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2014-06-22 21:23

Who: Miscun natives, OPEN
Where: Kore, capital city of planet Miscun
When: June 22-26
Warnings: Probably jail.

When you step off the shuttle to Kore, representatives from the Temple are waiting to greet you. Or at least they're waiting to inspect you; their actual greetings are short and rather unfriendly, but they do seem quite interested in you. Every single citizen visiting Miscun's surface gets looked over carefully, and some of the more unusual-looking types get questions about where they're from. The atmosphere seems like it should be welcoming, but instead it feels more like you are being judged for something.

[ooc: threads for various locations are available below. At this point, players are free to use NPCs however they wish; mod-controlled NPCs may appear in the Temple threads.]

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2014-06-19 08:02

smallest

Who: Francœur and YOU
Where: Around the city
When: Juno 16
Warnings: Gross bug moulting habits
( Read more... )

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2014-06-04 12:23

crux_mods

Who: Councilor Labismat, Science Captain Urist McEngineer, OPEN
Where: V’Vorte
When: June 4th-8th
Warnings: N/A

The Fleet stations itself near V’Varga, the more populated planet of the V’V system, but the majority of the ships are ferrying people down to V’Vorte. Mainly desert, the only things of interest on it seem to be the Mining Plains, which stretch for hundreds of miles; the Blue Circus, which lights up the nights with laser shows and fireworks; and the small town that supports the first two and serves as a small island of normality among the eccentric carnies and boisterous miners. There are rides to and from the Teuberg twice a day, in case you would rather not stay overnight, which are overseen by Science Captain McEngineer, who gives an energetic explanation of the types of metal needed when asked. Back on the Teuberg, Councilor Labismat can be found greeting the ships coming back in, checking on any progress being made.

The V’V natives are mostly humanoid in appearance, with reddened skin tones and large eyes that help them see in the dimmer light of their sun. Most of them, especially the miners, are quite friendly and seem unfazed by the variety of species the Fleet has brought to their doorstep. The only Transports who might get a second glance are the robotic ones, as the mining mechs vaguely resemble them.

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2014-05-23 22:18

totallytrustworthy

Who: Chloe Frazer and YOU???
Where: Teuberg City - various
When: 22st, 23rd
Warnings: None aside from the usual brand of stupidity

( Thieves are never the best tailors... )

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2014-05-16 14:05

smallest

Who: Francœur and YOU
Where: Bistro Deur
When: Forward dated to Majo 22, a few days after the Terabel event. Evening.
Warnings: None

( Cut for length )

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2014-05-13 20:15

crux_npcs

Who: The Sub-Fleet, Pirates
Where: The Domed City of Terabel
When: Afternoon, Majo 11th
Warnings: Space Violence

It takes a certain kind of someone to volunteer to defend a people they don't know, in a city they've never seen. Brave souls or perhaps just lovers of violence. Either way, the shuttles containing both the security forces to fight off the pirates and the science teams land safely, escorted by a few starfighters.

Fortunately, the people of Terabel breathe oxygen. Unfortunately, their entire city is designed for a race with wings. Large doors and open walls don't offer much cover, stairways or ladders are practically non-existent, and elevators just plain don't exist. Thankfully, the Fleet comes prepared for such situations. Everyone, even the Cybertronians, are issued jetpacks to get around comfortably, and grapnel guns for emergency purposes.

When they get a good view of the city, it's clear that the space pirates have already gotten started on their raid. Smoke can be seen cropping up as the looters burn whatever they can't use. From the sounds of things, they're being rather liberal with their explosives. The defenders will have to act quick if they want the Domed City to still resemble a city before the day is done! It's possible that some of the unthawed natives are still alive, but with every second that ticks by, that possibility diminishes.

For the science team, with or without the aid of the natives, their mission is to take stock of the workings of the city to find anything at all that could help with halting the city's solar swan dive.

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2014-05-12 21:29

crux_npcs

Who: The Sub-Fleet, Fleet Admiral Bulsara
Where: SPACE
When: Afternoon, Majo 11th
Warnings: Space Violence

( Read more... )

[There will be one thread for social stuff. People exploring the ship, possibly at the launch party, that kind of thing. The rest of this post will be dedicated to one thing: Space Combat. Mechs and starfighters, here's your chance. Ship captains, or at least NPCs, will be slugging it out between the ships while the mechs and starfighters do their thing.

Tomorrow, another post will go up. That will be the ground forces doing battle and science folks trying to figure out how to save the city. This event will be 'active' for a week in-universe, the Fleet was moving in the opposite direction and will rendezvous with the sub-fleet when the event's over. As always, backtagging will be a go after all of this.]

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2014-05-08 16:55

kingtyrantranger

Who: The Red Ranger
Where: Laundromat
When: Late Night, Majo 6th
Warnings: ???

( Read more... )

So there he was. Pulling a late night in the laundromat near the low-cost 'temporary' housing he'd yet to move out of. Anyone passing by will be treated to the sight of the Red Ranger, in full costume, folding underwear while apparently waiting for the rest of his laundry to finish up.

It beat sitting around in his boxers.

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2014-05-07 00:48

staygoldponybot

Who: all the stupid robots
Where: the sports coliseum
When: right now
Warnings: probably talk of war and other depressing things robots can't come without

( it might be a party if they didn't all despise each other )

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2014-05-04 20:12

commanderchekov

Who: Pavel Chekv and Kathryn Janeway
Where: Quark's Bar
When: May
Warnings: None

( ... )

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2014-05-05 00:26

alittlesweptup

Who: Charlie Cutter & YOU!
Where: Various
When: Catch-all from the 1st through the 8th.
Warnings: High likelihood of salty language, will update if necessary.

[Quark's]

Where there are sporting events, there's a simulcast to be found. Where there's sporting simulcasts in even semi-proximity of gambling tables, there's money to be made.

Charlie knows approximately jack all about approximately ninety percent of the games held in the Colliseum and beyond, but this is his element and he's a damn quick study when he likes to be. In this case - living off the generosity of the Fleet for this his second month and desperately trying to avoid considering gainful employment for as long as he's able -- Well, in this case he's got the motivation to learn all the finagling rules of space games and setting up shop at the end of the bar at Quark's seems as good a place as any to take in a few drinks, some chips and spend a few hours glued to both the simulcasts and the casual betting being had by any other patrons in the vicinity.

He doesn't risk his money on any of the sports that are too unfamiliar for him to have any kind of grasp on yet, but there's nothing overly complex about giant robot fights. When the simulcast turns over to one of those, Charlie orders another drink and cheerfully nudges whatever poor sod is sitting next to him.

"I'll bet you a tenner the blue one kicks the other one's arse."

[Street of the Gods]

He'd been before on Nate's recommendation, but a month after his own arrival and Charlie finds himself spending frequent afternoons meandering his way through the street of the gods. Not that he's the religious sort - superstitious yes and maybe there's a little faith in the concept of luck, if not Fortuna herself - but there's a strange kind of even keel to be found in the places where people put their trust. None of these gods belong to him (hell, most of them aren't even recognizable), but there's an order and purpose to the avenue that's as soothing as the indexing system in the fleet library. Categorized. Structured. Sensible in it's own way.

And Christ if he isn't missing a bit of that.

Charlie makes his way along the street, ducking into one of the churches (shrines? sanctuaries? God only knows) at random and finding it between services. Or maybe they haven't got services at all. Maybe it's just a glorified prayer box. That said there's benches running along the outer edge of the hall and he takes advantage of one by perching himself on the end of it. There are only a few other people in the sanctuary, stone silent, and he quickly finds himself needing to cough - does so, awkwardly and blustering.

"Pardon."

[WILDCARD - Choose Your Own Adventure!]
((ooc: I'm open to whatever!))

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2014-05-01 20:50

crux_npcs

Who: New Arrivals, Graham Baker
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon, Aprilo 29th
Warnings: None

When awakening, the immediate surroundings are swarming with activity and very chaotic. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. Especially not after some group of kooks earlier decided that they'd throw a tantrum and bug out of the hospital before anything can get said. Either given hospital outfits resembling very comfortable pajamas, drone bodies, or their own bodies, they are escorted by polite, unyielding people in red and black uniforms to the briefing room. Fortunately for the robots, things are much more organized.

The Briefing room is large. Not enough to accommodate a giant, but spacious enough for several dozen people. The tiles are black and featureless while the walls are nice, soothing colors. The chairs are high-backed and well-cushioned, more like comforting eggs floating a foot or so off the ground than anything else. Set into the ceiling and floor near the front is a large holographic projector. The floor in front of each seat also has a smaller projector, allowing people to see what the bigger device is showing without having to angle for a view. As of now, it merely displays a rotating pyramid.

Ten members of Security line the walls and various exits, looking rather displeased to be here. Graham Baker, a balding man in an ill-fitting suit, stands at the head of the room with an easy smile, seemingly unbothered by any previous ruckus.

[Questions to the NPCs will go in the briefing thread. The rest of the post is there for people to mill about and do whatever with. The mods will not be doing hangar/medical awakenings unless it's specifically asked for.]

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2014-04-27 18:03

tinywife

Who: Pinoko and YOU
Where: Quark's Bar - where everybody knows your name!
When: Backdated a couple days to Aprilo 23 - this past Friday - because I'm anal like that and there would actually be karaoke then.
Warnings: FEELS - this is a Pinoko post! Also will most likely include cavity inducing levels of cute!

Pinoko had been meaning to do this for awhile. She had asked around and even gotten Deadlock and Miss Gaige to agree to karaoke. And she had even had an outfit and songs and a date picked out and everything! And then the Teuberg had been attacked, everyone had gotten sick (Pinoko included), Pinoko had practically been living at the hospital tending to everyone, and she hadn't really gotten a chance to breathe or have any time for herself until recently.

So, once she had gotten a chance to pick out a new outfit, and reschedule with her new friends, she took herself down to Quark's on karaoke night. There would be singing and games and drinking of things and everything! She had arranged for people to just meet her at Quark's. That way if things came up, they could all meet up whenever.

She looked around the bar to see if any of her friends had arrived yet, or if there was anyone else she knew there. Even if not, Pinoko was game for making new friends. Or getting a drink. Hopefully they served non-alcoholic things here. It was time to find out!

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2014-04-25 19:27

shitflashpointsays

Who: Sentinel Prime and Flashpoint
Where: The hangar where the most recent Cybertronian arrivals are housed
When: Roughly now?
Warnings: Language, talk of violence, general assholeishness. Will update if needed.

( Too bad you missed it. )

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2014-04-24 17:44

shitflashpointsays

Who: Shockwave and Flashpoint
Where: An engineering lab on loan from the fleet
When: Shortly after this, so backdated A LOT.
Warnings: .5 explosions per hour. And maybe Flashpoint's mouth.

( Safety goggles required beyond this point )

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2014-04-06 09:15

tinywife

Who: Pinoko and YOU
Where: Sacred Heart Memorial Hospital
When: Days 1-5 after the event
Warnings: Feels. Lots and Lots of feels. Pinoko is a feels bomb naturally. But she's infected now... so. FEELS.

This was a mess! Pinoko had been called in (like just about everyone else on staff) to help with the scary virus which was spread by sound. How did viruses spread by sound? Viruses weren't supposed to work that way!

She was also trying to help patch up some of the people who had been hurt when the virus was first dropped. And there were a good number of those. Add to that the number of infection cases that kept coming in and... well... Pinoko was not having the best of days. (Especially since she was still taking classes on top of everything so some of this was stuff she was seeing for the very first time!)

"YOU! Get back in bed!" Pinoko yelled at one of the well-meaning patients trying to sneak off. "How is Pinoko supposed to get you better if you keep getting up? Damn!"

She blinked then. That... was new. Pinoko didn't swear. "I said a bad word," she said, blushing a little. "Maybe I should try that again..."

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2014-04-06 00:07

driftlock

Who: Deadlock and Flashpoint
Where: Flashpoint's quarters
When: The day after the attack is repelled
What: Someone has been hit by the huggy happy virus.
Warnings: Huglock.

The plan was simple: Deadlock grabbed his trophy from his latest kick-aftery, to show it to Flashpoint and make the annoying Autobot realize how much more awesome he was than she was. Maybe even get her to etch that on the battered armor of the helmet he'd taken off the bad guy for good measure. He was wording exactly how she should phrase it when he bumped into the annoying squishy, but, whatever. Brownian motion took its course and the human boinged off him and back into the crowd, and Deadlock was in far too good a mood to chase after and threaten it. There was a Flashpoint to irk and he never let go of mission objectives.

Except fraggin' Flashpoint wasn't home. Primus dammit, how dare she not be here to receive her taunting?!

Fine. He could wait. He slumped on her couch for a while, tapping his foot, helmet beside him. Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting was boring. And you know what? That picture was fraggin' crooked and it was driving him nuts. And then, fraggit, the utensils in the drawer weren't all square to each other. And then....

....when Flashpoint finally arrives home, it will be to find him on his hands and knees in her bedroom, de-dustbunnying under the bed. He may, in fact, even be humming.

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2014-04-05 16:36

soul_sister

Who: Rosette and YOU
Where: One of the main thoroughfares into the market
When: Several hours after the attack has been repelled/Day 1
What: THE ROSETTE IS DRIVING HOW CAN THIS BE?
Warnings: Nuns with guns

Rosette has through dubious means acquired both a vehicle and a license. It would make sense in the celebratory mood and the heavy congestion of militia and soldiers returning from their victory and civilians leaving their shelter that traffic would get a bit touchy.

More than a bit touchy.

In fact, it only took one person getting tired of how slowly their nice, computer operated car was going to crash into three other vehicles in an unusual fit of road rage.

Maybe you're in the next car over with friends, maybe you're just leaving the market, maybe you're standing by or floating over traffic with your magical floaty powers. And then there's Rosette. How does Rosette react to the traffic jam? STOMP HER WAY UP ON TOP OF SOMEONE ELSE'S CAR TO YELL AT OTHER PEOPLE NEW YORK STYLE.

"JUST MOVE! THERE'S SPACE RIGHT THERE! ARRG ARE YOU BLIND!" She stomps on the roof of the car she's standing on. Probably your roof.

((OOC NOTE: This is after infection but before anyone knows what is going on! Enjoy your new temperament in a traffic jam.

Prose and fast tagging both welcome and responded in kind!))

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2014-04-05 15:03

crux_npcs

While the heroes of the militia bravely fought off the invading bomber mech, its true mission had been completed. Two soundwaves, of different wavelengths but still similar, had been blasted loud enough for most of the city to hear.

Each sound carried a virus, one that wreaked havoc on the brain chemistry and the minds of those who heard it. In the hours that followed, people might not have noticed much. But as the days went on, it was obvious that there was something dreadfully wrong. It had taken a while for the medical staff had figured out just what, but announcements had spread warning of the sonic weapon holding many of the citizens at bay.

There was an attempt at putting in a quarantine that was swiftly abandoned due to the impossibility. Nearly everyone was infected, with few people not. Tensions ran high, and the Security teams had an uncommonly high amount of violent crimes to respond to. But life goes on, and multiple parties are attempting to find a cure.

[We are currently on Day 5 of the infection. However, please feel free to backdate to an earlier time. If you do so, please leave an OOC note that you are/are willing to do it in order to let the mods and other characters know what's up. Network and log replies both work. Don't feel like you only have to stay in here, you can spread to other posts if you like. This post is for players who don't want to make a new post JUST for that.]

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2014-04-01 23:49

crux_npcs

Who: Wadjit, the Fleet, Plot Participants
Where: Space, The Teuberg
When: Evening, Aprilo 1st
Warnings: None

The peaceful day is shattered by warnings and sirens sounding all through the Fleet, including the city. There's no surface safe, even the personal communicators are letting out alerts. Finally, after a good five seconds, an alarmed voice shouts out. "HEAT SIGNATURES DETECTED! Counting at least seven destroyers, three frigates, and five War Serpents, possibly more, angling for attack vectors! Estimating fifteen minutes until combat range!"

There's a thirty-second wait, and then the communicators of the new arrivals start receiving messages. Civilians are directed to go to shelters, the military recruits are ordered to ship-board battle stations and repair areas, medical volunteers are directed to clinics and hospitals, and the militia has orders to take up defensive positions both in space and aboard the Teuberg, just in case.

The Wadjit fleet incoming is a boiling mass of capital ships, from frigate sized up to cruisers, all of them massive, ovoid, and covered in painted faces, huge fanged maws that actually curl back to launch fighters, mobile suits, and probes as they bore in towards the Fleet. There are at least 17 ships dancing in the void, with hundreds of assorted secondary assault units shedding from them like sporing fungus. The longest of them, armored with serpentine scales, are obviously the War Serpents. Their hideous maws actually open up while a cylindrical core slides out, spewing fighters and mobile armors out in a brilliant cloud of light. Those who have studied the enemy's vessels might recall that the 'cores' act as repair and resupply vessels in the battle, protected by their still-active 'skins' until it's time to retreat.

New stars flare in the darkness, in great circular blasts as the initial wave of defensive and offensive missiles slam into one another, and into energy shields, creating a huge tableau of warfare in its most silent and beautiful. The Fleet's responders are quick, spewing out hundreds of fighters and mobile armors like a dandelion spreading its seeds. They maneuver into positions, filling in three-dimensional formations and walls to defend against the oncoming wave of attackers.

After the initial spherical blasts, the Wadjit fighters, like great spiked claws, and the mobile suits, resembling hunched raptors, hurtle towards the fleet in an expanding mass of death promises. The only question now is how the stalwart defenders react.

[This is the Space Combat portion. Later, we will have the Virus drop in, and that will be a separate thread within this post tomorrow. This event will last for ONE WEEK, after which it will continue with backtags. Of course, once the virus drops, the effects will not be limited to this post.]

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EVENT: FRIENDS AT MISCUN

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EVENT: MINING COLONY V'VORTE

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EVENT: THE SLEEPERS OF TERABEL Pt. II

EVENT: THE SLEEPERS OF TERABEL

Laundry Night

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0008: NEW ARRIVAL BRIEFING

Just sing.... sing a song!

[Closed] What's this about a war?

[BACKDATED] Bad Science for good booze

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