Usage
{{Log
|ic_date=MO/DY/YEAR
|rl_date=MO/DY/YEAR
|cast=
* [[Person In Scene 1]]
* [[Person In Scene 2]]
* [[Person In Scene 3]]
|setting=The description of the place, or the link to the description if it's already on the wiki.
|log=Your log, properly marked up.
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Example
{{Log
|ic_date=09/12/2009
|rl_date=11/23/2011
|cast=
* [[Alice]]
* [[Bob]]
* [[Cheryl]]
|setting={{:Pizza Palace/Description}}
|log=
It's a lovely evening, and Alice is eating dinner at Pizza Palace.
"Oh, hey! Hi, Alice!" Bob exclaims, heading over with a glass of soda. "Mind if I join you?"
"Sure, no problem. Um, as long as you don't mind Cheryl being here too, anyway!" Alice gives him a grin, and moves her bag off the table so he has somewhere to put his glass.
''Cheryl has connected.''<br />
''<OOC> Alice says, "Hey, Cheryl, Bob showed up while you were DCed. Let's say Cheryl went to the bathroom?''<br />
''<OOC> Cheryl says, "Sure, that works for me."''
Cheryl returns from the direction of the bathrooms, and looks briefly surprised to see Alice isn't alone anymore. "Oh. Bob. Hi. Sorry to hear about that terrible accident you had with your dialing finger."
Bob looks confused, glancing down at his hands. "...what? My hands are fine."
Alice glances from one of them to the other and takes a large bite of pizza, the better to stay out of this one.
"Oh, really?" Cheryl asks sweetly, "Because that's the only acceptable reason I could think of for you failing to call me for three weeks."
}}
Result
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IC: 09/12/2009
RL: 11/23/2011
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Pizza Palace -- Albuquerque
Pizza Palace is a bustling restaurant filled with all types of people -- an interesting and thorough cross-section of humanity. The low prices and frequent specials attract everyone from hungry college kids to curmudgeonly old people; from pasty late-night nerds taking a break from MMOs to families with screaming, marinara-smeared toddlers. Pizza Palace is open 24/7 except for holidays, with a happy hour from four to seven, and offers just about every topping commonly or uncommonly found upon pizzas. The menu also includes a variety of non-pizza food options such as pasta, sandwiches, and salads, for freakish pizza-haters dragged here by their friends. Eat in, get it to go, or call from home for delivery!
The restaurant has a reputation for hiring stoners and slackers, but it's a mostly clean place with booths and tables on the inside, plus an outdoor patio area for smokers and people with dogs. The floor is a checkerboard pattern of black and white linoleum squares, and all the chairs and booths are red. Each table is covered with a fresh sheet of butcher paper and is equipped with a little cup of crayons along with the napkins, parmesan, and red pepper flakes. Neon signs in the restaurant windows announce PIZZA! and BUDWEISER!, and CORONA!, along with the always-lit OPEN! sign. Video games both archaic and current tempt children to scream at their parents for quarters, and a karaoke area reminds tipsy customers that beer makes you an excellent singer.
~*~places are available here~*~
Obvious exits:
Out <O>
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| Cast:
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| Log:
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It's a lovely evening, and Alice is eating dinner at Pizza Palace.
"Oh, hey! Hi, Alice!" Bob exclaims, heading over with a glass of soda. "Mind if I join you?"
"Sure, no problem. Um, as long as you don't mind Cheryl being here too, anyway!" Alice gives him a grin, and moves her bag off the table so he has somewhere to put his glass.
Cheryl has connected.
<OOC> Alice says, "Hey, Cheryl, Bob showed up while you were DCed. Let's say Cheryl went to the bathroom?
<OOC> Cheryl says, "Sure, that works for me."
Cheryl returns from the direction of the bathrooms, and looks briefly surprised to see Alice isn't alone anymore. "Oh. Bob. Hi. Sorry to hear about that terrible accident you had with your dialing finger."
Bob looks confused, glancing down at his hands. "...what? My hands are fine."
Alice glances from one of them to the other and takes a large bite of pizza, the better to stay out of this one.
"Oh, really?" Cheryl asks sweetly, "Because that's the only acceptable reason I could think of for you failing to call me for three weeks." |
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