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Automata Corps Officer Second Degree Marvin Long(AKA "Marv") and Officer Third Degree Aidan Scarver
Officer Long was still dealing with a nosy civilian, and so he waved Crowley back to where Scarver was directing the medical attention to the victim. She had had mercury applied to her stump, and her breathing was more regular. Her whole arm and her legs were elevated on the stretcher as a pair of emergency workers lifted her up to take her to the floating ambulance that was parked on the street.
"Crowley, good," Scarver began, taking a note pad from his gray uniform pocket. "Young woman was attacked," he was rattling off, "We have no identity as of yet. Her arm was removed from the elbow. Safe assumption is she had a Technomancy arm, and was beset by a scavver. If that's the case, it'll show up in the black market, hence us calling you. She is alive, but not conscious. We hope she recovers soon, she might be able to give us a description.
"In the mean time we have approximate measurements for her arm, to help find it if it surfaces," he tore a piece of paper from the notepad and handed it to Crowley. The paper had a series of measurements including overall length, diameter, and lengths and widths of various parts.
"Those were all taken from her intact arm. Depending on the level of craftsmanship they could very well all be wrong. We're kind of hoping your... Er... Rapport with some of the black marketeers we have in custody will help extract some answers."
Officer Long was still dealing with a nosy civilian, and so he waved Crowley back to where Scarver was directing the medical attention to the victim. She had had mercury applied to her stump, and her breathing was more regular. Her whole arm and her legs were elevated on the stretcher as a pair of emergency workers lifted her up to take her to the floating ambulance that was parked on the street.
"Crowley, good," Scarver began, taking a note pad from his gray uniform pocket. "Young woman was attacked," he was rattling off, "We have no identity as of yet. Her arm was removed from the elbow. Safe assumption is she had a Technomancy arm, and was beset by a scavver. If that's the case, it'll show up in the black market, hence us calling you. She is alive, but not conscious. We hope she recovers soon, she might be able to give us a description.
"In the mean time we have approximate measurements for her arm, to help find it if it surfaces," he tore a piece of paper from the notepad and handed it to Crowley. The paper had a series of measurements including overall length, diameter, and lengths and widths of various parts.
"Those were all taken from her intact arm. Depending on the level of craftsmanship they could very well all be wrong. We're kind of hoping your... Er... Rapport with some of the black marketeers we have in custody will help extract some answers."
Since I am the GM and the RP relies heavily on me I wanted to give you an idea of my schedule.
Monday, Tuesday, and Friday I am least likely to post(doesn't mean it won't happen, but don't look for it). Every other Saturday I am similarly occupied. On the other days, expect my updates either early, or after six pm EST.
I have class Tuesday through Friday, and every other Monday and every other Saturday. My wife is off Mondays and Tuesday's, so on my off Mondays I usually still won't post, and Tuesday nights is the same. Friday my wife works a morning shift so we usually spend the evening together.
So that's the basic sort of deal. If I post during the day I'm probably on my phone during a break(as I am right now). I work hard to keep my writing standard up even when on mobile, but it can be hard to look over a post in its entirety until after I've submitted, so don't judge too harshly if there's some egregious error.
So, if you don't see me for a little bit, bear in mind what day it is, I am still around.
I'm about to go read your post, Yoru. So even if I don't post to move things forward immediately, know that I have seen it.
One last note for everyone: I know I and most everyone else have been making decently sized, multi paragraph posts, but if your character is interacting with another player's, feel free to make the posts shorter. Give each other time to react to any major action or pronouncement.
If there's to be a long scene between just two players, consider collaborating on a single post through PM so you don't flood the IC page.
Monday, Tuesday, and Friday I am least likely to post(doesn't mean it won't happen, but don't look for it). Every other Saturday I am similarly occupied. On the other days, expect my updates either early, or after six pm EST.
I have class Tuesday through Friday, and every other Monday and every other Saturday. My wife is off Mondays and Tuesday's, so on my off Mondays I usually still won't post, and Tuesday nights is the same. Friday my wife works a morning shift so we usually spend the evening together.
So that's the basic sort of deal. If I post during the day I'm probably on my phone during a break(as I am right now). I work hard to keep my writing standard up even when on mobile, but it can be hard to look over a post in its entirety until after I've submitted, so don't judge too harshly if there's some egregious error.
So, if you don't see me for a little bit, bear in mind what day it is, I am still around.
I'm about to go read your post, Yoru. So even if I don't post to move things forward immediately, know that I have seen it.
One last note for everyone: I know I and most everyone else have been making decently sized, multi paragraph posts, but if your character is interacting with another player's, feel free to make the posts shorter. Give each other time to react to any major action or pronouncement.
If there's to be a long scene between just two players, consider collaborating on a single post through PM so you don't flood the IC page.
Duncan had long since left him alone, and Gideon was engrossed in his sculpting, the large part of his anger having ebbed away in his work's absorbing him. He would present this one, a more striking visage than the Queen's original, with a smaller nose and shorter forehead, and a more defined chin. They were all subtle changes, but they added up to a more attractive bust. If she approved this one, it would be used to make a plaster mould, which in turn would be used to make the Queen's new silver face.
Gideon didn't hear the original knock on the door, and instead heard a repeated chime from a copper hemisphere sitting on a table near the door. It was a simple device, more magic than artifice. It detected the sound of his door's knocker from his apartment across the way, and alerted him with a chime. Sometimes it picked up more vigorous knocks from elsewhere in the nearby buildings, and it went crazy when it hailed outside, but all in all it was a serviceable device, considering its simplicity.
He crossed the enclosed footbridge from his floating workshop to his apartment. His living space seemed starkly furnished and decorated after the downright clutter of his workshop. The contrast showed where Gideon spent most of his time.
He opened the door, didn't immediately see the knocker below his line of sight, and was moving to close it again when he finally spotted little Felix.
"Ha! Felix," he smiled fondly at the boy(or whatever he could properly be called), "You should get a taller hat, I almost didn't see you. Come in," he waved Felix through the door and closed it. "What can I do for you?"
Gideon didn't hear the original knock on the door, and instead heard a repeated chime from a copper hemisphere sitting on a table near the door. It was a simple device, more magic than artifice. It detected the sound of his door's knocker from his apartment across the way, and alerted him with a chime. Sometimes it picked up more vigorous knocks from elsewhere in the nearby buildings, and it went crazy when it hailed outside, but all in all it was a serviceable device, considering its simplicity.
He crossed the enclosed footbridge from his floating workshop to his apartment. His living space seemed starkly furnished and decorated after the downright clutter of his workshop. The contrast showed where Gideon spent most of his time.
He opened the door, didn't immediately see the knocker below his line of sight, and was moving to close it again when he finally spotted little Felix.
"Ha! Felix," he smiled fondly at the boy(or whatever he could properly be called), "You should get a taller hat, I almost didn't see you. Come in," he waved Felix through the door and closed it. "What can I do for you?"
Oh, and you can actually feel free to write Felix up o when he knocks on Gideom's door. He lives in the penthouse apartment of a building near the center of the Inner Circle, next to the tower that is the Allistair estate.
The whole RP is that but with cyborgs.
A bump for anyone who didn't see.
@Jinxer I've tried it before but never had much interest :/
Automata Corps Officer Second Degree Marvin Long(AKA "Marv")
Officer Long turned to look witheringly at the bar woman. Or, that's what he meant to do. His standard issue face was completely incapable of showing emotion, and the look he wanted to give came out as a blank stare.
"Ma'am, we are working to keep the peace, not to ensure the success of your business. As it happens, the victim here is not dead, and our main priority is to keep her alive."
He almost wished it wasn't so. He didn't know who the young woman was, but he knew that if she lived she would want her Technomancy arm back, and would be a bureaucratic nightmare until she got it.
"And our second priority is catching the perpetrator. I'm going to have to ask you to go back inside."
Officer Long turned to look witheringly at the bar woman. Or, that's what he meant to do. His standard issue face was completely incapable of showing emotion, and the look he wanted to give came out as a blank stare.
"Ma'am, we are working to keep the peace, not to ensure the success of your business. As it happens, the victim here is not dead, and our main priority is to keep her alive."
He almost wished it wasn't so. He didn't know who the young woman was, but he knew that if she lived she would want her Technomancy arm back, and would be a bureaucratic nightmare until she got it.
"And our second priority is catching the perpetrator. I'm going to have to ask you to go back inside."
I should have said in here but: if you've been given my approval, you are free to post IC. If you have any questions, or need some help deciding where to start, don't hesitate to ask.
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