I don't really envision having a need for an Olivia Pope character in the game. Pretty much, this is going to be a government and political sim. Not any real intrigue to be found. I know that's going to be super boring to some, but that's kind of what I want to shoot for.
EDIT: To give you an idea on how the IC thread would work, look at this NRP for an example: W.I.R.
Pretty much it would be the president and administration making announcements and introducing legislation while I as the GM would post results of turns and the occasional situation that would pop up.
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United States Airspace
30,000 Feet
Carol was halfway across Florida when they finally appeared. Five F/A-18 Hornets swooped through the clouds and formed a diamond shape around Carol. They were later than she expected. Honestly, she figured they would have shown up outside of Baltimore. Carol kept her speed steady and looked towards the jet on her right. The pilot pointed towards his ear and tapped it. She activated the bluetooth radio clipped to her ear and gave the pilot the thumbs up.
"Metahuman, you are ordered to identify yourself and follow us to the nearest air base."
Metahuman.
Not "Miss", "Lady", or "Ma'am", but just metahuman. But she got that. It was a lot easier to kill someone when you just thought of them as a thing and not a person. This was it for her. This was the point of no return. What she did at this moment would either brand her a traitor to her government, or a traitor to the people of the country.
"Metahuman, you have been identified and are ordered to follow us and surrender to SHIELD for interrogation. Failure to comply will result in hostile action and potential annihilation."
Carol balled her fists together so hard they would have crushed steel. She activated the mic on the bluetooth and looked towards the pilot on the right, the same one who issued the threat.
"My name is Captain Carol Danvers, United States Navy. You can annihilate me when you catch me..."
Carol ripped the radio from her ear and tore past the formation of jets, breaking the sound barrier twice over as she accelerated. The boom threw the jets off course and the squad scattered through the sky. If the military sent them after her, then they were among the best pilots they had. They had trained in their Hornets hours on end and were at the peak of their mental and physical capabilities as pilots. But they were still men and machines, and Carol was not.
She dove towards the water off the coast of Florida as fast as possible. A look back showed three Hornets giving chase. The jets would just be getting missile lock on her. The signature whoosh of the missile's igniting was her cue to turn. Three missiles locked on to Carol's location sped towards her. She dove even faster to give the missiles something to chase. If they were sent just to capture/kill her then the missiles would be heat seeking. The hair on the back of Carol's neck prickled as one of the missiles nipped at her heels. She elevated slightly and slowed, catching the missile and landing on it. She kicked off of the weapon and flew up into the air. The kick sent the missile into free fall where it fell another thousand feet before exploding.
The first missile launched exploded five hundred fee above her as it finally ran out of fuel. Shrapnel whizzed by Carol's face and small, sharp pieces of metal dug into her back. The pain and the blast sent Carol falling towards the ocean. She righted herself after a fall of a few thousand feet and flew back up towards the jets in time to dodge another three missiles coming her way. The missiles began to turn around and follow her ascent. Carol, meanwhile, kept her tunnel vision and charged one of the Hornets. The pilot opened fire with the M61. The gatling gun bullets bounced off of Carol as she swooped by the jet and ripped through the craft's left tail fin. The plane started to spin out of control.
Carol continued to climb, up past thirty thousand feet and into the stratosphere. She pushed past sixty thousand feet, to high for the Hornets and farther up until the air got thin and it got harder to breath. The space climb was something she did often when she first got her powers, the thrill of going into space followed by the fall was one of the biggest highs anyone could attain, literally and figuratively. Now she needed the high to survive and avoid spending the rest of her life in a cell.
She took a deep breath and held it in. She stopped finally and floated, not on her own power, but caught in the low gravity of the upper stratosphere. The stars in space twinkled brilliantly. If she had been breathing, they would have taken her breath away. Then came the pull of gravity back to the earth. The sound barrier popped, then popped again, and again, and again as she fell. The heat of the reentry was absorbed by her suit and durable skin, and the wind howled so loudly it would have blown out the eardrums of a normal person. The United States and the landmass of Cuba came into view from the heavens above. Carol dove and flew faster and faster down towards the island. If the Hornets were still on her tail after all of this, then they really were good.
At a thousand feet from the water she pulled up from the dive and slowed down, the shattering sonic booms following her as she slowed. Carol flew close to the water and finally landed on a sandy Cuban beach, her hair singed and a bit black around the edges from the space dive, her suit cut and nicked from shrapnel. Carol looked down at her suit and kind of regretted not bringing a change of clothes, but any clothes she brought with her would have long been destroyed. Well, she could borrow some money from Stark.
30,000 Feet
Carol was halfway across Florida when they finally appeared. Five F/A-18 Hornets swooped through the clouds and formed a diamond shape around Carol. They were later than she expected. Honestly, she figured they would have shown up outside of Baltimore. Carol kept her speed steady and looked towards the jet on her right. The pilot pointed towards his ear and tapped it. She activated the bluetooth radio clipped to her ear and gave the pilot the thumbs up.
"Metahuman, you are ordered to identify yourself and follow us to the nearest air base."
Metahuman.
Not "Miss", "Lady", or "Ma'am", but just metahuman. But she got that. It was a lot easier to kill someone when you just thought of them as a thing and not a person. This was it for her. This was the point of no return. What she did at this moment would either brand her a traitor to her government, or a traitor to the people of the country.
"Metahuman, you have been identified and are ordered to follow us and surrender to SHIELD for interrogation. Failure to comply will result in hostile action and potential annihilation."
Carol balled her fists together so hard they would have crushed steel. She activated the mic on the bluetooth and looked towards the pilot on the right, the same one who issued the threat.
"My name is Captain Carol Danvers, United States Navy. You can annihilate me when you catch me..."
Carol ripped the radio from her ear and tore past the formation of jets, breaking the sound barrier twice over as she accelerated. The boom threw the jets off course and the squad scattered through the sky. If the military sent them after her, then they were among the best pilots they had. They had trained in their Hornets hours on end and were at the peak of their mental and physical capabilities as pilots. But they were still men and machines, and Carol was not.
She dove towards the water off the coast of Florida as fast as possible. A look back showed three Hornets giving chase. The jets would just be getting missile lock on her. The signature whoosh of the missile's igniting was her cue to turn. Three missiles locked on to Carol's location sped towards her. She dove even faster to give the missiles something to chase. If they were sent just to capture/kill her then the missiles would be heat seeking. The hair on the back of Carol's neck prickled as one of the missiles nipped at her heels. She elevated slightly and slowed, catching the missile and landing on it. She kicked off of the weapon and flew up into the air. The kick sent the missile into free fall where it fell another thousand feet before exploding.
The first missile launched exploded five hundred fee above her as it finally ran out of fuel. Shrapnel whizzed by Carol's face and small, sharp pieces of metal dug into her back. The pain and the blast sent Carol falling towards the ocean. She righted herself after a fall of a few thousand feet and flew back up towards the jets in time to dodge another three missiles coming her way. The missiles began to turn around and follow her ascent. Carol, meanwhile, kept her tunnel vision and charged one of the Hornets. The pilot opened fire with the M61. The gatling gun bullets bounced off of Carol as she swooped by the jet and ripped through the craft's left tail fin. The plane started to spin out of control.
Carol continued to climb, up past thirty thousand feet and into the stratosphere. She pushed past sixty thousand feet, to high for the Hornets and farther up until the air got thin and it got harder to breath. The space climb was something she did often when she first got her powers, the thrill of going into space followed by the fall was one of the biggest highs anyone could attain, literally and figuratively. Now she needed the high to survive and avoid spending the rest of her life in a cell.
She took a deep breath and held it in. She stopped finally and floated, not on her own power, but caught in the low gravity of the upper stratosphere. The stars in space twinkled brilliantly. If she had been breathing, they would have taken her breath away. Then came the pull of gravity back to the earth. The sound barrier popped, then popped again, and again, and again as she fell. The heat of the reentry was absorbed by her suit and durable skin, and the wind howled so loudly it would have blown out the eardrums of a normal person. The United States and the landmass of Cuba came into view from the heavens above. Carol dove and flew faster and faster down towards the island. If the Hornets were still on her tail after all of this, then they really were good.
At a thousand feet from the water she pulled up from the dive and slowed down, the shattering sonic booms following her as she slowed. Carol flew close to the water and finally landed on a sandy Cuban beach, her hair singed and a bit black around the edges from the space dive, her suit cut and nicked from shrapnel. Carol looked down at her suit and kind of regretted not bringing a change of clothes, but any clothes she brought with her would have long been destroyed. Well, she could borrow some money from Stark.
Huh. That doesn't seem to safe to me. It's illegal to wear headphones and earbuds while driving in some states, just figured that would also apply with a fighter jet loaded with weapons.
With the cabinet positions I wanted to just include the "big four" of the cabinet. I just figured nobody really wanted to be the Secretary of the Interior, but hey, you never know. Same way with whips, since the senate majority leader and speaker are already leaders of their respective legislative assemblies. Just feel like it may be redundant to have two players as speaker and whip. As for the bills and laws, my idea would be that I would roll dice on it. A good score means it gets out of committee and makes it to the House floor. From there the congressmen and senators try to pass the bill or kill it.
Ruby said
It's important to the plot. Not much fluff or padding put in there at. all. And it's vital to understanding just where/how the Governments are putting our characters right now. If it seems like it's talking about US drone policy and it's kill list, it is. But this RP is inspired by that, and the very little leap it would take the US to go from legally executing terrorists to legally executing metahumans.The legal logic is real, just with a fictional leap to metahumans and our team. And it's not a big leap, either. A direct link is made between the reality, and the fiction (one of the team already being on a US Hit List). Afterall, what is a Sentinel...but a drone?
Gotta say I really love this. I read a book on the drone war on terrorism back in the fall and found it a fascinating read.
Theodorable said
I mean -- most Americans don't even understand the American political system beyond "Legislative, Executive, Judicial."
The game and the rules are still being worked on at the moment, but I really don't expect someone to have a degree in political science to get everything going on. And like I said, this system is the one I understand the best. I could slap a fictional title on it and call it "Freedonia", but it would still be America for all intents and purposes.
Well, I wanted to use America and the American system of government because that's the one I know the best. As for using Frank Underwood as President, I was kind of hoping to go for a little less... uhh... cynical approach to politics.
"Laws are like sausages — it is best not to see them being made"
--Otto von Bismarck
Bullet Points:
-- NRP set in a single nation
-- You play members of congress and the presidential administration.
-- The game will work like a super small scale NRP, each person getting a single order.
-- The key to this game is cooperation and working together, not winning the game.
-- Fine, you want to win? Get your president reelected and make the country a better place
Setting: United States of America, present day
Situation: The presidential elections have just finished and a new commander-in-chief is in the White House. With the president comes a new cabinet and administration, it's up to them and Congress to help the country by enacting new laws and policies that will benefit the people of America. Keep in mind that every choice and decision doesn't happen in a vacuum There will be resistance from members of the opposition, your own party, and even from the voters. As good as it is to change things for the better, it's also good to get reelected. Will your legacy be one of immense fortune and prosperity? Or one of economic ruin? Will you stand firm against the foreign powers of the world? Or bend the knee in the name of peace? Those decisions are yours to make.
In Character Info: The game will run pretty much like any NRP. You'll all have one single order you can use in a turn, each turn will consist of about three months. If you're a cabinet member your orders need to be run by the president for confirmation (chain of command and all that) but members of the House and Senate don't need presidential approval to try to pass legislation through their legislative bodies.
Here's the roles I have so far:
President
Vice President
Secretary of State
Secretary of Defense
Secretary of the Treasury
Attorney General
Senate Majority Leader
Speaker of the House
Out of Character Info: To make things work better, I figure I can create an IRC channel for people to discuss things together before submitting orders. Like I said, the key to success is to work together.
Baltimore, MD
"Once I had a love and it was a gas," Debbie Harry crooned to the thumping beat. "Soon turned out had a heart of glass."
Something about Blondie always calmed Carol's nerves. Heart of Glass was always the track she listened in the ready room, decked out in her flight gear with the earbuds wedged into her ears. She always hated she couldn't take her iPod into the F/A-18 with her. Carol took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and let the music play while she thought.
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind
The earbuds and iPod she had now she could certainly take with her up into the air. SWORD designed it to be ultra-durable and dense to stand up to the intense speeds she traveled at in the air. Carol liked that she could listen to music when she flew. At least in the jet there was the idle radio chatter to listen to as white noise. Now, when she flew without a jet's help, all she ever heard was the whipping of the wind in her ears. The music acted as a constant companion on those long flights. There was nothing else in the world like being able to fly; the speeds and beauty of seeing the world from a bird's eye view were breathtaking, to be able to touch the sky like the old gods. But there was also isolation up there where the angels tread. She liked the isolation some of the time, a chance to be alone with her thoughts... but sometimes her thoughts were too much to take. The music kept those bad thoughts at bay.
In between
What I find is pleasing and I'm feeling fine
Love is so confusing there's no peace of mind
If I fear I'm losing you it's just no good
You teasing like you do
Carol thumbed open her phone and brought up the email. An official joint message from SWORD, SHIELD, and the Navy. A united front all sending her their message. Ten days had gone by and she hadn't been around, officially listed as AWOL. If she failed to report for duty within the next six hours would result in Carol's termination from both agencies and a court-martial from the Navy on desertion charges. She tossed the phone across her small apartment and leaned back in the chair. She knew that was coming ever since they announced the Sentinel bullcrap. The rest of the former Avengers had been making a stand, but Carol kept her head down and went about her job. What was going on sucked, but was it her place to act? That's what she thought at first, but as the situation got worse and worse she started to reconsider. Carol loved working for SHIELD and SWORD and working with the Avengers whenever they needed her. She loved the Navy and her rank, and now all of that was being threatened by them because she wanted to take a stand.
Lost inside
Adorable illusion and I cannot hide
I'm the one you're using, please don't push me aside
We could've made it cruising, yeah
Carol stood up and looked out the window to the street below. Not many people out today, but the few she did see were going about their business like any other day. For one brief second Carol wished she was one of them, to give her powers and all the rest of her life up for a chance to be ignorant of what was going on behind the scenes. But she couldn't trade, and that moment of weakness didn't change anything about the world.
She picked her phone back off the floor, the screen now cracked. Along with the email from Carol's superiors was the encrypted message from Stark. Coordinates and a brief message. She couldn't change anything by wishing it to go away, but she could change things by making them go away. All of her life she had been fighting for something, a chance to become a fighter pilot, and then later the enemy, and then finally the monsters and aliens that threatened the world. Now, the people she was going to have to fight were the people she had but her faith in for so long. It wouldn't be an easy fight, but it was a necessary fight.
Today it was mutants, tomorrow it would be metahumans, and then what? Liberals? Conservatives? Where would it stop? She decided it would stop right now. Carol crushed the cellphone with one hand and pulled the microchip out the back, crushing it into powder in case the government wanted to monitor her. She turned up the volume on Blondie and walked to her closet where the Captain Marvel suit was hung up on the rack.
"Time to fly," she said to herself.
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind
"Once I had a love and it was a gas," Debbie Harry crooned to the thumping beat. "Soon turned out had a heart of glass."
Something about Blondie always calmed Carol's nerves. Heart of Glass was always the track she listened in the ready room, decked out in her flight gear with the earbuds wedged into her ears. She always hated she couldn't take her iPod into the F/A-18 with her. Carol took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and let the music play while she thought.
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind
The earbuds and iPod she had now she could certainly take with her up into the air. SWORD designed it to be ultra-durable and dense to stand up to the intense speeds she traveled at in the air. Carol liked that she could listen to music when she flew. At least in the jet there was the idle radio chatter to listen to as white noise. Now, when she flew without a jet's help, all she ever heard was the whipping of the wind in her ears. The music acted as a constant companion on those long flights. There was nothing else in the world like being able to fly; the speeds and beauty of seeing the world from a bird's eye view were breathtaking, to be able to touch the sky like the old gods. But there was also isolation up there where the angels tread. She liked the isolation some of the time, a chance to be alone with her thoughts... but sometimes her thoughts were too much to take. The music kept those bad thoughts at bay.
In between
What I find is pleasing and I'm feeling fine
Love is so confusing there's no peace of mind
If I fear I'm losing you it's just no good
You teasing like you do
Carol thumbed open her phone and brought up the email. An official joint message from SWORD, SHIELD, and the Navy. A united front all sending her their message. Ten days had gone by and she hadn't been around, officially listed as AWOL. If she failed to report for duty within the next six hours would result in Carol's termination from both agencies and a court-martial from the Navy on desertion charges. She tossed the phone across her small apartment and leaned back in the chair. She knew that was coming ever since they announced the Sentinel bullcrap. The rest of the former Avengers had been making a stand, but Carol kept her head down and went about her job. What was going on sucked, but was it her place to act? That's what she thought at first, but as the situation got worse and worse she started to reconsider. Carol loved working for SHIELD and SWORD and working with the Avengers whenever they needed her. She loved the Navy and her rank, and now all of that was being threatened by them because she wanted to take a stand.
Lost inside
Adorable illusion and I cannot hide
I'm the one you're using, please don't push me aside
We could've made it cruising, yeah
Carol stood up and looked out the window to the street below. Not many people out today, but the few she did see were going about their business like any other day. For one brief second Carol wished she was one of them, to give her powers and all the rest of her life up for a chance to be ignorant of what was going on behind the scenes. But she couldn't trade, and that moment of weakness didn't change anything about the world.
She picked her phone back off the floor, the screen now cracked. Along with the email from Carol's superiors was the encrypted message from Stark. Coordinates and a brief message. She couldn't change anything by wishing it to go away, but she could change things by making them go away. All of her life she had been fighting for something, a chance to become a fighter pilot, and then later the enemy, and then finally the monsters and aliens that threatened the world. Now, the people she was going to have to fight were the people she had but her faith in for so long. It wouldn't be an easy fight, but it was a necessary fight.
Today it was mutants, tomorrow it would be metahumans, and then what? Liberals? Conservatives? Where would it stop? She decided it would stop right now. Carol crushed the cellphone with one hand and pulled the microchip out the back, crushing it into powder in case the government wanted to monitor her. She turned up the volume on Blondie and walked to her closet where the Captain Marvel suit was hung up on the rack.
"Time to fly," she said to herself.
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind
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