Post by Valencia Donahue on Jun 10, 2007 16:24:16 GMT 1
((OOC: I’m a fan of open threads, so I don’t mind if random people drop by if they have a good reason to show up. Otherwise, yeah… “Varronite”…))
Rumors and gossip travels along the grapevine in so many ways, it’s almost unreliable due to the hundreds of sources it goes through until the needed information deteriorates in the hands of those who don’t understand it. The network… Is a series of tubes! And amongst those tubes are the “plumbers” preventing the leaks, sifting through the trash and gunk until gems are caught flowing with the sediments. Such people are often friends of friends (and sometimes even friends of friends of friends) of Ruth and Gladys, who in turn are friends of Valencia unless some people along the way are actually classmates of hers. Thank gawd for such social lesbian friends who live in such a tolerant state and city. Thank GOLLY for being in so many random classes even when the average day is over.
But like Valencia pondered out not too long ago, everything leaves a trace and Valencia reaching in to grab those aforementioned gems would leave rather large ripples due to the many times she accessed the network, ever since she figured out its existence. This verbal library is open to all, friend or foe, and the only “confidential” information belongs to the “plumbers” and such people are a strange mix of skilled linguists, reporters, and gossipers… A motley crew, might I add, who have no set place where they meet because of this untouchable information source, but if anyone had to start anywhere, it’s to just merely ask and hope to be lucky.
Circles of buddies in the halls and open-ended groups in the cafeteria are often considered “the freshest” places to start, before it goes through a thousand ears… Sometimes, “plumbers” would drop in to sift around for the heck of it, knowing that some of the more valuable intel will come with a price tag depending on how good of condition it’s in. Valencia doesn’t pay much beyond a word of gratitude aside from her word, which alone is worth a lot despite so many weighing her down… Meaning, plenty of people assist her and she returns the favor. That says something huh? But anyways, a rather absorbing discussion was going on in the cafeteria several tables away from where the grub would get picked up. It was an odd discussion, as usual, but a “plumber” was there and he was the one who stirred up a storm about the Pillars, Stern, and the fate of the school.
Such a topic would lead through all sorts of events, from the rallies Stern give and the riots the Pillars end up at, but in the heart of this entire discussion, a common term would sink to the very bottom of mess and leave all the gook above, shimmering just enough for the “plumber” to reach for it until another name came up… As “usual”. A blind Vietnamese girl has been interested in the likes of the Varron transfers after a series of events and still requests information. Some might identify her right away, some may not, but the “plumber” holding the juicy tidbit of info would pause as he’s soon tapped on the shoulder by an interested hand. No one can tell by sight what a Varron transfer looks like anymore unless details are given and someone cares, so the “plumber” wasn’t quite frightened by the person who wanted in with the debate and somewhat trace of Valencia before it vanishes once more.
Should said transfer from Varron choose to inquire where this Valencia Donahue would be, the “plumber” would mention that she’s hardly in one place these days. However, he would also add that the heating system at her apartment went berserk recently, so she sleeps at school… And not quite at Gladys’s place this time because of something… Peculiar. The nights have been foggier, so a beacon of light could be seen from the top of Hircine High’s roof at night where Valencia would be making shadow puppets of dragons, phoenixes, and other creatures, telling short stories to whoever shows up, should they ask for one. The “plumber” would add that it isn’t hard to miss the lady wrapped up comfortable-like in her cozy comforter and other blankets with a lantern shining off to one side against a wall.
[“PLUMBER”]: “She’ll look like a blob at first and if you move closer, you’ll notice that she’s almost completely covered in fabric just to keep herself warm. She has plenty of pillows up there to stay comfortable. I don’t think she shows up ‘til really late because that’s when it’s foggiest.”
And when conditions are just right, what the “plumber” said would be true down to the very detail of Valencia looking like a blob trying to keep warm, excluding the long slender arms making an image of a cat wagging its tail while sitting upright.
Rumors and gossip travels along the grapevine in so many ways, it’s almost unreliable due to the hundreds of sources it goes through until the needed information deteriorates in the hands of those who don’t understand it. The network… Is a series of tubes! And amongst those tubes are the “plumbers” preventing the leaks, sifting through the trash and gunk until gems are caught flowing with the sediments. Such people are often friends of friends (and sometimes even friends of friends of friends) of Ruth and Gladys, who in turn are friends of Valencia unless some people along the way are actually classmates of hers. Thank gawd for such social lesbian friends who live in such a tolerant state and city. Thank GOLLY for being in so many random classes even when the average day is over.
But like Valencia pondered out not too long ago, everything leaves a trace and Valencia reaching in to grab those aforementioned gems would leave rather large ripples due to the many times she accessed the network, ever since she figured out its existence. This verbal library is open to all, friend or foe, and the only “confidential” information belongs to the “plumbers” and such people are a strange mix of skilled linguists, reporters, and gossipers… A motley crew, might I add, who have no set place where they meet because of this untouchable information source, but if anyone had to start anywhere, it’s to just merely ask and hope to be lucky.
Circles of buddies in the halls and open-ended groups in the cafeteria are often considered “the freshest” places to start, before it goes through a thousand ears… Sometimes, “plumbers” would drop in to sift around for the heck of it, knowing that some of the more valuable intel will come with a price tag depending on how good of condition it’s in. Valencia doesn’t pay much beyond a word of gratitude aside from her word, which alone is worth a lot despite so many weighing her down… Meaning, plenty of people assist her and she returns the favor. That says something huh? But anyways, a rather absorbing discussion was going on in the cafeteria several tables away from where the grub would get picked up. It was an odd discussion, as usual, but a “plumber” was there and he was the one who stirred up a storm about the Pillars, Stern, and the fate of the school.
Such a topic would lead through all sorts of events, from the rallies Stern give and the riots the Pillars end up at, but in the heart of this entire discussion, a common term would sink to the very bottom of mess and leave all the gook above, shimmering just enough for the “plumber” to reach for it until another name came up… As “usual”. A blind Vietnamese girl has been interested in the likes of the Varron transfers after a series of events and still requests information. Some might identify her right away, some may not, but the “plumber” holding the juicy tidbit of info would pause as he’s soon tapped on the shoulder by an interested hand. No one can tell by sight what a Varron transfer looks like anymore unless details are given and someone cares, so the “plumber” wasn’t quite frightened by the person who wanted in with the debate and somewhat trace of Valencia before it vanishes once more.
Should said transfer from Varron choose to inquire where this Valencia Donahue would be, the “plumber” would mention that she’s hardly in one place these days. However, he would also add that the heating system at her apartment went berserk recently, so she sleeps at school… And not quite at Gladys’s place this time because of something… Peculiar. The nights have been foggier, so a beacon of light could be seen from the top of Hircine High’s roof at night where Valencia would be making shadow puppets of dragons, phoenixes, and other creatures, telling short stories to whoever shows up, should they ask for one. The “plumber” would add that it isn’t hard to miss the lady wrapped up comfortable-like in her cozy comforter and other blankets with a lantern shining off to one side against a wall.
[“PLUMBER”]: “She’ll look like a blob at first and if you move closer, you’ll notice that she’s almost completely covered in fabric just to keep herself warm. She has plenty of pillows up there to stay comfortable. I don’t think she shows up ‘til really late because that’s when it’s foggiest.”
And when conditions are just right, what the “plumber” said would be true down to the very detail of Valencia looking like a blob trying to keep warm, excluding the long slender arms making an image of a cat wagging its tail while sitting upright.
