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Post by Ocelot on Jul 27, 2007 23:14:16 GMT -5
OOC:I'm gonna ignore the bitching and hope that the amateurish autoplaying will end. I would also hope that you and Loogz would put your personnel relationship aside and understand that just because you two are an item does not exempt you from the rules of RP. I posted before her and that should have been that. Ignoring my post entirely was out of line and I hope that you don't blur your relationship with the boards like you have today again. Both of you as veterans should have known better.
BIC: "YOU DARE DISHONOR ME,OAF!!!!!"Ace roared out to Ernest. Then the sounds of Rammstein began to bellow into the Dance hall.The string quartet had some how changed to the pure essence of German Godhood."That was a big mistake, Barbarian!!!Now to show you the more complex moves of xHARDxCOREx. And don't think I haven't taken insult to you penguin boy. I am normally a calm man, but I take the art of dance seriously, and you have instilled a blow into me that cannot be cast aside."
The entire crowd crowd began to mosh widely, seemingly entranced by the insane German Metal. The band was blasting pyrotechnics all around with the some of the closest moshers being set aflame. Which only, ironically,, fed the flames of the pit even more. "Now witness my second technique CROWD KILLING WINDMILL!!!" Ace speedily removed his suit jacket and white dress shirt,tie include. To reveal a rather sculpted physique. Ace was not a beast f muscle but quite built beyond his appearance. The crowd was now overflowed with the screams of women. Now the girls had two overly hot men to squeal over, but the sexy face of the Kerrigan was still more appealing to the crowd. Ace began to again stir his windmill but unlike last time he added further step. He began to rotate his body at an insane speed until he became a screaming twister of HardCORE. The room grew dark and strobe lights began to flash and extremely erratic intervals.
And suddenly the whirling Hardcore twister that was now Ace charged towards Ernest and struck him hard. Not knowing whether or not he had hit Ernest hard enough to knock him off his feet he quickly moved to his next target the new arrival Renh. Ace hit the man with equal ferocity. The hardcore Ace span wildly into the crowd knocking all the sorts to the ground and zoomed back to the empty pit.
The twister then suddenly stopped to reveal Ace drenched in sweat. He took a deep breath and said, "Let the party begin!"
OOC:This post is dedicated to all the people out there who are part of the cultured clan of the HARDCORE DANCER. For all who have hardcore danced this was for you. XXXHARDCOREXXX
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 28, 2007 0:15:59 GMT -5
OOC: You can't go around saying that you're ignoring the auto-ing then go ahead and auto hitting other characters... >.>
BIC: Ender, still leaning against the wall next to Terrian, watched the dance off with mild amusement. Rie had come over to join them in their wall-leaning, not exactly being the dancing type in the first place, and not exactly being overjoyed at being grabbed and spun around. She had clearly blown off Ace, too, despite his attempts to talk to her after Ernest grabbed her.
"I thought waltzes were in 3/4..." Ender said to Rie as she approached. Rie merely grunted, a sign that she really did not care. At all.
"Uhuh." Ender decided talking to Terrian would be more interesting. "Have you noticed that a lot of people keep using the phrases 'good sir' or 'my dear so-and-so' more than they need to recently?"
As the hardcore dance started, Ender quickly held his hands in front of him, forming a circle with his thumbs and index fingers. With a simple outward motion, the entire crowd around the erratic and potentially deadly dancers expanded away from ground zero, lest they get caught in the crossfire, thus having their last dance.
OOC: OH SNAP ART & RANSOM REFERENCE
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Post by Private Stiffy on Jul 28, 2007 8:58:51 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks Ocelot, this was supposed to be a funny little event between me and Loogs, she told me to friggin' do it so she could have a way of introducing her character, don't get all pissy about it. So yeah, thanks for just blowing the funny dance-off, I'll be in my trailer
IC: Ernest shrugged off the blow, his mighty Super-Soldier physique, redundant organs and toughened skin meant that it really didn't hurt him that much, just merely knocked him back and dazed him a bit
"Well Renh" Ernest turned to his opponent, "It seems that we're not going to be able to dance-off as we wished, pity, because I was going to break-out the Finale Sean-Sensei had taught me... HOLY GOD IT'S A RAVE... Anyway, good form and whatnot, 'twas fun while it lasted, I suppose that we'll just pretend it didn't happen"
And with that, he bowed to Renh and walked off toward Ender, holding his hand out in the universal sign of PAY UP, BIZNATCH! Afterall, he had done what he was supposed to, and really he just wanted the dollar, the dance-off would've just been an extra perk
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 28, 2007 11:15:57 GMT -5
<You'll find it in your pocket already> Ender telepathed to the monstrosity. Previously, he had teleported a dollar into the guy's pocket, just to be discreet and whatnot.
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Post by Vaxx on Jul 29, 2007 11:06:24 GMT -5
Suddenly a very pale and naked man, with nothing but a bladeless sword hilt stands up and begins clapping. "Your dancing is as good as ever Ernest." Wishbone said as he walked up to him. "I haven't seen you since, oh what was it? Mexico I believe."
Vaxx, now deciding that it indeed was an untied shoe that kept making him fall, finally makes his way over to everyone else. "Hey my brother from another father!" he said to Wishbone with an outstreched hand. Taking his hand, Wishbone said "Usually people don't use that for actual relatives, but it's good to see you anyway brother."
"Well who is your charmingly huge friend?" Vaxx asked while poking Ernest. " Just an old Coalition buddy of mine, and I would advise against Poking him." "Fine" Vaxx now put his hand from a poking position to that of a friendly handshake. " Hi my name is Vaxx and any friend of Wishbone is a friend of mine."
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jul 29, 2007 15:00:45 GMT -5
OOC - How did I manage to lose track of this topic entirely? Quick, man, quick! You've got to come up with an excuse for your prolonged silence!
"Huh? What happened here?" Terrian yelled as he barged in through the front door. "My wife just had a baby!"
OOC - No! That doesn't work!
Terrian turned his head very slowly to face Ender. "Nani? Sumimasen -- eigo o hanashimasen. Watashitachi wa doko ni imasu ka? Uchi e ikitaidesu."
OOC - God! That doesn't work either! Think! Think! Thi
Terrian's eyes jerked open. "Hmm?" he said to Ender. "Did you just ask me something? I was drifting off there for a second. That dance-off put me right to sleep."
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 29, 2007 15:31:41 GMT -5
"Yeah, I was asking if you noticed how much more pretentious everyone has been getting and such, ya know, dropping 'good sir' and 'my dear so-and-so' like every other sentence," Ender said, unphased that he was talking to a person who was asleep.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Aug 1, 2007 14:33:35 GMT -5
"I guess these people think they sound refined. In fact they mostly sound as though they just picked up a book of Shakespeare, pointed at a random phrase and uttered it aloud. If they did things like speak in measured verse, I might be forced to think they had some class. But anyway, they're sometimes fun to watch, so I see no real reason to complain."
OOC - I WIN
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Post by ch00beh on Aug 1, 2007 15:46:59 GMT -5
"Probably. 'Tis a pity, my dear Terrian Brogue," Ender said sarcastically. (OOC: Yeah, well, iambic pentameter with a trochaic inversion. Biatch.) "I'm hungry again."
Luckily, there were still some people in suits who were trying their best to ignore the dance off, carrying trays of hor d'oeuvres. Why were they doing it now, right after dinner, as opposed to before? Ender didn't know. Didn't care either. Food was food.
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Post by bulbaboy on Aug 4, 2007 12:45:49 GMT -5
OOC- Good thing I wasn’t around for the whole ooc dance off argument, because I might have made a comment about how good RPers can adapt and slightly change their stuff to turn a two person dance off into a three person one…
Good thing I didn’t say that though.
BIC- Sly had remained in the chair during the dance off not wanting to get drawn into the energy it was creating towards its climax. Now he found himself leaning against the wall with Ender and Terrian.
“So I noticed you have a very unique ability to copy yourself. Do you carry around extra clothes or do they automatically duplicate as well?” Sly had already taken out his familiar pen and notepad, making notes before Terrian had even answered.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Aug 4, 2007 12:52:11 GMT -5
OOC - I was hoping no one would ever ask that question.
"Clothes are duplicated, thank goodness," said Terrian. "I don't know why, though. If I try to duplicate anything else, it fails. There's still the original me holding the item, and a duplicate holding nothing.
"I have no idea why clothing works, but it could be a signal that I'll be able to duplicate other things in the future. (OOC - Subtle!) That remains to be seen, I suppose."
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Post by bulbaboy on Aug 4, 2007 13:31:07 GMT -5
“Interesting,” Sly muttered, “And have you always been able to do this or is this some side effect of sorts?”
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Merlin had found himself mesmerized by the dance off and had made his way to the front of the crowd to watch. Unfortunately it had lost steam with many of the people and Merlin found himself stranded in the middle of the dance floor, alone.
About this time a young attractive blonde woman walked up to him. She eyed him curiously then said, “Anyone who dresses as weird as you has to be an eccentric millionaire.”
Before Merlin could refute her statement though he found himself being dragged by the beautiful blonde woman into a larger group of people dancing.
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Post by kazkame on Aug 7, 2007 20:22:06 GMT -5
Elias was now bored beyond all belief and need some thing to do. He soon began to look around the ballroom for something to get his intrest. He walked thought the dance floor passing the copy- guy, merlin, and a couple of the other guest. Then like a bad Vegas magician he pulled it off. Under the cloth was two turntables, a couple records and a set of headphones. "ohhh I gotta use this !!" he said eyeing the equipment. the walls seemed to be with out an eletrical outlet.
Then he found one in the center of the dance floor, quickly gathering his inner passion of dancing he danced his way to the center of the floor. pulling out all the moves in his arsenal such as the cabbage patch, robot and many others, he made it and pluge his new toy in. gracefully he Dancing back to the table to begin scratching and playing techno,rave music and the ocasional slow song for the couples.
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Post by Ocelot on Aug 9, 2007 9:40:53 GMT -5
AS the mod of the dance floor changed from the Core that was hard to the subtle tunes of hip hop jazz and the Rock Ballad, Ace made his way back to his shipmates. As he was fixing the top button of his overcoat he walked into the circle of people Noticing Vaxx, Ernest and another strange man mingling. He heard as the strange man stated his name and was immediately pleased.
"So you are Wishbone and I must assume the big guys here is the Almighty Ernest. Oh how rude of me, I go off ranting and I forget to introduce myself. Ace Makenrow,friend, but I guess you wondering how I know you. Well I'm sure you have all come across a man of the name Ocelot, before no? Fate have it, that Ocelot is an old business associate of mine and he has told me a few stories of a band of Coalition he ran across a few years back." Ace took his attention from the group directly to Ernest," Ernest, I would first like to apologize for the outburst back there. And if I had understood who you were I would have been more polite with my advances. Ocelot told me of your condition ." Ace leaned over closer to Ernest and whispered, "Don't worry a lot of people have what you have and its ok." Ace then took his voice back up to speaking volume,"But what does have me a bit confused is that Ocelot told me you were dead, Ernest?" As Ace finished that question he noticed that Wishbone and Ernest had turned from mildly cheerful to looking like they would blow everyones brains out if they could that second. Ace wondered, was it something he said?
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Post by Vaxx on Aug 9, 2007 18:47:55 GMT -5
Wishbone was now twitching a little. "You know that godless, backstabbing, nuke detonating, son of a whore?! Next time I see him I'm going to bash his face in with my NEW knees. That fucker shot them off while he was killing Ernest... and then half of Germany went away." Wishbone was now clenching the sword hilt in his hand. "THEN! I'm going to stab him in his metallic crotch with this!" Wishbone was now holding up the hilt.
<light come forth!> Wishbone said in his head, then suddenly a sword of pure light rose out of the hilt. "Let's see him try to escape this one. Him and his damned revolvers!" Wishbone was now ranting under his breath and was nearly foaming at the mouth.
Suddenly Vaxx said, "Ace, you know Ocelot? I'm sorry but he is definitly not down with me or my bro, so I must say that I can no longer help you." Now poking Ernest one more time. "Come on! Say something! The least you could do is shake my hand!"
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Post by Ocelot on Jan 5, 2008 17:00:14 GMT -5
I blame Spiffy and Loogz for their gay ass dance routine...
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Post by ch00beh on Apr 27, 2008 0:47:07 GMT -5
OOC - Just finished rereading this whole thing. Had a lot of laughs and an equal number of regrets -- regrets that this topic is comatose. We can totally bring this back, guys. Even if it's just me and ch00beh writing posts that have a little GENUINE CLASS ER'HR'HRM DANCE-OFF CROWD. This airship still has so much unexplored potential! And those jewels ought to be unveiled at some point... Who's still around and wants to get back in? We can end this first day of the cruise and start anew with a fresh slate. OOC: Alternatively, I could write a detailed sex scene between Ender and Rie, so as to destroy any semblance of 'class.' No, but really- BIC: "Let's blow this popsicle stand," Rie said. "It's getting pretty lame here." "You think everything is lame," Ender replied. He was sitting at their old table, working on a plate of food. The psionic had managed to 'convince' the dinner staff to just leave the buffet leftovers where they were. "You don't think this is lame? All the fun and excitement stopped like 5 hours ago, since that dance off ended. Everyone's been milling around stupidly since you rolled back their memories of the incident-" "Yeah, and my head still hurts from modifying so many people's memories today. Now can I please get back to this food? It eases my mind." "Fatass." "Thanks." "It wasn't a compliment." "I've killed for less," Ender said between spoonfuls of rice. "I've already been dead. Bring it." Rie held out her hands and leaned forward in a sarcastically aggressive manner. "I'm busy eating." Ender took several forkfuls of pasta from his bowl and shoved them all into his mouth before beginning to chew. "Fatass." The girl leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. Ender smiled innocently at her, then went back to eating. OOC: After reading through this, I realized I was inconsistent with the description of the top deck. I'm going to describe it here, in this OOC, thus being without any writing ability whatsoever. Basically, the top deck has a pool and various accompaniments, just like any other cruise deck. There's high railings surrounding it. Also, it wasn't established that the pilot had set the airship to hover mode while he went to dinner. So it's currently hovering above the clouds during night, and it'll stay there while the pilot gets some shut eye. I'd take some character there to explain that in the narrative, like an actual good writer, but Ender's busy eating.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Apr 27, 2008 2:05:08 GMT -5
"Okay, who has the key? Do you have the key? Do you -- Nope. I have the key." Terrian rummaged around in his pocket and pulled out the room key, as the three duplicates he had created earlier returned into his being (each of their lady companions had taken leave when they had eventually given up on scoring sacks of oil money off the duplicates).
"And the lucky number is..." He read the numbers imprinted in Helvetica on the key. "...0775. Not bad, not bad at all." His scout duplicate from before had reported no less than ten floors of rooming for the passengers and staff, from floor five to floor fifteen, making up the majority of the airship -- but then again, each suite was supposed to be very spacious, which could explain the bulk. Terrian would have been very upset to have had a bottom-floor room. He should have thought the staff would be on the lowest floors, but from snippets of conversation he and his duplicates had overheard around the airship, it seemed there was no particular rhyme or reason to the interspersal of passenger and staff suites.
"It must be beautiful on the top level," Terrian ventured to Ender and Rie, fully aware that neither of them probably cared. "We've made it out of the clouds, right? I bet you can see the whole night sky. I think I might check it out, if anyone's interested."
OOC - I know that middle paragraph seems kind of... oh, meticulous, maybe... but I wanted to be very careful to reconcile both Dalia's and Ace's room numbers (I think they're the only two so far established...) I hope the description I made of the airship's layout doesn't contradict anything ch00beh has decided upon.
Oh, and hey, since most of the people who were participating in this topic don't seem to be flitting about recently, the top level of the airship would be a VERY suitable location for meeting a newcomer or two... hint hint, Lee?
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Post by bulbaboy on Apr 27, 2008 13:09:54 GMT -5
OOC –
So RP withdrawals aside this topic should be laid back enough that I can continue to mess with it and keep up with everything else going on.
BIC –
“I can’t believe you’re going to bed.” Sly scowled at Merlin as the two walked back into the dining room, “You come on this cruise to enjoy yourself and what do you do? You end up complaining and hiding the whole time.”
Merlin gave Sly the most venomous look he could muster, “I didn’t want to come on this wretched airship in the first place. You knocked me out and I’m pretty sure you tied me up too!” Merlin said as he looked at the marks on his wrists.
“Well of course I had to tie you up. I didn’t want you to try escaping if you woke before I nailed us shut in the shipping crate.” Sly said as he took a seat at the table with the rest of the group.
Merlin looked around at the others dumbfounded, “Do you hear him? He’s insane. He talks as though kidnapping me was normal. Has he always been crazy?”
Sly really didn’t pay much attention to Merlin as he ranted on. The fact that Ender had several plates of food, some of which in arms reach, was much more interesting. He picked up a fork and attempted to stab a piece of broccoli but it teleported to another plate. Three more times Sly attempted to spear the green mass of deliciousness before he finally gave up. Instead he picked up his napkin and began casually chewing on one of the corners.
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Post by ch00beh on Apr 27, 2008 13:38:01 GMT -5
OOC: Actually, Rie killed Dalia and took her room key. Ender's sleeping in the same room. BIC: "I'm never one to reject a good stargazing," Ender said cheerily. There was still one untouched plate on the table, but Ender pushed it toward Sly. "Eat this, it's tastier than fabric." The psionic stood up from his seat. "Coming?" He extended his right hand toward Rie. "Sure." Rie took Ender's hand with her left. In one graceful movement, Ender smoothly lifted Rie to her feet, took a step to position himself properly, and wrapped his arm around the back of his friend's shoulders, all while still holding her hand. An random bystander swooned, even though she was not involved in the action at all. The pair made their way out of the massive dining hall and to one of the elevators. Ender pushed the button with his free hand, but this time, when the door opened, there was no smiling elevator man to greet them. "Guess the elevator men don't work this late," Ender mused to no one in particular. "Wow, you must be the smartest man in the world to have deduced that," Rie said sarcastically as they stepped into the box. "Oh, I know I'm basically the most amazing guy in the world." Ender pushed the button labeled "Top Deck."
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Post by Beelzebibble on Apr 27, 2008 16:16:28 GMT -5
OOC - I know, I just called it Dalia's room number because... well, I mean, it was hers originally and... yeah, whatever! It don't matts! DON'T MATTS I SAY
As Terrian had hoped, he, Ender and Rie emerged from the elevator to find themselves under a dome of stars so densely packed they gave the absurd impression of being inside a huge room. It was chilly. Terrian took hold of the high railing unsteadily and looked over the edge. All along the perimeter of the airship, large crimson awnings had been raised -- but they were angled up instead of down, and there was no sun for them to block out. Terrian guessed at the real reason for their presence: in case someone fell over the railing he was now holding.
The thought shook him slightly, and he allowed himself only one glance beyond the awnings to the cloud canopy below (which occasionally opened to reveal nothing but pitch black underneath; they were, perhaps, over water) before casually retreating across the wooden deck to a safe distance. He looked back up at the sky.
"Oh, I definitely see Ursa Minor," he said to Ender and Rie, who were standing nearby. "And there's Hercules, stepping on Draco, and, um... Calliope?"
"You're thinking of Casseiopeia, but that's not her, either. It's Serpens, actually."
Mr. Tanner was settling into a deck chair behind him.
"Oh -- how are you, Mr. Tanner? You're right, of course."
"I'm fine, Mr. Brogue. Yourself?"
"Great," Terrian said rather feebly. He searched around for a comment that would somehow acknowledge their previous conversation. "Have you been finding a lot of... opportunity on the Princess Buttercup so far?"
"Oh a passable amount, a passable amount," said Mr. Tanner, rubbing a speck off the tip of his jewelled cane. "I've been busy making acquaintances, although you must forgive my honesty if I say you are the least tiresome person I've met on this ship so far."
He gestured beyond Terrian. "Are they friends of yours? I noticed you taking dinner with them. They seem quite interesting, am I wrong?"
He set his cane down under the seat, and Terrian noticed Charles Tanner carefully laying the tip of the cane upon his shoe instead of the floor, rather as though the old man wanted to keep in contact with the cane at all times. Terrian couldn't blame him -- the cane looked inordinately expensive -- yet he doubted whether even that fellow Makenrow would have the nerve to just walk up and take it in a public area like this.
"Yes -- I mean, no, you're not wrong. They're very interesting. I've met her before, but I only just got to know him today. Let me introduce you -- Ender! Rie!" The two, who had been looking up into the stars and murmuring together about something, turned back toward Terrian. "This is Mr. Charles Tanner, a magician."
He realized at once his slip and sought to cover it.
"A stage magician," he went on. Mr. Tanner's encouraging nod assured him that he was correct. "I met him earlier, in the bar. Mr. Tanner, this is Ender, and this is Rie."
"A delight," said Charles Tanner as he rose from his seat. Cane in one hand, he held out the other with a smile. "It's beautiful up here, don't you think?"
OOC - Please excuse the minor autoing, especially the murmuring part. As ch00beh himself said, it just didn't seem plausible that Ender and Rie would remain silent for any appreciable length of time.
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Post by ch00beh on Apr 27, 2008 20:20:55 GMT -5
OOC: I said that? oh well, it's true BIC: Ender and Rie had their backs to Terrian while they stargazed. The main lights in that corner of the deck were turned off, and the small lights underneath the railings were dimmed as far as they could go without being off so as to give guests maximum stargazing ability. When the two turned around, Ender's lack of sunglasses was readily apparent, despite the darkness. It wasn't the fact that one could see his eyes that gave him away; it was so dark that making out details beyond the shape of a head was difficult. The thing that gave him away was that you could see his eyes. His unnaturally blue eyes almost glowed. The couple made their way over to Terrian. Rie was wearing Ender's reflective shades, though that didn't become apparent until they were in slightly better lighting. "- and adjust to extreme lighting conditions. You don't even need these," Rie said, her volume somewhere between a whisper and an inside voice. "Yeah, but they look cool," Ender replied in the same volume. The glasses didn't stay on Rie much longer as Ender unceremoniously plucked it off her face and put it back on his own. Once introduced, Ender took the old man's hand and gave him a smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tanner." Rie refrained from acknowledging the old man's existence beyond flashing him an obviously fake smile. "Uh. Sorry, sir, she's sleepy," Ender said quickly. A lesser man would have paused awkwardly, but when with Rie, Ender was always ready to recover from her social ineptitude. "And yes, it is an absolutely beautiful night out. You can't get stars anywhere like this on the ground."
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Post by ch00beh on Apr 29, 2008 23:19:29 GMT -5
OOC - Well, you said they talk too much. At some point. Can I be bothered to find out where exactly? Pretty much nope.
Can I be bothered to respond to your post right now? Also pretty much nope so I will excuse myself by saying Hey it'd be cool if someone else got in on this kickass talking action too! OOC: Oh. Right. I could see myself saying something like that. And oh snap. Photu can't post again, otherwise he'd be double posting, and since he and I are basically the only ones still doing this, this topic's gonna die! Oh wait.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Apr 30, 2008 14:47:18 GMT -5
As he shook hands with the young man Ender, Charles Tanner felt something brush briefly against his mind. It hardly seemed appropriate to put the sensation in such earthy terms, but there was something small being turned over in his thoughts, like a stone that had sat in one place for too long: a card, a corridor...
So his instinct had been right. This one was a telepath. Tanner doubted whether the youth had even intended to probe his mind; if Ender had the least sense, he would have concluded long since that most of the brains on this airship weren't even informative to their owners. Most likely it was a reflex.
As for the girl... Tanner wasn't certain. There was assuredly something more to her, but he had no idea what. He considered whether to be offended by her obvious disinterest in meeting him, but decided against it. Impatience, after all, was really not much of a vice, as he knew well enough.
It seemed from Brogue's introduction that he had not already told his friends about meeting Tanner earlier. Good, good, that was tactful. Tanner chose not to proclaim immediately that he knew they were more than normal human beings, or to demonstrate his own talent. Of course, with a telepath around, all that might be discovered at any moment anyway.
"It's a fine ending to our first day here," he said. "I wonder what they've got planned for tomorrow? I seem to have misplaced my schedule... All I remember is a bit about some one-of-a-kind jewels being unveiled."
OOC - Your call, ch00beh -- when should those jewels be exhibited? That's the only important event that's been disclosed so far. Tomorrow? If not, what else of interest might be going on tomorrow? They can't just eat and talk all day like they did today.
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Post by ch00beh on Apr 30, 2008 15:56:21 GMT -5
Ender had long since developed a reflex to scan for aggressive, or generally foreboding, surface thoughts whenever he met someone. He'd done it so many times that it was as natural as a handshake; after a while, one doesn't even notice that their hand is reaching for someone else's when they first meet. Scanning didn't take too much effort, so there was no reason for Ender not to do it. Surface thoughts were already easy to pick up; they were conscious thoughts and most people tended to think very loudly. And scanning for general emotion required no precision compared with interpreting thought. Most people also never noticed such a brief probe.
That was, of course, for most people.
In Tanner's case, Ender came up against a mental brick wall. Anyone with an above the above average intellect had mental defenses, whether consciously put up or not. Usually these people also noticed when someone was poking around in their thoughts. Ender quickly retreated. He could discuss this later.
"Well, I don't seem to have my schedule on me," Ender said while checking his pockets in show. He figured they passed the schedules out to people who actually paid for this cruise. "But yeah, I do remember people talking about an art show tomorrow. Apparently one of the floors on this ship was made as a gigantic exhibition room."
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Post by Beelzebibble on May 1, 2008 22:53:06 GMT -5
"Oh, uh, yeah, that's floor four," said Terrian, remembering the explorations of his first duplicate. "He... I mean, I..." (obviously Mr. Tanner was as aware of Terrian's power as Ender and Rie were, but Terrian somehow didn't want them to know that Mr. Tanner knew about it, if the reader can appreciate the delicacy of Terrian's position at this moment) "...only got as far as the main lobby, though. We've practically got a whole flying museum here -- all kinds of different art's been collected, apparently -- but it's not going to open until tomorrow. The people there said the floor wouldn't be fully open until after that, though, which I guess means the jewels are going to be displayed in at least two..."
At that moment, the brunette and the redhead stalked past them, and Terrian was reminded in an altogether different and more uncomfortable way of the explorations of his first duplicate. He had honestly not seen those two out of each other's company since they had cornered him. Maybe their mutual hatred of him had given way to something else; perhaps they had come up to the top deck to make out.
Terrian would have happily let them pass out of his mind once again, but they evidently weren't going to give him the pleasure, because they rested their elbows on the rail and made pointed conversation just within the outermost ring of awkward proximity. Terrian glanced at his watch.
"Only nine forty-five?" he said. "Wow, I'm definitely more than nine forty-five tired. I guess it's been such an eventful day, it feels later than it is. I think I might head to bed, if no one objects."
Mr. Tanner inclined his head. "Certainly. I ought to retire, myself. Good night to you all. It was a pleasure meeting you, and I shall look forward to seeing you again before the Buttercup lands." With a tip of his cane, he turned smartly and strode across the deck and out of sight.
An idea suddenly struck Terrian.
Purely to see the reaction it would elicit in his pair of female acquaintances, he draped an arm across Rie's shoulders and hugged her to him. "So how about a pajama party, sweetheart?" he asked loudly. "Let's go drop off your slightly mentally impaired brother whom I care for deeply and with whose plight I sympathize utterly in his room first, though."
Under his breath, he added. "Just smile and nod until we get into the elevator and then you guys can hit me."
OOC - Consider the bandwagon jumped upon: Terrian has finally hit on Rie! Except, not really. At all. But ostensibly doing something is kind of like really doing it... in... dog years, right?
Anyway, if we assume it's nine forty-five now, then it seems highly unlikely that five hours have actually passed since dinner and the canonically-questionable danceoff, so you'll forgive me if I consider Rie's estimate a handful of posts ago to be an exaggeration. And why would we assume it's nine forty-five now?
Because I really, really REALLY want Ace to drop by room 0786 tonight at ten o'clock, the way he promised Dalia he would on page one. Granted, he's completely fallen for Rie at this point, but given all Ocelot's characterization of him up until now, I'm guessing he'd still try for Dalia on the side -- and the fact that Rie and Ender are now inhabiting that room is the perfect setup for a truly hilarious nighttime rendezvous. Problem is, Ocelot more or less vanished after Mafia IV. Maybe one of you Florida types could get him to show his face around here again? That's assuming any of you Florida types are even reading this.
Even if he doesn't rejoin this topic, I think the Dalia plot point still has potential for a very interesting scene or two. She's been missing from work for probably six, eight-ish hours by now, and there's sure to be someone knocking on her door tonight or tomorrow -- if not Ace, then perhaps a higher-ranking member of the ship's personnel...
You see I'm all about responding to possible opportunities presented by other RPers, and creating further opportunities for them. That's really the most important thing in RPing or joint storytelling of any kind, isn't it? Yep, I feel entitled to say that even despite my still-relatively-scant experience with this so-called "online" "role" "play".
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