Jordan Miller
TCM
A sly, beautiful, clever enigmatic lady who manages to unwittingly get involved in global conspiracies and secret machinations. She runs from criminals and police alike, fights battles on rooftops, meets dashing foreign men and-wait what? Self-insert Mary Sue prototype? No! Of course not. What would make you think that?
Coconut of Sadness
Harry Baldman
Joan's had a peculiar fascination with coconuts for the longest time, particularly how they seem to be the very idea of disappointment distilled into a single seed. No matter how many she has tried to open in her life, they seem to always be spoiled. From her early childhood this has troubled her. It has been so troubling, in fact, that she hasn't opened a single coconut for over five years. Instead, she only buys some once in a while, leaving one on her table, gazing at its peculiarly sad, hairy shape that vaguely resembles a stylized face (the three stomata always facing toward her, naturally) whenever she is in need of some inspiration, which the coconut basically never fails to provide in its own way. It's gone far enough that Joan has pretend dialogues with her coconuts on occasion, who she likes to pretend can provide valuable insight on the tragedies of existence, making her consider dilemmas and troubles she has never thought of before. She also likes to pretend to whatever friends she has that she does not converse with expired fruit ('they're actually mostly seeds,' Joan has sometimes thought of rebutting in the event that she is caught).
Cheesecake
Cheesecake
Writing is a demanding line of work. Mentally and physically. During those long hours of work and impossible deadlines, Joan's had to fill herself up with high sugar foods for that small push of energy. A particular favorite of hers is cheesecake. So much so that the thought of the dairy dessert gives her the strength and inspiration to carry on.
The Figure from the Field
notquitethere
Joan once saw a figure from the window of a train walk across a field alone and with a pack. The exposure was brief but the image was forever branded in her mind. Occasionally, when the deadlines loom and the rent needs paying and the telephone's ringing, Joan thinks of throwing it all in and escaping. Instead, she just thinks of the Figure and channels that desire to escape into her narratives. The voice of the Figure is Joan's own, and it is carefree and disdainful of responsibility.
Sean Bentson
DarkArtemisFowl
A ghostly girl with silver-blue hair and matching eyes. She also has pale skin, thin body and average height. She has a small smile sometimes, and a soft face. She mostly wears a robe that matches her eye and hair color and sometimes a cap, also matching her primary color. She is encouraging but also taunting, looking out for the best in Joan but also bringing out the worst in her.
A playful person with a dangerous mental attitude.
Dave
darkpaladin109
Dave was a friend of Joan when she was young. They went different ways after school, but she still remembers him and ocasionally uses him in her novels, tipically as the best friend of the main character. His looks change dpeneding on the book, but he's usually friendly and supportive. Joan pretends to hold conversations with him whenever she doesn't know what to do.
The Whacko
Playergamer
A character from one of Joan's favorite novels, The Whacko was the nickname for the VP of the US, who often spoke his mind at bad times.
Fun: 2
Plot: 1
Character: 4
Social Ability: 0
Writing Speed: 1d5 Pages/per day.
Inspiration: 0
Cash: $500
Rent: $1000 Per Month
Inventory:
Editor's Letter
CHECK THE MAIL!
Joan goes out of her apartment, down the corridor, into the stairwell, and goes down about six flights of stairs until she reaches the bottom. On one hand, she always feels tired after that and she occasionally likes to imagine her apartment getting an elevator. On the other hand, she's never felt more healthy after working off those cheesecakes into something other then fat. She walks into the lobby of the apartment, where Tacita the security guard is. Joan has an incredibly awkward crush on her: you guess it's something about her hair. Joan always had a thing for amber-colored hair, on guys as well. Unfortunately, she's never gotten to act on it.
Tacita nods at her. Joan smiles awkwardly, then tries to get the mail incredibly quickly. She opens it and finds the mail within. A single letter, from Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Publishing. She takes it.
"So, how's the writing going?" Tacita asks.
Joan nearly drops the letter in shock. Her heart is beating like the clappers, and you feel terribly embarrassed. "Oh, good! Just you... You know, just doing... Things."
Tacita raises an eyebrow at this awkward smalltalk, then as the lull in the conversation develops, Joan opens the letter.
"Joan,
We have noticed an increase for demands for romance novels judging by the requests. So, we need you to do a romance novel. We have three specific requests for a book: you must take on at least one, but taking on more would increase the quality of the work and thus your paycheck.
1: There must be a character named Bogomil Thomas.
2: There must be a fight scene at the end of the book taking place in a farmhouse.
3: There must be a traveler at the beginning.
Thank God for clients with vague ideas for what their book should be. Now, get writing.
- The Editor."
Joan puts the note in her inventory.
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