*Role-playing game, for those who have been in suspended animation since the 1970s.
Time travel, blasters, light-sabers called something else, and the whole shebang, by overwhelming popular demand. Possibly descended from an idea that Enceladus and Armada hatched here and here, possibly not.
((This is awesome! I’m assuming this is to get rid of all of the lightsabers and sci-fi stuff off of BA.
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((I think I will enjoy this very much.))
((Yayness!))
((Hooray! Thank you, GAPAs!))
((1- No, BA is essentially a sci-fi RPG. This is to stop people on BA from taking the focus away from the bunnies.))
((So, we’ve got:
-Time travel–this needs to be discussed
-Realizers–they make characters from books real
Derealizers–they make real people characters from books, similar to the Hacker Tracker RPG on MA
-Telepathy–only to select people, and only if they have a special computer attachment in their brain
-Lightsabers, blasters, ect.
-Possibly H2G2 characters and Muses
Please suggest more!))
((Maybe we could also have characters from other sci-fi novels and series… Star Wars? Star Trek?))
((I want to be a telepath! Memememe!))
((Anyway. So do we want our characters to be:
a. realistic, pretty much normal-looking people
b. strange-looking, futuristic people (think Un Lun Dun) and/or aliens
c. manga/anime type characters (odd-colored hair, etc.)
d. a mix
e. something else))
((A. or aliens.))
((D. A mix of C and A.))
((I agree.))
((4 – *headdesk* I knew that.
))
((We should also discuss:
– Space travel
– Hyperdrive
– Star Wars characters
Otherwise, I think Armada’s list is pretty good.))
((So, here’s some planning:
Year: Perhaps 2100? You either live in wonderful, domed cities where life is perfect(ish), or out of them, and forced to work for the cities. Most of the population are in the cities. You can get into the cities, but it’s hard, and requires lots of money and time, which aren’t common.
Time travel: Only to places after the invention of time travel. For example, if time travel was invented in 2010, you could travel only to times ahead of 2010, even if it was 2020. So you could travel to the year 2090, but not 2009. Perhaps invented in 2050. Long enough to go pretty far into the past, but could be real.
Realizers/Derealizers: They make characters real, and unreal.
Lightsaber things: We have to call them by different names, but electric swords are good. Perhaps… EMWs? (ElectroMagnetic Weapons)
Telepathy: Only to people who say it’s ok, and only to people with a brain implant.
My character description:
Name: Tithea Gandomo
Age: 16
Physical description: Short, with blue eyes. Red hair. Has a telepathy implant.
Personality: Stubborn and temperamental, but nice to people he likes.
History: Born out of the city, but later was accepted in. Got telepathy implant at age 16. He now resides in an apartment, with his parents.))
((Okay, everything sounds good!
Character description:
Name: Andreia Selircan
Age: 14
Physical description: 5’5″, reddish hair, hazel eyes.
History: Works in the city to make money so the rest of her family can come live with her. I think I’ll decide at what later.))
((what’s the genaric plot here that we’re RPGing on.)
((I just read 0 carefully….
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((5- Space travel–definitely. Hyperdrive–que es eso? Star Wars characters–I know nothing about any of them. Also, how about alternate universes? And how far in the future is this set?))
((Hyperdrive: Faster than light, or close to light speed travel.
You really like my ideas?
I think the plot should be something like people outside the cities are trying to destroy the cities, or break in. The ineffective bureaucracy doesn’t recognize the threat, or is ignoring it.))
((Meh, I don’t think the people outside should be bad. Remember, my family’s out there!
I’d rather have the government be the villains.))
((Well, we could be for the destruction of the city. Or, there is no “good” or “bad”, there are just 2 views.))
((I don’t know….I don’t really like it.))
((Maybe the government is trying to keep certain people out of the city because they are trying to reserve it for the rich, powerful, and “normal” people, aka a perfect society. The only problem is that anyone even slightly different is immediatly taken out of the city, and they want in. Okay, I’m done now.))
((Meh… *is fiercely protective of own plot idea*
I don’t know, I just think the whole government/perfect society/unreachable city thing is kind of stereotypical. And I don’t see how we’re going to fit in HG2G characters, Muses, Star Wars/Trek characters, realizers, derealizers or time travel.))
Can you time travel to the beginning of the thread?
((Why wasn’t my comment posted?…))
((We could call them Beam Weapons.))
That sounds good. High-Intensity Focused Laser Emitters (HIFLE) sounds fancy though.
The creation of this thread hinders the options of the next BA, but oh well.
HIFLE is the technical name. Beam Weapons in the thing everyone calls them expect for the company that makes them/scientists.
(( I like EMWs.))
((Character:
Name: Kirianne Wright
Age: 17
Physical Description: Tall. Long, straight blond hair with silver streaks, usually kept in a braid with a few wisps escaping; thin bangs. (Depending on how we do the characters, her hair is either dyed that way or natural.) Violet eyes (again, either natural or contacts, depending). Likes to wear tall boots for some reason. Very pale-skinned, with dark, dramatic eyelashes (yet again, these could go either way). Has a telepathy implant.
Personality: Quiet and a dreamer, she keeps to herself most of the time. However, when she gets a plan, it usually works, because she’s very detail-oriented. Keeps a cool head in battle or a tough situation.
History: Coming later. It kind of depends on a lot of things at the moment.))
((What does it depend on, at the moment?))
((What plotline we choose, how we decide to do the characters, when I figure out her history.
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((SFTDP. I have a totally different idea for the plot. So pie me.
Earth has been taken over by some alien force, or alternatively a corrupted government, and a number of people are traveling the universe in a starship to find a new place to set up a civilization. There’s a team on Earth or at a space station in orbit around the Earth that is trying to use time travel, realizers and derealizers to fix the situation.))
((I like that idea.))
YEAH!
((Oh, that’s cool too. I like it. (I like mine more though.) Perhaps we could combine them, with some people on the outside trying to escape, and the corrupt govt. is in the city? It could then split off, with people trying to fight the govt. and people founding a new civ.))
((Actually, I was trying to make it so that we could use some of yours. How about this:
The corrupt government is in the city, some people on the outside have escaped in a starship and are trying to found a new civilization, people in a space station somewhere are trying to fix the corrupted situation using the technologies mentioned earlier, people on Earth are still trying to fight the government. Does that work? That way you, and people who preferred your idea, can still RP it the way you like it (fighting the government and/or being part of the city) and people who like my idea (*coughandStarTrekandStarWarsandHG2Gcough* can be somewhere in space.))
((Cool! Thanks! I’ll do some RP at the bottom))
That sounds good. I like that.
((The correct term would be Techlepathy))
Name: Xavier Gadgetizmo
Physical Description: Wears black, tall and skinny. Blonde raggedy hair, which he puts black highlights into. Not very strong, but can run long distances.
Personality: Rebellious. Hates cities for pollution. Likes open protests. Slightly depressed.
Life/backround: Supports family. Works at a big factory that he hates. When he was young his father (who is dead) showed him how to use a laser blaster and an EMP blaster. He seems to have a strange connection with technology, but he never cared enough to investigate.
((Hey, maybe it turns out he had a techlepathy thingy implanted when he was born! Just a suggestion.))
I don’t know if Techlepathy would cover his “connection” with Technology… I was thinking of a special transmitter in his brain that let him “communicate” with tech-stuff…. But I was going to add that later in the plotline. I guess that would be considered telepathy, though…
((Could people post opinions on my plot idea versus Enceladus’s?))
Name:Nick Tamf ((Nick since I like that name, Tamf is a anagram of TMFA)
Age:some where between 14 and 16.
History/Background: Born into an upper class family, Nick has, over the pass 6-8 years, Risen to the top of the Business world by buy out other companies. now controls most of the world’s wealth, his company provides all water, food, and other necessities to the planet. Controls most of the member of world’s parliament through bribes and other deals.
Just so you know, This is based off of RQ’s.
((How would you change it if we did my idea?))
Remove the stuff about a world parliament, make him control the city via bribes and other corruption, Trying to let as few people as he can come into the city, trying to expand the city and destroy other settlements that are around the city.
I’m still going to be a villain.
((Oh, good. We needed a bad guy’s perspective.))
((But wait… can you make your character a little older? At this point he seems a little like a Gary Stu, being “somewhere between 14 and 16” and controlling all of that. I’d say he should be in his late 20s or early 30s, at least.))
((He does have one MAJOR flaw. He’s really corrupt, and keeps money for himself, instead of the state. He plans to be an evil Caesar. (I think) ))
Sure. 28.
((I put my opinion. I’ll rewrite. *ACHEM* “YEAH!”))
((It looks like people are mainly going for RoseQuartz’s idea. Can we still keep the domed and isolated cities?))
I think we should.
((Character:
Name: Eurine (you-REEN) Aurchenwitz (are-CHEN-wits)
Age: 15
Description: Chin length brown hair, large silvery eyes, and prominent eyebrows against her deathly pale skin. NEVER wears a skirt, dress, or light colors. A bit short, but always has a large presence in a room. Is the rare combination of a realizer/derealizer.
Personality: Has a dark sense of humor but at least has one. She’s always getting into other people’s business, even if it’s a book character’s. Not very cautious. Fights for what she believes in.
History: Depending on plot and when I develope her more. You might just have to wait for later in the story for that . . . ))
((A realizer/derealizer is a machine, not a person. Perhaps she OWNS one?))
((Oh okay))
SFTDP
((I shall now do some RPing, now that RoseQuartz and I have got an idea that should make everyone happy.))
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I stepped out of my shabby, one room apartment. I would need to work that day, in the advertising business. I had to make signs to advertise a sale at some place. It’s stupid. Just stupid. Don’t these people know their goods are over-priced most of the time, and then put them on ‘sale’ and sell them for a normal price. But, of course they don’t notice. They just take whatever crap our government gives them. A bright, gleaming holo-poster caught my eye.
~~~~~~~~~~Nick Tamf!~~~~~~~~~~
Elect Nick Tamf to head of Parliment!
~~~~~~~He’s an honest boy!~~~~~~~
As if that stinking idiot needed even MORE power.
((15-Let’s combine them!
4.1-C! I want purple-haired people, yesyes! -vigorous nod-
Ok, my character.
Name: Noelani Philomena Kiyone Lin, code name is “fAiRyDrAGoN”
Age: 13 and a half
Personality: Has very many stalker-like tendencies (read: Mizore Shirayuki), a bit brash, headstrong, but quiet most of the time. When she gets angry, she can be scary, VERY~! Seems to know a lot about things as well.
History: Noe is the daughter of a top government scientist. She never really cared about where her stuff came from, until she realized there were people just like her working as slaves to make her things! She is now a top member of the resistance, known as fAiRyDrAgOn, and wears a face mask and bodysuit when she goes on missions.
She trained with her father in self-defense, allowing her to be good with most weapons…
She is also a telepath because of the computer chip-look, she’s the daughter of a top scientist, he likely helped develop it!))
Eurine took a walk around the ship. As if things couldn’t get more boring. She asked the computer for any news.
“Nick Tamf is officially running for Head of Parliment of The City. The Rest of Space is still working out its governing system. Pinapples are now on sale . . ,” the computer droned on.
Nothing new to her except that bit (or byte) that Nick is “officially” running for the Head of Parliment; now, instead of bribing to get his way, he’ll just get it. She has to get my parents (and everyone else) out of there. Tamf has no power in Space. But how . . .
And so her daily pondering continues.
((Was that okay? I’m not much of a Sci-Fi writer.))
((It’s supposed to be from first person. I’ll repost for you, if you want. Also, what ship?))
((My character will be pretty much the same as all of the RPGs I’m in, but I’ll repost it here…
Name: Kokonilly
Has a short temper and can be a bit of a know-it-all sometimes.
Age: Almost 13
Physical description: 5’3″, brownish-black hair, brown eyes, tan skin, smiles a lot, doesn’t like fighting but will kick butt if need be.
Personality: Can be very stubborn, sarcastic, and skeptical.
History: Comes from a loving family but disagrees with them on several key points. Is very street-smart – gets lost/separated from the group a lot. Loves science and math, and knows many totally useless facts.))
(( I like your idea, RoseQuartz.
And since I can’t resist another RPG… ))
Name: Fenna Soanz
Age: 14-ish
Looks: Pale-skinned; short (as in, pixie-style), dark brown hair; dark green eyes; tall, lean muscles. Wears a coarse green tunic-type shirt, skinny jeans, and a leather pouch slung over her shoulder.
Personality: Always a little annoyed/frustrated, but tries to hide it. She can be a little demanding at times, but is very efficient. She’s not very social, though if she trusts a person she will be very open with them. Hates governments, big businesses, and cities.
Skills: She is good with plants, which is now a nearly useless skill. She learned how to defend herself, and is good with EMWs. ((It’s more catchy than “beam weapons”))
History: Her family lived on the edge of a city. The family business is gardening, and now that things got more industrialized and fewer people have gardens, money ran out. Her family moved outside the city, and tried to open a farm, but was stopped by the government.
I set down my coffee mug next to me. Best beans on the planet. but then again, only the best for the best, right?
I look at the new wire. All about my victory in the poll about the next election. Well, what more can you expect? I control all the printing houses in the city, so It’s was hard for an opponent to get any advertising.
I step out into the street and get into my car. Well, It’s not really a car – those things have been banned for years now – but a “large mobile transport” – But it runs like a car, drives like a car, and was made using the plans for a car.
As I drive out the empty street – I’m the only one with any sort of transportation expect for walking or teleporting (which is it self- well, I won’t say that at this stage of the proceedings) – people are coming out into the streets cheering for the soon-to-be MP, and, assuming His Honor the president got my bribe, PM and leader of the grand army of the Great Republic of the City of New Chicago.
People just love me, don’t they?
~~~~~
((Tamf has a view of him self as a hero of the little man, but he mostly just works for himself))
Xavier took his cell phone, and went off to work. As he turned on the cell phone, he could sense the energy coursing through the circuitry. He felt more energy as he stepped out of is low-tech apartment. He could feel his neighbors’ TV’s, Cell Phones, Robots, Vacuums, and he even had a strange feeling that someone had turned on some sort of HIFLE. He shrugged it off, because he didn’t even realize his true ability.
—Xavier pressed 1 on the elevator, and waited for his long descent. He lived on the 142th floor (notice how I added 42 in there???)). Each floor took only a second, but to Xavier, it felt like an hour. Every floor brought a new set of Technology. He got really bored. He suddenly started to doze off. He had the strange ability to sleep while standing. As he started to feel truly peaceful, the elevator stopped. He thought that he was now at the bottom, but the doors didn’t open. In fact, he even felt the absence of the energy coursing around him in the elevator. As soon as he noticed this, he felt completely awake and aware. Just as he was going to open the control panel, the elevator started moving again, and the doors opened.
((I’ll write more…))
((It’s supposed to be in first person.))
((It could be either. Some RPGs are limited omniscient third.))
((Could everyone start either using their character’s name, or writing it at the top of their post. Thanks. I think that would make it easier for
meeveryone remember the character’s names better))((Could, say, Armada’s character interact with me? I have nothing much to do after this.))
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I kept walking towards my job. Suddenly, a poor guy ran up to me. He had dirty, ragged clothes, and yelled “They want to leave! They want to be free!”
“What? Who?”
“The outsiders! They want to build a rocket ship!” He ran off, presumably to freak other people out. I pondered that. Fat chance. Nick holds every ounce of fuel for rockets in his stupid, 28 year old hands. I messaged Kirianne, hoping to tell her, and get some information about it. Unlikely she knows anything, but I can try.
I reached the office at 12:30. I had my briefer get right down to business.
“Sir, there is a campaign by the outsiders to build a rocket ship and leave this planet.”
“Impossible. I control every drop of oil there is on this bloody little planet.”
“Exactly sir. We have asked parliament to increase video surveillance in the city, but it will take four days till that starts. until then, we are asking you to be careful and to carry a beam weapon at all times.”
“yes, yes, fine. Now then, I will to ask you something.”
“yes, Sir?”
“why do we have such little territory? I was reading yesterday about the grand empires of old. The lands stretched across the continent, From ocean to ocean. What happened?”
“wars, mostly. wars and changes to climate.”
“I don’t care. New Chicago shall be the biggest Empire ever known! in two days the Army will be mine at long last. prepare for expansion!”
I stepped out onto the street from my house. I wished I’d been allowed allowed to take a job in the scientist Ministry, but nooo, they always said I was “too young”. Thankfully, I’d recently constructed a small spaceship that could fly around the room. It was a foot and a half long, as well-I needed to get to work on shrinking the stuff, but right now, I had work to do.
I wandered off, hoping to find someone I knew. I saw Tithia walking along the street, and stopped for a second, trying to be totally noticeable by him (but not TOO noticeable)! Wished I could speak to Kirianne-I liked her, she was trustworthy, but who-knew-where…
Than I noticed a face peering at me from right above my head. “Heh, I hoped to find you, Noelani!” the person hissed, presumably happy to see me, but also quiet.
((OK, I can write someone in who knows my character. Kokonilly? Armada?))
((YAAAAAY, thank you GAPAs!!!
Summary, please?
Name: Seth Goldberg
Age: 14
Looks: Slightly tanned skin, brown eyes, somewhere in between tall and short, wears a black T-shirt that says “Join the club, we’ve got jackets”, black pants
Personality: Not very social, and very quiet, but strong-willed. If he thinks the answer he agrees with is right, won’t be easy to change his mind.
Skills: Hand-to-hand combat
History: Umm… I’ll think of something once I get a summary.))
((A corrupt government has taken over the planet. It is ruled by Nick Tamf, who TMFA is playing. Most people live in wonderful cities, where they don’t have to do much work. The outsiders have to work 24/7 to keep the city going. They have a plan to get off the planet in a space ship.))
((Come, RoseQuartz! I need your character to respond to mine, so I don’t PP!!))
((I shall jump in! My character:
Name: Minerva Lin
Age: 12
Looks: Black hair, a little past her shoulders, pale skin, on the short side. She always wears a black jacket, a short-sleeved shirt, and jeans.
Personality: Stubborn, outgoing, stands for what she thinks, intelligent.
Skills: Planning, fighting with EMWs.
History: Orphaned at 10 in a train crash. (I’m supposing they still have trains, just different ones, faster.) Adopted by a man who was once an outsider, and lives in a busy apartment building. (Is it okay if I know your character, AvalonGirl?)))
I rush down the street, pushing through the hords of people. The city was waaaay too big for me, even after living in it for two years. Ads for the upcoming election were everywhere, and other holo-screens flashed messages to buy products and goods of the many companies centered in the city. I walked faster, and ran passed a ragged man yelling about rockets and outsiders.
“Can’t be possible,” I mumbled, “They can’t be so stupid. Tamf owns every drop of oil.” I hoped I could find someone to talk to about the election, the ragged man, and all my troubles at home. I reached my ledge overlooking the streets when I saw Noelani. “Heh, I hoped to find you, Noelani,” I whispered…
After telepathing with Kirianne for a little, telling her about the plan, I followed in the direction the crazy old man had run to. I saw Minerva, talking to a girl with purple hair. “Hi Minerva. That rumor about the rocket ship sure is strange.”
“Yeah. How could they do it? Nick Tamf owns all the fuel.”
“Maybe they’re going to use a different fuel source.”
“How? Nick owns all the oil, all the solar cells, all the hydroelectric powerplants, all the generators…”
“I dunno. I’d like to go with them. Who’s that?” I pointed to the purple haired girl.
“Oh. She’s Noelani.” I walked over to her, and said hello. Then I heard something. It was a commotion over to the north. I could see Nick Tamf there, and other people. The glow of an EMW caught my eye. I ran over. Nick Tamf, though he was 12 years older than me, was surprisingly agile. He was fighting an attacker.
((Perhaps one of us could be his attempted assassin?))
((31.1 – Thanks.
History: Lived in the city with his parents but, due to questioning the gov. and fighting the police too much, was forced out alone at the age of 13. Has been living in the forest near Tamf’s city since.
Is there anybody who is a part of the Resistance (see, it’s already getting like BA) who is NOT in the cities?))
((Well, their name is “the outsiders”, and there isn’t a formal resistance who is fighting
the bunniesthe government. It’s just a few, fanatical, assassins.))((Me, I suppose. Fenna’s family was forced to move out of the city because of money problems, which still continue by the way. ))
((Oh! Oh! Pick me!!))
I walked down the busy street, my EMW in my bag.
A streeter ((homeless person)) ran by, shrieking, “They’re going to build a rocket ship!!”
I’d thought I’d heard someone listening in on our conversation… No matter. It was true, and the government would have found out sooner or later.
‘Speaking of government…’ I spotted Tamf coming out of his building.
I’d hoped to get to him where no one would see, but I didn’t have a choice. In two days he would have the army, and then escape would be impossible. He had to be gotten rid of today, so we could ‘acquire’ his fuel and resources.
I slipped through the crowd, close enough to see that Tamf had an EMW as well.
‘Well, cake. Hopefully the element of surprise will…
I leaped at him with EMW drawn, and was blocked. I stumbled back, my arms ringing from the shock. Tamf’s bodyguards stepped forward, but he shook his head. ‘Arrogant fool.
Except that he was rapidly gaining the upper hand…
I watched the unknown person attack Nick. Nick was winning, but en was a skilled fighter. En shoved ens EMW up into the air. I hoped they would cut off Nick’s head, but all they did was give him a shave. ((I’m going to PP a little, now. If you don’t like it, I’ll delete it.)) I saw Minerva and Noelani run forwards. There was a large crowd gathering now, watching as the unknown attacker leaped on to Nick, trying to cut off his head. The attacker was light and agile, but Nick was known for his muscle. I sure hope the assassin wins. I thought grimly to myself.
((35- The Resistance is outside the cities mostly, I think… here, let me write myself in.))
JJjetplanegirlw/cats, Enceladus, please read…
((History: Parents were non-corrupted government officials, but when Tamf took over they were assassinated. She never really talks about them, but her mission in life is to try to fix the situation and get Tamf out of power so they won’t have died. She’s devoted herself to learning the use of time machines, realizers and derealizers since she was 12 (when her parents died). She was one of the lucky ones; right after their death, she managed to teleport to the nearest space station and has lived there ever since. She had a telepathy implant put in a year later. She frequently visits the cities to help with the Resistance. She was one of the founders of the rebel group.
Skills: Working with time machines, realizers and derealizers; EMW combat; planning.))
Kirianne paced the metal floor of Room 23A, waiting for the perfect plan to come to her. She needed someone who knew more about history than she did to fix this!
Kirianne! a voice in her telepathy implant buzzed. It was Tithea.
What have you found out, Tithea?
The outsiders–presumably Rebel outsiders–are trying to build a ship. They want to get out of here and found a civilization.
Sounds like a good idea to me, she replied. Yes, I’ve heard of this. Do you know if they’ve built it yet?
No. Some crazy guy just ran up to me, told me and ran off.
I feel really bad for you, Tithea… living in New Chicago, the center of all that corruption.
Where’s 42D orbiting today? he asked conversationally.
Kirianne looked at the viewscreen. Looks like it’s above Crystal Tokyo. ((Yes, that is a Sailor Moon reference.)) Which, of course, Tamf also controls. But at least he doesn’t live there.
He was quiet for a few minutes, then messaged, Speaking of Tamf, he’s right over there! I’d better go check this out. Closing connection.
Uh… okay….
“Connection terminated,” the implant’s little computer-voice announced.
“I’m not stupid,” she mumbled at it.
((I was thinking that maybe Kirianne knows more than she’s saying about the ship–perhaps they’ve already built it, and Eurine is part of a crew taking it for a test drive? And she’s been in contact with Eurine, but she doesn’t want to tell Tithea because she’s worried that someone is hacking into his telepathy implant.
I think the ship should be powered by a solar sail. The characters could probably make that, and Tamf can’t really control it.))
((Perfect! The solar sail is a good idea. And, Eurine being on the ship is a good idea!))
I messaged Kirianne again, to tell her about the about Nick’s assassin.
Kirianne!
Yeah?
In the street, near Grander Park, an assassin lept over to Tamf, trying to attack and kill him!
Is it working?
Well, Tamf is fighting pretty well, but the assassin is small, so she can fight him well.
If she kills him… what’s gonna happen?
I dunno. Here, you can keep working with the realizers/derealizers. I’d like to see one work sometime. I need to get to work.
Bye.
“Connection terminated.”
((But a solar sail will only work once you get into space. You need some sort of booster to get you up into orbit before you can open the sail and start sailing.))
Xavier:
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Xavier started walking to the factory. He heard an old man shouting somewhere in the distance; he could have listened, but he didn’t care that much.
Xavier fell to the ground. He felt a huge surge of energy. He could’ve been fine, but he wasn’t prepared for it. He stood up, not knowing why he fell down, and then he saw something. The blast of an EMW. He didn’t want any gang fights going on near his home so he quickly turned on his EMP (Electro-Magnetic Pulse) blaster. It was very rare, and valuable, but Xavier kept it for times like this. He dashed towards the blast of lights. His EMP blaster was charged and ready. It would ruin all of the electric devices nearby, but at least no one would get killed.
As he ran closer he noticed that one of the people was Nick Tamf. He despised him. He had built the factory that he worked in, and managed his pay, which was barely enough to keep him alive. Xavier wished that he could focus his EMP blaster onto just his gun, but he couldn’t; he didn’t want the other girl to get hurt so decided to save both of their butts.
He took out his EMP, and felt its enormous power. He felt excited, and powerful. Tamf just noticed him and took a bad shot at him, but he was too busy with his assassin. Xavier felt strong, and a few seconds before he was going to pull the trigger, it surged with power and shot a specific pulse towards Tamf’s EMW. It short-circuited, and it couldn’t be used. Tamf stared at the gun in horror as his assassin moved in for the kill. Xavier knew what had happened, but not how. The one thing he knew was that he did not want Nick Tamf’s life on his shoulders. He pocketed his EMP blaster. The girl was smirking as she walked closer to Tamf. She raised her gun.
“STOP!” Xavier shouted.
She glanced at him, as if he had just arrived. She grinned and turned back at Nick. Xavier knew that he couldn’t just watch him die. He felt himself wish that the gun of the assassin would not shoot. e could use the EMP gun, but it would take too long to charge. She shouted something in a different language, but when she pulled the trigger, nothing happened. She pressed it again with the same effect. She was very angry. Tamf began to stand up.
“SIT DOWN!” The assassin demanded.
“Obviously, your weapon isn’t working, so I will have to say goodbye,” He gave a bow and walked away slowly. Everyone knew that he was showing off.
The assassin ran toward him, but Xavier caught her first.
“Stop. Stop.This is not the way,” He advised.
“He’s a horrible man!” She spat on the ground near Xavier’s feet. He felt slightly ashamed, but he just continued his walk to work. She shouted behind him, but he couldn’t here; she was rambling in that other language again.
Xavier smiled as he finally realized how very powerful he was.
((Er… Since when does Fenna speak another language? Next time, please warn me before you change my character like that. Thanks!
Oh, and by the way, EMWs are lightsaber-type things, not guns. ))
Heh-heh, I was thinking Russian.
((SFTDP, and sorry for the couple of mis-spellings. I hope that that post doesn’t interfere with any others that I couldn’t see when I was posting…))
((This is an RPG, and you’re supposed to write it from first person. as in:
I started walking to the factory. I heard an old man shouting somewhere in the distance; I could have listened, but I didn’t care that much.
I fell to the ground. I felt a huge surge of energy. I could’ve been fine, but I wasn’t prepared for it. I stood up, not knowing why I fell down, and then I saw something. The blast of an EMW. I didn’t want any gang fights going on near his home so he quickly turned on my EMP (Electro-Magnetic Pulse) blaster. It was very rare, and valuable, but I kept it for times like this. I dashed towards the blast of lights. My EMP blaster was charged and ready. It would ruin all of the electric devices nearby, but at least no one would get killed.
As I ran closer, I noticed that one of the people was Nick Tamf.I despised him. He had built the factory that I worked in, and managed his pay, which was barely enough to keep him alive. I wished that I could focus hmy EMP blaster onto just his gun, but I couldn’t; I didn’t want the other girl to get hurt so I decided to save both of their butts.
I took out my EMP, and felt its enormous power. I felt excited, and powerful. Tamf just noticed me and took a bad shot at me, but he was too busy with his assassin. I felt strong, and a few seconds before he was going to pull the trigger, it surged with power and shot a specific pulse towards Tamf’s EMW. It short-circuited, and it couldn’t be used. Tamf stared at the gun in horror as his assassin moved in for the kill. I knew what had happened, but not how. The one thing I knew was that I did not want Nick Tamf’s life on my shoulders. I pocketed my EMP blaster. The girl was smirking as she walked closer to Tamf. She raised her gun.
“STOP!†I shouted.
She glanced at me, as if I had just arrived. She grinned and turned back at Nick. I knew that he couldn’t just watch him die. I felt myself wish that the gun of the assassin would not shoot. I could use the EMP gun, but it would take too long to charge. She shouted something in a different language, but when she pulled the trigger, nothing happened. She pressed it again with the same effect. She was very angry. Tamf began to stand up.
“SIT DOWN!†The assassin demanded.
“Obviously, your weapon isn’t working, so I will have to say goodbye,†He gave a bow and walked away slowly. Everyone knew that he was showing off.
The assassin ran toward him, but I caught her first.
“Stop. Stop.This is not the way,†I advised.
“He’s a horrible man!†She spat on the ground near my feet. I felt slightly ashamed, but I just continued my walk to work. She shouted behind me, but I couldn’t here; she was rambling in that other language again.
I smiled as I finally realized how very powerful I was.
((Oh, come on, you don’t HAVE to. I think I only write one RPG from first-person. It’s not a big deal. Lighten up!
))
((Me likeys first person!))
((People can do both, just like people can make their characters both ways.))
That must’ve taken awhile! You could have just said it, but I seem to be more comfortable talking in 3rd person… But I shall try first person, just for you
((Just do third person. I usually do. Don’t listen to Enceladus.))
TOO LATE!
((Ummm… I can’t figure out a way to get my character in! Could some one help?))
((Would you mind being on the space station? I could PP you if you want. You could change your history a little.))
((OK. History: …Has been living in the forest ever since and recently stowed away on a ship going to the space station.))
((I’ve written you in. See 44.))
((By the way, my character will have to join the resistance. At this point she knows nothing about it.))
Walking down the street on the way to buy some new books, I spotted Tamf coming out of a building. “Idiot,” I muttered. Then, I stopped to watch him – get assassinated? Hm. I didn’t know other people hated him as much as I did. It was very interesting…
Totally abandoning all hope of purchasing the latest installment of The Cartoon History of New Chicago, I ran to get a closer look.
LUCKY! You got the 42nd post…
I heard one of Tamf’s guard’s transmitters switch on. “Dispose of her,” Tamf said.
“Sorry boys, time to fly!” I chirped, grabbing the two EMWs on the ground and rapidly sprinting into an alley. I zigzagged down the streets, delving deeper into the dingier parts of the city.
‘I’m in trouble now… He’ll have the police after me, but hopefully there’s citizens that hate him enough to protect me… I should’ve worn a disguise…’
The guards were on my tail, only a couple of streets behind. I quickly turned right, then right again, then left, then I dived through a factory door and locked it behind me, panting heavily.
I looked up, only to see that same boy who’d ruined my EMW staring at me.
“You!” we both said simultaneously.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Hiding. Just let me wait here ’till nighttime, then I can leave the city altogether. Because of you, Tamf will reenforce his security, and I won’t be able to get to him again. He’ll gain control of the army, and then there will be no hope of leaving…”
“Leaving to where?”
“Space, another planet, anywhere but here. But for that we need Tamf’s resources. Now, what did you do to my EMW? Can it be fixed?”
After finishing her conversation with Tithea, Kirianne walked out into the hallway and aimlessly wandered Deck 5. She was bored… bored, bored, bored, and the stupid realizer was broken again.
Not looking where she was going, she bumped straight into someone.
“Sorry!” she gasped, looking up at en…
And found herself looking straight at a door.
Smart, Kiri, reaaaal smart, she thought. I must be losing it.
She turned herself around and stepped into the cantina, where she promptly tripped over the leg of a chair and fell into another chair. This one did have a person occupying it, as she found to her chagrin when he helped her up.
“Uh… hi…” she muttered. “Sorry about that. I’ve been a little distracted lately.”
“No problem,” he mumbled even more quietly than she.
Another antisocial person, huh? she thought.
“I’m Kirianne Wright, by the way.”
“Seth Goldberg,” he said quietly.
“Kirianne!” someone called.
“Got to go…” she said, and rushed off.
Well, THAT was awkward.
((Hmm… *gets idea* Nah, wouldn’t work. Probably. *coughagecough*))
I got into the “car” and headed down the street to the president’s Mansion.
The president has almost no power, a shell of what the powers used to be. but he has the power to move elections up in case of emergencies. this is an emergency.
~~~
Later
I stand behind a wall of bullet-proof glass.
“I have asked His Honor The President to move the election to tomorrow due to the horrific attack by the rebels earlier today.
“Remain calm, remember to vote, and vote for Nick Tamf.”
((Darn. Conflicting plots.
))
Then, Tamf said, “Dispose of her.”
I seriously doubted he meant me, but you could never be too careful. He ‘disposed of’ anybody opposed to him, which I absolutely was. I started fleeing, then stopped. I thought back to the day my parents talked to me about how dangerous opposition to Tamf was, and it would just be better if I worked for him, like they did.
So I made a decision…
“Tamf, is it true you’re hiring?”
((before i got in the car, i geuss? I’m confused))
“Yes. Come to my office at 11:30 tomorrow.”
((Okay, sure.
And I do have a plan…))
((This is becoming quite epic!))
((Sorry about before, Daisy*Chain. I just happen to know that you’re bilingual, and it would be funny to have a character who occasionally rambles in a different language! If you don’t want to go along with it, I don’t care…))
Xavier:
“Wait a sec’! You want to leave Earth!?” I felt excited.
“Did I not just say that!? Now fix my blaster!” She was not happy.
“What? You think I did something?” I said innocently.
“I KNOW YOU DID SOMETHING, AND FIX IT NOW!”
“OK, OK! The truth is, I don’t really know just what I did, so I can’t help you…” I saw the anger building up-
“WHAT!?”
“Oh, alright… I’ll give it a shot…”
I picked up the EMW. It glimmered from the faint holographic signs and billboards. I noticed just how complex and beautiful this gun was. Then I thought about the surge of electricity that comes through it; the slight, blue glow of the wires. The gun was powered up again before I knew it.
“Um, here ya’ go.” I said dismally. The girl looked surprised.
“Oh. Thanks…”
“No problem, but I have a question. Can I join you on this ship?”
“I dunno’! I’m hoping that I can hitch a ride! Let alone a factory worker…”
I blinked as I realized that she was talking about me.
“Oh. Then I guess my family wouldn’t be able to come either…”
“Look, I don’t know anything about this whole ordeal; I just want to get off this planet before…”
“Before what?”
“Before bad things happen! I gotta’ go…” She began to make her way onto the street.
“Wait!” I shouted.
She turned around, “What?”
“I never got your name.”
She smirked.
“It’s Fenna.” She shouted back as she joined a group of people on their way to work.
“Fenna…”
I would have to remember that name.
((It’s also becoming sorta cyberpunk-ish. I’m going to teleport to the ship, and do some
fundangerous experimenting with the realizers & derealizers.))((I’m on the space station, not the ship; are you going to teleport to where I am or to where JJjetplane is?))
((Yeah. I got confused
))
((Yeah, what? The space station or the ship? I’m assuming the station. SudoRandom will be joining us shortly. I’m in the cantina, if you want to find me, but don’t write yourself in as the person who called me. That’s Sudo.))
((Ok. I’ll message you after SudoRandom posts. By the way, SudoRandom, is you name like PseudoRandom, as in fake-ly random?))
No, It means “Run following command as root command” when writing a program. Kind of, “You must do this. There is no choice.” But For IlluMiminati, I am PseudoSudoRandom.
Super User DO.
I love Linux/Unix/BSD
((I thought it was from Sudowoodo – a Pokemon – combines with ‘random’, but that’s just me.
Anyway, back to the plot!
))
SFTDP
The EMW is like a lightsaber, not a gun.
((OOPS! Sorry for the misunderstanding…))
((Name: Odus Milo
Age: 13.
Physical description: Bald. (Hair never grew back after spraying his head with chemicals during goverment testing of his brain). Skin color- Dark brown. Height: Short for his age.
Personality: Is usually outgoing, sometimes even rude, but has been getting more timid, and is constantly almost at tears from his search.
Skills: Telekinesis, (Toned way down with drawbacks to stay away from Mary Sueness, and approved by RQ) High pain tolerance, survival skills, learned a bit about brains (and the quality of government meals) in his captivity.
History: Ran away from home at age 6, but then got scared and tried to go back, but was caught by secret police force run by Tamf. They took him to a laboratory to study his brain and learn about his high pain immunity, hoping to use it on their own men, but he escaped at age 11 (when they were close to a major breakthrough) by patching himself to a telekinesis prototype patch that they were working on. Since it was a prototype, it didn’t work very well, and since he was 11, he didn’t patch it very well, so he blacks out and has seizures at random moments. Patch is unreliable and occasionally acts up. When he escaped and got home, his family was gone. After searching for years, he found an anonymous tip mentioning Kirianne Wright. He researched the name, and was led to the space station. Has believed all these years that he was going to find his family, but is losing hope.))
I had spotted her. The girl who was going to answer the question I had had for the longest 2 years of my life. She didn’t look quite as young as the girl I had seen in the photographs, but there was no mistaking her hair, her eyes, her boots. I had spent the last year studying every single one of her physical attributes. I knew this what this girl looked like better than her parents did. In my excitement I had accidentally called her name, and she turned and left the boy she was talking to.
I knew I would get another chance to talk to her, when I was more prepared, but I had been waiting for this moment for to long to leave now. And if I was honest with myself, I was never going to be more prepared. I had the note, the pictures, and I had been rehearsing myself to sleep everyday since I had found the note in my secret hidey-hole. I was ready.
She was in front of me now, and seemed to tower over me.
“What do you want?”, she asked me. I could feel my blood rocketing around my veins.
“You are Kirianne Wright?”, I wasn’t going to let anything stop me. I was this close to finding my family.
“I am.”
“I am Odus Milo.”
“Nice to meet you, Odus. Is there something you wish to speak with me about?”
“Don’t play games with me. You know why I’m here.”
“No, I honestly don’t.”, she replied. I was starting to get panicked. “If you’re just wasting my time, then I don’t particularly appreciate it. I don’t know who you think you are, but some of us have work to do. Goodbye.”
She turned and left.
“Wait!” I grabbed her arm. This moment was trying to pass me by, and I wasn’t to let it. Nothing could stop me.
Then I blacked out.
“Wait!” The strange boy called after her, and grabbed her arm. She turned, unwillingly. What did he think he was doing? He must be crazy.
Suddenly, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped into his chair.
“What the….” she whispered. For once, she had absolutely no idea what to do.
Wright to Sickbay! she messaged Dr. Richardson. Some random person over here just blacked out. We’re in the cantina on Deck 5. I think the kid has lost it–he says he’s looking for me and seems to think I know what he wants.
You don’t? asked the doctor.
No, of course not! I’ve never even seen him before!
I’ll send a team over.
“Connection terminated.”
Kirianne said, “Got to go…” and walked off. I wandered aimlessly around the station before stumbling upon a computer. I turned it on and looked at various pages of information before stumbling upon one that caught my eye. It read:
Planet name: Cybertron
Date of Origin: Unknown
Composition: Mostly mechanic
Points of Interest: Home of the Autobots and the Decepticons, two warring groups of robots with the power to transform into vehicles. Current state of conflict: inconclusive.
Interesting…, I thought to myself. I marked it for later reference.
((Hey, I-Man? I was kinda sorta thinking of… oh, never mind, I guess I’ll develop it later. *mutters to self*))
I think I know what you were thinking, RQ.
((I know you know what I was thinking. I told you what I was thinking.))
Nice reference to Transformers.
((Gaaah, I ♥ Death Note waaay too much…))
((Seriously, my character is almost exactly like L… m(_ _)m
Name: Dayne Netoros
Age: 24
Psychical description: Black, medium length, messy hair. Black panda eyes. Slouches and never wears socks. Chews nails and likes strawberries.
Description: A very logical thinker (and a pretty good hacker). Detective, barely goes from 42D onto Earth, but is a good fighter. Really odd.
I’m so ashamed of my fandom. (T.T) ))
I stared at the holographic computer screen, chewing my thumbnail. Nick Tamf was easy yet hard to unravel. I had been working on him for 3 hours straight, watching video clips, pictures, and reading numerous investigation turnouts. He seemed arrogant, but was arrogant because he thought that, unlike the rest of the population, he was “good.” I uttered a short, grim laugh, and went back to watching a video clip of him. The same group of people were always scattered around him, following him, wherever he went. Then I watched some security footage from his city I had hacked to my computer. A girl attacked him, and immediately that same group of people surrounded him and defended him. “Bodyguards,” I muttered, scratching that down in my notebook. 51 pages devoted to capturing him and counting.
I stretched my arms up and out, yawning. I stood up, wobbling slightly. Three hours sitting in that chair had taken it’s toll on me. “I’ll be happier when that power hungry moron is captured,” I muttered, heading out of my room to get some strawberries.
((Don’t be ashamed! I love Death Note too!))
((It’s funny to see L in the first person))
((*highfive* It’s weird to write it. (if you go on DeviantArt, find out about SilentReaper’s Death Note comics. They are funny.)))
((And now you’re going to take a potato chip… and eat it! Right?))
Eurine
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Sigh. Another day on the spaceship. Everyone else my age wouldn’t even bother to say hello to me, just because they are related to Tamf and I’m related to his head guard. Grrrr. I walked over to the window with the only view of the space station and what lies beyond it, the cities Outsiders. I noticed two figures there – one who grabbed the other and suddenly blacked out. I have got to get out and help. My medical expertice can actually do something! I grabbed my Realizer, Derealizer, and teleportation device, then broke free of this prison of the wealthy.
((umm… I’m on the Space Station))
((Oh! Sorry. I’ve been a little out of touch.
))
‘Sokay. *Huggles*.
At my job, I was working fine, until a fire broke out. It raced across the jobs center, burning buildings and killing. I ran to the nearest teleporter, I messaged Kirianne.
Hi, it’s me again. A fire broke out in the jobs sector, and I need a place to hide.
Sure. I’ll be at the teleporter.
I pressed “42D space station” as the destination. The glowing screen of electrons came down. These electrons were entangled with ones at the space station, and when I stepped though, I would come out there, as well as passing through. The me that was in the jobs sector would be burnt by the incinerator that flared up behind the screen. It gave it a ghostly glow, like a bright, white door surrounded by flames. I ran into the door, and flew out into the space station, where a surprised Kirianne watched.
“Yes. Come to my office at 11:30 tomorrow,†he replied. Tamf then hopped into a car and drove off.
“I need to find that assassin,” I muttered to myself, and started seeking the assassin…
((Okay, now that I’ve put myself in a semi-decent-okay position, I’m going to be gone Sunday to Saturday (leaving early tomorrow morning) in Vancouver… Sorry. I forgot to mention that earlier.
It’s going to be a full week, so if you guys continue the story I’m probably going to miss a lot. So… yeah. I’ll still be on for the rest of the night (maybe). Just alerting you. And SFTDP.))
((Gosh, 130 posts already? Okay, I’ll be one of the people on 42D with RoseQuartz:
Name: Zerzura “Zee” Leonov
Age: 38
Looks: Short black hair, brown eyes, light brown skin. (Russian/Arab ancestry) Wears t-shirts or turtlenecks with canvas pants and a denim jacket.
Personality: Curious, intelligent, self-doubting, but with a good sense of humor.
Skills: Linguistics, engineering, planning.
History: Born in a Mars colony, traveled to Earth to study spacecraft design during Tamf’s rise. After several students she knew well were “disappeared” for protesting against Tamf, joined 42D to aid the resistance.))
Zerzura:
The score was 6-6 on the cantina’s air hockey table and I was watching my opponent like a hawk through the purple glow of the blacklight that hung over the table. When everything down below seemed so hopeless, this was the perfect relief, hunched over the table, my fingers clenching my mallet and the air that kept the puck aloft blowing across my arms.
I blocked a shot at my goal, sending the puck to the far corner. My opponent caught it as it bounced off the corner, sending it into a direct shot at my goal. I wasn’t going to fall for that-
A sudden series of gasps caused us both to abandon the game and look over, to see the boy at a nearby table who had just passed out. Kirianne was sitting nearby, already contacting Sickbay.
The puck flew into my goal and the game was over, but I didn’t care about that now. I had already hurried over to see if I could be of assistance.
((Dayne grew up in Crystal Tokyo, by the way.))
I walked over to the cafeteria on deck 2, still analyzing the Tamf guy. He couldn’t just be power hungry, there must be something else. He knows there are people trying to bring him down because of the assassin, so he’ll probably try to go for bigger and bigger to put off any other motives from other people’s minds, people who are trying to get the world better again. I looked down out of a passing pod window. Aha, Crystal Tokyo. I think l shall request to go down there; I haven’t been there in quite some time.
I reached the cafeteria, and got a piece of strawberry cake. I sat down with it at a table in a far corner, and started eating. Yum.
((Now would be the ideal time for someone who wants to join to create a character and that character should see me and attempt to talk to me. (o_-) ))
“Minerva!” I gasped suddenly, shaken. “You KNOW you can’t be here, they’ll find out about me being a Resister! I need to go talk to my dad’s boss, anyways…look, I’m gonna leave this with you-” I tossed a small computer chip into her hand- “and you’ll see me later.”
I hurried off, deciding to grab a bite to eat first, so I went to the cafeteria before talking to Mr. Sado. I was going to be hired, even if it required indecent exposure on my behalf…nah, I wouldn’t do THAT.
I looked up, gasped, and wondered just how many people I’d meet again today. “Hey, Dayne~!” I trilled, already writing out on my holojector-in my (Half-Blood Prince second line title handwriting) slightly sloppy handwriting what EXACTLY I needed to find and do.
((Dayne is on the space station. I thought your character was in New Chicago? Or am I confused?))
*Day Change*
I wake up, per normal, at 12.
Flipped on the TV.
“Exit polls are reporting that Nick Tamf has received over 90% of the vote in today’s election.”
I ran out onto the space station ((
)) , and to the unconsious guy on a hover-chair. I used a handheld x-ray to examine his head, and discovered a telekinesis prototype patch in his head – badly placed. Moving quickly, I removed the oddity. Funny, I’ve only seen that version when my dad snuck me into the government labs to study the equipment. He woke with a jolt.
“It’s okay,” I whispered.
((Kokonilly, are you still on?))
I strolled out of the factory, trying to look as nonchalant as possible and blending into the crowds.
Inside I was on hyper-alert, constantly watching for any sign of the government. Tamf’s guards would have moved on by now, but they were still too close, I knew. It would have been safer to have waited inside the factory, but my love of dramatic exits prevented me from doing so.
‘Stupid…’ Now I couldn’t go back without looking ridiculous.
((Ok, I’m going to be away for 3 weeks, so RQ gets to PP my character.))
62-((She’s away Saturday-Sunday. She posted it here.))
After finishing my meeting with Mr. Sado (my dads’ boss, he ran the tech-developing branch of government scientists), I walked over to a factory for no reason really…well, actually, because I needed to find out things!
There was some girl on hyper-alert, and I worried…so I decided to use my telepathy from my implant to contact her.
Hello? Anyone there? If you can hear this, I’m over at the edge of the crowd. Are you a Resister? Please? I finished my thought-send to the girl, hoping that she was a Resister, like me…
((Name: Errata
Age: 23
Background:
Has worked as an undercover agent for the government for the past ten years, specializes in disguising herself and hacking. (No, not copying you, Zinc. My BA character has been able to do that for a month or so, real time. It would get redundant to have two good hackers though, so I think she’s mostly good at disguise.) Her current assignment is finding people disrupting the peace. She has no memory of her family, and suspects her memory was modified to make her forget them. She also has a telepathy implant, which she hacked into and reprogramed so it connects to some channels that the government doesn’t monitor. She likes her privacy.))
I scanned this HyperPage ((website)). Didn’t look like there was anything suspicious about this one, so I moved on. This was a tedious job, but it paid well and offered protection. I wouldn’t have traded it for anything. I wasn’t sure what would happen when Tamf got elected, though. I had always disliked the man, but it wasn’t smart to show it.
Errata, could you create a new HyperPage celebrating Tamf’s triumphant victory in the election? Don’t post it, the victory hasn’t happened yet.
So typical. Tamf was sure he’d win, so sure he was already celebrating. Of course, he would win, so it didn’t really matter, but still…
Errata?
Yes, Sir. I’ll get on that right away.
This’ll be fun. I can be the worst hypocrite of all time. I hate Tamf.
I jolted as someone else’s thoughts rang through my head.
‘Am I going insane??’
But no, there was the girl standing at the edge of the street, as promised. I walked over to her.
“Do you recognize me?”
She shook her head.
“But you know who I am?”
She nodded.
‘A telepath, then.’
She nodded again.
“So, how can I help you? Since you’re so obviously looking for a Resister.”
((Can I be the girl? P*ease? I’m not a telepath, though…..))
((Oh, sorry. Never mind…))
((I think I shall join. And my character shall NOT have blond hair and blue eyes!
Name: Lynette “Lynnie” Rose
Age: 14
Looks: Short and skinny. Longish black hair, dyed so it has silver sparkles in it. Pale skin and blue eyes.
Personality: Very intelligent, but afraid of many things and dislikes trying new things.
History: Both her parents work on the space station, so she lives there. She hopes to work there herself someday, and helps with random jobs around the station.))
((Hey, do you mind if I bring your character into the story? We could be (*gasp*) friends.))
I woke up that morning, my arm still sore. When Noelani and I had ran to do something about the assasin and Nick, two people had pulled us back. “Everyone says I’m too young,” I murmured, and then heaved myself up. I once again examined the computer chip on my night table, and wondered what to do with it. Maybe I’d find Noelani today. I wished I could take part in the Resister’s plans. I dressed and walked downstairs, to find breakfast sitting on the table and my foster father reading the news on his device.
“Hi, Minerva,” he said, looking up, “What’s this I read about an assasin?”
I explained to him what had happened, but, for some reason, said nothing about Noelani’s chip. I ate quickly, brushed my teeth, and was out of the door and into the city before I knew it. I rushed through the crowds, ignoring holo-screens and sellers, street musicians and tourists. I hoped to find someone to talk to, today I needed that.
((How many characters are there?!))
Xavier:
—I have to go to work. I walk down out of the alley, and into the crowded streets. I see the large group of people that Fenna walked with. She isn’t there anymore. I wonder where she went, but I realize that this isn’t the time for a scavenger hunt.
—There’s the shouting again. I have to ignore it. I began my walk to work, hopefully without any interruptions.
—There is no Sun, only green clouds, tainted with today’s array of chemicals. People where torn space suits, raggedy suits, rags, anything that will keep them somewhat protected from the harmful gases from burning their skin. I wear a work-jumpsuit. At least it’s clean and un-torn. The apartment buildings wane over me, reaching above the clouds. The sidewalk is graffiti-covered and cracked.
—I feel a new rage against the government. They have more than enough money to provide food, clothing, and shelter. They didn’t have give hand-outs, but people were dying of hunger, disease, chemicals, and lots of people are killing themselves. It’s hell, here, I think. I should help these people, but how? I’m a lowly factory worker…
—But there was talk of rebellion. Talk of a space ship. I’m going to part of that. To get revenge. Salvation. It doesn’t have to be through murder. I can make a difference. I can overthrow the government. But for now, I needed to go to work.
—I walk up to the factory and see the pipes shoving a red steam into the air. I wonder what injuries today’s work would bring me.
((16. I counted them all. Yikes!))
((Oops. 17.))
((Cake. I’m late as usual. Would someone mind telling me where everyone is, and maybe where I could come in?))
((It would be nice if you could be on the ship… I believe we’d decided that there’s a team of people taking it for a test drive, but no one has volunteered yet. The ship has a solar sail, but according to Kai, it will need a small amount of fuel to get started. If you can figure out where the Resistance got enough fuel for a test drive and the real thing without getting caught by Tamf, you’re good.))
((Uhm….I could have….never mind. I just need to know where some of you are so I can meet up with you.))
After making sure the boy got safely to sickbay, Kirianne got a cryptic message from Tithea–something about a fire? She was worried. She raced down to the teleporter room to meet him, ignoring the commotion that had suddenly developed.
“Tithea! Are you all right?”
“I think so,” he said, dusting himself off. “There was a fire in the jobs sector. I don’t know what caused it.”
“I’ve been having a busy day over here, too. Some random kid calling himself ‘Odus Milo’ showed up in the cantina, insisted that I knew who he was and what he wanted, and blacked out.”
He stared at her. “Milo?” he asked. “Are you sure that was the last name?”
“Yes, do you know who he is?”
“No… but my parents have mentioned that name before. Something about a disappearance.”
I wonder if my parents knew them? she thought, then pushed the thought quickly away. No matter what the boy was trying to do, it was none of her business.
“I’m going to research him in the database,” she said. “Tithea, you can take 35A as quarters if you need to stay here overnight. For now, why don’t you go to the cantina? I’m sure there are some other Resisters here that you could find out information from.”
After Tithea had left, Kirianne walked to the nearest computer bank and commanded, “Computer. Show database listing for Odus Milo.”
The readout came up after a few minutes.
Odus Milo
Here there was an old holograph. He looked very young–it was definitely not recent.Age: 13
Status: MissingPresumed Location: ? (last seen at Government Lab 004)
Government lab?
“Computer. Listings for last name Milo living in or outside New Chicago.”
“There is only one listing for last name Milo. Odus Milo, age–”
“Yes, okay, computer. Shut up already and show me the full database. Manual search.”
The database came up. Sighing, she went through the alphabetical order, and found only one listing for “Milo.” There was a large “MISSING” next to it. She touched it, just to see if it was anything different.
When she walked away from the computer bank five minutes later, she knew considerably more about Odus Milo’s mission… but there was still the matter of how–and why–he’d found her.
Name: Agent X
Age: 23
Personality: Outgoing, but secretive.
History: ‘Drug dealer’. Smuggles in chocolate, caffeine (now outlawed in cities). Doesn’t like government. Will smuggle chocolate, tea or coffee to whoever wants it and is in the city.
“With exit polls reporting 96% wins for Tamf and the National Party, It seems very possible that Tamf and his party will sweep the Parliament and gain every seat”
Eurine
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Grrrr! I listened to the news report from the computer at the Sickbay. Lynnie helped me pull this guy into the place. He kept muttering the name Kirianne Wright in his sleep so I decided to look her up:
“History: Parents were non-corrupted government officials, they were assassinated when Tamf took over. She’s devoted herself to learning the use of time machines, realizers and derealizers since she was 12 (when her parents died). She was one of the lucky ones; right after their death, she managed to teleport to the nearest space station and has lived there ever since. She had a telepathy implant put in a year later. She frequently visits the cities to help with the Resistance. She was one of the founders of the rebel group.
Skills: Working with time machines, realizers and derealizers; EMW combat; planning.”
Hmm. She seems interesting. Working for the Resistance is a tough job, and has skills in EMW combat? Man, she’s tough. Maybe we could hang out sometime.
At that point, the mystery man woke up.
“Kirianne?” he muttered.
“Are you okay?” I asked, “What’s your name?”
“Milo,” he said, “Odus Milo.”
My eyes grew wide. I recognized him from the government ghost story my father would tell me every night when I was little.
Kirianne decided to visit Odus in Sickbay. She hoped he was okay. He’d certainly been through a lot…. poor thing.
((Someone can bump into me in the hall or something. I don’t want to control anyone’s characters… but it looks like I-Man and Kai aren’t doing anything right now, so if you want something to do…))
After looking up some more things, I got bored and left the room. I decided to walk around the space station to find out where everything was. As I walked around, I saw Kirianne walking away from a computer. I caught up to and said, “Hi.”
“Hi.”
“Where you going?”
“Sickbay. I want to visit this one kid who blacked out in front of me earlier. He says his name is Odus Milo.”
At that I stopped, grabbed her by the shoulders, and turned her to face me. Could it be? I thought, and said aloud, “Odus Milo?”
“Yes…” she said uncertainly.
“You sure he said that?”
“Yes…”
“Odus Milo, my best friend until he ran away at age 6?” I pressed.
“Um… maybe?” she said.
I let go and started running like heck towards Sickbay. Well, well, well, I thought, Odus Milo…
I looked at the girl, with sharp intent flashing in my eyes.
Well, I need help with info, I’ll give you anything you need in return. I’m Noelani Lin, otherwise known as fAiRyDrAgOn in the Resister group.
It took the girl-Fenna, I’d probed her mind-a second to comprehend what I’d just said. “L-Lin? But that’s the name of a famous scientist!”
Yeah, I sighed, I’m his daughter. But back to business-I need to contact Kirianne! I’ve almost surely got a job secured at the Headquarters of the Will Erection And Prevention Options-Neutral Branch…in other words, the WEAPON branch. My dad got transferred there recently, he’s hinting that they’re working on something big to help Tamf in his glorious rule and to help the police. I need a full removal team after I find out what it is they’re working on…can you help me with getting to Kirianne? I almost pleaded, my eyes both begging and being unreadable.
((TMFA, you can PP me.
And I will have access to Internet, but it’s on an iPod touch. So I can’t exactly post a novel here.
))
“All right. I suppose I’ll try to help you as best as I can. If you’ll tell me how… Who’s Kirianne?”
((Argh, sorry, massive writer’s block!! Help? (-_-;) ))
((May I join? What are the plot outlines, character types, and other such details, as I am too lazy to read the thread right now? Thanks.))
((Sure thing!
Basic plot: It is the year 2100 (I think). The government of America has been taken over and corrupted by Nick Tamf and his guys. The majority of the world is divided into two sections: the cities, which are beautiful and great; and the areas outside the cities, where people have to work 24/7 to support the cities. There is an unofficial Resistance trying to stop him. Some people are in the spaceship Deep Space 42, and some are in Tamf’s city.
Character types are mostly human, although if you want you could do an alien or someone with anime/manga style characteristics.
Technology –
Blasters
EMWs (basically like lightsabers)
time travel machines (we’re still debating the actual time where we can travel – I say travel to any time we want)
realizers – makes fictional characters (from books, games, etc.) real
derealizers – makes real people book/game/etc. characters
That’s about it, I think.))
((DS 42 is a space station, not a ship. I think.))
((Space station.))
((I meant space station. Love the references to Star Trek and HHG2TG, by the way.
Small question: On earth, are the cities physically divided from the outside region by anything? Like a huge wall or a dome? Because if so, we are seriously ripping off Soldiers of Halla.))
((I’d say there is probably some kind of forcefield, but you’d have to ask Enceladus. Which means you’d have to wait three weeks.
We’re seriously ripping off a lot of sci-fi, and fantasy, and manga, here. That’s what makes it so much fun.
))
((No, but this is like, a DIRECT rip-off of the last Pendragon book. There’s only one difference: the people living outside the cities have to work to keep them going.))
((Oh, cool! I’ll do manga style, and I’m outside city. Description below.
Name: Kaylee Smith
Long dark brown hair, usually in a thick braid that is down to waist, huge, piercing emerald eyes, does martial arts, (yeah, I’m thinking Ranma 1/2 here a bit) is super-athletic, etc.
Personality:
hot-tempered, though loyal to friends, and always getting into fights. Could be called a bandit sometimes. She also has an unexpected side that is kind and compassionate, and she always helps those in need.
History:
Uh, all I’ve decided so far is that she’s an orphan, and doesn’t know who her parents are. Smith is just the name she was given at the orphanage-ish type of place that she was brought up in. ))
((Yay, I’m popular!))
((Also has stupid writers block.))
I have a new character!
Name: NTMOZX-13 (Rankine)
Age: 50.25 Years
Dimensions: 5’6″ tall, 2’1″ wide, 7″ deep, 145 lbs.
Power Level: 9,645
Type: Mechalanoid/Satellite
Data: An “ancient” ‘satellite’ sent up into orbit by the mad scientist Dr. Magnus 50 years ago, This ‘satellite’ is actually a powerful doomsday robot. It has many attacks and is intended to start the apocalypse 100 years after its launch. Dr. Magnus is now 20 years dead, but his creation lives on, running off an infinite power source. Unfortunately for Dr. Magnus, and fortunately for us, a freak cosmic storm that occurred 17 years ago erased most of Rankine’s memory, so he no longer remembers that he is meant to destroy the cosmos. He does occasionally get a terrible headache along with a strange dream that instructs him to destroy something in order to get revenge for something. He is presently in satellite mode, but a comet headed straight for him might change that. He is almost certainly a ticking time bomb, but he has no idea…
Kirianne is the leader of the Resisters. I need help finding her, so I can give her the info I just told you…it’s to dangerous for others to find out, because I could be killed! I broke off as I saw one of my father’s coworkers passing by, who noticed me as well.
“Hello, Miss Lin! You’ll be a great addition to our team, your father has told us about your technological genius. Are you able to come in for a briefing later today about your position? Mr. Bester needs you in for it in about an hour!”
I sighed mentally, than used my real voice-which was smooth, silky, and dangerous.
“I’ll be there to speak with Mr. Bester after I finish with this girl, I’ve heard that she’s very strange and I was wondering if it was true,” I finished, slipping my blaster out from my [Cloak? Jacket?] behind me and showing it to the man. He nodded, replied “See you there,” and walked off.
I relaxed again. Sorry about that, I replied to Fenna. Like I said, it’s dangerous to be seen talking to others who aren’t trusted. But I need to find Kirianne…before it’s too late…I heard she’s up at the Space Station, but I can’t get there on my own! I pulled out a button from inside my robes, which activated the computer chip I’d given to Minerva. It would, I knew, start emitting a shrill shriek instantly-that only she could hear! After she pulled it out, it would holographically project my location. I needed Minerva and Fenna now…before I couldn’t stop it anymore.
((Help? Someone?))
((Two things: A, do you want to be on Earth or in the station; B, do you mind if I PP you?))
((Yes, please PP me. I just need someone to get me in.))
((Oh, and I don’t care where I am. Whatever works.))
Qutie a few of us are either on the space station or at the Sickbay. The others are in the city, so you can be pretty much anywhere. We need to have people that work for Tamf, though. Just my opinion. And that would be in the city. Does that help?))
A boy ran into my patient’s room, and a girl who matched Kirianne’s picture on the computer followed in.
“Kirianne Wright. Huh, just my luck. You do happen to know Odus?” I stepped aside and gestured at him with a flourish of my hand.
“ODUS!!!!!” the boy screamed.
“How do you know my name?” Kirianne asked me. I pointed at the computer.
“He mumbles your name in his sleep. I guess you aren’t part of the welcoming commitee.” I looked over to see two old friends catch up on each other’s lives. Odus told me about Seth. “So . . . “
Zerzura:
Eurine removed a patch from the head of the boy who had fainted. She looked at it, seemingly in shock.
The boy’s eyes opened.
She whispered “It’s okay.” to him, before pocketing the patch and helping him get to Sickbay. I followed, just in case help was needed, and when it apparently wasn’t, I sat down and listened to the computer giving the news.
“With exit polls reporting 96% wins for Tamf and the National Party, It seems very possible that Tamf and his party will sweep the Parliament and gain every seatâ€
“Lying, cheating, snake.” I muttered.
Kirianne entered the room and the boy apparently recognized her. Eurine let them be, and I figured it was the appropriate time to ask her about the patch. She pulled it out to show me.
“It looks like an advanced telekinesis patch- very well made, complex connections, these materials are expensive… it must have come from a government lab.” I said, turning it over in my hands.
“That’s why I gasped. It looks like the ones I saw when my father snuck me into the top secret facilities.”
((A small note: I know everyone is enjoying the fact that we finally have a brand-new RPG (heh, 174 posts in 3 days), but can we please try not to abandon the other RPG threads?))
((That would be a good idea; however, I can’t think of anything.
Would you care to RP your meeting with Odus, since I happen to know SudoRandom isn’t here at the moment?))
((Ngggh, I can’t think of anything!))
Nobody can, old buddy.
((It would appear so, yes. I would PP you guys, but I can’t think of anything either.))
((I’m not abandoning, I’m just out of ideas for BA.))
I glanced at the screen over Odus’ head. It showed his blood pressure, breathing rate, heart rate, body temperature, telepathic activity, and such. Fairly normal, except for unusually high telepathic activity. Must have an implant, I thought. I’d always wanted one, but I had spent most of my carefully saved money on the glitter hair treatment. If only I had known about the implants then!
Eurine pulled a patch from Odus’ head. The telepathy level dropped to zero as the patch left his body. Zee came over to look. “It looks like an advanced telekinesis patch,” she said, turning it over in her hands. “Very well made, complex connections, these materials are expensive… it must have come from a government lab.”
“That’s why I gasped,” said Eurine. “It looks like the ones I saw when my father snuck me into the top secret facilities.”
“Top secret facilities?” I repeated, entering the conversation. “On Earth? How would he get something from there?” I knew nothing about him, except his name. If I was going to be a station medic, I should make a point of learning more about the patients.
“Listen,” I told Noelani. “We have to find a way to stop Tamf from getting hold of the army, at least temporarily.”
I glanced around quickly for any eavesdroppers. I saw none, but I decided to just let Noelani read my thoughts; if anyone heard this, we were both as good as dead.
‘If that means bombing the army’s weapons headquarters, so be it. We need to get supplies to build the rocket.’
“The rocket has already been built- we’ve got it hidden in a patch of woods outside this city. It’s run by a solar sail, but we need fuel to get it up into space.” She replied.
‘Fine. We can blow up the army’s weapons and while Tamf is distracted with that, we will steal fuel from his private stores. I know someone who can help us obtain some explosives…’
((Fishy… What do you say to having your character work in a weapons [*coughExplosivescough*] factory? *hinthint* ))
((Umm, the plot lines seem a bit tangled. JJjetplane vs. KaiYves and Rainbow*Star. Why don’t we use the second one. More people are following it. (posts 86 vs. 87 & 89)))
((I don’t see any problems. The plot appears to be flowing fine.))
In 86, I’m awake, and in 87 & 89, I’m still out.
((Actually, you’re awake in 86 and 87, and still out in 89, although Rainbow*Star didn’t actually mention that you’re still out.))
“With 100% of the vote in, all except for one seat in parliament was taken by Nick Tamf’s National Party, grating Tamf a landslide and Head of parliament and Head of the Army. The first session of the new parliament starts tomorrow.”
I hired Kokonilly.
I raced through the city, deciding I would try to find someone fast, someone who could explain something and help me with the computer chip. I fingered the chip in my pocket, and nearly tripped. I looked down, and ran into someone…
((Noelani/AvalonGirl- I’m going to a place with no computers, so you get my character for four days.))
Out in the asteroid belt, Rankine floated through space, unaware of the impending danger. The comet came closer and closer, and was on a direct path towards earth…
((Since Dayne is ignored and reclusive, I’ll make another character. And she will not be a copy of Raito!
Name: Fira Lontel
Age: 15.
Desccription: Short bright auburn hair, black eyes, short, thin. Good with weapons and her bare hands. Has a short temper and a sharp tongue. Underpaid worker in the explosives factory. Can smuggle out dynamite and sell it in the black market. Know’s the city’s undergrounds. Resents the upper class.
Small secret: Is actually saving up for telepathic implant.
93-((That’s suckish.
I’ll try to, though…
90-lolwhut? I never mentioned an army!))
I did a telepathic prod, searching for Minerva. Yes! She was coming this way fast.
Just a minute, I told Fenna. I was right-about a minute, later, Minerva showed up. She gaped at Fenna, and I quickly said out loud “Minerva, meet Fenna-Fenna, meet Minerva.” Than I switched to telepathy.
Like I was saying, I continued, the rocket’s fuel isn’t the problem. The problem is that the WEAPON branch of the government scientists is building some kind of weapon…it sounds like a hypnotizer, or something similar. I’ve got a job there now, but it will be too late if I wait…TONIGHT, I’m gonna need a LEPrecon unit.
Minerva blinked in alarm-she knew what I was talking about. LEPrecon was the term used to refer to a highly advanced spy with amazing skills in fighting, stealth, cunning, and healing!
Fenna, I’ll explain later-right now, I think our top priority should be destroying that hypnotizer-if it’s what I think it is-and destroying all the files pertaining to it in that building for the WEAPON scientists. Because if we don’t… I let it trail off there, but Minerva had figured out the answer.
“We’ll be dead.”
((TMFA mentioned that when Tamf won the election, he would gain control of the army and begin to conquer new land. And become unstoppable. And then we can’t get fuel for the rocket.
] ))
But I agree, your plan seems more urgent right now. [we can blow up the army later…
Eurine
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I took Lynnie outside of the Sickbay room to explain. I never told her – for her safety. She’s my best friend!
“My father is Head of the Guard. That was my only way onto the ship,” I confessed to Fynnie. She seemed awestruck. “He IS part of the Resistance, as I told you, but he just works from the inside. I’d never lie to you, Lynnie. We grew up together.”
“Sorry. I was just really suprised.”
“No problem. Anyway, back to Odus.”
We walked back into his room.
((Someone? Please???? Help?))
((What do you need help with?))
((Writing myself in. I don’t know where I am, where anyone else is, where anywhere is, or what we’re all supposed to be doing at the moment. If someone could PP me in, that would be really nice.))
((Semi-brainwave!))
“ODUS!” someone screamed.
I jolted. My first instinct was to run, but the person had known my name. Nobody knew my name. Was it my family? I sat up- then remembered where I was, what had happened. I wanted to cry. Everyone knew who I was, no doubt, but I had gained nothing. I had only lost. Lost my secrets, my possessions, lost my last hope, I had, in essence, lost my life. ((I just lost the game!)) A boy ran in, about 1 to 1 1/2 years older then me, and cried, “Odus!” again.
I stared at him blankly. He looked disappointed.
“Odus, it’s me. Seth.”
“Who?”
“Seth Goldberg!”
I didn’t know what this guy was talking about. “…Do you know where my family is?”
“No…”, He looked confused. “Odus! It’s me! Seth Goldberg!”
“Am I supposed to know what that means? If you’re a celebrity, then I don’t care.”
“Seth” looked panicked. “Odus! It’s me! Your best friend from childhood!”
“I’m sure you are. Now run back to your little celebrity spaceship and blast back to Earth to have tea with Nick Tamf and the rest of his government goons.” This guy was ticking me off. Who did he think he was, barging in on me like this and trying to play games with my mind?
“Odus, I’m not a celebrity. And I don’t like the government any more than you do. So could you just please remember who I am?” The guy looked close to tears. If this was an act, he was a good actor.
“If you’re my best friend, why don’t I remember you?”, I asked.
“I was going to ask the same question.”
((Darn you. So did I.))
((NOBODY PP THE REASON! I DON’T WANT TO HAVE TO DP MORE THAN THIS!))
Zerzura:
I asked the nurses for permission to take the patch over to the Engineering Lab so I could examine it more closely. Maybe there would be serial numbers or a factory stamp, anything that could help us find more information.
They agreed, and I walked down the hallway, accompanied by ((Anybody who wants to come)). We passed a large window, out which the stars shone brightly, as we were in Earth’s shadow. In the distance, we could make out the smudge of a comet with a reasonably-sized tail, somewhere in the inner solar system.
((Eurine will come along! She’s very curious about this mystery . . . ))
((Lynnie’s coming too.))
“Troops! you are about to become the most important army since the roman empire was founded! From the small city-state of new Chicago an Empire with in formed! from the plains outside the walls of this city, to the grand and glorious mountains of the Rockies, and even farther away.”
((Omigod. This thread has so many characters! My internet has been out all day, so I’ve just scanned the posts. Most of it doesn’t affect Xavier, so I guess it doesn’t matter… I just want to be more involved in the plot. Can I get Xavier to get his family on the ship? Even as stowaways…))
((Ooh, stowaways sounds cool! Maybe as I’m exploring I’ll run into someone . . . ))
100- finally, someone acknowledges me.
All of a sudden, Rankine’s proximity sensors detected the comet, but it was too late, for the comet was moving too fast to be avoided.
The comet swallowed him up, and he end up in the center of the comet. He was now, along with the comet, headed towards earth.
!!!!! The collision caused a change in power of -16 HP !!!!!
!!!!! HP is now 9629!!!!!
((Okay, you need fuel? What happens if my character, an agent for the government, is accompanying a shipment of fuel to… Somewhere, presumably one of the other cities, or something. It’s intercepted by one of the resistance people. Then, you somehow become convinced that I won’t give away all your secrets, and tell me about the plan. I then join you, causing you to have your fuel, and me to find the Resistance, since I don’t plan to be evil.))
((Is it okay if Xavier is a stowaway? Would it be too much to bring his family too? I know that the ship is where this RPG is heading.))
((No, it wouldn’t. I think it would be perfect, actually.
Maybe you could write Armada in, while you’re at it?))
((103- Wait, so now, on top of everything else, the comet is on a collision course with Earth?))
I made a mental note to look the comet up when we finished the investigation. My parents had always talked about how bright Comet Halley had looked from Mars back in 2061.
When Lynnie, Eurine, and I reached the lab, I entered the authorization code and led them inside. I placed the patch in the scanner and set it up to search for anything that could tell us about where it had been manufactured.
((Hmm. You guys stole my patch? I’d like to point out it was a prototype, so it probably would not be on record.))
Yes.
NEWS WIRE:
Tamf expands New Chicago.
Tamf deposes President
Tamf closes parliament
Tamf declears self the first Emperor of New Chicago
I am sleeping in my army caravan tonight. the outer limits of New Chicago continue to expand, and i keep pushing the poor scum out farther and farther from the Grand city.
((Umm, where is Armada now? I would gladly write her in!))
Meanwhile, somewhere in Japan…
???: Ah, it looks like a comet is headed straight for Earth. Computer, estimate the location of landing.
Computer*: 32° 6′ 0″ N, 174° 28′ 0″ W .
???: Hmm, that won’t do. Computer, activate GrappleSats** 1, 2, 5, and 10.
Computer: Activating… [10 seconds later] GrappleSats 1, 2, 5, and 10 activated succesfully.
???: Good. Now, change the path of the comet so that it crashes into New Chicago… I want to rid the world of Tamf and his scum.
Computer: Acknowledged.
???: Yes, I, Dr. Cyrano, will get my revenge, and the world will be sorry it ever listened to Tamf over Dr. Magnus.
———————————————————————————
* This is a quantum computer, the most accurate of its kind.
** That is, Grapple Beam Satellite, or GBS. They use grapple beams, usually to slow down and/or capture asteroids and comets before impact. The ones here, however, are “home-made”, and cannot be referred to as “GBS1, GBS2, GBS5, and GBS10”.
((109- Uhm… AJAR? That’s kinda sorta going to ruin our entire plot, here. We really don’t need more twists, we’ve got enough of them already… do we really have to deal with a comet on top of all the rest of this stuff?))
((108- She doesn’t know, and wouldn’t mind if she was PPed to be somewhere. I believe she’s said she doesn’t care where she is.))
((SudoRandom, do you want me to RP that thing we talked about now, or wait until everyone is back in Sickbay so it’s more dramatic?))
((Wait. Drama is key in RPGs.))
Yes, we must have a comet. Plus, the comet is still in the asteroid belt. It won’t collide with Earth for a few weeks, so don’t get your jump-suit in a bind over it.
I see Andreia walking into the testing area. ((I’m gonna’ rip off The Supernaturalist)) I quickly follow.
“Hey. What’s today’s torture?” I ask.
“Some hair product, meant to make your hair change to whatever you want it to be,” She responds.
They walk inside and have an acid-like conditioner viciously soaked into our hair. Then it is rinsed off with freezing cold water.
I glance over at Andreia. Her hair is green with a pink streak in it. I wonder why she would have picked that. I make mine fire red, but when I see my reflection in the broken mirror, it’s purple with a black stripe running on the side of my head. The scientists look pleased. Suddenly, I see Andreia’s hair braiding into one, lethal-looking, strand. The hair throws the scientist to the ground. She looks pleased. She stands up and takes a bottle of the conditioner.
This could be a useful weapon… She thinks.
“What do you think your doing!?” I ask. All of the scientists are in the corner.
“Defending myself,” She said with a smirk.
“We’re going to get fired!” I shout.
“Yeah, well, I have bigger plans,” she responds.
“Like what?” I ask, unexpectedly.
“I’m going on the rebel ship. Don’t wait up!”
I don’t know what to say, but I know that I’m going with her.
((How’s that, Armada?))
((How is that ripping off The Supernaturalist? I don’t remember any scene like that. Oh wait… never mind, I think I see what you’re getting at.))
((It’s not exactly the same, but it’s very similar.))
((Awesome! Thanks a bunch. I like having green hair….
So, are we friends in a Supernaturalist-ish institute-thing or what? Sorry, I’m clueless…. *is clueless*))
((Yeah, Xavier needs a friend… I don’t want him to be a loner. Of course, he always has Fenna *cough*CRAZYASSASIN*cough*))
((‘Kay. Sorry, I have to go soon, so I can’t RP today…))
((112- …..Nice.
Yes, she’s quite insane nowadays, what with Noelani’s voice in her head, telling her what to do… And then, obviously the paranoia that comes with being on the run from the law… ))
“Right then. So where is this WEAPON building? I’m no LEPrecon unit, but I can still be of use when it comes to these things…”
“Actually, like I said, I’ve got a job there. Speaking of which, I should go there right now. You can follow me- just make sure you aren’t seen…” Noelani instructed Minerva and me.
We followed her at a distance as she walked confidently off.
((106.1- You were unconcious at the time, and the person who took it out thought her actions might be beneficial to your health.))
((If the comet idea does progress, Tamf might launch an interceptor, and the resistance could take fuel for it during shipping.))
((I’m just waiting for you, Armada))
((Can everyone who was in sickbay RP themselves back there, please?))
Leaving the scanner to its work, I headed back to Sickbay out of concern. I’m a caring person first and an engineer second.
I lay back. the frontier is moving farther out. Soon the entire land that use to be Illinois will be taken over.
Eurine
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I waited until the scanner was finished. It flashed UNIDENTIFYABLE ORIGIN on the minute screen. I left a note for someone to fix the machine across the screen with all the compounds of the chip, so no one could see what we were looking for.
___________________
“Hey guys, the machine seems to be broken. It said unidentifyable origin, with no clue where it came from.”
Grumbles all around.
((Wow. Tamf is a dictator/emperor now. And there’s an asteroid coming. Wow.
96- *snickers* Rip off Artemis Fowl!))
I follow Noelani, excited. This was my chance to learn more, to get invovled with what was going on.
Did you hear about all that stuff Tamf did to the government? I telepathed, He made himself the Emperor of New Chicago. How crazy is that? And what will we do if he gets all that ultimate power?
((I noticed the Artemis Fowl-thing too….))
((Comet. Comets are icy, asteroids are stony. Very different. You can’t melt an asteroid.))
115- Tamf can try, but Dr. Cyrano (see post 109) has dibs in respect to control over it. Dr. Cyrano has “home made” GrappleSats that are about to grab onto the comet and steer it towards New Chicago. BTW, I challenge everyone to try and figure out what is significant about the coordinates I put in that post. [Hint: It has a lot to do with title of this month’s random thread]
((Somewhere in the Pacific. Is it where Apollo 11 splashed down?))
Nope, try again.
“UNIDENTIFYABLE ORIGIN” flashed above the screen. I groaned, along with everyone else in the lab.
((Was the scanner made in China? Somebody should reprogram it for the correct spelling of “unidentifiable.”))
((116- Okay!))
((124- Don’t you know everything is made in China?))
I grabbed Xavier’s arm and towed him along with me as I ran out the door. “Where are we going?” he asked.
“To the rebel ship, I told you. It should be docked at the public docks.”
“But what–”
“Gee, Xavier. Are you coming? I am sick and tired of my life, and you should be too. We’re doing something different. Okay?”
((Cake, another bossy character. Why are all my characters bossy? *sigh* Hopefully that’s enough….I’m not sure if the ship is actually still docked or not. Is it?))
((125- Maybe Xavier is just a bit of a pushover!))
((P.S.- IS IT!?))
“I have to get my family!” Xavier explained.
“Well, hurry up, then!”
((125- It is NOW, but in the future?))
((I’m sure everything will still be made in China in 3000. If there’s still an Earth in 3000.))
((Oh, there will be an Earth. It may be ravaged and lifeless, but the planet will be here.
You should be more worried about China being around in 3000. Or indeed, all of humanity.))
((I’m such a cheerful person, aren’t I?
))
((127.1.1-Very))
I’m that bad, too. Except that I’m more negative about humanity right now.
((This isn’t 3000, this is 2100.))
((I know. It was a hypothetical statement.))
((127- Ahh, the irony… I love irony. ))
The Might Mississippi. The Western Border. The Great Lakes the Northern. the Kentucky the southern. and The land that used to be Ohio the eastern. the Empire Expands.
Just as we were about to leave the Engineering Lab, another screen began to flash, the one showing objects near D42.
Something of moderate size was in an orbit that would cross our path in about two hours. From the readouts, it looked like an old satellite, long defunct. The computer said there was no risk of it colliding with the station, but it would be interesting to examine and I hadn’t done an EVA in a while…
I looked at Zerzurza.
“You want to go check it out with me once it’s landed?”
“Sure.”
Finally, I wasn’t going to be bored on this ship.
((Two things:
1) This is assuming Rankine was in orbit around the Earth when hit by part of the comet, rather than the asteroid belt.
2) An EVA is an ExtraVehicular Activity, or a spacewalk in simple terms.))
Rankine was in the asteroid belt. >_<
((Right then. Let’s say the computer said it was heading TOWARD the Earth and would make a close pass by the station in two DAYS.))
If the asteroid is moving at 1000 miles per hour, then it won’t even reach the station for FIVE days at the least.
((AvalonGirl? Daisy*chain? Where are you???))
((131-Right here. -flounce-))
I walked confidently off towards the building, stopping right around the corner. Ok, I have some invisibility patches here, stick them on right over your heart and you’ll be invisible for a half-hour.
The other girls just sorta stared at me.
My dad WORKS here! If we are invading other countries, it might require this patch, that’s what he said. GET THEM ON, and follow me in-be silent, try to…
At this point, my head felt like it was on fire-I looked up to see a laser camera scanning us.
“Stupid overreactive telepathy patch,” I muttered. “You guys need to go back around the corner and put these on, otherwise the camera will notice you two turning invisible!”
I grabbed two invisibility patches from my belt, peeled off the deactivating covering, and handed them to the two other girls.
“Get outta sight, and put them on…good luck.”
Again, I walked briskly off towards the WEAPON building.
Zerzura:
“Sounds good. I needed a buddy anyway.” I said to Eurine, sending my request to D42’s command center. An okay came back almost immediately. “Have you ever spacewalked before?”
Minerva and I hurried around the corner and put on the patches.
I glanced down and started at the sight -or rather lack of sight- of myself.
“Whoa.” I heard Minerva say. It was odd to hear a voice coming from mid-air.
“This is freaky,” I agreed.
“We’ve only got a half hour, so we’d better get going,” she reminded me.
We ran down the sidewalk, careful not to kick up dust or leave footprints. The door was being shut by two guards after Noelani had walked through, but we managed to slip in.
“Right. The hypnotizer and its pertaining files should be on the second-to-top floor. The top floor will be the office…” I murmured.
There was an elevator nearby, and a solemn looking worker stepped in it. It would be too dangerous to try and slip in there unnoticed.
“Shall we take the stairs?” Minerva smiled.
I sighed inwardly. It was a tall building.
I tried not to pant as we climbed. It seemed like the stairs were endless . We took them slowly, just in case someone went in and heard a mysterious breathing noises. We were getting close to the top, now…
((Alright, I want to join so here goes:
Name: ? I don’t have a name…yet.
Age: Like 3 human years. Fully mature for my species.
Species/Description: Like a cross between a hyena and a baby rhinoceros. I have short gray fur, with a rhino-like body and nose horns. Tail is long and whiplike, with a barbed spike of horn at the end. I’m about the size of a large housecat, but much more vicious. I am sentient, and I can talk.
Background / History: If it works with the plot, I am a pet that has just been bought by Nick Tamf to guard his office. I’m form a remote desert planet I really hate Nick, cause he treats me like a wung button. He thinks I am simply a beast, and non-sentient.
(When you get to the office, you should be surprised that I am there.)
((SFTDP
I don’t have a name because Nick didn’t bother giving me one. (This will be relevant to the plot later on.) ))
I entered Mr. Bester’s office, knowing what to expect from the director of the WEAPON Corps. “Well, hello, Miss Lin. Welcome to the WEAPON branch of the scientific research group, I’m sure you’ll be a great asset. Come with me and I’ll lead you on the tour.”
I shivered slightly. This guy was WEIRD! We passed through the door, and across the stairs to the elevator, getting out on the below floor. I heard tired breathing coming from the stairs right in front of me-the others! I winked.
Mr. Bester-well, Mr. Chemlie Bester, but I would never call him that-came over to me, nodded, and we passed through the large double doors across the hallway. I pretended to trip and, in doing so, held the door open for the others to pass through.
I stopped directly in my tracks.
Pointing at the stairwell was a humongous machine! It was smooth, metal-chrome silver, and a yellow-green decal covered half of it.
“That’s what we’ve been working on for the past year,” the director approved. “We’d use it to hypnotize enemies of the state and turn them into loyal servants! It’s our greatest contraption ever!”
((Maybe I could be guarding this thing, perhaps. If so:))
A growl was heard from the other side of the contraption. It was me, sulking. I had been griping in English(?) but then the door opened, and I heard voices, so i transferred my speech to Ceratocephalian (the language of my species, the Ceratocephalons). That was the growl. Nick had been even more cruel to me than usual, seeing as he had been starving me. Probably to make me hungry, which would make me more dangerous. Guard animals, when starved a little, become ferocious. But I am no wild animal. Still I will not alert him to my sentience, because if he knew, he would probably kill me. I’ve been trying to escape lately, but the chain holding me is titanium alloy, and I can’t bite through it. I get beaten about twice a week, but I don’t let that faze me. My goal is to escape, and get out of this prison. I have heard there is a resistance against the government. If I ever get out of here, and hopefully I will, I will join them to destroy the evil in this world. But for now, I will wait. There is no way way to escape yet. Still, I will think of something…
((Is the universal language here English?? Or something else? Just wanted to know.))
I think it’s English…
((What I meant was, do you call it English or something like “Galactic Basic”? (Yes, I know thats from Star Wars. This was supposed to include some Star Wars bits, wasn’t it?) ))
((I’m not sure. It doesn’t really matter what you call it as long as everyone knows what you’re talking about.))
((Okay. I guess that makes sense. Lets just call it ‘Basic’.))
I followed silently with Fenna next to me. Noelani kept us updated on what Mr. Bester telepathed. I almost gasped when I heard a growling behind the silver machine, but didn’t. Behind her back, Noelani motioned for Fenna and I to check what it could be. We crept away to find a creature behind it, apparently sulking. It’s a Ceratocephalon, Fenna telepathed, I wonder if it’s supposed to guard this machine.
((Er… Fenna isn’t a telepath. Let’s just say I whispered that, shall we?))
((Oh yeah. Sorry!))
((I’ve got the EVA preparations thought out. This is going to be fun.))
I jumped slightly-there was a growl coming from the other side of the machine! Mr. Bester laughed. “Oh, that’s just the Ceratocephalon Mr. Tamf gave us to guard the hypnotizer. Thank god it’s not sentient, because then we might get fired for testing the ray on him in later stages! It’s a wonderful guard dog, as you can see,” and at this point, the creature looked right at me with eyes that knew something. Eyes that were furious at this predicament, eyes that wanted to get out.
I gasped.
This creature-this Ceratocephalon-was no guard dog. It was sentient, possibly much smarter than we were! Guys, I telepathed to Fenna and Minerva, I can’t believe this! Look at this creature’s eyes! It. Is. Sentient!
((I know some of my character is ripping off Bakugan: New Vestroia, but please don’t hurt me, ok?))
((Hi! I tried to keep track of this thread in the beginning, but…. Would it be possible for anyone to get me up to speed? I’m interested in joining. ))
((Do you know what the basic plot is? If so, then you’re pretty much set. Just choose somewhere to come in.))
((It might be best for you to appear somewhere in the city or on the space station. If you do appear on the space station, you should read the stuff they’ve done.))
((130.2.1.1.1- Okay, 5 days it is, then.))
((104, anyone? I guess, from the lack of responses to it, nobody likes that idea? Darn, now I have to think what else to do.))
((Sorry, Errata, I completely forgot! I like that idea. You should go through with it.))
((143.1- ‘Kay!))
I had almost finished with the page when I got a new Telepath Connection.
Errata? You finished?
Not quite. Why?
I need you to accompany a shipment of fuel to DS 42, Space Station. You’ll be flying up in a shuttle, there’s too much to just transfer it.
Yes, Sir. When do I leave?
Right away, please.
Certainly. I’ll be there in two minutes.
Well, this page would work well enough. Besides, it wasn’t as if Tamf didn’t have twenty-three other operatives also working on the same project. I posted the page on HyperSpace, and went downstairs.
((I just realized that HyperPage, and HyperSpace don’t make much sense. CyberSpace would be better, if I’m not mistaken… Well, too late. Let’s just assume the word mutated in the last hundred years or so.))
We approached the Ceratocephalon slowly and quietly. I looked around, made sure that Mr. Bester had moved the other side of the machine, and whispered to the creature.
“We’re part of the Resistance. Do you want to get away?”
((Okay, I haven’t gotten any response from JJJetplaneGirl, so I apologize if I’m insulting her by having Eurine be new to spacewalking.))
Zerzura:
“No, never. It looks like fun, though.” Eurine said.
“It’s one of the most wonderful things in the Universe. When you’re out there, flying free, no ship… it’s amazing.” I told her. “We’ll have to let the computer take your measurements and find the right suit and jetpack for you in the Equipment Room.”
I tapped my fingers on the wall out of boredom while the computer scanned Eurine. To Diasporals, spacesuit measurements were as familiar as shoe size, something you could never forget. Sometimes I forgot that people born on Earth needed to have theirs looked up.
“FEMALE SIZE 6B.” The computer announced, robotic hands holding out the suit, helmet, gloves, and boots.
“Try it on, skinsuits are made to be worn over clothes. A little snug, but no more so than a wetsuit.” I encouraged Eurine.
(( 1)Skinsuits are essentially advanced versions of MIT’s Bio-Suit: http: //mvl. mit. edu /EVA /biosuit/
2) Is it allowable to have jetpacks that work in weightlessness, but not on Earth? The safety thing the astronauts have now in case their tether breaks is pretty much just that.
3) Diasporals are people born off-Earth, in Lunar or Martian colonies.))
((Sorry, I haven’t been following too well… How is the situation with the ship? I’m trying to get Xavier and his family on it.))
—Xavier and Andreia ran through the city, but mostly through the ghetto. That’s where they lived. The buildings lost their metallic gleam a long time ago. Now they were covered with dirt and graffiti. Xavier rarely got the chance to go to the more clean part of the city; only when there was some type of experimental product that could not be transferred.
—They finally ran up to his building. Xavier ran inside and embraced the array of electronic gadgets.
((Got to go!))
((Can we just pretend I’m going on the spacewalk with Eurine and Zerzura? I was sort of with them …))
AcK! That was supposed to be at the end of the thread. Oh well.
((Ummm… wow. I haven’t been on here in a while. Where are most of the people in the space station?))
((Just stay in Sickbay and you’re good. SudoRandom and I want to make a big dramatic scene, so we need as many people as possible.))
((The Sickbay of the rebel space ship that everyone’s been talking about??? That’s where I want Xavier and his family to be stowaways))
((No, the Sickbay of the space station.))
((Gakk… there is no post that has anything to do with me and I have writer’s block! Oh well…))
I saw it in her eyes, the one they call Noelani, she saw that I was sentient. Please, I thought. Help me get out of this place!
I have the ability to use telepathy because Tamf implanted a telepathy chip in my brain; it had some modifications made which made it possible for him to actually control my body by a computer. Also, since he believes me to be non-sentient, he doesn’t care that the chip is a telepathy chip because he “knows” I can’t use it. How wrong he is!!
((145- Wow sorry I only just read your post. Here’s my reply:))
“Groeargrr!! Roear grr grorgr gr! Oh, I’m sorry. What I meant to say was yes! Please help me get out of here! Oh, but then… There’s just one little problem. Well, actually two. One, I can’t get out of these stupid chains!” “Oh, that’s no problem.” Said Minerva. “We can take care of that in later.” “Well, then problem number two: Nick’s got a chip in my head that lets him control my entire body from a computer. It works because the chip is in my brain. It’s also a telepathy chip, but since I’m non-sentient (or so he thinks…) I supposedly can’t use it. This could be invaluable to the whole operation. What I need you to do is figure out a way to disable the body-control part of the chip but leave the telepathy part untouched. Think you can do that? If need be, you can come back again later and do it when you have the right materials.”
((“Come back again later and do it when you have the right materials.â€
Sounds like some video game… ))
((Yeah, it does!))
—Xavier ran out of the elevator, and entered his room. A mutated rat, squirmed into the hallway. Xavier ignored the common occurrence, and ran to the living room, where his family was crowded around a table, playing Paker.
“Everyone get up! We’re leaving!” Xavier announced.
His two little brothers’ face lit up. His mother looked skeptical.
“Xavier, where are we going?” The boys ran to their room to grab their few belongings.
“We’re getting off this planet. Tamf is going to ruin our lives, if it’s possible…”
“But, how, Xavier!?” Ms. Gadgetizmo didn’t think that this was a very good plan.
“We’re going to stow-away on the rebel ship.” Xavier looked at her seriously.
His mother knew that Xavier had a plan, and that he wouldn’t propose it if he wasn’t sure of it.
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They were all ready. They began down the elevator.
We’re finally getting out of here! Xavier thought.
((I’m skipping the flight. Can someone get ready to intercept me?))
Errata:
I was getting nervous. The controller had directed me to a different docking port than originally planned, and the new docking port was currently in use. To make matters worse, the controller was refusing to answer my calls, busy with someone else. So I was hopelessly orbiting the station, waiting for my assigned spot to be ready, frustratedly watching all the empty docking ports, the ones that I couldn’t use for fear someone was coming in toward them, passing below me. What was going on?
((I’m thinking the controller is in on the ship plan, and purposely sent me to a full port so you could get into position.))
((DID I MISS THE SHIP LAUNCH!!!?? Or can I still get Xavier and Andreia over there. If it’s too late, then I’ll just do a sort-of flashback to show how he got in the ship.))
((See post 144. You didn’t miss it.))
No, I’m flying fuel up to the space station. If you wanted to be on it, then yes, but it would be easy to post something higher in the thread, via replies, to the effect of, “I’m launching my shuttle, and I thought I saw something moving in the crates but I guess I didn’t”, and “I’m hiding on the shuttle and I thought she saw me but I guess she didn’t”.
((SudoRandom, should I RP that scene now? It doesn’t look like we’ll be getting many more people back.))
We have reached New Denver in the west, New Dallas in the south, the Arctic Ocean in the north, and New Philadelphia in the east.
I nodded, and telepathed Noelani. I think we should go. The Ceratocephalon told us we needed to disable the body-controlling part of the telepathy chip implanted in its brain. We don’t have materials to do anything like that. Fenna and I got up and turned to the stairs, and began the long descent down.
Seeing that our EVA preparations were in order, I suggested to Eurine that we go to watch the freighter docking to carry fuel.
((Hemhem. I will wait one more day, and then I will just RP the ENTIRE Sickbay scene and PP as many people as I need to. And that includes SudoRandom.))
((Can I be spacewalking with Zerzura and Eurine? I was with them, and … well …))
((Sure. Do you know your measurements or do you have to visit the Equipment Room?))
((Remember people: Minerva and I are invisible. So you can’t nod or stuff like that… ))
“Go on,” I said to Minerva quietly. “I’ll catch up.”
We were here to destroy the hypnotizer, even if we couldn’t help the Ceratocephalon at the moment.
I snuck up to the side of the machine and pulled a pair of plant clippers out of my bag. I cut a few random wires that looked important, but that didn’t seem like enough. Remembering something I had stolen from a factory earlier, I took out an acid capsule and stuck it in the hypnotizer. The capsule would explode in a few minutes after I’d activated it, spraying acid all over the inside of the machine- destroying it in a way that wouldn’t be immediately seen.
I ran quickly down the stairs to find Minerva coming out of a laboratory, (the door was being shut by an invisible hand).
“I’ve got all of the papers pertaining to the hypnotizer. I nicked them from the desk in the lab.” She explained.
“Awesome! We can burn them later,” I giggled.
We snuck triumphantly out of the building.
((Armada!!! Where are yoooou? I can write more, but I don’t want to PP Andreia too much.))
((Sigh… I’ll remind her, as soon as she shows up.))
((I don’t think she’ll be on till Wednesday, Fishy. She probably won’t mind if you PP her.))
((And yes, you can PP me, Fishy.))
((I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry! I’m not supposed to be on the computer now, so I can’t RP. I will, however, be on on Wednesday. I think.))
On my pocket datapad, I crunched the numbers to determine the satellite’s trajectory and point of origin. At first, I rubbed my eyes, wondering if I’d made a mistake- it had been orbiting in the asteroid belt?!?
Well, there had been asteroid probes launched way back when, hadn’t there? That Dawn one had gone up almost exactly a hundred years ago. That was probably it, a defunct early 21st-century scientific probe sent Earthward by a random collision.
In that case, once we retrieved the satellite, it would be a nice addition to 42D’s museum section. And one less thing for the Space Debris Section to worry about. ((Hey, we’re referencing every other anime, why not Planetes?))
((I want my patch back before we RP the scene.))
New Seattle! The Panama Canal! Siberia! New New York!
The computer scanned me. “FEMALE SIZE 6A,” it said. Only half a size smaller than Eurine.
It held out the suit, jetpack, boots, and helmet. My hands were visibly trembling as I strapped them on. I can’t spacewalk! I can’t! I pictured myself floating helplessly in the infinite black void of space, trying not to breathe, my lungs and head filled with burning, urgent pain I could do nothing about but die …
I stepped into the airlock to meet Eurine and Zerzura.
((Could some medical person RP a flashback or something so Odus gets his patch back? It’s important. Or I can just have an NPC doctor replace the patch.))
((Okay, we’ll say they took it from the scanner and brought it back to Sickbay.))
Once we were outside and out of sight, we peeled off the invisibility patches. After waiting for a few minutes, Noelani joined us and we made our way back to the center of the city.
((What next? Do we go back home and get back to the building the next day? Or tell someone what we found out??))
((I don’t see who we can tell, so… We might as well go looking for the “right materials” to help the ceratocephalon.))
((Eh… I’m feelin’ a little writer’s block. I’m going to wait for Armada tomorrow. If she still isn’t back, then RP Xavier and Andreia.))
((Okay, so I guess I’m going to be the spacewalking equivalent of a divemaster here. Ironic in that I’ve only done 5 scuba dives in my life.))
I watched as Lynette joined us in the airlock. She had never spacewalked before, and was visibly frightened.
“Relax. Take some deep breaths. Once you get out there, you’re not going to want to come back in.” I told her, over our helmet communicators. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
She followed my advice and seemed to calm down slightly.
“Now once we get out of the station, it’s going to feel very strange because we’ll be floating without gravity. Since we’ll no longer be inside of 42D’s outer wheel, we won’t feel the artificial gravity created by the wheel’s rotation. Instead, we’ll be separate, individual satellites of the Earth.”
“To stay together and maneuver out to the old satellite, we’re going to use our jetpacks.” I said, pointing to the one on my back. “It will shoot out a small jet of gas to push you in the direction you want to go.”
“What if my jetpack runs out of fuel?” Lynette asked, afraid.
“Just stay calm and activate the emergency beacon on your belt so the guy mokering us inside of the station can lock on to you with a grapple beam and he’ll pull you right in. Once we get to the satellite, we’ll attach a similar beacon so he can pull it in. All clear?” I asked.
Eurine and Lynette voiced their approval. The technician who was mokering our EVA began to drain the air out of the airlock.
We prepared to step out into the void.
((The future verb “to moker” comes from the current pronunication of MOCR, the Mission Operations Control Room and means essentially to act as Mission Control.))
The “satellite” is inside the comet, so don’t think you’ll be able to retrieve it so easily. :/
((We’re just responding to your plot elements. Nobody said our responses had to be successful.))
161: Good Idea, But you are not going to capture it. And Rankine was launched 50 years ago in a rocket of the same name, so it isn’t the Dawn Probe.
The GrapSats turned on, and aimed at their target, the large comet looming closer and closer. Dr. Cyrano had no idea that buried in it’s core was Rankine, otherwise, he wouldn’t have tried to crash it into New Chicago. Instead, he would have captured the comet and extracted Rankine. The GrapSats shot their grappler beams at the comet and sped it up and aimed it at New Chicago.
NOTE: I am writing this at 11:00PM, or 2300 hours in military time, so give me a break. Thank You.
((I know he’s not Dawn, Zerzura made a wrong guess. People do that sometimes.))
((How long has it been since a day change?? It seems like a while.))
((There hasn’t been one yet, has there!?))
((I didn’t think there had been.))
There’s been, er, one…
Xavier emerged from the building, followed by what was presumably his family. I said hi to them, then sighed as I remembered my parents and little sister still working outside the city.
I reminded myself that I was doing this for them, and pulled myself together. “Okay, the docks are this way,” I said, heading north. Xavier and co. followed.
((Sorry, I know it’s not much. *has writers’ block*))
((Fishy! Come RP!))
((Um, I will, but I need to know the situation down by the ship. I don’t know if we should go to the sickbay or somewhere else to stow away. Does anyone know the answer to that?))
((I have no idea what’s going on in the ship. I didn’t even know if it was docked or not. RQ probably knows, though.))
((Actually, I don’t. Ask Errata where the fuel is at the moment, since they need fuel before they can start.))
((The fuel is orbiting the space station, waiting for:
a) The docking port it’s assigned to being vacant, or being assigned to a different one.
b) A team to get to that port or another, at which point a) will happen.
It can land whenever. If nobody gets there soon, I’ll just enlist a team of NPC agents, although that’d be clunky. And, to make this both ironic and simpler, the dock it’s waiting to land in is the dock that won’t be empty until it lands, or the dock holding the ship the Rebels are escaping on.))
((The sickbay isn’t on the ship. The sickbay in question is at the space station. You should probably go in the cargo hold or something to stow away. It’s only reasonable.))
((I worded that wrongly, I wanted to know if we could go through there. I thought there was some kind of announcement/speech… I don’t know, I haven’t been following too well.))
((Ohh, right. That’s me, then. Is the ship being docked on 42D? I’m not sure.))
FENNA
It was beginning to get dark as we walked through the city. People were beginning to return home from work- at least, those people with homes- and we went largely unnoticed.
I glared at a holo-screen as it flashed a map of Tamf’s newly conquered land. It was too late to stop him now. All we could do was get off the planet as soon as we could- there would be a way to help the Earth at the space station…
“So how are we going to help the Ceratocephalon?” asked Minerva. “We can’t exactly perform brain surgery to fix the chip, can we?”
“I think I may be able to get a device that will neutralize the signal from Tamf’s controller, but will allow the Ceratocephalon to retain its telepathy,” Noelani mused.
“At the space station, we could remove chip entirely and have it replaced with a regular telepathy implant,” I suggested.
We agreed on a meeting place for the next day, and I left to find some food and a place to spend the night.
I hadn’t been home after I’d run away seven months ago, and I was most likely not welcome there- the government had taken to strictly regulating the family farm to make sure my parents didn’t profit too much and was in debt (and therefore, under government control).
((Time for a day change!))
It was getting dark. Xavier pulled his mother through the crowds of people going home. Xavier didn’t think that they could do the launch at night, could they? He started to run faster.
“We’re close,” Andreia said.
“What do we do when we get there?” Xavier asked.
“It’s late. They’ll wait ’til morning for the launch.”
“Where are we going to sleep!?”
“We can get in the ship tonight,” Andreia answered.
“How?!”
“Just follow me…”
Xavier thought it suspicious that she knew exactly how to get in. She must have done her homework.
“This way ”
They followed her. She was finding her way through stacks of what seemed to be iron. It seemed to go on forever, but finally, Andreia squatted down. She searched for a latch, and when she found it, she opened a large door. There was a ladder leading to the darkness.
“We need to go through there???” said Xavier.
“Stop being a baby and go.”
No more questions were asked. They all slowly climbed down the ladder. Finally, they reached the bottom.
“What now!?” Xavier asked.
Andreia answered with turning on a flashlight. It brightened up the room enough to see how vast it was. They were on an upper level, and they could see the ship standing upright on the bottom floor, reaching all the way above the floor.
“Woah,” said Xavier.
“Come on,” Andreia encouraged.
They climbed down even lower until they finally reached the bottom. They walked around to the back of the ship, where there was a large door. It was locked.
“Xavier, I need you to open it,” said Andreia.
“What?”
“There’s something… special about you. You have this strange way with technology. Don’t tell me that you’ve never realized it!”
“Well, I guess-”
“No time, just try and open the door!”
“Alright…”
Xavier stood there. He felt the circuits in the ship. He could feel the AI system booting up. He ignored that and focused on the door. It was a simple pulley system that was actually using energy to keep it closed. This would be easy. He got his head inside the the energy that was holding the door. As he felt excited by the energy, he simply, relaxed. Suddenly the door dropped open with a thud. Xavier smiled and they walked through the door, preparing for a big day.
((Can people telepath long distance? If so, I’m now talking to Noelani and Minerva. If not, I’ll tell this to you next time I see you.))
“<There’s something important I forgot to tell you.I don’t have a name, so I don’t have certain abilities that I could have. Once named, I can telepath freely, change shape, and breathe a sleeping gas. I have to have onhe of you name me, or else it won’t work. I wan’t to join your resistance. I want to fight!”
((Ok, Daisy, you do the day change.))
((No, please. I insist. You go ahead! Or SilverLeopard can.
The curse of writer’s block strikes again!))
((Aah! I’ve been gone too long!))
((SudoRandom, I really need to post that RP. Is it OK?))
((Can someone help me catch up?))
((You’re on a spacewalk with myself and Rainbow*Star, trying to retrieve the satellite that’s actually Rankine.))
The air drained out.
“See, you’re breathing in vacuum already and nothing’s happening.” I reassured Lynette.
The hatch to the outside opened mechanically, revealing the void. We pulled our visors down and stepped out, floating free.
Earth filled my field of view, utterly gigantic and reflecting a comforting brilliant blue light.
We were over Australia, the Outback was a scarred mass of brown overshaddowed in the north by thunderheads. The dusky brown turned into the emerald green ringing the coasts, all encircled by the dark blue of the Pacific. Bunched blobs of a lighter blue could be seen off the eastern coast, the Great Barrier Reef. Clouds that might have been the beginnings of a typhoon were visible to the northwest.
Seeing the Earth like this always took my breath away. In comparison to my first EVAs over Mars, Earth was pulsating with life. Judging from the gasps I heard over the communications link, Eurine and Lynette felt the same.
DAY CHANGE!
The Amazon! the plains of Mongolia!((forgot the term for them.)) New Dublin! New Honolulu! The World will be mine! (Except for Antarctica, where all the working and poor people will be. )
((There!)
((Steppes?))
((Thank you, KaiYves!))
161.1- But unfortunately for them, the GrapSats have grabbed a hold on Rankine.
((TRYING does not imply success.))
I got up the next morning, and was ready and nearly out the door before my foster father could say, “Good morning!”. Noelani was already there when I arrived at our meeting place, and Fenna arrived shortly after. We talked, and then walked to the building. Once again, Fenna and I were supplied with invisibility patches, and Noelani put one on too.
“Why do you need one?” I asked,
“Wouldn’t it seem suspicious if I came two days in a row?” Noelani answered.
We entered the building quietly, and began to ascend the stairs.
((Wait, wait, don’t change the day yet! *is way behind*))
“Well, I don’t know who the heck you are. Okay? So just leave.”
Seth stood a few feet from Odus’s bed, a panicked expression in his eyes. Kirianne was sure she knew what had happened to Odus now.
“Seth?”
“He doesn’t know me!” he said, sounding like he was in shock.
“Seth. I think I understand why. And if you listen, maybe we can solve this together, get Odus back to you.” She winced at how stupid that must have sounded.
He stared at her. So did Odus, although he looked as though he was trying to conceal it.
Crap, there’s a crowd, isn’t there. I am so dead if I get this wrong….
“Odus underwent severe government brain testing as a child. It would have been immense torture to him. He was six years old! I have every reason to believe that his memory would have been wiped of everything except for memory of his family.” Odus tensed, almost imperceptibly. Wung buttons.
“But why would he forget me?” Seth asked. “Wouldn’t he be thinking about everything at home that he was missing?”
“He just ran away from home, right? So the only thing that would be on his mind would probably be his family, because he’d be worried that he disappointed them.”
She barely had time to finish her sentence. A table flew across the room straight at her head. Without thinking, she drew her EMW and slashed it to pieces. Everyone would have laughed, if a vase of flowers hadn’t whacked her on the head shortly afterward.
Ow. Owowow, CAKE.
“Look, creep, could you stop trying to kill me?” she screamed at Odus.
“Fine!” he screamed back, and made another table fly at Seth. He ducked just in time for her to slash it again. The pieces flew around the room, but they couldn’t do much.
He could probably do this forever, couldn’t he?
Sure enough, some doctors’ instruments began to levitate.
“Okay. This is going to stop. Now,” she said, holding her EMW at Odus’s throat.
((SR, can you RP this to the day change? P*ease? I can’t think of anything else.))
((Ok, I’m back. Where is Tithea? Did you take good care of him, RoseQuartz?))
((He’s in his room. See post 71–this RPG has been very slow….))
((By the way, the people on the space station need to catch up, don’t we.))
((Sorry if I PP, but I had a great idea that would fit perfectly))
Life on the DS42 was interesting. He had been accepted as a residential passenger, so he could stay for as long as he liked.
Tithea searched the database for Odus Milo, with strange results about a disappearence. Databases on people were usually longer, and Tithea felt there was something wrong. There was a secret about this boy, and Tithea had to find out.
He ran over to sickbay, and found Odus. And Kirianne holdding an EMW to his throat. If Kirianne turned it on, the laser blade would cut through him, and kill him.
“Stop!” Shouted Tithea. Suddenly, he saw a boy at the back of the room
“How… did… you… get… here?” The boy asked, as if he was scared.
“Who are you? I’ve never met you before.”
“I… remember… you. Your… name… is…. Aehtit, right?”
“No. Tithea. I think you’ve mistaken me.”
“Then… they really have done it. You don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?”
“Yes. They can do it. They have used it. We have no power.”
“Who? Who are you talking about?”
“They did it to Odus too. Except not completely. They’ll be coming for me.”
The boy, who Kirianne said was ‘Seth Goldberg’, went on a rampaging monolouge about forgotten memories, changed lives, and lots of stuff about “They’re coming for me!” Tithea honsetly didn’t know what was happening. He couldn’t tell you if Seth was hallucinating, going insane, or what. And those dreams he often had, with faces e had never seen appearing out of the dark, and large knives coming to him, and immense machines… He stopped thinking of that. Then, suddenly, Seth ran at Tithea. He lept on him in rage shouting “Don’t you remember? They gave it to you, only to take it away! Haven’t you ever had an X-ray of your head? Haven’t you noticed there isn’t any implant? Can’t you tell? We’re different. ” Seth began to cry as he lept on Tithea, pummeling him. “We’re all different. Everyone on this ****ing space station. The’ve separated us from society. So we can’t harm them.” Tears poured down on a bloody Tithea. He yelled at Seth, but couldn’t hear anything. [Get off me! Now!] It was as if he was speaking through the implant. Seth got off, unwillingly, it seemed. He Walked back, as if he wanted to walk forward.
“Yes… you can still do it.” Then, Seth fainted. Kirianne stared at Tithea.
“When Seth got off of you, I heard buzzing coming from my implant. It was like there was a fuzzy yell coming from you. I could tell it wasn’t directed to me. C’mon, we need to get you an X-ray of your head to check for a concussion. ” Kirianne led Tithea off to the X-ray area.
A few minutes later, Kirianne walked out with Tithea. The x-rays should no sign of damage to the brain, but there was no implant to be found. There were no scars from where the implant might have been taken out, but no implant had ever entered Tithea’s head.
Living on the space station, I’d seen it out of windows many times, but spacewalking was so much different. It was amazing and terrifying, an endless black void glittering with tiny stars. And they weren’t all silver either – some looked red or blue. It was like another world, a silent eternity of blackness.
Then I remembered we had work to do.
Meanwhile, in Dr. Cyrano’s lab…
Dr. Cyrano: Mwahaha! After I eliminate Tamf, I will rule over the world!
I think it is only fair that you, the reader know a little more about me, before I take over. Here is some data for you to go over.
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Name: Dr. Cyrano
Age: 55
Type: Human
Sub-Type: Scientist
Alignment: Evil
Info: An evil scientist, Dr. Cyrano seeks revenge on the world for not listening to Dr. Magnus, and instead, listening to Tamf. [more info about this later. -AJAR] He stole 10 robots (listed below) from Lord Kelvin [more info about him later. -AJAR], and tried to make them all evil.
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Name: Electrica Angelica (sic)
Age: 2
Type: Reploid
Sub-Type: Electric+Sword+Wing Elements
Weakness Ice
Alignment: Good
Power Level: 2000
Info: One of the robots Dr. Cyrano stole from Lord Kelvin. She has refused to join the side of evil and can not be reprogrammed. However, Dr. Cyrano doesn’t know this, and thinks she is on his side.
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Name: MusicMan
Age: 2
Type: Reploid
Sub-Type: Sound+Shield Elements
Weakness: Water
Alignment: Good
Power Level: 1500
Info: Another one of the robots Dr. Cyrano stole from Lord Kelvin. He is Electrica Angelica’s “brother”. He is also prentending to be on Dr. Cyrano’s side.
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Name: MudMan
Age: 2
Type: Reploid
Sub-Type: Earth Element
Weakness: Sound/Vibration
Alignment: Evil
Power Level: 1200
Info: One of the robots Dr. Cyrano stole from Lord Kelvin. He is truly on Dr. Cyrano’s side. He likes to “dish up dirt on” (blackmail) people.
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Name: SuplexMan
Age: 2
Type: Reploid
Sub-Type: Throw Element
Weakness: Poison
Alignment: Evil
Power Level: 1800
Info: One of the robots Dr. Cyrano stole from Lord Kelvin. He is also on Dr. Cyrano’s side. He is stubborn, arrogant, and always thinks he is the best when it comes to strength.
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Name: Choleric Hornet
Age: 2
Type: Reploid
Sub-Type: Poison Element
Weakness: Mud
Alignment: Evil
Power Level: 1200
Info: One of the robots Dr. Cyrano stole from Lord Kelvin. He is easily angered. He also likes to irritate people.
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Name: Sir Fire And Ice (Sir Fai)
Age: 2
Type: Reploid
Sub-Type: Fire+Ice+Water Element
Weakness: Sword
Alignment: Evil
Power Level: 1900
Info: One of the robots Dr. Cyrano stole from Lord Kelvin. He is the ultimate example of double mindedness. He can utilize fire and ice, and combine them to make a water attack.
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Name: Cactus De Bleu (sic)
Age: 2
Type: Reploid
Sub-Type: Spike Element
Weakness: Fire
Alignment: Evil
Power Level: 1200
Info: One of the robots Dr. Cyrano stole from Lord Kelvin. He often competes with Choleric Hornet to see who can be more irritating. He often wins due to Choleric Hornet’s tendency to be easily angered. He generally has a cool attitude unlike Choleric Hornet.
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Name: RubberMan
Age: 2
Type: Reploid
Sub-Type: Rubber Element
Weakness: Spike
Alignment: Evil
Power Level: 1400
Info: One of the robots Dr. Cyrano stole from Lord Kelvin. He is very hyper. In fact, he often bounces off the walls… literally.
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Name: Diamond Del Glamour (sic)
Age: 2
Type: Reploid
Sub-Type: Crystal Element
Weakness: Throw/Rubber
Alignment: Evil
Power Level: 1600
Info: One of the robots Dr. Cyrano stole from Lord Kelvin. She is self centered, and thinks that everyone should be her servant (though she treats them like slaves).
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Name: GritMan
Age: 2
Type: Reploid
Sub-Type: Stone Element
Weakness: Crystal
Alignment: Evil
Power Level: 1700
Info: One of the robots Dr. Cyrano stole from Lord Kelvin. He is pretty dumb. He is also stubborn, yet very strong.
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So now you know a little bit about where I’m going in this RPG. Please use this and my other posts for reference when replying to me.
Thank you,
AJAR
((Erm… that isn’t exactly the type of sci fi we’re going for. Currently, the feel is more like:
Impending Apocalypse!!!
Alert! Alert!
Useless govt!
What will we do?
Strange events!
Yours sorta gives the feel of:
Manga!
Anime!
I’m not saying those are bad, per se, but that doesn’t really fit.))
“How do you telepath without a chip in your brain? There’s something wrong here.” Kirianne said, acting scared.
“I don’t know. They’ve always told me I had a chip, but I guess… they were deceiving me.”
“You know, this could be really big. Someone who can telepath without a chip. You could do other things too…”
“I think I can. When Seth attacked me, I shouted, without saying a word, ‘Get off me! Now!’ and he did.”
“I felt a buzzing in my brain, as if I had stepped into a signal between to other people.”
“Do you mind if I try on you? I’d like to see what happens.”
“Sure. Just don’t make me go insane.”
Tithea yelled at Kirianne, without opening his mouth [walk backwards 2 steps!] Kirianne looked amazed as her feet took two steps backwards. Tithea ran over to her and said
“Are you ok? I mean, did I hurt you?”
“No, I’m fine. It felt like someone was moving my feet for me, and… I couldn’t resist.”
Tithea & Kirianne pondered this, when Odus Milo walked in again.
PLEASE play some Megaman Games.
((Sorry to say this… but…
What are Megaman Games?))
What are Megaman Games? WHAT ARE MEGAMAN GAMES?! GAAAAAAH! *explodes*
*rematerializes*
[in a sweet voice]
Have you tried looking it up on Google?
((AJAR, it’s okay to like video games and stuff, but can you please not take over this RPG with them? We sort of have an established plot going, and a lot of people, I think, are resenting that you’re trying to change it for your own purposes. If you want to RP characters out of video games, go to the Mary Sues RPG.))
Yeah, now that I look at them closely, it seems like they are characters from a video/ computer game. You can have dangerous robots, but please make them original. After all, that’s what MuseBlog it about. Originality.
Two villains now?
((plus the asteroid))
The Tibetan Plateau! New Tokyo! The Falkland islands! New Berlin!
((People, Feel free to work to stop me at any time.
Lord Kelvin is a Good Guy.
I mean Dr. Cyrano.
((190- That’s rather a lot of characters… I don’t really mind, I’m just thinking that it may be hard to keep from forgetting some of them. For you and the rest of us.))
Don’t worry, I’ll manage. Besides, I don’t plan on having my characters meet your characters, except, quite possibly, for Tamf.
((188 – Ummm… that was really OOC… *awkward moment*))
((Sorry, I’m trying to get in a plot twist where it turns out Tithea, Seth, and Odus turn out to actually have some sorta power thing that the govt. accidentally gave them, after using them to experiment on. They replaced their real history with fake, natural history.))
((Enc…. you should really talk to SR. Because your RP sounds, like, exactly like something he wanted me to RP. And I said no to.))
((But, I mean, that was OOC. For several characters. We did have a plan here…. although I have to admit that SR’s end of it involved a bunch of clichés. Then again, he probably isn’t actually going to use them. Anyway, I don’t think Seth has ever had government testing. Tithea can have had testing if you want, but did you ever read Seth and Odus’s profiles?…))
((See, Odus had government testing because of his pain tolerance, and he managed to put a telekinesis patch on himself and escape. The government didn’t “replace his history” or anything like that. They gave him a memory wipe so that all he remembers is his desire to find his family–he’s forgotten everything else. He doesn’t remember anything before the testing, besides his family. We have a really good plot twist coming, too. (Yes, we’ve been discussing this.) I don’t know what I-Man’ s been planning for Seth, but I do know that he never had any kind of testing, and that was WAY OOC…))
((But, if Seth was a childhood friend of Odus, wouldn’t he have had the testing too? And, yes, a memory wipe is what I’m talking about.
I read their histories, but I found that when the govt. kicked him out, they did testing on him, and memory wiped him. If I-man doesn’t mind, can we keep it?
PS, What’s OOC?))
((Out Of Character))
((Out of character.
And I was a friend of Odus, but I didn’t follow him when he ran away. And Odus only got captured by the govt. on his way back.
And I do mind quite a bit, thank you very much.))
((OK, ok *grumbles* sorry.))
((What do I do??))
((Wait for Daisy and AvalonGirl, I think.))
((Er, sorry! I’ll try to see what I can come up with…))
Eurine:
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I couldn’t believe what I saw during the spacewalk. I looked out at all of the stars in different stages of their lives, just like what I remember studying with Father.
“Wait, why are we here again?”
((I am extremely confused at what my character is doing. Help!))
((192.1.1 – Yeah, that was way OOC and it didn’t exactly fit with some character histories. Can we just disregard post 188?))
“Okay, you want to play – let’s play!” I said, jumping in the air and kicking the tools into the wall. I landed just in time to see Odus jump off the bed (somehow dodging Kirianne’s EMW) and leap at me.
((Thanks. I wanted to ask if we could do that, but I felt kind of bad, since we didn’t use Enc’s plot idea before…. but yeah, let’s just ignore those posts. Enc, I promise you can have a big plot twist, just not that one. I mean, it wasn’t just OOC for Seth, it was OOC for Kirianne and quite possibly Odus, if we take 190.1 into account…))
Somehow, Odus got around Kirianne’s EMW and jumped at Seth. Ohcake, she thought, racing over to try to do something. Hand-to-hand combat wasn’t really her strong point, but at the moment she wanted to pound that little brat’s face in…
((Someone can come in and intervene, if they like. Just nothing quite as dramatic as what Enceladus had in mind.))
I heard a commotion in the hospital room. I ran over, because I thought I heard Kirianne yell something from there. I peeked in an was suprised by what I saw. Kirianne seemed to be attacking Odus, who I think was attacking Seth. Seth might have been attacking Kirianne. I jumped out, because I’m pretty bad at hand-to-hand combat. I remembered why they couldn’t kill Odus, why he’s so important, and how I knew the name. I thought back to my past, and blacked out.
((Help?!?!?!?!?))
((I put this is the wrong spot))
The Tibetan Plateau! New Tokyo! The Falkland islands! New Berlin!
((People, Feel free to work to stop me at any time.))
Ok, I think you can take a break now. I don’t want you touching Japan.
FENNA
It was very early, but guards were already on duty when we snuck through the side entrance. As we climbed up the empty stairs, Noelani told Minerva and me about the device she’d acquired.
“It’s a tiny transmitter that will block the signals to the Ceratocephalon’s chip so that Tamf can’t control en,” She telepathed. “It just attaches behind the ear, and it’s basically imperceptible if you don’t know where to look.”
“That should work,” agreed Minerva. “But there are still the chains to take care of.”
“Oh, I’ve got something for that.” I interrupted. “I’ve got an EMP knife that I got from… somewhere.”
((AvalonGirl??? What do we do???))
((Or actually…)) We began to climb the stairs, panting by the time we reached the top. The Ceratocephalon turned with it saw the door open, and we whispered our plan to it.
((Okay, I have to get off the computer now. Sorry I can’t post more.))
“Stay out of this!” someone yelled to Kirianne. She couldn’t tell which of them it was.
“No!” she yelled back.
“Did someone call?” someone said from behind her.
“Argh! Tithea, not you too! Get away from here–huh?’
He had suddenly slumped to the ground.
“Jeez, why is everyone fainting today?” she muttered, then dragged Tithea out of the way of Seth and Odus (who were still fighting).
“Well, ordinarily I would call Sickbay, but I’m in Sickbay…”
((I’m assuming Odus is still on top of Seth))
The boy Seth was underneath me. I wanted to kill him! I had worked half my life towards one destination, and he was just going to prance in with his girlfriend ((yes, girlfriend. Odus has no knowledge about the relationship between Seth and Kirianne, and would assume that they are related in this way.)) and stop me. I didn’t think so.
Smack. I connected with Seth’s nose.
Smash. I pounded on his chest.
Each blow made me more and more angry.
I would have continued forever if my telekinesis hadn’t acted up. A vase of flowers flew across the room and smacked me in the head. I collapsed on Seth, giving him enough time to push me off of him.
That gave me a full view of the damage I had done.
There was a lot of it.
Suddenly I felt scared. How could I have done this? I could have killed him! I had probably broken a few bones! I was strong. I didn’t like that.
I ran.
DAY CHANGE
I woke up in the middle of a city.
How did I get here?
My thoughts echoed around in my head.
The city seemed to be abandoned, until I saw someone dart between two buildings. I went over to investigate, just in time see the person turn a corner.
All of a sudden, I heard something. It was roaring in my ears. Even though it was quiet compared to some sounds I had heard in the lab, it seemed like the loudest noise I had ever heard. I heard somebody scream. I didn’t want to turn that corner.
I turned the corner.
Lasers were flying everywhere. People were lying on the ground, some dead, some injured and crying. Some of the people had uniforms, but many were dressed in dirty, ripped clothing. They all had a weapon of some sort. Some of them didn’t have laser guns, and were fighting with ancient things, like shotguns, that actually used bullets. Some people didn’t even have that, and were fighting with clubs and garden tools. I saw somebody on the ground who looked like they had been hit with a garden weasel. I looked away, but the image was stuck in my mind.
I turned and ran. I ran and ran and ran, never seeming to get tired, until my legs stopped. Then I collapsed in the middle of the road and cried.
((For those of you who can’t tell, Odus is on the Holodeck. RQ’s idea.))
((Umm… I’ve been gone, so could anyone tell me what’s going on? Is the rebel ship leaving yet? I’ve only been able to follow what my character’s been doing, so I want to get him involved. Could somebody help?))
(((After a long dissapearance (I’ve been extremely busy), I’m back and will repost my profile.
((Oh, cool! I’ll do manga style, and I’m outside city. Description below.
Name: Kaylee Smith
Long dark brown hair, usually in a thick braid that is down to waist, huge, piercing emerald eyes, does martial arts, (yeah, I’m thinking Ranma 1/2 here a bit) is super-athletic, etc.
Personality:
hot-tempered, though loyal to friends, and always getting into fights. Could be called a bandit sometimes. She also has an unexpected side that is kind and compassionate, and she always helps those in need.
History:
Uh, all I’ve decided so far is that she’s an orphan, and doesn’t know who her parents are. Smith is just the name she was given at the orphanage-ish type of place that she was brought up in. ))
Can someone give me an general summary, please?))
((General summary… AvalonGirl (Noelani) Daisy*chain (Fenna) and I are working in the Resistance. We have disabled a hypnotizer and are going to free bluefire27. (the Ceratocephalon who was supposed to guard the hypnotizer but wants to fight in Nick Tamf) I have a misty idea of what everyone else is doing (enough to understand it very vaguely, there’s a lot going on)))
((AvalonGirl- What’s the computer chip you gave me for? I still have it.))
((Oops… I meant “against Nick Tamf” Sorry!))
((Can somebody put me into the story, as I have no idea where to go? P*ease?))
((Oh my caking wung. I COMPLETELY forgot about this thread. Oh, well, I seriously doubt TMFA has been active since I left. *checks* Yeah.))
I reported for work precisely at 11 AM the following day, sleep-deprived (I had been unsuccessful in finding the assassin the previous night) but ‘eager’.
((SORRYSORRYSORRY! Forgot to check this thread! -bows in shame-
Ok, the chip I gave Minerva includes something that beeps violently if I want her to know where I am, because that part is also a GPS for my location…it’s a locater. If you program someone’s -insert fingerprint/DNA here- into the thing, you can find them anytime, anywhere!
And we need bluefire to respond to the ‘plan’.))
I whispered into the ear of the Ceratocephalon. I could have telepathed it, but I really shouldn’t…that would shorten the life of my InvisiPatch, make me see-able much earlier. Even if I hid, I’d likely get found, which would really stink!
“Ok, here’s the plan…I have a patch to stop Tamf’s commands, but keep the good stuff. My friend here-her name is Fenna-has an EMP knife that we can cut your chains with. And I have a name for you…”
((Ok, I can’t decide on a name, bluefire-I think we should either go with Aosai or one you choose.))
((It’s fine. We survived without you to lead us.))
((Aosai sounds good.))
AOSAI
“Ok, here’s the plan: I have a patch to stop Tamf’s commands, but keep the good stuff,” said Noelani. “My friend here, her name is Fenna, has an EMP knife that we can cut your chains with. And I have a name for you… Aosai.”
Instantly I felt my power grow, and had to restrain myself from shouting as I said, “Quick, Fenna, cut the chains!” She did so, and now we could make good our escape
((I am LEAVING for two weeks up to New York. I may or may not be on-so I’d like to turn control of my character over.
SilverLeopard and Daisy*chain may control Noelani-bluefire can powerplay her a little, but not too much.
Is that fine with everyone?))
((Sounds good. Have fun in NY! [gosh, it feels so odd saying that- I live in the state!] Are you going to NYC?))
((I live in NY too. Have fun while you’re up here!))
((Heh, I live in NYS too. I think she’s talking about the city, though. I’m going in two weeks!))
I woke up on the hospital bed. I saw Seth, battered and bruised. Odus must have gotten him. I the old days of our testing, he always was the strongest and most resistant to pain. How did I suddenly remember that? The govt. gave me a mind-wipe, and I couldn’t remember remembering this before. I realized that fainting, which is what Odus did, must have cause the memories to come back (no pun intended). I could remember what I could to do. I could mentally tell people what to do, and they had to.
<> I ‘said’ to Kirianne. Startled, she walked towards me, mechanically went to the sink, and got me some water.
“How did you do that?” She asked.
“I’ll tell you… why?”
“Because you’re my friend.”
“Should friends share powerful secrets?”
((Oh, shoot. Part of it got messed up.))
““““““““““““““““`
{{Bring me a drink}} I ’said’ to Kirianne. Startled, she walked towards me, mechanically went to the sink, and got me some water.
“How did you do that?†She asked.
“I’ll tell you… why?â€
“Because you’re my friend.â€
“Should friends share powerful secrets?â€
((Armada! Come back! Is she on vacation?))
((I don’t think she could get to the computer today. She ought to be here tomorrow.))
((Ack! Help! I’ve been horrible with checking up on this thread.))
“Yeah, I suppose that would classify as a pretty powerful secret.” Kirianne handed Tithea the water and went to wake Seth and give him some. Geez, I seem to be an unofficial medical officer today, she thought. I wonder where all the real ones have gotten to.
“Seth?” She tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, wake up!” He didn’t move. Drat. There was rather a large lump on his head…. was it a concussion? Where the heck were all the medical officers?
207.1-((Um…let me see. We’re in Manhattan, I’m typing this from a NetBook. I cannot RP right now, however…I’m moving this to the Kokonventions thread, if I can find it~!))
((I’m getting sick of waiting for someone to come and get me, so I’m recruiting NPCs.))
Errata:
It took forever for the controller to realize I wasn’t landing. He finally radioed me- He must not have a Telepathy implant- to as me what was wrong.
I answered respectfully- Angering him wouldn’t get me out sooner. “The landing port is occupied, Sir.”
“Oh, I was wondering. You’re rescheduled to docking port… 43. It should be right near the one you were scheduled to.”
“Yes Sir. Flying there immediately, Sir.”
It took me a few moments to get there, and a few more to set up the proper landing path. It was, all in all, about two minutes, after being rescheduled, to land. I got off the ship, and the unloading party was right there. I smiled, motioned toward the ship, and said, “Get started!”
It was a bit of time before I remembered there was no way for them to have gotten there, since Docking Port 42 came out a ways from here, and they’d have to move all their stuff. Maybe they misunderstood from the beginning. I sat by, idly watching them unload everything, not commenting on the single man sitting near me watching them too. The foreman, I assumed, though why he wasn’t shouting was a mystery. After a bit, they finished unloading everything, and started moving off. The foreman didn’t move. I told him this. “Excuse me, but your men are leaving.” He looked up, looked alarmed, and began gathering up his things. “Thanks for warning me.”
“No problem.” I studied the workers a bit closer. “Aren’t they going the wrong way? The storage room is that way.” I pointed. The foreman looked up again.
“You’re right.” He stuck his hand in his pocket, sucked in a big breath- And pulled out a gun, lightly pressing the cool barrel to my arm.
“Awfully sorry, miss, but you’re coming with us. Don’t scream, don’t alert anyone, don’t do anything, and we promise we won’t hurt you. By the way, this gun has a disrupter that sends electrical current through your body, turning off all electrical devices. You can’t telepath anyone now.”
I tried it. He was right. “What if I told you I have an electric leg, or other vital function?”
“You don’t.” He was positive. “We checked before coming here. Besides, those who accompany special fuel shipments rarely have replacement organs.”
I found another thread to grab at, and blurted it out. “If it’s a special fuel shipment, won’t it be missed?”
“Not a chance, miss. Not a chance.”
He didn’t even explain why. I didn’t ask.
((I’m trying to fit into the storyline finally, so I have to ask a couple of questions to see if I can jump in. Where did that take place? In the rebel ship? Is anyone on the reel ship? Does ANYONE care about the rebel ship anymore? If you’re at some satellite, then Xavier and Andreia(and his family) can fly over there))
((Armada! Come to this thread!)) ((I hope that she’s here today…))
((Sorry I couldn’t be here, I was at Space Academy.))
Zerzura:
From the gasping I heard over their communicators, I could tell Eurine and Lynette were appreciative of the view as well.
“Wait, why are we here again?†Eurine asked. I couldn’t honestly blame her for being distracted.
“We’re recovering the defunct satellite.” I said, laughing a little bit. “See the big purple button on the side of your jetpack?”
“Yup.”
“Got it.”
“When you hit that, autopilot will be engaged and you’ll be flying towards the coordinates the computer gave us for interception. The autopilot doesn’t work in close situations, so you’ll need to hit it again when we’re about a hundred feet from the satellite and retake control.”
((Are you in the same place as Errata?))
((Nope. I’m being escorted by a random NPC to somewhere, where I will have the rebellion explained to me. I’ll either then remain a prisoner, or else become a spy for the rebels. Haven’t decided yet…))
Eurine:
I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thanks. I kinda blanked there. Now, off to the satellite!”
I pushed the purple button. I wonder what’s going on back at SickBay . . .
What had I been thinking? How could I have almost killed someone? In my search for family, had I become a mindless killer? I deserved to die. I made my way back to the horrific scene of war.
((in response to RQ’s post on the BA thread: What do you want me to RP?? I’m freaking unconscious!))
((Oh, umm, sorry about that. You can wake up, you know!))
((Yeah, I was kind of hoping you’d wake up.))
((I figured that much, but I don’t know what to write!!))
Noelani attached the chip and we turned to climb down the stairs. Success! Fenna put the extra invisibility patch on Aosai (if that works all right) and we began to descend the stairs. Occasionally we heard some sounds, but we made it to the bottom floor fine.
((ARMADA! I saw a post of yours… I know you’re here somewhere! *squints* AHA! *dives into alter ego thread*))
((Fishy, I’m here, but I don’t know what’s going on….can someone give me a summary and tell me where Andreia is, please?))
((To know where Andreia is, look at post 176. For the summary, I am not entirely sure; everyone else seems to know where he is, and what’s going on. (((I know that I said “he,” but in that sentence, it means boys and girls))) I think most people are in a satellite trying to free something/one. I want to get up there, because it seems that everyone has given up on the rebel ship idea that I continue to cling on to. If we need to get to the satellite, we can just take the rebel ship, or some other random (((smaller))) ship. I think I can still pull through with my idea.))
((Oh, you mean we haven’t moved since then? Wow….
I have to get offline now, I’ll RP next time I’m on. I swear.
Use ‘en’ when referring to both genders. ‘He’ is considered minorly sexist these days. [/semi-rant]))
((AHA-HA-HA-HA ACTION TIME!!!))
…….That was when the alarms went off.
All of us except Aosai were beginning to fade into visibility, and the motion-sensor cameras had noticed us.
“CAKE!” Noelani and I swore.
We could hear the guards outside approaching.
Minerva ran to the windows. “All the doors are blocked!” she said.
“Cakecakecakecakecakecakecake…” I muttered to myself, searching through my bag and pockets.
“This way!” came Aosai’s voice. He opened a hidden door in the wall disguised as paneling- the servant’s corridor.
I pulled out one of my favorite items- a smoke bomb. Nothing serious, just enough to fill the room with a dark fog to mask our exit and befuddle the security.
“Hold on,” Minerva said, running to the staircase door and opening it. “They’ll think we’ve gone upstairs.”
“Good idea. Now let’s go!” Noelani yelled.
We all slipped into the hidden hallway and I threw the smoke bomb, shutting the door behind us.
Our jetpacks carried us along as the line between night and day approached below us. Overhead, a Powersat orbiting much farther out briefly glinted in the sunlight as it beamed invisible microwave energy down to the surface.
The satellite came slowly into view, gaining detail. But what surprised us were two newer satellites near it.
“Those GrappleSats aren’t on the computer’s charts.”
((I-Man, you can wake yourself up now. If you don’t, I’ll have to.))
((I TOLD you, I don’t know what to write!!!!!))
((Okay, okay. I can RP you waking up if you can’t think of anything.))
I woke to the sound of the ship’s engines revving. “Hey, Xavier, wake up! We’re moving!”
“Huh” Xavier rolled over and opened his eyes. “We’re…oh!” He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. “Great. So what do we do now?”
I shrugged. “Dunno…wait, I guess. It’s going to take a couple hours to get to the space station ((we are going to the space station, aren’t we? Please say yes))….does anyone have a deck of cards?”
Xavier yawned. “Or we could go back to sleep…”
“Oh, please. This is an adventure. You can sleep some other time…”
………………
The sound of the engines changed, slowed down. Xavier and I both jumped up. “We’re here!” Xavier exclaimed.
Then a message sounded through the ship’s speakers. “You are under attack, unidentified vessel. Please stop and surrender. You have thirty seconds before we shoot.”
Xavier and I turned to each other with what must have been identical expressions of horror. It was a while before either of us spoke.
“Uh-oh,” Xavier said finally.
((Please tell me I’m not posting something unrelated to the plot! We can just ignore this if you hate it, Fishy.))
((I like it…))
((Oh, good. I thought Fishy and I sort of needed a twist of our own. *waits for Fishy to come comment*))
((FISHY! Come over here and tell me what you think of my RP!))
((I think he went somewhere… check the Random Thread.))
((Yeah, but he said he’d be able to come on, and he just posted…oh well.))
((Sorry! The wi fi goes in and off, and I don’t get much time time to use my iPod. Yes, that was a very nice twist! We can tie this into the main plot easily!))
((It’s fine. Okay, great!))
more land, more land, more land!
((A PowerSat is an orbiting satellite that gathers solar energy 24/7 and sends it down to Earth to power cities.))
“Wake up, Seth,” Kirianne said, shaking him with increasing urgency.
“Kirianne? Is something wrong?” asked Tithea.
“Yeah, something’s wrong. He won’t wake up. Not to mention the broken arm and the gigantic lump on his head. As soon as I find that little creep, I’m going to kill him.”
Tithea handed her an instrument. “Here. I think this is supposed to heal broken bones, but you have to get the bone into place first. I can do it if you want, but you’d probably be better at it than me.”
“No, you should stay there. You never know, you could faint again.” Gritting her teeth and trying not to think about it, she twisted Seth’s arm into place and turned on the…. whatever-it-was.
“How long am I supposed to hold this here for?” she asked Tithea. “Do you, by any chance, see an instruction manual around here?”
“No, but one time when I broke my arm I remember the doctor telling me it would only take a minute.”
“Has it been a minute yet?” Kirianne said, trying not to panic. This was why she was a scientist and not a nurse. At least he wasn’t awake to feel the pain.
“Ow!” she heard.
And this would be the “it couldn’t be worse” syndrome, she said to herself resignedly. I have horrible karma. Not that I believe in that stuff.
She pushed a button on the instrument that was supposed to turn it off, then took it away from Seth’s arm and was about to put it on the tray with the other instruments when she noticed the threads on the carpet knitting themselves together.
Wrong button. There goes the karma again.
Pushing the only other button on the stupid thing, she stuck it on the tray and turned around. Sure enough, Seth was awake.
“Sorry about that,” she said sheepishly ((nice tongue twister….)).
His only reply was “Ow.”
Probably set his arm wrong, too…
“Actually, it’s fine,” he said.
“Oh gosh, did I say that aloud? I always do that.”
((I-Man, get back here and RP us to the day change!))
We hurried down the hall, the smoke bomb exploding and filling the room behind us. ((Er… what do I do????))
I wandered in a daze over to the scene of death, and picked up a blaster. I should have been crying, but I didn’t feel emotion right now. I felt the barrel, cold in my hand, as I held the gun to my head. My index finger was on the trigger. I squeezed it.
((Where are the other people who are spacewalking with me?))
((I was on the spacewalk! What do you want to do?))
“No, you didn’t say it out loud. I just overheard your thought.”
“Please try not to do that. I really would like the privacy of my own thoughts.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. It’s like over hearing a conversation that’s happening next to you.”
“Say, can you try to find people with your telepathy-ness or whatever? I really need to beat Odus up.”
“I’ve never done it before, seeing as I just discovered my powers, but I could try.”
I searched for Odus. Then, as I thought {{Odus Milo}} I mentally zoomed over to the holodeck. I saw Odus standing there, looking lost, afraid, and angry.
“He’s on the holodeck! C’mon!” I shouted to Kirianne.
We ran over to the holodeck, hoping to find Odus.
((I’m hoping for a battle between Odus and I, with Odus and his telekinesis and pain resistance, and me with me telepathy-ness.))
((Actually, it was Seth who replied to my “thought,” which I did say out loud. Also, we’re behind. Odus is on the holodeck the next morning. We have to wait.))
((Idea: Odus was sent through a time machine to tomorrow morning. And it was ambiguous. Sorry.))
Xavier felt like they should surrender. He sent the message through the computer. He felt powerful. He could control this whole ship if he wanted to. And then he thought,Why do I need to surrender? We have weapons!
He felt the missile systems, and the laser systems. He got excited. He could do anything.
But then it stopped. He couldn’t feel electricity anymore. He felt shut off. This feeling of secluded-ness made him light-headed. He almost fainted, but the speaker kept him conscious.
WE ARE NOW COMING TO TAKE PRISONERS. THANK YOU FOR COOPERATING, BUT KNOW THAT ANY RESISTERS WILL BE KILLED. HAVE A NICE DAY.
“Have a nice day?” Wow. These guys are arrogant.
Xavier didn’t know what to do. From Andreia’s look, neither did she. He tried to connect with the technology again. It felt like he had lost a part of him, a higher consciousness. He didn’t like it. He had to get his ability back.
He sat down, and cleared his head.
“This is no time to be meditating!” advised Andreia.
“I’m trying to feel out the ship!”
“Oh, well, hurry it up, they’re gonna’ take us!”
“Ok, Ok….”
He felt a flicker in his head. No, a switch. Suddenly, the knowledge of the wires and electricity around him was all available to Xavier. But something stood out. Something powerful. In his pocket. It was the EMP (EMP, not EMW. It’s a different type of gun, look it up) blaster his father had given him. It was much more powerful than Xavier had ever believed. And he could make it stronger.
He had to do it quick; his power might switch off at any second.
Xavier looked out the window. There was only one, small war-ship. He ran to the air-lock. Andreia ran with him.
“You have an idea?”
“Yeah,”
“What should I do?”
“I need you to operate the air-lock system. It’s manual.”
He stood next to an auto-wear suit. He didn’t need to press the button; he sent some power through the battery to the computer, and instantly, he was wearing the suit. Xavier walked into the air-lock room.
Everyone had learned how to operate an air-lock system in school. She pulled the lever that closed the first door. And quickly started the sequence to release Xavier.
“5…4…3…2…1 Air-Lock released.”
Xavier flew out of the ship, but stay strapped to the ship. He took out his EMP blaster. Thankfully, it worked in a vacuum. He even had a mini air-lock system in his suit, so that he could take things out. It took him a second, but he got the gun out.
Xavier felt its power, but he didn’t have time to enjoy it. He blasted as much energy as he could into the gun. For a second, it was extraordinarily bright, and after a second, there was the sight of the ship floating back to Earth. It would easily be detected, and intercepted. The ship, and the people inside it, would be fine.
Xavier sighed, and felt the switch flicker off as he drifted off to sleep.
——————————————————————————————————————–
He woke up to his family. They were smiling.
“You did it!”
Xavier smiled, and went back to sleep.
I didn’t feel the pain, but that was probably my pain resistance. My vision turned red, and then black, as I fell to the ground and died.
((Yep. I am seriously starting to doubt my ability to write a normal, happy story. Maybe the Magic RPG.))
((YOU DIED!? Sorry, but I don’t even know what character you have… Who is it? Does it affect me?))
((Odus Milo. And remember he’s on the holodeck, so he probably only believes he’s dead.))
((You probably don’t even HAVE that ability.))
((I think you’re right. Which is strange…he’s, like, the opposite of that in real life. Maybe that’s why. It’s sort of sad…))
((Aaw, thanks, Armarmalade!
Yeah, so you guys think that Odus is whacked up now, wait until you hear the rest of his backstory. Ooh, boy.))
“Actually, it’s fine,” I said.
“Oh gosh, did I say that out loud? I always do that.”
“No problem,” I said, smiling a little. Then my smile disappeared as I said, “Where’s Odus?”
“We don’t know – he ran away after almost killing you.”
“Right,” I said, standing up, “I’m going to go look for him.”
“Now? It’s…” she checked the clock. “…almost midnight!”
((What post does that correspond with?))
((237.))
((Ooh. I was looking for a post where someone asked the time.
I understand now.))
We moved closer to the GrappleSats, and we could see some sort of symbol marked on their side.
“I don’t recognize that, does it mean anything to either of you?”
((Did my post not get through or something?))
((Seems like it. Maybe you should repost.))
((Because there has been no time travel, realizers, or derealizers, I shall now put one of those in. I think we’re going to have to re-RP what we have now. Sorry, but I think it’ll be really cool to see how it’s different.))
I left the hospital wing, and went over to the machine room. I scavenged through the junk, until I found what I wanted. A time machine. I set the time and date, right at about the point where I could intercept Odus Milo. I turned the machine on, strapped it to myself, and left.
The time machine is like a backpack that you strap to your back, and you dissolve, and arrive at the time and place you specify. paradoxes are prevented, because the traveler retains the memory, and usually comes back.
I arrived and saw Odus walking up the hallway, over towards Kirianne. I ran over to him, and said, breathlessly,
“Don’t go over and talk to Kirianne. It’ll lead to a lot of trouble, and she doesn’t really want to talk to you, or know you.”
“Who are you? And how could she not know me?”
“She’s never heard of you. Just avoid her, and another guy named Seth Goldberg, brown hair and skin, medium height. Got that?”
“Sure… I’ll avoid them.”
“Good.”
I ran off to the machine room again, when Kirianne stopped me.
“Hey Tithea. I left you in your room, and I thought you’d stay there. Oh well. What are you doing with that time-machine? You know that’s a restricted device.”
It it? Oops. I thought. “Yeah. I know. I was just borrowing it for a short time to see how it worked. Just as test. Hey, want to go get a pizza or something down at the cafe? It’s nearly lunch.”
“Sure.” We went down to the cafeteria, and grabbed a few slices. I put the time machine under my chair, hoping to hide it. “Excuse me, but I need to go to the bathroom. Sorry!” I grabbed the time machine, and ran to the bathroom with it. I turned it on, and arrived where I had been in the machine room. I walked out, knowing that I had saved us a lot of trouble.
((We’re going to have to re-RP from where SudoRandom met RoseQuartz, except in a version where she didn’t. I think it’d be the same, except Kirianne is probably angry at Tithea for deserting her.))
((Umm, it seems pretty OOC for Odus to give up so easily. Remember, he almost killed Seth for this.))
((Well, seeing as I don’t think he remembers Seth, I don’t think that’s a problem. But, the Kirianne part does seem pretty OOC. Sorry. I really would like to use the time machine. Perhaps we could use that, and SudoRandom writes the part where I intercept him? And RoseQuartz writes the part where I talk to her? ))
((I mean, I don’t think that Odus would give up trying to talk to Kirianne just because some stranger told him to. OOH! How abouts this. Odus did die in the Holodeck, but then you use the time machine to intercept him?))
((Yeah! Seth and Kirianne are the sensible ones and decide to figure it out in the morning, but Tithea uses the time machine and intercepts Odus on the Holodeck right before he dies.))
((That’s kind of OOC. Can we keep the original, go to sleep (((in the RPG))), and use a realizer or something in the morning? P*ease?))
((240.1 – Fudge.))
“I know, but-” I started, then sighed. She was right. I walked over to one of the beds, climbed on, and fell asleep.
((RQ- Great idea. I’ll try and make Tithea pretty irrational and impulsive from now on.))
I ran over to the machine room. I had to stop Odus from running away from us, and going and stopping him from doing that. Maybe I could intercept by fighting with him. Anyway, I ran, and found a time machine. I plugged in the date, put it on my back and turned it on. Everything fizzled out of view, and No I was right outside of the Sickbay, as soon as I from the previous time was about to go in. I waited until Odus ran out again. I ran over to him.
“How did you get here so fast?” He shouted at me.
“I’ll tell you… why?” I said. He lept on me, obviously being frustrated. I said to him {{Get off me.}} And, of course, unwillingly, he did. He screamed in frustration. Suddenly, Kirianne and I burst out of the Sickbay. Everyone stopped, and stared at me.
“How are you there… and there?” Odus asked, looking creeped out.
“Tithea. What have you done now?” Kirianne asked sweetly.
I just stared at my self. I took off, setting the date for where I had been before.
Eurine:
“How am I supposed to know what that symbol-thingy is! My experience is in medicine, not dangerous space junk! Hmph,” I said.
“Somebody is moody today…”
“Yes. I am,” I replied. I’ve been yearning to know what was going on down on Earth, with all the drama at the SickBay, and Odus’s patch.
“Let’s just get this over with.”
((What exactly are we doing? I’m kind of lost, but decided to give Eurine some attitude.))
Kirianne was about to return to her quarters, but she realized that there was no point; this was Sickbay, after all. There were plenty of beds.
She had just started to get comfortable when a new memory popped into her head. Tithea’s been messing with time machines, she thought. Why does he always cause so much trouble when he’s up here?
((I need Armada again…))
((Ooookay…I’m sort of unsure what we’re doing now. I introduced a twist and you said you liked it, then basically killed it. So are we just continuing on our way now, or what?))
“Does it look like anything to you?” I asked the guy back on 42D over our communicators.
“I’m running it through the computer…”
((Should we find out it belongs to Dr. Cyrano or not?))
After only a few moments of sleep, I was woken up by the sound of someone fighting outside. “God, can’t anyone get a little bit of sleep anymore?” I muttered, jumping out of bed and running outside. Kirianne was there, Tithea, Odus, and… another Tithea.
When Seth burst out of Sickbay as well, I started to take off.
“No you don’t. You’re staying here until you explain this.” Kirianne grabbed at me, and shoved the time machine off my back. It disappeared.
“Now look what you’ve done! If I tell you what happened, it’ll cause a paradox. It always does. Then, the space station will have to explode a few days earlier to kill us, in order to stop the paradox.”
“So?”
“It means I can’t tell you anything about what’s going to happen. I can’t tell you that Odus ran away, and we couldn’t find him, that I set off in a time machine to look for him… Oh shoot.” I took off running, hoping they wouldn’t remember. I ran to the machine room again, but this time, I accidentally chose a derealizer instead of a time machine. I put it on, and found myself on a stuck, in pose that felt like I was going to chop wood.
((I was added to the Wizard Of Oz, as the Tin Woodsman.))
((Enceladus! Are you just abandoning BA? You haven’t been on there in ages! My life’s not fun without someone to hate*! (Okay, so that’s a joke.)
*If you don’t understand, I added an interesting plot twist to BA by deciding that my character hates Enceladus’s character. Nothing against Enceladus.))
((Sorry. If someone was willing to post a summary (I’d like to know where I am) I’ll come back.))
((Sorry I haven’t posted here for a while.))
Floating next to the satellite, I inspected the symbol. “No, I’ve never seen it before,” I said to Zerzura and Eurine.
((New thread, GAPAs?))
((Juat so everyone knows, I’m not going to be here for a week starting tomorrow- Rq, could you PP Odus? Nothing big. Just keep him involved, but don’t reveal anything.))
((Well, crunch with eggs.Rq will be gone too. I’ll just put Odus in a coma until I get back. Seriously. From now until I get back, ODUS IS IN A COMA.))