Hah, you'll be fine. Honestly do whatever you want in your posts (within reason, of course) and I can always adjust accordingly. Basically I'm just laying out the scene, and it's really up to you at that point. I love a good challenge! :)
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It’s none of my business what people say of me and think of me. I am what I am and I do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. And it makes life so much easier.
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“There is no such thing as a new idea. It is impossible. We simply take a lot of old ideas and put them into a sort of mental kaleidoscope. We give them a turn and they make new and curious combinations. We keep on turning and making new combinations indefinitely; but they are the same old pieces of colored glass that have been in use through all the ages.”
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Well, the good news is one of the moms will be there and I was able to bribe my lovely co-worker into helping out tonight since she is almost as awesome as I am. Of course I had to buy her lunch today and I'm pretty sure I'll owe her another on Monday...but it's a small price to pay to wrangle up the little demons.
*sigh*
Geez, there's going to be so much estrogen at my house.
*sigh*
Geez, there's going to be so much estrogen at my house.
Somehow I've manage to agree to (read as: "suckered into") hosting a slumber party tonight after my older daughter begged me all week.
That being said, a house full of a dozen 10 year old girls can either go really well, or can get ugly really fast, so if I suddenly disappear after tonight then I've no doubt lost my mind, dug my own grave and buried myself in the backyard.
That being said, a house full of a dozen 10 year old girls can either go really well, or can get ugly really fast, so if I suddenly disappear after tonight then I've no doubt lost my mind, dug my own grave and buried myself in the backyard.
“So uncool...” He mumbled as Nate grabbed the jar from Vin’s hand and walked away while taking a swig of the obviously disgusting liquid that had probably been stored in the pantry for well over one hundred years. As much of a dick move as that was, however, Nate had a valid point regarding Vincent’s lack of control and the brief yet vivid image of the bloodied corpse popped into his head. He’d almost forgotten about that night, considering how quickly it happened, and the shock of the aftermath seemed to suppress the memory up until now. Was it his mind’s defensive mechanism numbing the pain to the point where he’d become desensitized to something so horrific? Had it been too many years of horror movies, Slipknot concerts, and designer drugs in his system to dull the last few vestiges of morality he had?
He snapped back from his momentary reverie when Jennifer started gagging on the jar of whatever that hell it was, which apparently hadn’t worked out too well for her or Nate, but Eli didn’t seem to have a problem knocking back a large gulp while laughing at the ignorant “city-folk”. The guy didn’t really appear to let much bother him, as though he’d been through stranger things enough in his life that the current situation was just “another day” to him. Or perhaps he just played it off well enough as to not cause unnecessary tension among the group. Vin supposed that was what everyone was trying to do in their own way.
Vincent found whatever MREs had been stored away, opening up a few of the dark grey plastic bags labelled “beef and gravy” and something resembling spaghetti with meatballs, which at this point might as well have been steak and lobster. He poured them into a few ceramic bowls that were stacked in the corner, grabbed some tarnished metal forks from the drawer, and tasted a bit of the spaghetti while simultaneously squeezing his eyelids in preparation for something terrible. However, surprisingly enough, it wasn’t half-bad, albeit cold, but still edible, and he slid a bowl over to Jennifer.
“Well, it’s better than trying to live off paint thinner in a jar.” He grinned, wrapping an arm around her and planting a quick peck on her cheek before whispering in her ear. “And, by the way, you’re wicked attractive when trying to be impressive...” He said, poking fun at her earlier bold move of drinking some of the moonshine to oblige the natives, regardless of her reservations about it.
“But I’d stay away from anything you can’t identify.” He said, taking another bite of the pasta and smiling, as a bit of the red sauce ran down his chin.
“Bon apetit!”
He turned to face the open room while shoving another forkful of the spaghetti into his mouth, and focused on Eli as he was headed outside for a smoke.
“Hey, for what it's worth bro, thanks for the rustic dining experience and chef-quality cuisine. I'd give this place one and a half stars at best. Although It probably would have been an even two if it wasn't for the three dead rats over there.” He motioned his thumb toward the corner near the pantry. “But hey, at least they're dead.” He continued, shrugging before taking another bite of Momma Harlan’s home cooking.
“So...Nate, I suppose the question on everyone’s mind is...how long are we going to be stuck here and when, if ever, do we get to leave?” He eyed Nate in between finishing up his bowl of food. hoping that at least he had a better grasp on what was going on.
He snapped back from his momentary reverie when Jennifer started gagging on the jar of whatever that hell it was, which apparently hadn’t worked out too well for her or Nate, but Eli didn’t seem to have a problem knocking back a large gulp while laughing at the ignorant “city-folk”. The guy didn’t really appear to let much bother him, as though he’d been through stranger things enough in his life that the current situation was just “another day” to him. Or perhaps he just played it off well enough as to not cause unnecessary tension among the group. Vin supposed that was what everyone was trying to do in their own way.
Vincent found whatever MREs had been stored away, opening up a few of the dark grey plastic bags labelled “beef and gravy” and something resembling spaghetti with meatballs, which at this point might as well have been steak and lobster. He poured them into a few ceramic bowls that were stacked in the corner, grabbed some tarnished metal forks from the drawer, and tasted a bit of the spaghetti while simultaneously squeezing his eyelids in preparation for something terrible. However, surprisingly enough, it wasn’t half-bad, albeit cold, but still edible, and he slid a bowl over to Jennifer.
“Well, it’s better than trying to live off paint thinner in a jar.” He grinned, wrapping an arm around her and planting a quick peck on her cheek before whispering in her ear. “And, by the way, you’re wicked attractive when trying to be impressive...” He said, poking fun at her earlier bold move of drinking some of the moonshine to oblige the natives, regardless of her reservations about it.
“But I’d stay away from anything you can’t identify.” He said, taking another bite of the pasta and smiling, as a bit of the red sauce ran down his chin.
“Bon apetit!”
He turned to face the open room while shoving another forkful of the spaghetti into his mouth, and focused on Eli as he was headed outside for a smoke.
“Hey, for what it's worth bro, thanks for the rustic dining experience and chef-quality cuisine. I'd give this place one and a half stars at best. Although It probably would have been an even two if it wasn't for the three dead rats over there.” He motioned his thumb toward the corner near the pantry. “But hey, at least they're dead.” He continued, shrugging before taking another bite of Momma Harlan’s home cooking.
“So...Nate, I suppose the question on everyone’s mind is...how long are we going to be stuck here and when, if ever, do we get to leave?” He eyed Nate in between finishing up his bowl of food. hoping that at least he had a better grasp on what was going on.
Sending a short-code message via, his wrist datapad, to E-V advising her that he was “on the move” took only a few moments, and he quickly switched over to the probe droid controls sending them ahead to recon the long corridor. Gavon wasn’t completely surprised by the fact that the armored soldier was more keen on tagging along with him than sitting around in a dank, dusty cargo hold watching a parcel of unknown content that may or may not be worth it.
This wasn’t the first time he’d had to work with mercenaries or paramilitary personnel out of necessity, nor did he think it would be the last. Since the fall of the Empire and the rise of the First Order, a galaxy of expendable mercs seemed to be plentiful but at the same time dangerously unpredictable. The Agent didn’t trust him in the slightest of course, but he also recognized an honor that wouldn’t cause the soldier to stab him in the back without good reason. Either way, neither of them was doing any good standing around, so onward they went down the very spine of the ship toward the bow, stepping over a handful of storm trooper corpses and durasteel fragments along the way.
This wasn’t the first time he’d had to work with mercenaries or paramilitary personnel out of necessity, nor did he think it would be the last. Since the fall of the Empire and the rise of the First Order, a galaxy of expendable mercs seemed to be plentiful but at the same time dangerously unpredictable. The Agent didn’t trust him in the slightest of course, but he also recognized an honor that wouldn’t cause the soldier to stab him in the back without good reason. Either way, neither of them was doing any good standing around, so onward they went down the very spine of the ship toward the bow, stepping over a handful of storm trooper corpses and durasteel fragments along the way.
@AcerRo
Whatever it is you're going to do, hopefully it's time to move this story along before it easily turns into the Vin & Nate slap-happy show.
Whatever it is you're going to do, hopefully it's time to move this story along before it easily turns into the Vin & Nate slap-happy show.
@AcerRo Well, the extent of my "apple pie" knowledge only goes as far as an episode of Justified, and that didn't end well for a few folks O.o
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10 yrs ago
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Check. Your move chica ;)
So, I'm trying to keep things open enough for you to make your own decisions, but at the same time I have to set up certain scenarios that make sense for the story line.
A couple of things of note:
- Kelly & Czi are locked in a basement with no windows, and one door, that is keycard access only.
- Czigani is locked in a cage that is locked/unlocked by some kind of mechanical locking mechanism in the room.
- Both of you are unsure when the 2nd orderly is going to return.
At this point, I'll let you take this scene and see where your creativity goes. You can also add a bit of Czigani's dialogue based on what you think she may say, because otherwise she'll just be silent...unless you just tell her to STFU while you find a way out :)
So, I'm trying to keep things open enough for you to make your own decisions, but at the same time I have to set up certain scenarios that make sense for the story line.
A couple of things of note:
- Kelly & Czi are locked in a basement with no windows, and one door, that is keycard access only.
- Czigani is locked in a cage that is locked/unlocked by some kind of mechanical locking mechanism in the room.
- Both of you are unsure when the 2nd orderly is going to return.
At this point, I'll let you take this scene and see where your creativity goes. You can also add a bit of Czigani's dialogue based on what you think she may say, because otherwise she'll just be silent...unless you just tell her to STFU while you find a way out :)
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