SonnetNSunbeam

I am once again looking for fans of Dungeon Crawler Carl~

I havent made it all the way thru the series yet, #6 is next, but I'm super interested in something set in the DCC universe

Pines Holler - A Small Town SoL Sandbox RP [NOT Accepting]

Interested!

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

Mission Success & Drugs in the Workplace

Nicely done, Asteroid, though.....Christ, we're having an anti-drugs talk. I get it, it's Cali, you frankly inhale the stuff walking in the street, but I can't have you stoned and picking up boulders. Still, good work. The City Council will take it from here and decide if they should stay. Probably will.

Asteroid is astounded by the fact he was clocked as barely stoned while on the clock. He sputters- "I didn't say I smoked it? Whatever man." The last bit comes out with a bit of attitude. The rest of the shift, he just tries to keep his head down, not wanting any more negative attention.

- - -

Jet sits with his arms crossed at the end of the table farthest away from James during the drugs in the workplace talk. To begin with, he couldn't begin to understand how the dispatcher had figured out he'd hit the old ladies joint before coming back. It had been two puffs, probably not even enough to show up on a drug test. James got thru his entire spiel, and he was glad to hide his annoyance beneath his mask. The whole thing left a bad taste on in his mouth. He couldn't help but feel James was targeting him with this, that was until Madcap-

"SIR, YES, SIR! No drugs will be done in the workplace regardless of policy exemptions. Because drugs... ARE. EVIL."

Three sentences and Asteroid is rubbing his eyes thru the mask holes on his costume. Who is this guy? Is he joking? He has to pull his lips down into an exaggerated frown to keep from laughing aloud at the exchange. "Is this guy for real?" He whispers to whoever is sitting beside him.

Break

When Jet gets to the breakroom, he passes Eclipse at the table, and stares longingly at the vending machine. His dinner meal prep was in the fridge at home, delicious beef loin mein he'd made in a big batch at the start of his week. Mouth watering, he punches in the numbers to free a cup o' noodle from it's metal pusher. The thunk of it hitting the bottom coincides perfectly with Eclipse's groan.

He looks up to find Lightning Girl standing in front of him with a bag of chips. Ok- whatever that's about. Shifting his body as to not graze hers, he slides by Lightning Girl and approaches the sink.

And you do gravity stuff Asteroid,

Jet looks over at Lightning Girl and nods. "Ever hear the phrase 'falling with style?' He's filling up his dinner to the line. By the time he's pressing buttons on the microwave she's finished making her way thru the group. He too looks the group over- Princess for giving him the creeps, Eclipse as he squints at the employee handbook, the child who comes in, Payback for being immediately hostile towards said child, Lightning Girl for being so damn friendly, and finally Hat Trick- whose energy he cannot determine if he likes.

Then, Madcap, of course comes in with his bag of buns, and he finds himself pleasantly surprised to have some extra fuel to get him thru the day. "Yo- thanks? Where are these from?"

When Hat Trick starts taking photos, Jet leans farther forward in each consecutive photo as he rushes toward the camera trying to get the Hockey Player to quit it. "One of those is me from the back! And I don't have my shoes on?" Instead of the red bottomed black booties he wore with his costume, that lie kicked under a chair, he only sports a pair of mismatched black and white socks. He stops his pursuit at the door knowing that he ultimately doesn't have the cash to buy another cup of noodle if this one gets gross. So he turns back to the group seated at the table, and flops himself into an empty chair.

"So one more stretch before we get to go home? I'm supposed to be in bed in an hour" He lifts the bottom of his mask to just above the tip of his nose so he can shovel the noodles into his mouth and drink out of the cup.

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

SDN Claremont Locker Room

Jet's uniform hung half unzipped, pooling around him on the bench in front of his locker. The small black notebook in his left hand was a calendar, and he was inscribing his hours so he could verify SDN wasn't miscounting them. Someone yelled into the locker room making him nearly jump out of his skin. "Asteroid, you missed an emergency meeting, you're on mandatory overtime. Didn't you check your email?"

Incredulous, Jet shouted "I don't have a phone? How can overtime be mandatory?"

The office staffer just laughed turning on their heel "it sure sucks to be the new guy." Jet wasn't even that new, he'd had his training wheels off for almost a few months.

Grumbling, he stood too fast and hit his head on the bottom his open locker door. In his ear, his communicator chimed like some kind of gong. He had to reach out and steady himself, and reground himself in reality. It had reconnected to the server. After a couple beats of silence, a new dispatcher came thru the line.

"Asteroid, I've got a report of an abandoned trailer left in front of the Packing House that the City Council wants us to investigate. Not sure what it is, but can you find a way to identify who dumped it there? Find some clues, figure out if there's anything in the waste that gives it away, and report in when you come back."

"Ooh great, another new mysterious voice to get used to in my ear. Yeah, on the way." Pulling the zipper up and slamming his locker shut, he was enroute less than 2 minutes later.

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Abandoned Trailer - Packing House

---

Asteroid barrels thru the air, body bent backwards feet first. His already damp suit chafes against his lower back. In a last second decision, he pulls his body to the left, and lands next to the trailer rather than atop it.

It was a two axle trailer, not attached to a vehicle. Balanced on the two sets of wheels in the back, and three cinderblocks in the front, it didn't seem to rock at all when he pushed it. Someone had built this trailer themselves from odds and ends, but it was completely enclosed and wrapped in white metal & vinyl sheeting. "No, Knit" was stuck to the side in large purple vinyl letters.

He presses the side of his head to the trailer, listening for any sort of noise from the inside. All he hears is a very quiet series for slow beeps. Taking a look around at his surroundings, he finds a very crowded street, plenty of people ambling about, some kind of makers festival happening inside the building."Nobody told me there was going to be a party." Smugly, Asteroid thinks for a few minutes about what to do next.

Does it count as unlawful search if he's not a lawmen?

Attempt one, he tries to pull back a panel beside the door, he nicks a finger and decides the vinyl is too sharp to bend with his bare hands. Attempt two, he wonders if moving the trailer is the best bet, being that it's beeping in a crowded place. Reaching out with his powers, he tests the mass of the trailer, and unhappily finds it out of his weight class. On attempt three, he pulls on the six dial lock, hoping they didn't just leave the default pin programmed. Turns out, they hadn't even pushed the bar into it's mechanism. Six dials. Zero effort.

The trailer door springs away and upwards before Asteroid can stop it. The walls inside are completely covered in wire baskets, the contents every color of yarn he can imagine. In the middle is a folding card table surrounded by 5 women, who are passing a joint with knitting projects in their hands. "Can we help you?" One of the women is holding a large needle above her like she's going to bring it down into his neck.

"Oh sorry ladies," he fakes a chuckle, eyes locked on the end of the improvised weapon "I was looking for the.. uh unattractive ladies sewing group, and I seem to have stumbled into the attractive one."

A few smiles and laughs spill out of the trailer, and his eyes find a heart monitor attached to the oldest woman in the group. The slow beeping was a heart monitor. Trapped in her chapped lips is the joint. Now he knows that this is just another part of the yarn festival. "It's actually a knitting group, dear."

"Well I'll leave you ladies too it-" the weaponized needle in the air comes down slowly.

Like nails on a chalkboard, the oldest woman makes him an offer, all gums and no teeth. "Want a hit sugar?" He learns her name is Ruth.

That's how Asteroid spends the next 20 minutes passing a joint and learning how to make a slipknot from Jeanine, a flirtatous woman, old enough to be his mother.

He leaves, confused, a little high, and unsure if this mission counts as a success.

"Uh- yeah- dispatch? Trailer's full of.. textiles. And marijuana. And an ancient woman with a cardiac device. No threat unless the city council is anti knitting."

If someone asks him what took him so long, "Not my fault one of them needed help crossing the street."

roll results

Got a 5 on a physical die.

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

Jet Roads / Asteroid

"..If I have to lug your fat ass onto that ledge one more time, I'm [[heaving breaths]] gonna pass out."

Theme: Sleeping on the Ceiling - Friday Pilots Club

Age: 29

Face & Voice Claim: Josh O'Connor (voice from wake up dead man)

Appearance: He runs a half a pump of hair gel into his hair in the morning, just enough to give it volume. He's got a seemingly permanent five o' clock shadow outside of costume. He's lithe, with the physique of a tennis player. Wears a diamond earring, in his right lobe. Some prison fighting scars on his torso: two entry wounds from a plastic shiv, one in his upper right shoulder blade, the other in his stomach next to his belly button. Two tattoos, one of a tennis ball his left peck and a tattoo cover up- an asteroid. (behind it is his ex girlfriends name)

Civilian clothes are very much dressier than average. Always seen in some sort of floor length duster and matching leather shoes (one brown, one dusty black). Usually wears a sweater or sweater vest over a button up. His sleeves are sewn up into a rolled position (he did it himself). 5'11'' and kinda mad about it. Carries around an mp3 player, a notebook, and has a dumb phone. Wearing the ear piece for communication was nearly a deal breaker for the job, but they told him they'd buy him the best mp3 player so it could run the comms program instead of needing a smart phone.

Role at SDN: Hero - Phoenix Program

Background: He grew up into a family wealthy enough to get him into private school for high school, but was planning to go to a public college. He was of average intelligence, but was on the tennis and track teams. He'd tried to get into Boxing but his vigor was low. In 10th, he had a particularly competitive indoor tennis match, with his rival in the county. After trading a few barbs back and forth with a rival, they made a joke about how he had gotten lessons because of daddy's money since the last time he'd seen him (the kid was also wealthy). Jet was angry and hit the ball harder than normal, the yell he made was later used as proof of intent. For a brief moment, he wished the ball would hit him directly in the face. It did. Blood came spurting out of his nose, and he ended up with a skull fracture. He was booked and sent to prison for modifying a tennis ball in a match with intent to maim. There was no proof it had been him, but the tennis ball had gained mass inexplicably, nearly killing his opponent. He spent the next 5 years in prison, where his father completely disowned him since the 'devil had gotten him'.

While his relationship with his dad was more quiet in his teen years, his father said he'd "learned some respect", before that his father used to come home from his banking job and beat Jet frequently. It was so bad, the school started asking his mother questions. His mom homeschooled him for the rest of 5th grade, and put him into a private academy for middle school. He still calls his mother once a month when his father is away on business.

Since he got out, he spent some time running about with a few villains, generally stuff on contract for bigger bads. One of the people in this group was his ex girlfriend, when they broke up it broke up their group. This led him to be unable to find work, and he traded a petty charge to join SDN. He doesn't think they know about the rest (they don't.. mostly..?)

Hero - Asteroid

Appearance: Costume is primarily black, with a fabric that seems to shimmer like stars. It's got golden ornaments on the sides of his arms and legs, with a few smaller ones vertically on his body. They all point up to a convergence on his chest, which is supposed to look like the back flare of an asteroid. His headgear is meant to represent the actual asteroid, and is a black fabric with gold specs, and gray craters on it. The eye covering is black with golden edges. Bottoms of his feet are red, because one of the people in his old group needed to be able to see him when he launched up at the ceiling.

Powers: Gravity manipulation. Can't fly, but can fall with style. Can slow falling, and launch weight up to 500 pounds a max of 50 ft into the air speed directly correlating to weight. This amount would overexert himself and would cause him to wind up gravely ill. Fights with liquid absorbing orbs (think Orbeez but they're biodegradable), that he adds mass to, and throws. He stores them in a series of compartments in his clothes on his arms. When he adds weight, they grow. He always keeps a tennis ball on him as last resort.

Crimes (If Villain):
- Petty theft
- Intent to Maim or Injure
- Art theft
- Robbery with a weapon(?)
- Blackmail
- Piracy
- Counterfeiting Money

Likes: List some things your character likes
- Sports
- Gambling
- Watching Cheesy Rom Coms
- Magic the Gathering
- Going to Bars & Clubs
- Citrus
- Roller-skating

Dislikes: List some things your character dislikes
- Light Beer
- Religion
- The Legal System & Judges (Previously would go out of his way to harm them)
- Only Dinner as a Date
- Straight Razors
- Father figures (generally) or being parented by someone else
- Excessive Piercings (used to think they were hot, but on principle he dislikes them because of his ex)

Quirks:
- Bites only his thumb nails
- Wears lots of real and knockoff gold jewelry when he's going out as a civilian. Leaves the easy to steal ones as fake so they don't come back for the real stuff.
- Calls his mom once a month from anywhere but his own phone. If someone lets him use their phone, they can expect an inquiry from a private investigator hired by his father.
- Cannot eat corn, but loves it.
- Mends his own uniform using skills he picked up from prison.

Stat Specialisations:

Combat: 2
Vigor: 1
Mobility: 4
Charisma: 4
Intellect: 2

notes discovered through play

Has a best friend - Reynold - Older prision buddy. Protected him when he
Loves animals. Hates bureaucracy.
I don't like leather dusters, leather jackets for sure. Long brown/black feltish material coats.

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

@FourtyTwo did that fix it? I edited it in, I think it's because I used google drive to do it. But I found the images section on my profile! So hope that works!

Hiya!

@Novama Probably not, I'm not sure I have the background in Medieval to be a good partner for that!

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

Hope Jet is to your liking!

Jet Roads

"..If I have to lug your fat ass onto that ledge one more time, I'm [[heaving breaths]] gonna pass out."

Theme: Sleeping on the Ceiling - Friday Pilots Club

Age: 29

Face & Voice Claim: Josh O'Connor (voice from wake up dead man)

Appearance: He runs a half a pump of hair gel into his hair in the morning, just enough to give it volume. He's got a seemingly permanent five o' clock shadow outside of costume. He's lithe, with the physique of a tennis player. Wears a diamond earring, in his right lobe. Some prison fighting scars on his torso: two entry wounds from a plastic shiv, one in his upper right shoulder blade, the other in his stomach next to his belly button. Two tattoos, one of a tennis ball his left peck and a tattoo cover up- an asteroid. (behind it is his ex girlfriends name)

Civilian clothes are very much dressier than average. Always seen in some sort of floor length duster and matching leather shoes (one brown, one dusty black). Usually wears a sweater or sweater vest over a button up. His sleeves are sewn up into a rolled position (he did it himself). 5'11'' and kinda mad about it. Carries around an mp3 player, a notebook, and has a dumb phone. Wearing the ear piece for communication was nearly a deal breaker for the job, but they told him they'd buy him the best mp3 player so it could run the comms program instead of needing a smart phone.

Role at SDN: Hero - Phoenix Program

Background: He grew up into a family wealthy enough to get him into private school for high school, but was planning to go to a public college. He was of average intelligence, but was on the tennis and track teams. He'd tried to get into Boxing but his vigor was low. In 10th, he had a particularly competitive indoor tennis match, with his rival in the county. After trading a few barbs back and forth with a rival, they made a joke about how he had gotten lessons because of daddy's money since the last time he'd seen him (the kid was also wealthy). Jet was angry and hit the ball harder than normal, the yell he made was later used as proof of intent. For a brief moment, he wished the ball would hit him directly in the face. It did. Blood came spurting out of his nose, and he ended up with a skull fracture. He was booked and sent to prison for modifying a tennis ball in a match with intent to maim. There was no proof it had been him, but the tennis ball had gained mass inexplicably, nearly killing his opponent. He spent the next 5 years in prison, where his father completely disowned him since the 'devil had gotten him'.

While his relationship with his dad was more quiet in his teen years, his father said he'd "learned some respect", before that his father used to come home from his banking job and beat Jet frequently. It was so bad, the school started asking his mother questions. His mom homeschooled him for the rest of 5th grade, and put him into a private academy for middle school. He still calls his mother once a month when his father is away on business.

Since he got out, he spent some time running about with a few villains, generally stuff on contract for bigger bads. One of the people in this group was his ex girlfriend, when they broke up it broke up their group. This led him to be unable to find work, and he traded a petty charge to join SDN. He doesn't think they know about the rest (they don't.. mostly..?)

Hero - Asteroid

Appearance: Costume is primarily black, with a fabric that seems to shimmer like stars. It's got golden ornaments on the sides of his arms and legs, with a few smaller ones vertically on his body. They all point up to a convergence on his chest, which is supposed to look like the back flare of an asteroid. His headgear is meant to represent the actual asteroid, and is a black fabric with gold specs, and gray craters on it. The eye covering is black with golden edges. Bottoms of his feet are red, because one of the people in his old group needed to be able to see him when he launched up at the ceiling.

Powers: Gravity manipulation. Can't fly, but can fall with style. Can slow falling, and launch weight up to 500 pounds a max of 50 ft into the air speed directly correlating to weight. This amount would overexert himself and would cause him to wind up gravely ill. Fights with liquid absorbing orbs (think Orbeez but they're biodegradable), that he adds mass to, and throws. He stores them in a series of compartments in his clothes on his arms. When he adds weight, they grow. He always keeps a tennis ball on him as last resort.

Crimes (If Villain):
- Petty theft
- Intent to Maim or Injure
- Art theft
- Robbery with a weapon(?)
- Blackmail
- Piracy
- Counterfeiting Money

Likes: List some things your character likes
- Sports
- Gambling
- Watching Cheesy Rom Coms
- Magic the Gathering
- Going to Bars & Clubs
- Citrus
- Roller-skating

Dislikes: List some things your character dislikes
- Light Beer
- Religion
- The Legal System & Judges (Previously would go out of his way to harm them)
- Only Dinner as a Date
- Straight Razors
- Father figures (generally) or being parented by someone else
- Excessive Piercings (used to think they were hot, but on principle he dislikes them because of his ex)

Quirks:
- Bites only his thumb nails
- Wears lots of real and knockoff gold jewelry when he's going out as a civilian. Leaves the easy to steal ones as fake so they don't come back for the real stuff.
- Calls his mom once a month from anywhere but his own phone. If someone lets him use their phone, they can expect an inquiry from a private investigator hired by his father.
- Cannot eat corn, but loves it.
- Mends his own uniform using skills he picked up from prison.

Stat Specialisations:

Combat: 2
Vigor: 1
Mobility: 4
Charisma: 3
Intellect: 2

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

@FourtyTwo

Should I pitch here, or in the Character tab?

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

I am definitely interested in this!