I love Blogger because I can post from my email, which means I can post
from my computer, my tablet or the web ... life does not get better for
the busy, lazy or those of us with the combined condition.
ANYHOO!!!!!! Imma get started on explaining emotes as they relate to
role playing.
Many who have ever had a pixel in Second Life .. the grandaddy of them
all (abusive parent, but that's a whole nuther rant) are familiar with
/me. It basically removes a semicolon and makes things smoother.
Buni Chuku: laughs
vs
Buni Chuku laughs
That's your bare bones emote and completely inadvisable in a role play
scenario, IMNSHO. The shorter the emote, the less that emote
communicates. Lets take a short example scene that will lob your role
play off at the knees.
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Jane Doe walks into the cafe and steps up to the counter. "Is John here?"
Buni Chuku looks at the newcomer. "No." she replies
Jane Doe sighs and leaves the cafe.
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End of scene .. took less than a minute .... and to me, very unsatisfying.
Now lets try a better, more detailed emote.
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Jane Doe walks into the cafe and steps up to the counter. "Is John here?"
Buni Chuku looks at the newcomer and bites her lip then looks at the
counter, which she begins to wipe, mock-casually. "No." she replies
Jane Doe frowns slightly, as she watches the woman begin to act very
strangely. Nervous, like she is hiding something. "What is your
name?" she demands to know. "I'm Jane Doe. John is my husband. He was
supposed to be home two hours ago and I am worried!"
Buni Chuku bites her lip and swears softly under her breath. In a few
seconds she looks up at the lady. "I'm Buni Chuku. I own this place."
she sighs and begins to hit the counter with the rag, as if its been
bad. "Listen ... Jane, did you say? John did his job and about five
minutes before he left, some chick comes in. I assumed SHE was his wife
... I mean .... yea .. well ... I thought SHE was his wife. They
walked out of here as soon as John clocked out, got on the ferry and
...." she shrugs, helplessly.
Jane Doe listens with growing disbelief, indignation and anger. "That
little ....." she murmurs, more to herself than to the woman who owns
the place. "Thank you .... you've been ... more helpful than you
know...." and with a sigh, she turns and leaves the cafe, marching to
the pier and sitting, as if waiting for the next ferry to the mainland.
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Longer scene. More detail and still leaves the characters open. Buni
could rush out and continue to talk to the woman ... Jane could log at
this point, if the scene is over for both of them for the now. But also
Jane has found things out about her husband ... which can potentially
add to at least four storylines.
John's .... he's been caught, it sounds, in some kind of affair,
depending on how Jane opts to take the words and body language of Buni.
John's female friend .... she could be in the middle of some serious
nastiness once Jane catches up with John, if they are still together if
and when that happens.
Jane's .... she can go and confront John and his little friend. She can
go hire a lawyer. She can go hit Chippendale's and have her some fun of
her own ... Who knows where the ferry will take her!
Buni .... John may be a great new hire, but it seems he can also be
trouble. Will she want the wife coming in her place trying to catch the
female friend? Will she talk to the wife and try an calm her down?
Will she pay for the trip to Chippendale's? Will she secretly provide
Jane with a list of assassins for hire ... I mean divorce lawyers?
That one little scene alone can spawn MONTHS of role play all by
itself. It may even bring in new and interesting characters. The
characters can live happily ever after, or someone can start role
playing at the Gati Clinic cause they get beat up. The possibilities
are almost literally endless. Even Louise .. the quirky Jewish Grandma
Reporter might get involves somehow.
Role play is what you make it. Your world, your imagination .... as a
grid that once had a TON of potential said ... only to basically become
a brothel.
OK now lets see if that even made sense .......
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