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[She sounds hesitant and feels stupid even asking about this.] Anyone here an expert in...weird stuff? [She will not say 'magic'.]
Who: Everyone!
What: Part 2 of the Event. Kicking butt mostly.
When: Anytime during the event
Where: In the rip and around it.
Warnings: Violence.
To say that demons patrolled the area would be a lie. They didn't have the mental process to actively work up something of that sort. Instead, they simply waited where they were, hoping for someone to come across their paths. For some demons, they'd happily get in fights with their own brethren if provoked into it. Their only allegiance seemed to lay in causing as much chaos as possible and straight up killing.
Occasionally, they ventured outside the hole in space but with the current incursion of others, they tended to stay inside. All the better fighting took place inside anyway. And other than the guests, there were more than a few AFLAK agents inside the hole. The demons were definitely ready for the amusement that was inevitably going to be showing its face.
[OOC: Everyone is free to start their own threads with this! Saturday, the crystal destruction thread will go up. NPCs/enemies will visit threads and feel free to request any that you want specifically.]
What: Part 2 of the Event. Kicking butt mostly.
When: Anytime during the event
Where: In the rip and around it.
Warnings: Violence.
To say that demons patrolled the area would be a lie. They didn't have the mental process to actively work up something of that sort. Instead, they simply waited where they were, hoping for someone to come across their paths. For some demons, they'd happily get in fights with their own brethren if provoked into it. Their only allegiance seemed to lay in causing as much chaos as possible and straight up killing.
Occasionally, they ventured outside the hole in space but with the current incursion of others, they tended to stay inside. All the better fighting took place inside anyway. And other than the guests, there were more than a few AFLAK agents inside the hole. The demons were definitely ready for the amusement that was inevitably going to be showing its face.
[OOC: Everyone is free to start their own threads with this! Saturday, the crystal destruction thread will go up. NPCs/enemies will visit threads and feel free to request any that you want specifically.]
2014-07-14 14:48![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
text2speech
text2speech(´-`).。oO Hi there, everyone. I just got here. My name's Cooper.
(￣_￣;) And it looks like everyone's pretty busy right now, but I could use some help if you have time.
(°_°) I'm pretty sure I was just in space. Just space, not a spaceship. Although, the spaceship thing is kind of freaky too. We don't have a lot of them where I come from. (I assume I'm not where I come from anymore.)
Σ(>_<) Can anyone tell me what's going on?
(￣_￣;) And it looks like everyone's pretty busy right now, but I could use some help if you have time.
(°_°) I'm pretty sure I was just in space. Just space, not a spaceship. Although, the spaceship thing is kind of freaky too. We don't have a lot of them where I come from. (I assume I'm not where I come from anymore.)
Σ(>_<) Can anyone tell me what's going on?
Who: Deadlock and OPEN
What: THRILLING HEROICS or stupid shooting stuff ymmv
When: Eventy times
Where: Public housing
Warnings: Deadlock being himself.
To think Deadlock had actually wanted to work for these incompetent guys. Frag, they were just as bad as the old incompetent guys. Only, you know, with larger caliber weapons. Most of the fraggin' breaches were outside the ship, but of course, luck is with Deadlock--meaning, bad luck, and one happens to open...right in his quarters.
Really? REALLY?
So it's a happy early morning to everyone, as they hear Deadlock
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.
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.
◾ Tags:
- !event,
- !log,
- a monster in paris: francœur,
- adventure time: fionna the human,
- banner of the stars: jinto lynn,
- black jack 21: pinoko,
- kuroshitsuji: grell sutcliff,
- mega man x: axl,
- original: shadow,
- sonic: espio the chameleon,
- sonic: shadow the hedgehog,
- transformers: deadlock,
- transformers: flashpoint (oc)
[Axl peered into the camera pick-up, putting his finger to his lips and grinning around it. In the background was the shaky view of Quark's, near the end of a shift. When he talked, it was a whisper befitting the sneakiness of the mission.]
Here at Red Alert Courier, we believe in customer service...
[He winked and brandished what looked for all the world like an old fashioned boom box, although it didn't have any moving parts aside from a touch-screen. After a little fiddling, he had some sweet guitar riffs playing, which he then proceeded to turn up as Flashpoint's holo-avatar appeared, just as the music swelled for the first verse of the twelve-minute song he'd picked. He flashed a peace sign at the camera before approaching, though clearly he'd fiddled with something to get clear audio to the camera despite the fact it was staying with the boom box out of the line of fire.]
Hi! I have a special message from, uh, anonymous for Flashpoint!
[Axl launched into the song, actually managing to stay on-key for a miracle, though really what were the odds he'd get through it all?]
[Not terribly good, judging by the reaction. Flashpoint might as well be in a noodlebot mark 2 body for all that her face was stuck in one position. Or was it just very slowly morphing between WTF, DNW and something that looks vaguely like 'can she get this person arrested somehow?' She even looks around her, like, ya know, there might be some other person here named Flashpoint that would get serenaded by rock ballads.
By the time the second chorus rolls past her blushing lineface gains a vein pop and she throws her hands up.]
Enough already! Would you shut it, you're gonna scare the customers away!
[...she says as a crowd gathers behind her. Flashpoint advances on him and that's when she sees it, the glint off the hidden camera lens. Whoops, didn't know the human avatar's face could reproduce that shade of red!]
Are you fraggin' recording this!? You cheeky little punk I'm gonna graft that media player to your face 'n load it only with Lassie bark tracks! Hope you like kibble cuz that's all you're gonna be able to order at restaurants!
[There might be sounds of a scuffle then as the camera gets jostled, along with the noise of a very angry transformation sequence in the background. The slantwise view of the camera picks up a blue metal footplate before the feed goes dead. Hmm...that's not ominous at all!]
((Maroon is Axl, Blue is Flashpoint, expect chaos and tags from both~! ♥))
Here at Red Alert Courier, we believe in customer service...
[He winked and brandished what looked for all the world like an old fashioned boom box, although it didn't have any moving parts aside from a touch-screen. After a little fiddling, he had some sweet guitar riffs playing, which he then proceeded to turn up as Flashpoint's holo-avatar appeared, just as the music swelled for the first verse of the twelve-minute song he'd picked. He flashed a peace sign at the camera before approaching, though clearly he'd fiddled with something to get clear audio to the camera despite the fact it was staying with the boom box out of the line of fire.]
Hi! I have a special message from, uh, anonymous for Flashpoint!
[Axl launched into the song, actually managing to stay on-key for a miracle, though really what were the odds he'd get through it all?]
[Not terribly good, judging by the reaction. Flashpoint might as well be in a noodlebot mark 2 body for all that her face was stuck in one position. Or was it just very slowly morphing between WTF, DNW and something that looks vaguely like 'can she get this person arrested somehow?' She even looks around her, like, ya know, there might be some other person here named Flashpoint that would get serenaded by rock ballads.
By the time the second chorus rolls past her blushing lineface gains a vein pop and she throws her hands up.]
Enough already! Would you shut it, you're gonna scare the customers away!
[...she says as a crowd gathers behind her. Flashpoint advances on him and that's when she sees it, the glint off the hidden camera lens. Whoops, didn't know the human avatar's face could reproduce that shade of red!]
Are you fraggin' recording this!? You cheeky little punk I'm gonna graft that media player to your face 'n load it only with Lassie bark tracks! Hope you like kibble cuz that's all you're gonna be able to order at restaurants!
[There might be sounds of a scuffle then as the camera gets jostled, along with the noise of a very angry transformation sequence in the background. The slantwise view of the camera picks up a blue metal footplate before the feed goes dead. Hmm...that's not ominous at all!]
((Maroon is Axl, Blue is Flashpoint, expect chaos and tags from both~! ♥))
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.
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.
2014-05-07 21:35redcinemareel
redcinemareel[Audio]
I’ve not been here long. All of five days, actually! But there is one thing I’ve noticed right away while here. And that is…
There is a serious lack of color!
Now, perhaps I’m simply not looking in the right places, but if their fashion is anything to go by, then we are are all doomed to a life of black, white, and grey! Don’t even get me started on the military uniforms! Bleh!
[There is a soft meow close by, and a pause from Grell as she pets her cats.]
Speaking of cute kitties, does anyone else have pets?
( ACTION UNDER HERE )
(ooc: now with working links! my apologies!)
I’ve not been here long. All of five days, actually! But there is one thing I’ve noticed right away while here. And that is…
There is a serious lack of color!
Now, perhaps I’m simply not looking in the right places, but if their fashion is anything to go by, then we are are all doomed to a life of black, white, and grey! Don’t even get me started on the military uniforms! Bleh!
[There is a soft meow close by, and a pause from Grell as she pets her cats.]
Speaking of cute kitties, does anyone else have pets?
( ACTION UNDER HERE )
(ooc: now with working links! my apologies!)
[The network was about to be graced with a fine example of very obnoxious camera work, in the form of one super-zoomed green eye that eventually panned back to reveal a one (1) manically grinning reploid.]
Hi everybody~!
[Oh noes the chirping...]
Just announcing that the awesome Red Alert Courier Service is having its grand opening today! You want it from point A to point B, I can get it there. No questions asked, and armed escort totally optional. No job is too small and no paycheck too big!
[There was a bit of other data tagged with the video-- namely the rest of Axl's contact info and a sample fee schedule, prices negotiable.]
Hi everybody~!
[Oh noes the chirping...]
Just announcing that the awesome Red Alert Courier Service is having its grand opening today! You want it from point A to point B, I can get it there. No questions asked, and armed escort totally optional. No job is too small and no paycheck too big!
[There was a bit of other data tagged with the video-- namely the rest of Axl's contact info and a sample fee schedule, prices negotiable.]
2014-05-05 00:26alittlesweptup
alittlesweptupWho: 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!))
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!))
2014-04-30 11:18phaseshifted
phaseshifted[instead of her face, she puts up an image of herself, old but still suitable for now. she'll need to make a new one soon.]
Apparently travelling through dimensions can block out memories. Really important ones, as a matter of fact. I don't know how many people this might have happened to, but it's new information for all of us to keep in mind.
[she pauses, almost ending there but deciding it can't hurt to ask.]
On a different note, if anyone has the capacity to fly and would like someone to come with them when they do, I'd be happy to. I've found it's a lot more enjoyable with friends.
Apparently travelling through dimensions can block out memories. Really important ones, as a matter of fact. I don't know how many people this might have happened to, but it's new information for all of us to keep in mind.
[she pauses, almost ending there but deciding it can't hurt to ask.]
On a different note, if anyone has the capacity to fly and would like someone to come with them when they do, I'd be happy to. I've found it's a lot more enjoyable with friends.
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!
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!
2014-04-26 19:59cannibalgourmet
cannibalgourmet[It didn't take long for Hannibal to figure out the network on his tablet. By now he had explored part of the city, and he's ready to find a job like Graham Baker recommended him. Not having had the chance to meet Pinoko yet, he decides to take advantage of the communication system here.]
Good afternoon, my name is Hannibal Lecter, and I recently arrived to the city. I was told in the briefing about the necessity of getting a job. My abilities lie in the medical field, and he suggested I contact Ms. Pinoko to see what kind of training I would need to take to be able to start working. I can only hope she will see this message.
Additionally, once I'm cleared to work as a doctor, I will be offering you my services as a psychiatrist. If you feel therapy would help you with any problems you have, feel free to contact me. I will do what is in my hands to help you.
[He smiles briefly, nods as a farewell and then turns off the feed.]
Good afternoon, my name is Hannibal Lecter, and I recently arrived to the city. I was told in the briefing about the necessity of getting a job. My abilities lie in the medical field, and he suggested I contact Ms. Pinoko to see what kind of training I would need to take to be able to start working. I can only hope she will see this message.
Additionally, once I'm cleared to work as a doctor, I will be offering you my services as a psychiatrist. If you feel therapy would help you with any problems you have, feel free to contact me. I will do what is in my hands to help you.
[He smiles briefly, nods as a farewell and then turns off the feed.]
Anyone with a drone gets a deedlit-deedlit-deedlit alert on their comm devices. It's a video post with a rather harried-looking Ensign Navarro. His eyebrows are missing and his hair is much more closely cropped than before. The area behind him is swarming with activity as a flaming figure does battle with a muck-covered monster.
"Ensign Navarro here. So, we were going to do this a while ago, but discovered a flaw that needed hammering out. The good news is this: We finally upgraded our drone technology. The bad news: The upgrades we were going to use melted right off. And caught fire. And it turns out the rest of the upgrades were just as flammable if you added the right chemicals to the mix." He coughs. "But, like I said, we've managed some improved functionality. If you'll pardon the projection..."
He taps a few things on his end and a complex display and readout appear. "We've increased the battery span on the drones. We're making strides for kinetic charging, something we'd tried for on the old Tyr mobile armors but which, unfortunately, turned out to be too expensive. We phased those out for the Teslated microgenerators we now use, but I was always a fan of the idea of someone powering their equipment by moving. So we're working on miniaturizing it. It might be ready in a model or two. In any case, with the battery improvements, we've enhanced recharge time and allowed for more power output. So now you shouldn't be so, ah. Noodly." Yes. "We've also added some actual connection points, so you guys can start designing outer shells if you want. Make them look a bit like you."
He flicks a dial and various armored plates skitter over the display surface. "You might want to keep in mind that, when making these things, they're still not 100% designed for an outer layer. So if you're making an outer shell of some kind, make sure you've got joint room. We'll be fixing this in future models."
"Finally, we've managed to fix the paper plate problem. Some of us wanted to use a vid-screen to allow you guys to get your faces across, but. Well. Honestly, after watching how some of you interact with each other, I'm not sure that those vid screens would remain intact for long. So we built in some holo displays!" He reaches offscreen and plonks a drone's head onto the table in front of him. Wiping off some flame retardant foam, the Ensign smacked it on top of the head with a fist and the blank face began to project another human face, this one contorted in pain. "Um. Ignore that. We were trying for some haptic feedback and, well. Let's just say it's going back to the drawing board. But in any case, the holos are pretty primitive. We can't quite make it replicate your current expressions, it draws on too many resources to translate your impulses into expressions, but you can manually take a 'snapshot' and update it whenever you want an expression change. Like, uh." He waves a hand over the face and it goes of one contorted to pain to a default blank. He waves it the other way and it goes back into a different pained expression. "They're not solid holograms, they don't provide instant 'updates', but we can get the lips to move when they talk! And we think we're pretty close to a breakthrough on the whole 'Entire face moves just like yours does' gig."
He shoves the drone's head off the table and drums his hands on its surface. "So, there you have it! Not our proudest production, I'll admit, but we're finally back on track with getting you guys the comfort and versatility you deserve. Maybe in a week or two we'll have something more substantial to give you, but for now we'll need you guys to help us out and provide feedback so future drones will be superior. If you've got any questions, ask now." Navarro grins expectantly, only flinching a little at the sound of the flaming body in the background pulling the arms off of the slimy one and beating the body with them.
"Ensign Navarro here. So, we were going to do this a while ago, but discovered a flaw that needed hammering out. The good news is this: We finally upgraded our drone technology. The bad news: The upgrades we were going to use melted right off. And caught fire. And it turns out the rest of the upgrades were just as flammable if you added the right chemicals to the mix." He coughs. "But, like I said, we've managed some improved functionality. If you'll pardon the projection..."
He taps a few things on his end and a complex display and readout appear. "We've increased the battery span on the drones. We're making strides for kinetic charging, something we'd tried for on the old Tyr mobile armors but which, unfortunately, turned out to be too expensive. We phased those out for the Teslated microgenerators we now use, but I was always a fan of the idea of someone powering their equipment by moving. So we're working on miniaturizing it. It might be ready in a model or two. In any case, with the battery improvements, we've enhanced recharge time and allowed for more power output. So now you shouldn't be so, ah. Noodly." Yes. "We've also added some actual connection points, so you guys can start designing outer shells if you want. Make them look a bit like you."
He flicks a dial and various armored plates skitter over the display surface. "You might want to keep in mind that, when making these things, they're still not 100% designed for an outer layer. So if you're making an outer shell of some kind, make sure you've got joint room. We'll be fixing this in future models."
"Finally, we've managed to fix the paper plate problem. Some of us wanted to use a vid-screen to allow you guys to get your faces across, but. Well. Honestly, after watching how some of you interact with each other, I'm not sure that those vid screens would remain intact for long. So we built in some holo displays!" He reaches offscreen and plonks a drone's head onto the table in front of him. Wiping off some flame retardant foam, the Ensign smacked it on top of the head with a fist and the blank face began to project another human face, this one contorted in pain. "Um. Ignore that. We were trying for some haptic feedback and, well. Let's just say it's going back to the drawing board. But in any case, the holos are pretty primitive. We can't quite make it replicate your current expressions, it draws on too many resources to translate your impulses into expressions, but you can manually take a 'snapshot' and update it whenever you want an expression change. Like, uh." He waves a hand over the face and it goes of one contorted to pain to a default blank. He waves it the other way and it goes back into a different pained expression. "They're not solid holograms, they don't provide instant 'updates', but we can get the lips to move when they talk! And we think we're pretty close to a breakthrough on the whole 'Entire face moves just like yours does' gig."
He shoves the drone's head off the table and drums his hands on its surface. "So, there you have it! Not our proudest production, I'll admit, but we're finally back on track with getting you guys the comfort and versatility you deserve. Maybe in a week or two we'll have something more substantial to give you, but for now we'll need you guys to help us out and provide feedback so future drones will be superior. If you've got any questions, ask now." Navarro grins expectantly, only flinching a little at the sound of the flaming body in the background pulling the arms off of the slimy one and beating the body with them.
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..."
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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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.
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.
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.]
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.]
[Hello Crux Fleet! Have a Pinoko! She's figured out how to work the communicator, so this might be a little dangerous. Maybe. Pinoko has got to stop looking for friends in all the wrong places.]
Hello everyone! My name is Pinoko!
Since Mr. Quark opened his bar, and he has karaoke, I was wondering if anyone wanted to go sing with me? They have games, and drinks, and all sorts of stuff! It's no fun to go to karaoke alone, but if you don't want to sing that's okay!
[No guarantees that Pinoko wouldn't try to get you to sing if you went with her though. But you at least have assurances that she won't laugh if you do!]
Karaoke is two nights a week. Who is up for it?
Hello everyone! My name is Pinoko!
Since Mr. Quark opened his bar, and he has karaoke, I was wondering if anyone wanted to go sing with me? They have games, and drinks, and all sorts of stuff! It's no fun to go to karaoke alone, but if you don't want to sing that's okay!
[No guarantees that Pinoko wouldn't try to get you to sing if you went with her though. But you at least have assurances that she won't laugh if you do!]
Karaoke is two nights a week. Who is up for it?
2014-03-16 23:39semproteustyrannis
semproteustyrannisWho: Proteus & OPEN!
What: Post Eye of Sharef & Catch-all Log for February & early March
Where: Teuberg Hangar
When: BACKDATED to February 30th
Warnings: Super upset robot diva
What: Post Eye of Sharef & Catch-all Log for February & early March
Where: Teuberg Hangar
When: BACKDATED to February 30th
Warnings: Super upset robot diva
A Cybertronian jet that looked a little too battle scarred quietly landed in the docking bay of the Teuberg. The intricate and brightly colored paint had been torn and bitten into by laserfire and impacts and what appeared to be the remains of an attempt to put motorcycle handles on him.
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Who: Everyone who signed up for it!
Where: The Eye of Sharef space trading hub
When: 21st of Februaro
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[So, here's the opening part of The Black Eye of Sharef event. If you haven't heard of it, I strongly suggest reading up on it. If you join, you cannot simply back out as your characters will not be on any Fleet vessels just yet, so be sure before you sign up. However, we'll not prevent anyone from backtagging or simply claiming new threads took place before they left.
I request that as many posts regarding this be kept to the marked event posts as possible. However, as long as the main community doesn't get flooded, we won't be preventing anyone from posting outside. Note that as long as they are separate from the Fleet from this great a distance, their Network posts can only reach each other. The Fleet itself is simply out of range.
For this first part, the mods will be largely hands off. Don't go crazy with the NPCs, but we're probably not going to be spending a lot of time writing NPC comments for Part One.]
Where: The Eye of Sharef space trading hub
When: 21st of Februaro
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[So, here's the opening part of The Black Eye of Sharef event. If you haven't heard of it, I strongly suggest reading up on it. If you join, you cannot simply back out as your characters will not be on any Fleet vessels just yet, so be sure before you sign up. However, we'll not prevent anyone from backtagging or simply claiming new threads took place before they left.
I request that as many posts regarding this be kept to the marked event posts as possible. However, as long as the main community doesn't get flooded, we won't be preventing anyone from posting outside. Note that as long as they are separate from the Fleet from this great a distance, their Network posts can only reach each other. The Fleet itself is simply out of range.
For this first part, the mods will be largely hands off. Don't go crazy with the NPCs, but we're probably not going to be spending a lot of time writing NPC comments for Part One.]
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- !event,
- !log,
- !npc: arvel,
- back to the future: marty mcfly,
- battletech: cassiopia suthorn,
- biomega: kanoe zouichi,
- black jack 21: pinoko,
- borderlands: angel,
- borderlands: gaige the mechromancer,
- borderlands: krieg the psycho,
- borderlands: maya the siren,
- ffvii: cloud strife,
- makai ouji: kevin cecil,
- mega man x: zero,
- mm power rangers: jason lee scott,
- original: anzu menelik,
- original: del wellett,
- pandora hearts: oz vessalius,
- pandora hearts: xerxes break,
- slayers: lina inverse,
- star trek: odo,
- star wars: obi-wan kenobi,
- steven universe: garnet,
- transformers: deadlock,
- transformers: flashpoint (oc),
- tron legacy: tron
