Introduction
You are on-board the Lewis and Clark (L&C), a medium-sized exploration spacecraft on your way to Mars on a scientific research mission where you will be the first humans to ever set foot on the planet. Along the way your ship accidentally enters a mysterious wormhole and are transported to a distant, unknown section of the universe and are thrust into a war where an innocent race of people and their way of life and fate hang in the balance by a powerful alien race who are determined to exterminate them all.
***Please note that my style of running a RP is as follows. I have a general outline of the game as well as several plots. However, I do not force my players to move throughout the game in a specified direction. If you decide to divert from the story I am extremely flexible and can take you in any direction you want to go. The RP will become whatever you make of it.***
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The following slots are available for character creation. If I deem your character to be sufficient for the position you wish to play I will adjust the list below and keep it updated so everyone knows what slots are still available. Keep in mind this is not "first come first serve". You will only be accepted for the position if I feel your character is intriguing and interesting.
There are 7 slots available. If more than 7 people want to play I can allow them but will work them in in other ways other than the crew of the Lewis and Clark.
I listed a description of each position. Please use these details when describing the background of your character.
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4) Flight Engineer - A Mission Specialist with additional responsibility of assisting the Pilot and Commander. The FE also keeps track of information from CAPCOM and calls out milestones. For this position you are allowed to choose any scientific specialty you wish as long as it is realistic to the mission.
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1) Commander - Overall mission success, safety of crew and spacecraft, maneuvers ship with assistance from Pilot. All Commanders have prior spaceflight experience. Requires a degree in engineering, biological science, physical science, or mathematics. Must have at least 1000 hours flying experience on a jet aircraft. Must pass a NASA Class I space physical to be certified for flight.
2) Pilot - Assists the Commander in maneuvering the spacecraft. May be responsible for release and recovery of satellites. Same education and flight experience requirements as a Commander, but does not need prior spaceflight experience.
3) Payload Commander (PLC) - A Mission Specialist with additional responsibility for the management of the science or other major payload elements of the mission. Payload Commanders are always NASA astronauts. For this position you are allowed to choose any scientific specialty you wish as long as it is realistic to the mission.
5) Mission Specialist (Geologist) - A NASA astronaut assigned to a ship with mission-specific duties. Must pass a NASA Class II space physical to be certified for flight.
6) Mission Specialist (Doctor) - A NASA astronaut assigned to a ship with mission-specific duties. Must pass a NASA Class II space physical to be certified for flight.
7) Backup Pilot - Same as the Pilot. Your duties are to assist with anything on the ship that needs attention and to serve as a backup in case something happens to the Commander or Pilot on the long voyage to Mars and back.
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Character Creation
- Name
- Position on the spacecraft
- Age
- Appearance (Prefer a detailed description as well as a picture)
- Personality
- Education and Background
***Please note that my style of running a RP is as follows. I have a general outline of the game as well as several plots. However, I do not force my players to move throughout the game in a specified direction. If you decide to divert from the story I am extremely flexible and can take you in any direction you want to go. The RP will become whatever you make of it.***
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The following slots are available for character creation. If I deem your character to be sufficient for the position you wish to play I will adjust the list below and keep it updated so everyone knows what slots are still available. Keep in mind this is not "first come first serve". You will only be accepted for the position if I feel your character is intriguing and interesting.
There are 7 slots available. If more than 7 people want to play I can allow them but will work them in in other ways other than the crew of the Lewis and Clark.
I listed a description of each position. Please use these details when describing the background of your character.
-----Available-----
4) Flight Engineer - A Mission Specialist with additional responsibility of assisting the Pilot and Commander. The FE also keeps track of information from CAPCOM and calls out milestones. For this position you are allowed to choose any scientific specialty you wish as long as it is realistic to the mission.
-----Taken-----
1) Commander - Overall mission success, safety of crew and spacecraft, maneuvers ship with assistance from Pilot. All Commanders have prior spaceflight experience. Requires a degree in engineering, biological science, physical science, or mathematics. Must have at least 1000 hours flying experience on a jet aircraft. Must pass a NASA Class I space physical to be certified for flight.
2) Pilot - Assists the Commander in maneuvering the spacecraft. May be responsible for release and recovery of satellites. Same education and flight experience requirements as a Commander, but does not need prior spaceflight experience.
3) Payload Commander (PLC) - A Mission Specialist with additional responsibility for the management of the science or other major payload elements of the mission. Payload Commanders are always NASA astronauts. For this position you are allowed to choose any scientific specialty you wish as long as it is realistic to the mission.
5) Mission Specialist (Geologist) - A NASA astronaut assigned to a ship with mission-specific duties. Must pass a NASA Class II space physical to be certified for flight.
6) Mission Specialist (Doctor) - A NASA astronaut assigned to a ship with mission-specific duties. Must pass a NASA Class II space physical to be certified for flight.
7) Backup Pilot - Same as the Pilot. Your duties are to assist with anything on the ship that needs attention and to serve as a backup in case something happens to the Commander or Pilot on the long voyage to Mars and back.
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Character Creation
- Name
- Position on the spacecraft
- Age
- Appearance (Prefer a detailed description as well as a picture)
- Personality
- Education and Background
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The two massive Gorags escorted the two much-smaller Nambians through a small dirt path toward the waiting ship as the light faded on the small planet of Pomas. The pair of Gorags each wore large leather vests that covered the huge torsos of their seven-foot frame . Their giant size and sweltering tropical heat caused sweat to flow down their green-tinted skin. Occasionally they would remove their helmets to wipe their foreheads. They held their plasma guns pointed toward the duo walking several yards ahead. The two Nambians struggled to keep up with the pace of the Gorags, being shoved forward when they slowed down.
"Please don't take me away from my family," Disex pleaded with his captors in their native language. "They're all I have. They need me," he begged as he spun around, throwing his hands up in desperation. One of the Gorags swung his plasma gun with both hands, smacking Disex on the side of the head. The impact knocked him backward on the ground. Blood began to trickle down the dark-beige skin of his face.
"On your feet," one of the Gorags snarled as he stood over the fallen Nambian. Disex, like most Nambians, was at least two feet shorter than Gorags and much slimmer. He knew he stood no chance against them unarmed. "I said on your feet." he repeated louder as he kicked the downed man with his large boot.
Disex slowly crawled to his feet and wiped the blood from his forehead and moved his long, dark hair from his face. He began marching again with his friend, Moolan. Moolan had long ago accepted his fate and never questioned or struggled against the Gorags. He was emotionally defeated after the Gorags had taken his entire family away to work as slaves for the rest of their lives many years ago. His identical fate was happening now. He knew resistance was futile and would only cause problems. Despite being close and knowing each other for over two decades, this was a matter the two men disagreed on. Disex still had some hope and fight buried deep within.
As they rounded the corner the light-brown ship came into view. The fifteen foot craft sat quietly on the small concrete pad in a clearing of the forest. As they reached the ship one of the Gorags entered a code on the keypad on the rear of the vessel. Suddenly the back raised upward as a small ramp lowered. "Get on," the large humanoid barked at the two men.
Disex suddenly bent over and screamed in pain while clutching his stomach, slowly falling to his knees as he leaned forward on the ground. The two Gorags looked at each other confused as one of them finally approached the man from behind. "Up," he said with a scowl as he lightly kicked him in the rear. The man laid motionless, howling in pain. The Gorag walked to the side of him and bent over slightly, drawing closer. "I said get..."
Disex suddenly launched his hands toward the Gorag, throwing fists of dirt into his face and eyes. The massive captor stumbled back a few feet, wiping his eyes with his free hand. The Nambian quickly leaped up and charged the huge Gorag, grabbing the plasma gun with both hands. The giant used his other hand to take control of the weapon. The other Gorag raised his weapon and took aim on the man. He placed his finger on the trigger and was about to squeeze. Suddenly Moolan, not wanting to see his good friend killed, leaped high in the air onto the back of the other Gorag, wrapping his thin arms around his massive neck and tightened his grip while kicking him fiercely kicking the Gorag in his ribs with his bare feet.
Disex struggled violently to free the plasma gun from the giant hands of his enemy. He gave up two feet of height and well over two-hundred pounds but was determined to wrestle away the weapon. Disex struggled with all his might but felt the gun slipping from his grip. Feeling desperation setting in, Disex released one of his hands from the weapon and lunged his small fingers into the left eye of the Gorag. The giant screamed out in agony as he grabbed his eye with both hands, leaving the weapon in sole control of the Nambian. Without hesitating Disex raised the plasma gun and fired. The energized matter burst from the muzzle and exploded into the chest of the Gorag. The impact threw the massive humanoid off his feet and onto his back. Smoke and steam rose from the hole in his chest as he lay motionless.
Moolan struggled to hang on his back as the Gorag shook back and forth with tremendous force, tossing him around like a rag doll. Finally with one final heave, Moolan lost his grip and slid off landing on his rear. The angry Gorag expressed an evil grin as he coolly took aim on the shaken Nambian.
"Die you Nambian scum," he growled.
The plasma gun cracked a loud noise in the remote area as Moolan closed his eyes. Flashes of his wife and daughter scanned past his mind in an instant. Visions of past memories whirled around in his head. Picnics, dinners, birthdays, anniversaries and happy times all attacked his senses as he longed to hold them both once more.
Suddenly Moolan opened his eyes.
The Gorag laid slumped face-down flat on the dirt. The burning skin around the gaping wound in his back caused smoke to rise off of him. Through the haze he saw Disex facing him fifteen yards away with his legs spread slightly and the plasma gun gripped in his hands aiming straight ahead.
Disex lowered the weapon and rushed to his friend's side and crouched down. "Are you OK?"
"Yes," Moolan said softly as he blinked.
Disex grabbed his arm and helped him up. The two looked around, surveying the damage and contemplating the consequences of their actions.
"Moolan," Disex said to his friend while staring at the dead Gorag he killed first, "I'm afraid I've put us both in grave danger."
"No," Moolan responded while gazing up at the darkening sky at the three moons glowing in a spread-out arc. "You just killed every Nambian on Pomas."
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The eight astronauts of the Lewis and Clark, a medium-sized spaceship who is ten days away from making her maiden voyage where she will take a crew to Mars where they will be the first humans to walk on the planet's surface, receive a message on their NASA pagers. The page says "9090" which means they are to report immediately to the Kennedy Space Center. Protocol says when sent that message to be on site within one hour.
The astronauts had just arrived in Florida the day prior from Texas where they had been training for the past eighteen months for their historical mission. It's a miserable summer Saturday late-afternoon. The rains have been dousing Brevard county for the past three days. Severe thunderstorms have plagued the entire day as lightning cracked all around in the dark, cloudy sky. Because of the severity of the weather news outlets are warning residents in Brevard and the surrounding counties to stay indoors unless it's absolutely necessary to leave your home.
The eight astronauts are relaxing in their separate but adjoining rooms at a hotel in Cocoa Beach, not terribly far from the KSC located in Merritt Island. They have just received their pages as the rain beats against the windows.
"Please don't take me away from my family," Disex pleaded with his captors in their native language. "They're all I have. They need me," he begged as he spun around, throwing his hands up in desperation. One of the Gorags swung his plasma gun with both hands, smacking Disex on the side of the head. The impact knocked him backward on the ground. Blood began to trickle down the dark-beige skin of his face.
"On your feet," one of the Gorags snarled as he stood over the fallen Nambian. Disex, like most Nambians, was at least two feet shorter than Gorags and much slimmer. He knew he stood no chance against them unarmed. "I said on your feet." he repeated louder as he kicked the downed man with his large boot.
Disex slowly crawled to his feet and wiped the blood from his forehead and moved his long, dark hair from his face. He began marching again with his friend, Moolan. Moolan had long ago accepted his fate and never questioned or struggled against the Gorags. He was emotionally defeated after the Gorags had taken his entire family away to work as slaves for the rest of their lives many years ago. His identical fate was happening now. He knew resistance was futile and would only cause problems. Despite being close and knowing each other for over two decades, this was a matter the two men disagreed on. Disex still had some hope and fight buried deep within.
As they rounded the corner the light-brown ship came into view. The fifteen foot craft sat quietly on the small concrete pad in a clearing of the forest. As they reached the ship one of the Gorags entered a code on the keypad on the rear of the vessel. Suddenly the back raised upward as a small ramp lowered. "Get on," the large humanoid barked at the two men.
Disex suddenly bent over and screamed in pain while clutching his stomach, slowly falling to his knees as he leaned forward on the ground. The two Gorags looked at each other confused as one of them finally approached the man from behind. "Up," he said with a scowl as he lightly kicked him in the rear. The man laid motionless, howling in pain. The Gorag walked to the side of him and bent over slightly, drawing closer. "I said get..."
Disex suddenly launched his hands toward the Gorag, throwing fists of dirt into his face and eyes. The massive captor stumbled back a few feet, wiping his eyes with his free hand. The Nambian quickly leaped up and charged the huge Gorag, grabbing the plasma gun with both hands. The giant used his other hand to take control of the weapon. The other Gorag raised his weapon and took aim on the man. He placed his finger on the trigger and was about to squeeze. Suddenly Moolan, not wanting to see his good friend killed, leaped high in the air onto the back of the other Gorag, wrapping his thin arms around his massive neck and tightened his grip while kicking him fiercely kicking the Gorag in his ribs with his bare feet.
Disex struggled violently to free the plasma gun from the giant hands of his enemy. He gave up two feet of height and well over two-hundred pounds but was determined to wrestle away the weapon. Disex struggled with all his might but felt the gun slipping from his grip. Feeling desperation setting in, Disex released one of his hands from the weapon and lunged his small fingers into the left eye of the Gorag. The giant screamed out in agony as he grabbed his eye with both hands, leaving the weapon in sole control of the Nambian. Without hesitating Disex raised the plasma gun and fired. The energized matter burst from the muzzle and exploded into the chest of the Gorag. The impact threw the massive humanoid off his feet and onto his back. Smoke and steam rose from the hole in his chest as he lay motionless.
Moolan struggled to hang on his back as the Gorag shook back and forth with tremendous force, tossing him around like a rag doll. Finally with one final heave, Moolan lost his grip and slid off landing on his rear. The angry Gorag expressed an evil grin as he coolly took aim on the shaken Nambian.
"Die you Nambian scum," he growled.
The plasma gun cracked a loud noise in the remote area as Moolan closed his eyes. Flashes of his wife and daughter scanned past his mind in an instant. Visions of past memories whirled around in his head. Picnics, dinners, birthdays, anniversaries and happy times all attacked his senses as he longed to hold them both once more.
Suddenly Moolan opened his eyes.
The Gorag laid slumped face-down flat on the dirt. The burning skin around the gaping wound in his back caused smoke to rise off of him. Through the haze he saw Disex facing him fifteen yards away with his legs spread slightly and the plasma gun gripped in his hands aiming straight ahead.
Disex lowered the weapon and rushed to his friend's side and crouched down. "Are you OK?"
"Yes," Moolan said softly as he blinked.
Disex grabbed his arm and helped him up. The two looked around, surveying the damage and contemplating the consequences of their actions.
"Moolan," Disex said to his friend while staring at the dead Gorag he killed first, "I'm afraid I've put us both in grave danger."
"No," Moolan responded while gazing up at the darkening sky at the three moons glowing in a spread-out arc. "You just killed every Nambian on Pomas."
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The eight astronauts of the Lewis and Clark, a medium-sized spaceship who is ten days away from making her maiden voyage where she will take a crew to Mars where they will be the first humans to walk on the planet's surface, receive a message on their NASA pagers. The page says "9090" which means they are to report immediately to the Kennedy Space Center. Protocol says when sent that message to be on site within one hour.
The astronauts had just arrived in Florida the day prior from Texas where they had been training for the past eighteen months for their historical mission. It's a miserable summer Saturday late-afternoon. The rains have been dousing Brevard county for the past three days. Severe thunderstorms have plagued the entire day as lightning cracked all around in the dark, cloudy sky. Because of the severity of the weather news outlets are warning residents in Brevard and the surrounding counties to stay indoors unless it's absolutely necessary to leave your home.
The eight astronauts are relaxing in their separate but adjoining rooms at a hotel in Cocoa Beach, not terribly far from the KSC located in Merritt Island. They have just received their pages as the rain beats against the windows.
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In Karen Rowe's world, everything was coming up roses. Or daisies. Something pretty and flowery and happy. She could barely contain her excitement, and she was pretty sure she was obnoxious in person. For days, she had been incapable of talking to people without gushing about the upcoming expedition. Every now and then, a dark cloud would creep into her thoughts (I might never see my family again) but Karen always pushed the anxiety out of her mind immediately.
Now, she reclined on her bed in her hotel room, and all the dark clouds stayed outside her window. Karen had not taken a shower all day, feeling funny about getting herself wet with all the lightning going around. It was probably irrational on her part, but still. But as the day wore on, Karen realized that she could not tolerate herself for another moment without a shower. She'd always been kind of anal about her showers, even if she hadn't done anything strenuous all day. Who knows what it'll be like on the Lewis and Clark? she mused. There might not be time or water for a shower, so I shouldn't be so...so... delicate about it.
After the shower, Karen walked into her bedroom in her bathrobe and pulled back the curtains. Still storming. She had left her beeper on her bed, among a pile of her other clothes, and she picked it up without much thought. To her surprise, there was a message written in the tiny screen. She had gotten a page.
"Of course when I'm in the shower..." And of course I'm talking aloud to myself...
Karen read the message -
In Karen Rowe's world, everything was coming up roses. Or daisies. Something pretty and flowery and happy. She could barely contain her excitement, and she was pretty sure she was obnoxious in person. For days, she had been incapable of talking to people without gushing about the upcoming expedition. Every now and then, a dark cloud would creep into her thoughts (I might never see my family again) but Karen always pushed the anxiety out of her mind immediately.
Now, she reclined on her bed in her hotel room, and all the dark clouds stayed outside her window. Karen had not taken a shower all day, feeling funny about getting herself wet with all the lightning going around. It was probably irrational on her part, but still. But as the day wore on, Karen realized that she could not tolerate herself for another moment without a shower. She'd always been kind of anal about her showers, even if she hadn't done anything strenuous all day. Who knows what it'll be like on the Lewis and Clark? she mused. There might not be time or water for a shower, so I shouldn't be so...so... delicate about it.
After the shower, Karen walked into her bedroom in her bathrobe and pulled back the curtains. Still storming. She had left her beeper on her bed, among a pile of her other clothes, and she picked it up without much thought. To her surprise, there was a message written in the tiny screen. She had gotten a page.
"Of course when I'm in the shower..." And of course I'm talking aloud to myself...
Karen read the message -
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Isolde looked out through the window of her hotel room at the rain soaking the area. "Are they really dumb enough to launch in this?" She mumbled looking to the small black beeper in her hand displaying the "9090" code. She knew the consequences of failing to report, and she also knew the consequences of questioning her superiors. Sighing Isolde picking up her bag and grabbed the keys to her vehicle. 'Launching in a storm, what will they think of next?' She thought to herself as she loaded her things into the car. The rain hadn't let up for three days, and she was starting to think that they were being soaked by some sort of tropical system; after all it wasn't too terribly uncommon an event in the summer.
Climbing into the car, she headed for the Kennedy Space Center and the NASA shuttle launch area. There would be no turning back once she got there, and like anyone who might be faced with such a momentous task of the Mars Mission, was having second, third, and fourth thoughts on her decision to go. "Think about this logically, your going to a planet no one has set foot on, of course your going to be nervous, scared even." Isolde muttered as she pulled out of the parking lot.
Despite numerous missions, she always had the feeling that she should and needed to be grateful for every safe return home. Hopefully this time wouldn't be any different.
Climbing into the car, she headed for the Kennedy Space Center and the NASA shuttle launch area. There would be no turning back once she got there, and like anyone who might be faced with such a momentous task of the Mars Mission, was having second, third, and fourth thoughts on her decision to go. "Think about this logically, your going to a planet no one has set foot on, of course your going to be nervous, scared even." Isolde muttered as she pulled out of the parking lot.
Despite numerous missions, she always had the feeling that she should and needed to be grateful for every safe return home. Hopefully this time wouldn't be any different.
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"Go Figure" Azmaria said to herself with a sigh as she tried on her last bikini.......she had always loved the ocean with a passion, and was looking forward to being able to enjoy the beach in Cocoa for a couple of days, before heading out into space......but 'Go Figure' the weather intervened.
So After posing a few times in the mirror, jokingly, Azmaria fell back into the chair behind her and stared out the window - spotting a group of 3 young men stupidly surfing in the chaotic storm. 'That's insane...' she thought, half-admiring the fun she could tell they were having.....her thoughts were interrupted though by an odd beeping sound coming from her laptop, alerting her to a request for a video-chat. "Dad!" she yelled out, as she quickly opened up the laptop on the table in front of her, and pressed 'Accept'
"There's my beautiful girl!" said Petty, as his face popped onto the screen. "Hey dad! I can't believe you actually were able to get your hands on a laptop in that place!" Azmaria joked, fully expecting a phone call instead of a video chat. "Oh you know me, rehab or not, i get what i need!" he responded in a sly manner before noticing the quick glances his daughter was taking out the window. "Must be something special" he said. "Something Special? What??"
"I don't know, you tell me....you're the one neglected your old man, for whatever's outside that window!" Joked petty, with a rather transparent "sad" tone., which caused Azmaria to smile. "Oh it's just some crazy people surfing In this god-awful weather!" "Oh Surfing, you love to surf......why aren't you out there with them Ria!?" Azmaria laughed "Dad, have you not seen the weather reports for the area? It's storming like crazy here!"
"And??". Azmaria raised her eyebrows, as if to say 'Yeah Right'
"I'm serious hun......it's your last day on this planet Ria, go do what i can see that you WANT to do! Go crazy baby girl.....you know, back in woodstock--" Petty then went off into one of his wild and crazy stories from the 60's, and Azmaria grinned, as she half listened and half pondered his suggestion.
"You know, you're right!!" she yelled out, interrupting her father in the middle of his story. "I'm going to go out there and enjoy myself!" she proclaimed "Now if i get struck by a bolt of lightening and die, it's your fault!" she teased sternly........her father simply laughed. "Yeah yeah, now before you run out on me, remember....i love you with all my heart, and do your best today...i'll miss you."
The sudden seriousness in her fathers voice made her tear up ever so slightly, as she clenched the dog-tag necklace around her neck, that her father had given to her before she left. "I'll miss you too dad......stay safe, and get well soon! So we can go after that SOB Tymelled when i get back!!"
Petty rolled his eyes. "Oh gees Azmaria, don't mention the name Tymelled, it ruins the whole conversation!" he joked. "And leave it to you to tell ME to be safe....when you're the one heading off into the unknown!"Azmaria shrugged her shoulders. "Well, someone has to think about you!........but don't worry much about me, i've had the best teacher in the milky way." she said with a smile, before blowing a kiss towards the monitor.
"Bye dad.....i love you.", "Bye baby girl." said the two of them, before signing off.
Several minutes later, Azmaria had thrown on a pair of short-shorts, grabbed her water-proof pager, & tied her hair up into a messy bun. "Time to live!" she joked to herself, before heading out to the beach
The strong winds whipped around her body, as she walked out and grabbed a random board at the closest renting booth.
She then walked over to the two guys who appeared to be a few years young than herself.
"Yo! check it out.....it's a hottie with a body! one of the men said, in a rather juvenile manner."A body AND a board!!" the other one chimed in with, causing Azmaria to roll her eyes as a wave of thunder passed over them. "So, i saw your surfing skills up in my hotel room.......and figured i'd come out here and show you how the pros do it!" she said with a smirk as the last guy walked out of the water, and up to them. "uh-oh, that's a rather big statement chick!" the guy said as he planted his board into the sand and leaned on it. "Oh yeah? Well, 'chick' this out!" she spat back, before running out into the raging waters.
Azmaria had always been an adventurous little dork, but she knew this was crazy....even for her!
Once she swam far enough out, Azmaria sat up on the board, and waited........it didn't take long though for a rapid wave to approach.
Moving quickly, she stood up, balanced herself, and then made sure her pager was securely locked onto her necklace - just before being slammed!
On the shore the guys hooped and hollered as Azmaria not only rode the wave all the way to shore, but managed to add in a few cute maneuvers and tricks for good measure.
Thrilled, she couldn't help but strut her way back onto the beach. "Not bad, eh!?" she yelled out in a teasing manner. "Nah, not bad at all girl!" one of the guys replied, before hi-5ing her......the four then jumped a bit though, as a few more rolls of thunder passed over them, and lightning lit up the entire sky..
Azmaria was slightly surprised by how open she was being with complete strangers.....and how much fun she was having doing so.....but that all stopped when her pager went off, & flashed '9090' across it's screen.
"Awe man, leaving us so soon?" one of the men asked. "Work calls.......gotta jet!" she said, before running towards the rental booth to drop the board she took back off. "But when will we be able to see you again!?" she heard one of them yell out behind her in a sarcastically theatrical manner.
"Turn on the news and watch the take off of the Lewis & Clark!" she yelled back, with a smile, before running inside again........leaving the three guys a bit perplexed.
As Azmaria entered her room she threw the pager down on the bed, stripped out of her swimsuit, and quickly dried herself off - before tying the towel around her bust, and plugging in her hair dryer.
With the amount of hair Azmaria had, she knew she wasn't going to be able to get it completely dry in the 5 minutes she was allocating to blow dry it, but she'd happily settle for 75% dry............which is about what she got, 5 minutes later.
Azmaria then dropped her towel, walked over to the closet, and grabbed her uniform - taking only 10 minutes to fully put it on, boots, jewelry, & all.. She then shoved her weapons into their holsters, placed them on her waist, and then shoved her laptop into her rather large messenger bag, before slinging her semi-dry hair over her right shoulder, as she placed her hat on her head, and headed towards the door.
But before she left, she looked inside her messenger bag, making sure all the clothing & etc. she wanted to take with her was inside of it - which it was.
So she then caught a quickly glimpse of herself in the mirror, before heading out to the space station.
Fifteen minutes or so later, Azmaria walked into the station and was greeted by a few senior commanders and engineers. "Afternoon Commander Styles." they said in somewhat unison....which made her smile, even though it was awkward for her....
'Commander Styles' was a title she was so use to hearing in regards to her father......which is why it was so, weird, to hear it in regards to herself instead.......but nevertheless she responded with "Afternoon Gentleman", casually smiling before heading towards the meeting area.
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Endlessly steaming water flowed from the showerhead. Jericho felt the warm water splash on his face, streaming and dripping down his body. Jericho just stood there leaning with one hand on the shower wall. Head down just enjoying the warmth of the water as it rinsed the filth away. Jericho turned off the water with his other hand and just stood in place as steam rose from his body. Jericho was just thinking, mainly about the world he is about to leave behind as he supervises the trip to Mars. Honestly though he was just thinking about Allison and how she couldn't wait for him. How she dropped everything they had.
Jericho didn't care though. It just surprised him. He had no living family and not too many friends. Jericho is a lone wolf and always will be. But for some reason he loved to protect people, that's why he volunteered for the mission. Maybe time in space would be best for him.
Jericho left the shower finally grabbed a towel to dry off and loosely wrapped a towel around his waist. He strolled into the main room of the hotel. He sure was gonna miss those warm showers. Jericho remembered all of his years in Shadow Company and could remember all the times he wished he had warm water on the battlefield. Oh well.
His black pager started buzzing in the dresser. Jericho didn't need to check it, he knew what it was. Jericho was already dressing but he went at a quicker pace. After tying on his boots he grabbed his assault pack that he already prepped and kneeled on the foot his bed. Jericho wasn't completely a religious man but he knew someone was watching him. He proceeded saying a quick prayer and got back on his feet. It was still pouring cats and dogs but what can a person do?
Jericho pulled out a rain poncho from his pack and put it on. He left the room, got on his Harley and started heading to the KSC. Lord did Jericho love the rain.
Jericho didn't care though. It just surprised him. He had no living family and not too many friends. Jericho is a lone wolf and always will be. But for some reason he loved to protect people, that's why he volunteered for the mission. Maybe time in space would be best for him.
Jericho left the shower finally grabbed a towel to dry off and loosely wrapped a towel around his waist. He strolled into the main room of the hotel. He sure was gonna miss those warm showers. Jericho remembered all of his years in Shadow Company and could remember all the times he wished he had warm water on the battlefield. Oh well.
His black pager started buzzing in the dresser. Jericho didn't need to check it, he knew what it was. Jericho was already dressing but he went at a quicker pace. After tying on his boots he grabbed his assault pack that he already prepped and kneeled on the foot his bed. Jericho wasn't completely a religious man but he knew someone was watching him. He proceeded saying a quick prayer and got back on his feet. It was still pouring cats and dogs but what can a person do?
Jericho pulled out a rain poncho from his pack and put it on. He left the room, got on his Harley and started heading to the KSC. Lord did Jericho love the rain.
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"9090", she whispered as she stood looking out the window at the grey curtain of water that had been falling relentlessly like a tropical storm. It didn't please her that the earth itself wanted to be an enemy of progress. She had spent a long time working hard to get to this point and this wet weather wasn't going to mess it up for her. She'd already spent most of her day just sitting here watching the rain and as the message was delivered to her she had begun to place out her sanctioned uniform, customized to reflect the new generation of space fairing Uruguayans. That's what they said. In her own opinion they hadn't done much with it except add a few more gold sashes and even gained permission to stitch on the NASA logo. It was one of a kind and had an equally unique formal uniform which she pulled out beside her flight suit.
Taking no less than 5 minutes to change into her formal clothes she neatly folded her flight suit and packed it into a small bag. She called the reception downstairs to prepare a vehicle for her as she checked herself in the mirror and pulled on the accompanying hat. Flattening her dress with the palms of her hands she said a silent prayer in the darkness before picking up her bag and heading downstairs.
As she entered the sponsored car the driver greeted her with a slight nod of his head, his dark hair neatly cut exposing the earpiece on the side of his head. She nodded back to him as he looked forward and hauled them forward. The rain was still coming down hard and she found herself going through the pre-flight procedures in her head, her fingers moving slightly as she visualized everything she had been taught about operating the ship. It was more out of nervousness as she tapped on the armrest. It was a great opportunity to finally go to space, let alone Mars. She wished her grandfather was here to see her launch, to smile proudly and tell people it was his granddaughter flying that ship.
A small smile skirted across her lips as the buildings of the Kennedy Space Center came into view. Her mind filled in the gaps that were obscured by the rain as the stern reality of her job struck home. The car came to a halt and the doors to the KSC glared at her, asking her if she was ready and willing to commit herself. She grinned casually as she opened the door confidently and walked towards it with a slow and deliberate step as she entered and showed her credentials at the first checkpoint,
"Captain Maria Suarez reporting in."
Taking no less than 5 minutes to change into her formal clothes she neatly folded her flight suit and packed it into a small bag. She called the reception downstairs to prepare a vehicle for her as she checked herself in the mirror and pulled on the accompanying hat. Flattening her dress with the palms of her hands she said a silent prayer in the darkness before picking up her bag and heading downstairs.
As she entered the sponsored car the driver greeted her with a slight nod of his head, his dark hair neatly cut exposing the earpiece on the side of his head. She nodded back to him as he looked forward and hauled them forward. The rain was still coming down hard and she found herself going through the pre-flight procedures in her head, her fingers moving slightly as she visualized everything she had been taught about operating the ship. It was more out of nervousness as she tapped on the armrest. It was a great opportunity to finally go to space, let alone Mars. She wished her grandfather was here to see her launch, to smile proudly and tell people it was his granddaughter flying that ship.
A small smile skirted across her lips as the buildings of the Kennedy Space Center came into view. Her mind filled in the gaps that were obscured by the rain as the stern reality of her job struck home. The car came to a halt and the doors to the KSC glared at her, asking her if she was ready and willing to commit herself. She grinned casually as she opened the door confidently and walked towards it with a slow and deliberate step as she entered and showed her credentials at the first checkpoint,
"Captain Maria Suarez reporting in."
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John Davies sat on a stool in the hotel bar. He leaned lazily over a small table, a pint of beer in front of him while gazing outwards to the roaring surf. The high waves propelled onto the beach in the endless storm while a few zealous surfers were bravely mounting the waves. A loungy jazz tune added to the clichéd moment as he lit another cigarette. John didn’t normally smoke, but he figured it was one of the best ways to calm his nerves.
Only ten days remained before he and his fellow astronauts would be shot into space in the name of science. He admitted that the sense of adventure and prestige was exhilarating, but he was not very keen on bumpy flying. One problem with the engine and they would be buried on the tin can that was their spaceship. The Lois and Clark – he couldn’t get rid of the superman associations – would soon be his home or his grave.
He reached in his right pocket for the silver watch. It had once belonged to his father before his untimely death. Now it acted as John’s lucky charm. He rubbed his thumb along the polished back surface. It soothed his nerves a little. His father had left the watch for him in a deposit box in Boston, but John had only found it four years after his fathers death. John’s stomach turned as he remembered the vivid dream that led him to the watch. ‘Find me, John’ his father had told him.
‘Goddamn Rain!’ He grunted. He was supposed to be enjoying this day of leave with beautiful women on the beach, drinking mojito’s and forgetting about the impending flight. Desperate for distraction, John beamed around the empty bar for a viable conversation. A middle aged couple sat silently near the window and a bunch of stiff lawyers were discussing the strange weather. Roy, a skinny bartender in a bowtie, was reading the newspaper. John had unsuccessfully tried to joke about women and geology but Roy hadn’t been an easy audience.
Still bored he took a slender phone from his pocket and started browsing his contacts. Perhaps he could call Dana; a marine biologist he met during his study in Boston. She had dumped him on multiple occasions but for some reason he occasionally found his way back to her. He hadn’t spoken to her in a while. Well, he was about to be shot into space.. perhaps he could motivate her to meet.
Unfortunately, the NASA beeper buzzed. Johns heart skipped a beat upon reading the 9090 code. ‘Time’s up John’ his fathers voice echoed in his head. John emptied his wallet on the table as a tip for Roy the bartender. ‘No need for that anymore’ He mumbled to himself. He took his coat and slowly walked outside where a designated car was waiting to take him to the launch site. On the far side of the parking ground a loud motor sounded as a Harley rode off, the drivers poncho waving in the wind.
Only ten days remained before he and his fellow astronauts would be shot into space in the name of science. He admitted that the sense of adventure and prestige was exhilarating, but he was not very keen on bumpy flying. One problem with the engine and they would be buried on the tin can that was their spaceship. The Lois and Clark – he couldn’t get rid of the superman associations – would soon be his home or his grave.
He reached in his right pocket for the silver watch. It had once belonged to his father before his untimely death. Now it acted as John’s lucky charm. He rubbed his thumb along the polished back surface. It soothed his nerves a little. His father had left the watch for him in a deposit box in Boston, but John had only found it four years after his fathers death. John’s stomach turned as he remembered the vivid dream that led him to the watch. ‘Find me, John’ his father had told him.
‘Goddamn Rain!’ He grunted. He was supposed to be enjoying this day of leave with beautiful women on the beach, drinking mojito’s and forgetting about the impending flight. Desperate for distraction, John beamed around the empty bar for a viable conversation. A middle aged couple sat silently near the window and a bunch of stiff lawyers were discussing the strange weather. Roy, a skinny bartender in a bowtie, was reading the newspaper. John had unsuccessfully tried to joke about women and geology but Roy hadn’t been an easy audience.
Still bored he took a slender phone from his pocket and started browsing his contacts. Perhaps he could call Dana; a marine biologist he met during his study in Boston. She had dumped him on multiple occasions but for some reason he occasionally found his way back to her. He hadn’t spoken to her in a while. Well, he was about to be shot into space.. perhaps he could motivate her to meet.
Unfortunately, the NASA beeper buzzed. Johns heart skipped a beat upon reading the 9090 code. ‘Time’s up John’ his fathers voice echoed in his head. John emptied his wallet on the table as a tip for Roy the bartender. ‘No need for that anymore’ He mumbled to himself. He took his coat and slowly walked outside where a designated car was waiting to take him to the launch site. On the far side of the parking ground a loud motor sounded as a Harley rode off, the drivers poncho waving in the wind.
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“Yes mother—no, mother. No mother of course not, that’s just the television. Of course, it’s just background noise to help me study. Yes, I’m studying just like you told me to. Yes mother. Yes mother—no mother, just a small healthy snack before I head off. Alright. Yes. Yes, I won’t forget. Yes mother, I love you too. Give my regards to father. Alright. Alright. Goodbye—Yes, I will. Goodbye.”
Red button, and—
“A toast to Dr. Demidov, for his future, keeping the Superman crew alive, and for having no conscience and lying to his dear old mother—right before he sets off for space!”
A clink of wine glasses, and a flurry of good-natured laughter. With a forkful of lobster, Varek shook his head, grinning. “I’m probably employing you, so be careful, Nick.”
The man who had declared the toast chuckled, taking a happy sip of merlot. “I’ve no doubt, Varek.”
“Are you excited?” A woman with glass-green eyes across from him—Dr. Leverton. Varek leaned forward, as if bestowing a secret.
“Incredibly.”
The chatter continued on.
For the past eighteen months, these fellow doctors (about ten or so) had been taking care of he and the crew—and Varek was grateful. The very last day, he had declared lunch (on him) and so through the rain, he feasted on lobster, crab, shrimp, an incredible Godiva chocolate cheesecake, some profiteroles, and another round of lobster. He could eat Versailles dry, his father used to joke. It was amongst the pleasant wave of friends and recollections that his pager beeped. Nick heard it too.
“Hey! Demidov’s been summoned by the almighty!”
And through the avalanche of well-wishes he left. Among his last few memories of Earth would be lobster, crystal flutes, laughter.
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9090.
Most seemed to be there. He entered, a slight victim of the rain. Smiled.
“Dr. Varek Demidov reporting in.”
Red button, and—
“A toast to Dr. Demidov, for his future, keeping the Superman crew alive, and for having no conscience and lying to his dear old mother—right before he sets off for space!”
A clink of wine glasses, and a flurry of good-natured laughter. With a forkful of lobster, Varek shook his head, grinning. “I’m probably employing you, so be careful, Nick.”
The man who had declared the toast chuckled, taking a happy sip of merlot. “I’ve no doubt, Varek.”
“Are you excited?” A woman with glass-green eyes across from him—Dr. Leverton. Varek leaned forward, as if bestowing a secret.
“Incredibly.”
The chatter continued on.
For the past eighteen months, these fellow doctors (about ten or so) had been taking care of he and the crew—and Varek was grateful. The very last day, he had declared lunch (on him) and so through the rain, he feasted on lobster, crab, shrimp, an incredible Godiva chocolate cheesecake, some profiteroles, and another round of lobster. He could eat Versailles dry, his father used to joke. It was amongst the pleasant wave of friends and recollections that his pager beeped. Nick heard it too.
“Hey! Demidov’s been summoned by the almighty!”
And through the avalanche of well-wishes he left. Among his last few memories of Earth would be lobster, crystal flutes, laughter.
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9090.
Most seemed to be there. He entered, a slight victim of the rain. Smiled.
“Dr. Varek Demidov reporting in.”
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Conference room 3 of the Kennedy Space Center looked like a small college hall. Several ascending rows of wooden benches were facing a central projector screen and a wooden table, covered in aerial photographs of Martian landing sites. To the right stood a white board, decorated with complicated formulas of flight trajectory and other physics gibberish. George Watson – the man in charge – stood in front of the audience on the podium. John sat on the front row flipping the silver watch in his hand. He always took out the watch when he was nervous and the new launch date worried him. Watson adjusted his glasses as he continued to speak.
On the projection sheet there was a blurry picture of.. well something. “What the hell is that?” John thought to himself. He squinted his eyes, trying to make something of the blurry shape on the picture. There was something intriguing about the phenomenon that he could not place. It was almost as if it was calling out to him, just waiting to be discovered. But this was not his inner scientist talking, this was something else..
Initially the mission aboard the Lewis and Clark had reminded John of Darwin's ship - the Beagle. Similar to Darwin they would explore uncharted territories. But in this case to collect the first evidence for extraterrestrial life. Sure, people had planted a flag on the moon and walked in space. But the scientific impact of even some boring old microbe on Mars would be far greater than any of that. Scientists would be forced reconsider the prevalent paradigms regarding the origin of life. Even the possibility of water masses on Mars would change the way geologists viewed the Earth. It had been a part of his reasons to sign up for the mission. But now, looking at this blurry shape on the projection sheet, it felt as if none of that mattered anymore.
Suddenly he realized that he hadn't payed attention to the presentation. The silence in his head vanished as the surrounding sound came back with a bang.
"I'm sure you all have a lot of questions. So at this time I will answer what I can or direct your question to one of the other experts behind me. The floor is now yours."
Without really thinking it through John lifted his hand and opened his mouth; “Yeah, what's for dinner. I'm starving!”
Watson gave him an ice stare, enough to make John regret his loud mouth. Maybe he shouldn't have taken that last pint that afternoon.
On the projection sheet there was a blurry picture of.. well something. “What the hell is that?” John thought to himself. He squinted his eyes, trying to make something of the blurry shape on the picture. There was something intriguing about the phenomenon that he could not place. It was almost as if it was calling out to him, just waiting to be discovered. But this was not his inner scientist talking, this was something else..
Initially the mission aboard the Lewis and Clark had reminded John of Darwin's ship - the Beagle. Similar to Darwin they would explore uncharted territories. But in this case to collect the first evidence for extraterrestrial life. Sure, people had planted a flag on the moon and walked in space. But the scientific impact of even some boring old microbe on Mars would be far greater than any of that. Scientists would be forced reconsider the prevalent paradigms regarding the origin of life. Even the possibility of water masses on Mars would change the way geologists viewed the Earth. It had been a part of his reasons to sign up for the mission. But now, looking at this blurry shape on the projection sheet, it felt as if none of that mattered anymore.
Suddenly he realized that he hadn't payed attention to the presentation. The silence in his head vanished as the surrounding sound came back with a bang.
"I'm sure you all have a lot of questions. So at this time I will answer what I can or direct your question to one of the other experts behind me. The floor is now yours."
Without really thinking it through John lifted his hand and opened his mouth; “Yeah, what's for dinner. I'm starving!”
Watson gave him an ice stare, enough to make John regret his loud mouth. Maybe he shouldn't have taken that last pint that afternoon.
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One by one each of the crew members of the L&C arrive to KSC. Once on site each of you are directed to Conference Room 3.
After 15 minutes of waiting NASA heads start to file in. The gentleman in charge of this mission, George Watson, steps up to the podium and speaks to you. "Thank you for arriving so quickly in such awful weather. I understand this is your downtime and were looking to relax before your upcoming mission but unfortunately plans have changed," the short, chubby man in his 40s explained.
George peered down at the notes in front of him, adjusted his glasses and tie and looked back up to you all. "Your launch has been drastically moved up. The launch of this historic mission will take place in three days."
NASA employees and the crew looked around nervously at the news.
"Now I understand a launch has never been done in such short notice and normally I would never give the green light under such circumstances but something has happened and we need to take off immediately," Mr. Watson explained. "Now I have been in long meetings with every NASA expert the past 48 hours and they assure me we can launch safely in three days. They promise every safety check can be accomplished and the Lewis and Clark will be ready."
The NASA head looked back down at his notes and continued. "For the past 30 years we have noticed something near Mars. I say "something" because quite frankly we have no idea what it is. We've never been able to get a decent look at to what this anomaly is. What we do know is it appears for 24 hours once a week for an entire year and then does not appear again for 5 years."
"What we decided to do is equip the L&C with technologically advanced cameras. We think if you are close enough to it when it appears for 24 hours we can get some detailed pictures of this and allow us to figure out what exactly this thing is that appears and disappears in a mystifying way. But in order for you all to photograph it you have to leave in three days. If you launch as originally schedule we'll miss it and won't be able to have another chance at this in another five years."
George Watson looks up at the crew of the Lewis and Clark. "I'm sure you all have a lot of questions. So at this time I will answer what I can or direct your question to one of the other experts behind me. The floor is now yours."
After 15 minutes of waiting NASA heads start to file in. The gentleman in charge of this mission, George Watson, steps up to the podium and speaks to you. "Thank you for arriving so quickly in such awful weather. I understand this is your downtime and were looking to relax before your upcoming mission but unfortunately plans have changed," the short, chubby man in his 40s explained.
George peered down at the notes in front of him, adjusted his glasses and tie and looked back up to you all. "Your launch has been drastically moved up. The launch of this historic mission will take place in three days."
NASA employees and the crew looked around nervously at the news.
"Now I understand a launch has never been done in such short notice and normally I would never give the green light under such circumstances but something has happened and we need to take off immediately," Mr. Watson explained. "Now I have been in long meetings with every NASA expert the past 48 hours and they assure me we can launch safely in three days. They promise every safety check can be accomplished and the Lewis and Clark will be ready."
The NASA head looked back down at his notes and continued. "For the past 30 years we have noticed something near Mars. I say "something" because quite frankly we have no idea what it is. We've never been able to get a decent look at to what this anomaly is. What we do know is it appears for 24 hours once a week for an entire year and then does not appear again for 5 years."
"What we decided to do is equip the L&C with technologically advanced cameras. We think if you are close enough to it when it appears for 24 hours we can get some detailed pictures of this and allow us to figure out what exactly this thing is that appears and disappears in a mystifying way. But in order for you all to photograph it you have to leave in three days. If you launch as originally schedule we'll miss it and won't be able to have another chance at this in another five years."
George Watson looks up at the crew of the Lewis and Clark. "I'm sure you all have a lot of questions. So at this time I will answer what I can or direct your question to one of the other experts behind me. The floor is now yours."
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Jericho could not believe what he was hearing. In all of years of being involved in conspiracies and even working in Area 51, he had never heard of such of a thing. But he was trained for this sort of thing. Wasnt he? He could only protect people from living breathing threats, not whatever is floating by Mars! His right eye twitched. This only happens when he is really surprised.
Unlike the majority of others in the room Jericho was standing. He was off a few feet away from the person in the back row. He stood with his arms folded analyzing everyone and everything. But after this shocking piece of news he ignored everything.
He rose his hand to ask a question. "Does NASA know anything about this.... Object? I mean I was qualified to bring some protection on board of this craft but I have a feeling Alot of this will be insufficient for... whatever that is! I know bullets are a horrible idea but can I request any laser based prototype or an electric weapon? I'm just worried about the good of the people placed under my protection."
Jericho just stood waiting for a reply.
Unlike the majority of others in the room Jericho was standing. He was off a few feet away from the person in the back row. He stood with his arms folded analyzing everyone and everything. But after this shocking piece of news he ignored everything.
He rose his hand to ask a question. "Does NASA know anything about this.... Object? I mean I was qualified to bring some protection on board of this craft but I have a feeling Alot of this will be insufficient for... whatever that is! I know bullets are a horrible idea but can I request any laser based prototype or an electric weapon? I'm just worried about the good of the people placed under my protection."
Jericho just stood waiting for a reply.
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Mr. Watson listened to Jericho as he spoke. "Does NASA know anything about this.... Object? I mean I was qualified to bring some protection on board of this craft but I have a feeling Alot of this will be insufficient for... whatever that is! I know bullets are a horrible idea but can I request any laser based prototype or an electric weapon? I'm just worried about the good of the people placed under my protection."
After Jericho had finished Watson responded. "First off we have no idea what this object is. For the past 30 years we've been photographing it but no image we've obtained has been clear or given us any clues as to what it is. We have some guesses but that's all they are. Guesses. Whatever it is blends in to its location. It simply shows up as a blur. We don't have a clue what it is. NASA experts have a wide range of theories and ideas but nothing concrete. Some think it may contain exotic and/or dark matter. Others think it may have properties consisting of negative energy density."
Watson continued. "In regards to the safety of the crew don't worry about it. There's no danger despite us not knowing what this is. Your craft won't be that close to it. You guys will simply be taking photographic images of it from a distance on your way to Mars. Besides, there's no way in hell we would ever allow firearms on-board. If a round were to puncture the skin of the craft everyone on-board could die. Your main goal is to keep an eye on the crew and make sure none of them react negatively to the 400-plus day round-trip mission."
Watson looks down at his notes and then glances back up at the crew. "Now if there's no other questions I'll quickly go over the basics. So as I just explained instead of launching in ten days we'll be taking off in three, this Tuesday at 2200 hours. The mission to Mars will take approximately 200 days. The time-frame won't be effected by your additional mission of taking photographs of the mysterious object. The trajectory you'll be taking will take you right by it. You'll arrive at the location we want you in to take the images one day before it appears. Once it appears it will remain visible for 24 hours. After that it will be gone for 5 years so we only get one shot at this."
"Also," Watson continued, "once you land on Mars you all know your assignments. Pilot Maria Suarez, Payload Commander Isolde Gardiner and Mission Specialist John Davies will be the first humans to walk on the surface of Mars. Everyone else will provide technical support and assistance."
"One last thing," Watson added, "as you already know the crew of seven has gone up. Jericho Yaegers will be along for the ride as a Mission Specialist providing security. NASA decided since the journey is over 400 days and with the importance of the mission they want someone to oversee security just as a precaution. There is a ninth member that was just added. Jared Jones will be another Mission Specialist. He's an astrophysicist with specialization in several areas. We decided to add him to assist us with understanding what exactly this mysterious object is. We figure with him so close to it he'll be able to help us out in determining exactly what we're dealing with. Both Yaegers and Jones are qualified for this mission and have passed all the standard tests and evaluations so there's no need to worry. I understand launching seven days early and adding two new members at the last moment isn't ideal but we're confident everything will run smooth and as planned."
Watson scans each and every one of you. "Now if there are no other questions you all are dismissed and are to remain on site until launch. You may make any phone calls you wish but you are not to mention anything about the mysterious object. NASA wants to keep this quiet until we're certain what we're dealing with. Besides that you are free to do anything you wish here at KSC. I'll arrange for you all to have separate rooms so you all can relax before this Tuesday."
After Jericho had finished Watson responded. "First off we have no idea what this object is. For the past 30 years we've been photographing it but no image we've obtained has been clear or given us any clues as to what it is. We have some guesses but that's all they are. Guesses. Whatever it is blends in to its location. It simply shows up as a blur. We don't have a clue what it is. NASA experts have a wide range of theories and ideas but nothing concrete. Some think it may contain exotic and/or dark matter. Others think it may have properties consisting of negative energy density."
Watson continued. "In regards to the safety of the crew don't worry about it. There's no danger despite us not knowing what this is. Your craft won't be that close to it. You guys will simply be taking photographic images of it from a distance on your way to Mars. Besides, there's no way in hell we would ever allow firearms on-board. If a round were to puncture the skin of the craft everyone on-board could die. Your main goal is to keep an eye on the crew and make sure none of them react negatively to the 400-plus day round-trip mission."
Watson looks down at his notes and then glances back up at the crew. "Now if there's no other questions I'll quickly go over the basics. So as I just explained instead of launching in ten days we'll be taking off in three, this Tuesday at 2200 hours. The mission to Mars will take approximately 200 days. The time-frame won't be effected by your additional mission of taking photographs of the mysterious object. The trajectory you'll be taking will take you right by it. You'll arrive at the location we want you in to take the images one day before it appears. Once it appears it will remain visible for 24 hours. After that it will be gone for 5 years so we only get one shot at this."
"Also," Watson continued, "once you land on Mars you all know your assignments. Pilot Maria Suarez, Payload Commander Isolde Gardiner and Mission Specialist John Davies will be the first humans to walk on the surface of Mars. Everyone else will provide technical support and assistance."
"One last thing," Watson added, "as you already know the crew of seven has gone up. Jericho Yaegers will be along for the ride as a Mission Specialist providing security. NASA decided since the journey is over 400 days and with the importance of the mission they want someone to oversee security just as a precaution. There is a ninth member that was just added. Jared Jones will be another Mission Specialist. He's an astrophysicist with specialization in several areas. We decided to add him to assist us with understanding what exactly this mysterious object is. We figure with him so close to it he'll be able to help us out in determining exactly what we're dealing with. Both Yaegers and Jones are qualified for this mission and have passed all the standard tests and evaluations so there's no need to worry. I understand launching seven days early and adding two new members at the last moment isn't ideal but we're confident everything will run smooth and as planned."
Watson scans each and every one of you. "Now if there are no other questions you all are dismissed and are to remain on site until launch. You may make any phone calls you wish but you are not to mention anything about the mysterious object. NASA wants to keep this quiet until we're certain what we're dealing with. Besides that you are free to do anything you wish here at KSC. I'll arrange for you all to have separate rooms so you all can relax before this Tuesday."
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"Explosive decompression..." Isolde muttered thinking the guy was an idiot for even suggesting a firearm. She hadn't yet exactly been informed as to what the payload would be, and now she was just being told that she'd be one of the first to set foot on the alien planet. Mars wasn't exactly alien but, no human had set foot there before and it was strange and unknown.
It seemed rather foolish to put all your commanding or essential crew in one proverbial basket to set foot on the planet, what if something were to happen to them? Then what?
This current plan for things was highly unusual for NASA, in fact Isolde had never ever seen a launch moved up. It worried her that they were risking everything and being far from cautious with this anomaly that currently resided in Mars orbit. Photographs at a distance were one thing, but what if their equipment triggered something? Sighing and shaking her head, she realized that perhaps she'd been reading one too many novels and watching one too many movies. This wasn't "2001: A Space Odyssey", and they wouldn't be dealing with a half crazed computer either.
"Sir, I have a question. What exactly is our payload consisting of for this mission? I understand that there are the basics, such as our suits, vehicles and survey equipment, but what else? Anything particular to this anomaly?" She was soft spoken, but knew how to project to make her voice carry across the room allowing for her to be easily heard. There were things that worried her about this mission, and so far NASA had done little to put those fears to rest.
It seemed rather foolish to put all your commanding or essential crew in one proverbial basket to set foot on the planet, what if something were to happen to them? Then what?
This current plan for things was highly unusual for NASA, in fact Isolde had never ever seen a launch moved up. It worried her that they were risking everything and being far from cautious with this anomaly that currently resided in Mars orbit. Photographs at a distance were one thing, but what if their equipment triggered something? Sighing and shaking her head, she realized that perhaps she'd been reading one too many novels and watching one too many movies. This wasn't "2001: A Space Odyssey", and they wouldn't be dealing with a half crazed computer either.
"Sir, I have a question. What exactly is our payload consisting of for this mission? I understand that there are the basics, such as our suits, vehicles and survey equipment, but what else? Anything particular to this anomaly?" She was soft spoken, but knew how to project to make her voice carry across the room allowing for her to be easily heard. There were things that worried her about this mission, and so far NASA had done little to put those fears to rest.
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The nine astronauts were all strapped in to the Lewis and Clark for their historical mission. They were five minutes away from liftoff and everyone was anxious as well as nervous. Would things go smoothly considering all the last-minute changes? Was the mission being rushed? Was the craft ready under short-notice? These were the questions swirling around the heads of the nine brave souls.
The skies had cleared the day before as predicted and was a beautiful summer night. The mission had been given a green light and they were minutes away from being in space. The L&C sat on the lighted runway in the humid air. The L&C was part of a different class of ship. It did not take off vertically like previous spacecrafts. It took off like a traditional plane. Once proper speed was maintained it went vertical and then ignited the thrusters where it would enter space.
Commander Styles and Pilot Suarez went over last-minute details with each other and Command. Flight Engineer Gilmour scanned his monitor and typed in a few last-second details into the computer. It was his job to call out the milestones during takeoff and during the long journey. This was his third time headed to space and he was extremely excited given the historical importance of the mission.
"T-minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 4, 3, 2, 1, you are cleared for takeoff Lewis and Clark" Command said over the radio. Commander Styles roared the large engines to life as the medium-sized ship lurched forward and rapidly increased speed. Once at proper speed Styles slowly lifted the nose of the L&C as it went airborne as she combined her time between controlling the ship, talking to her pilot Suarez and communicating with Command.
Once at 30,000 feet Commander Styles started the maneuver of taking the L&C vertical. Once the ship was in position she gave the order to Suarez to ignite the boosters. Suarez reached down and activated them. All members on-board were jolted back in their seats as the boosters roared to life.
"40,000, 50,000, 60,000 feet," Gilmour shouted out as the L&C raced upward. "Current speed now 17,000 mph."
"L&C this is Command. Everything looks good. Once you reach space Houston will take over."
"100,000 feet," Gilmour grunted as they screamed forward. "200,000 feet. Ship at max effective speed."
Styles and Suarez barked back and forth to one another as they listened to Gilmour's milestones and the ground slowly disappeared.
"250,000 feet," Gilmour shouted again. "300,000. Almost there. 328,000 feet," he shouted one last time. "We are officially in space, boys and girls!"
Commander Styles continued the ascent to 450,000 feet before she slowly eased the L&C away from earth.
"Lewis and Clark this is Houston. We have you now. Everything looks great so far. Textbook takeoff. Congratulations."
The nine astronauts were all strapped in to the Lewis and Clark for their historical mission. They were five minutes away from liftoff and everyone was anxious as well as nervous. Would things go smoothly considering all the last-minute changes? Was the mission being rushed? Was the craft ready under short-notice? These were the questions swirling around the heads of the nine brave souls.
The skies had cleared the day before as predicted and was a beautiful summer night. The mission had been given a green light and they were minutes away from being in space. The L&C sat on the lighted runway in the humid air. The L&C was part of a different class of ship. It did not take off vertically like previous spacecrafts. It took off like a traditional plane. Once proper speed was maintained it went vertical and then ignited the thrusters where it would enter space.
Commander Styles and Pilot Suarez went over last-minute details with each other and Command. Flight Engineer Gilmour scanned his monitor and typed in a few last-second details into the computer. It was his job to call out the milestones during takeoff and during the long journey. This was his third time headed to space and he was extremely excited given the historical importance of the mission.
"T-minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 4, 3, 2, 1, you are cleared for takeoff Lewis and Clark" Command said over the radio. Commander Styles roared the large engines to life as the medium-sized ship lurched forward and rapidly increased speed. Once at proper speed Styles slowly lifted the nose of the L&C as it went airborne as she combined her time between controlling the ship, talking to her pilot Suarez and communicating with Command.
Once at 30,000 feet Commander Styles started the maneuver of taking the L&C vertical. Once the ship was in position she gave the order to Suarez to ignite the boosters. Suarez reached down and activated them. All members on-board were jolted back in their seats as the boosters roared to life.
"40,000, 50,000, 60,000 feet," Gilmour shouted out as the L&C raced upward. "Current speed now 17,000 mph."
"L&C this is Command. Everything looks good. Once you reach space Houston will take over."
"100,000 feet," Gilmour grunted as they screamed forward. "200,000 feet. Ship at max effective speed."
Styles and Suarez barked back and forth to one another as they listened to Gilmour's milestones and the ground slowly disappeared.
"250,000 feet," Gilmour shouted again. "300,000. Almost there. 328,000 feet," he shouted one last time. "We are officially in space, boys and girls!"
Commander Styles continued the ascent to 450,000 feet before she slowly eased the L&C away from earth.
"Lewis and Clark this is Houston. We have you now. Everything looks great so far. Textbook takeoff. Congratulations."
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John was tightly strapped in for the launch as the speaker counted down from ten. The ship vibrated as it was building power. He was strangely calm compared to the nervousness he had experienced over the last few days. But on the dangerous moments he was always calm.
The days after the meeting had been a blur. The last minute addition of the two crewmen had shaken up his morale. He wished he'd taken the time to talk to someone about it. He hadn't even spoken more than two words to the new guys. Jericho seemed like a decent guy, but he was military and that might cause some friction. And this Jared Jones was even more mysterious; was he supposed to be some kind of wormhole physicist ?
He wondered what the scene would look like from the outside. When he was a young boy, more than twenty years ago, his father had taken him to the launch of the Discovery Space shuttle. They had driven all the way from Boston, just him and his dad on a road trip. The launch had been the highlight of his childhood and one of the most impressive sights of his live. He had sat on the front of the car holding a pair of goggles while his father pointed to the launch site in the distance. When the space shuttle blasted off in a cloud of smoke and fire John had promised his father that he would set off in a rocket like that one day. His dad had replied that he would be there to watch his son with great pride.
But now his dad was gone.
Suddenly the ship burst forward and John clumsily bumped his head against the back of his space helmet. 'Dammmmmiiitt!' - He exclaimed as the ship leaped forward into the sky. A burst of adrenaline seared through his body causing him to smile like an idiot. As they pierced the exosphere the feeling of weightlessness became more and more apparent. For the first time John dared to look to his right, still smiling from the adrenaline, and put up his thumb in approval.
"We are officially in space, boys and girls!" - The coms shouted.
A feeling of enthusiasm engulfed John, triumphant that their adventure had finally started. He wondered when he could release his cusps to look outside to the shrinking planet below them. He had dreamed about this moment for ages and now that it was finally there it felt surreal. He suddenly remembered his father's final advise; 'Time to let go, John'. Maybe he had meant the fears and doubts regarding the mission?
“I hope you're watching right now, Dad.” - He mumbled to himself.
The days after the meeting had been a blur. The last minute addition of the two crewmen had shaken up his morale. He wished he'd taken the time to talk to someone about it. He hadn't even spoken more than two words to the new guys. Jericho seemed like a decent guy, but he was military and that might cause some friction. And this Jared Jones was even more mysterious; was he supposed to be some kind of wormhole physicist ?
He wondered what the scene would look like from the outside. When he was a young boy, more than twenty years ago, his father had taken him to the launch of the Discovery Space shuttle. They had driven all the way from Boston, just him and his dad on a road trip. The launch had been the highlight of his childhood and one of the most impressive sights of his live. He had sat on the front of the car holding a pair of goggles while his father pointed to the launch site in the distance. When the space shuttle blasted off in a cloud of smoke and fire John had promised his father that he would set off in a rocket like that one day. His dad had replied that he would be there to watch his son with great pride.
But now his dad was gone.
Suddenly the ship burst forward and John clumsily bumped his head against the back of his space helmet. 'Dammmmmiiitt!' - He exclaimed as the ship leaped forward into the sky. A burst of adrenaline seared through his body causing him to smile like an idiot. As they pierced the exosphere the feeling of weightlessness became more and more apparent. For the first time John dared to look to his right, still smiling from the adrenaline, and put up his thumb in approval.
"We are officially in space, boys and girls!" - The coms shouted.
A feeling of enthusiasm engulfed John, triumphant that their adventure had finally started. He wondered when he could release his cusps to look outside to the shrinking planet below them. He had dreamed about this moment for ages and now that it was finally there it felt surreal. He suddenly remembered his father's final advise; 'Time to let go, John'. Maybe he had meant the fears and doubts regarding the mission?
“I hope you're watching right now, Dad.” - He mumbled to himself.
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Karen felt nauseous. She wasn't quite sure why she felt nauseous - was it because she was so nervous, or because she was so excited? Either way, she knew that she was experiencing a life-changing moment. Karen had done tons of simulations, but there was nothing quite like the real thing. She felt a wave of relief as they entered space and the comms communicated a 'textbook takeoff'. I did it, she thought to herself. I'm really here! It was all she could to control herself from jumping up and down in glee, which she assumed would not have been very professional.
Still...
"We did it you guys!" yelled Karen, punching the air. "Whoohoo!"
Still...
"We did it you guys!" yelled Karen, punching the air. "Whoohoo!"
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Once the ship was stabilized Jared rips his helmet off, grabs a bag and pukes inside it. After a few moments pass and he gathers himself he unfastens himself from his restraints and heads to the rec room. He steps inside the medium-sized room aligned with couches and chairs. He approaches the stereo computer and punches in Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon. Once the music started he takes a seat on one of the couches and just stares at the wall. Almost hypnotized.
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John cheerfully hummed St Louis blues, walking unsteadily through the hallway of the Lewis and Clark. From the end of the hallway sounded another piece of music. John stuck his head down the door to discover Jared on the couch. They had met briefly, but this would be a good moment to find out who he was. John dropped himself like a potato on the chair perpendicular to the couch and directed himself to Jared. “Quite the launch, eh!” - he started clumsily in his low voice.
He laughed a bellowing laugh. “God-damn adrenaline! Once the rush is over there's not much left of us, is there.” After a pauze he sat up and leaned forward. “Are you alright, mate? You look a little pale.”
He laughed a bellowing laugh. “God-damn adrenaline! Once the rush is over there's not much left of us, is there.” After a pauze he sat up and leaned forward. “Are you alright, mate? You look a little pale.”
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Jared was fixated on the wall when John walked in and started talking. Jared broke his concentration and looked over at the big man. "Yeah, I'm all right. First time up. You know, no amount of training can prepare you for the real thing. Too bad we're not allowed to drink up here," he said with a slight smile. "I just need to relax for a bit. Felt a little claustrophobic strapped in like that. Just needed a little space to stretch out," he replied as he glanced down at the table as his hands shook slightly. "So where are you from?" he asked John.
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Too bad we're not allowed to drink up here.. John liked this man more by the minute. He leaned a little closer and looked around in conspiracy, his eyes became shifty as he lowered his voice: "Well, they can't really kick us off the boat anymore, can they?" He passed Jared a mischievous smile. "Besides, I may have replaced a case of rock samples with a few samples of my own." He laughed and raised his voice back to a normal tone, afraid that anyone might overhear their conversation.
"Where I'm from?" - he repeated the question out loud as if he continued the conversation naturally - "Well, I've lived most of my life in Boston, but I was actually born in Hebron, New Hampshire. My grandfather had a lodge there, you see. I used to spend summers up there; climbing mountains, looking at rocks, that sort of thing. Ah, nothing beats some fresh mountain air. Well, unless it's some Martian Volcano of course."
This very idea created a big grin on John's face. He coughed, realizing he was going into geology-lecture-mode any minute now.
"And what about you? How did you end up on this boat, then?"
"Where I'm from?" - he repeated the question out loud as if he continued the conversation naturally - "Well, I've lived most of my life in Boston, but I was actually born in Hebron, New Hampshire. My grandfather had a lodge there, you see. I used to spend summers up there; climbing mountains, looking at rocks, that sort of thing. Ah, nothing beats some fresh mountain air. Well, unless it's some Martian Volcano of course."
This very idea created a big grin on John's face. He coughed, realizing he was going into geology-lecture-mode any minute now.
"And what about you? How did you end up on this boat, then?"
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"How did I end up here?" Jared repeated the question. "That object NASA can't identify is why I'm here," he responded. "I'm an astrophysicist. I have a few specialties but theoretical astrophysics is my main field," he said as he placed one hand over the other to stop the shaking. "Since we can't get any indication of what exactly this thing is our friends back on Earth decided they wanted me along for the ride to see if I can make heads or tails of it. I was surprised they sent me up on such short notice but I'm qualified and current. Everything is such a blur right now. Doesn't seem real. It's like a dream," he said as he gazed back at the wall.
Jared rose to his feet suddenly. "Maybe I'll feel better if I lie down. It was nice talking to you, John. I'll see you later," he said as he left the room.
Jared rose to his feet suddenly. "Maybe I'll feel better if I lie down. It was nice talking to you, John. I'll see you later," he said as he left the room.
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1, 2, 3, 4by Manic Monkey on Sun May 22, 2011 9:37 pm
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Re: [OOC] Distant Evil
Sorry to bow out of this, but I just hit a busy period offline. Feel free to write out my character in some way, if you haven't already. I don't mind.
Re: [OOC] Distant Evil
@Lacquer: Nice! I think I'm going to wait a little bit for Jericho or Manic before I'll post again.
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Lol, I'm glad you posted Jericho. I wasn't sure John would get out of there =P On that matter, if anyone wants to take the initiative, drag the heavy bastard outside, medical treatment, stuff like that. Please take a little freedom. I'll weave any dialog back in if necessary, or we could just say he passes out.
I'll refrain from posting to give everybody else the chance to write something. But if nothing happens over a week, I'll take the liberty and post anyways! I'll just wait until Manic returns, then..
@Manic: That's my city :) You better bring a raincoat, though.
@Manic: That's my city :) You better bring a raincoat, though.
Re: [OOC] Distant Evil
I know this is bad timing but my ex-wife, daughter and I are going on vacation. We're going to Amsterdam tomorrow and will be back around the 1st. So about 10 days. Once back I'll get this back on a regular schedule with no further delays. Go ahead and keep posting, just don't get too far ahead. This will also give those that only post once or twice a week to catch up. Then we'll get this rolling again for good.
Re: [OOC] Distant Evil
Manic, glad to hear that everything is fine; I'll see if I can post something tomorrow or monday.
So how is everybody else doing?
So how is everybody else doing?
Re: [OOC] Distant Evil
All righty. Appreciate everyone being patient while I dealt with some personal family problems. Everything is fine now, will be back to posting regularly and I just posted in the story to move it along. Now the enire RP is in your hands. I'm prepared for any direction you wish to take it in.
Re: [OOC] Distant Evil
Greetings everybody. My daughter came home from the hospital this morning. Tonight I will post and be back to my daily posting routine and get this back rolling again.
Apologize again for the delay.
Apologize again for the delay.
Re: [OOC] Distant Evil
Hey guys, I'm going to be gone awhile. Vacation, battery recharge and all that. I'll post when/if I can.
Re: [OOC] Distant Evil
Sorry it took me so long to reply; I was on a festival for a few days.
@ Izoi: I decided to wrap up to the whole cargobay incident for now, so we can move on with the main plot. I could always delete the last paragraph if you'd like to sqeeze in more. BTW, you caught me on the wormhole thing; I thought it'd been mentioned. Guess I'll have to crop it up to nervous crazy talk or something like that =P. Incidentally, the referenced Romanian President is Emil Constantinescu. Although, the pub escaping was actually latter president Basescu.
Now that Manic is back I hope we can get this show on the road.
@ Izoi: I decided to wrap up to the whole cargobay incident for now, so we can move on with the main plot. I could always delete the last paragraph if you'd like to sqeeze in more. BTW, you caught me on the wormhole thing; I thought it'd been mentioned. Guess I'll have to crop it up to nervous crazy talk or something like that =P. Incidentally, the referenced Romanian President is Emil Constantinescu. Although, the pub escaping was actually latter president Basescu.
Now that Manic is back I hope we can get this show on the road.
Re: [OOC] Distant Evil
No problem Manic. Hope your daughter gets better, it's always great to hear someone's getting to go home from the hospital.
Re: [OOC] Distant Evil
Hello, folks. I deeply apologize about the delay. My daughter has been in the hospital for a week. I've been up there quite a bit and unable to post.
She comes home tomorrow. Monday I will move this forward to the meat of the RP and let you all take it away in any direction you wish. I apologize again for my short absence.
She comes home tomorrow. Monday I will move this forward to the meat of the RP and let you all take it away in any direction you wish. I apologize again for my short absence.
Re: [OOC] Distant Evil
Uh I know it's summer and all.. but are we going to keep somewhat moving in a direction with this RP?
Re: [OOC] Distant Evil
Hudleboon: That's fine. I will figure something out to post, a bit stumped at the moment. Might be due to some stresses offline, not sure.
Re: [OOC] Distant Evil
Don't subject my character to a cruel fate, please XD I have been posting and stuff even if I have not been as interactive as possible.
Re: [OOC] Distant Evil
Great! I assume we will finally go "through the looking glass"?
@Izoi: I deliberately ended with smalltalk: I'll leave it up to you to see through John's clumsy evasions and find his stash; play along with the topic change; or leave it as it is (MM may advance the plot). 'Wormhole' could be substituted for anything that would develop your character instead.
@Izoi: I deliberately ended with smalltalk: I'll leave it up to you to see through John's clumsy evasions and find his stash; play along with the topic change; or leave it as it is (MM may advance the plot). 'Wormhole' could be substituted for anything that would develop your character instead.
Re: [OOC] Distant Evil
Yes Disney is expensive. Got in a huge argument with my husband about it. Can't swallow $100 for tickets.
Oh dear, well I suppose that's what you get for just up and quitting.
Oh dear, well I suppose that's what you get for just up and quitting.
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I am back. Apologize for the short absence. I took my little girl to Disney for a couple days. Man, that place is brutal and vicious at emptying your wallet.
I hear you, Izoi. I've only seen a handful of people posting lately. We're not far away from getting into the meat of this RP. At that point all those characters who have not posted in a long time and haven't sent me a PM explaining their absence will find themselves experiencing a horrific and twisted fate *evil laugh*
I'll move this along with a post later on tonight.
I hear you, Izoi. I've only seen a handful of people posting lately. We're not far away from getting into the meat of this RP. At that point all those characters who have not posted in a long time and haven't sent me a PM explaining their absence will find themselves experiencing a horrific and twisted fate *evil laugh*
I'll move this along with a post later on tonight.
Re: [OOC] Distant Evil
I don't know why people aren't really posting or attempting much interaction. It's getting a bit frustrating.