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We all find stuff that is randomly awesome, or relates in some way to something someone here has said... and so here's something I'd like to share that I found today
I was online when a person named Vivi (who from the chat between her and Caitlin I assume to be a member from the DA side of things a while back) and she said something about possibly making a pirate character who is crazy and loves explosions.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 16, 2013 22:18:38 GMT
AMG!! That is freaking perfect!!
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
here are some more: Victorian London - Words and Expressions - slang from 1850s & 1870s
SLANG WORDS AND PHRASES - A lecture recently delivered in Carlisle by the Rev. A. Munsell contained the following amusing and instructive passage:- The point to which I have next to direct attention is manliness in speech. There are many young men who seem to consider it essential to manliness that they should be masters of slang. The sporting world, like its brother, the swell mob, has a language of its own; but this dog-English extends far beyond the sporting world. It comes with its hordes of barbarous words, threatening the entire extinction of genuine English. Now, just listen for a moment to our fast young man, or the ape of a fast young man, who thinks that to be a man he must speak in the dark phraseology of slang. If he does anything on his own responsibility he does it on his own "hook." If he sees anything remarkably good, he calls it a "stunner," the superlative of which is a "regular stunner." If a man is requested to pay a tavern bill he is asked if he will "stand Sam." If he meets a savage-looking dog he calls him an "ugly customer." If he meets an eccentric man, he calls him a "rummy old cove." A sensible man is a "chap that is up to snuff." Our young friend never scolds, but "blows up," never pays but "stumps up;" never finds it difficult to pay but is "hard up ;" never feels fatigued but is "used up." He has no hat but shelters his head beneath a "tile." He wears no neckcloth, but surrounds his throat with a "choker." He lives nowhere, but there is some place where he "hangs out." He never goes away or withdraws, but he "bolts" - he "slopes" - he "mizzles" - he "makes himself scarce" - he "walks his chalks" - he "makes tracks" - he "cuts his stick" - or, what is the same thing, he "cuts his lucky." The highest compliment you can pay him is to tell him that he is a "regular brick." He does not profess to be brave, but he prides himself on being "plucky." Money is a word which he has forgotten, but he talks a good deal about "tin" and "the needful," "the rhino," and the "ready." When a man speaks he "spouts" - when he holds his peace, he "shuts up;" when he is humiliated, he is "taken down a peg or two," and "made to sing small." Now, a good deal of this slang is harmless; many of the terms are, I think, very expressive; yet there is much in slang that is objectionable. For example, as Archdeacon Hare observes in one of his sermons, the word "governor" as applied to a father, is to be reprehended. I have hear a young man call his father the "relieving officer." Does it not betray on the part of the young men great ignorance of the paternal and filial relationships, or great contempt for them? Their father is to such young men merely a governor - merely the representative of authority. Innocently enough the expression is used by thousands of young men who venerate and love their parents; but only think of it, and I am sure you will admit that it is a cold, heartless word when thus aplpied, and one that ought forthwith to be abandoned.
The Times, 3 April, 1858
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Beak – A magistrate, a police magistrate …
Banyan days – This phrase is employed by sailors to denote the days when no animal food is served out to them. …
Bloke – This word has recently become popular to signify disrespectfully a man, a person, a party. …
Boss – The master or chief person in a shop or factory. This word, recently introduced to England from the United States, was originally used by the American working classes to avoid the word master – a word which was only employed to signify the relation between a slave-owner and his human chattel….
Brick – This expression implies the highest commendation of a man's character. "He's a regular brick," ie. the best of good fellows. …
Bumper – A full glass or goblet. …
Cabbage – To steal; originally and still applied to tailors and milliners, who are supposed to cut off for their own use pieces of the cloth, silk, velvet or other materials entrusted to them to be made up. …
Cagg – To abstain for a certain time from liquor. ….
Corned – Drunk, intoxicated. ….
Crib – A house, a lodging, a place of rest for the night….
Cove – A man, a person. …
Dander – To have one's dander up; to be incensed, angry, resolute, fierce. …
Doss – A resting place, a bed; doss-ken, a tramp's lodging house …
Fawney-rig – The trick of dropping a ring. Fawney bouncing, selling rings for a pretended wager. …
Gum – Loud abusive language. "Let us have no more of your gum" …
Hookem-snivey – To feign mortal sickness, disease and infirmity of the body in the streets in order to excite compassion and obtain alms. …
Hook it – be off! …
Kidney – Of the same kidney, ie. alike, resemblant. …
Rhino – Money; the portion or share of the proceeds of a robbery, divided among the robbers. …
Ran-tan – To be on the ran-tan, to be roaring drunk. …
Shine – A disturbance, a row; "don't kick up a shine;" shindy, a domestic disturbance; a quarrel. …
Slate – To beat, a good slating, a severe beating. …
Shandy-gaff – A mixture of ale and gin, and sometimes of ale and ginger-beer. ...
Skilly – Workhouse gruel, or thin soup; sometimes called skilligolee …
Toke – Dry bread; toc (French argot or slang), false gold, anything ugly, deceptive, or of bad quality. ...
Tantrums – Violent fits of bad temper. ...
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jan 19, 2014 22:08:30 GMT
another steampunky video to motivate and inspire
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin