Earnest Evans

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Personally, I'd appreciate a more focused plot. As it is, most of us are off doing our own things, and that isn't very good at drawing and keeping interest. If you ask me, I'd say give both sides a clear goal to work for, spoilers (which I can guarantee anyone can reasonably guess, The Leader's posts have been laying it on quite thick) be damned. If the alternative is stagnation and eventual thread-death, I say go for it.

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

Let's see...

Some characters are in a resort in North Carolina that advertises itself across the world despite being in North Carolina. Others are at a digsite, doing archeological things.

Some characters are in New York next Monday, getting themselves noticed and spreading the word to everyone about how Elementals exist.

One character is in Detroit some time in the past, fighting supervillains.

Several characters are on a train to Paris on Sunday, trying to escape from the nebulously-powerful corporation trying to capture them.

And one character is in Tokyo in the year 2031, thinking about how all this turned out.

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

6:00AM, Monday, Manhattan, New York

"Alright, mister Oberschmidt, the camera's rolling. When I say 'go', I want you to turn that bone into something else. Ready? Go!"
Fargus pointed and waggled his fingers at the bone in his hands. The store-bought cow ankle twisted, bubbled, and shifted. A layer of broth that had solidified over the bone peeled off like a strip of sunburnt skin. Pieces of the bone sunk while others rose, until at last they settled.

What Fargus now held in his hands was a small figurine shaped like a human, made entirely out of bone. Fargus presented it to the camera, and manipulated the figurine into waving its arms.
"Good work, Mister Oberschmidt! We'll send this in to the studio and have a story out by noon! I can tell this is going to be national news! Something special, not like those riots in Detroit! Now, if you would be so kind as to follow me to the studio for an interview, we can keep moving forward with this."

1:00PM, Monday, New York City, new York

"And we're back! Shocking news today as America has found its first confirmed instance of superpowers! The lucky guy, Mister Fargus Oberschmidt, is here with us in the studio! So, Mister Oberschmidt, how's being Superman?"
"I, uh... I honestly don't have any superpowers like Superman or whatever, I can just... control bones."
"Really! Well, Mister Oberschmidt, I think we've got a clip of you doing just that! Roll it!"

The anchorman who had just been speaking leaned back a bit. Evidently, the camera wasn't focused on either of them, anymore. Fargus looked around the room carefully. Nobody seemed to be in awe of him, or at all interested. No, rather, these were regular people going through their life as they always did. The thought ran a ways through his head, and settled down, classified as "not important". After all, it is human nature to look out for one's self. Spite simply didn't enter the equation until it was profitable.
The anchorman whispered to Fargus in a quiet hiss "When the red light on the camera comes back, you're on again. There's a femur strapped underneath the table. We're going to have you transform. Look sharp, it's coming back on!"
The camera the anchorman had motioned to did indeed light up, causing the anchorman to bolt upright and speak in clear, concise tones once again. "Interesting stuff! Say, Mister Oberschmidt, we might have some skeptics in the audience. Do you have anything you can do to prove them wrong?"

Fargus was getting into the spirit of things! With a grin on his face, he spoke with a chipper tone and quite a bit of flair in his motions. "Why, of course! I just so happen to have a bone right here!" He ripped the femur from its loose straps, and held it up to the camera. He closed his eyes, and focused on the bone.

The bone burst into a cloud of meal and dust with a fantastic booming sound. The dust hung in the air, before spontaneously rising up into a cloud just above Fargus's head. The cloud shrunk in size until it was a single sphere just about the size of a ball bearing. Then, the sphere grew and grew. As it grew, it gained features. Where once was curves now became flat edges. A bleached-white cube of bone dropped into Fargus's hand. Fargus presented the bone cube to the camera with a flourish, and set it on the desk in front of him.

The anchorman didn't miss a beat. "Well, there you have it! Thank you, Mister Oberschmidt! We'll be back after these messages!" Once again the red light on the camera in front of them blinked off. Once again the anchorman turned to Fargus.

"Pretty good, sir! I think you've got quite a career ahead of you! I can tell this video's going to go global. Well, I'd say this is about it for your segment. Why don't you head back to the room we gave you, I'm sure your friends would be happy to see you!"

The video did indeed go global. Within hours, websites across the world had posted the interview. Across the world, people were discussing the possible causes of Fargus's powers.

A scant three hours after that, evidence that Fargus's blood contained unusual amounts of strontium scrounged from Leo Oberschmidt's experiments on his own brother surfaced. At the same time, so did evidence of Herschel's miraculous arsenic-laced life. Knowledge of the Elementals was spreading fast, but was still hazy. Speculation and blind fantasy ran wild, but eventually the truth would be revealed.

Call of Cthulhu style horror RP

Call of Cthulhu: Portland in Peril?

Soviet Amerika - the USA is invaded! [Inspired by the -ORIGINAL- Red Dawn]

Don't be so shy! 3 players is more than enough to start a campaign, and I can guarantee you that more people join an active RP than an inactive one.

Soviet Amerika - the USA is invaded! [Inspired by the -ORIGINAL- Red Dawn]

3 people is actually a pretty good number of people for GMing. Plus, I'm sure more people will join when you create the RP proper.

Call of Cthulhu style horror RP

So, what kind of creatures would be included in this RP? Would this largely be a cult dedicated to Nyarlathotep/Hastur/Saya/Chzo and all the ghoulies associated with them, or would this be a hodge-podge of random mythos mooks strewn about higglety-pigglety?

Soviet Amerika - the USA is invaded! [Inspired by the -ORIGINAL- Red Dawn]

Count me in, I can always go for a good pinko-bash!

Quick question: how are the U.S.'s extra-continental assets doing? Are Alaska, Puerto Rico, and Hawaii barely-safe havens of revolutionary activity, or have they been glassed and invaded?

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

8:00 AM, Paddington Rail Station, United Kingdom

The priest, confident that everyone had what they needed, drove off. As he drove, he spoke commandingly.
"You're going to have to transfer at Paris. From there, you'll go through Germany and end up in Termini. From there, I can't help you."

The priest turned on the radio. He had always relied on the radio for his news, and today was no different.
"We pray for the lives of the hostages. For those of you who are just joining us, Oxford is in an uproar after heavily-armed terrorists from an unknown organization stormed the Waterbury-Oxford Airport. After sneaking through to the tarmac, they assaulted each of the airport's air control towers and planted bombs across the airport. Current death toll is estimated to be around three dozen, with others in critical condition. All flights to and from Waterbury-Oxford have been rerouted to the nearest space possible, for investigation and refunding. Current reports state that these terrorists have taken several hostages and locked themselves in the southeasternmost hangar. Any attempts to approach them are met with gunfire. We will provide more as it comes up, but for now we can only hope. We will be providing up-to-date coverage all day, so please stay tuned!"

The priest's tone failed to change, but he gripped the steering wheel much more tightly and began drumming his feet on the floor in impatience. He sighed in frustration, and pulled into the station's parking lot.
"We're here. You'll have to find your own tickets. I want this to be the last time I ever hear of any of you, unless you're turning yourselves in. Get out."

Thursday, 2:01 PM, Oberschmidt Geriatric Clinic, New York

The JREF representative looked at the settling cloud of gray matter incredulously.
"He can spit gray. What's so special about that?"
"If you get a sample of it under a microscope, you would see that this is a cloud of arsenic!"
"I guess we'll just have to see. You said something about two instances of paranormal activity?"
"That I did. Fargus, I brought one of Roger's ulnas over. Could you... do something with it?" Leo handed Fargus a small, thin bone.
Fargus gave the armbone a determined look. "Sure, sure. Hold on a minute..."

Fargus concentrated on the ulna. He imagined it twisting like a wet noodle. He imagined it tying a knot with itself. As he imagined this, the hard material of the bone became pliant and malleable in Leo's hands, and did indeed twist and knot itself. When it was finished tying, it went rigid again. Leo snapped the twisted ulna in half, and showed its osseous innards to the representative.
"It's a bone, through and through. And my brother just used his psychic powers to twist it. Pretty neat, huh?"
The JREF representative's eyes widened, and then she smiled. "I'd say that is evidence of paranormal activity! Mister Oberschmidt, I'd say you're on your way to being the first legitimate supernatural being the Randi Foundation has ever found! Would you mind coming with us to show the world and, hopefully, figure out a bit more of your powers?"
"That all depends... are we all going to get a go?"
The representative smiled. "Of course, Mister Oberschmidt! We'll take Mister Orestein, if he wants to, as well!"

Leo looked to Herschel imploringly. "Well, Herschel? How about it? I'm sure this would be a way to catch some attention from your son!"

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Neo-Umbrella Facility, Shadow Eternity Commandos

The two groups had successfully rendezvoused. Jack Morgan opted to take both of the Pawn Cards, and stored them in a safe place for later use. After a brief check-up of each other's health, the platoon moved along, through a door on the far right edge of the room.

The room beyond looked somewhat like a foundry, if the architects involved had no idea how industrialized metallurgy worked. Vats of boiling iron dangled precariously on thin buttresses, threatening to tip over at the slightest motion. Mazelike catwalks zig-zagged their way across a lake of molten slag, blind to all laws of convection.

Hampus stared at the place in abject horror. "I want you all to take me to the leader of this place, so that I may voice my concerns! This is simply unacceptable!"

Jack Morgan chuckled. "What's the matter, can't take the heat? With any luck, the guy who built this little diversion's the same guy who's running it. Private Vilderil, do you have a bead on this room's exit?"

Rimanahson Vilderil spent a few seconds staring off into space, before clearing his throat and speaking. "The exit is directly across this room. However, I do not think these catwalks will give us a straight shot. In addition, I surmise there is yet another keycard in this room, judging by how things have been going."

Though Hampus's face could not be seen, his confusion was palpable. "What? How could you guess that?"

Vilderil gave a tinny chuckle. "Narrative convenience. One challenge brings one key to success. This room will be a challenge, and so we shall find the next key to our ultimate goal: a Pawn Card. Do you understand?"

Hampus scoffed, and took a look around the room. He wracked his brain for lessons learned from his time in Aldrheim, and came upon one particularly interesting tidbit. The voice of his wonderful instructor Vlad rang through his mind's ears.

"Magica ister special! En Secrithinter: Vatten en magma, blir sten!"

Hampus's eyes lit up, and he approached the massive pool of molten slag. Jack rushed forward and attempted to drag Hampus away before he was burned alive, but was quickly shoved away by Hampus himself.

With a few simple movements, a quintet of glimmering, blue orbs appeared around Hampus. With one more movement, a single dull, brown orb appeared as well. Hampus braced himself, and condensed all of the orbs into himself, and jammed his hands forward.

A fist-sized ball of rock, water spouting forth from it, rocketed forth from Hampus's hands and burst on the slag, spreading water everywhere. Wherever the water struck immediately turned into fully-cooled mudstone, literally as if by magic. Hampus stepped onto the newly-made island in a sea of liquid metal, and beckoned for the others to follow. He repeated the spell he had just cast, and created another island connected to the old one.

This trend continued for a short while, Hampus making islands and the platoon following. At last, they reached the edge of the pool of slag, and walked towards the door. It opened with barely a sound, and revealed a coolly-lit monitor bank just ahead.

A small plastic keycard anticlimactically fluttered down from the ceiling and was picked up by Jack.
"Well, that's 3 out of 3. Let's get to that upgrading terminal!"