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Post by ch00beh on May 6, 2008 14:36:04 GMT -5
Ender smirked. Rie scowled. It would've been damn near impossible for the Terrian's two scorned women to miss the fact that Rie was not enjoying herself at that very moment. But she refrained from hitting the guy, mostly because they had adventured together before, and he had proven himself to be not completely incompetent. She could have at least some respect for that.
The trio reached the elevator, and as soon as the door closed, Rie shoved Terrian off of her.
"We're going to floor seven," Ender said, as if the awkward had never happened. "You?" he asked Terrian while pressing the proper button.
"Um, seventh floor as well," Terrian said.
"Oh sweet, what room? We... obtained the room 0786."
"I obtained room 0786," Rie chimed in unhelpfully.
"She obtained room 0786. I watched," Ender said while shaking his head.
"0775," Terrian said, most likely confused.
"Oh. Well knowing the size of the floors on this ship, those rooms are probably no where near each other," Ender said.
OOC: OH NOES AUTO CONVERSATION.
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Post by kazkame on May 19, 2008 16:06:23 GMT -5
Elias had passed out after all of the action on the dance floor. He woke up drenched in sweat and and vodka for some reason. As he stood he wiped off his pants and began to look for a place to clean off. "where is that infernal bathroom." he said walking towards the room. "Hmm the made should be around cleaning rooms for real guest. I guess I should slip into a room and make myself comfortable." He saw the long hallway and began to think of that one movie with the two girls holding hands at the end. He lowered his head as he thought of water and passing under the door. The molecules in his body began to rapidly change into mostly water molecules. In a split second the man disappeared and a puddle of water and clothes appeared. The puddle moved under the door then the door opened to reveal a naked man. Elias gathered his clothing and made himself at home.
OOC: hopefully good enough for a little bit and my thousandth post yay
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Post by Beelzebibble on May 27, 2008 21:11:38 GMT -5
OOC - Choobs, should I end this day? I think I asked you that via chat wall a while ago, but I never caught your response.
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Post by ch00beh on May 27, 2008 21:43:50 GMT -5
OOC: If you so please, end the day. Like I said some other time, I generally run my RPs very loosely, especially un-serious ones like this. Only if someone posts something majorly disruptive to everything do I say anything.
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Post by Beelzebibble on May 28, 2008 15:42:05 GMT -5
The elevator doors rolled open to reveal a much smaller hallway than anything yet seen on the airship, though no less fancy. A sign pointed left with the numbers "0700-0749" and right with the numbers "0750-0799". They followed the corridor right until it brought them to room 0775. After bidding Terrian goodbye and tentatively agreeing to meet him at breakfast -- "assuming either of us can be bothered to wake up before 10:30" -- Ender and Rie departed around a corner for their room. Terrian unlocked the door and opened it.
Well. The suite was spacious, as his duplicate had surmised. It was also surpassingly ritzy. Ornate brass lamps tastefully illuminated the rural landscapes hanging on the dusty red walls. (Here the author means to imply that the walls were a dusty-red color, like a desert at sunset; not that they were red in hue and dusty in quality. Like everything else in this room and, indeed, the airship, they appeared never to have been exposed to a speck of dust since their creation.) Two enormous leather armchairs sat by the window, which took up most of the far wall; outside, Terrian could see the tracts of clouds like farmland drifting by.
It occurred to Terrian that he must be the first person ever to inhabit this room. He thought about engraving his name in one of the desk drawers.
Instead, he flopped backward onto the enormous king-size bed, took a moment to adjust to the sheer unadulterated comfiness of it, and then reached for the remote. The TV was about as wide as Terrian was tall. Christ. Terrian really liked being able to afford this kind of thing once in a while. Granted, the cost of his ticket had run him most of his savings from the Olivine rook, but this wasn't the kind of opportunity that came along all the time.
"Welcome on board the Princess Buttercup. You may access our pay-per-view menu by pressing--"
"--we'll go now to our weatherman, Rob Nor--"
"--may want to rethink your investment! In the--"
Skateboarding teenager.
"--#2 off the charts from last week, so--"
Baboon troupe.
"--n'est pas une--"
"--ther mysterious robbery cleared two million pounds from the Crowne Bank in London. Officials say--"
"--be yours now for just three easy payments of--"
"--at the scene of the crime seem to have no recollection of the events that occurred, seemingly placing this robbery as the latest in an ongoing string of similar incidents across Britain."
Terrian had flipped back to the previous channel. He now lowered the remote, curious.
"What more can I tell you?" said a somewhat portly Londoner, one of the victims of the robbery according to the caption that ran across the bottom of the screen. "One minute I was standing in line waiting for a teller, and the next minute the place is a shambles and we're all lying on the ground with our hands tied behind our backs. I knew I must've wiped out, but then it seemed like everyone had. No one could say as what'd happened."
"Security cameras positioned around the bank would presumably have been unaffected by whatever tampered with the victims' memories," the anchorman continued, "but those in the rooms where the robber apparently entered were destroyed, bludgeoned with a heavy object. The criminal left virtually no trace of his or her actions."
"It's ridiculous," said a man in uniform whom Terrian presumed to be associated with security. "You don't just waltz into a bank, bash the cameras in, tie everyone up and make off with two million. Things aren't that simple. They haven't been in a century. There's something more to this man. For one thing, how did he just make everyone forget what had happened, like that?"
"The City of London Police and Scotland Yard are continuing to investigate the identity of the thief," said the anchorman. "If he or she is indeed the same culprit responsible for the previous 'amnesia heists', this is his or her sixth and largest robbery within the past year."
The story ended there. Terrian searched the other news stations to see if anyone else was discussing this, but he found nothing.
It was certainly an interesting story. Terrian believed he might just have befriended a criminal. On a somewhat grander scale than the kinds of things he had gotten up to in Olivine and elsewhere a few years back.
Exhibit A, obviously, was the memory wipes. Perhaps this was only circumstantial evidence, but Terrian doubted he was looking at a very wide radius. He thought Ender must have the ability to modify memories, but he somehow found it hard to believe Ender had recently made two million pounds off the Crowne Bank in London. Whereas, Charles Tanner...
He knew Mr. Tanner could modify memories and he also knew that he could conjure... well, playing cards, but presumably other things as well. Terrian imagined a man with Mr. Tanner's talents could probably take a very simple plan indeed to rob a bank and see it through successfully.
What had Mr. Tanner said to him in the bar? "I assure you I have no plans to make a scene on this voyage." All right, good to know. But he'd also asked, on the top deck, about those one-of-a-kind jewels that were being unveiled in a couple of days. How difficult would it be for him to steal them from under these people's noses once he had the jewels in his line of sight?
Terrian turned off the television and thought.
His first instinct was to tell Ender and Rie the next morning, but as soon as this idea put itself together in his mind, a few others pounced on it. For one thing, he still distinctly remembered seeing Rie's fighting prowess at the Parmigianino Institute, and he felt it safe to assume Ender was similarly powerful. To tell them about Mr. Tanner could possibly precipitate a fight between three superpowered beings, which didn't seem like a good idea on board the airship.
For another, although he quite liked Ender and Rie, they had displayed themselves to be singularly... well, the kind word was "nonchalant" and the other word was "apathetic"... toward anyone they didn't know. Terrian had a powerful suspicion that they simply wouldn't care if Mr. Tanner was planning to steal anything off some anonymous old-money dunderheads, and would therefore elect not to fight him but also not to do anything at all.
And the third reason why he hesitated to tell Ender and Rie was, he realized, that he had gotten to like Charles Tanner, too. Regardless of what he might or might not have done down there in London, Mr. Tanner had been nothing but kind and gracious to Terrian so far, and seemed perfectly prepared to extend the hand of friendship to him even though (Terrian realized this also, with a start) Mr. Tanner had been talking about the possibility of them becoming opposed.
"One must always cultivate a healthy understanding of, respect toward… even, perhaps, friendship with one’s rivals, my boy..."
This was all very much to think about. And it was getting late.
Terrian gave up on it for the moment. After changing into his pajamas, he pulled the silky covers up to his chin, turned off the lamp next to his bed, and went to sleep.
OOC - So here we have the potential for some legitimate plot action later down the line. On the one hand, the King of Clubs might have nothing larger planned for this voyage than the sort of thing he pulled with Netitia Pridian. But on the other hand, he might have reconsidered his promise to Terrian after learning about the jewels, and decided he's in the mood for something big after all. It's not a choice that has to be made just at this moment, but I hope ch00beh and the other participants in this topic will give their input as to whether something ought to "happen" in this party topic, after all.
Either way, I hope this post was worth the wait.
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Post by ch00beh on May 29, 2008 11:25:04 GMT -5
The pair rounded the corner only to find quite a length of corridor left to go before they go to their rooms. "My senses tell me our room is near the end of the hall," Ender said after having scanned the corridor with his mind. "Race ya for it." With that, Rie took off at full sprint. Ender shortly followed. At full sprint, both the experiments could reach speeds of 75 km/h. Their feet thudded down the hallway and a good wind picked up behind them. Anyone inside a room would have thought a car passed by. A car with feet. The two were neck and neck when suddenly a maid and her cart came out of a room. (The doors to the rooms were big enough to accommodate those large carts with plenty of room to spare.) The maid retreated back into the room when she saw what appeared to be an impending crash; however, Rie simply phased through it and Ender teleported from one side to the other. The reached the room. They passed it. Both of them skidded to a stop, bringing up the carpet, a carpet that was originally glued to the floor. Oh well, no one would know they were the ones who did it. Before Rie could turn around and race for the door again, Ender teleported right next to it. "I win." "Yeah well I still have the key, so you have to wait for me." "No, I have the key," Ender said while holding up his hand. It was empty, but a second later, the key was teleported from Rie's pocket and into his hand. Ender quickly unlocked the door, stuck out his tongue, stepped in, shut the door, and locked it. Rie passed through the door as if it had never been closed. "Oh. Right," Ender said. Then they noticed that they were in a very, very nice room. Surprisingly nice, considering that a flight attendant was using it. The wall facing outside was not a wall, but rather a massive window. It even had a french door to go out to a balcony with high railings. The walls were a neutral cream color. The room wasn't furnished as much as the brochures said, though that was understandable since it was a staff room. There was a queen sized bed and a black wooden table with matching chair. The dresser and wardrobe also seemed to be from the same manufacturer as the table. "TV!" Rie said as she opened the wardrobe. She flicked it on then jumped backwards, flopping perfectly on the bed such that her head was propped up by a pillow when she landed. There was a festively plump man being interviewed. "One minute I was standing in line waiting for a teller, and the next minute the place is a shambles and we're all lying on the ground with our hands tied behind our backs. I knew I must've wiped out, but then it seemed like everyone had. No one could say as what'd happened." "Meh. News," Rie said as she was about to change the channel. "Heh. Looks like some superpower is stealing money," Ender said as the channel was indeed changed. "Sucks for them. Would you be good two-shoed enough to stop a superpower from robbing a bank?" Rie said. "Only if they were killing everyone and blowing up the city, too. I'm assuming you would sit back and watch." Rie giggled. "Yeah. Speaking of stealing money, how's the funneling of mafia funds going?" "I think they noticed the dent I was making in their profits so I'm stopping for a bit." "Ha." OOC: Flip a coin on whether Tanner does something or not? PS, i've decided that this must happen some time.
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Post by Ocelot on Jun 12, 2008 11:39:07 GMT -5
OOC: Well HOLY SHIT!! MY favorite RP of all time is somehow alive again and funnily enough it is summer which means I have insane amounts of time of which I am more than willing to waste on writing highly descriptive situational humor! I can't express how happy I am to see this thread up again. I see alot has been posted and to be honest I forgot what was posted. Give me a few days and I assure everyone Ocelot is back at the boards at least for this thread. Ocelot is back and he is ready for some good old fun.(just give him a few days)
P.S. Thank you pohatu for telling me this thread was back up
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Post by ch00beh on Jun 12, 2008 12:10:36 GMT -5
OOC: Haha, Ocelot, Photu and I happened to reread the thread and got nostalgic, so that's why we revived it.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jun 12, 2008 13:04:07 GMT -5
OOC - You're welcome, Ocelot! We'll be happy to have you back on board (ha!), as long as no one goes all dance party-y any more. Choobs and I are returning this topic to its reshpeckobiggle roots. It really is one of the most memorable RPs I've had the pleasure to read.
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Post by kazkame on Jun 13, 2008 10:52:51 GMT -5
Elias sat in the room pondering why did god forsake him as he did. He mind was racing at the cause of the release of " It". "It" was major cause of all his suffering, it killed his most of his family with no remorse. He had nightmares of find blood on his hands and his family crucified to the wall by stakes. Elias has been on the run ever since that day.
He looked at the door to his room and began to here voices. One female voice and one of a male. The hair on the back of his neck rose with the tension in his body. " Is it them" he thought to himself, " I'm not going back to Volitare without a fight." Elias stood up from the be and walked to the door carefully opening it to see if they where still out there. He saw neither of the those annoying twins, just a messed up carpet. He decided to do the best thing and fix it before the maid started checking rooms for the culprit.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jun 13, 2008 14:05:18 GMT -5
here now see how crocodile glimmer shining coins on skin like stars ordered checkered crocodile is chessboard stars are pieces sun for king moon for queen; Terrian woke up; he rolled over to look at the alarm clock. 9:13. The morning sunlight beamed in through the window on the far wall, cross-hatched by the shadow of the railing around his balcony.
Terrian sat up and rubbed his eyes. 9:13. Fine; breakfast ended at 10:30. This detail he remembered sooner than the rest of the previous day's revelations, most of which didn't come back to him until he was in the shower.
Yes -- Mr. Tanner might be planning something, and there was the possibility of telling Ender and Rie, and today the art exhibit opened and probably three or four other things he couldn't remember were scheduled as well.
He got unsteadily out of the shower, dried off, and performed his morning toilette, which currently consisted of perfunctorily brushing his teeth and rubbing a hand over his cheeks to be sure he didn't need a shave. There was an only very slight pain in the back of his head, which was good, since he couldn't remember having had more than two or three drinks.
Well: that was that. He pondered knocking on Ender and Rie's door to accompany them to breakfast -- they were the only new acquaintances whose room number he knew -- but something told him he'd probably get his higher mental functions shut down for a while if he tried it. Better to proceed straight upstairs and see who else was there.
He went to the door, thought for a moment, then took a single step forward. Next he turned around to face his duplicate.
"Stay here and watch the news, all right? Same channel as last night, but you can flip around a little if you think it'll help. You're looking for any further information." On the robbery in London, he didn't need to add.
"But I'm hungry," the duplicate said.
"Yeah, so am I. That's exactly what I'm going to fix. We'll merge right after breakfast, you'll be all right."
"So, what, do you want me to wait an hour or however long for you to finish up?"
Duplicates were ordinarily perfectly compliant with whatever Terrian wanted them to do when they had just been generated. It was unusual for one so recently created to protest like this, but Terrian couldn't blame him; he was inordinately hungry considering how much he'd eaten the other night.
"I'll be quick about it. Listen, you're fine, you have the wonders of television to distract you from your bodily needs."
He turned to go, but the duplicate said, "At least give me the key."
"Why?"
"Maybe I'll want to use the vending machines down the hall. That'll tide me over, at least."
"So you need the key?"
"Well, what am I supposed to do, leave the door ajar?" the duplicate Brogue retorted. "With at least two thieves running around this joint? Please."
"Fine." Terrian fished the room key out of his pocket. "Here. But don't lose it. And don't go off exploring."
"Oh give a responsible guy like me some credit," the duplicate laughed, but Terrian was already out the door. He found the elevator, pressed the button marked up, and waited.
OOC - If your character isn't the type who'd be up before 10:30, there's no obligation to make an appearance at breakfast, but it'd be a good gathering point before the events of the day unfold. And, hey! It's the start of a brand new day! We've got a clean slate! And do you know what that means? PEOPLE WHO HAVEN'T SHOWN THEIR FACES IN LUXURY AIRSHIP RIDE YET CAN TOTALLY ENTER NOW.
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Post by Damien on Jun 13, 2008 23:15:27 GMT -5
OOC: Let's pretend I have only read 3 or so pages and don't know what's actually supposed to be happening.
Damien walked sleepily down the hallway from his room. It had been a while since he'd found the need to rise this early but on a ship this grand he figured it was worth taking the chance to explore. As he walked past a vending machine at the other end of the hallway he gave a polite nod to a gentleman attempting to shake a trapped snack from the uncooperative device. It wasn't long before he was in the breakfast area and headed for a table, a large plate of fried goods in hand.
Damien wasted no time tucking in to his food. He used his enhanced eyesight to scan every detail of the room as he shoveled fork fulls of egg and bacon greedily in to his mouth. There was no particular reason why he should want to know every inch of the room but it had become a habit whenever he was in a new place. Sliding his now empty plate away from him slightly, Damien leaned back in his chair. Feeling rather content from the large breakfast he began to plan his day. Perhaps he'd visit the top deck for a few hours first to enjoy some of the ships entertainment facilities.
OOC: I know omgwtfbbq short post but shmeh.
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Post by kazkame on Jun 19, 2008 13:14:06 GMT -5
Elias awoke from his slumber to find himself in the bathtub. His mind was in a haze from the moments before he feel asleep. A trigger went off in his mind to when this last happened. He ran towards the bed to find a young lady crucified to the bed. Her blood ran over the thousand thread sheets and her eyes glazed like fresh donuts. "Oh God" he said holding back the vomit and tears in his body. He quickly gathered his thing and rushed towards the door. He opened the door to escape the scene of the crime.
A blast of a loud speaker soon went through the air waves, " Breakfast is currently being served. " I think I should get up there just in case they start searching for me. He tuned towards the stairs and walked casually towards breakfast.
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 2, 2008 2:32:14 GMT -5
OOC: I hope y'all haven't been waiting for me. These two aren't the type to wake up for breakfast.
BIC: After a long arm wrestling match ending in a broken table and no clear winner, Ender and Rie had given up on competition and decided to share the queen sized bed, even though they both realized it would end with someone waking up on the floor the next day.
The sun didn't shine through the blackout shades the next morning.
But if it did, it would've hit Rie, who had fallen on the window-side of the bed. Both experiments had a subconscious tussle in the middle of the night, finishing with Rie (literally) kicking Ender off one side, and Ender telekinesis-ing Rie off the other.
Neither of them would wake for breakfast.
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Post by ch00beh on Aug 6, 2009 16:52:24 GMT -5
Ender and Rie had finally woken up around 1PM. The smell of coffee filled the room, its source the coffee maker sitting half empty on the table. Bright sunlight flooded the room through the open window, next to which Ender was standing. He took a sip of the fresh brewed coffee from his mug, watching the seemingly endless sea of clouds pass below the ship.
"This stuff is okay. I wonder if actual guest rooms have higher quality coffee."
Rie didn't bother responding. She had crawled back into the bed and under the covers, flipping through channels again.
Suddenly the TV turned off. The coffee machine's light went dim. The almost inaudible hum from the ships engines was replaced with silence.
"Oh shi-" Ender muttered before the Princess Buttercup dropped several feet.
The bedroom's ceiling promptly fell on the psychic and ghost. Ender, having already been on his feet easily maneuvered himself to hit the ceiling on all fours. Rie, having been wrapped in a blanket, would have hit her face had she not phased through the stucco.
The ship's backup power managed to kick in, causing the ship to stop falling. Red emergency lights turned on. Ender dropped back to ground without a problem. At the peak of the fall, Rie had ended up on the floor of the room above, which would have surprised its tenants had they not been knocked out by hitting the ceiling. Rie calmly fell through the floor and onto her original bed.
"What was that about?" she asked while unwrapping herself from the comforter.
"Something went wrong with the ship," Ender replied.
"Thanks, Sherlock."
The PA system clicked on. Ender found the speaker hidden in a design on the wall near the door. In fact, the fire alarm was disguised there as well.
"Sorry about the fall, ladies and gentlemen," the pilot said with a stressed voice. "Our primary generators seem to have malfunctioned due to an incident in the ballroom. Not to worry, though. We have three back up systems; however, for your safety, we will be making an emergency landing immediately."
The Princess descended slowly through the clouds. For a few minutes, the outside world was obscured by the white fog. Then suddenly, ocean. Despite the density of the clouds, enough sunlight passed through to make the water sparkle. The PA clicked on again.
"In case of emergency, the airship can act as a boat. This takes much less power than flying, and should the generators go completely out, we won't fall any farth-."
The PA gave off a burst of static before turning off. The lights flickered off. The ship plunged again. This time, Rie had turned into a fly and bounced harmlessly off of any surface she hit. Ender simply held himself in place with telekinesis. The tertiary generator kicked in, turning the emergency lights and halting the ship once more.
"-OD FUCKING DAMMIT!" the PA shouted.
"The PA is on," another voice said.
"Fuck." The PA clicked off.
The ship continued descending, though a little more hastily than before. Moments later, Ender and Rie heard a faint splash and felt a mild rumble as the ship hit the water.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the second voice said through the PA, "we're currently cruising through the ocean. The nearest port is about an hour away."
"Oh whatever," Rie said. "Let's get out of here, End."
"I feel like we should find everyone first," Ender replied.
"I guess."
Ender then walked to the door and opened it. The carpet was somewhat fixed from the night before. "I'm heading over to Terrian's. You should come with."
"Oh alright," Rie said as she ran her fingers through a tangle in her hair.
The two hurriedly walked through the hall. Panicked people frequently got in their way, trying to escape their rooms or trying to find out the condition of their valuables.
A screaming teenage girl rounded the corner. "OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMY-" She would have finished, if Rie hadn't brought her arm into her neck. The girl promptly collapsed.
"Could you not kill people right now?"
"Nope! And besides, she's not even dead. She just-"
The girl stopped breathing.
"Nevermind."
Ender had already walked off shaking his head. He knocked on Terrian's door.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Aug 13, 2009 22:27:09 GMT -5
The bedroom's ceiling promptly fell on the psychic and ghost. OOC: It was super effective.
But seriously folks! How to reconcile this most unexpected revival with my kind of sort of auto outcome to the jewel reveal plot point? HOW INDEED? Perhaps by pretending that the jewel exhibition JUST HAPPENED AND ENDER AND RIE SLEPT THROUGH IT? Perfect! Thanks, 1PM, for being the time that Choobs' characters wake up! You're a pal.How much--? The power came back on. Okay. But still, how much shit could--? The floor seemed to give way under Terrian's feet and he fell forward down the hall, directly into a door which had just swung open to reveal a bedraggled couple who both screamed either at the fact that the Princess Buttercup had plunged or, perhaps, at the fact that the young man who had just collided with their door had turned into four or five identical-looking young men upon the impact. The duplicates quickly surged back into Terrian's frame as he pulled up onto his feet -- the ship had righted itself -- and considerately closed the door on the hysterical couple. How much shit could possibly go wrong within the space of twenty minutes? Weren't there laws of probability to protect against this kind of pileup? "Sorry about the fall, ladies and gentlemen. Our primary generators seem to have malfunctioned due to an incident in the ballroom. Not to..." "An incident in the ballroom?" Terrian questioned the PA system curiously. This did not have to be as futile as it sounded because Terrian believed he might be shouting loudly enough for the pilot to hear. "How about the incident in the art gallery? Or was that part of the show? Letting them just cart the sapphires off like--?" Lights out again. Terrian lost his footing and this time tumbled to the floor and so managed to crash his way to the end of the hall. The ship righted itself once more, the power was back on, and the PA blared, but Terrian didn't listen. He scooped up his duplicates again in a hurry and pushed past the people who were crowding for the exit. He wasn't leaving without his things. The Mage Masher at least. He rounded the final corner corner and saw Rie standing over an apparently unconscious girl. Poor thing probably hit her head against the wall. And there was Ender, further back, standing in front of Terrian's door. "Looking for me?" he asked, fumbling for his key. In another moment he'd opened his door and sent two duplicates in to pack his things back into the single black duffel bag. He himself stood holding onto the doorframe and regarded Ender and Rie. They both seemed to be looking much less disheveled than he did. "You guys shouldn't have missed the jewel thing. Thrilling."
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Post by ch00beh on Aug 14, 2009 0:11:54 GMT -5
OOC: Oh my! I must have not made it clear that the "ballroom incident" was the deadly dance off. Oh well.
PS. there will be mild autos
BIC: Ender didn't notice Terrian until the man had said something. The amount of sheer panic in the air emanating from every person was overwhelming; just to avoid the headache, Ender wasn't as mentally receptive as usual. The psychic also hadn't spent enough time with the Terrian to recognize his mental signature in a crowd.
"Yeah, actually we are looking for you," Ender said. "Jewel thing?"
"Oh, you know, some super powered individual pulled a heist, stealing those jewels that Ace was trying to get. Nothing too spectacular."
"Oh. Good times," Ender said. He barely paused before continuing, "You happen to know where everyone else is?"
"Can't you just sense them then teleport them here?" Rie asked.
"I mean, I could. But I'm lazy."
"That's a good point."
Terrian chimed in. "But do we really have time to wait around and search?" His duplicates had just zipped up their bag. "Considering just how much bad stuff has just happened, it would be less likely for something good to happen."
"But that's not how statistics work," Rie said.
"I don't care," Terrian replied.
"Well, I guess I could look for them," Ender said, though not truly convinced. "Give me a sec. Can I just borrow your bed?"
Without waiting for a reply, Ender disappeared, reappearing in a cross legged position on Terrian's bed. There was a bright blue glow behind the psychic's shades. Ender was looking for the people that lived around Whelkshore, since that would be where he was going to teleport. The rest would be fine on their own. The psychic didn't really think anything else bad would happen to the ship.
Ender cast his mind out, looking for Sly. He could see the entire ship, inside and out, in his mind's eye. The Andalite wasn't too hard to find. Not only did he have a unique mental signature amongst the rest of the crowd, but he was also predictable. Ender found him in the dining hall, Merlin right next him.
"Terrian, recall your duplicates. I don't want to teleport more than I have to," Ender said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the bottle of extra strength aspirin he always carried and took one. His brain throbbed slightly from the searching.
"3, 2, 1 teleport!" Ender said for no apparent reason.
He, Rie, Terrian, Sly, and Merlin suddenly found themselves on Whelkshore's main road. Ender dropped to a knee, holding his head. He took three more aspirins before getting up and smiling at everyone.
"That was fun. We should do this again sometime. Ciao!"
OOC: THE END ARCHIVE THIS SUCKER
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Post by Beelzebibble on Aug 14, 2009 21:58:00 GMT -5
OOC: Well oh my god is it IT IS! My first ever completed full RP! (By "full" I mean "not the Laksha vs. Max topic that was part of the larger Beginner's Cup"). I'm so happy! I am just about weeping with joy. Kind of a shame it hit the end so quickly, but I understand, what with half the RPers out of action these days.
Thanks a lot, Choobs. And start thinkin' bout that Luxury Train Ride sequel. You know it's gotta be.
now if we could also finish chords and end game this month i would be dancin' on the chimbleytops
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Post by ch00beh on Aug 14, 2009 21:59:17 GMT -5
OOC: You mean Luxury FLYING PUSSYFOOT Ride?
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Post by Beelzebibble on Aug 14, 2009 22:00:59 GMT -5
OOC: YES I'M NOT EVEN GOING TO LIE
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 16, 2009 18:40:44 GMT -5
OOC: Blood has an assload of EP to hand out. He's gotta like flip through the whole frickin' thing.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Aug 17, 2009 13:26:37 GMT -5
OOC: And I get to edit this titan. Whoo
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Post by ch00beh on Jun 13, 2010 21:54:56 GMT -5
I think it is you who is wrong, Pohatu
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