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hey can i be a guild mod
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hey can i be a guild mod
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new name, same piss poor time management
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if you have a "craving", write a story on your own, that way when you inevitably lose interest and quit you're only wasting your own time
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Post is up, as promised :D

and i finally got to use the lego universe theme for something

just so I have a good head count...
@caits@Chromane@Atrophy@Skepic

You're all still here, correct?

EDIT: I have a friend who might be interested, so I'm going to hold off on the interest check for a bit

The Aircraft, Far above the sea-level
They were in the air. It was incredible. Of course, Ed had flown back on the Isles: anyone who wanted to go anywhere flew. Sure there were automobiles, but getting between the Isles required more than an automobile had been able to provide. Although at one point Edward was pretty sure someone had strapped a turbojet engine to a car to try and bridge the gap between Dover and Ventui. Needless to say, that story had not had a happy ending.

Yet despite all his experience with flight, this was an entirely new experience. Below them was the sea itself, not floating islands, and certainly not horrifyingly powerful storm clouds. This was true flight. He laughed with a sudden vigor, thrilled to realize that against all odds, they had made it out of the storms, and now they were well and truly underway.

Constance screeched something from the backseat, but the whirring of the propellers and the rush of wind drowned her out. Even with the communications systems in action, her voice had been so panicked as to be totally muddled by the static. "Sorry, Constance!" he laughed, pointing to his ear with a shrug. "Can't hear a word you're saying!" He turned back to the front and raised his camera, clicking another shot of the sky and water. Naturally he'd have to develop the film later, but he knew how to take a good picture. At least in theory.

A crackle in their headsets caught Ed by surprise. "Cap'n Conway here. What's the status up there, Atlas One? Over."

Ed fumbled with his headset for a moment before figuring out how it work. "Uh...Atlas One here. It's incredible," he said. "I think we're still rising." As if in protest to his assumption, there was a sudden loud noise added to the cacophony around them. When Ed turned in his seat he saw the helicopter blades of the aircraft actually were rotating in place, slowly swerving from upright to forward-facing. With the change in position came a change in acceleration: Ed felt the aircraft gaining speed, and he quickly contacted the Garrloch again. "Scratch that, we're uh...moving forward. I don't really know the proper way to communicate through radio, but we've just begun acceleration. So far things seem to be holding up."

"Great. Ya might be interested ta know that the direction we're goin' is uncharted as of yet. Yer all goin' much faster than the ship, so keep an eye out, an' keep in touch. Garrloch out."

The radio went silent again, and for a short while they flew without words. Ed took pictures as they flew, but he already had so many great ones, and there was no way he could really improve the shots. This was as good as it would get for now. "Uncharted territory," he mumbled. This was part of the world that no one else had ever seen these places before.

After about a half an hour, Ed raised his camera again, absent mindedly taking a snapshot of a blurry mass on the horizon. "That'll make a good spread," he mumbled. Then the realization struck him. "Krauss!" he shouted, lurching forward in his seat. "That way!" he pointed briefly at where he had seen the blur. Then he dove into his bag and pulled out the telescope that everyone at the Winged Gazette had called him crazy for bringing. "Am I crazy now?" he laughed, pulling open the little tube with a clatter of excitement.

It was land! There was no mistaking it. As they continued onward, it became more and more certain. What had at first been a blur was resolved into rolling hills of green, and a golden beach which looked a lot like Lake Marum's, only larger, cleaner, and totally untouched by anyone from the UI. "Land Ho!" he said, and then instantly felt like a total fool. "Krauss, tell the Garrloch! This is it, this is why we left the Isles!" He felt like his face was going to burst from excitement.

"Can we land down there, Krauss? Imagine what we might find." He turned back to Constance with a grin on his face. "See that, Constance! We've done it!"

Sickbay, Starboard
Officer Raoul's irritation melted away when Armas entered the room. "Oh, of course. Yes, yes, right this way. Luna, would you be able to take care of this man's injury? I'll take...Sigrun, was it?" He pointed at the other woman. "She and I will begin prepping the backup sickbay for use. I'm sorry to make you do this without anyone else around, but after that stint with the Ring, we're pretty booked all over the ship. Lots of little injuries. Sailors are such babies sometimes, honestly."

The PA system sparked to life again, and Officer Raoul jumped in surprise. "Plummet! I hate that thing."

Attention all crew. All crew, listen up. We've got land. Uncharted land, about five hours west. Make sure yer affairs on the ship are in order: we'll be campin' on solid ground tonight, God willin', but there's still plenty left to do on the Garrloch.

Raoul's face went pale at the announcement. "God be kind," he whispered, before snapping back to attention. "You heard the captain. Luna, would you be willing to keep tidying up here? You can help her once you're patched up," he said to the new man. "As long as you can walk, of course." He clicked his fingers at Sigrun who, after a moment of hesitation and a glare at the two sleeping patients, followed the chief medical officer out of the room and down the hall. "Let's get this ship spic and span!"
HELLO EVERYONE

I've been busy as hell these past couple days. I had a thermodynamics exam that I studied my ass off for and lots of homework too.

I will be posting sometime this weekend, and putting out the word that we're recruiting. Sorry for the radio silence
So...I'm sorry, all, but I'm definitely going to have to back out. I had the entire day today to work on this post, but I didn't. I apologize for that, but it's also shown me where my priorities are. I spent the day inventing excuses not to do this, and that has to mean something. I have to wake up and head to work in a few hours so I'm officially bowing out. Thanks for all the fun, and I deeply apologize. My head and heart just aren't in this anymore, and I mean roleplaying in general.


Well, I wish you the best in your life at large. Take care of yourself and your new career, and let me know if you're ever coming back

Thanks for all the fish.

I suppose this would be a good time to put out the word for someone new, lol
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What if the name was intentionally kept vague? With everyone occasionally referring to it by a different name? XD


I feel like that would be pretty complicated and not really a reasonable thing to do, yanno
Yay you guys are great

I just want to make sure nobody died or anything
People people come on now, we're very close to the real fun
No no, you can have a radio call sign, not the name of the aircraft. I'm thinking as far as names go, it could be called the "Covetor" or something.


What about Condor? That's the first name that came to my head.
So, the bird is called the Atlas One?
@Mercenary Lord

As do I. But finding them sans romance in 1x1 is quite the task.


They generally take a lot of effort on both sides to make work. I feel like a romance story is easy because you just figure out how to get the characters together. Dunno, I'm a little out of it today
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