Sci Fi RPG*, Part 2
*Role-playing game, in this part of the multiverse.
Continued from Part One, unless our chronosynclastic infundibulum has malfunctioned.
Date: August 6, 2009
Categories: RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs
Friday, 1 December 2023
Life, the universe, pies, hot-pink bunnies, world domination, and everything
*Role-playing game, in this part of the multiverse.
Continued from Part One, unless our chronosynclastic infundibulum has malfunctioned.
Date: August 6, 2009
Categories: RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs
((0 – Wait wait wait, the whatta what is what now?))
((First Post? *is pied*
So it turns out I may have limited internet access, but I won’t be able to post much.))
((Chronosynclatic…. something to do with time? I have no idea. GAPAs, perhaps you should put a translation up there. ))
See this thread from April 2006.
((Holy Cake! I clicked on the link of one of the recent posts, thinking it was just another post on the sci fi thread. Then, I see a “first post” post above me, and I think “You’re WAY off…”
Then I noticed that this was part two! Thank you, GAPAs!!! *Repeats question from last thread* Can someone please put Armada and me into the storyline! We’re both so off. ))
((Yeah, that would be really nice. We need to be inserted into the rest of the plot.))
((Do we really even have a general plot line by now? (And I don’t mean the general setting info.)))
((I will be without internet access for a week, starting tomorrow. Can someone please powerplay Fenna when necessary?))
I give up. You can powerplay my characters.
((But we were just getting them involved!))
((Oh gosh… AVALONGIRL WE NEED YOU!!!! I’m gone until the 15th, about the same as Daisy*chain… not too great. We’ve just escaped and left the smoke bomb behind. ))
((Ack!!! I’m so confused about what’s going on! Can someone help me out?))
((We’re spacewalking to reach the satellite that’s actually the AI unit Rankine and have just discovered its movements are being manipulated by GrappleSats with the personal symbol of Dr. Cyrano on them.))
((I have no clue what’s going on))
((Maybe we should create a full summary of what’s going on with everyone. That way no one is confused like us.))
((Aren’t you conquering the world?))
((Obviously the plot is more complex than most of us thought. As I am one of these people, I can’t write the summary… I think a longer-than-KaiYves’-but-not-extremely-long-summary-explaining-who-is-where-and what-they-are-doing would be nice. We should get everyone involved in the main plot, so that no one gets more confused. People are leaving because of that… Or at least that’s why I think they’re leaving…))
((Um… I probably won’t finish a summary, but I can start one.
Let’s see…
>The rebels, (I think that’s what they’re called?) are building a ship to go… I don’t remember where. They got fuel, so I’m not sure what’s happening on that part.
>Odus, Tithea, Seth, and Kirriane, are in the infirmary, doing… Something. I think Tithea just got put into the Wizard of Oz by a Derealizer, after traveling back in time? Something.
>More characters are dealing with setting SilverLeopard’s character free.
>Xavier just saved the ship he’s on.
>Zurzura, Eurine, and KaiYves, whose name I forget, are examining AJAR’s character, the comet.
That’s all I can remember. Hope it helps!
((I AM Zerzura. I’m spacewalking with Eurine and Lynette.))
((Oops.))
((Are most people in the satellite?))
((Space station. Yes, I think so. Not every one though…))
really….ohhhhhh now everything makes sense!!! can you pass me a wrench
[This was misposted by accident. It belongs on the Magic RPG –Admin.]
((Hwey guys! I’m posting from Seattle, and don’t have much to say, but Pseudonym (who has barely any internet at all) wants me to post the profile for her character:
Name: Cobalt Sniggle
Human. Male.
Age: 72
Looks: Gray hair, blue eyes, stooped over
Personality: Frequently oblivious. Easily manipulated.
Powers/skills: Unknowingly slightly telepathic. (Unknowingly because he has very few thoughts to transmit.) Good at fencing.
She hasn’t decided the history, she told me to make it up, but I’m afraid to, with my track record. So… Off to Magic RPG!))
Cobalt Sniggle? Wasn’t he on the faculty at Studge Academy?
((It’s highly possible. She gets Muse from the library, so she has the opportunity to read older ones.))
I was kidding. Studge Academy wasn’t in Muse; it was an April Fools’ joke by MuseBlog. Later the survivors discussed it here.
Oh, yes. I saw that. I thought that was from that old article in Muse from those books with that kid who was a bad speller and a bad student and he went to that bad school and I can’t remember the name and I’ll stop now.
((Oh, darn. I posted this on the wrong RPG. That’s what happens when you make the most of few minutes of internet! Gapas, zap?))
If we zap it, we’d have to zap the reply comments, too. I added a note.
((AUGH! My huge post has been wiped out by the NetBook…twice…so this will be short. Yes, it makes us all very sad, doesn’t it?))
We ran down the hallway, side by side. “Ha!” I half-whispered, half-laughed as I kicked the door open. This was EASY!
Too easy, in fact…
…Then I saw them.
A young man holding what looked like a blaster, and a frail boy sitting next to him in a hoverchair holding a book. They both smirked at us, and it was giving me a nasty horrid feeling! “Intruders…must be eliminated!” the man snarled, pointing the blaster-thingy at us.
“Ha!” I heard Minerva laugh confiently.
“We can block your sho-” I stopped in mid-sentence, my mouth open, looking at the gun’s design for the first time. The man picked up the book, smirked and muttered “Perfect,” and opened it to the middle.
“Oh, friggin cake,” I heard what sounded like Fenna hiss in disbelief behind me. It seemed we’d all come to the same conclusion about what the gun actually was…
“PORTABLE DEREALIZER!” I screamed as the energy wave touched us.
Then we were gone.
((Ok, I want us all to get transported into a Harry Potter book, but keep our memories. Then me and Fenna or Minerva are taken into different books-when we’re all rescued, something went wrong with my rescue from the book and I’m now stuck in the character’s body hat I took on and I have a double personality-one of the character and one of the real me. If anyone wanted to know, I wanna be Shay from Specials.))
AOSAI
Oh cake, I thought. I was experiencing a strange phenomenon. It was indescribable; it was like what I thought a black hole was like, if you could survive it. When it finally ceased, I felt a most curious sensation. Being in the form of words is not like being a solid thing. You have to do whatever the words say that you do. Yet, you are not actually doing anything at all. It’s very odd, and there is no real way that I can think of to describe it. All I knew was that I had somehow been transformed into a character in a story, and that my future had already been written; -literally!
((I want to become Buckbeak in the book.))
((Ok…depending on what book we’re in, I’m either Ginny or Hermione.))
((Well, if I’m Buckbeak, its either PoA (3) or OotP (5) ))
((Ahh… i feel more relaed. This thread isn’t moving as quickly as the first one was… I’m going to ask again, does anybody think tthat they can RP Armada and Me into the main group. We just want to fit in! Just kidding, but not really.))
((I’m probably some random Hogwarts student who only gets mentioned once in the whole series.))
((Are you with them? I don’t think you are…))
You’re not with them, Kai. You’re still on the spacewalk. You haven’t been derealized at any point.
((Right, I just said that because she said “I want us ALL…”))
((“All” meaning everyone with her.))
((OOTP then. Kai-hmmm…nuuu-IGOTTABELUNA.))
((I’ll be, um, ( I wanted to be Luna, but okay, you can) someone on the Quidditch team, probably Angelina, or Hermoine, which is probably more convenient.
((**DON’T FORGET ABOUT ME**))
((**OR ARMADA**))
((Since the guy playing Rankine has apparently left, do you think we should continue with the satellite-recovery plot?))
((I suppose I’ll be… Moaning Myrtle. I have no idea how that’s going to work out, but I will make it work.))
((……… I can’t think of anything to post! Why?!! This always happens!))
((I think being Hermione would be convenient. I’ll be her.))
im so confused WHAT IS GOING ON here?????????
((Are you new? If you’d like to join this Role-play, then read the first thread! Also, you should head over the the neophytes thread! It’s right on the front page.))
((You know, we’re in the middle of a battle that was primarily arranged for your convenience, oven in BATANG. (Convenient link here: https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=3035) A summary was just posted. COME ON BACK!))
((*over, not oven. ))
((Guys…help me and Fishy…please…))
((I think Noelani came up with a good idea… Let’s get to the space station.))
((While you’re at it, you could also help my character? She was just taken captive by the Rebels, and needs to have everything explained to her.
((Daisy, it’s book five we got transported into. Then me and you or Minerva are taken into different books-when we’re all rescued, something went wrong with my rescue from the book and I’m now stuck in the character’s body that I took on and I have a double personality-one of the character and one of the real me. I’m going to write that because I am a lazy person who needs to write an RP entry and this makes her feel better…also because I may forget tomorrow.))
It was an odd feeling, I realized, becoming a character who’s entire personality was written, and so was their fate. I knew my body had changed, and I knew who I was, and from that, I knew which book I was in…
I was, without any doubt, Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix., and that was suprisingly not that disturbing-I mean, I loved the character!
I heard myself speak, felt my facial muscles move, and yet I wasn’t doing anything. It sounded strange…but it was soon to come to an end…and sadly, this was likely better than what I’d be going in to, although I didn’t know it yet.
But it was all going to come to an end…and I’d be descending into an even worse half-life.
((28- Oh, right… In that case I’ll be Marietta Edgecombe. Simply because I hate her so.))
I couldn’t see anything, but from the vague rustly sounds around me, I could gather what book we were in. My character’s part hadn’t yet showed up, so I was stuck waiting till the action came to my page.
((29-I’m speeding up for me-partly because time runs differently in the book than in the real world, and partly because I’ve wanted to write this scene for days. I get put back in, but it activated the telepathy chip that my personality still has-so I can telepath you guys, even if I don’t know who you’ve been changed into. And if your character looks at mine in the eyes, you’ll be able to tell that it’s me.
BUT, the mental block put on my mind will: in the book, my consciousness will just ‘blank out’ for a while. In the real world, I’ll have periods when I take on the personality traits of Luna. Ok?))
IN A TOP-SECRET GOVERNMENT BUILDING:
“Curses!” a tall woman snarled at a young man, slamming her hand down on top of a book. “I told you to keep those intruders apart, but what do you do? You place them-” she held up the book that Noelani, Fenna, Aosai, and Minerva has been sucked into- “into one book, and now I have to use a specialized derealizer to pull two of them back out and place them into other ones!”
And she did it. The four blue rays of electricity, from the special derealizer the woman was using, snaked into the book and quickly fled back out-wrapped around two hands! Piece by piece, one character slowly emerged as a real human being, although she had a strange quality about her.
No mistake; it was Luna Lovegood-rather, it was Noelani, trapped in that body, and she looked every bit the part! Hovering in midair, knocked out, with the rays keeping her in place, it didn’t seem good…and it wasn’t.
“The book!” the woman called to the young man, but sighed. “Maybe I’ll just put a block on her mind. After all, she’s going to be trapped in that body for possibly forever-that’s an odd result as they normally go back to their real form, but never mind that; I’ll give her the proper mind to go with that body!” She pushed a dial on the special derealizer, than another, and Noelani was pulled back into the book. The woman turned and walked away, calling to the man, “Send it up to the space station. They’re trapped in there unless someone uses a realizer on that book, which I don’t think is likely.”
((If explanations are needed, I’ll give them; just ask!))
((Umm… okay, so are we still all together?))
((Could we write a complete summary before we post anymore? It seems that everyone is even more confused now that people have left and the plot has gone even farther. We might even need a summarizing thread for this mess.))
((SORT-OF SUMMARY:
Ok, so right now there’s two groups.
One consists of AvalonGirl (Noelani), bluefire (Aosai), SilverLeopard (Minerva), and Daisy*chain (Fenna), who have been derealized into a copy of the fifth Harry Potter book, after trying to rescue Aosai from the place he was kept as a guard dog. And yes, they’ve been derealized by the government, read former posts from all four to get a gist of their feeling, especially #15.
Group two consists of all the other RPers here who are on the space station, and because I’m not with them, I can’t explain what’s going on.
Also, there might be a group three, but I’m not sure. This is definitely a sort-of summary!
NOTE: Ok, I’m thinking that to merge our stories, the book group one is in gets shipped up to the space station, and out of curiosity (or by accident), someone turns a realizer on the book, freeing group one. But Noelani is trapped in the body of Luna Lovegood, instead of reverting back to her natural appearance-so, group two RPers, can someone find the book and use a realizer on it to free the rest of us?
Thanks~!))
((Right, got that.))
((Space station people-can one of you find a copy of HP:OOTP in a shipment from Earth and use a realizer on it? Errata, Armada, TFATF42, anyone who’s with you guys, PLEASE do that! Thanks~!))
((We can, once we get back to the station. Actually, since the guy playing Rankine’s dropped out, we could just say it’s an ordinary satellite, recover it as we’ve planned, and return to help you guys.))
((I like that idea. Are there any people who are not in the space station besides Armada and I?))
((Beside the group in the book and you and Armada, no.))
((Come on, people….))
“Never mind the Grapple-Sat. It’s not affecting the thing you’ve come for.” Our moker guy said, as we moved in closer with our jetpacks on manual control.
((Since it’s not Rankine anymore, it would be fun to have it be some reference to something or some real-life probe and then have none of us know what it is,))
((Come to the Sci Fi thread!))
((Wait, what are we going to do once we’re all together in the space station?))
((We’re going to use the realizer on the book to set everybody inside free.))
((No, I’m just wondering about what we do after that.))
((We save the world. Or we give up and start a new one.))
((Personally, I think we should do both at the same time, but that’s just me.
Or we intertwine the plot with BA, because we feel like it.
…What? Don’t they take place at the same time or about? I mean, in Ba there’s lightsabers, lightning whips, PPGs, blasters, debunnifaction (yes, I know I spelled it wrong) machines…which should exist here. Or maybe we get put through into an alternate universe where HPBs have taken over the world, but it’s the same planet.
Also, in case nobody noticed, I’m shamelessly pulling from Mira from Bakugan: New Vestroia for part of my character.))
((No, I don’t think they take place at the same time. BA is like, 2020 (at least I think it is). This is about 2100.))
((Maybe we should make references to BA here, as like a legend or the Great Bunny Apocalypse. And it’s why there’s practically no wars at this time.))
((Okay.))
((I think we should start a new world, have evil people destroy it, all except one person die, that person go back in time and stop the evil guy. Anyone who can guess the movie reference for that gets a super point.))
((Ooh, I LIKE that. I volunteer Noe for being killed off!))
((Tithea is also volenteered. You character isn’t killed permenantly, en’s just destroyed in a renegade timeline.))
((I think, personally, that some of the ‘dead’ characters should still remember they died. It will be a quite fine character twist. :grin:))
((Ok.))
((I’ll die too, I guess. I’ll go out fighting, and I’ll take as many with me as I can.))
((Yes, this is 2100/2109.))
Prak waited with his family as he directed the ship towards the space station. He wanted to get off this ship. It was too dangerous. His family couldn’t live like this. In the space station they could have proper food and shelter.
Prak spotted the station. The ship took over from here. The internal computer docked next to the space station smoothly. Suddenly, there was a very large hissing sound, and then mechanical noises. Prak could feel where the door was opening.
“Come on,” Prak said. They followed without a word. Surprisingly, they met no one on their way to the door, but as soon as they got to the door, Prak felt the ship preparing for another lift-off.
“Quickly!” He demanded. They all ran off the ship one by one… Prak was the last to get off right before the door was closed. Prak suddenly realized that he could no longer feel the ship. He was learning new things about his ability everyday.
They all walked into the massive space station, and were immediately greeted by a nurse. She took them in to check on them. Prak didn’t want to get taken to a separate room form his family, but the nurse convinced him.
According to the nurse, he had been through extreme stress, and his mind was very tired.
“You need to rest. We will take a few tests while you are asleep. If you’d like, we can give you something to help you fall…” He was already off in a dreamless sleep. The nurse smiled and looked at the computer. The MRI of his brain showed nothing. Really, nothing. It was as if something was blocking the computer’s view. The nurse brought in the doctor.
“Remarkable!” He said. He gazed at the screen with a little more intent,”I’ve seen this once before… Have you ID’ed him yet?”
“Not yet, doctor.”
“Well, I have only seen this once…. in a Mr. Garrett Gadgetizzmo.”
Wrong character, Fishy. You’re Xavier here.
XD You’re right! At least I got the whole last name thing right. Should I re-post it as Xavier? I’m only doing it if people care… I’m too lazy. Just imagine that it says Xavier.
I finally reached out to touch the satellite with my space glove. It was covered in a silver foil that still reflected the light despite many little craters from meteorite impacts. A radio dish sat above that and a few long-defunct instruments stuck out.
Lynette pulled out her Grapple-beacon and attached it to the foiled part.
SIDENOTESTORY:
In a small pod containing space suits that arrived in the space station-EXACTLY as Kai touched the satellite-there was a book that nobody would notice unless they wanted to notice it, which not many people would.
That book was a paperback (and in mint condition, too) copy of Harry Potter and the Order of The Phoenix, just waiting for someone to help. There was someone in there who needed help, and who was sending out desperate prayers…
((I’m figuring, Kai, when you get back into the station you look into the pod and notice the book, and someone drops a realizer and it goes off.))
((I’m still confused. Could there be a summery for people on the ship?))
((40 – Everyone on the space station is right outside sick bay, after Tithea came back in time and got in a fight with Odus and we all made a paradox-thing and Tithea ran and got turned into the Tin Man in the WoO.))
((Good, we can go with that. But I’m Zee here, not Kai.))
“Okay, 3… 2… 1… capture. I’ve got a lock on your Grapple-beacon and I’m pulling it in.” The moker guy informed us. “You’ve got plenty of jetpack fuel, so head on home.”
We turned the autopilot back on and cruised back towards 42D. Now we were over the night side of the Earth, and lightning strikes inside of a storm raging in the Atlantic were visible below us. Sometimes a meteor would make a brief flash.
((Kai, anyone, come back here…please…or I’ll have to sing like I was on Muse Scouts!))
((I’m here, I’m just waiting…))
Reluctantly, we re-entered the airlock as the door closed behind us, cutting off the view of the Earth. A meter on the wall measured the air pressure and content, indicating when we could safely remove our helmets.
“See, you didn’t want to come in, just like I said.”
Okay, wait…..are we still in space or not!
((My group is back on the space station 42D after spacewalking. The others are on Earth or in a Harry Potter book.))
((Come back, RQ. Come Back, SR. Come back, I-Man))
((RQ, SR, I-Man, Kai, EVERYONE! Come baaaaack!))
((Okay, I just saw Star Trek with my cousin, and if English is the main language here, Zee has an accent like Chekhov’s.))
((People! Come here! Cake, come here…))
((
Come to the Sci Fi RPG Thread!!))
((I’m still here! I check up here almost every day, but I don’t post if there’s nothing much going on.))
((Those bunnies were to attract attention.))
((
Kai, everyone, come back! This thread is in its’ death throes!))
((Same here. Anyways, I was one of the last few people in our group to RP.))
((I’m here, but confuzzled. What am I supposed to post exactly?))
((I’m here, but I have no clue where we are. The story line is so confusing I don’t know what I’m doing.))
((49.1- You’re with me, getting out of the airlock on the space station.))
((
We need Kai, JJjetplane, and the space station people! I am disturbed that this thread has died.))
We removed our helmets as the meter beeped and breathed freely again. The door back into the station opened behind us as Eurine was the first out. A machine took our spacesuits in the equipment room.
I turned to leave and check out the satellite we had recovered, but there was a small WHOOSH as new equipment arrived through a cargo tube from the hangar. Lynette opened the tube and pulled out the container, wanting to help out.
“Hey, what’s inside?” Eurine asked.
Lynette opened the container up to look “There’s spacesuits… and an old printbook!”
((Thank you, Kai…))
(( REVIVE. I REVIVE YOU, DEAD THREAD.))
((I haven’t been posting because I have no idea what’s going on. Could there be a summary?))
((I gave you a summary of what’s happening with our group in post 41.))
((Kyaa. I’m still confuzzled. Can you write something?))
((We need Kai to write a “Oops, I dropped a derealizer on the book and it activated” moment. Then everything will become clear…))
((No, but I’m not with you guys. i’m… uh… I honestly don’t know where I am….))
((You’re on the space station with the Tithea group, I think. Aren’t you Kirianne?))
((Yes, but I don’t know when I am, if that makes any sense.))
((You’re back, and you see me vanish, into the derealizer.))
((53.1.1.1.1- I don’t want to do everything, though. It’s not fair to the other two people with me.))
((I need to figure out how to become involved in the rest of the people. Hm… Okay. I’m thinking either I walk by KaiYves’s group, re-realizing the people, or I get injured somehow, and go to the infirmary. Which one?))
((Errata-Kai’s group. PLEASE.
Drop a derealizer on the book by accident and it activates…))
((Errata? Kai?))
((Okay, Errata, the ball’s in your court.))
((Cough Come Cough))
((ERRATA! KAI!))
Must I?
Errata!!!!!!
We’re not in the mood to Power-Play!!!!!
(ERRATA! POST IT!))
((P*ease, Errata?))
((I swear I will powerplay if nobody turns up soon.))
((*needs summary*))
((DUDE, for *censored*’s sake, I’ve already posted a summary for our group!))
((Oh… Sorry, I guess I thought something else had happened. *headdesk*))
((Errata, Kai, if neither of you roleplays…I WILL POWERPLAY!))
((I told everyone, the ball’s in Errata’s court.))
((ERRATA!))
((I’m going to go find her.))
((Um, what can I do?))
((ERRATA! RP! And AJAR, please stop being an idiot.))
((Errata is stuck on the BA:TNG thread after someone put an “anti-any-other-RPGs” lock on it.))
((Does that mean she can’t come here? Maybe someone could ask her if we can do some extreme PPing.))
((Yep, she’s stuck on BA. At least until we find whoever put the lock on it and get them to unlock the thread.))
((Huh? Does that mean she can only go to BA after she posts? *tries*))
((*comes back* There’s no lock on it, as far as I can tell.))
((I was joking.))
((How is that possible?))
((I don’t know, but it happened.))
((“Planetary” implies that the only thing it can derealize is planets. Therefore, the station is safe.))
*smart aleck*
AJAR, the Sun is pretty far away from the station. Try 93,000,000 miles away. (You can double check with Kai if you don’t believe me.)
Rankine may be able to throw that far, but I seriously doubt en has that good of an aim.
Also, you claim to have “won” the RPG? Everyone is a bit ticked at you now, and you’ve just brought our fun game to an abrupt and unlikely end. That’s not “winning” in my book. Maybe you’d lend me yours?
The GAPAs have heard your pleas. After due consideration the conversation to which SR’s comment replies has now been removed.
And there was much rejoicing.
((ERRATA ERRATA ERRATA ERRATA! POST WHAT WE NEED!))
((Okay, I’m here, sorry. I didn’t realize everyone’s depending on me, and I’ve been busy with school recently. I’ll post now.))
Errata:
I looked around stealthily, searching for a means of escape. We were approaching a group of people examining a dark blue book, and I noticed a group of people walking toward us, carrying a large object. Maybe I could blend in with that group, if I could cause a big enough diversion… I hoped so.
I waited for exactly the right moment, and leapt away from my captor, through the people and the thing they were carrying, which caused them to drop it, and landed in the group of people. There appeared to be more people growing out of the book they were carrying. My eyes went to the machine I’d knocked over. It was smoking slightly. A realizer. I had just unleashed it on the book. Well, the new figures might disguise me better. Staying here was risky, but less risky than running.
((Can everyone else (who was in the book) but me go back to who they really are?))
I felt myself emerge from the book, felt my hair falling onto my back…and then I looked at my hair.
It was blond.
Light blond.
Seeing as I’m naturally black-haired with highlights, this was a change, as was the fact I was obviously older…by about two-three years…
Did my telepathy implant cause me to get character-stuck? I wondered. I mean, I’m not supposed to stay as a character…although Luna Lovegood was awesome and pretty at 14…
Seeing that there were other people besides my group, I smiled. “Hi, I’m Noelani, but right now-” I nodded at myself- “Call me Luna.”
((GAPAs, zap AJAR being stupid please?))
((Armada… If you don’t come back… I’m going to kill your character…))
((Sorry. I’m here….where are we?))
((Xavier is in the infirmary, and you’re with my family. We can meet up and get involved with the whole book thing.))
Zerzura:
I looked on in surprise as a group of people materialized out of the printbook and into the hallway in front of us. They must have been derealized and trapped inside!
One girl smiled at us and said “Hi, I’m Noelani, but right now-” she stopped to nod at herself “-call me Luna.”
“Pleased to meet you, Luna. I’m Zerzura and this is Lynette and Eurine.”
Errata:
I looked around in confusion, imitating the others that had just appeared.
Focusing on the group that the blond girl had just introduced herself to, I spoke. Softer than usual, and slightly higher, in case the man taking me captive was looking. I reached up to take down my hair while I was at it.
“Where am I?” I looked out the nearest viewport, and widened my eyes. “Am I in space?” Hopefully, I wasn’t being too obvious…
“Nice to meet you too, Zerzura, Lynette, Eurine. I’ll explain later why we were in this book-and I normally don’t look like this either-but right now, I think we’re busy-” at this point, I pointed at the girl looking out the viewport- “with HER.”
My light gray eyes were filled with barely disguised anger…
“Yes, you’re on the orbital habitat Deep Space 42.” I said, looking at the girl who had let her hair down.
((Since Luna is the moon and there are people living there in this timeframe, it must seem kind of like naming a kid “California” or something.))
((Yeah, but I’m stuck in the body of Luna Lovegood, sooo…))
((I know that, I’m just pointing out how people in 2109 would view the name.))
((You have a point. At some point, she’ll likely stop with the “Luna” stuff and go by Noelani again.))
Minerva~
I examined myself, and was glad to see I was not stuck as Hermione. That would really stick.
“How’d you get stuck?” I asked Noelani/Luna.
“I was thinking it’s my telepathy chip, but you have one, and you’re not a book character,” she answered.
“Is there any way to get you out of it?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Noelani/Luna answered
“Maybe we could zap her with realizer again?” Fenna said.
“What would happen if we zapped her and it didn’t work?” Aosai said.
I looked at Aosai and sighed. “A number of things. One-I’d be unable to turn back into myself or be derealized. Two-Luna’s personality would become dominant over mine. And so on~”
I sighed again. “Look, I know how it works, my dad works in a place where they do this sort of thing. And it almost always happened. So I’ll have to stay like this, it’s not that bad.”
“As long as you’re fine with people asking if you’re a Lunarian.”
I rolled my eyes instead of sighing this time. “I’ll go by Noe then, my real name’s Noelani,and I’ll try and kill you guys if you attempt to shoot me with a realizer because there’s a one in one hundred chance of working, and if it doesn’t, I’ll be immune to ever being hit with the stuff again and Luna would take over my personality. Meh.”
“It’s okay, then. We promise we won’t zap you. Would you all like to go to Station Central and arrange for some accommodations here on DS42?”
“Um, sure,” I answered with a note of curiosity in my voice.
We headed off to Station Central with the newly-realized group. Despite the name, Station Central wasn’t actually in the middle of D42’s “wheel”, because the lack of gravity there would have made things inconvenient.
((Please come here.))
Errata:
I kept an eye on my mysterious captor while I was walking away. He appeared to be under the assumption that we would run, rather then walking, and my hair ruse had worked to some extent. I couldn’t be sure, but I’d have to hope. I turned to my group. “I never told you my name, did I?” I questioned. “It’s…” I searched franticly. My captors would know my name… “Aura.” I finally said, settling on my cousin’s name. “Aura Leknor. You can call my Ar, if you want, but no pirate jokes.” As long as I was re-inventing myself, I might as well do it thoroughly. I needed an excuse to have just come out of that book, too.
((I can come and meet up with the realizer group, but what exactly are they trying to do, and where are they? And just who is in the group?))
Inside of Station Central, the secretaries were able to find available rooms for the new arrivals from the printbook.
I was happy to be out of the printbook, and back in the world. We were soon led to rooms. ((Don’t know what else to do…))
((RQ? I-Man? Where are you?))
((Oh no……….
COME HERE!!!))
“Hey, umm, guys? I think there’s something you need to see.”
“What’s that?” asked Minerva.
Everyone was speechless as I unfolded a pair of glimmering white wings.
“They must have attached themselves to me and converted to reality, like Noe. These will definitely come in handy.”
I stared in awe at the white wings that unfolded from Aosai’s back.
((Idea: we could do a storyline based on Larry Niven’s book Fallen Angels, where a group from the rebel space station get shot down and have to escape Tamf’s forces while on Earth.))
((Um, I would love to get this thread going again… It would help if someone got Xavier to join the group of people. Who exactly is there?))
((We could have four or five people in a spacecraft get shot down and everyone else work to bring them back to 42D. (Is it 42D or D42? I’ve seen/used both.)))
((*is here* But I won’t post much until December. (At which point it will be only three months to my blogavirsary. AHHH! Sorry, I just thought that through.)
97- I’ve been confused by Xavier’s situation from the beginning. Where are you now?
98- I’d say 42D, but it could be either. Maybe there’s confusion over it, and some characters call it one, and some characters call it the other. Like the D stands for something, but it could stand for two things and people get confused which one it is. I don’t know. Am I making sense?))
((It is short for “Deep Space 42”, as a pun (I think) on the Star Trek show “Deep Space 9” and the real life space probe “Deep Space 1”.))
((Is it? Okay. I don’t know. Is it DS42 or D42? Confuseled. And if it’s short for that, wouldn’t it we DS42, not 42DS?))
((D42 would make more sense than 42D in that respect, yes.))
((I would tend to agree.))
Hey Peoples of the Sci Fi RPG!! Helooooooooo!!!! Come to this thread and get this plot moving!! P*EASE!!
((Okay, who wants to be shot down?))
((Sure! *desperately needs to get Fenna back in the story*))
((Alright.))
((Right, let’s just get a few more…))
((Anyone here?))
((I am!))
((I’ll go round everyone up. (Or at least try…)))
((I’m here))
((Okay.))
((I’m here.))
“TITHEA! YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!” Kirianne screamed, racing after him. Too late–he’d been derealized!
What a hassle, she thought. Can we go back to the normal timeline now? Please?
Having helped the new arrivals, I visited a computer terminal to check on what was happening on Earth. After logging in, I was presented with a message saying that I was due for hydrogen-harvest duty.
Well, I was due, but still… ugh.
((Hydrogen harvesting involves entering the upper atmosphere in a shuttlecraft to gather hydrogen for vehicle fuel from the air and carry it back to D42. Like jury duty, every citizen of D42 has a civic duty to perform it when their time comes.))
((Hey I jut had a weird idea, that maybe if an active character writes a short story about derealizers you could be derealized into the story, and then derealized again into some other story/book/magazine/other readable material and you’d be double derealized. Just a thought.))
((THREAD, IT’S WAKE UP TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))
You know you’re addicted to homestarrunner(dot)com when you quote them practically every day (guilty), and you say random things that Homestar would say (guilty), or make fun of people the way Strong Bad does (guilty).
Wrong thread.
Oops.
Yeah,this is supposed to be on the “You Know You’re Addicted to X When You Y” thread.
My bad.
((I wanna join! Unless this thread is dead, of course, or it’s too hard to join;
Name:Lorelei Reniko
Age: 15
Physical Description: Short, black hair mostly dyed bright blue except for a few streaks, gray eyes
Personality: Quiet, shy, very smart when she talks
History: Lorelei belongs to the Upper Class, but hates the cities and all the pollution. When she was 12, she ran away and now works for the city under the name “Kalypso Saifoulaye.” I don’t know whether or not to expose her, you’ll have to see… :twisted:))
OKAY. We are now officially reviving this thread. I am creating a new character, who will be a cat-eared mutant. If no one likes this idea, I can just get rid of her.
KIRIANNE
Working quickly, she pressed a few buttons on the realizer, and Tithea was standing in front of her. He appeared to be normal.
“Don’t ever do that again, okay?” she growled.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He backed away slowly, waving his hands.
“Now, where’d Odus go?”
“Holodeck.”
“I’m on it.”
((New character:
Name: Lira
Age: 15
Description: Ummm… I basically based her off of a picture that I found: http : / /i271. photobucket. com/ albums/jj130/Miako208/neko. png
So yeah. Long purple hair, green eyes, cat ears and tail, dresses kuro lolita.
Personality: She’s a really sweet person. Tends to meow when she gets excited; kind of shy.
Background: Lira is the result of another of Tamf’s testing labs. She doesn’t have any real parents–they made her by mixing human, domestic cat and lion DNA, just to see what would happen. The scientists never named her Lira–she was called LR-Alpha, and eventually she turned that into Lira. They experimented on her all the time, and it was those experiments that turned her hair purple and made it so long. (They’re also responsible for the weird tuft on her tail and the fact that she can talk–when she was “born,” she could only meow.) She ages differently than normal humans, too.
Skills: …Doesn’t really have any.))
((I like the idea! Can I make my character a mutant?
Name:Lorelei Reniko
Age: 15
Physical Description: Short, black hair mostly dyed bright blue except for a few streaks, all gray eyes (like completly gray with no pupil or white), bird feet, blue tail feathers
Personality: Quiet, shy, very smart when she talks, has a short attention span.
History: Lorelei was an expirement by an outlawed, crazy scientist. He captured her when she was 12, made her parents forget who she was, and mixed her DNA with that of a hawk and some blue jay. When the scientist died, Lorelei got a job working for the city under the name “Kalypso Saifoulaye.”))
Tithea:
I ran over to the holodeck, to try and find Odus. I ran into a girl who looked like she was part cat, and explained everything to her.
((So…where are we now? Still where I-Man said we are in post 41?))
(( These are the problems with this thread:
1) It went along the predictable path of death.
2) I forgot about it, and that’s extremely rare of me.
3) It’s extremely complicated.
Here’s what we need to do, according to what I’ve learned about MuseBlog RPGs:
1) OPTIONAL: An extremely awesome MBer would have to either know or compile a knowledge of what is going on everywhere. This is really hard, and I don’t have the time
2) An MBer with a bit of extra time, and a bit of motivation to get a vague idea of where everyone is, find the common goal, tell everyone where they need to be.
3) This is probably the easiest. We take our characters, put them all in some place, with a simple goal, and let the plot develop. With this we need to keep a two group minimum, and make sure we know what’s going on at ALL TIMES. Dead threads come from confusion. That causes too much work to be done, and then the fun and interest dissappears.))
((117-On the topic of what we need to do;
1) Who did you have in mind?
2) I could do it, but I have to do it on the weekend, so it may take awhile.
3)That sounds really good, but I still need a way to write my character in. Or, if we’re still where I-Man says we are in post 41, I can write myself in right now.))
((Okay. Summary:
-The people who got derealized into OOtP (AvalonGirl, SilverLeopard, and bluefire27 and Daisy*chain, I think) have been led off to rooms, where they’ll figure out what’s going on.
-Almost everyone else that’s on the space station is somewhere outside of sickbay.
-I believe Xavier and Andreia have stowed away on the rebels’ ship, which Errata’s character followed/intercepted/something. Something about fuel…?
-I have no idea what the people in the cities are doing. Are there even any people left in the cities? If there are, then maybe Lira and Lorelei could meet up there and somehow get to the space station; if not, they should probably both be on the space station to begin with.))
((Also, I had an idea for a plot where several characters from the station get shot down while using a shuttle and have to evade capture by Tamf’s agents.))
((119-Okay, that helps a lot. Thanks you! I’m just going to make Lorelei on the space station to begin with. OOtP is Harry Potter: Order of the Phoenix, right? Oh, and what are the people doing outside of the sick bay?))
((Trying to get things sorted out–there’s a huge commotion about Odus (SR’s character) and trying to find him, as he went nuts last night. He’s in the holodeck, and I think a few people have set off to look for him.))
((119- Thats a good summary, but I think that we still have no idea where everyone is and where they’re going… I think we should pick our characters up with illogical force and put them in the same place. Or perhaps, a plot twist that brings them to an Arena where the fighters of the new age will be tested to lead the rebellion… Something of that sort.))
((An (false) alarm goes off inside the Space Station and they all have to evacuate, leading us to KaiYves’s plot?))
((119- Good summary, but I think you missed a few posts by me. I was a agent for Tamf, but then I was captured by the Rebels, and my fuel shipment captured. I naturally wanted to get away, so I seized the proper moment, and caused the OOtP book to be hit with the Realizer, accidentally. To prevent from being recognized and recaptured, I reinvented myself as Aura Leknor. I’m also pretending that I came out of OOtP with everyone else.
121.1- Ooh, me likeys that idea. Not a bad way to get everyone in the same place, either. We just all happen to take the same shuttle.))
((SUDO, I-MAN, get over here and post, thankyouverymuch.))
((So, can we go with the alarm-shuttle-Tamf-agents thing? I’m going to. If not, forget this post.
122-I was thinking, maybe all the other shuttles were taken or being used for hydrogen harvesting or whatever. Does that work out? Also, Lorelei has a beak now, like a hawks (you know-long, curved, narrow, brown-ish), and she tends to squawk like a parrot if she gets overly emotional.))
Lorelei
Me and another mutant, Lira, were waiting for someone to explain everything to me, when suddenly, a piercing siren went off and red lights flashed. “Ohgodwhat’shappeningsomeonestopthesirenithurts!!!!!!!” I nearly screamed, but I managed to keep my beak shut and follow everyone to a shuttle. As soon as the last person got on, the shuttle broke away from the space station and sped towards Earth. I looked back, already bored with me and Lira’s fantasies about what happened and noticed the space station looked completely normal. “Not a bolt out of-raaawk-place,” I murmured quietly, except for the nervous squawk. “Wh-mrrrow-What?” said Lira. I shook my head and turned back to the station. No fire, no explosion, no nothing. So what had set off the alarm?
((Okay, here’s the setup for Tamf’s agents))
((I RETURN! *and there was much rejoicing*))
ODUS
Everything is dark. My head hurts so much. I hear talking, but it all sounds far away, and hazy, like I’m under water. I realize my eyes are shut. I try to open them, but I can’t. In panic, I claw at my face. It’s swollen, squeezing my eyes shut. I reach for my ears, and they seem folded up, explaining why the voices are muffled. I’d be angry, but I can’t care about anything anymore. I’ll never find my family. Even if I did, they wouldn’t want me. I’m a monster. After what I’d done to that boy in the infirmary…
I feel, as always, on the verge of a breakdown. Why bother holding it in? I collapse in my seat. I don’t care enough right now to keep my head erect, so I try to lean it on my shoulder. Instead, it lands on someone’s arm. I’m to sick of myself to feel embarrassed, and they’re so warm, so I leave it there. Their muscles tense. I force my eyes open and look at the person. It’s a female, and she looks to be part cat. Her eyes are widening, and she’s staring at me like she has no idea what I am. She digs her hand into my arm, and her nails are long and sharp. I scoot away from her. Even though I’m embarrassed, I’m also strangely pleased. I haven’t touched a person in so long. Well, besides Seth and the Kirianne… but that didn’t count. I don’t want to think about that, anyway. I assume that the cat girl is annoyed with me, and my thoughts are confirmed when I hear her growling. I sneak a look at her, and her face is flushed. I look away hurriedly, and I see Seth grinning to himself. I glare at him, sticking out my tongue, and try to go back to sleep. If I wasn’t so tired, I’d try figuring out why we’re all sitting in a small room, so close together. But now I can feel myself falling asleep. Right before I pass out, I remember that I used to have a cat that always purred when I petted it. I wonder if maybe the girl was purring too.
((Okay))
Zerzura:
An alarm sounds and I run to the ship bay with everyone else, boarding a shuttle. I don’t have time to look around until after we’re underway.
I look around and see ((everybody))
((Who am I on this thread, again? Fenna? Right.))
[Fenna]
As soon as I was left alone in my new room, I checked it out for cameras, (there were none), and crept out. The people who’d shown me in might have seemed nice, but for all I knew, they could be Tamf’s people. The hallway was mostly empty, though occasionally someone would walk by, paying no attention to me. The sign on the wall said D42.
I relaxed. They hadn’t been lying.
‘I made it! I made it off the planet!’ I mentally whooped.
Just then the alarms went off. Lighted arrows lit up along the bases of the walls, leading me out to the shuttle dock. Others were already onboard, about to set off, and I slipped on just in time.
((New character as well!
Name: Likes to be called Shay Youngblood. She does, however, go by Tally sometimes.
Age: This is very, very unknown. She seems to be around 15 or 16.
Description: Long color-changing hair, color-changing eyes, wears black leggings and a white tshirt with the words WHEN YOU SEE THIS SHIRT, YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD. She’s extremely pale, a bit tall for her ‘age’, and is deceptively muscled.
Personality: Crazy. This is her personality. She’s moody and crazy.
Background: In an experiment with derealizing and realizing to create supersoldiers for the state, they derealized a teenage girl into the book Specials at the same time they realized a character. The girl was transformed into a Special (I believe they have bones made out of carbon fiber or silicon or something like that-they’re super-humans) with some of the memories of the character she was fused with. She tried to run away, but was brainwashed to serve Tamf. As she was already technically brainwashed, she’s slightly insane, but a very effective weapon.
Skills: She’s a superhuman! I don’t remember the book that well, but I remember it well enough, as long as you don’t ask me on info about what exactly she’s implanted with.))
NOELANI
I managed to get off the station in time, my blond hair about me. And then my pale blue eyes widened.
The Station was fine.
“Oh, no…” I whispered silently. I knew what this meant…and it wasn’t good…
LIRA
I was walking down the metal hallway ((she means the corridor of the space station)) with Lorelei when a horrible noise started. My ears felt like they were burning, and I howled, putting my hands over my eyes to stop the flashing lights from hurting them. I tripped and stumbled, but my tail helped me balance again and I kept going.
“RED ALERT,” a voice kept saying over the siren. “PLEASE EVACUATE TO THE ESCAPE SHUTTLES.”
What was an escape shuttle? I followed the fear-scents of all the people in front of me blindly and wished the horrible noise would stop. The big metal thing we all climbed into was packed full of people–scared people. I shivered, crossed my arms and asked Lorelei what happened.
“I don’t know. Maybe there was a fire?” she said.
“Maybe there is an enemy ship.”
“Silly, we’d see it if there was.”
“Maybe it had a… what is it called, cape?”
“Cloak, Lira. Cloak.”
“Sorry! I do not–don’t–speak Basic very well, you know that. The scientist who made me didn’t think I needed to.”
“You’re getting better at contractions.”
“Thank you.”
((I imagine Lira as having a slight Japanese accent.))
Lorelei turned away to stare out the window, and I felt a pressure on my arm. I instinctively tensed up and dug my nails into whatever it is. An arm–a human arm, but an odd looking human. I felt my face get warm, and as the person slid away, I started to purr, on instinct. Lorelei turned back around.
“Why are you purring?” she asked.
“Uh–it was an accident, someone touched me. Cat in-ssincs.”
“You still can’t pronounce ‘instincts,’ huh?”
“It’s a big word, ne?”
“Not really.”
KIRIANNE
Tithea and I dragged Odus onto the shuttle, and we sat across from him on either side of Seth. Seth refused to get anywhere near Odus, but I noticed him grinning to himself when Odus fell on top of some catgirl. I poked him in the arm and giggled. “They’re perfect for each other.”
Seth nodded. “Both messed up by Tamf’s labs, huh? I wonder if it was the same one, even.”
I laughed again, turning to look out the window and see what was happening to the station.
It was fine.
“Oh, no,” I gasped. “We have to go back!”
((Yay for the station-being-fine-ness! Now, do the agents stop the ship, or trap it in a beam or what? I’m going to make it up as I go along. Okay, here we go.))
Lorelei
I giggled when the boy fell onto Lira’s shoulder. But I wondered what was going on in the station. My mind whirled at the speed of light. “An internal fire? A faulty aerating system? Something else. I’m hungry. Why are those two looking panicked?” The ship lurched, then stopped. “What’s going on?” I said aloud, then looked out the window. We seemed to be surrounded in a greenish haze. The ship started to go backwards and I looked out the back of the shuttle. A ship, it kind of looked like a horseshoe, had us caught in a beam. “Hey,” I asked the girl across from me ((Kirianne)). “What’s going on? Is that ship friendly?”
The girl grimaced. “You really are new aren’t you? Fine. That ship belongs to Tamf.”
“And Tamf is…..?”
The girl rolled her eyes. “He’s evil. He’s an evil, corrupt ruler of Earth, and we’re trying to find another planet to live on.” She frowned. “It’s not going so well, as you can probably tell.”
“Hey, that rhymes!” I blurted out. The girl looked sideways at me. “I’m Kirianne.”
“I’m Lorelei. You can call me Lori. But whatever.”
((Howsat?))
((HiI’mbackwhat’dImiss?!))
((Basically, a Tamf spy on the space station set off an alarm so everyone got on an escape pod and left, (we’re all on the same one) and now we’re realizing that he’s going to kidnap us via tractor beam. If you want slightly more in depth, read 119 and onward.))
((These are some big escape pods here. It’s fitting…oh, let’s say, about 12 people.))
Errata/Aura:
I was trying to figure out how to get back to Earth, when suddenly an alarm went off. My face lit up momentarily, before falling back into a carefully arranged scared expression. A free trip back to Earth. That was an ‘evacuate into shuttles’ alarm, as I knew quite well.
I made my way to the shuttles with everyone else. Looking around, I saw scared faces. I didn’t see why; we were on the shuttles, so everything would be fine from here. It was possible they were afraid for their belongings, but I honestly couldn’t care less what happened to the space station.
It was just then that the ship was intercepted by another ship. Which was thoroughly fine with me. Especially since the other ship was Tamf’s.
((Remember my first few posts on the last thread, by the way? Well at least the first two are changed, by the way. Forget the HyperPage, and my character’s hatred of Tamf. Now she doesn’t care one way or the other about Tamf. She was brought up in a government faculty, being trained for her current job. She’s also younger now, fifteen or so. She was training or something when she got the call to accompany the fuel. I think she probably knew her family, but only saw them on special occasions. When she did, she felt quite a bit like an outsider. She didn’t know her parents hardly at all, and her relations didn’t approve of her parent’s sending her to the faculty, and boycotted her to convince them to take her out. She thinks of the faculty as home, despite its strict rules. This okay?
I’m also thinking about introducing a new character, but it won’t be until a bit later, so I won’t talk about en yet.))
ODUS
I’m not asleep for long, though, because almost as soon as I shut my eyes, people are yelling. I’m not going to get any rest, I can tell. I want to know what’s going on, but who can I ask? Seth and Kirianne probably still hate me, the bird girl seems annoying, ((nothing personal, LBK. I can’t help what Odus thinks. )) the cat girl I leaned on… that would be awkward, and everyone else is kind of menacing. I guess I can ask Tithea, he doesn’t seem to hate me. He will soon enough, though, I’m sure. Everyone seems to. I’m about to shout out his name, but Kirianne answers my question.
“That ship belongs to Tamf.”
I freeze, and so does the cat girl. I’ve spent the last two years repairing the damage Tamf caused me, and I’m still not close to done.
“What will Tamf do to us?” I shout the question before I can stop myself. I’m sure everyone can sense the fear in my voice. They look sorry for me. I’m not sure why, then I realize that most of them heard my story in the sick bay. I guess they like me. I don’t know how I feel about that yet.
Someone says, “Capture us, probably. Who knows what he’ll do after that? We’re traitors, after all.”
I can’t go back to Tamf. There has to be a way out of here. Can we turn the pod around? Get back inside the space station? A quick scan of the pod tells me that there aren’t any control panels. I can feel my blood pumping faster, and I try to calm down so I don’t black out, something I’ve been doing to much of lately. I start to feel faint, so I sit down again. It’s not helping.
“Can’t we do something?” the panic in my voice is rising, and I realize that I’m starting to lift things with my telekinesis. I try to control it so no one thinks I’m going psycho again.
((133-How dare you bring hatred upon Lorelei! *grins* Just kidding, she is a bit annoying. She moves so fast, and then you go “What the heck! Slow down!” but she can’t. She’s part bird, after all.
Yay! New character that I will make a spy for the rebels but not introduce quite yet and this is getting old so here she is! *pant pant pant* Also, I reeeeeeally like the mutant idea, so most of my characters will be mutants;
Name:Thorn Zalika
Age: Looks around 16 or so, but is actually “hundreds” of “years” old. See Background for why.
Description: Raccoon snout, tail, and feet-paws (she wears high-heels and pants all the time to disguise them), black, glittery eyes that always look like they have a secret, shoulder-length auburn hair, tall.
Personality: Very secretive, but also playful and a prankster.
Background: Thorn was born in the 19th century, 1856, in a rich family in South America. When she was 12, the same crazy scientist who captured Lorelei had a time machine, traveled back in time, and did the same thing with Thorn as he did Lorelei. Thorn got secretly recruited by the rebels, then openly recruited by Tamf. She has been passing information to the rebels for awhile now, because she joined when she was 13.
Skills: Good at getting and keeping secrets, lying, and charming.
Someone else needs to to Tamf, I don’t know enough to do him.))
((
Hello? Anyone? This thread was just getting revived! Come back!))
I duck, seeing Odus is lifting things with his telekinesis. I yell at Odus
“Try and focus your telekinesis! You could turn the ship around!”
((Oh, and LBK, time machines only can travel back until the first one was invented. So somebody going back to the 19th century isn’t possible. Sorry.))
((Darn. How about the 20th century? And, what if all the parts were there, but no one had assembled them? Couldn’t it exist then?))
((No, sorry.))
((Also, I was kinda hoping Lira and a character I’m going to introduce later, Mirana, could be the only mutants. But I guess it’s okay that you have mutant characters too… it was just part of my plot idea, that’s all.))
((Waaaait. I posted yesterday. Why didn’t it post?))
LIRA
That boy who leaned on me was panicking about the ship that was pulling us near it. It had a… what was it, truck beam? I couldn’t remember. Oh, well. Starting to panic a little myself, I hummed a waltz tune I’d heard somewhere before. Perhaps it was on an old Blue Ray or whatever they used to be called. I’d been very young when I heard it, but I’d never forgotten it. I never, ever forget a tune.
((Little background break here: Lira’s main talent lies in her voice, which is amazingly beautiful. She can do almost anything with it–calm people, send them to sleep, convince them to do things (occasionally), and even ventriloquize voices coming out of other people’s mouths or inanimate objects. The mad scientist who made her didn’t give her this power; or rather, it was an accident that she got it. The human DNA samples he used were from an opera singer, an ordinary human (who, unbeknownst to the scientist, was also a very good singer) and a ventriloquist. Lira’s proud of this talent, which is “genetic” instead of something he forced on her. In fact, it was this talent that helped her escape…))
((Oh, and the tune is the theme from Howl’s Moving Castle. I couldn’t resist. ))
I felt myself calming down, and–surprisingly–so was the boy. Things weren’t lifting up and flying around any more. Had that been his fault?
I stopped humming, and he tensed up again. Uh-oh. Quickly, I started singing in Japanese. Yonde iru koe… saa me o samashite… It was a song called Morning Grace that I’d heard on an old movie disc series. That was another thing… I never forgot lyrics, either. ((Princess Tutu theme song.))
It was working! I kept singing. Nakigao nugutte…. mabushii hikari kigi no tsuyu umameru…
He had no idea what I was singing, of course, but that didn’t matter. He relaxed, but I didn’t dare stop singing until I’d finished the song. When I finally looked at him, he was asleep.
Um. I keep trying to post an RP. And it keeps disappearing. Is it getting spammed for some reason?
It has been unspammed.
I found it in the spam filter, which apparently was wary of some of the Japanese passages.
((Hehehe… I think I had a character in this at one point… May I join (w/ a new character))))
((Turn the ship around? Goshers, Odus, we’ll make a hero of you yet!
No, but seriously, I don’t know if Odus could do that. Normally I wouldn’t RP that, seeing as it’s pushing the boundries of Sue-ness, but if people want to not be captured, then I will.))
((135.1.1-Darn. Okay, she’s normal. Well, as normal as she can be when she’s part raccoon.
I wanna be captured! I wanna be captured! Ooh! Ooh! Pick me!!! Me!!!!!! Over here!!!!!!!!!!!!))
Thorn
“Ma’am, we have something on the radar!” said Gerino ((I’m just making up these characters as I go. Also, is Tamf on the ship? I’m going to make a PPable character as his right-hand man, if someone isn’t already. Actually, Thorn is so high up, she’s his right-hand ma-um….person. :D)). “Well, what is it?” I barked.
“It appears to be a shuttle. I’ve tracked its path and calculated it to have come from….the space station. Our spy mission was successful.”
I hid a grin. These Tamf agents were clueless there was a spy in their midst. “Fine, fine, bring it in for inspection.”
“Yes ma’am.” Gerino hit some buttons and trapped the ship in a green beam, slowly bringing it into the loading dock.
((Can we actually get onto the ship now? Oh, and a few of the older rebels know about Thorn, but know one else does. That is, Kirrianne, Andreia, and a few others that I’m too lazy to look up.))
I made my way to the nearest outlet on the wall as a girl began to sing in Japanese. In a flash, I pulled out my datapad and connected it to the shuttlepod’s circuits.
“Authorization Code Needed.” A message appeared on the datapad’s screen. I punched in my crewmember PIN as quickly as I could. I needed information and I needed it fast.
“Designate: Zerzura Leonov, Engineering. Welcome.” It flashed, before finally displaying the systems readouts I needed.
And then, I felt like spewing. The cruiser’s tractor beam was far above our power to break free of. And it would still have more than enough power to blow us to bits even through our strongest shields.
We did have one advantage, though, the one dearest to my heart. Every D42 shuttlepod was equiped with a latest model Korlin Fusion Drive engine, the fastest around. If we could power it up in open space, nothing in Tamf’s fleet would be able to catch us.
My old mentor might save us yet again… I stole a quick glimpse out the window at the Earth below… wherever he was…*
But first, we’d need some miracle to get us out of the tractor beam’s clutches. ((That’s your cue, Odus.))
*((Explanation: Zerzura studied engineering on Earth under famous inventor Dr. Jonathan Korlin. (Yes, a future relative of my Demigod RPG character) Shortly before Tamf began to take power, he perfected his life’s work, the Korlin Fusion Drive, enabling travel from Earth to Mars in a matter of days as opposed to the previous several weeks. Korlin spoke out against Tamf and was taken captive, with his current whereabouts still unknown. Zerzura and some other students from her university took the Fusion Drive prototype with them when they fled to join the rebellion.))
((I don’t know, Odus pulling us out of there is kind of MSish. And even if he did it, he’d black out, which has been happening too much, and has also been getting MSish… I don’t know. If there’s another way, let’s do that.))
((Yeah, I wanted you to decide whether or not to have it work. It couuld part work, where he melts the ship into 2 pieces, his half escapes, but the rest is left to travel to Tamf.))
((I think that is also too MSish, and we should all get captured.))
((I personally agree.))
SHAY
My lovely long pigtailed black hair, with the white bangs, flounced around me as I continued to leap to the front of the ship. (If the horseshoe-shaped spaceship could be said to have a front, that’s where I was going-and as I was a Special, I couldn’t be injured by most falls.)
The front lead to a viewscreen of the enemy ship we were currently tractorbeaming. “Wowww…” I muttered in wonder. This was my first assignment, and I wouldn’t screw it up.
“First time, huh?” Mirana commented from behind me. I spun around, my hand clenched, and then relaxed. The blond girl’s red eyes were inscrutable, her owl wings relaxed at her sides, her fox tail and ears still.
“Yeah…” I replied, my face losing expression. “My first time in space, and capturing rebels. Tamf had me put through a program so I’d learn how to fight in Zero-G.”
NOELANI
I stared at the lime green tractor beam, froze up, and began to tremble rapidly. “No, no, no, nonononono…” was whispered, and then I began to hyperventilate…
Then I fainted right onto the floor.
((BTW, Shay wears an outfit like this: http://fc03.devia ntart.net/fs 11/i/2006/20 2/9/9/Stripes _Fishnets_Outfit_Design_by_ Zaratulah. jpg, except that she has no lime green parts, and the fishnet and striped parts are black (the fishnet parts are now made out of cloth).))
Lorelei
The beam pulled our ship into the inside of the horseshoe shape, and locked us in place. A bridge came out and attached to the door of the shuttle. There was a scraping sound, followed by unrecognizable chattering, then banging. The shuttle door crumpled, then was pulled off. A guard appeared, followed by a girl who was part raccoon. “Alright, everyone,” the guard said. “You are now prisoners of Tamf. Single file, come on! I don’t have all day!” The guard shoved us rudely down a hallway, then into individual cells. In my cell was a mattress, a dirty, broken sink, and a bucket. I hated to think what the bucket was for. Curling up on a mattress, I tried to calm myself down. It worked so much, I fell into a dreamless sleep.
Thorn
“Cursed door!” I chattered. “I hope this is worth it! Guard!” The guard banged the door open with the butt of his gun. “Alright, everyone,” the guard said. “You are now prisoners of Tamf. Single file, come on! I don’t have all day!” the guard shoved the poor prisoners into cells, including one who had a beak. I wondered how that had happened. “Guard, when that mutant girl awakes, send her to my office.”
“But ma’am-”
“That’s an order!”
“Yes, ma’am,” The guard saluted me, then left. I went to my office and took out an icepack. These guards really got on my nerves.
SHAY
I watched the…rebels…be pushed into cells. The petite blond girl seemed familiar, as did the mutants, but how would I know? I didn’t have anything from my supposed old life, not even a memory, and I didn’t want to.
“Oh, Miss Thorn?” I called, my voice melodic, my pigtails bouncing up and down as I made my way to the woman in question, pulling open the door to her office (I had special clearance, because I was a Special).
“Yes, miss Shay?” she answered irritably, holding an icepack.
“I’d like to go visit some of the prisoners.”
“That’s far too dangerous, miss Shay, as they have not been disarmed-”
“I’m a Special, remember?” I giggled. My white bangs may have contrasted with my black hair, but did it really matter? I looked cute either way.
Thorn sighed. “I suppose. The guards shall unlock it, they’re afraid of you enough…”
“Thanks!” I smiled, bounding out the door, going to visit the rebels. First stops: the cat-girl and one boy who I felt was…whatever moving things with your mind was called.
So I’d be literally bouncing off the walls until the door to the cat-girl was unlocked, and then I would walk in there, ready to subdue her.
Why did she seem so familiar?
Errata:
Captured. Again. Ugh. And by Tamf, or at least his agents, this time too. How humiliating. This would not look good on my records, and if I was randomly selected from all my peers to have my record sent to Tamf in the near future… I shuddered at the thought. To keep that thought from my mind, I hastily cast around for something else to think of. I quickly arrived at my school’s chant. It was long, and it wasn’t easy to remember. I closed my eyes and thought.
Greatest honor to Government,
Greatest honor to Duty.
Greatest honor to what you are told,
Greatest honor to die for the world.
Personal glory no object at all,
Friends are a poison… Here I lost the thread. I had been raised, and still was raised, believing this sincerely. Friendship was not encouraged at the school that was home to me. We all followed that, aware of our records. But the people that now knew me as Aura, though I hadn’t talked to them for very long, hadn’t seemed like poison. They’d seemed like honest, cheerful, good people, willing to help even a stranger. Was it really true that friendship was bad? Could I get away with friendship, if I was careful, and didn’t let it get in the way of anything?
Well, it didn’t much matter. I would be sent back to school, almost certainly in shame, unless I could think of something. There was certainly a group of rebels of some sort, maybe I could do something with that…
((Were we going to get shot down? I kinda wanted to be left in the middle of ruins, but whatever. I have to completely revamp my plot plan, then…))
((Name: Mirana (MRN-Alpha)
Age: Looks about 17
Description: I sent a picture in to the GAPAs, but… really long, blonde hair, red eyes, owl wings, fox ears and tail.
Personality: Will believe anything you tell her and do anything you tell her to. Pretty much anyone can sway her.
Talent: Dance. She’s incredibly light on her feet, and is therefore good for stealth missions.))
MIRANA
I noticed Shay walking down the hall in the direction of the prisoners and ran after her.
“Shay! Can I come too? That catgirl looked really familiar,” I called.
“Yeah, sure,” she called back, slowing so that I could catch up to her. “Didn’t she, though? I wonder where I’ve seen her before.”
((EFFECTIVE TIME SKIP: Shay interrogated/did stuff to Lira and then left Mirana with her.))
SHAY
I walked out of Lira’s cell. She was strong to protest both me and
Mirana at the same time, but she was just a failure…right? Failures didn’t have strength…right?
I entered the next cell, the guard locking the door behind me. The bald boy looked at me with fury in his eyes, but I spoke first.
“Hi! I’m your visitor! Don’t try anything funny, I’ll break your fingers one my one, then your legs, then your arms. After all, nobody needs you mobile, just alive~”
I would stand until I stopped wanting to stand. That could take a while, or no time at all…
ODUS
A girl walks into my cell, and starts yapping at me about how tough she is. She’s trying to sound nonchalant and intimidating, but she’s just annoying. I try to glare at her, but I can feel my eyes welling up, so I look away. This was a Tamf ship, which meant I was going back to him. Someone would recognize me, and I’d be taken back to the labs, and it would be almost as if the past 8 years had never happened. I wish she would just leave.
((I don’t think I’ll have time to post here anymore, so you guys can PP my characters.))
RoseQuartz’s character, Mirana:
Ooh, shiny…
*really needs to get off before she implodes the ‘Blog, which would be a terrible, horrible, tragedy which she has the feeling she isn’t helping prevent right about now and really really needs to get off, it being Too Late, and this is getting long and confusing and if I finish this sentence in a logical manner it’ll take all day*
((150-PRETTY!!!! *drools*))
Lorelei
I blinked, and sat up. A guard was watching me intently. I shook my head and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Seeing me awake, the guard grunted and left.
Thorn
“Ma’am,” a voice said. I turned, dropping the icepack to my side. “The prisoner in question is awake.”
“Fine, fine, send her in.” The guard bowed, and left. I groaned again.
Lorelei
After washing myself as much as I could with the cracked sink, I sat back down on the straw. Just then, the guard came back. “You’re wanted in the office,” he said, then unlocked my cell and pulled me roughly down the hall to a door. It opened, and a young woman was sitting at a desk, her back to us.
Thorn
“I’ve brought the prisoner,” said the guard. “Good. Leave.” I told him without turning around. I didn’t get so many headaches if I didn’t have to look at the guards’ ugly mugs every day. “Hello,” I said, turning around. Most of the prisoners weren’t accustomed to mutants, but I expect this one was okay with it. Besides, she had seen me before.
Lorelei
It was the person I’d seen back when the guard had broken down the door. “Alright, why am I here?” I tentatively asked.
((That’s all for now. I’ve got writer’s block. :evil:))
((Is everyone on the shuttle now? I would like to join up.))
((If you mean Tamf’s ship, then yes.))
((Hello…? *poke*))
Could I post a character?please?
((Is it possible for me to join at this point? I’ve read some of the summaries and I think I’ll join the group that’s been at the space shuttle all along, if that’s OK. I know it can get kind of confusing it new people join, but I’ll try anyway *begs*. I promise I won’t be annoying and do stupid things – you won’t even notice I’m here *sniffles quietly in the background*. And perhaps a quick summary would be nice, but if no one does one it’s okay, I already have a sort-of idea of what it’s about from previous summaries/posts. Of course, that’s assuming you’ll let me join. I shan’t mind too much if I’m rejected. :D))
((Hi…SFTDP, but could somebody please write a very quick summary of where everybody’s at/what everyone’s doing, or else direct me to a summary in another post? Thank you.))
((Attempted revival poke. -pokes-))
((Sudo, Errata, RQ, LBK, Fishy, I-Man, Enc…
Come back!))
((Yes?))
((This is a revival poke. If you can post, please do so.
BTW, DR. Horrible is epic, I love your avatar.))
((Ok. So we’re going to be escaping Earth? Or is the Space Station group still having time travel confusion?))
((Everyone’s on Tamf’s ship. My character Shay is interrogating people.))
((Okay, prepare for the worst summary in the history of RPGs…
We are all at the space station. Many of us are escaping from Earth, and from Tamf, the dictator of Earth (I think). I am not sure what we will do now. Maybe go to another life-supporting planet?))
((SFTDP.
I just realized that’s all really obvious. Oh well.))
((What’s the general age of the characters, their jobs, etc.?))
((*attempts to be seen on the RC bar* *repeats question* What’s the general age of the characters, their jobs, etc.? (Now if someone could please answer, that would be very helpful and I will give you a cookie) ))
((They’re anywhere from 13 to 28. Most of them are in their mid-teens, and none actually have jobs.
Some have implants that can cause telepathy. Remember, this is SCI-FI, we take it to the extreeeeeeeme!
Just create a character and have her on the Tamf ship. If she’s loyal to Tamf, she’s just part of the crew there-if she’s a member of the rebellion, she’s in a cell.))
Tithea:
On Tamf’s ship, I was with a bunch of people I didn’t know, thrown in jail. But we were all connected in some way. One by one the interrogator came to our cells. I was next.
SHAY
I bounced up to the next cell, opening it with a keycard. “Heya~” I greeted the redhead, brushing my white bangs back into my black pigtails, stormy gray eyes wide and innocent. “What’s your name? Don’t try to knock me out, or I’ll break both your arms!”
((158.2.1 – Ah, thanks.
Name: Olivia Turner
Age: 15
Status: Loyal to Tamf, is part of the crew
Other: (oh, what the hey) Has a telepathic implant
Okay, is that all?))
((What does she look like?))
((Oh, hahaha, trust me to forget the most obvious thing.
Um…soft brown hair (not too dark) that reaches past her shoulders, bangs that are thin, almost wispy, very light, ice-blue eyes, about 5 ft 5.))
SHAY
After interrogating Tithea (trust me to wear the tightest tops possible while still being slightly decent), I decided it was time for a break. Almost skipping down the hallway, I stopped in one of the wide open areas near the front of the ship. “Heya, Olivia~” I giggled, waving at the girl passing by. I was still taller than her by a few inches (two, to be exact), and my body was more developed, but we were allowed to be friends. “How’s it going? Seen any of the prisoners yet?”
OLIVIA
‘No, I haven’t, but I want to,’ I said. ‘Wait…you’re…’
‘Shay,’ said the girl, who was a few inches taller than me.
‘Oh, that’s right, I remember now.’
‘Yes.’ A thoughtful silence followed.
‘So, you’ve just been to see the prisoners?’ I asked, breaking the silence.
‘I have indeed,’ said Shay, eyes twinkling.
I breathed in. ‘Lucky! You have to take me with you next time,’ I pleaded.
‘All right, but I’m taking a break right now. Come on, let’s go find something to eat.’
Minerva~
((All right. So, if I remember right, Daisychain (Fenna), Witchneko (Noelani), bluefire (Aosai), and I (Minerva) are in rooms after getting out of Harry Potter. Noelani is Luna, and Aosai has wings, both of which are residual HP things. I’m going to send Minerva to do something.))
I walked down the hall, trying to find something to eat. I was wondering where I would find other people from Earth, others who were part of the rebellion. The only problem was, I couldn’t ask something stupid and find myself, Fenna, Noe, and Aosai in a jail cell two minutes later.
I saw two people in the ship staff uniforms ahead of me. I sped up, and asked them, “Do you know if there’s a cafeteria or something on this ship, ’cause I’m really hungry.”
“We’re just going to find something to eat,” the shorter of the two said, “We can show you the way if you like.”
((Awaken, thread, awaken! Stop the hibernation!))
((Alright, I apologize for being so uninvolved. Just one more question and then I can participate. Is everyone on the escape shuttle from the ship thing we were on before? Because if everyone isn’t, we should get on one and go and do a confrontation with Tamf on Earth. I’m horrible with the complexities of RPGs, so unless we have some sort of unifying force for all the characters, I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep going.))
((Everyone’s on a Tamf spaceship, whether prisoners or workers on the ship.))
((Needs must join!))
((OK, what should my character do now?))