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(Hey, can you change my character's title to Rogue of Time?)

(Neither of our planets' respective stock markets stand a chance. Change mine to Thief.)

((Changed it, and screw it, I'm opening this RP up! We can play while we wait for everyone else. I don't want to get into the actual game until we have all the characters, but in the comics there was a lot of screwing around before the game even came up, so we'll be fine.))

Brie Carlisle sat up in bed and gave herself a moment to wake up before she actually swung her legs over and got out. The first thing she did was go to her computer and turn it on. The computer itself was a giant gray monstrosity on the outside, looking like something from the stone ages of technology. On the inside however, it was not the same computer. Brie managed to accumulate enough pieces to make herself a fairly modern computer with the help of video tutorials online, since her Grandmother insisted that she didn't need anything new when the old still worked fine.

Paranoid old bat.

While her computer booted up she went to brush her teeth and get changed. When she came back the computer was up and running, but none of her friends were online yet. So, with nothing else to do Brie went downstairs to make herself some breakfast, hoping that one, it would be edible, and two, that by the time she got back there would be someone online to talk to.

((Theif too? Really? I thought it was just rogue. Hmmmm. And please, you're not being difficult. I actually enjoy the conversation. What is it exactly you're wanting your powers to do anyway? I figure as the Rogue of Space my character's powers wouldn't really be manipulating Space, but being ale to move through it as she wishes.))

((That's a cool little fact there actually. I wanted to take German as my foreign language, but where I live, Spanish is more practical. So that's what I'm taking.))

Brie came back from eating one of her horrible tasting but beautiful creations and finally noticed that she was being pestered. She sat down at her Old-On-The-Outside computer and set her fingers to work.

TC: dudewhat have i told youabout your philosophical bullshit?
TC:and inanycase that is way tldr. also noone cares.

While waiting for a response she took a moment to connect her camera to the 3xO (old on the outside computer) and upload the picture she took of her pretty breakfast to one of her many online blogs.

Brie rolled her eyes in lieu of actually laughing.

TC: i would giveyou advice but apparently i still suckat cooking.
TC: and no, i haven't gotten thebeta yet. have you?
TC: also, whatever

Brie looked up as she thought about anything else she could add. Her eyes met with those of one of the best actors ever, in poster form. His iconic voice and suave sophistication earning him roles in 195 movies and television shows through his life time. Vincent Price, the master of horror and wearer of one of the slickest mustaches ever.

"God," She thought. "Why do I crush on the dead ones?"

Adorning her wall were also men like Jerry Orbach, David Carradine, and Elvis Presley (who, while more noted for his singing, was still a dead actor), just to name a few.

A few minutes passed.

PP: Brie.
PP: Are you looking at your creepy as ******** Shrine to the monochromatic Hollywood of Yesteryear?