Hylozoist

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

First up, I'm really sorry that we've lost you @Hank - things have been a bit hectic posting wise, and my post about not wanting folks to get left behind was a few days too late. It just goes to show that there's quite a lot to running a game, and it was remiss of me not to think about that sort of thing earlier (especially as I had to drop out of a game recently due to the speed at which it was going!).

On the "Meanwhile!" suggestion, consider it open. I'm not sure where to put them; it might end up cluttering the IC a little too much, it'd probably get lost in the OOC section. For now, the IC will probably be the best place for them, and I'll make a post in the Characters tab that links to them, and that'll hopefully keep them organised. In order to keep it clear what's what, if you're going to post a "Meanwhile!", put it in it's own post, and behind a hider labelled "Meanwhile!".

Anything you write in these may end up getting used at a later date in the game. Fair warning!

Finally, I shall try and get an IC post up later on today. There's quite a lot to consider here. Diplomacy, pulling out weapons, pointed eating and attack wrenches. Goodness.

The Guild of Heroes, Villains, and everything in between: A multiverse guild roleplay.

Hope we get a few more people for this. I'm rather eager to start.

@Hostile

Should we resort to kidnapping people from other threads? I'm only asking because I care!

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

Ooooh, conflict. I wonder how this will resolve. Good luck everyone.

@Fancy Party

It's fine, The Will is going to use diplomacy, so there'll be no trouble whatso-

What even is a Flowjink?

The Will

Ah.

Well, I'd like to keep this scene moving along at a fair old pace, and so will be aiming for a post at around the same time (11am-ish GMT) for the rest of this week at least, providing other folks are posting too. I don't want to leave people behind if I can help it in terms of posting though - if you're struggling to keep up, let me know. Obvious options include asking people to post once a day or so, or maybe come up with some kind of posting order, or maybe sort of split people into two groups for a posting order, or something a bit wackier still. After writing the "Meanwhile!" section, I realised that this could be a way of building the world galaxy - so why not let all of us lot write things like this? It could let those of us who love to post multiple times a day do so without having to worry about moving the action along at a pace that is hard for others to follow.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Then he beats the Mugen Virus with his fists and his new found self worth, gets all the ladies (and Quina Quen), Mario change their last name name to the Luigi and finally Luigi rides of into the sunset on the back of the sun goddess while everyone else rides Mudsdale. the end, the song 'we are number one but every 'we are number one' is replaced with https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhZ6zKuZFY0' plays over the credits.

@DracoLunaris

10/10 - IGN.

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

Okay, two double posts here, which I'm fairly sure is a breach of some rule or other. The Meanwhile! post is safe to ignore if you want, it was just a way of explaining a thing (who paid for the meal) and sort of introducing a character that may end up featuring in the game later on (based on the discussions from the Interest Check thread).

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

MEANWHILE!

MEANWHILE...
A brief interlude to meet the self-appointed nemesis of the Quest For Flavour and find out who paid for the meal.

The stone hall is barely lit, and mostly empty. The wind howls outside, lashing snow and kicked up ice against the thick walls. Inside, two people seek shelter from the storm. One is a spindly, insectoid creature, with a black carapace that absorbs what little light there is. It crouches down on three legs, while rows of smaller arms bristling with hairs are folded up to keep warm. It's head is a mess of clicking mandibles, segmented eyes and weird little twitching antennae. The other is a small, fuzzy thing - like a polar bear that had an accident with a shrink ray and decided to walk about on its hind paws to impress passers-by.

"It's just, sir, Doctor, with all due respect, I think there's some, um, points to this plan that don't make sense," the little bear bravely fought her growing sense of unease and the stutter that came with it, "if you could just see fit to run it past me again, maybe, maybe I'll un-un-understand..."

"It is tremendously simple, Cold Front! Even a fresh larvae could grasp it!"

"Yes, I under- I mean, the details, Doctor Frosty, the details, how are we going to p-"

"Tremendously simple! Let me explain it one more time! I set up an account with Henderson's Ribs for the Quest For Flavour," Doctor Frosty clicked his mandibles happily, clearly keen to be given an opportunity to monologue and show off his diabolical plan, "and attach our cred-card to the account! Now whenever they eat at a Henderson's Ribs, I shall know! Our monthly cred-card statement will tell us exactly where they have been! There is no escaping the reach of Doctor Frosty!"

Cold Front (or, as her parents had named her, Tabby) sighed a little. There were problems with this plan, many problems indeed, and one of the most pressing of these was the use of the phrase 'our cred-card'. What Doctor Frosty really meant was her cred-card. This pointed sigh did not do anything to disturb Doctor Frosty's rant, which was really getting into full swing now. It was only a matter of time, Tabby thought, before the puns and bizarre metaphors started.

"While they dine on my generosity, I shall be able to predict their movements! None can surpass the icy intellect of Doctor Frosty! Their own gluttony shall be the harbinger of their downfall! The snow shall settle upon their bones, their bones, I say! The ship will be mine, and the galaxy shall once again shiver at my name! Come, Cold Front! We wait... for the mailman!"

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

Sorry it's taken me a while to get this post up, busy weekend and feeling the after-effects of the aforementioned busy weekend this morning. Normal service, or something passing for normal service, should be resumed over the rest of the day.

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

Save for the speedy work done by Vanessa, very little food was coming out from behind the counter, and some of the other customers were beginning to voice their disdain by politely asking the beleaguered waiter-bots about their food, or loudly commenting about the terrible review they were giving the place on SpaceBook or, in the case of the government-in-exile of the Jolly Junta sat in booth twelve, declaring that they'll annex the whole system if they don't get their ribs soon. These were, of course, idle threats. The military might of the Jolly Junta was eclipsed by the vehicles sitting outside the restaurant, and the number of customers trying to access SpaceBook gummied up the local network.

Guerlaghiix And The Flaughjinks were not too pleased about the lack of service either and, seeing Booth Seven get their food was like waving a red flag to a Henderson's Mega Bull. Dangerous, but also kind of amusing, owing to the lack of coordination endemic to that breed. Guerlaghiix rose from his seat, and kept on rising. He was tall, and spindly with it, as if some cruel genetic engineer had gone out of their way to create the gangliest looking pan-humanoid possible as part of a dare. It had many of the features an alien spotter would associate with a pan-humanoid; two arms, two legs, a slight pot belly to the stomach region and a face that played host to various sensory features. Guerlaghiix had two holes for where eyes ought to go, but only one eye to share between them, as the other was covered up with an oily rag that served, just about, as an eyepatch. His singular eye did, however, allow him to condense two eyes worth of malice and downright grumpiness into one. He was skinny, lacking in muscles and completely unarmed, but he did have a cool leather jacket with a patch on the back that read "Guerlaghiix & The Flowjinks", and that sort of apparel tended to inspire a misplaced confidence in the best, and worst, of people.

"What's this? Queue jumpers, eh," his voice was difficult to hear, on account of how his head was brushing against the high ceiling and, spotting the newsletter, he snorted, sending a fine cloud of mucus and snot into the air above the crew, "and Space Friends too! What're a bunch of..."

Guerlaghiix tried to think of an appropriate insult, but it was quite obvious that no single catchy word could be used to encompass the diverse members of the Quest For Flavour, and it had him momentarily stumped. Impulse control and forward planning were two traits bred out of their species at an early point. This was in part because they were indeed created as something of a joke, a point which made the species even more antagonistic and just a little bit more ridiculous.

"...friends up to? Take my advice, whatever it is, don't bother, me and the boys have it all under control. Since we're all such friends," the manner in which he spat the word out suggested that he didn't exactly consider them friends, or it could simply be an unfortunate speech impediment, it was hard to be certain, "how about I take some of them fries?"

One long arm reached down to take a bowl of sweet potato fries. Guerlaghiix's six long fingers wriggled in anticipation. The restaurant held it's breath, before a technician out back began to beat the air circulatory system with a hammer, cursing the day the manager installed the Dramatic Tension module into the AI that maintained the life support systems.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Quina Quen

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 1
Location: Kingdom of Erion, Raganival Forest
Interactions: @Argetlam350 (Crash)
Mentions: @Holy Soldier (General and Mario), @Lugubrious (Slayer)
Word Count: 324

Even with Quina's very limited understanding of cause and effect, he (or she) had expected there to be some sort of retaliation from the giant man that was barking orders. Once the General seemed to let the whole event slide without punching Mario back, or even saying a word about it, Quina relaxed a little and went back to looking over the food she (or he) had brought along from the castle. The meringue and the crushed banana could surely be salvaged into a passable dessert, the cheese and bread would serve as a-

Then Quina heard Crash's orders, relayed to the team by the mask with feathers arrayed along the top of it. Hurriedly, Quina stuffed her (or his) mouth with all the food that would have otherwise gone into some kind of wretched culinary concoction had Crash given the order to set up camp. There would, Quina considered briefly, be more opportunities to eat. Forests and castles and the like always had things to eat. Watching the Grey Man - the Slayer - begin his march into the unknown, Quina gave a glance over to Crash, trying to work out who to follow. Didn't the Grey Man say something about departing together? Something about lingering unnecessarily?

"Quina stick with Orange and Mask, right? Like bodyguard! Keep Orange and Mask safe until we get to Oswald," Quina began, sidling up such that he (or she) stood adjacent to Crash, with one hand firmly gripped around the massive fork that the Qu preferred to use as a weapon, "then we bop the Oswald. Do not worry Little Orange. Quina help."

Quina attempted to give Crash a reassuring smile. It was not particularly reassuring. Tactics and strategic thinking weren't exactly Quina's strong points, but keeping the Team Leader safe and his morale high felt like the right thing to do for the time being.

"Wonder what an Oswald look like. Wonder what an Oswald taste like too."

The Guild of Heroes, Villains, and everything in between: A multiverse guild roleplay.

I've been here, just waiting on approval or advice on changes to my character sheet before posting in the Characters section.

@Fancy Party

Same here - I am super ready to get things going. Well, perhaps not super ready, on account of me posting this from a tablet, in my pyjamas, prior to going to bed. But after a good eight hours of sleep, I will be back to being super ready.