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6 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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8 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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9 days ago
I've no idea what is meant by everyone being a "southern cowboy".
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26 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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“...57104 you are currently not restricted in mobility or ability. I hope you have a pleasant day.”

"Thank you, Holiday," Yevpraksiya replied calmly, with just a trace of accent, as her prosthetic arm and eye ran through their morning diagnostic check.

The eye was the easiest of the two, mostly different colors and the eye focusing in such incredible detail of the poster of old Earth she had hanging over the bed, locking onto the boot-shaped bit that used to be Italy, partially obscured by whisps of white cloud. Venice was still on this picture, if impossibly small to see.

Her arm, however, was still plugged in - she never took it off to sleep. It wouldn't move by itself either, going into hibernation as she laid on it, curled on her side. It wasn't that it was difficult to remove, it was ridiculously easy to take off. It was the artificial nerves in the prosthetic, currently hard at work as they flexed and twisted artificial muscle while impulses of partially screened pain, cold, heat, and pressure flowed through the arm. Unlike most with their arms, plugging hers in was like a shock to her system, making her scream and pass out for hours.

Her right eye flashed a message straight to her optic nerve - both diagnostics were complete.

With a sigh, she rolled to her right, facing the large wall display - and her orange bioplas coveralls, hanging from the charging hook. She only had the one, but then it could mend and even clean itself, so why would she ever need another? But Holiday had a few of the bioplas suits in giant plastic egg containers, living off a battery until they were needed.

Yev reached out with her prosthetic arm to snag her cup, and held it under the water tap while she pressed the cold button. Some of it splashed onto the floor grate under it, going who knew where? Reluctantly she sat up, planting her feet as a tray extended from the wall, filled with various pills. Mood enhancers, pain and allergy pills, anti-psychotics, dozens she couldn't recognized. If she didn't take something, Holiday would know. So she grabbed a few at random, slipped her water, then poured it out. As she stood up, the bed curled up into a futon couch, giving her some usable space.

Before leaving her room, Yev glanced behind her at the angled ceiling and its picture of Earth and signed once more. Her only chance at getting back to Earth while she was still young was to be released on good behavior.

The potted plant next to the cafeteria door got its daily dose from her drug drawer. If it was observed, Holiday had never mentioned it.

The last of Yev's apple cider bread was gone, the drones cleaning up the last crumbs. She'll have to make more later in one of the kitchenettes. She nodded at the few people there, then grabbed a bowl of oatmeal, a biodegradable spoon, a tub of grape jelly, and a cup of Yorkshire tea, then sought out a table to sit at while she ate her breakfast.

The whims of fate have guided me to aim for midweek as a launch of my opening post, 90% of which will be utterly irrelevant and purely because I was so happy to have all these awesome characters submitted that I caught the literary bug. For your reading pleasure the relevant part will be suitably noted as what is directly important to the current events of LD-10 when that post is live.




just eager to start.
There is literally 3 characters running individual illegal brewing operations lol


Yev is really just doing some home brewing, minor production, using fallen fruit deemed unsuitable for anything but animal feed. It's not like she has the facilities and contacts to supply the other domes.

Isaac Dispositions:

-Yevpraksiya Popova - Very Negative: Without being corpo aristocracy, Isaac led a very sheltered life that makes him unable to believe the dept of human misery some people suffer. In his mind, rough looking ruffian types are taken at face value and Popova must've done something to deserve her fate and all those terrible stories must be exaggerated or lies.


Rumors have probably brought up that she's a convicted domestic terrorist, so a little distance is expected. And it's hard to ignore the eye or arm so she may have said something curtly about the organ-jacking when asked. As far as the rest, that Lifetime movie was just a hijacking of "the hand that rocks the cradle".
I'm happy that it's not a capsule hotel.
Interesting. Thought for sure there be some petty bureaucrat or manager who'd object with putting prisoners in a standard apartment.
As an idea, I'm going to suggest that for the apartment building, the lower floors are divided into male and female floors.

There was no plan initially for prisoner quarters, but there's a couple of small padded rooms should someone go crazy. Yev got assigned to one of these rooms. This room has no inside door controls, and can only be opened by Holiday.

Probably why King George doesn't use his room.

There's a services wall with a large display that connects to the apartment's entertainment system, library, and grants access to various dome systems. There's also a push-button water dispenser in the far corner that provides hot and cold water that empties into a floor drain right under it.

She has a futon bed that transforms into a couch. There's no drawers, but there are some built-in shelves.

this is only a suggestion.

If you've seen the first episode of Psycho Pass, there's a scene in the beginning where this girl has a very nice apartment - but when she leaves, the hologram projector turns off and all the furniture looks like it came from Ikea.

Maybe some programmable wallpaper in the other apartments?
@JFK

Why do you think Yev is making hard cider? And just imagine what she can do with the potato peelings?

Once every two weeks or a month, I could see them allowing a call. Email may be possible, depends on what's allowed.

No packages, of course, but maybe outsiders can pay into the canteen fund or pay for something from one of the other domes. I doubt we're getting civilian pay, we're just cheap labor.

One benefit is there's no place to go, really, so no need for counts or check-ins, but I imagine Holiday does that quietly.

My character is wearing a bioplastic outfit, but it's possible that because of the work you're doing, you have an actual coverall and leather shoes to wear.

Your character has technical skills vital to the survival of the dome, while mine is just assisting with animals and helping to package the goods. I expect King George to have additional privileges.
Glad you liked Yev, I used a background generator to collect the details then I finessed them. This system tends towards a lot of tragedy (and alien encounters), I must admit. As far as the Empty Chair, she just wanted a place to sit.

Thought the bioplas suit made sense for prison work detail - self-repairing, self-cleaning, providing only limited protection in the event of an emergency, utterly resistant to customization and is essentially feeding off of her, more of a symbiote than a parasite, but still.

So, gotta wonder - in your op, you state that the apartments have "a full complement of food processors and beverage dispensers" but is that in the rooms or in the communal floor kitchenettes?

Some casino bars put in a drink order and booze is pumped out pre-measured from a basement rack to a dispenser, is that how the room dispensers work?

Assuming there's a place in the dome for growing coffee, or is that in like an underground tube farm?

@Fading Memory - here's my character for your approval.
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