General roleplays
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This post is for people who want to play more general roleplays, I'm leaving this unstructured, to play please comment with who you play (even if you think it should be obvious from your icon/username) and what sort of interaction you're looking for.
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This post is for people who want to play more general roleplays, I'm leaving this unstructured, to play please comment with who you play (even if you think it should be obvious from your icon/username) and what sort of interaction you're looking for.
If someone wants more structure/to take over handling general roleplays please ask and I'll be happy to add at least one mod for this.
Re: Where Matt has a real identical twin named Mike who is sighted and is Daredevil
Date: 2016-07-11 06:03 am (UTC)“Let’s see if anyone has done the reading… Who here can tell me what the Laffer curve is?”
Mike raised his hand.
“Mr. Murdock?” Mike couldn't help but feel a bit of a thrill at his name being called.
“It’s a representation of the relationship between rates of taxation and the resulting levels of government revenue. It is used to explain why a tax increase may reduce taxed activity and raise less revenue or why a tax cut may increase taxed activity and raise revenue more than predicted.”
“Excellent.” The professor nodded and turned towards the board to draw a graph.
“This graph will show that if the tax rate were 0%, the government would not collect any tax revenue. This makes sense from a mathematical standpoint. However, if the government were to tax 100% of all revenue… The government would also receive 0% tax revenue… As no one would be willing to work.” The professor draws a curve that begins and ends at zero. “The exact shape of the curve is disputed. However, it shows the positive impact that a lower tax rate can have on work, output, and employment, as it provides financial incentives to increase these activities…”
Mike continues to take notes for Matt, still tickled pink that he had an opportunity to participate in class. He realizes that he’s grinning from ear to ear and tries to school his face to appear a little more bored and a little sicker. He coughs once into his elbow for good measure.
While he’s chiding himself for behaving like such a nerd, it hits him… Did I remember to speak like Matt? He feels a bit of panic, but tries to dismiss it. The professor didn’t seem phased by his accent. Did Foggy notice anything? He tries to look at Foggy without looking like he’s looking.
As he is staring at the back of Foggy’s head, Mike swears he must have felt his eyes on him. Foggy turns around in his seat to look at “Matt”. Their eyes meet. Thankfully, Mike is wearing his glasses, so Foggy is none the wiser. Foggy’s facial expression shows concern. He’s worried about Matt.
Mike feels glad his brother has someone else looking out for him. He’s been worried that Stick could return at any moment and then… And then he may need to keep his distance again. At least Matt’s not going to be on his own this time.
Mike feels guilty about how he occasionally has to stay away from his brother to protect him. Stick says that in order to be good at what they do, they have to cut all personal ties. But, that’s not why he does it.
Being honest with himself, Mike realizes that he will also miss Foggy when the time comes. They have had some good times together. Even with him thinking he’s Matt, he’s still probably the best friend he’s had in years.
Mike realizes that while he was lost in his thoughts he may have missed something. He needs to focus. Otherwise, why come to class? Stick’s not back yet. It’s time to enjoy the now. Mike smiles as he continues to type more notes.
I'm still here
Date: 2016-08-05 10:53 pm (UTC)Re: I'm still here
Date: 2016-08-08 12:22 am (UTC)Re: Where Matt has a real identical twin named Mike who is sighted and is Daredevil
Date: 2016-08-20 11:43 pm (UTC)Not fast enough though, unfortunately. A hand clasps him on the back and he flinches in surprise. In his haste to get away before Foggy caught him, he had focussed too much on his escape route and what he could see, and forgotten to use his heightened senses to monitor what was happening around him. He had forgotten the first lesson that Stick had ever thought them - that far from being the most important sense, sight was a distraction that may be his undoing if he was unable to train his focus in other directions.
Foggy’s hand grips his shoulder tightly. Mike allows his eyes to close before he turns to face him, not willing to make the same mistake again.
“You’re looking better suddenly,” Foggy tells him.
Mike grimaces inwardly and allows himself to slump just slightly before he replies. He tenses his throat and speaks in a hoarse whisper. “It comes and goes.”
Eyes still closed beneath his glasses, he can hear Foggy’s eye roll in his answer, “Nothing to do with you not trusting me with your dictaphone then?”
Mike hesitates. His heightened sense of touch allows him to feel the pale foundation that he had applied before the lecture sitting heavily in every pore, he had put it on like an expert, and he knows that he realistically looks like shit, even if his performance the lecture hall hadn’t backed that up.
“It’s not like that, honestly, I just felt better, so I…” He sways slightly, reaching out his hands to the sides as though to steady himself and allowing his cane to slip from his grip as he does.
Foggy catches first it, and then Mike, grabbing him tightly by his shoulders to steady him.
“Jesus, Matt, look at yourself. You’re ready to fall down from exhaustion.”
Mike shakes his head, “I’m fine, seriously.”
“No, you are the least fine person I’ve even seen. There are people that are dying who look better than you. I know you can’t verify that for yourself, but trust me, man, you need to be back in bed.”
Mike takes back the cane and gave Foggy a weak smile in return. “You’re probably right,” he agrees.
Foggy puts an arm around Mike’s chest and tucks his hand under his arm, as though to support him as they head back to the dorm. Mike allows himself a moment of victory before moving on to the next problem to solve. They can’t go back to the dorm, Matt is already there, tucked up in bed and probably fast asleep.
They turn a corner and walk through the door into the cool outside air. Mike slows a little, and Foggy reduces his case to compensate.
“You couldn’t do me a favor, could you?” Mike asks.
He feels Foggy shrug his shoulders through their close contact.
“My head is killing me. You couldn’t pick me up some tylenol, could you? And maybe something to settle my stomach?”
Foggy hesitates. “Sure, just let me get you back to the dorm and I’ll…"
“I’m fine,” Mike insists, allowing a little more strength to ebb back into his voice. “We’re practically there anyway, I’ll be fine.”
Foggy’s grip on him loosens, just sightly at first, and then, as though testing whether or not he will fall down if left to stand unaided, Foggy retreats completely. There is something about his heart rate that speaks of uncertainty, “You sure?”
Mike nods. “I’m good Foggy, honestly.”
Foggy takes a hesitant step in the other direction, then pauses. “If I come back this way and find you passed out on the ground, there’ll be hell to pay, Murdock.”
Mike smiles. “I’ll probably be asleep when you get back, but I promise it’ll be in a bed.”
“I’ll be back in ten minutes,” Foggy tells him, before turning and heading away.
Mike relaxes as soon as he turns away. He takes a moment to orient himself, and then walks back to the dorm to check on Matt, cane swinging ahead of him as he goes, and eyes still tightly closed. He had forgotten a valuable lesson just then, and although nothing had come of it, there was no excuse for not keeping his senses sharp.
Especially when his teacher could be anywhere, checking up on him, ready to serve up another harsh lesson. Better to do it himself than to be forced to swallow the bitter tea.