Lol Heidi's gauntlet was supposed to be inspired by the iron man suit, but now, what if it's the other way round?
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Heidi was still a bit angry, but Tony had just made a good point. She leaned in after Doug had finished speaking. "Wait, help people? What do you mean, help people? What could I do differently to training to be an X-Man?" Heidi had more questions she wanted to ask Tony, about such things as the nature of the 'bad memories', though that might be a topic best left alone.
After about a minute, by which time, nobody in the class had even close to caught up with Heidi's progress, the teacher had asked another question. She resisted the temptation to answer it. She really hated doing something that even might be thought of as showing off, but she knew that nobody else in this class was going to answer it either, so she muttered the answer loud enough for Doug to hear, in fluent Chinese;
"Korean has similarities to Japanese and Turkish in regards to syntax, but unlike either, has it's own, unique alphabet not shared with any other country. Each Korean character is one syllable made up of three letters."
Doug was the only other one in the classroom to know what she just said, and for the first time for as long as she could remember, that made her feel a little proud. She didn't even know why that was different to the other times. Was it the fact that nobody knew what she'd said? Had Tony's words or attitude affected her subconsciously? She couldn't say.
Heidi was still a bit angry, but Tony had just made a good point. She leaned in after Doug had finished speaking. "Wait, help people? What do you mean, help people? What could I do differently to training to be an X-Man?" Heidi had more questions she wanted to ask Tony, about such things as the nature of the 'bad memories', though that might be a topic best left alone.
After about a minute, by which time, nobody in the class had even close to caught up with Heidi's progress, the teacher had asked another question. She resisted the temptation to answer it. She really hated doing something that even might be thought of as showing off, but she knew that nobody else in this class was going to answer it either, so she muttered the answer loud enough for Doug to hear, in fluent Chinese;
"Korean has similarities to Japanese and Turkish in regards to syntax, but unlike either, has it's own, unique alphabet not shared with any other country. Each Korean character is one syllable made up of three letters."
Doug was the only other one in the classroom to know what she just said, and for the first time for as long as she could remember, that made her feel a little proud. She didn't even know why that was different to the other times. Was it the fact that nobody knew what she'd said? Had Tony's words or attitude affected her subconsciously? She couldn't say.
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Heidi looked a bit surprised as she heard the greeting. So, they were going to be learning Korean next. That was an interesting choice, to say the least. She picked up the starter book on Korean, and started to flick through it. Doug was making some good points. Being able to speak the language of a country you were on a mission for was a very useful thing.
She stopped reading. She had already gotten through half the book and had been silent for five minutes. She hadn't missed anything, and if anything had been expected of her, she would have noticed, but even so, this was hardly 'engaging with the class', though she didn't like doing that either. Still, Tony's question irked her a little bit, and she decided to act on this for once. She turned to him.
"Isn't learning the world's languages why we took this class?" she asked.
Heidi looked a bit surprised as she heard the greeting. So, they were going to be learning Korean next. That was an interesting choice, to say the least. She picked up the starter book on Korean, and started to flick through it. Doug was making some good points. Being able to speak the language of a country you were on a mission for was a very useful thing.
She stopped reading. She had already gotten through half the book and had been silent for five minutes. She hadn't missed anything, and if anything had been expected of her, she would have noticed, but even so, this was hardly 'engaging with the class', though she didn't like doing that either. Still, Tony's question irked her a little bit, and she decided to act on this for once. She turned to him.
"Isn't learning the world's languages why we took this class?" she asked.
Posted. Thought I'd start it at night in the port town so we can do a little bit of character interaction before we set sail.
I've never GMed before so if anybody has any input ever, I'd love to hear it.
I've never GMed before so if anybody has any input ever, I'd love to hear it.
The ship set sail from Plymouth on a bright, cloudless August morning, in the year 1721. The crew were not told much about the purpose of the voyage other than it was to recover a hidden fortune left behind by a wealthy and deceased Privateer by the name of John Galloway. One thing the crew did not know was the true nature their Captain, who was ever confident, laughing heartily with his shipmates, but always refused to drink alcohol, saying it dulled the senses and that a good Captain always needed to be alert. Their Captain, who was rumoured to consult a map in their quarters that no other shipmate had ever laid eyes on but told of the location of the hidden fortune. Their Captain was a girl. John Galloway's daughter, in fact. Her name was Mary-Anne Galloway. Superstition prohibited women from travelling on ships. It was bad luck, so she disguised herself as a boy. She'd been around sailors all her life, and it was easy to fall into the mannerisms and the tone of voice needed for her crew to believe that she was not just a he, but a manly, seasoned salty sea-dog.
One day she brought the elusive map out in public, and claimed that they had arrived, though there was no landmarks or land of any kind in any direction. But she knew what she was doing. She had been taught how to read this map properly. You had to reach the edge of it, and then go just past that. Quickly, a storm began to pick up, and despite the preparations of the crew, it was too much for the ship to handle, and the storm got worse and worse, and thunder began to crackle from the sky, and the waves began to dwarf the ship, as if the world itself didn't want them to carry on their course.
When the survivors awoke next, they were on a beach, cold and sodden, washed ashore among bodies and splintered wood. The Captain was nowhere to be found, nor the map. As they'd venture further ashore, they'd find a town, harbouring many small boats that looked like nothing they'd ever seen before, and among them, one proper galleon, even more impressive than the one they'd sailed on. The hands at the docks would tell anybody who asked that the ship belongs to a mister James Roper, who could be found in the nearby tavern, and he's looking for a crew...
All the known survivors of the wreck signed up for Captain Roper's ship, as did several natives. At the en of the day, the complete crew assembled on the deck, and the roles were assigned for the loading of goods and preparation of the voyage. Among them were as followed; James Spencer to oversee the preparation of the sails and rigging, as this kind of ship isn't a style known to the natives. Jay and Cassidy, among others, to transport provisions to the cargo hold. Meryl to provide inventory. Mary-Anne and the Captain retired in private for much of the preparation, as they had matters to discuss.
Once these tasks were done, it was deemed to dark to set sail, so they would spend the evening in the port town, stay overnight, and set sail in the morning. James Roper finally emerged from the Captain's Quarters and called out, in a thick Yorkshire accent; "Anybody who wants to join me in the Tavern is welcome to! i'd like to get you know you all a little better!" which was met with cheers from a lot of the crew, quickly vacating the ship. Shortly after, Mary-Anne emerged, in a dress, though if any of her old crew lingered and stared too long at this woman who had demanded so much of their new Captain's attention, she might look familiar...
One day she brought the elusive map out in public, and claimed that they had arrived, though there was no landmarks or land of any kind in any direction. But she knew what she was doing. She had been taught how to read this map properly. You had to reach the edge of it, and then go just past that. Quickly, a storm began to pick up, and despite the preparations of the crew, it was too much for the ship to handle, and the storm got worse and worse, and thunder began to crackle from the sky, and the waves began to dwarf the ship, as if the world itself didn't want them to carry on their course.
When the survivors awoke next, they were on a beach, cold and sodden, washed ashore among bodies and splintered wood. The Captain was nowhere to be found, nor the map. As they'd venture further ashore, they'd find a town, harbouring many small boats that looked like nothing they'd ever seen before, and among them, one proper galleon, even more impressive than the one they'd sailed on. The hands at the docks would tell anybody who asked that the ship belongs to a mister James Roper, who could be found in the nearby tavern, and he's looking for a crew...
All the known survivors of the wreck signed up for Captain Roper's ship, as did several natives. At the en of the day, the complete crew assembled on the deck, and the roles were assigned for the loading of goods and preparation of the voyage. Among them were as followed; James Spencer to oversee the preparation of the sails and rigging, as this kind of ship isn't a style known to the natives. Jay and Cassidy, among others, to transport provisions to the cargo hold. Meryl to provide inventory. Mary-Anne and the Captain retired in private for much of the preparation, as they had matters to discuss.
Once these tasks were done, it was deemed to dark to set sail, so they would spend the evening in the port town, stay overnight, and set sail in the morning. James Roper finally emerged from the Captain's Quarters and called out, in a thick Yorkshire accent; "Anybody who wants to join me in the Tavern is welcome to! i'd like to get you know you all a little better!" which was met with cheers from a lot of the crew, quickly vacating the ship. Shortly after, Mary-Anne emerged, in a dress, though if any of her old crew lingered and stared too long at this woman who had demanded so much of their new Captain's attention, she might look familiar...
So, the applications have slowed. Who wants to go ahead and start? Or should I wait for some more?
Anyone wants to rp with any of my chars in that post, feel free
Oscar, fresh from his match, gave Chris Dent a parting handshake. The young talent was leaving straight after the match to get some sleep, because there was an indie show tomorrow and he wanted to be well-rested. That, thought Oscar, was the hard-working and dedicated attitude that will see him go far in this industry. Oscar wouldn't be surprised if he got signed to AWE in a few years.
After getting changed in an empty changing room as nobody was on for a while and Gethin was currently being interviewed, Oscar left the locker room and started making his way through the corridors, like a sheriff patrolling his town. And it was true. With Will on the shelf, he was the de-facto leader of the locker room.
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Gary Palmer was sitting in a makeshift office with the door open, and his head in his hands, the caffeine buzz wearing off. If anybody wanted to chat, or talk booking, or writing, he was free. Right now, he was doing his head in trying to write a Thunderbird promo flexible enough to stand up to Sexton's tendency to go off the script. If Thunderbird had Sexton's talent for improvisation, the writing lads could leave them too it, but that wasn't an option. Trying to get Sexton to agree to perform a scripted promo wasn't an option either.
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Andrew Gosforth, the large, friendly Scot, was in the building for the first time in months. He'd spent the last fortnight training, and then he'd been on the road a day or two shooting with a crew of AWE personnel, which was currently being edited into a segment, which would be shown later tonight. He high-fived and hugged a few staff as he entered the building, but hadn't yet seen any of the actual performers. Still, it was good to be back in the machine.
After getting changed in an empty changing room as nobody was on for a while and Gethin was currently being interviewed, Oscar left the locker room and started making his way through the corridors, like a sheriff patrolling his town. And it was true. With Will on the shelf, he was the de-facto leader of the locker room.
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Gary Palmer was sitting in a makeshift office with the door open, and his head in his hands, the caffeine buzz wearing off. If anybody wanted to chat, or talk booking, or writing, he was free. Right now, he was doing his head in trying to write a Thunderbird promo flexible enough to stand up to Sexton's tendency to go off the script. If Thunderbird had Sexton's talent for improvisation, the writing lads could leave them too it, but that wasn't an option. Trying to get Sexton to agree to perform a scripted promo wasn't an option either.
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Andrew Gosforth, the large, friendly Scot, was in the building for the first time in months. He'd spent the last fortnight training, and then he'd been on the road a day or two shooting with a crew of AWE personnel, which was currently being edited into a segment, which would be shown later tonight. He high-fived and hugged a few staff as he entered the building, but hadn't yet seen any of the actual performers. Still, it was good to be back in the machine.
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