This is a role-playing journal for the character Susan Sto Helit from the book series, Discworld, currently played in mayfield_rpg.  It is maintained by wighty.  If there are any general thoughts or criticisms towards the way I handle this character, please feel free to drop a tag in this post.  Anonymous commenting is turned on and comments will be screened.

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The following is a listing of Susan's regains after events, her important possessions including those picked up over the course of the plot, and her character relationships with family members and friends. If you are not listed here but would like to be, or if you would like the description of the CR to be changed, please feel free to email me at ( Read more... )

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[phone, morning]
If they aren't back by the end of the month, I'll eat my poker.  What trollop.

And please, if you're wrought with utter despair and you absolutely must subject the rest of us to incessant blather about how wonderful Disappeared Whom and Whom was and how unworthy you are to still exist, etc., ad nauseam, try to space it out evenly so ( Read more... )

[action, Makeout Point]
[She stands alone at the highest point of the peak, where the rock face descends into a sheer, steep cliff.  Her gaze is drawn downwards, towards a sight that only she can see.  Down into the tragedy of her past and the wreckage that had changed her life forever.]

Alright.  I'll humor you.  What do you want me to say?  That ( Read more... )

[action, for 308 Miller Street]
[Sometime shortly past noon on Sunday, there is a black-cloaked woman walking through the door.  As in, literally through it.  She's unruffled, though her voice carries a tone of urgency.]

Grandfather?  Grandfather, we need to talk.

[Also she is carrying an extremely sharp sword dripping blood and other messy body ( Read more... )

[backdated to the first day of school]
[Schoolyard rumors spread as quickly as wildfire in the dry fields.  In lunch hours and in recess, students huddled in corners and spoke amongst themselves of... The Teacher.  They said The Teacher was the strictest of disciplinarians, maintaining control of the classroom with an iron ruler and a steely gaze.  ( Read more... )

[An uncomfortably luxurious bed. ...Sheets made of some ridiculous frilly fabric. A slight breeze upon parts of the body always previously well protected. Susan knows where she is even before she opens her eyes. Perfect memories, after all ( Read more... )

[to family]

Since I don't think we're expecting any more new arrivals, I suggest we begin establishing some ground rules for us all to follow.  A tight ship is a happy ship.  For those of you less apt to picking up on this sort of thing, that's code for 'assigning chores', but there are other things that might bear discussing.  If we're going to ( Read more... )

[Meanwhile, back at the farm.  For housemates.  Possibly accidental public voice, too.  Actually no one even needs to respond to this.]

Has anyone seen the poker?  I can't find it anywhere, but I can't fathom how I might have misplaced it . . .