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Radio Free Metropolis

Good news for everyone involved: we've done some planning on that titanpad. Give it a looksee, and let me know if you like the plot that we're laying out.

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I guess we can kind of go ahead and say that Axel's character is accepted?

Titanpad sounds good.

I guess I can do some GMing, if that's okay with other people? I'll see about linking us all up, or something.

With 5 people (or six if we're counting Various) that's still a good amount.

Would someone want to go through and make a full list of our active characters?

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I suppose he did want us to come up with the world too? If people still want to continue this, I'll make some time for it.

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GM hasn't been on in a few weeks, as far as I can tell. I suddenly got swamped with a ton of IRL stuff. Not sure where it is.

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I'm not sure what I can do. I figured with so many people, it might be better to let some other people put some posts up. If that isn't happening, I'll see about doing something in a bit.

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The amount if chaos in this area is intense.

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Oh, no: FTL is like...the main building is way below the line, but Grant's house/boardroom is up an elevator shaft 10-20 or so stories.

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I'm putting FTL on the 120th-ish floor, if that's all right with you. I want the business to be conducted on lower levels, but the actual headquarters to be higher. That okay?

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I made a landmark, and a couple other things. Yay

EDIT: http://imgur.com/a/Z80Lf

This is an album of a bunch of pictures I have that might fit with the RP's theme. Any good ones?

Radio Free Metropolis

"For the third and final time, Mister Turl, I can't give you any funding for this design. I would love to help you, because it looks like a great idea, but the science behind it doesn't hold up." Grant leaned back on his Technothrone -- that was what he affectionately called his chair at the head of the FTL boardroom. It could call for a drink, control numerous smart screens on the table and above it, and, in times of emergency, fly for three hours with a self contained circuit.

FTL's management facility (FTLH) was several stories about the rest of the compound, surrounded by actual nature. With enough money, you could make anything look like anything else. A floating four acres of soil was supported constantly by FTL-tech, and within this plot of land was the FTLH. It was less of a business building, and more of a comfortable business home. Which it was. Grant spent most of his time there.

The man in front of him was crestfallen, but Grant couldn't give him anything. The device was interesting, to be sure, but it wasn't feasible. "Trust me, Turl: I've learned more about science and engineering than I ever thought possible. It just isn't going to work. Not as it is. If you can fix the cooling issue, then we'll talk. Have an excellent day."

Turl left. Finally. Grant tapped on the technothrone, activating the microphone concealed within. "Sandra, send in Tomas. please."

Tomas was not Turl. Tomas was a backstabbing lowlife who had defaulted on a loan. A massive loan. There was no way he could pay back the debt, and that meant he was no longer useful to Grant. Tomas knew that pleading would be useless. There were no words between the business exec and the poor man. Only stares. Then Grant pressed another key, and clicked on a function with his trackpad.

Tomas was taken away. The execution station powered up. Problem solved.

Grant stood, stepping to the window of his comfortable abode. Only one building rose up above him, the one he wished wouldn't. The Metropolis Over-Council of Intracity Affairs did their business there. MOCIA was his true enemy. But to get to the crown of this poor, misguided city, he had to be ruthless. Ruthless and strong.

He returned to his seat. "Sandra, would you bring me a glass of apple juice?"

Ruthless and strong, but tasteful, that is.