Voltus_Ventus

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

I'm frantically working on a reply to Prince's post! I'm so sorry for delaying us. >~<

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

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It gets easier when you have other posts to play off and react to.

Good first post, and I never tried to be centre of attention. Though it seems I am!

@PrinceAlexus

Perhaps our characters know each other? Ever so slightly maybe?

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

@Voltus_Ventus

Yay. Glad to see you join us!

@PrinceAlexus

It took me far too long.

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Finally! Done!

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

~The Summerson Estate~

"The manor house was filled with dusty furniture, dusty fittings and dusty everything in between. To call it a manor was a stretch, it was large and lavish for certain but did not carry the size or stuffy air that a mansion would otherwise have. Max's room was the smallest in the house, the biggest he had set aside for his mother but at the dawn of her waning years, she preferred to sleep in one of the smaller parlors downstairs, where Max had a bed set for her. Despite having mostly stepped back from piloting, in his heart Max continued to hold a strong proclivity towards appearing as what he wanted to be; a pilot. He peered back at himself from the glazed surface of the mirror, all bags and bloodshot. Max had difficulties sleeping as of late, he pretended more so for himself that it was his mattress, but deep inside he knew it was his spirit guttering.

Max reached for the dresser top and grasped on to the the handle of a brush, carelessly smoothing his hair into a casual mess. He glanced down for a moment, breaking contact with the eyes of his mirror-bound doppelgänger. His hair fell over his eyes, much to his relief. Max had lost a significant amount of weight, a combination of stress, poor eating and far more smoking than usual having killed his appetite. 'A little longer and your ribs will show.' Max shoved that thought out of his head and stood up, reaching for a white shirt and pulling it on.

Stepping out into early morning sun, Max threw his leather jacket over his shoulder and began to make his way across the drive way. Heeled boots moved swiftly across cobbled stones as he approached the row shaped structure that was the garage; back when all his siblings lived in the family home, and when the family was more affluent, the garage was full of polished cars. Now all that was left were two, a posher sedan that his mother insisted on holding on to, and a Mercedes 1979 SL convertible. The car was cool to the touch, and Max ran his fingers over the hood as he approached the drive side door from the front. The reflection of the car fell on his blue-chrome aviators, and Max couldn't help but crack a smile.

~Freeway to Sol~

From inside the car, moving at speed, the world fell away from the rear view mirror to a sound not unlike rushing water. If one payed attention to the sound long enough, they would surely crash their car. The freeway was desolate where Max raced ahead, gear shifting and engine thrumming, like the noises of some monstrous, metal beast. Sol was painted on a distant sky, the car seeming to make no progress towards it, but in the corner of Max's eye, a sickly light called out to him. The traffic control's many reflective windows made it look like a blazing torch.

Max cocked his jaw as he caught glimpse of Sol International Airport in his wing mirror. It was a distaste harbored in him by his father, it wasn't the money that angered him, it was the loss of pride. Looking away, Max throttled the gear up and the car raced forwards, he would have described it as flying a plane. But nothing really comes close to flying a plane.

The Airport bled away from the mirror as The car drifted through a bend, the wheels screeching for only an instant, a smile crossing Max's stern face. In the back back of the car, technical drawings rolled into tubes, shoved into tubes, rattled about; Max was heading for a meeting with a contractor he had been hired by to do some calculations for the foundations on a new office block, the maths was simple and he wondered if the companies he worked for just pitied him. The smile melted off his face, turning the music up on the radio, he headed into town with a sullen expression.

~The Old Starboard~

Pushing through the doors of The Old Starboard, Max stepped out of the afternoon sun and into the comforting dim of the bar and grill. He reached for his face and drew off his sunglasses, tucking them into the front pocket of his white shirt. His flight jacket suddenly began to make him uncomfortably warm, the leather and fur affair working a bit too well. Max began pulling it off as he crossed the room towards the counter, draping the bomber jacket over his shoulder.

The Summerson & Suhl logo was embroidered in white thread on the back, and various patches and badges were sewed onto the shoulders and sleeves. Many were from flight school, others he had made personally for his own aesthetic.

Max pulled himself on to a stool and scanned the bar as the bartender drew near, there were a few people around, no one he really recognized at first glance. His eyes locked on a girl in a corner, flanked by two other men, he squinted, wondering if the familiarity he felt was real or not. It was not until the bartender had asked for a second time what he wanted that Max snapped out of it.

"Coffee, Irish."

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@PrinceAlexus

Let's go ahead and move this over.

@Voltus_Ventus

Do you mind if we move this airport a smidge closer to the city? Maybe like 30 mins away from downtown? Also, is there a particular picture you want to use? If not, we'll find one to make the entry complete.

@Pilatus

Go ahead, 30 mins is fine by me.

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Solaris County Regional Airport, opened and inaugurated on the 4th of September, 1951, services Sol City and the surrounding counties. Established as a result of the discovery of natural gas in the greater Sol area. The original airport, purchased from a private citizen by the Berry Petroleum Company, was a few flattened dirt strips on a dusty plain, used to take off and land crop dusters. However with the influx of entrepreneurs and BPC employees, the airport was enlarged and a terminal building added on neighboring purchased land.

Once gas fields had been depleted in the early 90s, Berry lost interest in the region and the utility was purchased by the Sol City Civil Aviation Comity. SCCAC promptly built new terminals, and with private investment formed Solaire (SCRA-S) from the purchased fleets and infrastructures of surrounding regional airlines, forming the largest airline in the region.

Though you didn't need me to tell you that, you could have just visited the airport museum.

Solaire continued to be a dominant player in regional flights well into the 80s, consistently preforming well on a quarterly basis. Partnering up with a smaller, Solaris County based aviation firm, the company petitioned congress with air traffic control of regional airspace. However plans were quickly derailed with the entry of a rival petition from Pan-American and their junior company, Daedalus. The smaller initial partner with Solaire withdrew from the deal as a response to unfair business practices from the PanAm subsidiary.

Solaire eventually lost the battle for control of regional airspace to Daedalus, and with leaked plans to try and buy out their smaller partner, they lost them too. Bad soon turned to worse, in the late 90s the company had to default on debt it owed to the bank, and had to hand over its outer-city terminal to the bank. Subsequently the property was purchased by Daedalus, who too was hemorrhaging money until that point but swiftly recovered.

Accusations of foul play flew around but no court cases ever materialized.

Modern day Solaire (SCRCH-S) is a shadow of its previous self, operating an hour out of the city and mainly servicing the industrial estate nearby, as a cargo operator. Occasionally handling budget passengers.

Was told to put this here, just helping out with fleshing out the city history.

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Max Sylvester Summerson

Age: 28, just.

Apparel:

Height: 5'11

Weight: 145 Ibs

Likes: Cigarettes, Cigars and Malt Whiskey; Fast Cars and Slow women; Coffee and Morning Mist; Working under the wing on a sunny day; Flying the plane in stormy weather; Lobster Thermidor and Pot Noodles; Letting off steam and Buckshot; Keats, Burns and Chaucer; Risk, Monopoly and DnD; Batting off of the wing of his plane; Big Dogs and sweeping up the runway; playing music loudly in a traffic jam.

Dislikes: Paying Taxes and Government Plane Inspectors; Large Airlines and Traffic Control; Electric Cars and Counting Pennies; Other Pilots and Other Mechanics; Daedalus and PanAm.

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Special Talent: Mental Arithmetic

Profession: Commercial Passenger/Cargo Pilot

Personality: A bit on the quiet side, when Max says something his voice demands attention, that said he's not an attention seeker by any stretch of the word. Despite that he is a fun loving, and creative individual when you've been around him enough, with a very genuine sense of life and openness. As of recently however he has become more irritable and moody, with the decline of his company and the loss of his one other employee. He lives his life in a state of barely satiated boredom, having relied on his own entertainment as his circle of friends is fairly scant. But when he is with people, people he likes, he likes to take part in good hearted mayhem. Max doesn't feel like he is above anyone, and that comes off in the way he speaks to people, this doesn't mean he won't speak up if he knows he's right.

Bio: To understand Max, one must take a trip back in time, to a time before he was born. Max's grandfather had emigrated from Germany to the United States in the Mid-30s, under his new, anglicized name Simon Summerson (previously Simone Zimmersonne). He had worked for Dornier as a technician at one of their engine works, and so had experience with motors and planes, as his engines went into Dornier's planes; the rise of the Nazi Party, however, convinced him to leave Germany. Quickly Simon found that his German Marks were worthless, and stuck in Britain as a young man with no credible references, he had to do petty work for petty cash. Once the war started however, he was drafted into the Airforce as a mechanic, and during desperate times he himself was forced to pilot fighters.

After the war, decorated and an ace, Simon made the final leg of his journey to America. There, on the cramped boat, he made the acquaintance of one Axel Suhlhoff (Anglicized to Axel Suhl), a German Catholic who managed to escape in the final months of the war to Spain. Both being native to south Germany, they stuck together; Axel had not come alone however, he traveled with his wife and children. And his sister, Mira (whom Simon later married). Upon arriving the group continued to travel together, and found a place to settle in Solaris County. There, with what funds they had left, opened a machine shop and worked on tractors and crop dusters. It was in the summer of 51, when the government was surplusing DC-3s, that year Summerson and Suhl entered the business of actual flying.

By the end of the 50s Suhl had passed away, but the company was in strong financial shape, the fleet had tripled to 9 planes by that time; making numerous flights every month under contract with state government. Summerson and Suhl continued to preform strongly for decades, hauling goods, mail and passengers and into and out of state. Plans for an air traffic control were drafted up and Martin, Simon's son, was acquiring finances when news arrived that Pan-America was opening a division on the west coast. Daedalus. Those plans of opening a terminal and getting the contract to traffic surrounding airspace were quickly put aside as an up hill battle ensured. Backed by the wealth of its mother company, Daedalus had established a large regional airport that quickly became international, state shifted its contracts with the newer airline and business began to dry up as a result of uncompetitive pricing of Daedalus deals.

During this time Max was being raised, his father had insisted Max and all his children go to public school, despite his considerable wealth. Max didn't do particularly well, nor did he do particularly poorly, he was an average student by all accounts, only really excelling in maths but not algebra. Max was considered one of the cool kids, but his choice of company never really expressed it. He tended towards hanging out with the "nerds", going so far that people called him King of the nerds, a title he begrudgingly accepted. In this time he got into bored games and maths championships, skipping out on parties and dating for a night of DnD or CoC. Not to say he's never had experience with with the other gender, but his experience is lacking. Upon graduation his father's connections easily found him a place in the state university, where mostly he kept his head down and did his work, all the while training to be a pilot. It had seemed as though he was the only one of his father's children who had any intention on joining the family business.

S&S slowly began to decline, and as did Martin's health, the once large fleet had to be sold off to cover medical expenses, and Daedalus tried numerous times to buy out the company to no avail.

Max assumed control of the company a week after his father's passing, by that point it was him, and one other pilot. And 9 silent DC-3s, the planes that his father had instructed him not to sell no matter what. Loyal customers continued to be loyal, keeping the company barely afloat, but the company never really operated at full capacity. Recently the other pilot left for a more lucrative contract at Daedalus, and Max carries out contracts very rarely, coasting on the money he was left by his father and his degree in Civil Engineering. Max resides in the large house that was once his family home, his siblings had all grown up and left, and the house was empty but for a few rooms. His mother continues to live with him, quietly assuming her duties as head of the house.

Your character's favorite song: youtube.com/watch?v=KVi1EOtWECo

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Max Sylvester Summerson

Age: 28, just.

Apparel:

Height: 5'11

Weight: 145 Ibs

Likes: Cigarettes, Cigars and Malt Whiskey; Fast Cars and Slow women; Coffee and Morning Mist; Working under the wing on a sunny day; Flying the plane in stormy weather; Lobster Thermidor and Pot Noodles; Letting off steam and Buckshot; Keats, Burns and Chaucer; Risk, Monopoly and DnD; Batting off of the wing of his plane; Big Dogs and sweeping up the runway; playing music loudly in a traffic jam.

Dislikes: Paying Taxes and Government Plane Inspectors; Large Airlines and Traffic Control; Electric Cars and Counting Pennies; Other Pilots and Other Mechanics; Daedalus and PanAm.

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Special Talent: Mental Arithmetic

Profession: Commercial Passenger/Cargo Pilot

Personality: A bit on the quiet side, when Max says something his voice demands attention, that said he's not an attention seeker by any stretch of the word. Despite that he is a fun loving, and creative individual when you've been around him enough, with a very genuine sense of life and openness. As of recently however he has become more irritable and moody, with the decline of his company and the loss of his one other employee. He lives his life in a state of barely satiated boredom, having relied on his own entertainment as his circle of friends is fairly scant. But when he is with people, people he likes, he likes to take part in good hearted mayhem. Max doesn't feel like he is above anyone, and that comes off in the way he speaks to people, this doesn't mean he won't speak up if he knows he's right.

Bio: To understand Max, one must take a trip back in time, to a time before he was born. Max's grandfather had emigrated from Germany to the United States in the Mid-30s, under his new, anglicized name Simon Summerson (previously Simone Zimmersonne). He had worked for Dornier as a technician at one of their engine works, and so had experience with motors and planes, as his engines went into Dornier's planes; the rise of the Nazi Party, however, convinced him to leave Germany. Quickly Simon found that his German Marks were worthless, and stuck in Britain as a young man with no credible references, he had to do petty work for petty cash. Once the war started however, he was drafted into the Airforce as a mechanic, and during desperate times he himself was forced to pilot fighters.

After the war, decorated and an ace, Simon made the final leg of his journey to America. There, on the cramped boat, he made the acquaintance of one Axel Suhlhoff (Anglicized to Axel Suhl), a German Catholic who managed to escape in the final months of the war to Spain. Both being native to south Germany, they stuck together; Axel had not come alone however, he traveled with his wife and children. And his sister, Mira (whom Simon later married). Upon arriving the group continued to travel together, and found a place to settle in Solaris County. There, with what funds they had left, opened a machine shop and worked on tractors and crop dusters. It was in the summer of 51, when the government was surplusing DC-3s, that year Summerson and Suhl entered the business of actual flying.

By the end of the 50s Suhl had passed away, but the company was in strong financial shape, the fleet had tripled to 9 planes by that time; making numerous flights every month under contract with state government. Summerson and Suhl continued to preform strongly for decades, hauling goods, mail and passengers and into and out of state. Plans for an air traffic control were drafted up and Martin, Simon's son, was acquiring finances when news arrived that Pan-America was opening a division on the west coast. Daedalus. Those plans of opening a terminal and getting the contract to traffic surrounding airspace were quickly put aside as an up hill battle ensured. Backed by the wealth of its mother company, Daedalus had established a large regional airport that quickly became international, state shifted its contracts with the newer airline and business began to dry up as a result of uncompetitive pricing of Daedalus deals.

During this time Max was being raised, his father had insisted Max and all his children go to public school, despite his considerable wealth. Max didn't do particularly well, nor did he do particularly poorly, he was an average student by all accounts, only really excelling in maths but not algebra. Max was considered one of the cool kids, but his choice of company never really expressed it. He tended towards hanging out with the "nerds", going so far that people called him King of the nerds, a title he begrudgingly accepted. In this time he got into bored games and maths championships, skipping out on parties and dating for a night of DnD or CoC. Not to say he's never had experience with with the other gender, but his experience is lacking. Upon graduation his father's connections easily found him a place in the state university, where mostly he kept his head down and did his work, all the while training to be a pilot. It had seemed as though he was the only one of his father's children who had any intention on joining the family business.

S&S slowly began to decline, and as did Martin's health, the once large fleet had to be sold off to cover medical expenses, and Daedalus tried numerous times to buy out the company to no avail.

Max assumed control of the company a week after his father's passing, by that point it was him, and one other pilot. And 9 silent DC-3s, the planes that his father had instructed him not to sell no matter what. Loyal customers continued to be loyal, keeping the company barely afloat, but the company never really operated at full capacity. Recently the other pilot left for a more lucrative contract at Daedalus, and Max carries out contracts very rarely, coasting on the money he was left by his father and his degree in Civil Engineering. Max resides in the large house that was once his family home, his siblings had all grown up and left, and the house was empty but for a few rooms. His mother continues to live with him, quietly assuming her duties as head of the house.

Your character's favorite song: youtube.com/watch?v=KVi1EOtWECo

Ready for consideration.

Open World/ Slice of Life, Old Concept - New Take

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Well, your more than welcome to join, and i can code in new locations later. the setting is not concrete by any means and we will be adding to it over time as it goes on.

Yeah, sorry i already have that one written and coded up.

@PrinceAlexus

Could I still perhaps PM you what I have? Maybe you could find some use in it? Or if anything just as a conversation piece?