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[FORUM GAME] A Day in the Life Discussion and Information Thread *RAFFLE WINNER POSTED*
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You never really understand a Mycenian until you consider things from their point of view…a quote found scratched into the Cave’s wall

Tamshir often thought about other Mycenians. It came from spending her life searching for newly awakened souls down long, quiet tunnels, in a cavern previously undiscovered, or sometimes in a bustling town.  She would search for tracks on the ground, nose twitching, while letting her intuition guide her and answer the question: Where would I go if I had just woken up in this foreign place?

Empathy came hand in hand with her job, as did a natural curiosity about how the new Mycenians were doing. Several times, months after the individuals had settled in, Tam would check in on them. She was always surprised to find the roles and places they occupied in their chosen homes.  Though she didn’t bother with politics or the various arguments that arose within the caverns, she often thought that most Mycenians could do with a look into someone else’s life.  Empathy might not solve all the problems in the Cave, but surely it’d lessen some of the turmoil.

This thought was what led her to collect stories.  Tamshir created a new journal for the purpose, and it soon became easy to tell when she was off to visit a new Mycenian, as a neat, leather bound journal with “A Day in the Life” lettered across the top would be tucked under her arm. 

There’s a knock on your door one day, and when you open it, you see Tam standing outside with that same journal in her arms.  She smiles at you warmly and asks if you might have a few minutes to spare.

Purpose

The aim of this forum game is to get a glimpse into the lives and imaginations of our community!

Timeline

This game runs from September 21st and ends at 23:59 Server Time on October 9th!

Instructions

Create an entry for Tamshir’s “A Day in the Life” journal.

  • Your entry should represent a typical day.  This can be from the perspective of:

    • Your real life

    • A canon Mycenian character’s life (character must be a Mycenian on your profile)

    • A non-canon original character’s life (character must be represented by one of the Mycenians on your profile)
  • Your entry can depict the day through pictures, drawings, writing, or other forms of media.  If you are using pictures/drawings, add commentary to them. Describe what’s happening, what you/your character was thinking, or anything else that is relevant!

  • Your entry should minimally include:

    • Description/depiction of the location

    • Something about you/your character

    • Morning* routine (activities, foods, sights, thoughts, etc.)

    • Afternoon* routine (activities, foods, sights, thoughts, etc.)

    • Night* routine (activities, foods, sights, thoughts, etc.)

*Some players and characters may not keep a typical morning/noon/night schedule, and that’s okay!  Break it down into a similar format—beginning of your day, middle of your day, end of your day.

Examples
Fictional
A Day in the Life of Kiyo


The thing about Kiyo, for all of his many oddities (not the least being his losing his memory after every time he falls into bed), is that he still has several habits beaten into him throughout his day. Oh he would wake up in any old sort of place in the caverns—once in a while in a nice inn, sometimes on some craggy rock face with little clue how he got there in the first place, sometimes on a bed of sweet smelling grass that tickles his nose—but he always wakes up the same. A stretch, a yawn, a moment of bright, flashing panic that works better than any espresso as he realizes he doesn’t know much of anything except for his name and the Journal.

The first real thing Kiyo does is open up the Journal (which deserves capital letters in his mind, if only because that’s the only thing he remembers) and there, first page, are the words:

 


The ‘maybe’ always gets his heart pumping a little, even if he feels something settle inside him. Maybe because he thinks that’s something that he would say, though Kiyo is not quite sure of that (not that Kiyo is ever quite sure of anything at all, as he’ll slowly find out over the course of the day). The next pages he flips over and reads are little explanations—the amnesia, what Kiyo may currently be in the middle of, so on. From there Kiyo proceeds to dig into his Trusty Pack to pick out breakfast and plan out his day after looking at several of his maps.

From there things can take a turn. Usually Kiyo goes exploring the many and vast caverns in Mycena Caves. He spends hours filling in details on the maps and logging them into the Journal because the Journal is basically magic. Literally. No matter how much he puts into it there’s always more pages and he can always open the pages to what he needs them to be. He always jots down diary entries that detail what he did that day, just in case he needs to go back to this day in the future for some obscure reason.

Sometimes he gets accosted followed by some ineki named Ren who seems to spend the majority of time trailing after him and making snarky comments.


Kiyo is somewhat scared of Ren, somewhat annoyed at Ren, somewhat grateful at Ren, and somewhat wants to push Ren’s face into some mud. It’s complicated. The two of them usually start to map out whatever cavern they’re currently in, with Ren making halfhearted swipes at Kiyo’s Journal, and generally at the end of the day both are dirty, tired, and pleased with themselves. There’s something about chronicling his own journeys that makes Kiyo feel accomplished, as if one day he’ll discover every nook and cranny of the caves, and maybe one day, in the far flung future, Kiyo will understand more about himself and his past and why his memories disappear like smoke every time he falls asleep.

As time passes and the light grows dim, or the sun dips, or the air gets heavier, or—well, the coming of night is different in various parts of the caves—and Ren has long since departed off to wherever troublemakers come from, Kiyo starts his nightly routine. He tries to find a place to spend the night if he’s close to one, and if not he finds the closest source of water to clean himself. Then he brings out his Journal and starts to jot the rest of the day’s activities down, mind churning to try to remember and capture each sight and sound and scent. Kiyo absentmindedly eats his provisions during this process: a hunk of bread, some cheese, maybe preserved meat or vegetables.


If he’s at the inn he’ll climb into a bed, weariness making his tails droop, his body heavy, his limbs languid. If he’s camping outside he’ll find the softest area he can and make his own bed and shelter. Fatigue will settle in his bones and right before he drops off Kiyo’s afraid.

And yet he is hopeful, too, and wishes that tomorrow he’ll be able to remember today.

Then he falls asleep.

A Je in the Life

Each day when he wakes up, Je only sees more of the same. His tiny apartment is cold and ill-kept, with books and papers and memories scattered about haphazardly. There is enough evidence here to place him before a firing squad—a tattered red kerchief hangs against the window, darkened with stains and full of holes. He’s lucky he lives in the factory district; lucky that his sash hangs out of sight of those who would see it and think ‘Revolution.’

Sometimes it takes him a while to lift his head from the table; to sit himself up in bed; to shift himself from wherever he was when sleep took him. Most days, this process is ushered along by a sharp knock at his door and the shrill, excited chattering of the girl. It takes him a while—he hopes she’ll go away in the meantime—but he eventually lets her in and she tosses her coat onto a chair and sits, offering him food that he knows her family cannot truly afford to share.

Her company lasts two hours, sometimes three. When she’s finally gone, he has a choice to make: stay put and wait for tomorrow; hope it will be brighter, or brave the world outside. Most days he is too numb to function. He sits and stares and remembers and wishes things were different. Today, he pulls on a jacket and steps out into the hall; descends the stairs and feels to cold, stale air against his face as he turns out onto the street.

The world is just as colorless as always. Grey buildings line grey cobblestone streets beneath the equally grey sky. The air is choked with factory smoke, and in this part of the Community, the people are tired and dirty; worked to the bone; compliant. Je feels like a ghost, but is not so far gone that he cannot recognize the embers that glow deep within their dull eyes. The hope; the longing. It’s in these moments he’s reminded that the Revolution was not just his loss—that the fire still sleeps in the poor and downtrodden. It’s not much of a comfort, but it’s a change from feeling utterly alone.

He stays off the main roads as he walks. It feels like it’s been years; lifetimes, but the Revolution is still fresh in the minds of the Community. He is still a wanted man, and as much as he wishes some days that they’d find him, it’s not in his nature to be nihilistic. His spirit is bruised; beaten into submission for now, but he’s not entirely broken. He doesn’t realize it, but each day he is getting a little bit stronger.

In some of the back alleys, he still sees their mark. Peeling paint and weathered stars carved into the stone; the stains of blood on the cobblestone streets; tattered flyers promising the truth and denouncing the Community’s lies lining the gutters.

He finds himself drifting towards their old haunt, more often than not. He has to be careful not to get too close—he’s sure the place is still heavily patrolled, maybe even trapped in hopes of catching any homesick survivors. It’s one of the few times his sense of self preservation really kicks in anymore. He can feel his heart pounding in his throat; the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Home is a powerful thing—and this abandoned hideout is one of the few places he even faintly feels like the person he used to be.

It’s not hard for him to find a safe place to hide. He’s come here so many times since the raid—he’s not entirely sure what keeps drawing him back. He’s not so naive as to think that he’ll come back one day to find it as it once was. Too much has changed; too many have been lost. Je has always been the spiritual sort—he believes in ghosts and spirits and that, sometimes, the dead linger. He believes that souls return to the place they once belonged; that those who return to find their home desecrated are never quite able to leave again.

The place holds some kind of power. It transfixes him for hours as he mentally walks its halls and remembers the faces of the Revolution—curses himself for the way things turned out; curses the Community for everything they’ve done to him and his family. He is wrought with anger and grief, but even he realizes that’s much better than being numb and cold all the time—the fire still burns.

It’s almost sunset by the time Je manages to pull himself away and start the walk back to his apartment. He often loses track of time, but knows that he needs to be off the streets by curfew. That’s when the patrols start in earnest; when he’s most likely to be stopped. This time, he keeps to the main roads and tries to blend in with the last few citizens meandering home after a long day’s work. It’s easier when he finally gets back to the factory district—this is about the time one of their shifts gets out, so there are many people trudging in the same direction he is.

Up the stairs and through the hallways. Somewhere along the way, Je realizes that he hasn’t eaten since morning—supposes that he’ll just have to sleep hungry tonight. He pauses before his door and can just feel the numbness creeping back into his bones. He hates it here. As far as he’s concerned, it may be his tomb, but it will never be his home.

Pushing the door open, he steps inside and sheds his coat, letting it fall in a heap on the floor. He pulls an irritated frown as he notices the plate on his table, steam curling off the small portion of nondescript meat and vegetables. Stuck beneath it is a note, and even though he already knows who it’s from, he crosses over to sit at the table; pulls it out and quickly scans it.

I’m so happy you went out today!
I left you some dinner—hopefully you find it before it gets too cold.
See you tomorrow!
- Charlie ♥

The food itself is flavorless, which is normal for the quality these people can afford. Still, it’s sustenance, and even though Je won’t admit it, he’s grateful for it. He eats in silence, allowing the room to grow dark around him. The lamp is busted; his candles are almost burnt out. Most nights, he’ll withdraw into himself and just sit for hours, until the point where he’ll tip forward and pass out on the table. Tonight, he still feels marginally alive, so he places his plate in the sink and pulls the sheets onto his bed; yanks the curtain down to use as a blanket and makes himself as comfortable as he can.

He stares at the window while he waits for sleep to take him. Between the grime coating the glass and the low-hanging smog, the stars are never visible here. Still, he can remember their positions in the sky, and it is while mentally counting them that he finally drifts to sleep.

Real Life
A Day in the Life of a Volunteer

My weekdays involve small children, sheer chaos, and a certain amount of internal screaming, so rather than subject anyone to that I’m going to ramble about my weekend volunteering instead. As a note: this is a general overview. There are some set tasks/routines, but you never quite know what you’re going to be doing until you’re there and doing it. Oh, and photo quality varies because they were taken with three different cameras…



For starters: mornings are evil. They start at 5:30am and basically consist of me staggering around having breakfast, getting showered/dressed, making lunch, and flopping face-first on the bed a few times (not necessarily in that order). I love volunteering, but there’s usually a ‘whyyyy do I dooooo thiiiiiis’ moment tucked in there, which probably isn’t that surprising given that almost all of my days start something like this:


Reaally not a morning person…
Image © Pixar

 

Still, one way or another I somehow manage to wrestle on my boots, remember my bag, and get out to the car, at which point the brain pretty much gives up for a while. Luckily I have a very lovely mother who gets up specifically to drive me to the bird of prey centre (driving lessons are…on the to-do list…) so I don’t need to worry about, you know, staying focused. Unfortunately she also has a knack for hitting ‘bubbly, chatty, and far too happy’ within about ten minutes of waking up, which is….not the best combination for someone who still isn’t even remotely human after a couple of hours |:

But! We always make it there in one piece, without any arguments, and with only a slightly dazed me, so it’s all good. I’m also pretty well awake by the time I walk into the centre (at about 8:30), which is essential if I want to survive the Labradors. Not that they’re unfriendly! In fact, one of them can be too enthusiastic…

 


Four of the Labs – right before the fifth appeared and nearly flattened me.

 

Once I’ve navigated the Labs, signed in, and picked up a radio, it’s time to find a member of staff! This is mostly to have a ‘hi I’m here—how’re things?’ at this point, since I’ve been volunteering more than long enough now to know that the first job is almost inevitably The Water Baths. This is technically a simple job, and made slightly less painful by the existence of a cleaning rota (I’m pretty sure it would be humanly impossible to get all the baths cleaned in one day), but it can still take 45mins to an hour and a half+, depending on how bad/big the baths are and how many are in need of scrubbing (minimum is eight, but there are usually far more). This is not including putting them back in their respective aviaries and refilling them, which for most blocks takes maybe 10-15 minutes, tops.

Why?

Hoses. They are a wonderful invention. Although sometimes we still have to use watering cans…

 


Real (Ree-al) the Andean Condor, for whom bath-cleaning is a two+ man job. Because
someone needs to distract her from the hatch whilst the bath is removed/returned,  or she
will try to take your hand off…

 

Sometimes things start a little differently, though! If there are fewer staff around and it’s warm enough then I might be asked to help open the working bird compartments and put some of the smaller birds (aka: those that aren’t eagles) out on the lawn for the day, which is a great opportunity to a: get up close, and b: use the falconers knot / safeties. Alternatively, I might find the volunteer coordinator (and/or another member of staff) in the bird hospital, and get to watch her tend to a wild-injured bird: something that often leads to some impromptu teaching, and occasionally involves me holding a bird for her whilst she treats/checks it.

Of course, if I’m in there already then there’s a good chance the day’s cleaning will start with hospital ‘boxes’ (a better name might be ‘pens’) instead of baths, in which case it’s time to fetch their light blue bucket/brush and literally climb into a box. Because I am small and they are deep and that is the only way I can easily reach the backs of them >_>

Alternatively I might be put straight on to aviary cleaning – another big job, since only a fraction of the centre’s birds are tethered, and then only whilst they are on the flying team. Aviaries are on the same rota as the baths (partly because of the number, and partly to limit stress), and given a ‘light’ clean on a weekly basis. That means raking, sieving, and re-spreading the sand, scrubbing food ledges (if they have one), and scrubbing perches (if they need doing and the birds are calm enough). Hard work, but means being close to the birds and can lead to some…interesting moments.

 


This girl clobbered me about five minutes after this photo was taken. Why? I wasn’t giving her enough attention…


This boy once stole my scrubbing cloth, and had to be caught by a member of staff before he’d give it up.


He just sits quietly and watches, like any good bird should.


No matter how the morning starts, this part of the day always goes quickly, and before anyone knows it it’s 10am already! That means it’s time to stop for ‘coffee’ (or tea, in my case), and during summer it also means dropping two members of staff for the sake of an experience day. The rest of us spend twenty or so minutes in the café with hot drinks, toast, and the Labs: the perfect energy boost (and believe me, we need it).

     
Master-beggar Sorel, reporting for duty!
…These were actually taken outside at lunch, but she does this whenever there’s food…

 


I’m beginning to realise this place has a lot of buckets…

After coffee it’s right back to cleaning – and that usually means collecting a little bucket collection (blue for water, red for scraps, pink for anything salvageable) and tackling owl food trays. These are used to ‘serve’ food to the aviary birds (unless they have food ledges), and they’re handy for several reasons, specifically: keeping sand off food, removing the need for staff/voluntenteers to enter every day, and providing an easy way to keep track of how much each bird (or pair/group) eats. Cleaning these is a daily task, but thankfully the owls don’t tend to make much off a mess of them, so it doesn’t take too long. Maybe 40 minutes for a single person, and far less if there a couple of us working on it.


A newly cleaned food tray! Unfortunately I picked one of the oldest to photograph
- most have plastic inserts and aren’t so battered…

 


“I want the thing!!”

After food trays, it’s really anyone’s guess what we might be up to. At this point it’s a case of tending to whatever work needs doing, which could be anything from hoeing, weeding, and leaf-raking, to painting or scrubbing fences and benches, to deep-cleaning a recently emptied aviary (birds are moved every couple of months to allow for this). The latter in particular is always a time-consuming job, and the larger aviaries usually take a couple of days (and several rounds of volunteers) to get through, since it involves everything from scraping and repainting the aviary walls to thoroughly sifting the sand to scrubbing anything that can be scrubbed. Frustrating, tiring, and rewarding (when you finish it) all at once.

 

Luckily, the staff are well aware of how frustrating a job most of these can be, and where they can they either lend a hand, have us working together (assuming there are other volunteers – often not the case on Sundays), or try to break it up a little with other tasks—or sometimes treats! By that I mean bird work based on how experienced we are, which for me can mean holding a creance (essentially a training line), feeding birds on the fist, pretending to be on an experience day (birds called to fist by staff), or helping fly the birds that won’t be used in a demonstration that day. It doesn’t happen every weekend, and you won’t get to do any of it if you don’t pull your weight, but it makes the work well worth it.

The centre abides by a very simple policy: You get out of it what you put in, and the more you do, the more you learn.

 


Oh look: another bucket…

 

The weekend just gone is a great example of this. A large chunk of the day was spent weeding (because we are having a weird heatwave), but a member of staff gave me a hand when she had a spare moment, and I was also called away to do some creance work, ‘man’ a bird (essentially holding it on the fist for a while), and watch another staff member fly a lanner falcon (rightmost bird above. Volunteers aren’t allowed to do anything past creance work with falcons, but it’s amazing to watch!).

 


Master-Thief Agapanthus, wondering if that plate
is as empty as it looks.

Regardless of what we end up doing, it [almost] always keeps us good and busy until 1 o’clock—lunch time! We get about 45 minutes through the summer (closer to an hour in winter), but it’s not uncommon for people to be running a bit late and trickle in slowly over that time, despite the fact that no one is ever late for coffee. We’re also inevitably joined by at least two of the Labs, who are naturally ever hopeful for scraps. One in particular (Sorrel) practically moves into the café at about midday, and does extremely well for herself. She is a Barrel. And yet still thinner than one might expect…

The other dogs also do well for themselves, but frankly none of them mastered begging quite like her. A Labrador head on your knee is very hard to ignore…

 



Actually a Harris hawk. Because there’s never time to take
photos of kite prep, but the process is basically the same for
all birds.

In summer, the end of lunch leads straight into demo preparation, which for sufficiently experienced volunteers means another treat: yellow-billed kites! These are flown as a group (up to five at once!), and their demo can require three-four bodies to do: one staff member for the commentary, and two-three people to prep, release, and work the birds. This is consistently my favourite part of the day, because those volunteers who help are involved in the entire process! We pick a kite up, weigh it (to help keep track of its overall condition), remove leash/swivel/muse jesses, and then release the birds and head down to the flying field to keep them flying.

How?

We signal the birds, wait for one to zero in on us, and then throw small pieces of meat into the air for them to catch (and eat) on the wing. It sounds easy, the staff make it look easy (I…don’t…), but when the meat sticks to your fingers, there are birds in all directions, and 2+ kites come at you at once you quickly learn that getting small pieces of beef in front of you, high up, and in the air early enough is, well, hard. For me this has led to ducking, a certain amount of playful-mocking by commentators, and, on one very memorable occasion, a kite flying in from behind me and snatching meat out of my hand right as the commentator was describing ‘snatch lifts’. The audience loved it. I had a mini heart attack…

These are yellow-bills. Because there’s usually time for photos after demos, and I also have some nice pictures from ‘just visiting!’ days.

 

After the kites have been flown, fed, and returned to their compartments (or straight after lunch, if kites aren’t on the agenda) it’s time to get back to cleaning and other miscellaneous tasks. Quite often the first job on the list is finishing up whatever you were doing before lunch, and as a rule this part of the day goes much the same as the ‘middle’ coffee-to-lunch section – with one exception. This is about the time tiredness tends to kick in. Thankfully the staff don’t mind volunteers slowing down a little, as long as they’re still putting in the effort, and things can be broken up with the occasional offer of bird work. Or, if it’s the breeding season, then another very special treat: interacting with imprints (chicks that, for one reason or another, are being hand-reared).

 


Condor Cuddles! Something that I suspect is a one-year-only-deal, because her parents belong to a different collection. She was sent to/hatched at the centre because said parents are’t good at egg/chick rearing, but the staff here are!


A great-grey that liked to mouth hands. I had camera troubles when I was in the aviary with him, so never got a fenceless photo….


Caracara siblings that were rejected by their parents and loved attacking my boots. They were getting some sun when I took this!

 

Far more common, however, is another daily task: food trays part II. Although owls are done in the morning (because most of them are fed in the evening), all of the other non-working birds are done in the afternoon (and fed in the morning) – usually from about 3pm onwards. I say onwards because this is a mammoth task that usually takes hours for one person to do (something I know from experience: I have only ever got through them all alone once or twice—when I started early), and though the staff help as much as possible, the summer often sees them called away to see to other things.

 


“Peekaboo! I see you!”

It’s also by far my least favourite job, because it’s never-ending and usually just plain gross. Owls might leave their trays pretty clean, but vultures and eagles and the like most certainly do not. Still, when there’s someone to work with there’s no telling what conversations might pop up to help things along, and sometimes the birds themselves can provide a distraction. This is particularly true of a certain king vulture, who likes to watch people work, get in the way when it’s time to return the food tray, and repeatedly push/rattle the tray back out of its designated slot.

 

That, more often than not, is the last job I can fit in (or part-fit in) before 4:30pm rolls round and it’s time to return the radio, sign out, and meet mum (and her typical ’...you stink’ ‘greeting’). In summer there’s usually still work to be done at this point, but deals with parents need to be adhered to, and frankly I’m often crashing by this point anyway. So it’s off home to shower/change (because those last trays really do create a stink.), have food, and flop on the sofa until a reasonable time to sleep is reached.

And there you have it! A volunteer’s day!

 

     
Bonus pictures! Two-week-old Andean Condor chick, because she was adorable and I can’t resist sharing.

r/A Day in the Life has a collection of “A Day in the Life” posts!  If you’re wondering how to make a post about your real life, start by browsing a few posts here.

Prizes
Participation Prize

Each player who posts and meets the minimum qualifications of at least one A Day in the Life journal entry will receive a copy of the participation prize delivered to their account. A maximum of one participation prize can be earned by each player.

The participation prize is Timelapse, an avatar background created by Myla!


For those who watch the stars at night.

Raffle

Each journal entry you post counts as one raffle ticket, for a maximum of two raffle tickets.

The owner of the winning ticket will win a semi-custom with a circular background edit.  The artist will design the semi-custom using the setting of your journal entry as inspiration (if you submit more than one entry, you can pick the one you’d like the artists to use).  The winner may also choose the species (ineki, drasillis, or kelph), type (if applicable), and pose (if applicable) of the Mycenian, and the time of day they would like the artist to use—morning, afternoon, or night!


Whee! I have a background!

For every 100 participants, an additional winning ticket will be drawn.

Handy Dandy Links Section

Submissions Thread - Character
Submissions Thread - Real Life

Discuss!

This thread is the discussion thread!  If you have questions or just want to talk or brainstorm ideas, post here.  To submit your entry, head to the Character Submissions Thread or the Real Life Submissions Thread!

Posted 09/21/16, edited 10/10/16
FAQ

Will be updated with common questions

Can our two entries be in the same category (i.e. both in "A Day in your Real Life), or should they be in separate categories?

You can make multiple entries in the same category.

If I create more than one entry for a category, should they go in separate posts?

They can go in separate posts or you can make them in the same post.  If you make them in the same post, make the entries easy to distinguish from one another.  You could do this by using headers, by putting them under different spoilers, etc.

Is there any benefit to making more than two entries?

There is no prize related benefit.  Two entries that meet the minimum qualifications would earn you one participation prize and two raffle tickets.  You don’t get more raffle tickets or more participation prizes beyond that, though you are welcome to make more than two for your own personal enjoyment!

I have a character that I am planning on creating but haven’t created yet.  Can I make an entry about that character?

The character, whether it is a canon or non-canon character, needs to be represented by a Mycenian on your profile.  That simply means you need to have a Mycenian with the same name on your profile.

May I make an entry from the perspective of multiple characters?

Yes, that’s fine!

May I opt out of the raffle?

Yes!  At the top of your entry, write "I’d like to opt out of the raffle" and I’ll make sure your name is left out. :)

Do side character/minor characters need to have a Mycenian representation?

No!

Can I do a joint entry with another player?

Your characters can certainly spend their day together and you can coordinate activities, but each player needs to write their own entry, and it needs to be in separate posts.

 

Posted 09/21/16, edited 09/22/16

Myla

Should every separate entry be in a new post?

Posted 09/21/16

Queen Elsa Either way is fine, but if you put them in the same post, it would be good to make the multiples entries easy to distinguish from one another (by using big headers for the separate entries, or by putting them under different spoilers, etc)!

Posted 09/21/16, edited 09/21/16

Myla I’m guessing you can only submit ‘A day in the Real Life’ once?

Posted 09/21/16

Malis  You can post in either of them more than once, but you’d probably have to get a bit creative with two posts in "A Day in your Real Life." You could perhaps make one post about a normal day during the week and another about a typical day on the weekend (like KeeperGreymuzzle’s example) or something like that!

Posted 09/21/16

No questions, just to say the avatar background is amazing!!!  I love the artwork <3

Posted 09/21/16

I’d really love to do this activity for a certain character, but his ineki is currently stuck in the custom queue and I’m honestly not sure when he’ll arrive… would that be ok?

Posted 09/21/16

For characters, could I write one post for multiple? I have 4 characters I brought over from the phone app "Animal Boyfriend" and they do half their day together. All 4 are present on MC :)

Posted 09/21/16

We can use non-canon characters this time?! Wheeee!!! :D

Posted 09/21/16

can we do a day in the life for multiple mycena characters?

Posted 09/21/16

I was wondering the same as the above user?

I was wanting to do a day in the life of one of my Genesses?

Posted 09/21/16

Oooh this is a cool event!!! I’ve always wanted to do an hourly comics day but i never got the chance yet. Would that be an acceptable form of submission? Like just a bunch of mini comics, one made each hour throughout the day?

Posted 09/21/16

Losty:  There needs to be a representation of the character on your profile—sometimes players use fodder pets named after their character that will someday be overwritten or replaced with the custom in the future.  That would work as a representation in this case.  Here’s an example of what I mean!

Madarafirewyrm2018Nyhkan:  Yes, you can do it from the perspective of multiple characters!

[@Courier] We’re letting players be creative with the type of entries they create, so this would be fine. :D

Posted 09/21/16

Since it’s a maximum of two raffle tickets per player I’m guessing there’s nothing to gain on creating more than two, unless it turns out to be tons of fun. It’s possible to get both tickets by doing two separate characters and completely avoid the IRL part, though, right?

So
One character + One character
One character + IRL
IRL + IRL

are all combinations that give two tickets?
I just want to make absolutely sure so I don’t end up shooting myself in the foot. :‘D

Posted 09/21/16

Robin  That’s correct, there is no prize related benefit to making more than two entries (though players are free to create more for their own personal enjoyment).

It is possible to get both tickets by submitting two entries to the same category, so any of the combinations you’ve listed would work!

Posted 09/21/16

OuO Exciting event! Should submissions only be posted if they are 100% completed? I would love to post a place holder which I could work on throughout the event.

Posted 09/21/16

[@Lord]  I won’t record entries until after the end of the game (unlike Into the Caves event where we needed to grade every day) , so you can post a place holder if you’d like!

Posted 09/21/16, edited 09/21/16

Awesome! Thanks, Myla!

Posted 09/21/16

Can entries by written in the form of an interview? E.g.
Reporter: so what’s it like being a robot?
Robot: well apparently "machines don’t need coffee breaks" so my day begins at 12 am and NEVER FREAKING ENDS

Posted 09/21/16

ClearBright  Yes, that would be fine!  The style is very flexible so long as you’re hitting all the points you need for the minimum participation. :D

Posted 09/21/16

Myla

Alright thanks!

Posted 09/21/16

I think I’m a little confused on two points?
1) So we’re not allowed to do a day that isn’t ordinary? But…what even counts as ordinary? I’ve been dying to write for my new custom, and she has a distinct moment when her life goes "before" and "after." So anything in the "before" could be considered the "ordinary" at which point she was just the product of a relatively idyllic and sheltered upbringing and the "after" is basically…"not ordinary" in the sense that she’s undergoing a major character development/world view shift/etc.
2) Do we have to literally cover morning/noon/night or is this acceptable if we do a "journal entry" esque style where they remark on the things that are NOT part of the routine because…quite frankly I don’t think they’d bother to write about the same day in and day out-ness, it’s the divergence from the norm that makes something worth writing in the ego-centeric sense, right?

Posted 09/22/16

Lala
The objective of this forum game is to get a glimpse into the typical daily activities of one of your characters. While I’m sure there are a lot of folks who have characters with pretty distinct moments where their lives change and they need to start adjusting, the purpose of this game isn’t to focus on large-scale character development, but to learn about the character and their world at their basis. If you’re really itchin’ to write about your character’s response to some notable change in her life, I would suggest checking out this month’s Mycenaissance.

In the instructions, it states that it’s fine that some players/characters may not keep a literal routine morning/noon/night schedule, but to just break down the day into a basic beginning/middle/end instead. To this end, a journal entry style would work, so long as it touches on these three categories.

Posted 09/22/16

Can you include some side characters in your character’s day that aren’t represented by an on site pet?

Posted 09/22/16

Are we allowed to do ‘joint’ journal entries?

Like where myself and another player collaborate on one journal entry, for two characters (one from each of us)? ouo

Posted 09/22/16

ClearBright  That is fine!

[@Celestine]  Entries have to be separate so I can easily tell who wrote what and that each player is meeting the minimum criteria.  That is a cool idea though! :O <3 You could certainly plan out a day that your characters spent together (so containing the same stops/foods/etc) but show how each was perceiving it differently.  As long as you’re posting separately, that sort of thing would be fine, and very interesting! :)

Posted 09/22/16, edited 09/22/16

Myla Thank you for letting us know!!! Hopefully it turns out good!
[@Celestine] We should get plotting :D

Posted 09/22/16, edited 09/22/16

Crow  I possibly will have to do both, oohhh that sounds interesting! Thanks! But I think my problem is that it’s more like my character has *more* of a routine after her world view shifts? So is it okay if there’s a bit of character development (cause it’s gradual anyways) in the thing?

Posted 09/23/16

Lala
So long as it adheres to the instructions in the first post, I don’t see why a little character development couldn’t be possible. :)

Posted 09/23/16
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