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4 days ago
Current shit, spring the synapses for,motherfucking, pumpkin period already.
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13 days ago
roleplayerguild.com/topics/… Ship leaving tomorrow/late tonight. Get your ticket to taxes and terror.
14 days ago
roleplayerguild.com/topics/… Last chance to reserve your spot and get mauled to death by security for your protection
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14 days ago
roleplayerguild.com/topics/… Starting soon. Explore the stars. Get depressed in the stars. Get eaten by stars.
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15 days ago
roleplayerguild.com/topics/… Almost got a base crew. Come get fined into eternal debt. IN SPACE.
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Bio

Role Play Preferences: Pretty much everything except playing other characters and most slice of life plots. Elastic on most shit.

Fandoms: Silent hill, Homestuck, Bioshock(1-2) and pretty much all of HP lovecraft's stuff.

Personality: Ambiguously ?????????????????.

Favorite Homestuck characters: In order: Eridan, Karkat, gamzee, John.

Hate kanaya and Jade.

My Homestuck class: Bard of Void

Likes: Scented Candles, Writing, RP'ing-in almost any form really. Even if I haven't tried it before- Pixel Art, Making things period, Dressing up in my mad mass. Talking to folks. <3 that understand what I say all the time without me having to tame my tongue.

Dislike: Political talk-light prods for opinions are fine though if private- Being tied down. Talking about myself too much. Playing party therapist, Edgy shit.

Pretty approachable, most of the time I'm all fine with, motherfucking. dancing down a door way to someone else grounds to chill. I tend to either be chilling or drilling the oil out of the works so random absence or silences are a normal.

my 1 x 1 IC

Most Recent Posts

@datadogie

I'm going to plug you in next post after everyone gets a chance to react.
DOCKING PHASE


Vague Silihoutes blended into wobbling mixtures of uniforms as the masses funneled through one of the many civs of miniscule lines towards the lime glow horizion of the outside world. Armored guards hovered overhead in their great stature, peering from mirroed visors in a warped reflection of every passing face below while cameras continously flashed and beeped green at every passing person. As you were pushed by the line behind you onward one makes an off "EEEEEEHHHHHHH!".

Screams, scuffles and cries follow as several officers of jagged gold strolled through you all like water. By the time they got to whoever their target was you were pulled too far into the pipeline of proccessing to see what was happening. A flash sends the world white, you hazily percieve a buzzling, twitching digital eye inside a box titled "Check B 23" it beeped a green light before those behind pushed you to move forward.

"Do not step out of line. If you step out of line you are to be escorted back inside the Mammoth by security. Do not hold up the line, purposeful holding up processing is wasteful expenses of party resources. That is a crime" The voice monlogued this with a tired droll shining through the buzzing mic quality.

The hours melted your posture as fatigue set in, you never knew you could get so tired by doing nothing, yet that blooming exit never seeming to get closer. You walked up to check point B 1. A single man wearing a sandy suit with a gold badge sparkling "honuary party member" on its front stoicly sat straight away from you towards an old computer. The computer gave a beeping sound and he tapped at the desk, curtly snapping "Work Contract"

He inspected it with swiping red fizzle of his augmented visor in place of his eyes "You and your crew will be meeting up at dock C-47. You can go"

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As you walked into the horizion the floor became more and more metallic and hollow, ringing louder with a thudding clatter as a thin spread of people strode on. The atmosphere had changed, tired, beaten, sweating, sure, but everyone had a mild smile of relief or a bubbling antipation that lifted their cheeks into wide grins. Eyes sparkled as the soft, green light consumed your world into a fizzling haze of shadows.

IMMEDIATELY every sense shot at you with the intensity of a flash back. The sounds of shouting, actual shouting, not argueing rigned in the distance as people talked, bargained and even joked with each other. A hum of crowds conversing cackled with the soft but notable ambience of a waterfall, you could even hear the clatter of activity that sent waves of possible events into your head.

Smells followed, real smells, food smells, they wiggled up your nostrils like erotic snakes. Sizzling steak that hissed promises, you can feel the juices travel in the air, wet noodles doused spring onions beckoning you forth, a mild sting of curry peppers declaring a chllaenge. Real food, real market food that you'd be lucky to get even with connections on the Mammoth. Slowly the world blured into an oily spectrum of light before falling together.

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Stores! Actual stores! Actual people. Actual space. Actual air. Even the light feels like a soft blanket of solar rays compared to Mammoth. It wasn't clean, it wasn' sterilized, and despite the occasional security officer stomping on patrol it wasn't nearly as controlled.

Then he ruined it. Golden medals lining up his jacket, his eyes unnaturally bright and wide, he skin perfectly clear and barely a day over 24. He grinned at you, not a warm grin, the same kind of mild grin you reserve for when the shipment of pens comes in time. An official grin of calculation "I've been...-ATHEM-" He cuts off and holds up an enevelope with a bulge in it.

-"We've been waiting for you. Zetla Crew. This way to dock C-47"



shit, quality quiill acceleration and ink,motherfucking, placement, kindred. I'll post the scene shift very soon. Got to rotate the cogs a bit to get my head out of the procrastination programme. Tomorrow will be the last hours of transit phase.
@Voltus_Ventus

I'm, motherfucking, moving the mettle late night tomorrow-or the day after- for it's worth. If you guys got stuff that almost ready to post it's better to do a clean up or skirting finish and post it. Finished content is better than no content, always.
@MythicGaming

shit, indications of greetings there, indiana jones. You literally just,motherfucking, slide your spine protector under the closing tomb door of the transit phase.

Accepted.

Shit, I like the gag. Keep in mind though that some folks have got some serious characters in here too so try to keep the joke in sync with the group from time to time- just a suggestion, brother- but I'll trust you to handle him scene to scene.

Wrapping Up


Transit phase will bought to an end shortly.

Prepare for scene shifts. You can still post replies and scenes if you do it quickly before docking phase takes place.

@officaz

Don't forget to move your sheet to the character bank. If the,motherfucking, pixel permeater(code) is giving you shingles in the singles, let me know and I'll move it for you with the code in place.

@6slyboy6

no callousness my,motherfucking, sprout of speech but due to silence I've removed your reservation. You can still join if you like but with your presence being a bit enignamtic there and the transit phase closing in to a dead line it didn't seem fair to any potential newer party members interested.

You can still make a sheet for it though.
@Starlance@Bazmund@datadogie@Eyelid@officaz

Wrapping up late tomorrow Just keep in mind that it's a warning that I will make a post shuffling all players to do the next stage shortly after I post it. You still have some time post in transit.

After we are off transit phase you guys will get to vote on your ships-and you'll recieve your C training- once the ship and it's utilities is chosen.

If you're wondering why I didn't,motherfucking, give you you're C training PM earlier. It's because a lot of C training info determined by your ship type. It's totally reliant on your ship type for the captain in fact.


No pressure but I'll start prodding for posts soon.
@Bazmund

OverSeer is a bit too heavy of a role to NPC without it splitting up my attention considerably. We'll roll without an OS fine. We still got an A.I and most of the other crew types.

You're accepted. Don't forget to add a hider to the sheet as a whole,comrade. You can talk in the transit phase or not. Don't forget that you have a list of base augments underneath your package augments too in your character and how soft coding affects him.
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