Genkai

Deductive Reasoning

Did you know what sort of direction you'd be going in? Where the main conflict would be in the group of Magi? I know the external conflict of magic v tech is there, but is there something else to spur people together towards something else?

Digital or Real?

Deep down, she was sure James was grateful for those long study sessions. She never meant to give him any grief but she knew it would benefit him in the long run. Besides, she had a soft spot for editing and those academic fueled dates weren't so bad, so she didn't bother giving James anything else except a smirk and a shrug when it came to his whining. It was awfully interesting to hear how much he had changed. Of course seeing would be believing in her mind. It was easy to assume childhood friends always stayed the same but it would be interesting to see James in a different light.

Sasha had been waiting for James to take out one of those fags and light it up, then she'd go into full raging mother mode and knock some sense into him. No matter what was advertised, smoking was still bad for your health and those around you. No fancy shiny new product could change what smoking was, which was bad. Very very bad. Even though the blond had blown away from her, it wasn't like the disgusting smell had gone undetected and she scrunched her face up. "Gandalf is overrated, just like smoking." She said and smacked his smoking hand, hoping to inflict some pain at the very least. She didn't care if people did it but if someone she cared for did it, that would be another story.

"No matter what they say, women don't like it when guys smoke. It's not that sexy." She pouted slightly.

There had been several guys she had been interested in but when she saw them smoking, it was a large hole in their ship, sinking any chance of her wanting to get anywhere near them. She just hated to think James could die of something related to smoking, a death that could be easily prevented. Not to mention, she was sure it made a small dent in his bank account. Either way, she was bothered but refrained from making a big deal out of it. This was their first night back in the same time zone and as much as she wanted to rant at him and pull up studies and other factoids, she wanted to enjoy their evening.

"You can resume your slow and steady suicide when I'm gone but could you please not?" She lowered her tone a little, trying to show she would drop the matter now. She looked back toward where they were setting up. James wasn't one for parties, that would be an understatement. But Sasha loved to have fun. Though if James was only tagging along to appease her, she wouldn't have much of a good time. Maybe they'd find something they could be enjoy. "There's plenty more to do around here." She suggested to him. "Just don't suggest a movie, those don't really spark discussion, well they do if we want to get kicked out." She laughed softly, putting a hand on her hip.

"I mean, being around a crowd...does seem a little draining." She glanced toward the people already starting to dance as the techno tunes began to play as lights started to move and create designs in the modest park, surely annoying those who were trying to sleep, who had dull jobs to get to in the morning.

Corrected & Connected

I will probably get us a new OOC if we're all on board and happy to migrate.

Deductive Reasoning

Aww don't quit, bitches are everywhere, at least you're paid to put up with em. XD

I gave it a read through, now that I've got my hands on DAO, I'm probably going to be playing that mostly but it did look interesting. I've love to grab a good fantasy RP. Who else is involved besides you and Scout? And Mogtaki of course, I know them as well.

To Boldly Go

Now that we've moved, it's easier to get online now. Though any free time is often spent unpacking and whatnot. Even so, I'm here, now diving my time between roleplaying and getting into DAO which I treated myself to. ^^'

And whoops, sorry about the spelling! I guess I saw it spelled without the "a" once and committed it to memory. How embarrassing! I shall have to jettison myself off into space to avoid any more unpleasantness. Excuse me. *runs away laughing awkwardly*

I'm totally fine snagging Geordi and Data, I also think Riker could be good to have if you're the good Captain, of course I could foresee you needing him in your own post without waiting for me, which is fine. I'm easy either way we go. I wouldn't mind snatching up Barclay though, that guy is a weird nut and he'd be fun to tinker around with.

Solar flares tend to be fun, plus to my knowledge, they're only slightly predicable, compared to say an eclipse? Pus I do see more fun danger with solar flares, as I'd suspect they'd only spur more flares to begin occurring more frequently, possibly leading to a more rapid progression? I do like secrecy and deception, if we did want a crash landing to cause everything, ex: the solar flares and subsequent illness...possibly caused by or the cause of, said flares? That was worded poorly, I hope that makes sense. I mean, the crash could either cause the illness to appear over time (disrupting the flares getting to the surface or something) or that the crash was caused by the flares hitting the planet, thus giving the sentient being a home until the crash, thus things were distributed and they latched onto the new life forms/people?

Just a random thought.

I do think if the crash was random or planned, having some guy in charge (infected and hiding it or whatever) will be a good foil to what Picard and co. wish to do. We could even say something like, the faction who has chosen to become more native and shed their science sort of logic, could have found a beacon or signal and activated it unknowingly, hence a reason for an away team to go down and see that things aren't alright, even if decades have passed since the crash?

Deductive Reasoning

John's kindly gesture with his umbrella hadn't gone on unnoticed by Ms. Mortsan, though much to her relief, the sky had relented so the shelter wasn't as vital as it would have been a mere twelve hours ago. After the four of them had made their way underground, John closed up the manhole and everyone was ready to go. "You'll get used to the smell." She tried to offer to the others. It was mostly dirt and mold, if anything else. Mary hadn't used it often but, she had used it enough to have gotten over her own uncertainties. As they migrated through the bowels of the city, no one said much as everyone was left to collect and sort through their own thoughts. Mary was still tired but thanks to the aid from Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes, she was given more energy, more room to hope that Charlie could be found and saved. Just thinking about him and any possible other poor souls, made her stomach turn inside out and Mary had to rely on two strangers to pull her through it all. And of course she had Irene Adler, a very strong woman who Mary could admire and confide in.

Meanwhile, Sherlock had already begun to absorb himself in his new, rather dimly lit, surroundings. The man's eyes adjusted quicker than most and he was already looking at the walls and even the canal of murky water, for any signs of disturbance. Any signs of someone in trouble, or any signs of someone causing trouble. He didn't see anything he'd deem out of the ordinary in the sewers. He did however, see a few marks of dirt which he was sure came from some scuffling. The marks followed a narrow path the led off their pathway. He made a mental note to go back and investigate that area further. Before moving along with Irene and the others, he did his best to look through the water in the noticed area, he thought he saw a glint of some sort but due to the limited lighting, he wasn't sure if it was a coin or a key or a bit of metal. Holmes kept moving, not wanting to spread his mental resources too thin. For now, they could focus on the possible eye witnesses and other areas where Mary Mortsan was sure Charlie went. Though he also wished to talk to others. If this truly was a criminal who was honing his skills, they had even less time than once thought.

By the time, they reached the designated ladder, John had taken the initiative to bring them back to the world, with moderately fresh air and room to move. Holmes allowed the women to go up first with their help. It seemed the location was in some small street, like an alleyway. It made sense. People who wanted to move about, unnoticed, would surely make plans to go someplace inconspicuous and this was surely one of the many places that London offered to its occupants, in order to lead a sneaky, shady life. Not that he was accusing Mary or the family she worked for, to be unsettling, but it was curious that the boy had been abducted when many people surely knew he had his own ways around. He was nearly a rebellious age and yet, Holmes still considered this event to be unplanned and dangerous. As much as he'd love to solve it quickly, make a good payout and go back to his dusty cluttered flat, his gut was telling him to be careful and take his time. His brain of course, was often many many steps ahead of his own conscious. When John made a comment about the means of transport and then about his thoughts, he dusted his long coat off and spun around on the back of his heel.

"Yes, my mind is already rattling with ideas, possible ventures." He replied.

He then turned to Mary and Irene who stood by, looking terribly out of place. "So Charlie comes up here?"

"Yes." Mary nodded.

"What for? What does he does? Who could he spend time with here, that he couldn't at home under your supervision?" He asked.

Mary studied the man and pressed her lips together, making a faint puckering noise before she looked to Irene, silently reminding herself to maintain manners and not attack those who were helping her. "While he loves his family and is very fortunate for what he has, he considers himself very lacking in...practical...environments." She said. "He has developed a peculiar fascination for coming out here with his mates and roaming around. He sometimes pretends to be someone less fortunate." She said carefully. "I had tried to dissuade him but it only made things worse so I enlisted the help of a family friend to keep an eye on him." She gestured away from the docks, toward a small collections of homes. "Charlie's friend has an aunt who keeps an eye on them both and has for the past months. There has been no trouble so far." Mary said, though the more she spoke of the idea, the more foolish she felt. It could be possible that the boy and his aunt may have Charlie and are doing it to cause trouble but Mary didn't see it happening and she prayed that the others didn't think her empty minded to trust a stranger to act as a second pair of eyes for a young boy.

"So far..." Holmes repeated thoughtfully. "And you spoke to her yesterday?"

"Yes, I did. She nor, the boy had seen Charlie in days." Mary sighed. Holmes nodded, though not entirely convinced. One minute Mary seemed like a reliable woman, the next minute, she did not. He couldn't blame her, a part may be due to her gender but if a life was in danger, he couldn't wave his hand and simply walk away either. Sherlock needed more information, something to push them in a direction. He looked around the small street once more, noticing how odd it was for the ground to be worn. If it was in a side street, he knew not many would use it, even if they worked as fisherman or with the navy. He was sure that this area was of importance but he wasn't sure if it was where people were taken or where they were abducted. "I could take you to a woman who had her own son taken a week ago, would that help?" Mary asked the two men, not wanting to seem naive or useless. "Like me, the authorities brushed her report aside and said that boys will be boys. How fair is that?"

"I would like to meet her. And you've never met her before now? How did you get pointed to her?" Holmes asked Mary.

"I was asking around here yesterday and someone said a woman had been doing the same thing not too long ago, they told me where to find here so I did." Mary replied. She led them down a series of small side streets. Holmes was already unraveling the setting in his mind. He could see peddlers, prostitutes and other rotten scoundrels, inside his head. The day played out, people went about and tried to make a living. They don't speak much to one another unless it helps them out. Sherlock could see kids standing out but not enough to invite trouble. He could see kids goofing around, then attracting attention. He shook his head as Mary stopped after roughly seven or eight minutes of walking along cobblestone streets and junctions. "Her name was...Martha and the son who is missing is named...Peter, I think." Mary said as they neared a small building with a few flats. Before Holmes could ask anything else, a woman stumbled back from behind the decrepit building and let out a horrifying scream. Mary ran over, recognizing her as Martha. "Are you alright?" She called out as she reached the woman who had fallen to her knees. "What is it, Martha?" She asked.

Holmes smelled the air, wondering why he hadn't noticed it before. The smell of blood. He touched Irene's arm, "Why don't you and Mary take Martha and sit someplace, make sure she's alright." He said before moving onward. Once Mary, Irene and Martha moved around to the front and sat down on the steps, Holmes neared the back of the complex. He glanced to John and then back at the discovery. There, tossed by a trash bin, was a young brown haired boy. His entire chest was cracked open and Holmes could see his heart had been placed with a smaller one, that from an animal. He then saw the boy's legs and feet had been replaced with rabbit paws. He looked around and then went back to studying the body. He crouched down and noticed that the boy's elbows were scratched up with similar paint used in the of the sewer they had just escaped from. Holmes as noted that the boy was in a very inhuman position, like he was pouncing. "Does your son own a rabbit?" He called out and poked his head from around the corner. The woman, now in tears, looked up from her hands and could only give a grim nod before she went back to her sobbing. Mary rubbed the woman's back and gave Irene a worried look.

Things weren't looking well for Charlie.

"How long do you think he's been dead?" Holmes asked Watson as they looked back at their only concrete lead. "And why dump the body here, I don't think it's remorse..."

Corrected & Connected

Yeah I do like something cozy, easy to manage and move things along...

4-6 would be a good place to settle.

I think so far, counting me, Vie, K and TK and Neo...that's five right?

Beyond a Fire's Embers

My mom wants to add more space to her bathroom, update the entire kitchen and replace the doors/windows. Not too much, but it'll be better equiped with what we like~

They call jury duty for child support related stuff? That sounds a little personal, but then again, any case is and we're not supposed to think of it personally. >__> But wow, a murder could be interesting. I'm sure you'll be called at some point, just keep voting. :3 I know people complain about it but it's pretty cool that we get to be somewhat involved.

Don't push yourself too much, just ease into it. Or if you have days where you rest, go hard core, then rest again, that could help ya. And going to a bar is still nice, drinking and chit chat. It's good you could enjoy the weather a bit, I know summer just started but it feels like it's been here too long IMO.

To Boldly Go

I know Wesley gets a bad rap from the fans. I'm kind of on the fence so if you'd like to snatch him, by all means. He'll be useful but I foresee him being useful in small doses, depending on when and where we pick things up, in relation to the canon timeline of events/episode wise. Hopefully you can make him more...er...less of a fuckwit because he has no brain to think for himself sometimes. I'm not sure I want to give him too much to offer the others, upon his return. He made mistakes, he's smart but I see a need to develop his passion and figure out what he wants to do. He could become a useful player though, it just depends if we want to use him sparingly if he does, have some useful information or tip. And there's always using him poorly like a plot device haha.

Aw Guinan would be fun, I think, considering her role as confidant, she may be better shared depending on the scene. Ensign Ro would be fun, you can have her. I assume I'd play Geordi, Crusher, Riker and Denna? Or was I swapping Denna for Data...? I can't recall.

House tactics can hit or miss, and they often lead to people questioning your sanity while you look at porn in the holodeck because why not? XD

Okay let me spitball some situation, you tell me what you think. ^^ Also I had a drink so...humor me!

Idea 1 - Mysterious planet, has growing populace that is developing more modern inventions due to new uses for resources in the area. This planet is reliant on the use of labor of the lesser faction. The higher and obviously majority of the two factions, is healthy and pure, since fuck going outside, that's below them. So the small, weak faction spends generations out in the harsh planet and thus they're more exposed to the animals and whatnot. Due to the way evolution works, over time they become more immune to all the weird stuff, while the high and mighty folk are rather frail with their immune system. The low faction decides to stage an attack, they kidnap some important person, take them out into the wild, they get sick, negotiations happen and things are on a better track for the lower faction. The majority start becoming infected though and a war breaks out because of this. Was it on purpose? An accident? Who knows!

Idea 2 - Another mysterious planet. Funny, that? We have an equal race of people who are all in pretty piss poor condition. They came from a crash landing decades ago and have had to survive in said planet, with their beacon/distress signal pinging into the abyss for like, ever. In the meantime, they try to get by but while no one remembers how or why the vassal crashed, it was some dick who did it so he could play God to everyone around him. He's some mega smart guy who has been acting as leader. But someone else wants to take control since they have other ideas as to how to get help and survive. The dick doesn't like change, hes been in charge for like 30-40 years now. So he comes up with some biological virus to infect the others around him so he can then come up with a cure and be seen as some mega awesome guy again buuuuut...it doesn't work and they're fucked. Enter, the Enterprise seeing the signal and swooping in.

Idea 3 - And yet there's this other planet, somewhat mysterious and intriguing. This time this biological issue hasn't been created by some dick or done thanks to nature. This disease affects a certain gender/age/other random parameters. This disease has been assumed to be the work of some God the planet has been worshiping. We have the scientific folks clashing with those who hold onto tradition while saying those who are cursed and diseased, deserve damnation. This ends up changing when some important people from both schools of thought get sick. It only affects said planet, possibly due to where they are in relation to say, some wacky star or planet which radiates some toxin. Those infected, aren't connected by their gender or age or whatever, but because of where they've been unknowingly exposed. But plot twist, the infection is some sentient being (kind of like when stupid ass Wesley toyed with nanobots, but they're not) trying to survive as well and finds hosts to do just that.

So yeah, some weird brain things. Any stick out? Anything tweakable? Or should I go drink some more?

Corrected & Connected

And it would be pretty funny to not even finish an anthology arch. *laughs*

I'd probably lean towards the long haul with the varying mini arches.