Optimist

Over The Top Soap Opera

Those are good thoughts. I will draw up some definite plans and post them and see if that helps. Give me a few days.

The White Deer (Greek Myths Rock and I)

The hunter found himself sinking to one knee. When she said she was a queen, he believed her. He did not know what to say to her. She was so regal and beautiful. Finally he spoke. "Your majesty. I beg your pardon. I did not mean to hunt in your forest, if it is protected." For the first time in his life he felt a bit of shame for his profession.

Night of the Comet (Camille Noir and I)

Rosco held up a plastic container of Castrol brand motor oil. "This should do ya." Randal nodded. He did not know if it was any better than Pennzoil, but it should work fine. Rosco crossed over to an old manual cash register. "That'll be $6.78. Anything else I can do ya fer?" This gas station did not have the row upon row of products of a modern gas station. There were two coolers, one with beer and one with Coke products and a small stand selling plastic wrapped snack cakes. On one wall was a calender with a bikini model on it, from 2012.

Randal pulled a sixteen oz. bottle of Coke out of the cooler. "You want one Natasha? My treat." As far as Randal was concerned, he would rather buy her a nice steak dinner than a Coke. She seemed like a nice girl, and now that he could see her in the light, he realized that she was gorgeous.

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Renee froze as she felt the knife in her ribs. "No where Michael. What's going on here anyway? Molly doesn't look so good." She was sure he had gone insane, and did not wish to rile him up. "How about we go outside and talk about this?" She could feel sweat running down her neck and back. She had never been so scared before. Suddenly she felt something crawling up her leg. She kept a firm grip on her shotgun as she considered shoving the butt of it back into his stomach. The only problem was that if she did, there was a good chance that he would end up cutting her with the damned knife. She ignored the feeling of something creepy crawling on her.

Over The Top Soap Opera

Hehe.... Nice try, but this looks like a no starter.

Demon (Dragon princess and I)

He had little choice, but to believe her. He had heard that some kingdoms had female warriors, but never imagined one would be the head of the guards. Never did he think to see the like. To him, women were for laying, cooking and mending, in that order. How could a woman hope to best a man's strength. Truth was, she probably was never tested against a real seasoned warrior.

He nodded, forcing his thoughts to the back of his head. "Aye, well the truth is, I'm a sword for hire, looking for work. My hope was that the guard here could use a seasoned veteran like myself." He knew that he was not much to look at after a week on the roads, and escaping a war, but all he could do was hope. Maybe this... female would see something in him. Truth was, he needed food soon or he would start starving.

They were secluded in the room alone, and the snake was making him feel nervous. His eyes kept glancing over to it. He had never liked snakes much, and being this close to one did not change that opinion. Most snakes he had seen in his life had ended up on the point of his sword.

Demon (Dragon princess and I)

He took in the girl in armor and almost smirked. She was probably some over indulged princess, who liked to dress up like her brothers. The snake was another matter. He really did not like snakes and had wondered at the guard's comment.

"I wanted to speak with the captain of the guards, not some girl. What is this all about." He crossed his arms defiantly.

The interior of the room had hanging tapestries depicting battles. More than one depicted a large snake fighting at the head of the army. They were strange. He wondered what legend inspired them. In most legends giant snakes and dragons were fought by armies, instead of fighting along side of them.

One-on-One Adventures/Romance

Northern Exposure (TAKEN)

Dr. Jonathan Martin was sick and tired of whiny patients and flirtatious nurses. He was tired of the long days and nights, with little sleep. He was tired of the concrete jungle. He had finally decided to pack it all in and move to Alaska. His friends all called him crazy and questioned how a New York doctor could survive in the great frozen North.

His crisis of faith had started months before he actually resigned his position at the hospital, put his house up for sale, and packed all that really mattered into a single van. He had taken his time traveling North-West. He had enjoyed the Great Lakes and Canada, before arriving at the tiny town of Howell Alaska.

As he drove into town, he could see that it was little more than a single street with five or six buildings on either side of the road. A neon sign was lit up, showing the local drinking establishment. There was a church, a filling station and half a dozen other stores and establishments. He pulled up in front of the sheriff's office and got out.

Dr. Martin was a tall, wide shouldered man with a narrow waist and a muscular frame. His dark hair was cut short and he was clean shaven. A pair of rectangular shaped spectacles framed a handsome face with a firm chin and full lips. He was dressed in a green parka and blue jeans.

Someone was supposed to meet him at the sheriff's office to him the clinic. The old doctor had retired to Florida a few months ago and the town had been trying to attract another doctor since. His contact was a Alex Murphy, the mayor of the town. He had never even spoken to the man. Their conversations had been conducted by e-mail, so he did not know what to expect.

OOC: I am looking for one female to play the role of Alex(andra) the town mayor. This is a Northern Exposure inspired game. This will be a light hearted, fish out of water game.

Night of the Comet (Camille Noir and I)

No worries. I figured that something like that happened.

The White Deer (Greek Myths Rock and I)

Me too. :)

Night of the Comet (Camille Noir and I)

Hmm... Good question. Let's find out! I was figuring that when they took someone over they could sort of absorb who they were a bit, in terms of memories and such. That way, we don't know who is and who is not one of them (like the humanoid Cylons on B.G.). I am open to other ideas though.