Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Cait, that was what I was gonna use the Steambird (Robotics V) for...
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Stephen Leland on Jun 29, 2014 14:31:36 GMT
This song reminded me of the amazing women in Lodan. It basically states that She may seem like a cruel, untruthful, thieving person to most people but She's a perfect woman to me. I think this song accentuated how Lodan's girls put up a tough, unforgiving front but they are the best people in the end. This one's for you.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 9, 2014 0:50:55 GMT
just in case anyone was wondering what happened in the year 1898, here is a list of dates and holidays/events: m.calendar-yearly.com/1898&l=ie
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 Jul 22, 2014 17:25:06 GMT
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
I keep wondering what kind of Wing tattoo Clair would have... and it took wayyy wayyyy too long to hit me Clairee already has wing tattoos. seriously. the model for Clair already has wing tattoos
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 15, 2014 18:11:24 GMT
hey guys, I know its been a busy summer for a lot of us, and so I need everyones help reaching out to our MIA members and helping bring them back to Lodan. When we get tugged away from our RP groups for a while, its easy to put off returning - sometimes because we don't feel up to the catching up we might need to do - but the longer we procrastinate the harder it gets.
So if you know where to reach out to these players, please do and remind them we're still here listed below are their names and last date online
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 Sept 8, 2014 21:35:23 GMT
that is totally awesome Clancy!!
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