(12-02-2014, 03:31 PM)Melodia Wrote: But because I take it personally, I get this fragile mentality and it //does// affect my rp as I get leary of approaching new people. Saying hello IC to a stranger? EEEP!! *runs*
That *seems* like one of the hardest things in the world, doesn't it? Going up to another character, and making contact, taking a chance, starting something?
It does seem hard. Step into the Quicksand, and what do we too often see? People lined up along the railing, like spectators at a play. Remember that - like spectators, i.e. people who have not come to participate, but simply to watch. If that's all you want, is to watch, then all is fine. However, I share a joke with a few other RP contacts of mine that nobody in the Quicksand gets as much play as the rail, that sexy rail, the target of hands, buttocks, hips, and sometimes feet (you crouching Miqo'te men).
But just as speech teachers often say to think of your listeners as being naked, think that most, of not all, of the people hanging at the Quicksand are there because they want to see RP. They crave it, they desire it... but that dread too often stifles the first move.
But I say, go recite the Litany Against Fear, and jump in!
I've even made it a game with a few people, from time to time, for me to go to the Quicksand, pick any random toon, and go engage said toon, with the rule that whoever is with me MUST support whatever narrative I use to start something up, even if it's silly. I don't mind helping people meet, but I may demand my tribute if I am thus used
In all seriousness, though, the majority of long-term, well-developed RP I have ever had started with me approaching someone, or being approached, apparently at random in an open RP setting. It CAN and DOES happen. Believe it. Because too often, we're too busy being intimidated to simply walk up, slap that armored rum... er, sorry, was projecting.
Give that other RPer the chance and the approach that YOU would want, and just DO it. They won't all be winning combinations, but even the weird ones can be very entertaining.
And if you ever see Nathan at the Quicksand, ask him to share a glass of Madjack Red.
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."