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Location: The Kingston-Gray estate
Outfit: ASTRA Armor
Skills/Powers/Equipment: N/A

"Baseline averag-" Victoria deadpanned, before realizing Dorian was right. He couldn't see. She took her phone, filmed a panoramic shot of the estate and the surrounding area, and then connected to the phone and edited the shot to look like what she saw, before sending it to Dorian. "There. Now you can. The place is so-" she struggled to find the right word. Bewitched? Cursed? "-Enchanted, it is a unicorn short of me thinking it was woven out of a rainbow." she explained.

Then the news dropped, and the whole conversation about Nemo being dead through Dorian apparently having visions of the future to Danni bringing up talking to ghosts - Because that's a thing, apparently. - happened. Vicky merely nodded in agreement: "One of the staff was Arcade's plant and tried to kill us, another has the philosophy that we have to suffer in life to amount to anything good. So plus one on checking he actually died, and this is not one of Nimue's pain games. At this point, if a member of the MC Institute staff says the sky is blue, I'd still rather check."

Her gaze followed the direction to the estate after James suggested they go inside, but one look at the creepy hand of a doorhandle that looked like it belonged to a SCP foundation's containment cell made her decide there was no way in hell she was touching it first. Instead she turned to Mads. "I'll be fine, thanks. Whatever this is, it's working wonders." she tapped the piece of jewellry around her neck. Hanging there very loosely. One tug from being snapped off, and sending her to the afterlife.

She pouted, grabbed an edge of her armor's chestplate and instructed the piece to detach to expose her silver, gold printed skin. She told the nanites to let the object pass through, and the necklace sunk below her nanite skin, now safe from being removed. Nodding approvingly, Vicky reattached the chest plate.
@Carlyle Still recruiting? I'm thinking of a metal/iron, or possibly magnetism as an element.
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  • Have an idea of what you want to do before contacting me, whether you like something I posted here or if you have some of your ideas, at least a general overview.
  • I am at UTC+1 (DST applicable) and I work anywhere between 4:50 and 17:00, from home on mondays and fridays, so those would be my main posting days. Sadly I don't have the time anymore to do hours long back and forth on google docs. Poke me in a PM or on Discord if I am taking too long for your liking =)
  • I don't have the energy and time to write advanced these days, so casual it will be. If the setting is a comedy, I'm up for whatever, even free through discord and some such.
  • Typos are OK, we're here to have fun not to get our English grade. But have mercy and at least try ;D
  • Not too fond of slice-of-life. Real life takes care of that all too well.
  • I don't mind writing romance if it happens to evolve between characters, but I don't like planning it from the start.
  • As for multiple characters, my head tends to pick a favorite and neglect the rest, so mostly I'll keep to just one.
  • I prefer PM or guild thread for playing, I can do GDoc with the limitations stated above.

Location: The Kingston-Gray estate
Outfit: ASTRA Armor
Skills/Powers/Equipment: N/A

Oh. Oooooh. Ooh shit.

Victoria was in full panic mode. First her limbs stopped sending diagnostics, then they seized up completely. She was glad she had the armor on, otherwise she would have probably collapsed in a heap. Her ears were catching the conversation, but only sporadic words were really registering - ...Agatha...Advance...Discuss... - Was this some scheme of the witch? Did she have to pay something up front in order to not be obliterated?!

In between that and reviewing the myriad of diagnostic logs, she made a note that the magic corruption was not a linear function of time, but seemed to get progressively worse with it. Pray she be excused for never investigating, she was content in avoiding it entirely - When she was aware it was coming!

Just as she was about to kick into emergency action (or the bucket, as it seemed), and blast herself back through the portal before the second scenario occurred, mr. Gray put a piece of jewellery around her neck and the influx of errors stopped, and whatever was happening to her seemed to be getting undone, and fast.

That calmed her enough to listen to mr. Gray explain what was what. Alright. It seemed the other witch actually seemed to care for her well-being and gave the adults here a heads-up. "Thank you. I'm all too happy to keep this on me. I'll have to thank professor Harkness as well."

She flexed her arm when the diagnostics came back online to try and check how long it would take for all of her code to return to normal, and then she gave Dorian a bit of a stink eye. "I remember telling you that I died to circumstances like these once already. I know you mentioned your home was magical, but you forgot to mention it was a bloody deathtrap. I hope that was a slip of mind or you thought I wasn't serious, and you would have the decency to tell me to my face if you wanted me dead."
Hello! I've been working on this concept for a while. This isn't ready to put into action yet, and I'm currently looking for whether people would like to do something like this, as well as comments to the concept itself, before putting any more significant work into this, like making art and maps.

The Fourth Wall Inn

Have you ever wondered:

Where do the characters go, when they are not actively participating in a game?

Whether between posts or entire games, the Fourth Wall Inn is one of such places where our characters can spend their time, just like actors once they leave the theatre or the filming set. The Inn is heavily inspired by the Villain pub and Super Café by HISHE.
Inn staff

Diamond Frost - Owner, bartender
Victoria van Dyne - Barista, waiter
Taraah - Security, game master
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General rules

1) Guild rules apply, duh.

2) Game staff may make a ruling not included in these rules, if the need arises. The rulings will be posted on the newsletter in the original OOC post, so check it out periodically.

3) Rules may be added, removed or edited as the need arises. Watch the newsletter for changes.

4) Staff rulings may be disputed once, in case staff missed some information that may be vital to the decision. Staff decision after the dispute is final.
Gameplay rules

1) Only original characters are allowed entry to the dimension. (E.g. no Optimus Prime) This rule applies to expies that are mostly similar to source material. This rule does not apply to characters with customized appearance from materials that are designed to accept player choices (E.g. custom commander Shepard from Mass Effect, but not with their default appearance). You may use new characters here to test them out.

2) Multiple instances of the same character are not permitted to enter at the same time (e.g. two Jane Does , one from a DC comics roleplay and another from Marvel, or same Marvel Jane Doe aged 20 and 40)

3) Characters do not retain memories of what happened in the Inn dimension while they are in their source RP, nor do any other effects (Wounds, buffs, purchased goods etc.) transfer to or from the Inn dimension without the permission of that game’s staff.

4) The fourth wall is gone in the Inn dimension to a limited degree. The characters may refer to their players in third person, but the players cannot directly communicate with the characters and vice versa, nor are players permitted to insert themselves into the game.

5) As characters may need to be quickly summoned for their game, it is perfectly normal here for your conversation partner to suddenly disappear. (e.g. if you get ghosted, move on)

6) Death is temporary in the dimension, but staff insists all fights happen in the fighting pit. If a character dies, they can choose to be ejected back to their universe or reappear at the reception in the state they were in before their death.

7) Inn staff may declare special events that modify the standard behavior of the dimension. Participation in these is not mandatory, but their effects on the dimension may not be ignored. Special events will be announced in the newsletter.

8) Special events may award an in-game currency that may be used to purchase perks in the Inn dimension. Check with the receptionist what is available to purchase.

9) Looking for a job outside of being a RP character? Check with the receptionist about open positions in the Inn!

10) To make it easier for other players to reference the source games, the following post format is mandatory:




Location: Margaret Carter Institute --> The Kingston-Gray estate
Outfit: ASTRA Armor
Skills/Powers/Equipment: N/A

The date of the contest was approaching rapidly and everyone else seemed to be more and more consumed by it. Victoria almost hoped that the teachers would slap some extra tests and/or homework on the students not participating if only to make the population shut up about it.

Herself, she was conflicted about going. Of course, she had things she considered important to do there. She could not wait to talk with Agatha, cryptic as she might be. There was apparently an organization that lined up her life, and she wanted to know about her most recently discovered overlords, for sure!

But there was also the issue of her mother likely showing up, not to mention the, to her, out of the blue invitation to stay at Dorian's house. Sure, they were friendly, although Vicky didn't think they were on sleepover terms. Not that she minded, but it did make her consider some things.

More immediately pressing decision needed to be made though. Did she bring her armor with her? Sure, she wasn't in the contest, but what were the odds she would stay out of trouble given what she was about to delve into? For once, she listened to the Ultron inside her and opted to be prepared.

When the day arrived, she joined the others at the place of departure, her helmet hanging on the clip at the armor's waist. To her dismay, a portal then opened, and they needed to go through. She approached it carefully, as she gained a healty amount of fear respect from magic that folded space. When she didn't immediately start glitching out, she braved it and stepped through, and immediately regretted it. Ah! What the hell? How are robotic fingers getting tingly?! she cursed inwardly, shaking her hands as if that would somehow make the spellwork exit her code. Then she looked up and saw her surroundings.

This was what she imagined an acid trip to feel like. Pain. I finally discovered what pain is like, Dr. Whitehall. she thought. Restarting her optical driver didn't help whatsoever. The reality of this place was out of whack. The worst part of it was the house itself. Her eyes could see the telltale signs of heavy spatial distortion magic. It was making her head swim. This would be a... problem.

One that would have to wait for a little while as understandably, the group dissolved into mushy family reunions. The sight made her smile despite the fact that she was presently located in a psychedelic hellscape. It also stung a little. Victoria wasn't going to lie to herself, she envied them.

Her train of thoughts was derailed though as Mr. Gray called out to her. Omg. I didn't even say anything yet to put a foot in my mouth. What's going on? They're not robot-averse, are they? Dorian I swear if you didn't clear up my being here with your parents I am going to- Right, respond first. She walked closer, feeling her steps grow heavier and clumsier the closer she got to the estate. "Good afternoon mr. Gray. Thank you for having me over. What is the matter?" she asked, hoping her vocalization still worked without issues.
@Morose Done.

Rocking the Bot II


It was day 8 of Victoria's stay at C.A.G.E. April was being discharged today, leaving the building feeling somewhat lonely. Even if the two of them were far from being on good terms, it was a familiar presence none the less. And while Vicky did not mind focusing on her mental health/training, the lack of contact with the outside world was a little bit unsettling. At least Leah was supposed to show up for a visit today. The android was parked outside with a sketchbook and pencils, trying her hand at drawing, having finished all of her books, wondering when the earthbender would show up.

Leah hated this place. April breaking up with her and Sabine, as valid as it was, wasn't even one of the big ones. This placed felt like a prison for people who didn't belong in prison. She'd done the usual shit, ignoring the looks of some guy who overheard her derisive comments the last time she was in here.

It made her skin crawl.

"...Hey."

Setting down the sketch of what was definitely not looking as a little dragon chasing after a dinosaur despite her intention, Victoria looked up. Her overall good spirits seemed to dampen a little when she took in the sight of her friend. "Hi there. Am I the only one in the entire country that likes being in this place? You have the same look on your face Dorian had. Like you'd rather be anywhere else. I'm coming back soon you know, I appreciate you coming by, but if you don't like it here that much..." she offered a way out, remembering Dorian was affected by the power dampeners so much that he tripped over his own feet.

"I don't need my powers or my wizard shit to get things done," Leah commented, sitting down. "Dad had a lab under our house, looked an awful lot like the sort of place you'd confine people in. That's all. And I don't really trust people who make it their life's work to "deal with" mutants or inhumans, or whatever the hell I am."

Victoria's silence was deafening. She blinked a few times, processing what Leah said. "You have a what now? You're a wizard? When did that happen? What else did I miss? First Danni's dragon hatches and now this? The world is leaving me behind." she smirked at her theatrics. "If you're sure. I take it you've had no luck figuring your powers out then? I wish I could help, but me and magic... you know. And hey, the people in this place are helping me at least. First few days were not great, I'll admit, but it wasn't their fault."

She shrugged. "Agatha gave me a bag of runes when she was telling everyone their futures. I couldn't do anything with them for ages, then about a week ago, I could make plants grow faster with them. Danni started a fire and April drowned it, I got rid of the water with a rune." She pulled them out of her pocket and sat a small pouch down. "I guess she saw what would happen if she gave me these. I dunno."

"Well, shit. If it turns out that fossil Nimue is right and all we need to get good is a fucking tragedy in our lives, I am going to be royally annoyed." Vicky groaned as she eyeballed the runes with a modicum of respect. Just because she couldn't see any magic emanating form them now didn't mean they were not dangerous - her own senses were dulled in this place. "Hmm! Speaking of prof Harkness though, I'm going to see her when we go to New Orleans. I've been wondering whether you want to tag along? I figured if anyone could tell more about the thing in your back, she would?" she offered.

"Uh... Probably? Didn't really cross my mind. She did give me these... And I never really cared about magic before. Sure, we'll see. If I get a chance, or my team doesn't fall apart between now then, I'll come with." Normally, Leah didn't like doing that sort of thing. But she needed answers.

Vicky nodded. "Speaking of, sorry again about being the first to skadoodle. I don't like giving up, but... I needed to do this. So... How'd that reshuffle go? Who's on what team?" she asked, the question having slipped her mind somehow up until now.

"I have no idea, Victoria. I'm not keeping track right now."

"You're... Quieter than usual. Is something wrong?"

"Yeah, Vick. Two people I actually give a shit about are in a fucking padded cell and one of them can't be in a relationship with me anymore. You know, the usual shit." She shrugged. "And She Hulk is obsessed with me lately, and I can't seem to get her to stop."

Vicky raised her eyebrows. "Well, I can put your mind at ease somewhat. My room isn't padded and it isn't a cell. I chose to be here, Leah. And the people here are helping me. Helping me get rid of a backdoor in my system that can be used to control me. What Ed used to control me. And people who may want to stop that can't easily reach me here. I didn't feel this safe somewhere in weeks. So if you're worried for me... No need for that. I'll be back in couple of days and better for it."

She didn't want to touch that relationship thing with a ten foot pole. What advice or comfort could she offer with her lack of experience anyway? Did she even care for someone in that way? Could she? Questions for later. It was sounding like out the two of them, the one staying at a mental health institution was more okay. "And what's wrong with having a parental figure that cares? I know you've been independent for a while, but still..." she thought for a second, "Or... Are you worried that makes she-hulk a target?"

”It’s not my problem if she makes herself a target.” Leah shook her head. ”Imagine dodging questions about your family for almost four years. No one even bats an eye when you conveniently say nothing about where you went for Christmas break or anything like that. And then a lawyer realizes you legally don’t exist- The name I go by wasn’t in a database other than the school’s until then. And sure, that’s not the weirdest thing when wizards and aliens exist… But think about it.”

Vicky sighed. "Leah... This particular school not giving a damn about their students' well being is not something that surprises me anymore. But just because that was the norm does not make it right." she carefully placed a hand on the other girl's shoulder, "Is it really so... annoying? to have someone care about you? I can't say I can relate to your situation, but I may have lost that recently, and despite the fact I think I have every right to be mad at my mother, it still sucks. It sucks that I may no longer have somewhere safe to go that is not the school, and I want it back. I just don't know how to get it."

"It is annoying when I can't trust them not to make it worse... You're not going to run off and fight him on your own, right?" She asked. "Or try to find him. You aren't going to tell people who would know about him beforehand and then make the connection that I'm his kid. It's... I just don't want to risk that kind of thing getting out of hand."

"Well, you're allowed to set boundaries into what she can poke into, right? But you gotta tell her at least that much." Then Vicky snorted. "Dude, I've got my ass handed to me by a ginger stickman of a kid with a laptop. I can't notice what's right under my nose, I wouldn't notice your dad if he drove me here."

There was a quiet pause.

"Yeah, well, you'd think I could. But no, she's legally my parent now. And that means she can ask people for anything medical about me, or that police could drag me to her house if I just fucked off and didn't come back. And I've tried to tell her to quit acting like I'm her kid, but that wasn't good enough and-" Leah stopped herself. "...I didn't come here to bitch about my life. Sorry."

"Isn't that what friends are for? If it helps, bitch away." Victoria smiled. "As for She-Hulk being nosey, sounds like primo time to use the fact you're still a teenager to cause a scene to get what you want. It is as you say, ignoring her is not exactly stopping her from doing any of it. If you want backup, I'll come with. If I stretch my mission parameters, this could cause a severe threat to many people, so technically I should get involved."

That would’ve been funny. But also worse.

”No. It’s fine, I don’t need help with that. Besides, I doubt they’d let you out for that.”

"Girl stop worrying already. I could have walked day one. Whitehall literally agreed I am no danger to myself after ten minute talk. She also said I am no danger to anyone else, now that I think about it, I don't know if I should have been offended by that." Vicky scratched her chin in thought. "Anyway, if you don't want to talk about your family drama, then listen to mine. Apparently, for one reason or other, my mother put a backdoor in my system so that admin level users can give me orders I must follow. Guess what Arcade used to take control of me? Oh the irony."

Leah stared at her without a word for several seconds. That really pissed her off.

”…What?”

"Yup." Vicky popped the P, leaning forward and resting her hands on her knees. "Sister claims it was the only way the project was even allowed to proceed to build me, and that mom never actually wanted to use it. I don't think I believe it. I know they used it at least once, and that is the instruction I knew of. Incidentally I got rid of that one. And it's why I am cooped up here for so long. I'm trying to get rid of that 'feature'. Good news is I developed a way to block new orders being given... Most of the time. I don't think I will be training in the framework ever again though. Edward made it clear it blows that weakness wide open."

Leah didn't like that. It made her want to punch something. Everywhere she was going lately, people kept acting like she was supposed to trust others to handle things and to let them in. It was annoying that people kept pushing buttons that they didn't understand, that they kept prying into things they'd make worse. But at least Leah could push back and shut them out.

There were laws saying someone her age couldn't make their own decisions. She had proven countless times that it didn't matter, because she had agency over herself. Vicky's was messed up.

"Victoria..." She looked infuriated. "Do I need to put your fucking family in their place?"

Vicky looked at Leah. "...I don't think that would solve anything. And it's not just Hope van Dyne, it's also colonel Rhodes and whoever directs S.H.I.E.L.D. these days. But, I won't lie, when they show up in New Orleans, and there's no reason to suspect at least Hope won't... Some backup might be nice. Just to stand there and look menacing. Because even if my countermeasures work - and they should, I have literally made myself selectively blind and deaf to anyone with Admin access - I think I'll still be feeling like a helpless little girl confronting them. And I think Cassandra hates it as well, albeit she initially tried to defend it. We're not mad at her. Not at the moment." the android confided.

"Yeah, well..." Leah leaned back in her chair. "I'll be there. They try something, I'll stop it."

Following suit, Vicky leaned back, looking at the sky. "Here's where I would toast to getting independent, if I had a drink." she chuckled.
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