she didn't get it, the more amused Leto would be, so she had to figure it out. No sense at all. Leto was even from a desert planet without a lot of fish on it at all, so it was just baffling.

She frowned at the fish, almost as if waiting for it to give her a key. Fish. What did a fish have to do with anything? Well, at least it was cute. It vibrated, for some reason, when you pushed a button, which kind of tick--

Wait a second. Turtle stared at the fish buzzing idly on her stomach. Didn't Valentine mention something about her and Leto talking about fish? Wasn't that last Friday? Friday, when Valentine worked at--

"Oh. My. God."

It was quite an interesting sound Turtle made as she jumped and, trying to use the heel of her palms at most to touch the thing, pushed it off her stomach, where it landed on the floor, now vibrating across the carpet, where it was likely to stay, and where those big bulging eyes were likely to haunt her for the rest of her life, and Turtle Wexler was never going to be the same around fish for the rest of her life.



[[ ILU, future_sandworm! Door and post are very, very open, although I'm on the slow side ]]

Tags: fishie fishie, hurley, jeff, leto is annoying, room 513 is no longer british, valentine is a perv
Current Mood: shocked

In small doses, being a turtle really wasn't all that bad. However, being a turtle for as long as Turtle had been was hardly a small dose, and the human part of her trapped in this shell had been about ready to crawl on out and back to having digits and thumbs and legs that would move her faster than a millimeter a minute for quite some time now.

Plus, there was all that stuff going on that she at least was able to hear about on the radio on Friday, and she couldn't do anything to help.

Plus plus, she was really getting sick of clover. Great for turtles, maybe, but not turtles that were usually human. Blech.

The water she had, though, was nice. For playing in. She did more playing in it, really, than she did drinking it. In fact, playing in it was exactly what Turtle was doing right now, sitting in the bowl and moving her little arms and legs around to make little waves and splashes and sighing a lot that this was the most exciting thing she could claim to have done this week.

Whoopeee.....


[[ for the roommate first and foremost, but open after that if you want to come around! My hiatus is officially donezor! Huzzah! ]]

Tags: maron, room 513 is no longer british, turtle the turtle

It was all starting out to be a very normal sort of morning for Turtle. She woke up, groaned into her pillow and contemplated getting a few more minutes of sleep, and then resolved that she had a whole day full of a lot of things to do, so she got up grudgingly. She grabbed her things to shuffle to the bathroom for a shower and, when she got out and wiped away the fog, she looked at her reflection and sighed. Lately, that had been happening; she'd see herself there and just feel unsure of exactly what to do with herself. Sure, she knew what she'd do after school, but that was still a year away, and a year could be a long time to go through this every morning...

But it was all going to be okay. This was clearly stated by the fact that Turtle then opened her mouth and began to pour out her heart to her reflection. In song.

( You've got to get yourself together; you got stuck in a moment and you can't get out of it )

This time will pass. And then she it was nothing but awesome sailing from here on in. Turtle drew in a deep breath. Time to make something of this year already!

[[ open, sure, especially for cabin mates or anyone else who might have caught her belting it out when she leaves. I could not get this scene out of my head the other day. ]]

Tags: once more with feeling...., u2 is totally inspiring, wendy the werewolf stalker cabin

So, here's just a quick overview of the three businesses that have the misfortune of being in my hands. With this icon just because I like it and it amuses me.

( About Turtle & Canary )


( About the York Gallery )

( About Mauvaise Chance Apartments )

I think that covers everything! Consider yourself informed.

Tags: information post, ooc

Because it wouldn't be the beginning brim of a new semester without a heaping of OOC links to drown Tracy in, I present to you: ANOTHER ONE!

( The Students )

( The Teachers )

( The Townies )


( The Alumni )

( The Player )


I probably forgot a million things, but oh well. : ) Questions, comments, pie, OOC are all awesome and appreciated! I plan to get Another Info Post specific on my various Businesses up tomorrow. This is probably enough for one post. Heee.

Tags: information post, ooc

Turtle was sitting on her bed, legs folded in front of her, which was very common for her, but there was a distinct lack of the usual scattering of reports and charts and graphs and files. Instead, there was just a newspaper folded to recent sports scores, and she had a telephone in her hand and she was talking into it, bright and animated. Of course she'd be calling Jake to wish him a Happy Father's Day, and find out how the bookie business was going and how her mom and Angela were and groan at a few really bad jokes and make appeals about how she did not sound like a thirty-year-old woman, saying it was too soon after the breakup to find a date for the dance next week, and, besides, didn't he always say that she was too young to date, and he was probably just glad that she wasn't dating Jeff anymore. Smart man, Jake easily deflected that one with investment news.

It had been a good phone call, a long one, and they eventually got around to good-byes because Grace was yelling at him about Lord knew what, so Turtle ended the call feeling pretty happy and contented.


[[ door and post are open! ]]

Tags: amber, call with jake, father's day, hinata, room 513 is no longer british
Current Mood: pleased

Turtle was making a list and checking it twice of who she could remember selling umbrellas to last night and made rain checks for, just so she could have it on file and keep track of who has paid her yet or who hasn't, and she set up so that she could spend some time working in her 'office' today, since most people said they'd come by and pay. So she had to make sure she was available, especially since she really didn't like having to hunt people down about stuff like that.

Besides, she never minded just working on stuff on her bed. It was one of her preferred usages of time, really. She had the radio on quietly, though her work mostly took the tune of her scratching pen and the punching in of numbers on her calculator.


[[ door and post are open! ]]

Tags: leto is annoying, room 513 is no longer british
Current Mood: productive