Expendable

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Okay, since Karma's the ship's mechanic, what issues is she currently aware of?

What jury-rigged repairs exist?

Is the "Check Engine" light on?

the alphabet game. lol

Baisemain

Song Reference time

Oh, my daddy taught me well
There's some devils in heaven and some angels in hell
So promise me child, when they pull your card
You'll know, you'll know which one you are

Sky High Delivery Service!

Sounds fun. Peg me as interested.

See you space samurai... A Space Opera

Oh the blessing and the curse of such a good RP. Everyone wants in, but not everyone can make it in :(

At least the plus side is that everyone brings their A game. Thses submissions are really cool. B)

@PerfectThought

Well, this is supposed to be a rag-tag sort of group. Any elite-type would be quickly snatched up by elite groups, so I like that we're to be flawed. Flaws mean you have to work harder.

NOTE: often when I play mute characters, some telepath shows up offering to translate. A few of my more unusual characters would induce headaches. Seven will do it by slamming the telepath into the nearest stationary object. Her head is not a peep show.

Song Reference time

Your world is yours
Not mine, Quidam
Your dreams are yours
You may have touched the stars
But they weren't moved
And if you reach for me
I may not choose
To hold your hand
I might smile
Or I might turn away

Song Reference time

Attention, your attention, please
A newsflash has this moment arrived from the Malabar front
Our forces in South India have won a glorious victory

I am authorized to say that the action we are now reporting
May, well bring the war within measurable distance of its end
Here is the newsflash

Word association Game!

racing

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Question:

Will we be following a post order? Just want to make sure. Because I'm geting that "post" itch but don't wanna go over someone.

@BigPapaBelial

That's up to the GM. Mostly I just wait until there's two posts following my last one.

Ex - Wanted: Dead or Alive

See you space samurai... A Space Opera

<<< REJECTED >>>

Seven

#310367

'Seven'

Core Details

Name: Seven
Age: 390 (+/- 25) N.C. (Chronological) / Early-to-mid twenties (Biological)
Gender: Fem
Species: Human (Revived)

Who are you?

2478.0923 N.C. - Case notes of Dr. Crandall

"Subject #310367, cryogenically preserved head, female, no accompanying file. Obtain by the Seares Foundation on 2478.0916 N.C. Minor cranial damage, placed into the Chrysalis reactor and a body was reconstructed."

"Disappointing. No panic reaction. They didn't even open their eyes until we opened the shield. Non-verbal, can follow basic instruction. Barely registers as curious. Ice formation in the brain likely damaged the tissues beyond the capabilities of the Chrysalis reactor to repair. Classified as 'Burnt' - oh, don't you roll your eyes at me, Decker! It's clear to me there's nothing going on up there! Now go get the next head and make sure it's lively! I want to see the fear this time!"

Classification: Menial worker.
Assignment: Custodial duties.

2479.1209 N.C. - Late Night with Shimbo (opening monologue)

"Gentles, you are not going to believe this! Earlier this afternoon, the head of the network, Randall Garrett, was shocked to find out from the police that his daughter got kidnapped while she was sitting in Santa's lap at the Crater Street Mall by three members of the Kutath gang!"
<gasping, unsettled muttering>
"I'm serious! I'm serious! I swear to you, this really happened! Honest to god!"

"But they didn't make it out of the mall with her. No, it wasn't security - they were heading past the restrooms only to slip on the floor this Burnt was mopping!"
<Confused muttering>
"Honest to god! She even tried to help them by reaching out with her mop, but kept hitting them instead! Man, just when you thought it was safe to go to the restroom!"
<Laughter>

"Then the Burnt heard little Tabitha crying - but thank god, she dropped her mop!"
<Laughter>
"The quick response team found Tabitha in the Burnt's lap being rocked while sitting on the wet floor."
<Aahs, symathetic noises>
"I'm glad there's something still rattling around in that freezer, but man, that cleaning service has gotta shell out for better diapers!"
<Laughter, howls>

"Garrett was so happy, he bought out that Burnt's contract!"
<Happy coos>
"I just gotta wonder, how long are they gonna let her keep working there before they tell her?"
<Laughter, howls>

2479.1209 N.C. 2nd Precinct.

"I don't like her eyes."
"Whose eyes? That Burnt?"
"Yeah, she don't blink. Just keeps staring at me."
"So?"
"It's creepy as hell. And I yawned. "
"Yawned? What the hell does that have to do with anything?"
"Empathy. You see someone yawn, you yawn back. You do it, I do it, everyone does it."
"Except her."

"Except her. She's a psychopath. Pure evil, I'm telling you."

"A burnt."
"Mark my words, if we let her go..."
"What, because she doesn't yawn? She's a hero who just saved a kid! We've no reason to hold her, nobody's going to prosecute her, so she's free to go. And you leave her alone."
"Why?"

"She scares me, too."

What do you bring to the table?

• Observant. Listens.
• Scary eyes. Doesn't blink much, if ever. It's like staring into a laser drill, one of you is gonna go blind and it's not going to be her.
• Good with guns. Good with improvised weapons. Knows pain points. Deadly with her hands.
• People ignore her, like she's a part of the wall that you don't want to stare at.
• Knows how to clean. Maybe too well. Not sure if what she's mixing up in the janitor's closet is all that healthy. Or why that box of igniters are in there. Or those big bottles of acid.

What's your problem?

As a Burnt, Seven's considered barely human. A menial worker, someone you glance at, see that line on her neck, that blank expression, and your eyes just slides off her. You don't want to look at her anymore, makes you uncomfortable, butterflies in your stomach like you just traded a glance with death. And you're happy because it's not you standing there, staring back coldly like that.

It's creepier if she's living next door, or walking by your side, never saying a word. (Not that Seven could.)

It's worse if she's taken some Aura and her eyes start to glow. And she starts smiling....

Life in the crew

Showed up during interviews at a bar. Someone tried to push pass Seven and wound up on the floor, screaming, head bashed on the table edge and caught in an arm lock. All the while quietly staring back.

Then when she let them go, Seven pulled out a cleaning cloth and wiped the table edge as if nothing much had happened.

Admittedly, the ship's never been cleaner and she's still working on those more stubborn stains, but you're half afraid to walk into a room where she's scrubbing the floor on her hands and knees. Like the next time you walk across that fresh scrubbed floor in dirty boots, you'll wake up in the airlock with them hanging around your neck, with her staring back at you through the window as the pumps start. Maybe the doc has something to stop that nightmare...?

Still, it's comforting to know that when she throws that blade towards you, it's for the guy standing behind you about to shoot. If you call that comforting.