Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Unfinished

So if you've ever wondered how my writing process goes. It seems I have found a way to clear my head in writing song lyrics and then getting started. I figured I would post this completely unfinished work just to showcase my brain's fractured process. I shall finish it later. (I am aware the only people who read this are ones who stumble by the page by browsing blogger. *laughs*)



The room only lit by the candlelight at the tables as the stage lights came up to reveal a lone girl on a stool. Her head bowed as if praying but soon looking out to the crowd as her voice shattered the previous silence rousing the crowd into frenzy. Her band behind her covered in colored lights as they slip into view. That unforgettable voice entrancing the audience before her as she came off the stage walking among the crowd. A crescendo reaching a high note as a child ran to the stage waving her arms frantically.
"Wyverns! Stop! There are coming."
The eight entertainers on stage dropping their instruments and hiding within the crowd as guards entered the room
"Wandering Wyvern you have been," Stopping as a realized the stage was empty.
Grabbing a nearby patron, "Where have they gone!?"
His only answer was a face full of ale breath as the man belched.



I used to be in love with you. You used to be the first thing on my mind. I know I'm just a friend to you. That I will never get to call you mine, but I still love you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I love you. I didn't mean to say what I said. I miss you I mean it I try not to feel it but I can't get you outta my head. and I want you to miss me when I'm not around you. I know that you're in town why don't you come around to the spot where we met. I'm not the type of girl for you I'm not going to pretend. I'm the type of girl you call more than a friend, and I break all the rules for you, break my heart and start again. I'm not the type of girl you call more than a friend.
I bet she act so perfectly. You probably eat up every word she says, and if you ever think of me. I bet I'm just a flicker in your head, but I still love you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I love you. I didn't mean to say what I said. I miss you I mean it I try not to feel it but I can't get you out of my head. and I want you to miss me when I'm not around you. I know that you're in town why won't you come around to the spot where we met. I'm not the type of girl for you I'm not going to pretend. I'm the type of girl you call more than a friend, and I break all the rules for you, break my heart and start again. I'm not the type of girl you call more than a friend.

 I'll make time for you. I'll make all the time for you.

I love you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I love you. I didn't mean to say what I said. I miss you I mean it I try not to feel it but I can't get you out of my head. I'm not the type of girl for you I'm not going to pretend. I'm the type of girl you call more than a friend, and I break all the rules for you, break my heart and start again. I'm not the type of girl you call more than a friend. I'll make time for you. I'll make all the time for you.

I made time for you. I did make time for you. We need our imaginations to survive, or perhaps our imaginations need us to survive. Who truly knows.

In your fantasy dream about me and all we could do with this emotion.

Friday, January 12, 2018

She doesn't sit still


      The doors to the tavern swung open in an almost violent manner as it was kicked open by a cloaked figure who pulled out a drum and began playing it very musically. Followed by a gold elf behind him and then a human wearing royal clothing in all dark blues.
      "Micah take that side," The elf pointed.
     The cloaked figure motioning for her to come over to whisper something as he drummed. She shook her head and then grabbing a chair stood on it.
     "Find table space! Say your social graces and bow your heads." She shouted to the beat of the drum
     Someone from a corner questioning in a hushed tone, "They're pious here?"
The elf kicking over a glass and shaking her head "No, we're pioneers, we make our own rules and our own room. No bias here."
     As she spoke a merchant entered the tavern and held up some of his wares. Micah quickly pushing him in the tavern in front of Somber who was singing and rousing the crowd into a fervor.
     "Let him sell what he is selling. there are no buyers here."
     Everyone now clapping to her song and the beat of  the cloaked figures drum.
     "Gather around all you rebels, we'll rebel rouse and sing aloud. We don't care what anyone says, no way."
     Everyone joining in, "NO WAY!"
     Some other customers got up and left. While others came in and instead of sitting stood to watch the show as the gold elf pulled out a tambourine and joined her drummer friend.
     "Leave those empty chairs for those who say we can't sit there. We're fine all by ourselves. Aye, we brought our drum and this is how we dance, no mistaken we make our own breaks if you don't like our beat."
      Others in awe as they just crowded in the doorway.
      "Newt do me a favor, get that door." She pointed as she continued to sing. The cloaked figure ushering people in as they laid tokens at her feet for the free show. The bartender coming over to toss them out. Grabbing the elf by the waist. Micah coming over to stop him
     "Somber!"
     She shook her head and then shook the tambourine in his face, "Leave us alone cause we don't need your policies we have no apologies for being. Find me where the wild things are."
      Everyone crowding around the bartender and stopping him from interrupting her show as she kicked over drink cups and danced around. Micah making his way to a cabinet in a corner and picking it's lock he quickly retrieved the strange looking colorful box with a crank on the side. As the song came to the end.
     "Find me where the wild things are." Somber finished as she and her companions ran out of the establishment, blowing a kiss and winking as she left.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Emerald

The flash illuminating the cottage windows and the young elf awoke as the light washed across his face in the moment. His very pale, almost white skin seemed to glow in the moonlight as he got up and walked about his home, checking doors and windows for their latches. Looking back over his shoulder to his wife still sound asleep. Touching his face as if he could still feel what woke him up. Once he was satisfied that they were safe he drew the curtains and went back to bed.
Creeping through the curtains slit the sunlight came to wake the elven woman up. As it softly made it's way across her cheeks until it helped her eyes to open. She resisted at first by turning over and snuggling closer to her husband. Her belly getting in the way and the elf woke up from this and got up with a smile. Speaking to her stomach before leaving, "You'll be out soon enough."


Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Ever wonder why

There were days when my mind used to wander unfettered into topic I needed to not focus on. That was when the world of role playing was the strongest for me It seemed to be the only thing that reigned in my unruly mind. It was comforting as I typed and unfolded my story or "ies" to the person across the screen. Something I have now learned is about boundaries and which ones are worth crossing.. (btw it's none of them) I have boundaries set up for a fantastic reason. Everyone one of them serves to keep me safe and not let my mind wander as it once did. I feel wonderfully whole and fulfilled in my life as I have fought to make it this way. No more putting up with abuse just because I think that is the way you experience love. This goes for everyone in my life. I have rules for myself and I will now stick to them. I will no longer seek the approval of "jerkfaced" people who demand of me but do not give in return. You know what no, not even demand and return. It's a give and take in a loving way. Without that love and respect present I now I don't want it.
 I am sure we have all felt this way. I just realized I was my own best friend and as such I should treat myself the way I would a best friend.  I am accountable only to those who return my affections as well. 
Abuse is an interesting thing in how it stunts your growth and how you become accustom to it's trappings and it's strange almost stockholmish behaviors in people, even yourself. You learn to accept less than. I have clawed and fought my way out of that; beyond the goblin city to take back the child  he had stolen. I am a grown up with child-like wonder in the world and I I don't think that will ever go away and I have learned to not punish myself for that. I embrace and love it. It bring me a kindness with people, but it has also taught me to be kind to myself while not mistaking it as weakness.
There was a time when I was alone. No where to go and no place to call home. My only friend was the man in the moon and even sometime he would go away too. Then one night as I closed my eyes I saw a shadow flying high. He cam to me with the sweetest smile. Told me he want to talk for a while. He said, "Peter pan that's that they cal me. I  promise that you'll never be lonely." and ever since that day. I am a lost boy from neverland usually hanging out with peter pan.  --- From Ruth B's song "lost boy" but it's appro here. The whole song really.  I am a lost boy(Girl) a lot of her songs speak to me recently. It's a lot of things I feel. Now I know as a person my personality exists within the confines of music as it is, but recently it seems that love songs don't just apply to romantic love, but also my friendship love.  SO Ruth B's Song  This is love so applied to me.

If this is love, why does it break me down? I started pondering this. I would leave conversations feeling rained and upset. angry for seemingly no reason and just tired... If this is love, why does it break me down. Why do you break me down. It's been a long time since i 've felt the way that I do now. Like I need you but I don't know how. It's been a while since i smiled and I meant it with all my heart, but the idea of leaving this behind it tears me apart. If this is love why does it break me down. Why do you break me down? and even though it hurts i this moment I've always known it. You're the other half of my broken heart.  If this is love......

You know i have an answer to that question of mine. Why does it break me down? because it's no good for me is why. Just because a broken bone is part of you doesn't mean you leave it as it s is. you fix it. Same with cavities. You fix them or they get removed. No toxin stay in your body or they are going to destroy you. I have done enough self destruction an d i no longer will do so. This is includes anything  that doesn't serve to be on the same level as me.

No one might think I am just thunder, all hot air and noise with nothing behind it. Let take a look at what I really am before the storm. I am thunder, but only the kind that comes before lightning. It lights up the night sky.  lightning doesn't let anything hold them down or back. it is just bright and wondrous and awe inspiring, and yes it can be dangerous if it hits the wrong thing. In nature it is meant to help encite the cleansing fires for over grown forests.  Maybe now I am rambling and my point has been lost.

Gloria you're always on the run now.....If everybody wants you why isn't anybody calling. you don't have to answer, leave them hanging on the line. Gloria I think they got your number.I think they got the alias that you've been living under.  See I'm just one big ball of songs and strange eras connected into a person.

https://lifehacker.com/5894134/how-to-combat-emotional-warfare-and-root-out-the-manipulative-abusive-people-in-your-life   This article helped me out recently. Just because abuse isn't physical doesn't mean it isn't abuse.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Manshaar

There are history scrolls that only hint at a place across the chasm. Nothing past the rift in the world exists, but there is one who could tell you a story if you are patient enough to listen past his jovial facade. Wind the handle and watch him as he unravel the tale of five close friends and the world that was beyond and before the chasm. A place called Manshaar.
The student raised his hand and asked, “What is magic?”
“Not something to be played with or used idly for simple chores. It is a talent. A skill to be honed over time.” he spoke directly to the student who had entered late,  “Now have a seat and join the rest of the class.”
He used his wand to point to a desk near the front of the class.
“If you are never here Mr. Silverhawk then why even come and bother me with questions?”
The whole class giggled at this, but the professor pointed his wand up behind his back without even turning around from his writing on the board, all the students quieting very quickly.
“I asked a question. Do you have an answer, or do you intend on spending this entire year quarentined as you did the last?”
“No, I mean, Yes I have an answer.”
“Well well then. Have at it.”
“Magic is… it is…” He looked down at this book and skipped through some pages. looking up again, “It is within us all.”
“Wrong. Mrs. Honeyleaf please tell Jaqual here, What, Magic, Is.” He enunciated the last three words.
Standing up Lily gave her definition, “Magic is the thread that stitches the world together. Without magic Manshaar would cease to be.”
“Ah, someone has read her book. Congratulation Ms. Honeyleaf. Now everyone please turn your books to page twenty-five where we’ll continue to learn about the different forms of magic.”
He pulled out four small leather boxes and set them on his desk. The whole class looked up now that they had their books out. The Professor opening one box and revealed a light that was aglow as if it were a flickering candle, pulling it out he held the free-floating light in his hand.
“Holy, belief magic. It is the type of magic only priests and clerics of faith learn how to use. They are our healers and they are the head magistrates of Manshaar. The next chapter in your book is all about this. Please read the first two pages and learn how to cast the simple healing spell at the end. You will all need to select a holy symbol or relic at the library from the main building.”
Still holding the light he revealed the holy symbol he wore around his neck. He moved the ball back and forth in his hand. He lit a candle with it and then went to hand it to a student. As soon as it touched the student’s hand the light dissipated as if slipping from his fingers.
“Why did it?” The half-cat humanoid asked.
“Well, Artemis. In order to use faith magic you must have those two things I mentioned. A holy symbol and the belief in something greater than yourself. I myself believe in the lord of forever. The deity I was raised to believe in. The one most of us who have grown up in the main city grew up knowing. I understand that Rashika tribes believe in many deities.”
Artemis nodded at this in awe of the lesson. Jack slumped in his seat and sighed heavily.
“Did you have something to add? Jack?”
Jack’s friend hit him in the shoulder, which caused his to sit up and pretend to cough. Coming over to Jack’s desk the teacher got so close to him their noses touched. He just stood there and stared at Jack for a while.
“Get out.”
He stepped away from the rebellious pupil and let him exit the room. Lily and Alene who were sitting next to him both shook their heads. Alene covering his face with his hand.


After class The four friends were waiting in the outer garden for Jack to arrive. He came bounding down and sliding on the marble slab on the side, jumping off at the end.
“Is everything just one giant game with you?” Alene hissed
“I like the sound of that.” Jack nodded
“It wasn't meant as a compliment.”
“Well perhaps you should be more specific. You always speak as if the world is coming to and end soon.”
“When the day arrives you will be sad you were not prepared.”
“You will be sadder that you never enjoyed a moment of it.”
This only caused Alene to turn red and storm down a different street. Lily giggling the whole time along with Artemis and  Raetheon.  The group watching him go. Jack turning them around and changing the subject
"Shall we all head to the library then?" He grabbed an apple from a nearby vendor and began eating it. Lily rolling her eyes as she paid the vendor for it, apologizing as they left. The vendor familiar with this arrangement only sighed at it.
"He will never grow up if you always cover for him."
"I have faith." Lily shouted back.

Monday, August 14, 2017

Scraps

Weapons and metal scraps riddled the campground floor as Vhersly was completing her rounds. Her heavy boots leaving deep imprints as she marched through shouting orders as she passed some of her soldiers. Each of them soot and dirt covered many of them covered in gashes and bleeding.
"What did you think war was?!" She shouted down to a particularly young solider.
He shuddered and held back tears as he clung to his helmet and broken scythe. A sickening half smile spread across her face as she knelt down and caressed his face
"I am sorry. I didn't mean to upset you so badly. You have fought bravely."
He pulled his chin out her hands as he looked down and shook his head
"We are tired of this bitter battle you have decided to wage against a land we once called home."
Taking a deep breath and holding back a scream she pointed a finger at him. He eyes glowed a deep amber color before the solider dropped dead
"Who else shares these thought?"
None of the others looked at her and went about repairing their weapons and cleaning up camp. Vhersly continued her walk through and looked back to an adviser.
"The Order will give me all of Alderguard or I will continue to torch each and everyone one of them."
He wrote something down in a log as Vhersly came up to a human they had tied to a pole. He had been severely beaten and had open wounds bleeding unto the ground. She smiled as she watched him. Pursing her lips together and frowning as if she could understand his pain
"I don't want to do this. I just have to prove to your little group that I am not someone you want to face."
The human spit on her boot and she almost hissed as she slapped him across the face. His raggedy red hair covering his face now.
"You're not human are you..." She waited for someone to tell her his name.
"Neville." He rasped through gritted teeth.
"Oh, he can speak. Where are your friends now?"
Shaking his head he only laughed at her request. She punched him in the stomach causing him to retch.
"Don't worry, you won't die here."

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

My reality is inherently diferent

The quietness of the tiny house was pierced by the sound of swords clashing and the whooshing sounds of spells being cast, along with the clicking and tapping of a computer keyboard. A girl with reddish brown hair, chubby cheeks, and a contagious smile took a sip of her coffee as she adjusted her glasses. Reaching for her headphones she made sure they were on the correct settings before placing them back in a comfortable position, speaking into the mic that was attached to them.
“We have adds on our left hand side attacking the healer.”
Her eyes darting back and forth as she frantically clicked the keys and shuffled the mouse back and forth.
“Did you want me to bring Cutta back?”
Another voice answering through her headphones, “ No, Coradwin. Hold it for a tank. You’re the only battle rez we have.”
For a moment she paused playing and selected another player as a target for her healing, but she didn't cast a spell instead moving to their location on the screen so that both of
their avatars were closer together. The characters name above his read: ‘Playswithspirit.’ for a quick moment before the boss in the game died and she whispered something to herself.
“Not creative Silvia, pffft.”
Text popping up on the screen in a separate window from where there was regular conversation scrolling by. Lots of ‘congrats’ and ‘good job’ were scrolling by as she selected the separate glowing window. The cheering in her headphones quite loud.
Typing:
Playswithspirit: Great job healing tonight. Did you fix your talents yet?
Coradwin: Nope, I’m blonde. I forgot. I can now that we defeated Darkstar.
Playswithspirit: Did you want to come with me to the badlands?


-invite window pops up on her screen-
Coradwin: Let me grab coffee.


She pushed a button down and spoke into her mic, “Why am I typing? I am silly, BRB.”
Getting up Silvia hurried around grabbing snacks and coffee before sitting back down, placing her headphones back on.
“I am back.”


For some number of years this has been my routine. I go to work, come home,  play my online role-play fantasy game and I just live alone mostly. I have a best friend whom I speak to everyday, but she lives in another state and we text as our main form of communication. Other then that the only real socialization I get in through the game I play called Orcs vs Elves. I have a crush on a guy online that I have never met in person, and I am pretty sure he doesn’t know I exist. Besides all of this I am a successful store manager at a grocery store, and my parents have been bothering me recently to get my life in order now that I am over thirty years old and I have a steady job.
My parents would much rather I had been one of those teen screw ups who had a baby at the age of sixteen. I instead graduated from college, got a steady job, and bought a house. My sister is the one who had the baby too young.  I love Amanda dearly, but my best friend Natalie feels more like my sister then Amanda does.


The cell phone on the side of the computer going off with two different ringtones. Picking it up and quickly typing a paragraph before sending a text message with ‘replied.’ There was more text on her screen in the private chat window.


-typing-
Plays: What are you doing?
Cora: Rping with Nats.
Plays: You message her a lot don’t you?
Cora: I do, She’s my best friend.
Plays: Oh that’s kewl. Are you coming?


As the evening came to a close Silvia, as Cora, bid Plays a goodbye. Logging out of the game and staring at the black screen before her rubbing her eyes that had become a little red as were her cheeks now. Picking up the dishes she had amassed and cleaning up before heading to bed.
The alarm blaring in loud long screeches beckoning the thirty-year-old to wake. “I'm up I'm up,” she told the clock as she hit the button and shuffled out of bed. She gained more vigor as she went about her morning routine with a smile on her face. Singing into her hairbrush as if it were a microphone. “Wake me up, before you go go!” Putting on her dress slacks and making sure the blouse was pressed before making her coffee to go and heading to the store she called home.


Silvia Richardson, the store manager of Greens, the local grocery store. It was one of those places where the cashiers knew all the customers and she was always happy to step inside it’s doors and feel like she was making a difference. The walls covered in photos from the latest community event the store had attended. As she walked in everyone seemed to approach her in a different aisle.
“Silvia this new produce vendor isn't cutting it. All this lettuce is rotten.” Her department head held up lettuce that had seen better days. One of the brown leaves falling to the ground.a
“I give you the authority to handle that Tyler.” She pointed at him with confidence. This caused Tyler to smile and rush off to fix it.
“Boss! Boss! The cooler is down!”
“Beatrice. Calm down, breath.”
Silvia began to deep breath with her employee before she continued to explain the problem.
A now calmer Beatrice started, “The cooler’s temperature says it's at 50 degrees.”
“There was a note from my repair guy. He was in this morning. He is probably in the back of house working on it. Just don't open the door until he is done. Let's make sure the fresh case is full first. That way all that cookable food we have out of the cooler already doesn't go to waste.”
“Good idea boss.” Beatrice heading off to complete that task.
“I hear that's why they chose me for the position.” Silvia joking about the reason for her being the store manager.
Reaching the back stock room and heading into her office she set her keys down and took a moment to close her eyes and take a deep breath. Checking her phone, but the blank screen before her only made her frown and find a drawer to stash it in.
The morning went more smoothly as she poured over her Profit and loss reports and made sure to create an action plan for the month of how they could improve sales. She stuck a post it on the side of her computer to remind her to post the latest sales in the main hallway. As good at her job as she was Silvia’s thought were always stuck inside the fantasy world she had become engrossed in from her college days. Orc vs. Elves had been a second life for her, some could argue it was her first. Her office painted the familiar red and blue from the two opposing faction in the game and she had posters hanging in her office from the game as well. Another day over before she knew it she was heading out of the door and back home.
“Enjoy your,” an employee in the deli paused “What did you call it, oh yes, enjoy your raid boss.”
Waving she smiled and turned a little bit pink. As she made it to her car her phone rang and she fumbled it in her excitement to answer it
“Plays…” She was stopped as she heard the voice on the other end
“Silvia Lindsley, who is playing? You’re not on that kiddy game of yours are you?”
Rolling her eyes as she leaned against her car and slid down it a little, “No mother I know who you are I was just talking to someone else.”
“A man perhaps? Are you seeing anyone?”
“You always ask me this and I have the same answer everytime.”
“Yes, you see them all the time shopping.” Her mother’s voice dismissive as if she didn’t like that answer. “I would really love if you could have a full and happy life. I just want what is best for my baby girl.”
“I appreciate that mom. You’re always an amazing fountain of knowledge. “ Her words were kind, but the pained expression on her face disagreed with everything her mother was saying.
“Are you coming to Sunday dinner tonight? Amanda is bringing Richard this time and Tommy.”
“You mean her husband is actually going to come along? Mom I see Tommy everytime I see Mandabear. He is after all my nephew.”
“I forget how often you girls talk. You should really call me more.”
“Mom i think I heard someone knock on your door. Yes I will be there for dinner, I love you goodbye.” Silvia rushing off the phone as fast as she could. Her breathing now heightened and she had to stop to take deep breaths before standing back up and composing herself before getting into her car.
Arriving home in a blur and not quite knowing how she had gotten home, but getting to her deck and preparing her computer with snacks and items she needed for the night gaming session. He house filing with the familiar sounds of the computerized fantasy world of Orcs vs. Elves. Silvia’s bobbed her head as she played and pretty soon she was waking up with her face on her keyboard and her phone going off with her mother’s ringtone and several messages.
“Crap!” She jumped up and ran around getting things together to arrive at her mother’s. Answering the second time the phone rang.
“I am on my way.”
“Change of plans, Richard isn’t coming either so we are going out, we’re almost to your house to get you.”
In a frenzy to get home now she sped home. Parking and taking a moment to breath before she saw a car pull up behind her. Her mother getting out of the car and coming over to open her door
“It’s nice to finally see you coming to visit us in a timely manner. Did we catch you just as you were leaving for the house?”
“Of course,” Silvia lied
Her mother looked her outfit over, “You didn’t have to dress up for us. It’s just Sunday dinner.”
She said nothing as she got in the car and sat next to her infant nephew. Breathing easier now as she looked up to see her sister staring at her in the rear view mirror from her passenger side seat. She turned away and checked her phone. A text from Playswithspirit was on there. *When are you coming online* She stared at the message preview for quite some time. Her sister grabbing her phone and reading it out loud.
“What kind of name is that?”
“He’s a friend of mine.”
“Oh it’s a he?”
“He who?” their mother asked as she got in and started the car.
“Silvi has a boyfriend.”
“Oh?” Their mother raised an eyebrow
“He is just a friend of mine from Orcs versus Elves.”
Her mother scrunched up her face and shook her head swiftly as if trying to ward off being ill. Amanda laughing cruelly as she handed the phone back. Silvia sighing and slumping don in her seat as a child would.
Dinner was quieter than usual. The three finished eat their food and as Amanda turned her attention to her little one so he could  finish his meal Silvia excused herself to the restroom. Closing the stall door and finally replying to the text. *at dinner after eight  I’ll be ok* she received an immediate answer *kk* Holding the phone to her heart she smiled and went back to the table. Amanda giving her a knowing look
“You forgot to flush if you actually used the thing.”

Silvia rolling her eyes as she Excused herself and went outside. Taking a seat by a garden that overlooked a scenic mountain trail view. People were walking on it as dusk was arriving in the small community. Remaining there until Amanda was ready to take her back to her house. The rest of the night was silent between them save for the goodbye she mousley eked out.

Her small bohemian abode was filled with the chaos of battle, but only in her headphones as the rest of the apartment was silent in the darkness. All the lights off and the glow of her computer screen the only thing illuminating the house. A scene of fantasy violence playing out in front of her. Clicking away and leaning into her desk as she concentrated so hard on the screen it almost seemed as if she was wishing it jump out at her.

-A message popping up in her chat box-

Plays: What are you working on?
Cora: I’m in a dungeon. We’re doing a challenge level 12
Plays: Oh wow, you’re doing twelves now? You should come with me after that. I can get you into fifteens.

Going to type something else but instead looking at her phone at the time. She tried to type something and then erased it, trying again she erased it again.

Plays: Corbears? You still there?
Cora: Sorry, yes I can totally do a fifteen.

-invite window pops up-

Accepting the invite another window opened summoning her to the front of the dungeon. Smiling as she checked her items in her digital bag and made sure she had everything she need before setting a robot out and offering everyone a free repair. Someone in the group made a statement how it was to have a healer who could also repair our gear. Playswithspirit typing in something about how talented a mechanic she was. The dungeon was challenging but they finished it and as Silvia looked at her clock it showed two in the morning. She said her goodnights to her friend, but before she logged off Plays stopped her, using her real life name she shook to a more awake state.
“So Sivia could I call you tomorrow?” Plays asked
“Oh, umm, yes yes of course you can. Wait what do I put as your contact name I don’t think I know your real name yet.
“It’s Thomas Cameron. Everyone just calls me Cameron though.”

“Cameron it is. I look forward to hearing from you tomorrow.”