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Development log [08 Sep 2008|07:02pm]

For the time being this space (mirrored on deviantART and LiveJournal) will be used as a development log for Rasaworld. Currently the Rasaworld site is being used for an in-character blog and for its RP reference subdomain. To maintain the illusion we'll keep "business" separate.

As of this moment Rasaworld is public only through the in-character blog and RPs help off-site that refer back to the RP section on Rasaworld.net for reference materials. Right now I wish to give the RP section a face-lift, so most news for the next little while will relate to that.

I hope to keep the updates on a minimally weekly basis, but every time something is updated or added it will be noted in this blog.
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Monday, October 23, 2006 [23 Oct 2006|06:59pm]

Currently experiencing a SQL server crash (effects evident since before 16:00).

Suspected to be momentary.
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Site update [01 Oct 2006|08:28pm]

It's still in its rough stages, but the Rasaworld site is up for display purposes only.

Currently I am testing all of the features for bugs (of which there are many).

This is the short list sent to me by Eugene:

- User Registration needs image verification
- User Registration needs e-mail confirmation
- Text entries need automatic formatting. Like replacing line breaks with html paragraph breaks.
- Attachments cannot be added to new entries, only when editing an entry.
- Attachments need work in general.
- Search is totally non functional at the moment.

More bugs to be posted later.
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Monday, September 25th, 2006 [25 Sep 2006|10:20am]

I spent a little over an hour with RegisterFly's customer service. They could not find any error on my part for the domain transfer's cancellation. They fail to see any problem at all save for that the domain isn't transferring as it should. At any rate, the technician placed another support ticket for us so that a higher level of support can have a look into it.

Seeing that this may take a while I have updated the DNS over at Moniker (who still hosts our domain) to reflect Eugene's current host.
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Monday, September 18th, 2006 [18 Sep 2006|12:44pm]

According to RegisterFly the domain transfer is going through.

The technician said that it should take five to seven business days from yesterday (Sunday, September 17th, 2006) for the domain transfer to complete.

The next post here probably will be me confirming the completion of the transfer.
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Saturday, September 16, 2006 [16 Sep 2006|09:02am]

The domain transfer failed.

I will have to reintiate it on Monday and call support.
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Wednesday, September 13, 2006 [13 Sep 2006|07:46pm]

As far as online goes, the only thing stunting the progress on rasaworld.net is a domain transfer from Moniker (that has been our domain registrar for at least two years, perhaps three) to Registerfly (the current YOSC registrar). Moniker became the registrar for Rasaworld after the domain expired for the first time--it was seized. After ownership was established I chose to remain with Moniker--after all, one registrar is as good as another (so I decided to believe). The reason for the domain switch is simple convenience. Consolidating the domains to Registerfly just made things easier.

For the last week I have been inconvenienced by some sort of technical problem that neither the supports from Moniker or Registerfly have been able to identify. One registrar says one thing, the other disagrees. At any rate, I have been assured yesterday (Tuesday, September 12th, 2006) that the transfer is going through and it should be taken care of. If by tomorrow evening the domain is still pending I will contact support again.

Once all of this is settled I plan on having the Rasa back in some noticeable capacity.
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From Deanna (July 31, 2006) [30 Aug 2006|10:23am]

Lee and Ginseng sceneCollapse )
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Compliments of Mr. Hlibichuk [23 Aug 2006|06:03pm]

(for full entry; friends only)


Harrington is sitting at his cherrywood table, sipping his aromatic breakfast tea. Harrington is reading his paper, checking the financials, wondering if his shipment of fine crafted goods from the Northern Reaches will come in today. The natives, they produce those trinkets for a pittance, he thinks. He makes a lot of money on those trinkets, on other similar lucrative imports. Harrington leads a comfortable life alone in his flat in southern Thames.

Harrington is checking his pocketwatch, noting the time, but he knows he is neither early nor late. He will arrive at the office precisely on schedule. He is respected, there. An entrepreneur for a new age. Harrington is as successful as successful could be.

But Harrington is a Wiltleaf. Not publicly, of course. Publicly, Harrington is a Smythe. Jones, used to be, before his Brass Polisher Service went bust, thanks to the now-infamous Tuba incident that drunks and gossips still prattled about over a pint. Harrington had grease in his ears for weeks. No, publicly, Harrington Smythe is a prominent businessman. Privately, however, Harrington Wiltleaf is certain that his family and his tribe have forgotten him, though he hasn't forgotten them. Still, every now and again, Harrington locks all his doors and windows with a twitch in his eye, pulls down the blinds, and sits in darkness muttering to himself for hours on end in what would otherwise be the most productive part of the evenings. Every now and again, Harrington Wiltleaf becomes a twittering sack of twine, nerves wound tight and fearful that his lineage will come back to haunt him someday.

Harrington picks up his overcoat from the tree and checks to see that he has his briefcase. Today, Harrington is completely calm. But today, Harrington's greatest fear is about to come true.
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A snippet by Deanna II [23 Aug 2006|05:58pm]


A stub worth linking to.
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A snippet by Deanna [21 Aug 2006|11:49pm]

Something Deanna quickly jotted in her LJ.

"Hello. My name is Poe. I magick by trade, but I have stories to tell. There are creatures in my mind who wish to climb out of my skull by stairways wrought on my words, and if they could, they would reach the heavens where they will be shared and read and hated by many. It is my sincere hope that they might be cherished by some."
More substantial things to come in the near future. Keep the faith, dear friends.
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[23 Mar 2006|07:54pm]

Kyle is switching schools.

This means that we are going to lose our free server. We will be switching to a provider that promises

- 5 GB space, 20 GB bandwidth
- Unlimited mySQL, mailboxes, subdomains, etc

And will cost $24.00 USD a year (for each account).

So in the process expect more downtime. I'll see if we can expect to see any uptime before the switch.

More news as I get it.
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[19 Mar 2006|07:50am]

Refuses to load.

Will reply when restored.
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Back (in some small capacity) [31 Jan 2006|01:24pm]

Many of you are probably aware that Rasaworld is back, however we lost all of our forum data and must begin anew.

I apologize for this.

Despite redundancy, I will post the forum link again for those interested to reregister.

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Corin's Cavern [23 Jan 2006|09:15pm]

Regarding the matter of wearing a bear suit into a cave, Corin wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, he had worn a bear suit before on a number of occasions, and it wasn’t what he took issue with. More precisely, Corin found himself most upset over the fact that he couldn’t take his notebook with him this time.

“Look,” Zelda had said, while they were still standing outside the cave she had led him to, “you won’t have room for it if you’re carrying this box in.” She gestured to a small wooden box with a latched top lying on the ground beside her. “And I need that if you’re going to test my theories.”

Corin sighed. “You and your theories,” he muttered, pulling the bear head over the top of his own. Zelda closed her hand into a fist and hammered it on for him with a couple of good whacks. “Ow! Zelda, are you sure this isn’t some practical joke? You’ve been around Thorn a lot, lately.”

“Perfect!” With a grin, Zelda stood back, admiring her work. “Corin, calm down. This will be simple, really, I promise. Just carry the box in to the end of the cave, but don’t open it, whatever you do. Then just set it down and come back out. Simple!” Corin stared warily at her through the eyes of his bear costume, but Zelda didn’t notice – instead, she went on humming, setting herself down with a book by the cave’s entrance. Corin ignored her, and hefted her box in both hands. Strangely light, he thought. Feels . . . empty. If he could have shrugged, he would have, but the costume was too restrictive for that. Instead, Corin trudged inside the cave without another word.

“Good luck!” Zelda called after him. Corin didn’t hear.

Spelunking had never been Corin’s forte; then again, this wasn’t a normal cave, either. Just inside, the spacious corridor was lined with luminescent rock that glowed with a lush blue hue that reminded Corin of a cold twilight. He made sure to note that later. The place gave a chill even inside of his fur-covered attire, a cold prick that ran the length of his spine. Zelda never did say for certain if anything lived in this cave. He thought he might have heard something about pixies, or some other harmless creature.

Besides, pixies were harmless, right?

Kicking himself for not reading up on the fauna of Northern Couchort, Corin stepped further into the cavern. At times, it opened up wide into expansive rooms with enough space to hold secret meetings in – a delightful notion. At others, the crystalline corridors became so narrow that Corin feared he was going to have to hold his breath to make it through. And all the while, he diligently held this simple wooden box. Why wasn’t he supposed to open it, anyway?

“It’s not like it’s going to let some animal out to bite me,” he said aloud. The Pandora inside of him yearned to flip the little metal latch out of the way and peek inside, even if just for a moment. Though if it was dangerous, here, in the cave, no one but Zelda would know to find his dead body. And yet, would Zelda have really sent him in with something that could kill him? Surely not.

The curious echo of his voice resounded in the cave like a hundred clanging metallic vibratos, and Corin shut his mouth quickly. He wanted to hear it again, but speaking might attract attention, after all. His footsteps elicited no sound whatsoever beyond the crunch of soft fabric on rock, a minimal thing. Still, now that he had spoken, Corin’s ears were acutely aware, now, fixating on each little disturbance in the serenity around him. A thump in the distance behind him, a crackling in the dirt and crystals ahead. What once seemed to be an uninhabited cave was now a treasure trove full of three-horned creatures ready to jump out at any moment.

“If there is anything out there,” Corin whispered, “I don’t think they want to go up against a bear. Holding a small wooden box.” He swallowed hard.

Ahead, in front of him, the path opened into a larger room that closed off at the end into a kind of alcove. “This must be what Zelda meant by the ‘end of the cave,’” Corin mused. “I’ll just set the box here, and….” Carefully, Corin the bear set the box down on the ground, in a place where so many crystal shards had fallen that the ground seemed blue and glowing as well. The wooden little crate felt so out of place that Corin had to cringe at the thought. He held his breath in the hesitation that exists only in the place between the moments of permission and forgiveness.

“I have to open it!” he shouted. Corin flipped the latch with his awkward bear paw and pushed open the top. He stared into the box, struggling against the limiting eyeholes to see what lay inside. All Corin found was a note. He lifted it carefully out of the box and read it alound.

“Corin, this cave is full of bear-eating Ptarmudgeons. I thought you might like to know. If you read this, be very, very quiet!” His eyes grew to the size of saucers. Quickly, Corin shuffled off the bear costume, first ridding himself of the silly hat and then working to undo the zipper in the front. Standing now in a light shirt and trousers, Corin found the chill of the cave more pressing than before. And somewhere in this cave were bear-eating, and possibly people-eating, Ptarmudgeons.

Whatever those were. Though it didn’t matter. Northern Couchort was famous for its strange creatures, Corin knew. For all good intents and purposes, there could be worse in this cave than bear-eating Ptarmudgeons.

Corin sprinted back the way he came, not caring to look to the left or the right to see if anything was coming. After all that noise he made, anything in the cave with the curiosity of a small feline would have been running in his direction, and that knowledge alone made the boy all the more paranoid. When he got out, chest heaving, he found Zelda still sitting near the cave entrance, planted headlong in her book.

“Zelda! What was that?!”

“What was what?”

Corin tried his best to respond through deep breaths. “What kind of silly theory were you testing with me in a bear suit and a box in a cave full of bear-eating whatevermudgeons? I didn’t think you were so much into animals. Or seeing me killed. Or. You know.” Zelda giggled. She set aside her book and jumped to her feet. Corin walked over, lifting his hands above his head and breathing carefully.

“I wanted to test two theories. First, I didn’t think you could follow directions very well.” She eyed him. “And from the looks of it, I was right. Second, and this was more of a question than a theory, I wanted to see how well you’d respond to a practical joke.”

Despite being nearly out of breath, Corin found the energy to chase the giggling girl around the field outside the cave until he was too tired to care any longer.
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Abandon ship [29 Sep 2005|10:01am]

Everyone who watches this LiveJournal, please remove it from your watch list.

I plan on wiping out this account, however I will not delete it.

For now I wish to keep it in a blank, hibernative state until the time and need arises to bring it back.
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Eugene's blog [17 Aug 2005|11:42pm]


In case anyone is wondering where he is or what he is doing.
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[13 Aug 2005|05:05pm]

It would seem right now that the errors (forums, oekaki, wiki, gallery) is the fault of iPowerweb and should eventually go away.

Annoying business, yes, but I'm afraid that they will simply have to be endured.

Perhaps we should consider moving Rasaworld to Eugene's server as well.
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A bother [12 Aug 2005|11:30am]

The forums are down in addition to the Wiki. This is due to an insertion of code on every HTML page.

We have faced this problem before a few weeks ago, so as then I will contact tech support and they will likely correct it promptly.

Expect this problem to be fixed by tomorrow at the soonest, as I will not be able to call iPowerweb tech support until later this afternoon.

I have alerted Eugene of the matter.
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Activity policy [31 Jul 2005|08:33am]

In light of the fact of our noticeable decline in recent writing activity, Keith and I have come up with a policy that will hopefully remain in practice for some time.

We believe that:

  • we should have one new thread--whatever the length--in Segues and Tangents daily
  • during the course of a week (new week beginning on Monday, Sunday being considered the last day of the week) we should achieve a quota of at least one new Segue entry for each of the main four Rasa series: The Rasa Adventure, Emily, Lovely Darkmeat and The Thieving Magpie
  • every new segue entry must be commented on by at least one person
  • important discussions or Segue-like material posted in the LiveJournal will be transcribed onto the forums by myself if they are not by their original authors

    So, starting tomorrow we will begin with this new policy.
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