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I'm fighting the final boss of College.
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9 yrs ago
*Piddles about*
10 yrs ago
I have returned from the land of apathy with renewed vigor! Talk about ironic...
10 yrs ago
Aaaand I just made several google searches in a row about a cannibal cafe. Watch lists, I'm baaaack!~
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10 yrs ago
A new challenger approaches!
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Bio
21 year old white man. Do I get Social Justice points for being gay?
Lame (and somewhat rude) jokes aside, I'm an American college student majoring in Media Studies and hoping to work in game design. I've run several tabletop RPGs over the years, mostly in the vein of D&D and Pathfinder. I dabbled in forum RP years ago, and am hoping to have a joyous reunion with the art now.
My greatest strength is probably my ability to realize my weaknesses and take honest criticism without feeling put down. One of said weaknesses is my bad tendency to proofread after posting something, so feel free to point out spelling mistakes or small grammatical errors if I've left a post lying around a little while.
I swear I don't bite, though the zombies might. (Ask me about my moral position on Necromancy.)
Lame (and somewhat rude) jokes aside, I'm an American college student majoring in Media Studies and hoping to work in game design. I've run several tabletop RPGs over the years, mostly in the vein of D&D and Pathfinder. I dabbled in forum RP years ago, and am hoping to have a joyous reunion with the art now.
My greatest strength is probably my ability to realize my weaknesses and take honest criticism without feeling put down. One of said weaknesses is my bad tendency to proofread after posting something, so feel free to point out spelling mistakes or small grammatical errors if I've left a post lying around a little while.
I swear I don't bite, though the zombies might. (Ask me about my moral position on Necromancy.)
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Karen wasn't enjoying her day. For starters, she realized halfway to her room that nobody else was heading in. Evidently, people were not required to be in their quarters for launch. It struck her as stupid, in terms of safety. Her thoughts were verified, after a fashion, as she saw a pair of security personnel rush away on some sudden emergency. Not the safety issues she imagined, sure, but safety issues nonetheless.
Speaking of which, post-launch Eden was a bit of a mess. The trees had lost a few branches as she feared, but less than she was truly afraid of. Whatever technical things were going on with the launch, Karen provisionally approved. It did, however, mean that Eden would have to be down for an hour or so while cleanup happened, and she didn't want any injuries on her watch since launch was still ensuing, so it would be even longer besides. She pulled out her PDA and spent a minute filing a maintenance request, listing it medium priority and potentially dangerous - clarifications in the "Any other comments" section.
With essentially nothing to do until in or after warp, and Karen didn't know enough to be sure which, she meandered through the hub, trusting her PDA to bring her back home later via its map. Despite having visited many times before, Karen had never needed to go much of anywhere except Eden, which was the biggest, most difficult to miss location in the Hub.
So for now, Karen contented herself with walking the streets... No, wait, it's a roof. And a street. But now she was on a bridge of sorts? What is this, an elevator that never goes down? Ohh, the down one is across the road. Maybe she could hop off the bridge to the floor below? There was no reason to, of course, but curiosity doesn't always listen to common sense. Regardless, there was a ladder, that someone was using. She supposed it was faster than going the fifty feet over to the elevators, but you couldn't really hold anything...
After a solid half hour of this stream of consciousness, Karen was starting to tire. She wasn't unhealthy, but she knew fully well that her weight was above the supposed ideal, and a bit above one standard deviation from the median as well. She tucked her brown hair back behind her ears and walked into a nearby tea shop, wondering if her orange frock was insensitive, since almost the entire ship had dressed in very dark colors, as if in mourning. Actually, she thought, while ordering an iced tea dubbed "Devil's Kiss", mourning made quite a bit of sense. Thus, orange was kind of insensitive to many billions of people. "Well shit." She thought, but very little could be done now.
When the tea arrived, Karen swiped her card and mused over how likely she was to overspend. She had never been great with a credit card, and thus always preferred cash. She hadn't payed attention to the ingredients of her tea while ordering, but took a decided interest now. The first sip was interesting, since it tasted both significantly sweetened, and noticeably bitter. She still had almost no idea what was in it, but it seemed a bit similar to black tea. By the halfway mark, she had noticed that the sweetness tended to disappear shortly after each swallow, but the bitterness lingered. Metaphors raced through Karen's head. It was like reckless love, it was like dealing with the devil, it was like that time in college she started frequently drinking coffee to keep herself working. That had ended very poorly, with caffeine addiction being a somewhat minor edition to the troubles of her past. The one thing she hoped the tea couldn't work as a metaphor for, was this journey. If leaving Earth behind was sweet, she did not dare to think of what may lie ahead.
Speaking of which, post-launch Eden was a bit of a mess. The trees had lost a few branches as she feared, but less than she was truly afraid of. Whatever technical things were going on with the launch, Karen provisionally approved. It did, however, mean that Eden would have to be down for an hour or so while cleanup happened, and she didn't want any injuries on her watch since launch was still ensuing, so it would be even longer besides. She pulled out her PDA and spent a minute filing a maintenance request, listing it medium priority and potentially dangerous - clarifications in the "Any other comments" section.
With essentially nothing to do until in or after warp, and Karen didn't know enough to be sure which, she meandered through the hub, trusting her PDA to bring her back home later via its map. Despite having visited many times before, Karen had never needed to go much of anywhere except Eden, which was the biggest, most difficult to miss location in the Hub.
So for now, Karen contented herself with walking the streets... No, wait, it's a roof. And a street. But now she was on a bridge of sorts? What is this, an elevator that never goes down? Ohh, the down one is across the road. Maybe she could hop off the bridge to the floor below? There was no reason to, of course, but curiosity doesn't always listen to common sense. Regardless, there was a ladder, that someone was using. She supposed it was faster than going the fifty feet over to the elevators, but you couldn't really hold anything...
After a solid half hour of this stream of consciousness, Karen was starting to tire. She wasn't unhealthy, but she knew fully well that her weight was above the supposed ideal, and a bit above one standard deviation from the median as well. She tucked her brown hair back behind her ears and walked into a nearby tea shop, wondering if her orange frock was insensitive, since almost the entire ship had dressed in very dark colors, as if in mourning. Actually, she thought, while ordering an iced tea dubbed "Devil's Kiss", mourning made quite a bit of sense. Thus, orange was kind of insensitive to many billions of people. "Well shit." She thought, but very little could be done now.
When the tea arrived, Karen swiped her card and mused over how likely she was to overspend. She had never been great with a credit card, and thus always preferred cash. She hadn't payed attention to the ingredients of her tea while ordering, but took a decided interest now. The first sip was interesting, since it tasted both significantly sweetened, and noticeably bitter. She still had almost no idea what was in it, but it seemed a bit similar to black tea. By the halfway mark, she had noticed that the sweetness tended to disappear shortly after each swallow, but the bitterness lingered. Metaphors raced through Karen's head. It was like reckless love, it was like dealing with the devil, it was like that time in college she started frequently drinking coffee to keep herself working. That had ended very poorly, with caffeine addiction being a somewhat minor edition to the troubles of her past. The one thing she hoped the tea couldn't work as a metaphor for, was this journey. If leaving Earth behind was sweet, she did not dare to think of what may lie ahead.
I just realized that my (only) IC post contradicts literally everyone else - people are not required to be in their quarters. That enough of an excuse for me to justify (to myself) making another post!~
@Rawk Just so you're aware, I do literally have all this stuff written down on paper. The main reason it never made the initial OOC is because well...
How many of you read the full thing? :P
I skipped a bunch of the ship stuff and came back to it later. What doesn't matter to me can hurt me, but fending it off isn't my job.
The Vitae has some form of artificial gravity, right? The most recent post implies that there will be 0G, but that simply wouldn't work for Eden, and could cause massive disorientation and accidental chaos at first. (Not to mention large numbers of injuries if the Vitae flies long enough for a new generation to be born before settling somewhere.)
@LegionPothIX, I've decided that I mildly dislike your character as a person, and have some respect for you as writer for getting me to dislike your character without being truly upset with him.
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Maybe if this was 'murica where they do weird stuff like that.
We let way too many things from England slip in, like freaking Colonel being pronounced like "Kernel" (as in popcorn).
They're just another cosmetic feature designed to make him look that more human. Just another way to show how deep his makers went with his creation.
I confess, before even finishing your post o was trying to think what would be immediately off to a less casual observer, and that was first. Second was lack of true bones.
Also, I think Karen might be a good first meet/friend (?). She's generally friendly and would, of android-ness was discovered, be both highly curious and also have no idea about any of the technical aspects. On top of that, she must be acquaintances with Dr. Philips, since she's essentially a specialized researcher on standb, so we have a mediator if need be. On top of THAT she's proven herself able to hold onto classified information in the past - information even Michael wouldn't have (on Xenobiology).
Don't forget the massive amounts of FOOOOOOD.
@boomlover, I like the post, by the way! And I'm also concerned about slowly losing all of our glassware aboard the Vitae. Unfortunately for me (and by extension you), I have a terrible habit of mental fact checking while reading: there are a total of 510,000 humans on the Vitae, not 600,000.
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