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Legit watching how long that 1v1 interest check stays on the front page. I'll never quit this site.
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Discipline a heretic and he'll be loyal for a moment, put him to the flame and he'll be loyal the rest of his life.
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Sometimes the heresy purges itself.
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It's called trash CAN, not trash CANNOT. You got this đź‘Ť
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If this is your first night at Waffle House, you have to fight.
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24 Hour Time Skip Warning


FINAL jump to SOL CITY Chapter 2 Conclusion
(Friday Morning).

Expect MANY surprises for choices made and unmade.

All your sins laid bare.




Any questions please let us know.


As always, if you feel that you are not ready to skip. PLEASE speak up!
24 Hour Time Skip Warning


FINAL jump to SOL CITY Chapter 2 Conclusion
(Friday Morning).

Expect MANY surprises for choices made and unmade.

All your sins laid bare.




Any questions please let us know.


As always, if you feel that you are not ready to skip. PLEASE speak up!
Quick few announcements:

Just another reminder that we are looking to close up this skip fairly soon, but we have decided to leave it open for a while longer since we have gained some new members and regular players have been away on various commitments. There are still a few people that need to post in the current skip and we also have the holidays coming up here in the states. No rush. We have everything set and ready for the most part, but a few more player decisions could still change things.

What does this mean?

Well for the regulars that have been around, not much, but new players need to listen up:

We are glad about our recent jump in players, however we were nearing the end of what has been Sol City Chapter 2 and the next event we do is going to be the Finale which will then be followed by the Epilogue. DO NOT BE DISCOURAGED. There is going to be a Chapter 3 and you will be able to transfer your characters to the next thread. We usually like to take a 2-3 week break between the Chapters just as a rest period of sorts before we run a couple new Interest Checks and start up again. Your recently approved characters will not need to be approved again. In the meantime, don't be afraid to still jump in and post with the events we have planned. There is still plenty of writing opportunity to be had in this chapter and just because you are new to the game does not mean that you can't still make a difference in how things pan out in Sol City for Chapter 2. The Finale is going to be wild.

Stay tuned,

~P
Joel Nicolosi


Joel basically tuned out both of them as soon as they started arguing back and forth like teenagers in an after-school special. The night air was cold and with his healthy disdain for cold weather, he could think of several things he could have been doing instead of mediating rich-kid drama. Still, Siobhan’s aptly curved backside did look exceptional in the jeans she chose to wear out and he had a few ideas about that as well. As they continued to bicker, he yawned and looked back over at Bradley’s car. If he truly came from money, it was definitely an odd choice, Joel was more expecting some computer tuned Lambo or Porsche, but the Z28 was still a smart decision if all he was interested in was going fast in a straight line and blending in with the crowd. Just like with Sio’s Corvette, the parts were plentiful and it didn’t take a very large investment to get under a ten-second quarter mile. Even having been out of the game for a while, Joel felt fairly confident he could get the younger guy to spill on what he was running.

“Who rolled your fenders?” Joel asked quizzically.

Bradley seemed partly surprised by the question and the complete change in subject. “Oh, I have a guy on the northside…”

“Near the airport.” Joel said, completing the sentence for him. “Yeah, I know him, he does good work.” He let go of Sio’s hand and casually strolled over to the car knowing Bradley had already given away the farm, everything else was going to be gravy. He stooped down to examine the body work, confirming that it was indeed the same person. “I built a Fox Body for a guy a while back with a tubbed rear-end and had him roll the quarters on it.” The unmistakable aroma of traction juice wafted out from under the frame around the tires, a scent something like Cherry Dr. Pepper and menthol. “You running pump-gas in this?” It was a bullshit question.

“Hey now, I can’t be givin’ away all my secrets.” Bradley smirked.

Joel chuckled a bit, “Yea, i know the game. You don’t have to tell me.” He stood back up and feigned a glance at the hood again, but it was too dark to see the interior and he was curious if it had a roll cage and what kind of shifter was equipped. Somewhere in the crowd a loud bass system started booming and Joel waited before he continued: “The tach on the hood is a nice touch though, I wish I had thought of that one. I might steal that from you.” He said glancing back with a slight smile and then looking at Siobhan only just for a split-second to see if she was picking up on what he was doing.

“You know, my dad had a Chevelle back in the day with one.” Bradley said. There was a measure of respect in his voice which seemed to lend to what Siobhan had said about the father. “He gave me the idea, I haven’t seen anyone else with it.”

“Neither have I,” Joel replied. Sio was now the furthest thing from Bradley’s mind. People who had nice cars liked to talk about cars and Joel had done it for years as he worked in his shop and random people from Southside stopped by to chit-chat at all hours. It became very easy to steer a conversation even while he was busily working. Joel crossed his arms and looked the car over once more, standing next to it like it belonged to him rather than Bradley. “So let me explain something... to both of you.” He said. There was finality in his tone and a certain measure of authority, something he rarely did, but in the setting, he knew neither of them were even close to his level. “I don’t care what kind of bets or arrangements you had before this and I don’t care who’s daddy’s running for governor, mayor, dog-catcher or whatever, I’ve worked too hard to be putting up with this goddamn bullshit so this is what we’re gonna do...” He paused for a moment taking in the surprise across both their faces. “I’ll be done with her car in another week or so, if you want to race after that then by all means and if not then that’s fine too, but either way, that’s the end of it and not another word gets said about it. We all on the same page?”

@Almalthia
@The Muse

Approved, just need @Almalthia or @PrinceAlexus to sign off as well.
@MST3K 4ever

Im not sure where you were going with her Christmas holiday plans, but we have already passed Christmas of sorts in Sol City. The post would still be within continuity, she just wouldn't be going for a while.

Also, here's a link to our discord channel:

discord.gg/3vKyBT

@The Muse

Im at work right now as i type this, but I will take a more detailed look at your CS later today. Nice choice of face-claim, btw.
@MST3K 4ever

I really like this one. Just need a thumbs up from @PrinceAlexus or @Almalthia to move to the IC tab.
Paige Kennedy


At some point in the night Paige had finally fallen asleep. She didn’t remember what time, just that it was pretty late. Her eyes blinked open to the quiet hum of night traffic outside and the dim shadows of Milo’s living room. The air in the room was cool with a slight chill. He was always trying to save money and wouldn’t run the heat pump while there was still a fire in the shop. She stared ahead for a moment and shifted a little under the heavy blanket he’d thrown over her for the night. His worn leather sofa was well broken-in and felt like it was about ten feet deep. She didn’t want to get up. It could have only been a few hours, but it felt like days and her thoughts were drunk with sleep. Her phone blinked with new messages on the coffee table in front of her, but she didn’t want to break the comfort or the warmth to reach for it.

Images and feelings wandered drowsily as she continued to look ahead into the darkness. What if we just stayed here? A voice questioned from the silence in the back of her mind. I’m not staying in this shit hole a minute longer than I have to. Another familiar voice cut-in firmly. You will for him. The argument started. She listened to the slow rhythm of her breaths as the mental chorus began to wake up with her: Ana is coming here… Her brow furrowed slightly at the thought. I’m not thinking about that right now. The conversation intensified behind her eyes, but the main subject remained all the same despite the noise. He still loves her and you know it… He would have dumped you for that sickly cripple.

“Shut up.” She whispered harshly to herself.

You’ll always just be a bridesmaid, Paige.

“I’ll fucking kill all of them.” She growled.

Sure you will.

“And I’ll make it look like someone else did it.” She could feel her heartbeat accelerating slightly.

That’s how we do it.

Paige tossed the blanket aside with a start letting the cool air of the room wash over her. Rotating up into a sitting position, her bare feet hit the cold hardwood floor and she wiped her hands over her face feeling her hair falling over her exposed shoulder before pausing for a moment and inhaling deeply. Letting the breath back out and dropping her hands away left her mind clear and back to silence. She shook her head first glancing over towards Milo’s room then at the notification light on her phone still blinking steadily.



A part of her was tempted. Club Aether would be open for a few more hours and a drink didn’t sound like too bad of an idea, but she knew she couldn’t and carefully considered her words as she typed a text back to Dustynn. She hoped the girl was still deleting them like she told her:



The next was a text from Marlin. She didn’t particularly want to involve her, but the extra helicopter would be useful if things got out of hand and she needed to move around the city quickly:



Finally, she had an odd premonition about Siobhan. The redhead was tending to keep some of the same bizarre hours as her slightly uncouth boyfriend, but he seemed to make her happy and she couldn’t say too much as Milo wasn’t exactly traditional either. A slight smile crept across her lips as she typed out a text:



@PrinceAlexus@MissCapnCrunch@Almalthia
Coleman St. John


Cole thumbed through a few local news stories on his phone while he waited, though his mind wasn’t fully focused on college football or the latest news in corrupt politicians or any of the other blurbs that passed by his eyes. For some time his conscience had been after him to talk to Kaylee about his true role in the scheme of things. He had no doubt he could have kept it hidden from the rest of the Institute’s staff; they had enough problems, but she had been a total wildcard and a part of him kicked himself for so easily breaking his rule of not mixing business and pleasure. He realized he wasn’t even paying attention to his phone anymore as he heard a familiar rhythm of footsteps. She had a certain, smart confidence in her stride that he couldn’t resist. Everywhere she went, she seemed to move with a purpose or a goal, even if it was the most mundane task. His thoughts lingered to the last second before he looked up and caught her gaze.

Seeing the spark in her countenance helped bring him back to the moment, but the easy smile he showed her was increasingly being cast with a pang of guilt and moreover a modicum of uneasiness. He knew, to some extent, he was letting his heart guide him more than his mind. “You look good,” He said glancing over her outfit; happy that she decided to take his advice and not burn her leg on the pipes. She looked much more relaxed in casual clothes and he liked the look on her even better. Similarly, he’d tossed his button down shirt aside in his office and put on a less formal, white ¾-sleeve shirt and his black riding jacket. “Then your chariot awaits.” He said motioning over the bike as his smile turned more into a slight smirk. The light of the garage curved unblemished over the polished black fender and fuel-tank as he threw his leg over with her likewise nestling in against his back.

There was a brief pause in his movements as her arms wrapped around him while he turned on the battery and reached for the starter button. Like many other things, he couldn’t remember the last time he had a passenger, but something about her grasp felt familiar and he could sense a tightening in his chest.with an unusual awareness, like he knew he was doing something wrong. In one of their conversations Kaylee explained the nature of her mutant abilities and he thought he understood for the most part, though he wasn’t sure what she was seeing or perceiving- It was another subject they hadn't discussed. Sitting on the bike was the closest they had ever been. Shaking his head dismissively, he thumbed the starter button summoning the engine beneath them to life and twisting the throttle letting his thoughts evaporate momentarily in the exhaust note that smacked through the walls of the garage. Letting the clutch out smoothly, the slow cannonade of thunder picked up momentum as they turned out onto the winding road that led to the Institute echoing through the woods as they headed towards the city.

@Almalthia

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