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"La Brea" TV series inspired RP

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"Portal to the Pleistocene": A time travel adventure (open)

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"Portal to the Pleistocene": A time travel adventure (open)

The Crash

The flight as intended

The flight left New York City's JKF International on 6 March 2026 just after 2 pm and was scheduled to land at Seattle-Tacoma International around 8:25 pm. It had passed over Pennsylvania, the southern Great Lakes region, Minnesota, and North Dakota before...

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The flight as it ended

Just about 4 hours into the flight, over what would one day be known as North Dakota, the plane had its strange experience, the temporal portal:

• The crew and passengers experienced sudden and excruciating pain, resulting in a loss of consciousness for a couple to several minutes.
• When the flight crew regained consciousness, they found: that they had lost all communications and navigation signals; they still had control of the plane but only in manual; and they were suffering cascading electrical losses that the pilot feared would eventually cause the plane to fall from the sky.

The pilot decreased altitude and began searching for an airport. Instead, he found no airports, no cities, no highways; there were no indications that Human Beings had ever existed on the land below them.

An unexpected and unexplainable low fuel warning forced the pilot to look for a place to perform an emergency landing. He located a piece of relatively flat prairie and headed for it. Unfortunately, they came in too high; they had to wait to pass over a river, then put it down hard before hitting a low-lying range of mountains. (Traveling northward, they crashed at the red circle.)

Both wings were torn away from the fuselage, but there was no fire. The plane skidded almost 200 yards over rough ground, splitting in two between the passenger section and the tail; the former rolled over onto its side in the midst of a small grove of trees and undergrowth.

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The survivors

Of the initial flight crew of 3, cabin crew of 4, and passenger manifest of 82, there would initially be 50 survivors: 2 pilots, 2 flight attendants, and 66 passengers. (There will be more deaths in the days immediately following the crash I assure you.)

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"Portal to the Pleistocene": A time travel adventure (open)

OOC

"Portal to the Pleistocene"

An Adventure in Time Travel

Map of the RP's location

Premise

A commercial airliner passes through a temporal portal, taking it back in time 15,000 years to the latter part of the Pleistocene epoch. With no airports, radio, GPS guidance, etc., and running low on fuel, the flight crew puts the plane down on the flattest piece of land they can find, in what will one day be known as Western Montana.

The 50 survivors -- 2 pilots, 2 flight attendants, and 46 passengers -- don't know exactly where or when they are, but there are signs of the latter: woolly mammoths and mastodons; sabertooth- and cheetah-like cats; bison that are ten feet tall at the shoulders; and huge birds -- both vultures and birds-of-prey -- with wingspans and body weights three times anything our survivors had known in the 21st century.

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The flight as intended

The flight left New York City's JKF International on 6 March 2026 just after 2 pm and was scheduled to land at Seattle-Tacoma International around 8:25 pm. It had passed over Pennsylvania, the southern Great Lakes region, Minnesota, and North Dakota without incident.

The occupants included 3 pilots, 4 flight attendants, and 82 passengers.

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The flight as it ended

4 hours into the flight, over what would one day be known as North Dakota, the plane had its strange experience, the temporal portal:

• The crew and passengers experienced sudden and excruciating pain, resulting in a loss of consciousness for a couple to several minutes.
• When the flight crew regained consciousness, they found that:
  
  • They had lost all communications and navigation signals.
  • They still had control of the plane but only in manual.
  • And cascading electrical losses threatened to cause the plane to eventually fall from the sky.

The flight crew took action:

• They decreased altitude and began searching for an airport.
• What they found was nothing! There was no sign of airports, cities, highways; there were no indications that Human Beings had ever existed on the land below them.
• A low fuel warning forced the pilot to look for a place to perform an emergency landing.
• He located a piece of relatively flat prairie and headed for it.
• Coming in too high, he was forced to put the plane down between a modestly sized river and a short but threatening mountain range. (Traveling northward, they crashed at the red circle.)

The damage was extensive but not as bad as it could have been:

• Both wings were torn away from the fuselage, but there was no fire.
• The plane skidded almost 200 yards over rough ground, splitting in two between the passenger section and the tail.
• The passenger section/cockpit rolled over onto its side in the midst of a small grove of trees and undergrowth.

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The survivors

Initially, the plane had a flight crew of 3, cabin crew of 4, and passenger manifest of 82.

There would initially be 50 survivors: 2 pilots, 2 flight attendants, and 66 passengers. (There will be more deaths in the days immediately following the crash I assure you.)

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PLEASE

Do not post to this thread until the RP is ready.
You will know when it is ready one of two ways:
First, if you have PM'd me to join,
I will alert you personally.
Second, I will post that the RP is ready
in the Seeking Writers Thread

"La Brea" TV series inspired RP

oh sick so basically we're in the most dangerous place at the most dangerous time. my next question was going to be about the presence of ancient man so that solves it. I could definitely be interested in this. what are the odds I could play a family of 3 people?

@JFK

Definitely! It would be great to have some families as well as couples and singles.

I'm going to try to get the OOC, IC, and Character Profile sheet up tonight (the next 12 hours).

Some of my characters will include:

The Pilot, who will attempt to maintain some sort of control, despite being injured. We might have a power struggle, but in the end, my character needs to have some sense of control initially since I am the Host, but this can change.

A sort of low life drug smuggler who initially will only think of himself but who will soon begin to think of others.

An outdoorsy type who will help with survival ideas.

And a couple of secondary characters who will simply be lost in this new world. Maybe a stock broker or an influencer or a software designer.

If you have character ideas, feel free to present them here

"La Brea" TV series inspired RP

“Facts” upon which our RP will be based:

• Our time frame is approximately 12,000 BC.
• Ice-free corridors have opened between Asia and Montana, the location of our RP.
• Large mammals are moving between the continents of Asia and North America.
• Humans have followed big game animals from Asia into North America. They are about 2-5 years from reaching our RP’s location (not that they or we know that).

"La Brea" TV series inspired RP

Could be interesting. I like to be as accurate and realistic as I can feasibly be. Can we get a specific time and place that our characters will end up in?

@JFK

I'd like it to be just as Humans from Asia were moving into Central North America. This gives our Survivors a few years to establish themselves before they meet their first Paleo-Indians.

I need to do some more investigation about Montana in particular, which is where I would like our story to take place. But what I know now is that our story would likely take place around 14,000-12,000 BC.

This might change a bit. I'm still researching the Pleistocene and Montana to get specifics for accuracy.

Our time period would mean that certain large now-extinct animals would have still been alive in North America.

They would have included but would not have been limited to the following:

Woolly Mammoth (Mammuthus primigenius)

American Mastodon (Mammut americanum)

Columbian Mammoth (Mammuthus columbi)

Giant Short-Faced Bear (Arctodus simus) – The largest bear species ever, capable of running at high speeds.

American Lion (Panthera atrox) – larger than the modern African lion.

Dire Wolf (Canis dirus) – A large, powerful wolf species.

Saber-toothed Cat (Smilodon fatalis).

Giant Bison (Bison latifrons) – Much larger than modern bison, weighing several times more.

Ground Sloths (Megalonyx jeffersonii, Paramylodon harlani, Nothrotheriops shastensis) – Large, slow-moving herbivores.

Glyptodonts (Glyptotherium cylindricum) – Armadillo-like armored mammals.

Gomphotheres (Cuvieronius hyodon) – Elephant relatives with spiral tusks.

Ice Age Coyote (Canis latrans orcutti) – A larger, more robust relative of the modern coyote.

American Cheetah (Miracinonyx trumani) – A cheetah-like predator.

Giant Beaver – Beavers up to 2.5 meters long.

These animals thrived in a landscape shaped by retreating glaciers, with vast grasslands, forests, and wetlands. Their extinction began around 10,000 years ago, likely due to a combination of climate change (such as the Younger Dryas cooling event) and human hunting pressure.

Note: I didn't write all of this. I copied it from Wikipedia and edited it down.

I'll investigate each animal more, as well as look up the many other now-extinct animals that might play a part in our story.

"La Brea" TV series inspired RP

Anyone recall the short lived television series "La Brea"? This idea is inspired by that show.

A commercial airplane passes through a time portal, causing it to jump back in time to 10,000 bc or so. Its pilot (written by me) lands the plane with only a few deaths and injuries.

Now it's all about survival, in a place with saber tooth cats, unfamiliar and potentially deadly plants, charging mammoths, and more.

These are the details I have in mind:

• I would like to have 6-12 main characters spread across 3-6 writers.
• I prefer writers who proofread their replies before posting to find and correct errors.
• I don't have a minimum reply length requirement. Just keep the story moving ahead.
• I don't have a minimum posting frequency either. Just don't hold the story up by not replying consistently.
• Do not “God mode” obviously.
• Be polite.

"Home Again" -- Adventures in an Ancient Land of Magic, Monsters, and Mysteries

Map of the Known World

“He got her!” Chloe called out excitedly. She pointed into the darkness and rain. “There! There!”

Killian followed the pointing finger of the 2nd of 5 Humans aboard. He couldn't see what she was seeing initially. The storm was so fierce. Its rain masked everything beyond a few dozen yards.

Then, suddenly, the Raptor came into view. Killian could see that Poe was struggling against the winds and pounding rain, despite being as large and powerful as he was in that form.

"Tacking! Tacking!" Killian hollered as loudly as he could. "All heads down!"

The boat's occupants included only two people with sailing experience: Killian himself and Chloe. He'd had to teach the other 11 passengers about keeping their heads down when the boat was tacking to alter course.

He saw most of them lower down into the hull. Some didn't. Even louder Killian called, "Tacking! Tacking! Watch the boom!"

Now, anyone aft of the mast and in the boom's potential swinging path dropped. Killian looked to the Dwarf, asking, "Ready?"

Horath nodded as he doubled his efforts to control the sail. Early in the storm, some very important rigging had snapped or seized. Poe had transformed into the Raptor to check their route from above. That had left only one person strong enough to control the sails in such powerful winds: the Dwarf.

Killian swung the rudder, turning the boat in a sudden 90 degree turn to port. He wanted the sail on the opposite side of the hull from Poe when he flew in with the little Pixie.

The boat had been listing 40 degrees to starboard in the wind. Now, it suddenly listed over to a similar degree to port. Throughout the boat's shell, passengers and gear rolled, slid, or turned over to the other side of the boat. There were calls of surprise and even of fear. But no one fell out, and no one was injured. That was good enough for Killian.

The Raptor successfully fought to reach the boat. Killian could finally see Kiki in Poe's talons.

The Raptor hovered over Chloe and dropped Kiki into her arms. The Pixie called out, “I'm okay. I'm not hurt. Poe caught me. I didn't hit the water.”

Chloe wrapped the Pixie, and Killian called out another tacking warning. He had to get the bow back into the waves or they'd be swamped. He shared his attention between the flapping sails, the groaning mast, and the transforming Changeling. Killian was as amazed at Poe's ability as was any of the others. He wasn't as amazed by the man's big cock as, say, Chloe was. But then he didn't want to have it ramming in and out of him either.

As Poe finished and Kiki was settled back into her hiding place, Chloe called to Killian, “Are we going to survive this?”

"Yes!" he answered without hesitation. He was, of course, wishing hopefully. The boat had a good foot of water splashing back and forth in it. The storm wasn't even halfway through yet. And the main sail was showing signs of imminent tearing and destruction.

But then Poe, back in his Humanoid form, called out, "North-by-northeast, now! Right now!"

Killian looked to him, asking, "What? The Mouth of the Western Yall is--"

"No! Now!" Poe again called out. He was dressed in his trousers and unbuttoned shirt by now. He hurried to the stern, taking the tiller forcefully from Killian. "We have to turn now! To avoid the reefs!"

Poe started pulling the tiller to turn the boat. Killian, trusting the man, called out again, "Tacking! Tacking again, to port once more!"

The boat turned and, again, tilted dramatically to the other side. Killian pushed through the others to get to the bow. He began searching the waters ahead. And just like Poe had seen from on high, there were reefs on either side.

He directed Poe through the dangers. An hour later, they were clear. Then, as if the Gods were felt sympathy for the boat's occupants, the wind suddenly died down.

"Home Again" -- Adventures in an Ancient Land of Magic, Monsters, and Mysteries

Map of the Known World

The Raptor snatched Kiki out of the air, careful not to sink its talons into her tender flesh. The bird was huge compared to the Pixie's height of less than 3 feet; each of its wings alone were more than 5 feet from body to feather tip.

It peeked down at the little thing as it fought the powerful wind. Her initial fear, from both the storm and the sudden capture, faded quickly, though, as she realized just what -- or who -- had hold of her.

The Raptor had only barely heard the cries of terror over the storm. It had never heard the cries from this particular source. But considering the situation and location -- a gale off the southern coast of the Known World -- whatever or whoever the source of the panic and fear must have come from the boat below.

The Raptor had been circling over the vessel looking for dangers: reefs, shoals, or massive and dangerous swells. It had been fighting the wind to remain in position. Now, though, it lifted its head and left wing at the sound, catching that wind and instantly changing direction and shooting off into the darkness.

Now, the Raptor and Kiki held onto the other as the former once again fought the wind to get the latter back to safety. It took several minutes to reach the boat again. The big bird released the little Pixie into the hands of her fellow travelers before settling down in the bottom of the boat.

The others cleared some space because they knew what was about to happen. Over the next dozen seconds or so, the Raptor transformed into...

Poe the Changeling
"Shapeshifter"
Unknown age.
His normal form: Humanoid

• 6'4", solidly built.
• A wild mass of hair on his head and beard. His chest is bare, but he has a triangular-shaped patch of hair that begins between his shoulder blades and ends just above his butt cheeks; it narrows to a point at its lowest rech. He has no pubic hair.
• Reddish-brown eyes.
• He has a Human looking cock in this form that is very impressive in length and girth. I don't think it's necessary to give it numbers; if he wishes, he can transform it to a smaller or larger size to suit his lover. (Wouldn't that be nice, Guys?)

The Changing, as he called it, was one of great pain. Poe held back his desire to scream out at the agony. He didn't want to frighten the others, most of whom were already dealing with the fear of drowning so close to home.

Poe was still assuming his normal Humanoid form as one of the others was gathering his clothes from where they'd been stuffed away from the wind. Poe normally stripped before The Changing. Not doing so often led to his clothes being damaged in one way or another. Of course, that didn't always happen; when he became the Serpent, for example, he simply slithered out of his wardrobe.

The process wasn't simply about changing shape, though. Poe's senses were hazy another dozen seconds or so after he'd completed The Changing. He simply laid there in the several inches of splashing sea water as his consciousness returned.

Poe would have been vulnerable under other circumstances. During this moment, he had no way of protecting himself against dangers surrounding him. But he was among friends here. Hazy mind or not, he knew he could trust these people.

That didn't prevent him from feeling a bit self-conscious, though. For the time of The Changing, he was naked. In the company of females. No, they weren't of his kind, of course. But they were humanoid-shaped, like him. Believe it or not, the big man was shy.

Poe's mind finally returned to him fully. He found his private area covered by his trousers. Shyly, he turned to hide his manhood as best he could while saying over the wind, "Thank you."

Then, his brain remembered what had just happened. He whipped his head from one side to the other, looking for the Pixie. Finding Kiki, he asked with obvious concern, "Are you okay? Did I harm you?"

Another effect of The Changing was that Poe didn't fully retain the thinking processes that he had in human form. As the Raptor, his thinking moved toward that of an eagle; as the Serpent, it did the same toward that of a snake.

Changing into a form that wasn't relatively equivalent in mass had even more significant effects on Poe's ability to think like a Human. He's once found it necessary to change into a small dog to escape an equally small space. He'd nearly lost his ability to think beyond the mentality of a dog.

In fact, he'd remained a dog for almost two months, becoming feral, scrounging for food scraps, humping every bitch he'd found in heat. Miraculously, Dog-Poe had come across a friend whose presence had affected him. He transformed after just a few minutes of loving play.