Funny story: I was sitting in the back of library reading The Scarecrow of Oz around... eight? years ago, when suddenly the lights clicked off. I jumped up and yelled "Hey!" instinctively, which turned out to be a good thing: they were closing and locking up the library and didn't realize anyone was still there. Good thing I yelled, or I would've been locked in there overnight...
sometimes i would sneak around the back way and take a book to read
I could read all the Animorphs - found a site with pirated versions of the whole series a while back - but it felt wrong. So my in-order re-read is on pause until I can look for books in a library as is right and proper.
The correct, proper, and established method of book-reading is by wandering bookshelves for two hours until you realize you were supposed to be doing something else an hour ago
I'll drop a ping then. @msh210, this show will hit the road once you arrive.
My dad put his fantasy books on a shelf that was just a little too high for Short Kiddy Bobble, which of course made me figure out a way to reorganize everything around there so I could fit a stool and grab them. Then I read some just to be rebellious. I think I may have fallen for a trick at some point there.
If I was a parent, hiding my fantasy and science fiction books just out of reach of my kids to tempt them to try and read them when i'm not looking is exactly the kind of thing i would do :p
When they got to the part about how the ship was going to turn back around for him, my dad elbowed me in the ribs whispering "Mick they're gonna do a gravity slingshot like in Star Trek" and sure enough he was right
The part with Pathfinder i totally called in the theaters too, they were wondering why Mark was heading out there seemingly in the middle of nowhere and I leaned over to my dad whispering "HE'S GONNA FIND PATHFINDER" and my dad whispered "OH YEAH"
According to Wikipedia there are 3 LRVs sitting on the moon, in very well defined locations. Would China, or whomever gets to the moon with a person next, be able to get in and drive around in an LRV left by the US?
The U.S. Apollo Lunar Roving Vehicle from Apollo 15 on the moon in 1971....
Currently, doing laundry in microgravity is an unsolved engineering problem. The result is that clean clothes on the International Space Station have become a consumable resource. Clean clothes get launched to the space station regularly. When they are too dirty to wear, they just get stuffed int...
I disagree with this answer. I recently read a legal analysis on this subject. Given the phrasing of the question, it sounds like the OP does not plan to ask for express permission to take control of the rover. By one treaty, space is not under any country's control, and by another treaty when outside of a country's country, you are under maritime law. That would make the OP a pirate. A SPACE PIRATE. — AronJan 28 '16 at 6:49
It's the only book Mythcreants has a positive writing-critique of
book/short story
> So far I’ve written six critiques of best selling books that I think are bad. Needless to say, I am not easily impressed. Then my commenters had the gall to ask for something positive. What do you think I am, a magical praise-emitting unicorn? Well, it took some doing, but I have found an opening worthy of flattery. Let’s dig into the first chapter of The Martian by Andy Weir. FYI, there’s lot’s of swearing, in case that matters to you.
There's also a (very long) article where she compares Twilight to Fifty Shades of Grey and concludes that while neither is great, one is definitely terrible
> Which book will win? The answer will shock you not surprise you in the least.
> Do your PCs want a little more responsibility in their lives? Do they crave the mantle of leadership but aren’t blessed with the correct bloodline to inherit a kingdom? Then an election may be just what you’re looking for!
Excellent. We left off as you were following Matlock to the town of Seacrest. It's still about mid-morning, and the road is very peaceful; Matlock has his hands in his pockets and is whistling merrily as he limps along.
"There's a great inn and fish grill down there, the Swordfish. If you folks want to head there first, I'm happy to buy you some lunch." He pauses. "Unless, er, you're vegetarian?"
"Sounds perfect, I've got a hankering for a veggie skewer and an ale." He stuffs his hands back in his pockets. "So, I've got your names, I think. Still don't know much about you though. What's something I should know?"
*raises eyebrow*should know? That's an odd phrasing. Really, you shouldn't know anything about me at all, pretty much; what you're probably trying to say is that you'd like to know more about us.
"Just curious where you folks are from, that kind of thing. You don't have to tell me a thing if you don't want to. I'm not much for talking about myself, either."
[note: I'm basing the frequency of scratching scars on how often I actually scratch the scars I have there IRL. Tends to be when I'm under pressure they get itchier.]
This town seems very small and pleasant, and you notice it has a great deal of merfolk, tritons and other aquatic residents along with the usual humans, halflings and humanoids. The restaurant you're entering is equally small and has a pleasant smell of cooked seaweed. You don't notice anything very unusual, alarming or out of place in the area.
Matlock plops down at a nearby booth and gestures. "Have a seat. I'll admit I have an ulterior motive for asking all these questions. I actually want to discuss a matter of some importance."
"Could be. But I think that was just a happy accident." He sits back in his chair. "See, I've actually been looking for a couple of adventurers, and I happened to run into you kind folks. Maybe you can help me out with something."
"We can discuss business later, of course. Right now I'm famished." Matlock gestures for the waiter, who moves to your table. "What do you folks want to eat and drink? I'm buying."
The waiter comes over, and you see she is a tiefling in her mid-twenties. She looks pretty bored as she waits for your order. You don't get any weird vibes - just seems like a regular service worker.
The waiter nods politely and scribbles this down, then looks at Matlock. He says, "Two Kelpie Rolls with white rice on the side, for me and my bardic friend. And a glass of Greenman's for me." The waiter heads off.
Matlock nods at you. "Of course, get some fresh air. Sea breeze is lovely."
There are a few people passing by, probably on their way to work. You notice a fisherman sitting alone on the docks with his pole, waiting for a catch.
The fisherman frowns as he looks back out at his line. "Yeah. Showed up in town a couple weeks ago. Seems pretty nice, rented a cottage on Redfish Road."
Matlock leans forward. "This is a bit of an awkward question," he says, "but I get a trustworthy sense from you two, however odd you may be. Tell me, have you seen a halfling with red hair around these parts?"
"Female, about this tall?" He holds a hand up to demonstrate.
He winces. "It's a.... bit of a long story, but she stole something that belongs to someone... dangerous. And that dangerous person believes I'm responsible, so I am in a great deal of danger."
"So you want me, us, to help you get something to someone dangerous? I don't usually like helping dangerous people. And I especially don't usually like getting involved in disputes involving dangerous people. I'd rather stay out, I think, sorry."
"That's all right. I understand." He sits back, a bit disheartened. "I suppose I shouldn't have approached you this way. My fault. I'll still buy you kind folks lunch, for humoring an old man."
"Your companion just turned me down, it seems. Fully understandable." Matlock stares at the seagull chaos in amazement. "Why on earth would you do that? The poor creature is terrified."
According to Wikipedia there are 3 LRVs sitting on the moon, in very well defined locations. Would China, or whomever gets to the moon with a person next, be able to get in and drive around in an LRV left by the US?
The U.S. Apollo Lunar Roving Vehicle from Apollo 15 on the moon in 1971....
