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7 days ago
Current Lots of ideas, voices in your head? You may not be schizo, just need to find a plot and start writing.
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9 days ago
Movie Studios don't use AI to generate scripts because they're not copywritable. My writing is mine, not the world's to play with.
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10 days ago
I've no idea what is meant by everyone being a "southern cowboy".
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27 days ago
I like that the Amish gives their kids a chance to decide if they want to stay in their parent's religion.
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2 mos ago
"Badgers?" he said, sweating as he heard gun hammers being cocked unseen behind him. "We ain’t got no badgers. We don’t need no badgers. I don’t have to show you any stinkin' badgers!"
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I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.

Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.

Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"

Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.

Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.

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@Eviledd1984

Sorry for the wait. We should figure out how we're going to proceed since Mini-Qaymu is in the vent as well.
@Expendable

I might write up the proper thread, soon kin. We already got some buzz. I'm down with your denizens of the house ideas. I am going to make character sheets needed though, I didn't say that in this IC because I'm used to it being standard MO, just a heads up beforehand. That cool with you two, kin?


I always expect character sheets, so sure.
Sounds fun.


I like housekeeping, it's mostly inside work with no heavy lifting.
Seares System

Primary: G0 V Yellow Main Sequence
I: Rock Planet (tidal locked)
II: Jovian Gas Giant (Planetary rings, 20 small moons, 13 large moons) - Orbital refinery.

IV: Rock Planet -
V: Ice Planet - Medical Manufacturing and Research
VI: Asteroid Belt - Mining operations
VII: Ice Planet - Isolated Labs
VIII: Ice Planet
IX: Ice Planet
X: Ice Planet
XI: Asteroid Belt - Mining Operations

Ooh, interaction! This should be fun!

Text Color: FF00FF
Location: Havenwood
Participants: Expendable - Nine, Nanny Jo.



"Ah, the young," Nanny Jo sighs, shaking her head in the torchlight. "A bit mad, he is. Or is he MAD?"
Nine turned to stare at Nanny Jo, her eyebrows furrowing. There was that strange emphasis the old woman used. "What do you mean?"
"I'm not... sure," she drawls, staring at the balcony Josiah had so recently occupied. "I just know it would be madness to try it."

After a long moment, Nanny Jo shook her head. "Anyway luv, you all set to go out with an expedition?"
"Am I ready to help pull my weight, you mean, Ma-am?"
"Land o' Goshen!" the old woman chuckled. "You sure have an interesting way to speak, child!"
"As do you," Nine replied. "I am in need of some supplies, even if I have to make them myself."
"To charge up your 'book'?"
"Yes, Ma-am."
"It's a strange thing to call a book, luv. It don't have any pages!"
"Pages take up too much room, so it just saves all the words."

Nanny Jo paused, her face knotting in confusion, then she pealed out in laughter. "Saves all the words! Oh my, child, that's cleverness, indeed!"
I can probably contribute a few things to this. Are you planning on creating a sort of catalog of props and ships as well?

Some ideas that I've run into from time to time:

Most home worlds name themselves for their local word for "dirt" or variations of ("That Which Holds Our Roots" being one), which has lead to a lot of confusion. Interstellar travelers should know the hexadecimal catalog number for their system and world to avoid destination errors.

There are multiple Earths. Each started identical to the other, but have developed different cultures over time. Only a few of these Earths are aware of each other, most insisting they are the original. Each system has a gas giant. These multiple Earths are sometimes called Seed Worlds. Interstellar travelers should know the hexadecimal catalog number for their system and world to avoid destination errors.

Qaymu


Bldg 1, Ventilation Ducts
@Dragonydas


Three gremlins were hard at work on a duct fan so they could get past the spinning blades. As they pounded, pried, and chewed, a curl of smoke drifted around a bend in the duct and curled around the first one.

The gremlin paused in the act of pounding on the motor casing, staring at the smoke, then looked up with a puzzled expression. "Hey, Moe!"
"What?"
"There's smoke here. See?"
"Of course there's smoke, Curly!" the dark haired gremlin replied, waving its arms about. "We're chewing electrial wires and motors! Other gremlins are doin' things in the kitchen! There's gonna be smoke!"

"Yeah, Curly!" the red-headed gremlin said, pausing chewing on the insulation on a wire. "Where there's smoke, there's fire!"
"Fire!" the bald Curly replied, horrified. "Nobody said there was going to be fire!"

"Relax, you moron!" Moe replied, holding onto the screwdriver he was trying to pry off the grill with. "We ain't going to burn the place much. Just enough to singe the joint a bit."
"A bit, a bit," Larry sang, clapping his paws together and spinning around as another tendril of smoke curled around him. He paused and looked down at it. "Hey, Moe, I don't think I like this smoke."
"You don't like smoke?! Why don't you like smoke?"
"My smoke has a head on it."

"Hey, mine does, too!" Curly exclaimed, pointing at a lump that had tiny burning embers like eyes.

A third tendril of smoke appeared, this time wrapping around Moe, who tried waving at it with his screwdriver.

"Shoo, shoo now," Moe said, but it wouldn't break apart - instead, it growled.

"Moe, is your smoke making noise?" Larry demanded nervously. "I don't think smoke should be making noise."
"I don't think this is just smoke."

The smoke suddenly wrapped itself tightly around the three gremlins and yanked them back down the vent, away from the duct fan as the three gremlins scream shrilly.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚


Qaymu, once more in his human form, appeared out of the bathroom while three golden glowing spheres followed in his wake as he made his way to the front desk.

"Put me down for three," the dragon smiled, puffing smoke on his pipe.

Text Color: FF00FF
Location: Havenwood
Participants: @Mav99 - Maverick; Expendable - Nine, Nanny Jo.


"Thank you," Nine replied, the corners of her mouth ever so slightly drooping as she took in Maverick's appearance. "You don't look well, would you like to..."

"Nine!" screech Nanny Jo, sticking her head out of the curtain from her shelter and waving her cane. It had a strange "L" shape, with a separate room jutting outwards that her treatment room. "Nine! Come fetch the stew!"

"Excuse me," Nine said, glancing back at Maverick. "My supervisor needs me."

Trotting over, she accepted the oven mitts that Nanny Jo provided and stepped inside. An ancient pot-belly stove held a large pot of bubbling gravy, 'elephant meat', root vegetables, and a handful of herbs and spices that Nanny Jo had on hand.

"Just take that out and refill the pot, the lunch rush will be soon."
"Yes, Nanny Jo," Nine replied, slipping on the quilted oven mitts and carefully taking the heavy pot down, letting it sit on the stone floor before hoisting it up again and carrying it out holding the bail in her right hand. Raising it up to the lip of the half-empty cauldron, she carefully tipped the pot with her other gloved hand and watch carefully as the stew poured out.

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