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The Purple Soul
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The day, is September 14.

The location? A small beach-side town in South California, called Everstone.

A group of kids, though separated, stand in their rooms.

And in one of their attics, a deadly adventure awaits...
 
Your name is Arin Besnik.

You've awoken as expected in your bed, in your bedroom...also as expected. Your eyes are immediately greeted by the sight of your several kick-ass posters scattered around your room, all depicting some kind of military vessel. You’re pretty fond of such things.

You are about to leave your room when you see a spider on the wall near the door handle. That’s a big no-no. You equip your PAINTBALL SHOTGUN, one of the two items currently assigned to your SHOTGUNKIND strife specibus. You aim at the spider, but then realise that firing would get paint on the poster of HMS Hood, your favourite battleruiser, also a big no-no.

...Shit. During your previous thought, the spider moved down to the floor. You quickly retreat back onto your bed, keeping your aim on the spider. You know you can’t shoot it yet, as the paintball shotgun had an exaggerated spread at these distances and wouldn’t be likely to hit the spider. Your actual shotgun would be much better at this range, but you don’t want to put a hole in your floor.

You decide to stay on the bed until either the spider moves in range or rescue arrives. Maybe you’ll get pestered by one of your chums on...pesterchum, so you wait for messages to appear on your phone.
 
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===>Be one of the aforementioned Chum

You are now Yuna Miyako

You are currently sitting on your bed after being up for...... Well honestly you have no idea when you woke up. Suspecting it to be a time somewhat near or past sunrise you go over to you window to open your blackout curtains..... Only to close them immediately after. Sunlight is very bright after all.

You decide to ask your MAGIC EIGHTBALL if you would have a special day today. It answers with a firm no, but you decide to expect something special anyway. After all a magic eightball is almost wrong. You allocate a one- no two- wait three- okay maybe a few more. You allocate many pens to your strife specibus. You never know when you need a writing utensil!

Walking over to your computer you decide to pester one of your chums. It seems like
Arin is on at the moment.

witchyPractioner[WP] began pestering enigmaCode [EC]

WP: Hi Arin!
WP: How do you happen to be fairing today?
WP: Fine?
WP: Elated?
WP: Or perhaps distressed?
 

Elia Hannah

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Pesterlog
ImmortalBait [IB] began pestering enigmaCode [EC] & witchyPractioner [WP]

WP: Hi Arin!
WP: How do you happen to be fairing today?
WP: Fine?
WP: Elated?
WP: Or perhaps distressed?
IB: Hey Yuna and Arin.
IB: What's happening?

===>Speaking of writing utensils!

You are now Elia Hannah

You had a busy morning waking up and getting out of bed to go to your workstation and pick up your drawing pencils and colors. You are sitting at your workstation planning out some designs for outfits you have in mind. You don't know how to sow or really put together an outfit, but one day you will be able too. So at least you will be prepared with a massive and heavy notebook filled with drawings of outfits. You tuck the book away back in a little drawer under your workstation.

Well, there is still a lot of time in the day, so you decide to spend it putting on another outfit. You transition over to your room closet, it is pretty big for a closet which is great for all the outfits you will eventually design right? For now, it is only filled with a few casual clothes and your nice button up with a tie, skirt, and shiny shoes. This is the obvious outfit for today, as you aren't a casual kind of person outside your home.

After you finish putting on your nice clothes. You then head over to your computer, perhaps some of your chums are online. Though they will have to wait, you must check how your money is coming along. You go online and look at a few of the bookmarks you have, clicking all of them and doing a quick sweep. BaitCoin is good, stocks are fine and might need to sell some soon, the items you have on Sellbay are still counting down.

Yup, everything is good, you then get on Pesterchum and talk to your friends.

 
==> Be the other guy.

You're Arin Besnik again.

While holding position on your bed, against the threatening spider on the floor, you are pestered by two chums at once. Arin, respond to the pestering.

Pesterlog
ImmortalBait [IB] & witchyPractioner [WP] began pestering enigmacode [EC]
WP: Hi Arin!
WP: How do you happen to be fairing today?
WP: Fine?
WP: Elated?
WP: Or perhaps distressed?

IB: Hey Yuna and Arin.
IB: What's happening?

EC: Oh hey there
EC: Surprisingly enough I'm distressed since a spider is on my floor and I am therefore trapped on my bed with a weapon that cannot effectively reach said spider
EC: Oh shit its moving


The spider has moved within range of your paintball shotgun. Arin, dispose of the threat. You fire at the spider once its close enough, killing it with the impact force of the hard paintballs. Arin, report status.

Pesterlog
WP: Hi Arin!
WP: How do you happen to be fairing today?
WP: Fine?
WP: Elated?
WP: Or perhaps distressed?

IB: Hey Yuna and Arin.
IB: What's happening?

EC: Oh hey there
EC: Surprisingly enough I'm distressed since a spider is on my floor and I am therefore trapped on my bed with a weapon that cannot effectively reach said spider
EC: Oh shit its moving
EC: It's dead now so crisis averted
EC: How are you two doing?


Arin, go down to get breakfast while pestering your chums. You go down to the kitchen while watching your phone screen.
 

Maxx Pierce

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Pesterlog
bombasticPowerhouse [BP] began pestering ImortalBait [IB], enigmaCode [EC] & witchyPractioner [WP]

WP: Hi Arin!
WP: How do you happen to be fairing today?
WP: Fine?
WP: Elated?
WP: Or perhaps distressed?

IB: Hey Yuna and Arin.
IB: What's happening?

EC: Oh hey there
EC: Surprisingly enough I'm distressed since a spider is on my floor and I am therefore trapped on my bed with a weapon that cannot effectively reach said spider
EC: Oh shit its moving
EC: It's dead now so crisis averted
EC: How are you two doing?

BP: good stuff arin you bested yet another creature of the night
BP: i just bested a beast of my own
BP: my stomach i nearly died of starvation
BP: anyway whats new? besides spider murder :P

===>Growling Stomachs

You are now Maxx Pierce

You just woke up from the loud noise of your stomach, it always starts at around this time which is why you never exactly need a alarm seeing as you have a natural on inside you. You look around your room as you crawl out of bed nearly hitting your head on the hard wood floor like last time, you had a bump on your head for about a week with a fall like that as you think about it you consider getting a lower bed. You look at your flashing phone and figure your chums had already been yucking it up in the chat and you consider saying hi yourself but your stomach once again reminds you of it's needs.

You groan loudly as you stumble through the dark room looking for something to shut your damn stomach up, as you look under your bed your adjusted eyes see a glimmer of hop in a corner AHA! Beef Jerky! One of your favorite pass time snacks and also a solid pick me up from having your innards eat digest itself. You quickly scoop up the snack and much away sating your pesky hunger for now with a slight gurgle reminding you that it'll be back for more...soon. You give a sigh and flip the switch to brighten the room up to reveal heavily decorated room and practically swamp of clothes and other nick knacks it's truly a sight to behold you're quite proud.

You dawn your knitted cap and plop back on your bed munching on another piece of jerky, what a way to start a day jerky and painful memories! You eye your phone and read up on the messages everyone had sent, you yawn again should you sleep more? No if you slept in any longer you'll haft to hear from your uncle who would pester you to get outta the house anyway. You roll your eyes and begin texting away.

 
===> Be that other person

You are once again Yuna.

From your friend's messages you have concluded that arachnid based crisis has been averted. Grabbing a piecing of paper you write down yet another attempt at okkult majyks, not that you ever succeed. You quickly activate it with a phrase...................... Nope! Nothing happened! You saw that coming, but you can't help but be a bit disapointed

A few cats then enter your room. And by a few you mean like 10. You quickly move any relatively edible things out of the herd of cat's range before going to reply to you friends.

WP: Hi Arin!
WP: How do you happen to be fairing today?
WP: Fine?
WP: Elated?
WP: Or perhaps distressed?

IB: Hey Yuna and Arin.
IB: What's happening?

EC: Oh hey there
EC: Surprisingly enough I'm distressed since a spider is on my floor and I am therefore trapped on my bed with a weapon that cannot effectively reach said spider
EC: Oh shit its moving
EC: It's dead now so crisis averted
EC: How are you two doing?

BP: good stuff arin you bested yet another creature of the night
BP: i just bested a beast of my own
BP: my stomach i nearly died of starvation
BP: anyway whats new? besides spider murder :P

WP: well actually today I consulted a magic eightball on if today would be a special day
WP: It said absolutely not

WP: From which I can conclude that day may end up being spectacular
 

Nova Harris

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Pesterlog
costlyTripwire [CT] began pestering everyone.

CT: hey gyyys
CT: sorry im late tot eh party
CT: just woke up
CT: wahts new
CT: yall wanna come over
CT: im making eggs
===>Be the late one.

You are now Nova Harris

You have just woken up, squinting through sleep-crusted eyelashes at your iPhone, tapping away with a single thumb as you message your friends. As you send your latest message, you're given a sudden strike of panic, your phone slipping from your grasp and falling smack dab into your face. Crying out, you grip your phone and roll onto your side, cradling your painfully throbbing nose with your other hand. What a way to wake up.

Well, now that you're awake, you figure you better shuffle on down and start making breakfast. Your Cuz has probably been up since two days ago, subsisting solely on coffee. She had to be on her tenth cup... And then she has the audacity to wonder where you get your horrible sleeping habits from. Rolling out of bead, you throw on your favorite outfit, a purple shirt and red pants with a white jacket. Not that you needed a jacket that thick in coastal Southern California... but the aesthetic worked.

Once dressed, you gather your laptop and make your way downstairs, socked feet padding silently on the marble flooring as you enter the kitchen. Pulling out a frying pan, you gather eggs and hash browns, setting oil into the pan and setting up your laptop on the expansive counter space next to the stove so you can talk to your friends semi-hands-free. At least you don't need to carry your phone in one hand and scramble eggs in the other.


 
==> Be that other guy

Congrats, you're Arin again. You should be proud of yourself.

You are about to start making breakfast when you receive Nova's invitation to breakfast at her place. You know that you're no good with making food, so it's probably best if you accept. Besides, grandma is perfectly capable of making breakfast for herself.


Pesterlog
costlyTripwire [CT] began pestering everyone.
CT: hey gyyys
CT: sorry im late tot eh party
CT: just woke up
CT: wahts new
CT: yall wanna come over
CT: im making eggs

EC: Aye sounds good I'll be there in a bit

You then get ready, freshening yourself up and putting on your goggles and shoes etc. and proceed to leave your house. Nova's house isn't that far, so you should get there within half an hour if you keep running. Well, Arin, get going!

And you're off. A good run should get your appetite going either way.
 
===> Be the person surrounded by cats

Speaking of cats You were currently shooing them away from a pile of paper you really didn't want to get eaten today. Seriously Sir Whisker Button Nose, you should know better than to eat papers with majyk spells written on them. Even non-functioning majyk spells.

You walk over to your computer holding one of the more naughty cats (Peppery Mints the Rougish) before replying to your Chums.

CT: hey gyyys
CT: sorry im late tot eh party
CT: just woke up
CT: wahts new
CT: yall wanna come over
CT: im making eggs

EC: Aye sounds good I'll be there in a bit
WP: Sounds great!
WP: I'll be there soon!

You open you curtains looking outside and sighing. Being a photophobe in California was sooooooooo fun.

CT: hey gyyys
CT: sorry im late tot eh party
CT: just woke up
CT: wahts new
CT: yall wanna come over
CT: im making eggs

EC: Aye sounds good I'll be there in a bit
WP: Sounds great!
WP: I'll be there soon!
WP: Probably....

You look around your room to see your parasol suspiciously missing from your room. You Sigh again assuming either your sister or a cat had stolen it.

CT: hey gyyys
CT: sorry im late tot eh party
CT: just woke up
CT: wahts new
CT: yall wanna come over
CT: im making eggs

EC: Aye sounds good I'll be there in a bit
WP: Sounds great!
WP: I'll be there soon!
WP: Probably....
WP: Hopefully.....

You put down Pepper and walk out of your room, hoping your sister hadn't 'accidentally' lost your parasol.
 

Maxx Pierce

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Pesterlog
bombasticPowerhouse [BP] began pestering everyone
CT: hey gyyys
CT: sorry im late tot eh party
CT: just woke up
CT: wahts new
CT: yall wanna come over
CT: im making eggs

EC: Aye sounds good I'll be there in a bit
WP: Sounds great!
WP: I'll be there soon!
WP: Probably....
WP: Hopefully.....

BP: something holding yah up yuna?
BP: also i'll be making a beeline for your place nova save some bacon for yah boi plz




===>Back to the hungry one!

You are now Maxx Pierce

And yes indeed you are still hungry however the brave bag of beef jerky has been holding off the insufferable creature that is your stomach, yet hope shines into your pesterlog it seems that Nova is inviting people over you nearly glossed over it as you were staring off in the hallway. You quickly text out your response before hopping out of your bed to get get washed up and dress yourself. Thinking about it you quickly grab your blindfold to shield yourself from the evil mirror in the bathroom, despite all of your friend's opinions your certain there is an evil creature wearing your face on the other side...you shiver a bit.

You toss your phone on the bed before heading off to the bathroom with your clothes and your towel, as soon as you creek open the door you immediately shut your eyes as you edge for the tub to turn it on for fear that you awaken the beast. Time passes and luckily you are safe once again from the terror of the mirror you adjust your hat and hurry to your room to collect your phone, you pop one last message before you head off to find your skateboard.



 
===>Be the person getting assaulted by cats

You are now a very annoyed Yuna Miyako.

At the moment you are walking through a crowd of cats, with one on your head. You finally get to the living room where your sister Wic sits holding your umbrella. Wic gives you a smug look as she holds the umbrella. Yep, she totally stole it.

CT: hey gyyys
CT: sorry im late tot eh party
CT: just woke up
CT: wahts new
CT: yall wanna come over
CT: im making eggs

EC: Aye sounds good I'll be there in a bit
WP: Sounds great!
WP: I'll be there soon!
WP: Probably....
WP: Hopefully.....

BP: something holding yah up yuna?
BP: also i'll be making a beeline for your place nova save some bacon for yah boi plz

WP: Not for long

You pull a bunch of BLACK BALLPOINT PENS from your strife Specibus and prepare to strife. You throw several pens at your sister all of which get batted out of the air by a cat or blocked by a plushie. Wic retaliate by throwing a storm of pom-poms at you. You manage to bat most of the out of the way but when you can finally see clearly the only people near you are cats. You spy your umbrella over by the couch. And go over to grab it. Seeing that all the pom-poms Wic threw at you were dark shades of blue, purple and gray you make a mental note to thank her later. You walk away out the door, quickly opening your umbrella and began to make your way to Nova's place.
 
==>Be the first

What a surprise, you're Arin Besnik again.

You skid to a halt outside Nova's place, out of breath and much more hungry than before. Was it necessary to run here? Could you not have just walked? Was public transportation unavailable?

Was this a bad strategy?
...
Preposterous, of course it was a good strategy. You don't know HOW it was a good strategy, but you still know it was good because you're the one that made it. Therefore, no regrets here. Although, you are now in desperate need of sustenance.

Arin, knock on Nova's door.
 

Nova Harris

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Pesterlog
costlyTripwire [CT] began pestering everyone.

CT: bihh
CT: this is a byob event
CT: bring your own pakon
CT: shti
CT: shit
CT: bakeon
CT: bakono
CT: bacon
CT: bring your own bacon
CT: nah im joking man i got bacon here
CT: ya'll better hurry or it'll burn
===>Back to the cook.

You're back to cooking. You pull out a second pan, drizzle some oil on it, and slam down like ten strips of bacon and a few hash brown patties. Ten minutes later, the front door rings. You pick up a remote and hit a button, lowering the heavy blackout curtains on the wall-length windows in case it's Yuna, flipping on the lights in the kitchen and breakfast bar area. Turning down the heat, you dash to the front door and open it up, revealing that the knocker is in fact Arin. "Hey! Come on in!" you greet, before dashing back to the kitchen to make sure the food doesn't burn. Your friends should know their way around your oversized house by now.


 
==> Be you again

Arin Besnik bla bla bla.

You greet Nova and enter her house, while she goes off to continue cooking. You manage to not seem like your legs are literally dying from exertion so far, so once she's gone you take a seat in the living room and finally allow your legs some respite. You're still convinced that running all the way here was the best strategy, even if you don't know how. Now you just wait for your other friends to get here.

Arin, allow your legs to not disintegrate.
 

Maxx Pierce

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Pesterlog
bombasticPowerhouse [BP] began pestering everyone
CT: bihh
CT: this is a byob event
CT: bring your own pakon
CT: shti
CT: shit
CT: bakeon
CT: bakono
CT: bacon
CT: bring your own bacon
CT: nah im joking man i got bacon here
CT: ya'll better hurry or it'll burn

BP: yeh is your front door unlocked?
BP: yep it is
BP: dont grab your pitchforks yet i just walked in


===>Be the kid with the skateboard
You are now Maxx Pierce

And like a bat outta hell your flying down the street on your board riding down the biggest hill you could find to get the most speed towards the bacon goodness that beckoned you. You swear you could smell the stuff from here but it was most likely your mind reminding you on what heaven tasted like....if you were a betting man you'd assume heaven would come with a side of bacon. Nova's house was not far from your position so you began dragging the tail of your board on the pavement to slow it down enough. You kick up your board and heft it as you give a light jog towards the house.

As your approach the door you give a few texts letting the folks on the log know that your here. Afterwards you swing open the door and walk inside having a look around the room, you never really swung by Nova's place all too much but today was a one of a kind day the day where food is free and not being burned whatsoever! At least...you hope that's the case you give out one small prayer for the safety of the precious bacon to be crunchy and delicious when you murder it with your mouth. Your eyes land upon one of your friends sitting on the couch its Arin! You greet him the only way you know how too spooking him from behind and going "Wazzzuuup!!" you do so with great effectiveness and give yourself a mental fist bump for your amazing effort.


 
==> Guess Who.

Duh, you're Arin Besnik.

Not too long after resting, you hear someone else enter the house. The slow footsteps coming from behind you serve to give you an idea about what was about to happen, especially now that Maxx has announced his entry on the Pesterlog. You know how he likes to do things.

Maxx does his spook, which you anticipated, but you still jump a little bit since your prediction of the exact timing was a bit off. Probably the only thing that could never be anticipated. You consider your strategy to be an overwhelming success either way.

Arin, turn to greet your chum.

"Welcome aboard deck, Seaman."
 

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