Plank Sinatra

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 - Cyberpunk Political Intrigue Roleplay

The Zephyr Extinct

I'm here, I'm sorry! I had finals week this week and it's been an absolute nightmare after a couple months of Zoom classes. But it's finally over, so I should have time to get a post up this afternoon or tomorrow at the latest. If you want to make a post before then @Mokley then I don't mind pulling double duty on my next post to catch Iris up.

(Because I have the time to do that now! It rules!)

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 - Cyberpunk Political Intrigue Roleplay

Me explaining the story so far to the lurkers.

@DeadDrop

Looks like I've been caught red handed, judging by my recent visitors.

Our Final Nights: A World of Darkness Roleplay

Interested.

Meadow University

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Let's heat it up with this number!

Dana's breath was leaving her in short, staccato gasps, but her exhales were little more than afterthoughts; it was oxygen that mattered, oxygen to her brain, keeping the fire in her eyes and heart lit. Normally she was up and out before the dawn hour, but this morning she had chosen to sleep in. An ill portent had struck her the night before, a feeling that the day she would be confronting when she opened her eyes would be a hellish one, better spent in bed until the storm blew over. Her heart had been fluttering while she rolled from side to side, reclined on her back, and tried to pinpoint what exactly the clenched feeling beneath the surface of her chest was. When she finally determined it was, in fact, a fearful impulse - the idea of hiding from the real world underneath her covers, maybe exchanging cute texts with Shiloh and Cass, or having Lola provide her status updates from relative safety - she felt her blood start to literally boil, and her sleep became a frightful place, full of angry nightmares and bizarre details.

She could feel her heart fluttering now, and it brought her a vengeful glee. A giant grin had unfurled across her face. She was burning the cowardice right out of that motherfucker.

Ready?
O K!
Here we go!

Academic probation. The thought made her feel as though she was choking on her own hot blood. Where she came from, if some dried up bitch had attempted to do that to her, a blanket ban sprayed with all the efficacy and care of a Gatling gun, she would have found herself in a steakhouse after hours, being held down and served her own...her own fucking fingers! Yeah! Like diced cucumber! Her feet began pounding the pad beneath her, and she thought she imagined a faint acrid stench in her nostrils, like a tire fire. Good. The idea that her socks were on fire, or that she was scorching the pad beneath her, was a delusion Dana could get behind. It would only motivate her.

Academic probation. Forget that she hadn't even fucking been there, she wasn't even sure who had done what! Oh, there was the video online, but that? That was a fight! Fights were an expression of poetry through the body, a good way to get off steam, they were...they were just fights! Hardly worth a drastic blanket punishment over the whole grade! Let that wrinkled cunt Beaumonte grapple with four goons trying to pull her into the back of a Kei van and see what she thought about showing a little fucking fight. I miss Kobe.

Although judging by the looks of that party, it was Shibuya she really should have been missing.

Feet flying, Dana stuck a thin index finger out and pointed it in a wide radius, soaking in the worship of an imaginary audience. Her hand rose up to her face, forming a two-fingered V over her eyes as the sirens and BPM of her challenge song rose, rose, rooooose--

dropped.

I'm so impressed I could cry! Thank you very much for your best dance!

Academic probation.

Her feet were a blur for the final flurry, and then she had conquered PARANOiA Revolution.

Dana was staring at her immaculate score, slim chest heaving underneath the tank top she'd thrown on to game. There was sweat across her brow and arms, and she felt as though her legs had been tackled out from under her by those damned meatheads from the party, but that was alright. What was important was the cowardice in her heart - namely, that she didn't feel it one bit. Dana felt as though she had volcanos for limbs and a geyser for a heart. Fuck yeah. Motherfucking fuck yeah.

She plopped backwards from her pad, landing on her disheveled-looking mattress and grabbing for her phone. She'd skipped a text from her mother, around the time her mother knew she would be up exercising. She would normally be afraid that Kikuko had wrecked her own sleep schedule, but the woman had always kept odd hours. When she was young Dana thought it had meant her mom was a superhero.

To: Mom
school is going well. i am with all my friends 
:)

Her heart wasn't calming down one bit. Good. Let it suffer.

To: Cassi
what the fuck. that foul evil bitch. i will slay her before they can deport me
motherfucker. what the hell even happened
how could she fucking do thi sto us
*do this
fuck. bitch
did you do anything??

Fuck. He will know I'm upset. That was all she needed, that moody Korean pout in her face on a day when she would need friends more than ever - to tie that old bitch up in the trunk of a car and feed her to sharks.

To: Cassi
:)
:)
(●♡∀♡)

Fooled him.

Ask an Admin, v2.

<Snipped quote by Plank Sinatra>

As I said in that thread before we did the PW we held a lot of "give us your opinion!" threads and Discord session. It's super inaccurate to say staff didn't want opinions or listen to them.

But let us decide if the current one will continue in any way or not. If it doesn't and there's to be another PW we will start soliciting the opinions on PWs again.

Just as we did last time.

@Ruby

I agree. Which is why I didn't say that the staff didn't solicit any opinions regarding setting up the last PW. I was in the Discord until the Old Republic setting was decided on, and then I quietly bowed out when I realized it wasn't going in a direction I was personally interested in. I'm not getting it twisted and saying that the staff didn't ask for any advice or player feedback.

I'm only referring to this thread that was just deleted, which I wasn't posting in but was following semi-closely. I thought it was an interesting post-mortem, and a lot of people had some good ideas about what they might like to see in the future. I just feel like players should be able to still have those kinds of discussions, even while staff are having their own discussions parallel to ours. There's no harm in us talking.

I'm not trying to fight you on this, and I'm not accusing you guys of being tone-deaf the last go around. I just think players should be able to speak out about what might personally move the needle one side or the other for them, because in the end, they're a big part of what will make it thrive.

Ask an Admin, v2.

<Snipped quote by Celsius>

The thread...people asked and they got an answer. In the status bar. If they want to rip into me for that decision that shouldn't happen in the status bar. But to ask a question and get an answer? That happened.

@Ruby

I can't argue with us getting an answer in the status bar. I won't even contest whatever reasons there were for deleting it instead of just locking the thread, since it's been made clear that the mods never intended on it staying up for very long anyway. But imo that strikes at the heart of the problem, which is how a PW is supposed to thrive when the site's users don't even get a place to assess what might have turned them off and what they'd prefer to see in the future. If they can't do that in a thread in the PW forum, where are they supposed to turn?

I know I for one was interested in the last PW, but like Lmpkio said, I was one of the people who was just kind of turned off by the setting. I'm all for the idea of having a PW on the guild - hell, even a Star Wars one, although it still wouldn't be my setting of choice - but it seems like the people who might be more likely to flock to the next one still aren't really getting a fair chance at discussion regarding the next one. If the PW mod team has to have their own discussions first, then that's fine - and it's been made apparent a number of times. But that also puts any average roleplayer's feedback on the backburner until we see what's already been presented, kind of like a beta test that comes out a week and a half before a video game's launch, and leaves them with few avenues to discuss anything but their own statuses.

At least some timetable on when we can be involved in those discussions would be appreciated by a lot of people, and would probably go a long way towards fixing some of these complaints.

Meadow University

i guess every super sentai need its theme music / Dana Harada

”Clearly I have defeated this earthworm with my words. Imagine what I would have done with my fire breathing fists." -Charlie Sheen

_{【ｗａｋｅ　ｔｈｅ　ｆｕｃｋ　ｕｐ　ｓａｍｕｒａｉ】}

Name

Dana Harada

Nickames

Kobe Beef / Kobe

Age

20

Gender

Female

Year

Third Year

Reason of Admission

Trust Fund

Major

Fashion Design

Sexuality

Bisexual [No Justice No Sex]

Relationship Status

Single

Label

The Strongest to Ever Live

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_{【ｔｗｅｎｔｙ　ｆｉｒｓｔ　ｃｅｎｔｕｒｙ　ｓｃｈｉｚｏｉｄ－ｃｈａｎ】}

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Appearance Details

• Hair: Black, with auburn and crimson highlights | Medium | Varies, currently in a chin-length bob; occasionally messy from conquest
• Eyes: Sienna
• Height: 5'10
• Body Type: Slim, but extremely fit
• Clothing Style: Fashionable and Heroic | A lover of flamboyant jackets, comfy coats, and skirts that show off her legs, although those affections are rarely paired together. Dana also favors tops with particularly low necklines, as she lacks the chest to care if people look.
• Makeup Wise: Favors dark lipsticks and dark eye shadows
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Both ears pierced. Single stud in right nostril. Navel pierced.

Personality Traits

✔ Polite ✔ Fearless ✔ Playful ✔ Honorable ✖ Aloof ✖ Unpredictable ✖ Temperamental ✖ Merciless

Dana's quiet, almost mute demeanor tricks people into thinking that she is an icy person by nature, or perhaps lacks the grasp on English to understand and converse with them. The opposite is true; while she is proud and more than a little haughty, she is more than capable of understanding people and responding with the eloquence she believes they deserve. She is open to making friends, but her value judgement are harsh and uncompromising. She's not averse to someone seeking what's pleasurable to them, but doing so at the expense of other people will inevitably lead to sullen attitudes, and what's more, she will likely be easily goaded - or do the goading, if she finds someone particularly contemptible - into confrontation. Dana's temper puts all rumors of ice in her veins to bed; she can possess an irascible fury, and what's worse, a "do it yourself" mentality. A Yakuza princess content to sit on her hands, she is not.

She's not a complete berserker, though, and indeed it's a sign of how much she likes you that she'll occasionally allow small hypocrisies in her presence. What's more, she has a mischievous and playful idea of fun, and even does her best to flirt with body language cues. More likely she will be attempting some prank or another, the more bombastic the better, or just picking a fight with someone unlikely to re-enter her life in the future. She also enjoys clubs, the nightlife, and shopping. Those who Dana previously thought to be wretched slugs wound up becoming her friends after seven or eight hours of shopping, so long as they proved themselves forward-thinking and not tasteless.

Upbringing Synopsis

Dana was born into a life of privilege and violence in equal measure. Her father was instrumental in maintaining the grip of the Yamaguchi-gumi, Japan's most pre-eminent Yakuza organization, on the major city of Kobe; her mother was a successful, if opportunistic trial lawyer who went to bat for her husband's associates regularly. It was an endless cycle that only became more and more lucrative, and Dana grew up with the importance of a man's code, as well as adopting her parents' loathing of those who broke their code. The superhero media she was weaned on as a kid only enforced her ideals of justice, honor, and fairness, and the violence in the shows taught her the way to deal with delinquents.

While initially a shock to Japan's school system, Dana's forceful nature, keen eye for weakness, and penchant for winning loyalty (her looks didn't hurt) won her an early role in her high school's student council, a position that carried far more weight in her home country than it does in America. As the queen of her school, she led her class to unparalleled successes, with the intent of leapfrogging several steps from ruling the high school to ruling the Earth itself, and the stars above it. But like in America, high school plans always fall by the wayside; losing touch with people as uni begins is a global constant. Dana, the implacable leader of her clique, was no exception. In fact, she strayed further from her acolytes than they could have dreamed.

She came to America. She realized that the great fashion houses of Europe were taking more and more influence from American streetwear, a style she had always favored herself; in America, she saw a chance to thrive with an interest she had picked up in high school and become increasingly enthralled by. If she couldn't become a superhero, with the eyes of the world on her, then the eyes of the world would be on her creations instead. As befit her and her family's money, she wanted only the best, too - a place where her merits, her very moral code would be challenged. A place where if she thrived, she wanted to know it was because she'd earned it.

Meadow University is what she found.

Family

Harada Kikuko - Mother
Harada Takeshi - Father
Harada Shūichi - Grandfather (paternal)

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Misc.

Tao Okamoto | 9e0b0f

• Virgin. Apathetic about it.
• Her favorite thing about America is diners.
• Her least favorite thing is the lack of arcades.
• Not a casual fan of anime, but appreciates 80s and 90s mecha and magical girls.
• Dance Dance Revolution addict.
• Goes through dozens of pieces of mint gum per day. "Blue, not green."
• Has immediately begun pursuing a motorcycle license.
• Despite playing mute, she is, in fact, bilingual. In fact, she's also learning French.
• Not only is The Princess Bride a rom-com, it's the best rom-com.

Meadow University

CS changed up a little bit after discussions.

Meadow University

i guess every super sentai need its theme music

”Clearly I have defeated this earthworm with my words. Imagine what I would have done with my fire breathing fists." -Charlie Sheen

_{【ｗａｋｅ　ｔｈｅ　ｆｕｃｋ　ｕｐ　ｓａｍｕｒａｉ】}

Name

Dana Harada

Nickames

Kobe Beef / Kobe

Age

20

Gender

Female

Year

Third Year

Reason of Admission

Trust Fund

Major

Fashion Design

Sexuality

Bisexual [No Justice No Sex]

Relationship Status

Single

Label

The Strongest to Ever Live

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_{【ｔｗｅｎｔｙ　ｆｉｒｓｔ　ｃｅｎｔｕｒｙ　ｓｃｈｉｚｏｉｄ－ｃｈａｎ】}

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Appearance Details

• Hair: Black, with auburn and crimson highlights | Medium | Varies, currently in a chin-length bob; occasionally messy from conquest
• Eyes: Sienna
• Height: 5'10
• Body Type: Slim, but extremely fit
• Clothing Style: Fashionable and Heroic | A lover of flamboyant jackets, comfy coats, and skirts that show off her legs, although those affections are rarely paired together. Dana also favors tops with particularly low necklines, as she lacks the chest to care if people look.
• Makeup Wise: Favors dark lipsticks and dark eye shadows
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Both ears pierced. Single stud in right nostril. Navel pierced.

Personality Traits

✔ Polite ✔ Fearless ✔ Playful ✔ Honorable ✖ Aloof ✖ Unpredictable ✖ Temperamental ✖ Merciless

Dana's quiet, almost mute demeanor tricks people into thinking that she is an icy person by nature, or perhaps lacks the grasp on English to understand and converse with them. The opposite is true; while she is proud and more than a little haughty, she is more than capable of understanding people and responding with the eloquence she believes they deserve. She is open to making friends, but her value judgement are harsh and uncompromising. She's not averse to someone seeking what's pleasurable to them, but doing so at the expense of other people will inevitably lead to sullen attitudes, and what's more, she will likely be easily goaded - or do the goading, if she finds someone particularly contemptible - into confrontation. Dana's temper puts all rumors of ice in her veins to bed; she can possess an irascible fury, and what's worse, a "do it yourself" mentality. A Yakuza princess content to sit on her hands, she is not.

She's not a complete berserker, though, and indeed it's a sign of how much she likes you that she'll occasionally allow small hypocrisies in her presence. What's more, she has a mischievous and playful idea of fun, and even does her best to flirt with body language cues. More likely she will be attempting some prank or another, the more bombastic the better, or just picking a fight with someone unlikely to re-enter her life in the future. She also enjoys clubs, the nightlife, and shopping. Those who Dana previously thought to be wretched slugs wound up becoming her friends after seven or eight hours of shopping, so long as they proved themselves forward-thinking and not tasteless.

Upbringing Synopsis

Dana was born into a life of privilege and violence in equal measure. Her father was instrumental in maintaining the grip of the Yamaguchi-gumi, Japan's most pre-eminent Yakuza organization, on the major city of Kobe; her mother was a successful, if opportunistic trial lawyer who went to bat for her husband's associates regularly. It was an endless cycle that only became more and more lucrative, and Dana grew up with the importance of a man's code, as well as adopting her parents' loathing of those who broke their code. The superhero media she was weaned on as a kid only enforced her ideals of justice, honor, and fairness, and the violence in the shows taught her the way to deal with delinquents.

While initially a shock to Japan's school system, Dana's forceful nature, keen eye for weakness, and penchant for winning loyalty (her looks didn't hurt) won her an early role in her high school's student council, a position that carried far more weight in her home country than it does in America. As the queen of her school, she led her class to unparalleled successes, with the intent of leapfrogging several steps from ruling the high school to ruling the Earth itself, and the stars above it. But like in America, high school plans always fall by the wayside; losing touch with people as uni begins is a global constant. Dana, the implacable leader of her clique, was no exception. In fact, she strayed further from her acolytes than they could have dreamed.

She came to America. She realized that the great fashion houses of Europe were taking more and more influence from American streetwear, a style she had always favored herself; in America, she saw a chance to thrive with an interest she had picked up in high school and become increasingly enthralled by. If she couldn't become a superhero, with the eyes of the world on her, then the eyes of the world would be on her creations instead. As befit her and her family's money, she wanted only the best, too - a place where her merits, her very moral code would be challenged. A place where if she thrived, she wanted to know it was because she'd earned it.

Meadow University is what she found.

Family

Harada Kikuko - Mother
Harada Takeshi - Father
Harada Shūichi - Grandfather (paternal)

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_{【ｗｈｉｔｅ　ｐｅｏｐｌｅ　ｌｏｖｅ　ｍｅ　ｌｉｋｅ　ｔｈｅｙ　ｌｏｖｅ　ｓｕｂａｒｕｓ】}

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Misc.

Tao Okamoto | 9e0b0f

• Virgin. Apathetic about it.
• Her favorite thing about America is diners.
• Her least favorite thing is the lack of arcades.
• Not a casual fan of anime, but appreciates 80s and 90s mecha and magical girls.
• Dance Dance Revolution addict.
• Goes through dozens of pieces of mint gum per day. "Blue, not green."
• Has immediately begun pursuing a motorcycle license.
• Despite playing mute, she is, in fact, bilingual. In fact, she's also learning French.
• Not only is The Princess Bride a rom-com, it's the best rom-com.