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What Are You Listening To?

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Not that CJ got all that far from Delton. Still, she can’t be not amused by the circumstances. Had she decided to go inside, she wouldn’t be facing Jack for the first time in years. “Jackie.” she takes a long drag from the cigarette, looking up to the sky and airing it out before looking back at her former classmate, “Wasn’t expecting you to show up, either.” It was almost like she was silenting saying ‘because you bail on everyone and everything in your life’. Jack could probably hear it in her head, like a rattling chain. That was CJ’s intention anyway. Pairing it with her old name for her probably didn’t make the rattle any quieter. CJ didn’t call her JD or Jack or Wilkerson. That had not changed. She finishes her cigarette, tossing it on the ground before stomping it out–all without breaking eye contact. “Turns out, you can actually commit to something.” She turns and walks into the bar without another word. The loud music and the crowd does not bother her. Hanna Whittle screaming across the bar at two of her other former classmates does. She looks over to the table all of her former classmates are sitting at and after downing her drink she decides to head over and give this whole reunion idea a try. “Bumped into Jackie outside. She’ll probably be in soon...” she remarks, volunteering the information, before adding to it after a short pause. “...if she doesn’t dip.” ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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Mass Effect: Harpocrates

Hello, Commander. Welcome to the Harpocrates Initiative. As you know, we have a delicate matter that has caused us some concern in recent weeks that we need handled efficiently and without our names all over it. The Exo-Geni Corporation does not want the Systems Alliance sanctioning our business nor do we want to escalate the situation. In our business, we are about doing things that sometimes puts us in contention with galactic policies and ordinances. We have to. How else will we catch up to the rest of the galaxy? One of our facilities was hit and our property has been stolen from us. You and the rest of your team must see that it is not compromised and optimistically, returned to our hands. This includes important data. Your predecessors tracked down some information. The people behind this attack are batarian saboteurs. We do not know if they are affiliated with the Hegemony or not. We have, however, isolated their location to Faringor–a planet in the Hades Gamma Cluster. You and your operators will have to continue the trail from there. Your cover is only tangentially related to our corporation. To allow us a room of deniability in any actions you may cause in official capacity you contacted us. Any laws you break we have not ordered you to do so, they have been on your own directive. As far as the company knows, you are one of many mercenary groups looking to get a big payday. If you get caught with your pants down know that the Exo-Geni disavows anything you did in our name and that we have no official connections. Delete this message to protect our and your security. Good luck.

^{❯❯❯ Office of Robert Deeds, ExoGeni Corporation Building - Eden Prime}

“I hope they do better than the previous team.”

Robert Deeds’ voice filled his office as he looked outside of the window that overlooked the landscape of Eden Prime. In his left hand was a cup of coffee as his right buried itself in one of his pockets.

“Well, that’s why we put together a team of specialists. Sir.” a female voice utters in response, calm and respectful, “Don’t want to make the same mistakes.”

He nodded in agreement.

“Though,” she began, “Is there a reason you didn’t tell them that they are holding more than our data hostage?”

“I deemed it best to tell them only the essential information.”

“Right.”

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_{Location: SSV Surrender - Team Quarters}

Chapter 01.01: Boots on the Ground

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“Helm to Barracks. We’re in the shadow of Faringor.” The voice of the helmsman came to life, echoing over the bunks of the cramped living quarters they had been assigned, “Report to the Operations HQ. I’m sure Laine wants to give you the 411.”

Avicia Sancrius, Antelmo Águila-Paiva, and Elerlia T'natis must have thought the Harpocrates gig could’ve fared better when it came to the sleep arrangements they had been given.

At least, all of the ‘thrill’ of waiting for them to arrive at their target destination was over. Since being picked up by the ship on Korlus it had been a long warp from the Eagle Nebula Cluster to the Hades Gamma Cluster. But it is what it was. Now it was finally time to get down to business and that meant heading over to the operations room to get the final bits of information about the job and get geared up. Laine Severn and Marivea Sannis were probably already there. Well, if they weren’t getting some sleep themselves in their personal quarters.

The two that ExoGeni thought had the ability to lead the rest of them to get results.

SCENE DIRECTIONS _________________________________________________________ ■ Go over mission plans as directed by your CO. ■ Introduce your character. ■ Once armed and ready, report to the helm. ■ Finally, prepare for landing.

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Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

_{Location: Team 78 Campsite - Southern Plateau, Dundas Island}

Chapter #1.77 Did Anyone Like Camping?

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_{Interaction(s): Lucas @Nemaisare}

Previously: Like a Phoenix

Lakisha Howard wasn’t one for hikes. Or camping.

But here she was doing just that. Sitting with a handful of other students as they were trying to get their sleeping situation set. For some reason or another, she didn’t complain; an oddity considering the fact that Lakisha was a talker. She’d do things, but usually there’d be a word in if she felt it was stupid or pointless. It was hard to put a finger on, though she didn’t think much of it.

A large part of that was easily explained in one sentence: she hadn’t really had the time to process it. And by it, it meant the whole university and all of its very esoteric ideas about house assignments, team building disguised as nature retreats, and all of the elements of the school that gave her red flags. But the P.R.C.U. was the best chance she had to have a life after high school. What could she really complain about and not seem like an entitled bitch? As she walked around, arms crossed taking in the scenery that was all she could think about. This was the first time she had been away from Windsor, ever, and she hadn’t been able to have a moment to herself since she arrived. Not for long enough. She tapped her right foot against the ground.

‘Not now.’ she told herself. ‘Plenty of time for that later.’

She took a breath, her eyes moving back to camp where it appeared the food situation was getting handled.

Truthfully, she wasn’t too hungry. Ever since her hype-gene manifested it seemed like the only way she could feel tired was exerting herself, and only by exerting herself did she feel the need to eat more. Comic books depicted speedsters as people who were always hungry, which Kisha realized was basically true. Exerting herself on a run led to her losing energy and the only way to replenish was to rest and eat or rest and sleep. Given she had been stuck hiking, she hadn’t really exerted herself. To feel hungry or tired would require running. It was one of many reasons why she had not slept a wink on the plane flight across the country to get to the island the campus called home. She thought about the tents. Would she get any sleep at all tonight?

Probably not. Not without a run.

She moved back toward the camp, figuring she could eat a little. By the time she reached the collection of personal pizzas she heard another student talk about not eating the ham.

“You a vegan?” she asked, without considering her tone, “Burning?”

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The blonde takes her lighter out of her pocket with her hand closest to the person who asked her for a light, flicking the flame on with a quick ‘click’ and holding it out for them to use. Her response however, is odd, but it is her sense of humor. “...no.” CJ utters in a dry, monotone. She had looked at the person before her. She didn’t recognize who they could be, but they did look close to her age. Chances are that they were part of the reunion event. “What made you come back.” She asks, more of a statement than a question, though it comes from a belief they were one of her ex-classmates, “Place still sucks.” ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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It had been a long time since CJ had been on Route 125. Her butt planted on the seat of a old Indian Scout she found herself almost back within the shadows of her hometown of Delton, Maine. A place she would’ve never guessed she’d ever return to. Even for a high school reunion. Her High School experience, well, it wasn’t one she thought about often. Her pent up angst often led to her making fun of others. Her best friend from elementary school? She was dogmeat on the first day of High School. The queer kid who got sent to camp to ‘fix’ his homosexuality? Made it a big joke when he came back; even asked him if praying the gay away worked. The pretentious overachiever? Called her names and insulted her intelligence every chance she got. CJ may have been a short blonde girl, but for some she was a little devil. Didn’t really regret any of it, either. A sigh leaves her lips as the big ‘Welcome to Delton’ sign greets her in the face. She drives past it. “...Delton.” A mutter, buried underneath the motorcycle’s engine, “I fucking hate this place.” Route 125 eventually turns into Main Street. Every single building she passes feels like a notched memory, one she hasn’t thought about in years. Some of them she doesn’t want to revisit. Most of them, actually. But if she hated this town so much, why did she fill out the form? Why didn’t she just delete the e-mail and move on in her life? It was a question she could not even answer for herself. Maybe she just needed to see what happened to her. If she bet on the right horse. Rub it in. Feel happy for once. Despite everything going her way lately that was one thing CJ had trouble with: being happy. She hadn’t been happy since before the 7th Grade. Sometimes she wished that was not the case. By the time her motorcycle arrives at her destination, there’s a decent amount of traffic. A few vehicles litter the parking lot and there’s a shuffle to get inside P. Johnson’s. Parking face-forward to the door next to an empty spot she stops for a moment, almost like she was taking in the moment. She cuts the engine, removes her helmet, and stuffs her hand in her jacket’s pockets until she retrieves a lighter from the left and a pair of cigarettes on the right. She presses her back against the wall, clenching the cigarette in between her teeth before the nicotine all settles in. One foot is bent back, pressing against the exterior wall. The other, on the ground. She’s not as short as she was in high school and a lot has changed. She must have looked out of it. With black coats of paint covering her fingernails, a t-shirt of some black metal band underneath her leathers, a christian cross around her neck–but only worn ironically, and faded blue-gray jeans, she doesn’t exactly look the part of a reunion guest. For some reunions were a place to look your best, for CJ… she looks like she doesn't have a care in the world. She feels like she’ll go inside when she’s bored of being outside. Besides, she wants this smoke break. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

@BrokenPromise I'll have to do some warm ups throughout the weekend. Been a bit.

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

@BrokenPromise

I'm cancer inkarnate, so Luna. I tend to play either goalie or support-forward.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

Did I mention that Omega Strikers also has cross play? I don't think I did. You can also play as a slime girl or a dude with an amazing pompadour that's voiced by Egoraptor.

There's not a ton of decent game footage given how long the game has been out of Beta, but there is this.

@BrokenPromise

I need to get some practice matches in since everyone is playing it again.