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Sorry ive lost a bit of track of the posting, are the new arrivals getting off the train now?


Yes. The Alvarez post sets that up, end of page 1.



“I’m not afraid of the police. But you? I might make an... exception. Do you have to go to a specialist store to fit into those pants? That can’t be cheap.”




The imp’s wide smirk dropped into a scowl.

Mumbo?! You beckon that wand-toting nothing as my superior?! To the all-powerful Mxyzpltk? How dare you! You miserable second rate Batman clone!”

A loud gravely sigh left the orange suit-bearing being. “Okay, I get it. Funny funny funny! The game is yet to make sense, so we’ll see how speedy you lot come to a conclusion with no hints to the objective! Enjoy the game, my fellows!”

There was a flash of inter-dimensional energy and Mxyzpltk had disappeared faster than he had debuted to the trinity of archers. This was particularly frustrating to the Oliver Queen that was designated as “number three” by the magical imp only minutes prior. His “other self” had gone and robbed him of a chance to understand what exactly was going on, Mxyzpltk was an insane and eccentric being but he would’ve at least given him half-answers to his questions— though they would probably be accompanied by clownish giggles and keks instead of the full understanding he wanted. But as far as he was concerned answers muddied with giggles and keks were better than no answers at all.

“Great. You went and spooked him. Good job, clown town.” He sighed, a little irritably but not aggressively.

As he shot out the comment he thought back to the comment. He made a pun about his sister? Was Emiko in danger or was the egotistical imp just playing mind games with him? A chill ran down his spine as he looked over the other two versions of who he was— trying to gather a clue about them from their mannerisms, dialogue, and cues.



ALVAREZ
DEPOT STATION, NEW ANCHORAGE
AROUND NOON




“URTU-07.” The voice of Matthew Alvarez could barely be heard over the sound of screeching metal and hot steam as the tram finally had arrived at New Anchorage’s operational base.

After Graham had asked him about reconfirmation about the time, Matthew had decided to prepare for the greeting as it was a great deal of his job as operations administrator to do so. Truth be told, while he preferred Graham’s direction compared to how Sophia handled things there wasn’t much of a difference in terms of adding new pilots to the operation’s roster. He had done it when Stein Kalfox was incorporated and here he was doing it with the new recruits that came in for their application. Then again, half-a-dozen pilots would take tasking more thoughts than one or two. But he had tasked mundane non-NC pilots in greater amount, so he figured this wouldn’t result in much difficulty. He stood there with datapad in hand, as he adjusted the glasses.

As he awaited the doors to open and the New Anchorage passengers to exit, he waved one of the depot coordinators over. His tone was flat and quiet, but somehow through all of the racket he was audible. “Ms. Pryde.”

“Yes, operations administrator?”

“I want the transport units working fast and efficiently— each NC should be in the NC hangar before Graham steps foot in there. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I’m on it.”

If there was one thing Sophia abandoning New Anchorage did it was increase its efficiency— one of the central reasons Matthew was quite favorable towards Graham’s organizational overhaul. Though, there were many differences of opinion about Graham as soon as he showed up and started “barking” even though Matthew disagreed that the barking was unwarranted. He thought back to the complaints that the Head of NC Analysis before James Lofgren was spouting likening Graham as a “despot”, “corporate wolverine”, and “psychopath”. Matthew had been more than happy to give him his official dismissal. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the first one to share discontent with Graham out of addled paranoia and a lot of the operation took a bit of a hit for it. Infantile emotions had no business of existing when there was a job to do. But New Anchorage recovered from it and was all the better for it. Good riddance.

Ending his thought, he nodded as his hands waved her off, “Good. Go.”

Matthew flipped through the datapad with a pen as he looked over the dossiers he had compiled, though he did so briefly. While he remember the information in his memory he still was helpful to look it over. He was good with information and knowledge… less so with faces. His datapen stopped on a name and face he recognized more than the rest— John Strange or rather as some of the other pilots knew him as, Jingo. It was good to have a familiar proven pilot returning back to New Anchorage. Unlike the rest of the motley crew of pilots, Graham probably wouldn’t require him to go through the introductory process; it would be pretty simply to renegotiate his contract.

He moved his attention to the time in the corner of the datapad. 12:06.

Any minute now.
I do need to flesh out the base NPCs anyway!
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Want a CS or how would you like them?


Send whatever details you want to send me in PM. I will use it appropriately. Hangar needs more NC technicians anyway.
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Thank you! If you need any details I'd be happy to give them.


Do send them!
@Gowi In the old RP, there were two NPCs that I made that were the mechanics for The Wessex, do you think they can still be there? I can even make character sheets for them too if you want.


They are probably still about in the hangar, yeah.
So, this is coming up and this largely my fault. But assumptions are being made of the setting due to LHG’s long-running IRC continuity. But let me be clear here— this is NOT that. In many ways this continuity we have here is an alternate variation and lore should not be presumed. I should’ve worked harder on the infodump (which I will rectify) but this is me nipping this in the bud.

The correct term for the internet of the 27th century that I will be using is the Hypernet.

Pilots on the tram unless they have long-standing histories or information do NOT have elaborate dossiers of their to-be comrades. It is like going to a business interview blind; the only thing they know about the New Anchorage cab is that it has pilots who are going for the job as well as other individuals going to New Anchorage on their own business (like Ingram).

If I have not elaborated enough on the adapted setting please let me know.
I suggest slowing down and working on pacing, @Letter Bee, and not over interacting with other players before you completed your interaction with me. You we're the one after all that wanted our two characters to interact and now you wanna jump the gun for a second interaction with others?

I can very easily leave the conversation when your Alex and go off to collab elsewhere, but that could end up meaning I will less likely interact with you in the future as I don't know whether we will have a decent story element to build on or it'll end abruptly for you to just to the next character that seems to be free for interaction.


I’d also like to point out that Nuts lives in Australia so please do not try to box them out by doing too many collabs or at least too many collabs that sort of disallow him from interacting with others due to his schedule. If a collab takes a few days to become a post that’s fine— and always be transparent about collabs in the future! Also, there is nothing wrong with writing short posts and interacting that way instead of just making our posts drawn out collaborations!
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