PrinceAlexus

RETRO Slice of Life - 1988

Jackson "Jack" Maxwell Rodriquez

location = Chef's Drive-In

Jackson finally escaped the clutches of the Delta Times offices, multiple waits, secretaries, forms and things to do just to run some job adverts, an press ad for the upcoming events and convince an archivist who perhaps was older than the building to find the old copies and photos he was researching into.

Breaking out the busy, maze-like labyrinthianium offices that the Delta times called home into the bright sunlight of downtown stomach reminding him he skipped breakfast this morning. The smell of the food vendors warming up only made it more prominent, hot dogs, coffee, mexican, you wanted fast food downtown was great... When the places had grills hot anyway.

"Thanks for the new winch and clutch so fast, Bring wife, get you a beach side with a nice bottle on the house." Catching someone he knew as heading to car and owed a favour for helping fix the old truck got when renovating, plus handy for collecting large volumes from Industry Easts bulk suppliers saving the carriage fees and delays."Next Friday Jack, make that a decent red and steaks are good."

"Consider it done, just drop me a call what time you want." Waving off and reaching the gleaming black and chrome Chevy dropping his briefcase in the rather spacious boot. It was pretty stupidly large but the Impala never let him down and the V8 ran like a Swiss watch.

Cruising out of downtown, Sushi was an option he had picked up a liking two in Asia but this morning tastes were less fish and more fries. Opening up the gas on the main road remembering an old place that did a great food, a bit less shiny but solid food and strong hot coffee. Perfect, well once he swung by feeling indulgent going for the full service fuel station on the way, a generous tip later the tank was full and the windscreen even cleaned.

A short run later Jackson pulled into the weed split parking lot, though the gleaming shape of a helicopter? That was not normal for this place. The Diamond sure, the high end hotels and fancy 7 figure apartment blocks but it certainly stood out here. He had skipped breakfast or lunch more than a few times here before, especially when they had completely stripped out the hotel gas supply and replaced it, meaning no hot food for anyone!

Mysteries could wait.

Ignoring the rather odd addition to the local area, hunger was a strong motivation finding a booth in the care worn diner. Glancing round at the mornings patrons in an old habit locating the exits and internal doors, a business looking man, some locals and others traveling through on the road. The rather well dressed owner he assumed was busy directing people so not too long to wait. Honestly it seemed pretty normal. He missed the one he probably would regret not spotting later though!

Coffee, black as a night sky in the countryside, nice stack of fresh warm pancakes... Maple syrup. Yes. That's what he needed.

"Miammi Rebellion!"

hearing the shout and seeing a woman, with... Hopefully no trouble, Jackson was hungry and really wanted a coffee. Please be no trouble anyway! A man needs a coffee after dealing with beurachracy on an empty stomach and early morning. "Una mañana tranquila por favor ... _{One quiet morning please}". Slipping into Spanish without thinking of his second language, thanks to his father he grew up bilingual.

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RETRO Slice of Life - 1988

@Eviledd1984

Cleared for time travel.
Please take gate 1988 and keep your arms and legs within the wormhole.

RETRO Slice of Life - 1988

Isabella Daphne Belle

location = University

Isabella did not mind waiting merely finding a nearby table to take notes on ABC code and get some reading done Professor Jones suggested, he was somewhat eccentric but he knew his stuff and she respected him. He was a good PHD supervisor, plus she shared his love of hot sweet drinks he seemed to have for every meeting on tap had warmed Isabella's opinion a little.

The game was definitely miles beyond her understanding of chess so it was far more productive to do her own work for now. "Interesting, definitely accurate. Makes a good cup of sweet tea that's for sure." The game resumed and she turned back to her code notes, a mess of cursive corrections, various colors, personal shorthand plus anecdotes and page references that anyone else would ve hopelessly lost. It all made perfect sense to Isabella.

Glancing over the game her gold eyes could not see the strategy, sure she could understand most of how they moved but how all this worked and interacted was over her head. It was definitely advanced though and a very complicated and interlinked system. Knowing it was one and decoding it was entirely two different things.

She noticed a few glances her way but was used to that, a minority still saw computer science as a very much boys club. bright red 50's inspired dress, to tell the truth she did that deliberately, it was fun to tweak their noses a little. Plus the heat and humidity was plain ridiculous. Still Delta offered her a full ride and a PHD was very expensive otherwise.

Finally they shook hands and Mark left after a rather long game, was it a long game? Well it seemed it anyway, it might be a short game for what she knew of the two students. "Bye Mark, See you in the lab I'm sure." Waving him off, he was not a friend as such but she also got on and never had questioned her abilities.

Listening to Henery, yup her professor was a wizard and sent her on an merry adventure with half facts, just minus an magical apple or some other strange object. ""Il hear it out." Giving the opportunity and fair chance. A computer that played chess, well that had fixed rules, limited movement range and a set board meaning closed parameters and environment. The rest was code, maths, and probability etc."Possible." thinking to self and making a few notes on a spare page of her note book including an book to check later.

"Oh now i see, that would be a good way to test my multi step learning and adaptive feedback algorithm theory in a closed parameter environment with an fixed and evaulable..." Relishing she might have lost him at the start in her forgetting he was still an undergraduate a second. "Though honestly... My dad tried to teach me chess, i'm more of a grand unmaster. It does sound like an interesting project to test out."

Isabella brushed a platinum hair out her eye that was irritating and taking the paper with thanks. Writing her own number, Academic post box of sorts on campus (95% was usually fliers though) putting her fountain pen back in hand bag, lunch. Had time. Flown that fast? A quick check of the clock said yes. "Theirs meant to be a great sushi place, healthy light lunch too. Shogun Sushi?

I've got plenty of time before the Latin Dance event starts up, and most professors basically siesta." Isabella did not hide her hobbies, you needed something more than study plus dance helped keep you fit, kept you social, had fun and beat stress. Perfect. Being good at it helped.

Putting her book, pad and various pens away, take it or leave it, just being friendly as she smoothed out dress and checked self a second in the window everything was as it should. Isabella offered it as campus food, pretty good but still campus food.

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RETRO Slice of Life - 1988

@PrinceAlexus

Okay thanks boss.

@Eviledd1984

Check your inbox. :)

RETRO Slice of Life - 1988

The link is not working.

@Eviledd1984

We use limied time links.
I or another can get you one sorted out later.

RETRO Slice of Life - 1988

I would be definitely interested in joining this roleplay, if there is room for one more.

@Eviledd1984

Sure. More than welcome. Grab your boom box and join in.

Any questions feel free to ask, ans if you want we cam sort out discord links.

RETRO Slice of Life - 1988

Jackson "Jack" Maxwell Rodriquez

location = Delta Times

The sunlight reflected off the sea shining against the now reinforced and gleaming and crisp Tropico resort having been battered by the storms of water and life over the decades. Lesser hotels had come and gone but the Tropico remained. Jackson was hardly his father's closest son but seeing what he worked so hard to build crumble or be demolished would not happen on his watch.

"Urgh" Hearing the radio alarm morning weather report of high humidity and thunderstorms. "Never changes" muttering to himself as he got up watching the planes take off from the nearby base and bank away with a morning coffee. While some things he missed, mornings were definitely preferable as a civilian, though he still kept things tidy, made his bed each morning and othet habits like ironing shirts regardless if it be an wedding or trip to store.

Too busy for a work out this morning, he could make up later on having determined to keep in good shape, their was mwant to be a good old fashioned iron and chains gym too, probably should check it out.

Running a hand through his short dark hair, a quick shower later and a change into a crisp and ironed short sleeved white and pale blue narrow pinstripe shirt without tie, grey trousers and a brown leather jacket for the rain when the weather turned. Smart yet comfortable. Finding his black boots and sitting down almost instinctively polishing and bulling them to a shine before he left, Michael Jackson came on the radio as he made tight circles to the rhythm bringing each boot in turn till the rising sun reflected in the leather. It was almost therapeutic in its own way, and also good boots deserved respect and lasted for years if you did.

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The Hungry V8 rumbled to life slowly turning over and rolling into the bright sunlight, the 1967 Chevy Impala's long black bonnet stretching out in front replete with bright chrome. A very different kind of therapy as 7 liters of American built big block V8 opened up onto the main road towards downtown and the Newspaper. The boot could probably hold a body or two, not that he had plans to ever do that, it certainly held plenty of beer before though.

Getting into downtown early morning was pretty easy, as long as you left before the many commuting masses in suits and boots from the suburbs. With time to kill before the newspaper offices really opened you never arrived before they had at least one coffee, from experience they never liked working without one. "Thanks, keep it" getting a copy of the Gab and sitting down on a bench glancing over his sunglasses, trashy but usually always on the money or close enough it was worth paying attention regardless how rag like it was. The rumour on fake art sales was worth knowing and Sena Knight was far from the first time he had heard that name mentioned before , usually related to some kind of antics.

Figuring the cerberus in human form… aka Janice on reception before she had a coffee was now sufficiently human he grabbed his briefcase stuffing the gab in his pocket and walking across the road into the large and hive like levels of activity that the Delta Times be pushing door open confidently striding to the desk. "Good Morning, i have some copy id like published in week day editions job section , advert, and how to order a back issue from 1948 please." Hopefully someone was in, much as he enjoyed taking the Impala out, Downtown and it's ever foreboding city hall of taxes and paper based hell was an area the less time spent the better. He also saw the Police station and its infamous" the deep" that from personal experience was far from as bad as local legend, but worse. Insidious, damp, no violence or such things. The soul destroying sensory deprivation, cold, unable to get dry…

Suppressing a shudder in memory he waited in the lobby for someone, there was a fax but it was easier to sort out in person.

RETRO Slice of Life - 1988

Isabella Daphne Belle

location = University

Isabella was definitely not a morning person as humidity was already starting to rise again in Delta City and yet to have breakfast… feeling sticky and a cool shower soon felt more normal after a rather hot night.

Having moved from the Northern US it was a rather shock to the system, especially as the first night or two there was a big storm that suppressed the humidity for a while. Then it hit like a freight train. Her class still teased about reaction to seeing a Gator for the first time wandering about. Someone just grabbed it, cursed the Scaly Swamp Rat and threw it back over the fence. It was all kinds of surreal.

Wandering over the kitchen having found a comfy oversized t-shirt and dumping several spoons of sugar into her coffee savouring the sweet dark liquid. "Ouch" Catching self on something, being 5,10 was annoying at times especially when shopping or finding apartments with a bath you can fully stretch out in, finding one of those was a dream.

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"Got it down, thanks professor Jones." putting the phone down with a satisfying clunk. Big, hefty and probably pretty old, the one in this apartment had a nice weight to it. Finishing her coffee watching the rather dramatic local TV coverage, rain later with high humidity, though she might be back in time to catch favourite show. Reaching the bedroom in the small apartment, fairly communal, had its own pool etc in the block and was popular with students sitting in the middle class area, not too expensive but nicer than the cheapest part of town.

Deciding to go a bit retro but fairly modern patterns in bright red, white with black details, 50's polka dot dress, with matching bright geometric earrings and necklace. The hot weather, humidity and more were too much right now to ever consider layers. First week in Delta she had to take it slow as heat was getting to her, she did not exactly want to visit the hospital in the first week.

While a bit quirky the tighter fit suited her slim figure, long legs and bright bold colours contrasted against her natural platinum blonde hair, plus suited the vibrant energy of the city. Something about the city just made you want to dress up, enjoy life and embrace the adventure.

Her low heels clicked along the tiles as Isabella walked through the lobby with her ever reliable leather messenger bag and hand bag, one proposal to hand in, PHD was as much paperwork and proposal as it was research and real computer stuff. "

Finding her little Suzuki Samurai exactly where she left it, an few clicks had the roof down, bags in the foot well and radio on playing as DJ announced a new Madonna song and advertising crazy gator or something close radio slot that according to questions was local legend for its brand of crazy, honesty and plain lunacy.

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Reaching the university science faculty was not too hard… so long as you avoid the wrong merge and nearly end up heading down towards the industrial east rather than your planned destination. That would be kinda helpful. Her professor though Isabella was not sure if he embraced it for the joke or seriously in tweed, with leather patches on elbows, bow tie and even a waist coat on top… how he was still alive in this heat was some kind of magic. "Thank You miss Belle, as you're also assisting this year too, sit down and we can discuss how it works, sweet tea?" gesturing to a pot on the side, his hat and an battered diary lay on side wrapped in brown paper, pages spilling out along with oddly, an bullwhip alongside a long curved sword and a rough woodern cup...

"lI'll have a cup Please Professor , my letter was less detailed than i'd like, so be grateful." The office was lined with books of all kinds, papers scattered in piles and a board of half sketched out tasks. All in all it felt very much familiar to her Master's professors at MIT.

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Entering the study area after a few questions and a hint about chess, well it certainly was on the money and she owed someone a coffee next time, it was usually PHD and such territory so he would be easy to find up here. Waiting for a pause in the game, chess she had played a few times but the two were playing far beyond her understanding so took out her book on ABC Programming language, a part finished code note book and waited as the game unfolded balancing perfectly on the slightly wobbly chair. It took a while as she managed to get one chapter done and make notes for an upcoming submission, scribbling down in a looping cursive.

"Hey Mark, how is the PHD proposal going? Chang bad as Jones on formating?." He was doing some computer related PHD, the exact title was some rather complicated academic mess as always. "Henry Koning? Im Isabella Belle, one of the PHD students, Computer Science. Professor Jones sent me over, not sure why, just well Professor's… mentioned a proposed somthing" Leaving the obvious question about the eccentricity of anyone with tenure. "I swear the older they get, the more cryptic they get like wizards. He gave me half the facts and sent me on my way."

Introducing herself, some people assumed the tall former dancer was a wide variety of things at times, it was funny at times. She still had joined the dance society for a little fun though and some exercise. Being a rare female student in the department, blending in was not exactly possible, so why bother hiding. Confusing professors with instructions that made as much sense as a morning cartoon. "Professor has sense of humour? He not set me up has he?"

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RETRO Slice of Life - 1988

Charlie

Name: Charlene Grey

Age: 26

Appearance:

Portrait

Height: 5'4

Weight: 130 lbs

Likes:
- Jogging
- Dancing
- Desserts
- Wine
- Reading

Dislikes:
- Obnoxiousness
- Smoking
- Cold weather
- The local wildlife
- Tourists

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Special Talent: She can sing rather well.

Profession: Middle school geography teacher

Bio/Personality: Usually friendly, bubbly, high-spirited. Charlene never had an issue making friends, even as a little girl. Born and raised locally as an only child in a typical middle-class family, the young girl had all her needs met and was occasionally spoiled as well. However, both of her parents had her on a strict schedule. She had to be back inside the house after dark and she couldn't go to bed past a certain time on the weekends. She was a well-behaved and disciplined child, doing chores around the house and learning how to cook from a young age.

Charlene was always one to do well in school, and unlike a number of kids within her age group, she actually enjoyed it. Her favorite subject back then was math, and she always breezed through her homework. On occasion, Charlene would volunteer to tutor her classmates and just about anyone else who needed a little extra help. For the most part, Charlene had a tight group of friends, but by no means was she a stranger to the outcasts from the "other" crowd. She was involved with them a few times throughout her teenage years and as a result, she found herself being taken home by the police. Her parents were not pleased, to say the least, but they would punish her accordingly and move on.

Knowing her future was at stake, Charlene buckled up and completed high school with near perfect grades. She had her mind set on teaching geography; not because she stopped liking math, but she had recently learned she like geography better. She brought up the subject with her parents and they were pleased, letting her know they were happy for her to go into a career she enjoyed instead of one she would regret later on in life. Not too long after establishing herself in the workforce, Charlene met Lawrence Grey. He was a recent medical school graduate out and about on a random weekend evening very much like herself. The two hit it off that night and the rest was history.

Favorite song:

Enjoy

Recent History: As of late, Charlene has been reliving her wedding through the photo album from that day. It was just over a year ago that she found her husband's brain matter splattered on the wall he was slouched upon, the silver revolver still in hand. Charlene was initially the main suspect, but further investigation ruled his death a suicide. While it's true that her husband's job was taking a toll on him, she didn't think it would lead to his demise. With the anniversary having just passed, Charlene hasn't been all that cheerful lately. Family and friends have attempted to reach out to her but she doesn't answer her phone these days, much less the front door of the single-bed apartment she just moved into.

Actor or Actress/Public Figure who would play portray Charlene in a movie: Selena Gomez

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Tell us about yourself:

*Your age: 34
*What part of the world are you from? Havana, but been living in Miami since I was 10
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: On and off for a decade
*How often do you have time to post? Few times a week depending on post length
*Anything else you want to mention? I love hedgehogs

"These are the things that make a good story great and good writers even greater."


CS section 2 - Player Interaction Scale


Very Simple: Are you, as a PLAYER more a solo/small group poster or would you consider yourself a social butterfly open for anything?

Choose a number from 1-5 telling us where you would rate yourself in the above criteria. ONE being the least interactive and FIVE being the most.

2.5

@Xandrya

Cleared to go.

88mph time!

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@Conscripts

Good to go.
Just need one more.