Opposition

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

Phineas Reggingston

Phineas Reggingston
[27] | [Male] | [6'0] | [B+]

General Information

NAME: Phineas Caesar Reggingston

ALIASES // TITLES: "The Showman"

SEX: Male

AGE: 27

APPEARANCE:

Phineas stands at 6 foot with a fairly lean physique. Not scrawny but not overly muscled either. He keeps his neat and trimmed brown hair brushed to the right side, making sure to accentuate his natural curls with a comb. When it isn't tucked under a top hat that is. His skin is clear and teeth are straight and beautiful. Indeed the only thing that could be construed as not normal is his striking pure blue cybernetic eyes.

When in the public eye, Phineas wears a tailor made suit with a black tie and his top hat, making him look like a magician. When with friends or at home, he goes for the more casual and colorful button up shirt with jeans or khakis. He always has a ring or two on his fingers. Years of performing in the dingy and smoke filled theaters of South City have taught him to be prepared, so he always carries a nub nose revolver in the inside pocket of his coat.

OCCUPATION:

Phineas was born to a very rich family in Seattle and had a whole slew of career opportunities to choose from. So of course he went out on his own to be a performer in ragamuffin theaters in the poorer areas of the South City. As some sort of pilgrimage from his comfortable upbringing. Needless to say, Phineas learned a lot about poverty and corruption in this brave new world. For some years he performed before accepting a position to help manage a fairly popular theater in a nicer part of town. But life got boring. Until, a friend and representative of Dexter Campbell's campaign with a prospective position. Press Secretary. That was exactly the kind of change Phineas needed.

CAMPAIGN TEAM POSITION:

Phineas is the Press Secretary for Campbell's campaign. He is the smiling face that pushes out the campaign agenda and ushers Dexter Campbell onto every stage. He sets up interviews, he arranges conferences and regulates release of information about progress of the campaign. He also helps to inform Dexter Campbell of how the atmosphere in the public is. As Phineas likes to describe the position, he is the "ultimate wingman".

Psychological Profile

Extroverted | Charismatic | Passionate | Arrogant | Stubborn | Observant

PERSONAL GOAL:

The change of scenery. As much as Phineas loves theater, his job had become pushing papers at best. This is still pushing papers but its pushing papers with style! Pay isn't bad, but Phineas true benefit (the one he's looking forward to the most) is if Campbell wins, Phineas will have a spot in the new mayor of South City's administration. Not a bad gig, if you ask Phineas.

CAMPAIGN GOAL:

Politics is a lot like acting. You need to know how to work a crowd, how to get them to like you, you need to know the intricacies of the Human social complex. Phineas understands this, in less impressive terms. Its more of a feeling with him. While all that sounds kind of horrible and manipulative, its really how to make people happy. The slums of South City are place devoid of happiness. Phineas thinks Dexter Campbell can change that.

PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY:

Phineas is a people person. Extroverted and loves to be the center of attention, he's in his element when all eyes are on him. But he also likes to see people happy. To see the audience jump, gasp, and laugh is what he lives for. Telling a good story and seeing their eyes light up. To live his life flying into the sky, not come thundering down. The conditions of parts of South City seem like a direct challenge to that philosophy. The crime and misery in South City breaks his heart and he's willing to use the skills and traits he has to try and make it a place where people can feel safe and be happy.

POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY:

Phineas doesn't necessarily identify with any one party. He prefers to endorse choices, not organizations. The safety and general quality of life of the people of South City is what he would like to focus on the most. Things like healthcare, transportation, and security. He of course endorses freedom of speech and expression and the good ol' 2nd amendment. The amount of times a would be mugger with a rusty knife backed down because they had a revolver pointed at them had become too numerous to count. Phineas also desires a sense of community among South City, something that was sorely missing from his privileged upbringing in Seattle. A community that doesn't care about status, money, or power. A community that can trust in their leader.

SECRETS:
His family.

Its no secret that Phineas came from a rich upbringing but he endears the people he meets by treating them as equals and, of course, being his charismatic self. No, what Phineas doesn't want anyone to know, EVER, is how his family got rich.

Phineas comes from a family of international hitmen. In his immediate family, he is the only person to cut off contact with his family and not continue to the family business. There's a reason he's so good with a revolver and it isn't the token South City thug.

FEARS:

Phineas is terrified of his eyes malfunctioning. He was born blind and was blind for the first 12 years of his life before his family had gathered enough money to pay for artificial eyes. He still has nightmares of eternal darkness. He becomes skittish and agitated anytime someone so much as waves their hand too close to his eyes.

REPUTATION:

In many parts of South City, Phineas is seen as a talented performer and involved member in the community. In his position as a manger of the theater, he often hosted events or charities and that goes a long way with the people.

LIKES:

Musicals

Literature

Chimichangas

Classy clothing

Talking to people

DISLIKES:

Overly serious people

Unnecessarily loud vehicles (e.g. jackass who speeds by in his lifted pickup truck)

People who are rigid in their beliefs

QUIRKS:

Phineas is constantly moving. Whether that's walking around, helping himself to someone's end table liquor, or grooving in place to music in his head, the man just can't sit still. Unless he's on camera or doing an interview, somewhere in the public eye. Then every move he makes he makes with a purpose.

Background Information

”Life is too short to spend it unhappy.”

Phineas was born in a wealthy neighborhood in Seattle on April 27th, 2037. He was the second child with an older sister born 3 years before. His parents were also assassins. Now being born blind, Phineas coped with a lot of stuff and the fact that his parents killed people for a living didn't bother him so much. They seemed happy and they still loved him and as a child they never pushed it on him so he never really questioned it.

Until he got his sight. Seeing for the first time after a decade of darkness was...indescribable. Phineas would have cried if his tear ducts hadn't been removed. But with the gift of sight came something Phineas had never experienced. Expectations. See, a blind boy, even the blind child of assassins, isn't expected to do anything. But a boy with sight, especially a boy who is the son of assassins, that changes everything. That's when the cracks started to form. Phineas' parents began to pressure him into the lifestyle of death, something his older sister had willingly accepted and embraced.

But that just...wasn't Phineas. It drove a rift between him and his family. For years, they argued and pushed and pulled about what he would do with his life. Until he just couldn't take it anymore. The day he graduated high school, he left. Jumping in an old '32 Mercedes and driving south with a store of money he had been saving since he was 14. Just enough to get him on his feet. He arrived in South City and immediately got a job waiting tables and taking some community college classes. It was hard but dealing with his family trying to push into becoming a contract killer was 10 times harder. He survived. Eventually he landed a spot with a theater, helping set up stages and eventually acting, becoming one of the main attractions.

Phineas knew his family knew where he was. It was impossible to hide, especially for him. But they never approached him. Rather out of respect for his choice or because they had disowned him, he never knew. After some years he took up a managerial position at a nice theater. Nice pay and comfortable work but god was it dull. Until an old friend approached him about a position in Dexter Campbell's Campaign team.

I think you know the rest.

Operative Information

AUGMENTATIONS:
- Artificial Eyes: Phineas was implanted with cybernetic eyes when he was 10 years old. They have night vision and infrared capabilities as well as allowing him to access information like time, weather, and news.

EQUIPMENT:

- Phineas' tailor made suit
- Phineas' Top Hat
- Phineas' .45 Snub Nose Revolver (Carried in the inside suit jacket pocket)

SKILLS:

- Good Shot: Phineas is a great shot with sidearms. Be it revolver or pistol. Though he prefers a revolver. He feels they have just a touch more class.

- Social Butterfly: Phineas can read and work a crowd at the same time. He has intuition on the feelings and emotions of people and has the skill to respond to those feelings and emotions. Whether it be talking to someone right in front of him or reading political reports on the Labryinth.

FLAWS:

Lust - Phineas being so sociable and very attractive, if he does say so himself, he is often tempted with the flesh. Which he very eagerly accepts. Man or woman, if they so much as flash a wink at him, Phineas is likely to go over and try to make some magic happen. Double points if they come to him. To the point where it can and will affect his work.

Artificial Eyes - Phineas is terrified of losing his eyesight again and if he's placed in a situation where that might happen, he'll do one of two things. Run or pull out his revolver and remove the problem. His charisma tends to go out the window when thinks about being so helpless.

NOTES:

Hope this is still a thing

@The Survivor

Phineas is solid thus far. I think having a press secretary will be interesting considering your close work with S'venia. The only thing I'd ask is that you add more to the history/campaign goal explaining how and why you came into Dexter Campbell's employ at this specific moment in the RP. This is something I'm asking of all new players joining post-prologue. Since Campbell has been brought to near-death, his entire campaign dynamic will change. Other than that, Phineas would be ready to hop in.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

Phineas Reggingston

Phineas Reggingston
[27] | [Male] | [6'0] | [B+]

General Information

NAME: Phineas Caesar Reggingston

ALIASES // TITLES: "The Showman"

SEX: Male

AGE: 27

APPEARANCE:

Phineas stands at 6 foot with a fairly lean physique. Not scrawny but not overly muscled either. He keeps his neat and trimmed brown hair brushed to the right side, making sure to accentuate his natural curls with a comb. When it isn't tucked under a top hat that is. His skin is clear and teeth are straight and beautiful. Indeed the only thing that could be construed as not normal is his striking pure blue cybernetic eyes.

When in the public eye, Phineas wears a tailor made suit with a black tie and his top hat, making him look like a magician. When with friends or at home, he goes for the more casual and colorful button up shirt with jeans or khakis. He always has a ring or two on his fingers. Years of performing in the dingy and smoke filled theaters of South City have taught him to be prepared, so he always carries a nub nose revolver in the inside pocket of his coat.

OCCUPATION:

Phineas was born to a very rich family in Seattle and had a whole slew of career opportunities to choose from. So of course he went out on his own to be a performer in ragamuffin theaters in the poorer areas of the South City. As some sort of pilgrimage from his comfortable upbringing. Needless to say, Phineas learned a lot about poverty and corruption in this brave new world. For some years he performed before accepting a position to help manage a fairly popular theater in a nicer part of town. But life got boring. Until, a friend and representative of Dexter Campbell's campaign with a prospective position. Press Secretary. That was exactly the kind of change Phineas needed.

CAMPAIGN TEAM POSITION:

Phineas is the Press Secretary for Campbell's campaign. He is the smiling face that pushes out the campaign agenda and ushers Dexter Campbell onto every stage. He sets up interviews, he arranges conferences and regulates release of information about progress of the campaign. He also helps to inform Dexter Campbell of how the atmosphere in the public is. As Phineas likes to describe the position, he is the "ultimate wingman".

Psychological Profile

Extroverted | Charismatic | Passionate | Arrogant | Stubborn | Observant

PERSONAL GOAL:

The change of scenery. As much as Phineas loves theater, his job had become pushing papers at best. This is still pushing papers but its pushing papers with style! Pay isn't bad, but Phineas true benefit (the one he's looking forward to the most) is if Campbell wins, Phineas will have a spot in the new mayor of South City's administration. Not a bad gig, if you ask Phineas.

CAMPAIGN GOAL:

Politics is a lot like acting. You need to know how to work a crowd, how to get them to like you, you need to know the intricacies of the Human social complex. Phineas understands this, in less impressive terms. Its more of a feeling with him. While all that sounds kind of horrible and manipulative, its really how to make people happy. The slums of South City are place devoid of happiness. Phineas thinks Dexter Campbell can change that.

PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY:

Phineas is a people person. Extroverted and loves to be the center of attention, he's in his element when all eyes are on him. But he also likes to see people happy. To see the audience jump, gasp, and laugh is what he lives for. Telling a good story and seeing their eyes light up. To live his life flying into the sky, not come thundering down. The conditions of parts of South City seem like a direct challenge to that philosophy. The crime and misery in South City breaks his heart and he's willing to use the skills and traits he has to try and make it a place where people can feel safe and be happy.

POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY:

Phineas doesn't necessarily identify with any one party. He prefers to endorse choices, not organizations. The safety and general quality of life of the people of South City is what he would like to focus on the most. Things like healthcare, transportation, and security. He of course endorses freedom of speech and expression and the good ol' 2nd amendment. The amount of times a would be mugger with a rusty knife backed down because they had a revolver pointed at them had become too numerous to count. Phineas also desires a sense of community among South City, something that was sorely missing from his privileged upbringing in Seattle. A community that doesn't care about status, money, or power. A community that can trust in their leader.

SECRETS:
His family.

Its no secret that Phineas came from a rich upbringing but he endears the people he meets by treating them as equals and, of course, being his charismatic self. No, what Phineas doesn't want anyone to know, EVER, is how his family got rich.

Phineas comes from a family of international hitmen. In his immediate family, he is the only person to cut off contact with his family and not continue to the family business. There's a reason he's so good with a revolver and it isn't the token South City thug.

FEARS:

Phineas is terrified of his eyes malfunctioning. He was born blind and was blind for the first 12 years of his life before his family had gathered enough money to pay for artificial eyes. He still has nightmares of eternal darkness. He becomes skittish and agitated anytime someone so much as waves their hand too close to his eyes.

REPUTATION:

In many parts of South City, Phineas is seen as a talented performer and involved member in the community. In his position as a manger of the theater, he often hosted events or charities and that goes a long way with the people.

LIKES:

Musicals

Literature

Chimichangas

Classy clothing

Talking to people

DISLIKES:

Overly serious people

Unnecessarily loud vehicles (e.g. jackass who speeds by in his lifted pickup truck)

People who are rigid in their beliefs

QUIRKS:

Phineas is constantly moving. Whether that's walking around, helping himself to someone's end table liquor, or grooving in place to music in his head, the man just can't sit still. Unless he's on camera or doing an interview, somewhere in the public eye. Then every move he makes he makes with a purpose.

Background Information

”Life is too short to spend it unhappy.”

Phineas was born in a wealthy neighborhood in Seattle on April 27th, 2037. He was the second child with an older sister born 3 years before. His parents were also assassins. Now being born blind, Phineas coped with a lot of stuff and the fact that his parents killed people for a living didn't bother him so much. They seemed happy and they still loved him and as a child they never pushed it on him so he never really questioned it.

Until he got his sight. Seeing for the first time after a decade of darkness was...indescribable. Phineas would have cried if his tear ducts hadn't been removed. But with the gift of sight came something Phineas had never experienced. Expectations. See, a blind boy, even the blind child of assassins, isn't expected to do anything. But a boy with sight, especially a boy who is the son of assassins, that changes everything. That's when the cracks started to form. Phineas' parents began to pressure him into the lifestyle of death, something his older sister had willingly accepted and embraced.

But that just...wasn't Phineas. It drove a rift between him and his family. For years, they argued and pushed and pulled about what he would do with his life. Until he just couldn't take it anymore. The day he graduated high school, he left. Jumping in an old '32 Mercedes and driving south with a store of money he had been saving since he was 14. Just enough to get him on his feet. He arrived in South City and immediately got a job waiting tables and taking some community college classes. It was hard but dealing with his family trying to push into becoming a contract killer was 10 times harder. He survived. Eventually he landed a spot with a theater, helping set up stages and eventually acting, becoming one of the main attractions.

Phineas knew his family knew where he was. It was impossible to hide, especially for him. But they never approached him. Rather out of respect for his choice or because they had disowned him, he never knew. After some years he took up a managerial position at a nice theater. Nice pay and comfortable work but god was it dull. Until an old friend approached him about a position in Dexter Campbell's Campaign team.

I think you know the rest.

Operative Information

AUGMENTATIONS:
- Artificial Eyes: Phineas was implanted with cybernetic eyes when he was 10 years old. They have night vision and infrared capabilities as well as allowing him to access information like time, weather, and news.

EQUIPMENT:

- Phineas' tailor made suit
- Phineas' Top Hat
- Phineas' .45 Snub Nose Revolver (Carried in the inside suit jacket pocket)

SKILLS:

- Good Shot: Phineas is a great shot with sidearms. Be it revolver or pistol. Though he prefers a revolver. He feels they have just a touch more class.

- Social Butterfly: Phineas can read and work a crowd at the same time. He has intuition on the feelings and emotions of people and has the skill to respond to those feelings and emotions. Whether it be talking to someone right in front of him or reading political reports on the Labryinth.

FLAWS:

Lust - Phineas being so sociable and very attractive, if he does say so himself, he is often tempted with the flesh. Which he very eagerly accepts. Man or woman, if they so much as flash a wink at him, Phineas is likely to go over and try to make some magic happen. Double points if they come to him. To the point where it can and will affect his work.

Artificial Eyes - Phineas is terrified of losing his eyesight again and if he's placed in a situation where that might happen, he'll do one of two things. Run or pull out his revolver and remove the problem. His charisma tends to go out the window when thinks about being so helpless.

NOTES:

Hope this is still a thing

@The Survivor

I'm certainly still here to run things. If we lose too many old characters, than the new arrivals can take up their mantle. I'll get you feedback on the character by tomorrow at the latest.

Alongside that, can I get a check-in from anyone who's still present and planning to continue the RP? That will determine where the IC goes from here.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

Is it possible to jump in? I know that might be tough considering the arc of the story, but figured I'd ask anyways

@Inuyasha

We're still open to applications until all the loose ends are tied up in the two current scenes.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

Okay, [𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕪 & 𝔻𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪] post is up! Here is where the future is in your hands. You can choose to pursue the machines, or give into Futility. Let me know if you have any questions. The post is a bit short, so I fear I may have been a bit nondescript when it comes to certain occurrences or future options.

In our current state, every player is now welcome to get posts out.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒t 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

𝕆𝕝𝕕 ℝ𝕒𝕚𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕡, ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

ℕ𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟠𝕥𝕙, 𝟚𝟘𝟞𝟜 𝟙𝟡:𝟚𝟘

[𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕪 & 𝔻𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪], 𝔼𝕩𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘....

The echoic concrete walls seemed only to compound the sounds of delirium running rampant from the firefight behind the Old Rail Stop. Between screams, gunfire, and the banging of steel against steel as the kiosks were desperately forced towards the truck's compartment, it was hard to hear one's own thoughts. The sounds, however, were all drown out soon enough by the screech of tires skidding across the smooth and greasy floor of the once occupied station. Mackwell's supercar flew into view just fast enough for it to register in the Knight grunt's head before he found himself smashed by both the vehicle and the voting machine that separated them. It was clear he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon— or ever for that matter. Another point to Mackwell, Cass, and Taryn.

This was the last thing the remaining Knights and worker goons needed, though. With no more working machines outside of the truck, nothing stopped the driver from clambering into the vehicle while the rest of the survivors remained distracted by the gruesome scene that just unfolded before their eyes in real time. "In the truck, now!"

Those few words emanating from the truck was all it took to launch the last remaining grunt into action. The horror on his face from watching his colleague crushed by the weight of the voting machine melted into determination and he abandoned his goal to fight off their attackers. Instead, the man soon joined one of his last living friends in the truck. As Cass combatted the original driver, he took the time in her moment's respite after reaching their luxury car to launch himself into the back of the truck. The sound of its massive engine revving to life was quite the opposite of Monica's smooth thrumming of electrical energy. The machines cylinders huffed and fired sporadically as the truck shifted gears. The wheels grinded to life as the truck jolted backwards in a three point turn.

As the Knight in the back clung to the truck's walls for dear life, he threw his other arm up to grasp at the hatch that kept him in sight of Campbell's campaign team. Their goal was becoming clear. The campaign team had to act quickly, but before they knew it the truck was speeding off. Cass jumped out from behind her cover to respond, but it was clear that she was too late. "Delilah, catch a signal off of it!" Cass's words were drowned out in the physical world by the roaring of the truck's engine as the vehicle shot towards its back alley escape route. Soon enough, though, she realized the Futility of her comment altogether. Her communicator was destroyed, and all lines to Delilah from each of the team members seemed silent. Had something gone wrong?

That was a less urgent question in the grand scheme of things. The crew could do little but watch as the truck began to peel away. They'd have to decide how important the voting machines were, and if they could catch the fleeing vehicle in the roads of the Reclaim...

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

I'm aiming to move scene #2 into its final phase today. After that is sorted out, everyone will have their last chance to continue with their current RP before new scenes arise, new players join, and Futility marches on without them.

Keep me updated on any extraneous concerns. We are on a good path to move forward.

Sᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛs Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs

_{Ordeals and Repeating Patterns...
Who could break the mold?}

Alice hummed a low note as she pondered Augie's words, gaze shooting off into a distant cloud unseen to all outside of her imagination. The whole ordeal of homecoming—the whole ordeal of secrets changing hands and the aftermath thereof— brought something out in her peers. Alice could watch it happen. It had happened before with each prior secret revealed and it was happening now with Rob and his business with Ara. As of yet, Alice was uncertain of her feelings on the matter. It was all so confusing and hectic. She could never understand the rat-race that followed the exchange of secrets. Apparently, there was much more to it than she realized. For now, she could do naught but observe. That was her place.

Alice allowed the momentary silence born between her and Augie to permeate the room for a long while. She couldn't help but ponder the mental archive of those that had been outed with secrets thus far and those who had not. Alice and Augie were on the same side of the paradigm. She had to shake herself from her heavy thoughts as Augie questioned her. Had she appeared nervous? She tried to maintain ignorance to her own mannerisms, but that quickly melted away, and her blank and distant demeanor returned. She caught herself...

"Oh, I'm fine. Just... Not all that interested in the whole scene upstairs. It's a lot to deal with." When Alice had finally finished laying her canvas aside against an obscured shelf, she returned to clean the few supplies that remained out around the art room. It was as though she couldn't stop herself from perpetually continuing her duties even after hours. Perhaps it was more of a nervous thing, though. Alice, once again, wouldn't entirely be cognizant on the matter.

"They'll... Be alright, I think. This repeating process of secrets being traded... I don't think it will bother them forever." Alice maintained her distant trance-like gaze as she spoke, though as she took a long pause once again, her eyes finally flicked to Augie's own. "What do you think?" Alice pulled the canvas before her down from the easel, her mannerisms were nonchalant, though it seemed she was sure to maintain an angle where the subject matter portrayed in paint was obscured to all but her. Alice always was a shy one.

"Of the secrets. Of everything," Alice clarified. Perhaps she was fishing for answers to questions she wasn't entirely sure of. Either way, it seemed by the sincerity of her gaze that Alice's curiosity was genuine, and that was no common factor in conversations with the young artist. "Some may fragment," she repeated before continuing, "But what's it all for? The website... What do you think of it?"

Alice pondered the repeating pattern that seemed to trap Sterling High in a loop. She watched the effects, but none she had met could envision the cause. The whole secret revelations issue was a repeating pattern. The homecoming dance, its processes, and the whirlwind of emotions that followed— a repeating pattern... Her confiding in Augie must have been telling, as her palpable confusion on the matter seemed to show a certain degree of naivety.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

Just a bit of a heads up. I’ve cut my hand so it’s gonna take a while for me to type up my post.

@The Bork Lazer

No worries! I'm rather busy for the next few days, but I believe I'll be moving scene 2 into its final segment by Thursday. Then, you'll have to decide how important these voting machines really are.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

Wowie. Coming back to this site after a very long hiatus. If I were to make a character, how much time would I have to work on them before missing that ideal time frame that you speak of? @Opposition

@BurningCold

There will likely be at least a week or so before the prologue ends altogether, though new scenes will be created along the way. You've got plenty of time to make a character and can be introduced whenever it's finished. The ideal time frame would likely be the next two weeks. Feel free to direct any questions about the process to me either here or through PM.

@Opposition

I'm still trying to work on my post. Just have a bad case of writers block this weekend :(

@MagratheanWhale

I look forward to it. Take your time!

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 [RECRUITMENT ROUND 2] (Cyberpunk, Lore-Rich, Political Intrigue, Action)

Futility is still looking for new players!

This may be the last ideal time to hop in for a while as we are in the process of concluding the prologue over the next week or two. Head to the OOC and put up a sheet if you're interested.