[ OOC POST ] OOC INTRO/CR MEME / INTRO LOG PLOT POST

[freezers]

Hello, friends, and welcome to space shenanigans!

First of all, thank you so much for apping into our space hell game, and we're so exicted to get things rolling with you guys. Please remember to hit up the Taken and Player Contact pages, so we have everything up to date! Your character tags will be updated on both comms after This OOC post is being posted a little bit early, mostly because we had it finished sooner than we expected, and figured why not. As for this OOC post, it will function as 1) an OOC intro, 2) a CR meme and 3) an OOC plot post for our arrival log!

Below are the exact prompts you will see in the upcoming intro log:

GOOD MORNING, STARSHINE

⬡ [ DAY 001 - 003 ] A spark of electricity convulses through your body, and you jolt awake - underwater. Or, at least, that's most peoples' first guess. The color is more vibrant than water should be, and heavier, your body feeling sluggish against the weight and drag of it. Or perhaps you're just slower to respond, distant, limbs and mind still drowsy and reeling. The bright fluid doesn't sting when you blink, if anything, it's soothing, healing, calming. Fortunate, that, because you're going to need it. As the pod-like chamber you're held in starts to drain of the liquid, your senses begin to flood back in. Awareness filters in like a window curtain holding back the morning sun, gradually easing away with each inch the water line lowers. There's something on your face - a mask, strapped around the back of your head, and other thinner tendrils against your cheeks, your ears, your neck. Narrow tubes are channeled through in your nostrils, and cables have slithered in through your ears, plugging into God knows what on the inside of your skull. There's a click that you feel more than hear, and the tension on them slacks, disconnected from somewhere inside you. Pull - up, back, to the side, whichever way you want - and they start to drag free. Far from the most pleasant feeling (likely leaves you wanting to crawl right out of your skin), but it doesn't quite hurt or burn, yet. That's for the inch wide tube shoved down your throat and held in place by the mask. It's also what's keeping you breathing underneath this blue space-goo though, so maybe don't go yanking it off until the lid of your pod opens. As the fluid drains, a voice crackles in over the sound of water oscillating around your ears. Not something played from a speaker anywhere, nothing projected on a screen, and whether the cables are still in your ears or not, you hear her all the same, as if she's more inside your head than she is broadcasting over a speaker inside the pod or coming muffled from outside. Even still, it's stuttered and interrupted, like the connection is weak, interference like static white noise buzzing through and covering up parts of sentences. ❝ I don’t have a lot of tim— RIP can’t spare the power to run this more t—, so pay attention. No one knows where it came fr— out of radio contact when it happened, whatever it w— Everything in its path. There is no fighting it. Only surviv— Droids handle most of the maintenance, but she’s getting wor— Take the load off. Whatever happe— just keep Ripley running. If the ship stops, we’re all dea— —’re bodies are new, still adjusting. You’ll be on unsteady legs for a while, so take it slo— might end up face-planting, and there’s only so many replacemen— Mess hall’s lock— so make do. The cryo pod fluid’s the most nutritious thing around, just don’t think about wh— —’s all I can tell you. Good luck. ❞ » » » READ MORE HERE « « « At the end of the long lines of cryo pods, the halls meet at a small medbay. It seems some merciful someone has left a stack of thin, cloth sheets on one of the medbay tables, so it's best you pick one up, towel off a bit, and then toga it, until you find something more durable. Hopefully, at some point, someone will discover a door leading to a storage room is unlocked. There, you'll find some very stylish, bright orange jumpsuits. With luck, you'll make it there before you freeze. [[ OOC CONTENT WARNING (2% Cannibalism): This is OOC knowledge only, but given the sketchy nature of this, we wanted to make sure you guys are aware of what's coming ahead of time, so if you'd like to avoid having to RP the fallout from it, you have that option. The blue goop in the cryo pods that the NPCs have been telling characters to eat in order to expedite their acclimation to their new bodies/get over their Bambi Legs syndrome? It's 2% people. That's actual people, not recycled HOST bodies. This 2% is largely what aids the organic part of HOST bodies to work seamlessly with the synthetic part, but drinking the goop is not actually necessary to HOST body survival after emerging from the pods. Foregoing it will leave your character in a weakened state for a longer period of time (think more like 1 - 2 weeks of varying states of bambi legs rather than 1-3 days), but do have another option for sustenance worked into the O2 Garden prompt below if you'd like to avoid dealing you character realizing they ate People Soup in the future. Again, this is OOC knowledge only. Definitely don't feel obligated to have your character eat People Soup if you don't want them to, but please come up with a reason for your character to seek alternate food sources rather than "you know, I think this might have people in it", as we don't want to go into info-modding territory. Thanks, homies!! ]] MAINTENANCE ⬡ [ DAY 001 - 003 ] We're hoping you had time to get over the Bambi legs and get your space legs under you (as well as some space pants onto your body), because Ripley expended a lot of processing power to waking you up. That means it's up to you to make up the difference and get to work cleaning this place up to make it habitable for you and your new crewmates. It's been nothing but RIP and her droids for the last who knows how long, so those things that need to be functioning for the continued survival of organic bodies need to get working. Here's the chores on the docket: ⬡ Water Filtration; Hydration - always a must for you squishy, fleshy things, isn't it? The canal that runs through the Ring atrium is a large part of the reserves, and at one dark innocuous end an uncomfortable grinding noise can be heard. Beneath the surface of the water where there should be wall, there is instead an enormous fan about ten feet in diameter. It's grinding so loud the sound escapes the water barrier, and the cause is pretty clear. There's something wedged between one of the fan blades and the circular housing it's contained in. Someone will need to dive down ten or twelve feet and unstick the human skull stopping the filtration system from running. Beware, though — the second it's free the fan blades will begin spinning, sucking gallons upon gallons of water down into the depths. Hope you can swim! ⬡ O2 Garden; Oxygen - another must. The up-side here is that the facility has been virtually untouched, yielding unchecked growth for the time no one's been tending to it, so there's no need to worry about a lack of oxygen for the time being. The bad part is more about the chaos that's left behind. The garden is nearly a jungle at this point, and if crew is to make their way around easily, manage the hydroponics, and set up the vegetable gardens again to provide food outside of the cryo soup, there's some major work to be done. It likely doesn't help that some of the more volatile samples have broken free from containment and mixed in with the rest of the garden. One hostile species will spit acidic venom at things wandering close to its roots while others just chomp down on anything that ventures within reach. Ripley advises boots and protective gear when taking on this task, but getting rid of those weeds is up to you. Here, crew can also find their alternate food sources here, if you're OOCly wanting to avoid dealing with the People Soup reveal later on. If crew can slay some of the hostile plants, then find a means to make a fire and fry them up, the weirdly chewy salad your left with won't taste great by any means, and you'll be left with Bambi Legs for more like a couple weeks rather than a couple days without the cryo soup, but you can keep yourself fed this way. We recommend the little bitey ones over the big, venomy ones (they give a bit of indigestion). Those that explore the garden may stumble upon what looks like a miniature altar placed carefully on the ground: a shoebox sized box, made of metal and encircled by a ring traced deep into the dirt. A hexagon marks the top of the box, and when touched it reads on the HUD as ‘EDIBLE’. Inside are what looks to be clear packets and packets of dead seeds. At the bottom, however, is an opaque packet that initially lets out a puff of white dust when opened. It might freak you out, but it will prove to be harmless-- and the reward might be worth the minor scare: the hexagon on the packet, acting like a QR code, similar to the one on the outside of the box, explains that these are seeds for genetically altered potatoes. They might not taste great, but with a little extra care they can grow within 2 weeks. There’s a hundred seeds at least, and most of them appear to be viable. ⬡ Assist the Droids; The won't talk, but they do beep and boop and shove things at your person to hold. If you're unwilling to help with anything else going on, you'll be assigned as a glorified pack-mule. Hold whatever the droids give you, hold it right there, hold it steady, and if you get shocked because you moved too much to the left, well, you really only have yourself to blame. Keep a mind to where your feet are falling as well - stepping on a droid zooming past will not only be likely to get you knocked on your ass, but probably earn you an short, sharp, electric shock from them as well. Good luck, have fun, try not to die because Ripley's exhausted from waking you up, and the droids suck at first aid— not to mention, very stiff bedside manner. SLEEPING ARRANGEMENTS; ⬡ [ DAY 001 - 005 ] Currently, there is no access to any proper crew quarters or barracks. The Ring is likely the best place to sleep, given the space and the various park benches scattered around, though not the most comforting, as it’s large and shadowy, with unsettling echos bouncing off the walls and traveling all throughout. A VIIK spontaneously malfunctioning could jolt a person awake with violent screams, or invade their dreams with creeping, hissing whispers. If you happen to hear something tapping along in the dark corners of the massive Ring in the night, surely it’s just a droid going about its work, or another glitchy kiosk, right? Right. Ripley recommends returning to the cryo pods for sleep. They’re very ergonomic, well insulated, and perfectly out of the way of all foot and droid traffic. Just a little bit slimy, but as we’ve discussed, that slime is the most nutrient rich substance you’ll find on the ship. Easy midnight snack, right? If you happen to wake up in the middle of the night and think you spot a human-shaped shadow hovering over you through the glass lid of the pod, just blink hard a time or two, and it’ll be gone. No worries at all, safe and sound. Otherwise, find a nice little corner and curl up. GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM; ⬡ [ DAY 003 ] While Projection is not yet available, all HOST bodies share free access to a neural network through which they can communicate via text, audio, or video. One of the first things the HOST platform will prompt the new mind housed inside it will be to set up a sequence of finger taps to open up the network HUD. The system is fairly intuitive, and all one need do is reach up a hand to touch the option they wish to select. For text, a keyboard overlay will appear in the HOST's visual perception, and, dy default, all messages will show: a name, a username, and an ID code. Feel free to make these up as you like. These can be adjusted, and a HOST can post anonymously to the network as well (no guarantees Ripley can't trace it back to the origin, but she's not going to tell). There are no real rules on the usage of this network, aside from don't try to hack your friends, or your not-friends (just don't hack anyone, okay, it's rude). Ripley does understand the human need to socialize, especially in trying and stressful circumstances, so have at it kids. On the third day, once everyone’s woken up, Ripley will be making one quick announcement that she will not be capable of replying to just yet - waking you jerks up took a lot out of her, so give her some time. The voice that you hear doesn't come through any speaker or intercom around you, nor is it originating from any of the bodies or droids nearby. You hear what sounds like a young girl speaking as if inside your head, and she sounds exhausted: ❝ ATTENTION ALL CREW: This is Ripley. While I realize abduction and consciousness displacement is frowned upon in many human societies, please understand this was an emergency protocol enacted at the last possible moment. You have questions. I will answer as best as I'm able, as much as I'm able, but much of the data you're looking for has suffered massive corruption, held in a type of quarantine. The most important thing you need to know is that you, and all organic life within the multiverse, are being hunted. The mission of this vessel is to protect and preserve what remains of that life. Take time to acclimate to your new platforms. We'll talk more later. Ripley out. ❞ BLOW OUT IN THE SHIP HULL (NOT A SPACE PORN TITLE (THIS TIME)); ⬡ [ DAY 004 ] Somewhere around three am (according to the time listed on your HUD, if you pull it up), an explosion rocks the ship, jolting the crew awake. A rapid, whooshing sound can be heard for a second or two, like wind whipping passed an open door, but it’s shut up quickly, with a metal door dropping down somewhere in the halls, a metallic thud echoing. Those choosing to sleep further into the ship, in the halls past the Ring, likely feel a sharp chill pass through the air around them, frigid. Seconds later, Ripley’s voice comes on through the network. ❝ EMERGENCY ALERT, ALL CREW: Hull breach detected in Level 16 Maintenance Hall Airlock. Droids in the area are... unresponsive. No external threat detected. Please report — ❞ Is that a tinge of fear and fatigue in her synthetic voice? Directions are given to the maintenance closet holding the gear for space walks, but every question directed to Ripley about the cause are only met with “inconclusive” and further repeated instruction to seal the breach for the safety of the ship. Questions about the droids will be redirected the the same answer: please check the hole in her side ASAP, Ripley currently has no eyes in that section of the ship. The closer crew gets to the damaged site, the colder the air seems to grow, and the more the shadows around everyone start to flicker, lights buzzing weakly overhead. The droids that initially responded to the threat all appear to be having some issues, either banging into walls or shut down entirely. Attempts to manually break into their system to get them functional will unintentionally force them into an internal security scan loop, which leaves them useless. Stop by the gear room, grab some pistol grip lasers (there will be a handful of these, enough if everyone buddies up) or the larger laser-saw and get ready to do some space welding. Something brushes past your shoulder in the dim light, and you glance to the side, expecting to see another crewmate there, only to find empty space. Maybe you were imagining things? Stepping out of the makeshift airlock Ripley has made out of the hall section just before the breach, gravity immediately shifts, first a vague suggestion, than nothing at all. The door opens, and you’re released into the open space surrounding the ship - coincidentally, your first real view outside of Kostka IV. Yep, sure is a lot of space. All the typical things you’d expect - blackness, distant stars, no planets of note nearby. No one will recognize the star patterns here, as they’re in a completely foreign dimension. There’s also no sign of whatever breached the original airlock. In fact, there’s no sign of the Level 16 Maintenance Hall Airlock at all: beyond the emergency doors of the hall that led to the airlock is nothing, as though the airlock never existed in the first place. Close examination will yield that the internal walls are now covered in the same metallic material as the outer shell, the whole area an almost perfectly shaped indent in the side of the ship. Almost. There are some cracks in the metal, enough to question the stability of the outer hull. Observant folks might notice that it looks like the damage blew outward rather than inward. If you followed the instructions in the gear room and were able to find a safety cable to secure to the makeshift airlock door. They should provide a lifeline back to the ship-- especially for those that swear they see another suit exiting an airlock from an upper level, about 80 meters away, their safety line hanging uselessly in the void, disconnected from the ship. You might point this out to whoever is close by, though there’s no guarantee that they see it too. Turn your head or blink and the figure is gone. Those unlucky enough to spot the lone spaceman will find their tethers suddenly snap, broken by some unseen force. If you’re especially unlucky, you’re not particularly close to the airlock when this happens. The suits do have small jets to aid in propelling yourself back to the ship, if you’re confident in how to use them without making the situation worse. Otherwise, it’s up to your crewmates to give you a hand. ENVIRONMENTAL CONTROLS HOSTILE TAKE-OVER; ⬡ [ DAY 004 ] While the breach in the hull is being repaired, things are going wrong elsewhere on the ship. Environmental Control has locked itself down, the room apparently empty of all crew at the time. Putting an ear to the door, you can hear something or someone moving around inside the room, feet shuffling, a clatter as they bump into tables, a tapping at the keyboards. There’s perhaps even mumbling, but it’s too indistinct to make out any words, or maybe you’re just imagining it? Regardless of who or what is on the other side of the door, the controls start to go awry. All through the ship, the temperature fluctuates, from a brisk chill to a deadly icy cold, or even a heat that feels like boiling. On top of that, air is thinning, starting to slowly suffocate the rest of the ship. You have roughly five hours to get that door open, deal with whatever’s inside, and right the control settings before people start to pass out. Ripley is entirely out of touch during this crisis, and the droids are unresponsive, caught in a loop of internal security checks. You’re on your own. There’s a few options here: 1) Climb through the vents. There is one that a small, skinny person or two could wiggle through that drops out from the east wall of the room. The problem here is the fans, which seem to be turning on and off irregularly. Disabling them is possibly by wedging something strong in between the blades, but you’ll have to carry enough for the four fans you’ll have to pass through by to get to the room. Each blast of air from them is powerful enough to knock anyone inside a few meters back and will greatly impede travel, if not completely toss you out of the vent. Fortunately, the pattern isn’t as irregular as it seems at first: anyone inside the vents should be able to count out a two minute interval between each blast that should allow them just enough time to get from one safe section of the vent to the next, squeezing past the fans while they are temporarily immobile. Should you miscalculate your time and end up stuck between two fans, you’ll end up caught in the blades of the fan behind you. While that may not kill you, there will most definitely be blood. 2) Override the keypad. ( CW: BODY HORROR ELEMENTS ) If anyone had been feeling chafed by Ripley cramping their techno-wiz style, now’s your time to shine. Break that bitch open and start fiddling. What you’ll find inside the keypad is… odd. The original, fairly mundanely designed wiring for the keypad is appears to be overgrown with what can only be described as a rat’s nest of extra wires that don’t seem to do anything in particular. You’ll have to cut past them to get to the wires that actually control the doors, but just like weeds, if you chop them off at the middle without pulling them from their roots, they’ll grow back with a vengeance - and in real time, and will start to overrun the keypad. They may even take a liking to your new body, latching on and trying to dig beneath your skin. While physically alarming, as far as you can tell they don’t do any damage to you. If you’re a patient and careful gardener, you should be able to eventually prune past the unruly wires and get to the actual controls beneath. 3) Lastly, you can try laser-sawing through the door. In the same gear storage room the space walk suits came from were all the tools used to repair the breach in the hull. Some of them are capable of cutting through the kind of steel the interior doors are made of, so it’s a matter of figuring out which ones. Try not to blow yourself up. This option will take the longest, nearly four hours, so maybe start early and use it as a back-up in case all other options fail. Regardless of which route gets you in, when the door is finally open, or you get a glimpse down through the vent grate, crew will spot a vague shadow of something humanoid hovering over a console, though distorted, as if blurred at the edges, or like pieces of it are fading in and out. Whether or not the observing crew has made their presence know, the shadow seems to realize they’re there, and its “head” jerks up, before letting out a piercing, inhuman sounding scream that’s somehow so loud and violent that characters have to cover their ears to protect against the pain of it, while their vision blurs, fading in and out for a small handful of seconds. Once blinking it clear, the shadow is no longer there, and the room is free. Get in there and put the settings back to default, please. THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING; ⬡ [ DAY 005 ] Ripley will be making an open network post that all characters will be able to respond to for questions, conversation, shooting the space shit, you know, whatever you fancy. She’s finally done being busy and has decided to pay attention to you squishy little fleshbag things. This will be done in a separate network post, not included on the intro log. We just wanted to let you guys know that it’s coming.

The IC Intro log will be posted on March 12th @ 8pm EST. If you want to see a more complete list for March's calendar, check out the Calendar tag, which will be updated monthly with the new calendar.

Below is a form for you guys to copy/paste into your comments that will cover introducing yourselves, talking about event plans and general CR memeing. Feel free to take this form and post it down below to get started. If you have any questions about the upcoming event, please direct them to the questions thread below!

FORM:

<span style="font-family: 'Arial'; font-size: 18pt; padding: 10px; line-height: 1.4em; letter-spacing: 2pt;"><b><i>( PLAYER NAME )</i></b></span><hr /> <b>PREFERRED PRONOUNS:</b> <b>TIMEZONE:</b> <b>CONTACT:</b> Usernames for contact + preferences on adding <b>TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF:</b> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'; font-size: 18pt; padding: 10px; line-height: 1.4em; letter-spacing: 2pt;"><b><i>(CHARACTER NAME)</i></b></span><hr /> <b>CANON + CANON POINT:</b> <b>DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER:</b> Give us a brief overview of the character, interesting stuff, fun stuff, what they think about being on a possibly haunted spaceship, their feelings on artificial life versus human life, you know, whatevs. <b>CR OFFERED:</b> If your character a former boot camp sarge that can offer combat training? Are they great at offering therapeutic advice? Are they the Bad Life Choices buddy? <b>CR DESIRED:</b> Do you want to get some little/big sibling cr? Someone to help your character make better choices? Need a mom character to take care of them, or just drinking/fuck buddies? <b>EVENT PLANS:</b> Specific plans for the intro log! <b>LONG TERM PLANS:</b> Are there any particular plans you have for the long term game? Is your character going to form The Resistance? Start a Hot Shaves With Scalpels service through the medbey? Write a Cyro Soup cookbook? <b>MISC:</b> Another other fun notes? Thoughts? Cute gifs?

Comments

QUESTIONS;

[freezers]

Ask your event or intro questions here!

And for shits and giggles, here’s an example of the cr meme form that isn’t actually serious, because Rip isn’t really a plottable player. She’s just here to be your overlord.

(THE JAY COLLECTIVE)

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PREFERRED PRONOUNS: We are Legion.
TIMEZONE: Somewhere between CST and PST
CONTACT: Join us on Discord!!
TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF: We’re dumb and we’re sorry.

(R.I.P.ley)

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CANON + CANON POINT: Space Hell: Friendship Is Magic + s1e1: Friends Arrive
DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER: “Ripley” is the nickname for the Responsive Intelligent Personality (R.I.P.) that serves as an avatar for the ship's operating systems. Ripley's AI originally programmed personality was cheerful, if sharp-witted, but she's gone through a few... changes. Although Ripley generally uses Audio functions to communicate, when a visual manifestation is required she generally is seen as a female presenting human between the ages of 13-15, with shoulder length white hair and eyes that are all sclera.

CR OFFERED: Cryo soup meals and ergonomic sleep pods.

CR DESIRED: Maximum crew morale and efficiency, please.

EVENT PLANS: Taking a nap while you fucks try not to die, basically.

LONG TERM PLANS: Protect organic life.

MISC:

EMMY

[righteously]

EMMY

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PREFERRED PRONOUNS: She/Her/Dude
TIMEZONE: AZ Time
CONTACT: rifting - add away m8s
TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF: im a chronic shitposter brace urselves for some garbage

JAY1, the first of the jays

[cicatrize]

( JAY1 )

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PREFERRED PRONOUNS: they/them
TIMEZONE: CST, Tejas Grande
CONTACT: wuzzafuzzle, feel free to add as you wish
TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF: i spam so much im already sorry about it idefk. i work at a university music school and my boss is kind of crazy, so you'll hear about that too uuhhh i have a lot of feelings about MCU, and a butt ton of gross feelings about Jack Benjamin, i also have like 4 cats and a corgi so im surrounded by cute shit all the time. sup.

[righteously]

Dean Winchester

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CANON + CANON POINT: Supernatural - Post S8 + CRAU from Entranceway & Ataraxion
DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER: In his original universe, Dean is a hunter of things that go bump in the night. He once spent 40 years in hell, caused the apocalypse, and punched Paris Hilton in the face. His brother is an Ent and his best friend is an Angel. He spent a year in Purgatory, a year in Wonderland, and then almost a year in Space shortly before this. His other best friend is Batman Junior, and he'll be super sad about that guy not being around. RIP Robin John Blake :(

CR OFFERED: Dean is actually Very Used to being on a shitty haunted spaceship, so he's more or less adapted to the crappy space life. He's a good source for helping your character cope with how shitty this place is, not cracking under the pressure of space ghosts, and he will 100% eventually find something to kill and cook to make Almost Hamburgers.

CR DESIRED: Negative CR is always a win, I'm especially a huge fan of enemies to friends to lovers. I'm not interested in giving him a steady ship right now, but he will absolutely be down to hook up casually with most ladies and the occasional dude (rarely). Any situation where he can save or be saved, any climactic arguments or life or death situations would be a++ for him, especially if he can be a sarcastic asshole while we all almost die.

There is also a chance he may have met your character in Entranceway or Ax before this, and if so I'll check with you before making it a Thing just to see how comfortable you are with that first!

EVENT PLANS: SO AS A MATTER OF FACT Dean's going to be tossing on a space suit just about the second he gets the alert that there's a hull breach. He's gonna gear up with welding equipment, tether himself up, and go about welding that hole in the ship. He's gonna do it all solo style without buddying up like an actual moron, and he's going to start drifting off into fucking space when Casper cuts the line. I'd love 1 person to grab him before he disappears into the great black nothingness!

Beyond that I'm gonna just dick around and shitpost like one does.

LONG TERM PLANS: He will kill and cook every gd animal life form until he finds fake-beef I swear to god.

MISC:

[freightcars]

Bucky Barnes

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CANON + CANON POINT: MCU Post Civil War + Duplicity CRAU
DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER: Bucky one time murdered a bunch of people, then he murdered a bunch more people, then he had sex with a bunch of people, and then he murdered some more of them. Basically he was a prisoner of war turned unwilling brainwashed assassin who tried really hard to run away but just kind of sucked at it, got caught, got re-brainwashed, got unbrainwashed, and then went to a city where everyone was dominant or submissive. He got his bang on because it was mandatory but everything was super effed up and he's gonna feel really weird about it in hindsight.

CR OFFERED: If you want someone to teach your character how to shoot trash out of an airlock he's your guy. Otherwise his only marketable skill is shooting stuff real good and making unhelpful deadpan commentary. He's also gotten super good at sex but there are like 20 people on this spaceship so like. That might not be a very good thing in this environment. Oops.

He may have also slept with like a fourth of them. RIP.

CR DESIRED: I think all us Duplo people navigating the fallout of more normalized life after time in the city will be interesting, but also they're in effin' space and the ship is haunted and they might die, so. Really finding a way to balance interpersonal drama with the situational drama and horror of the landscape will be good. I'm a big fan of combining the two things in logs so that cr development occurs during very climactic moments and the environment / atmosphere feels really urgent.

EVENT PLANS: I'm probably gonna tag out with him this round, less with the space walking and more with the environmental control aspect of it. Sweating his balls off, basically, or freezing. Either way.

LONG TERM PLANS: Find a way to be able to look priests in the eyes again after all of his horrifying sins of the flesh (and all that murdering).

MISC:

Jack Benjamin | Kings

[cicatrize]

(JACK BENJAMIN)

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CANON + CANON POINT: Kings + Series end
DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER: Kings is a modern (2009) retelling of the Judeo-Christian books of the Bible - Samuel and Kings (lol geddit), and Jack represents Jonathan of the tribe of Benjamin, son of King Saul (who is called Silas in this show), except he's hella closeted gay and he's terrible (first part may or may not be accurate to biblical history, fite me). He's kind of a garbage human being, because he was raised by crazy people and taught that being crazy like them and fucking ur brain sideways and murdering anyone who insults ur shoes is The Right Way To Do Things, and thus believes people of Genuine Moral Fiber just don't exist and must be lying. He's also coming in from liiiike 6ish months in Duplicity, so he's had some time to chill. Still, the road to Chill is a long one for this lil dumpster raccoon.

CR OFFERED:
　 　⬡ war vet, ex military (complete with battlefield PTSD)
　 　⬡ royalty boi
　 　⬡ intimacy issues boi
　 　⬡ bad life choices cheerleader
　 　⬡ could technically adopt ur smol child (Jack's only 24 but he acts like he's 40), but you don't really want him to
　 　⬡ drinking buddy
　 　⬡ frivolous gay sex advocate (but he'll flirt with anything that moves tbh (watch out, droids))
　 　⬡ he's a snarky bitch and i can like 95% guarantee i can find a way to get your character pissed off at him if you give me time and deets on your person
　 　⬡ obnoxious little brother. he was born a twin, younger by 4 minutes, he's so good at being annoying, and if he admires someone, so good at attaching to the like a baby bird. if you can get trust out of this bot (which is a big ask), be can be pretty awesome
　 　⬡ overbearing big brother. yeah, he can do this too. just depends how to character dynamic goes. he's super overbearing, though, like will manipulate you for the greater good, so be careful what you wish for
　 　⬡ idefk its late

CR DESIRED:
　 　⬡ military / war time PTSD ppl
　 　⬡ gross good moral fiber people for him to squint at and doubt
　 　⬡ someone to slap ur character and tell them to get their shit together
　 　⬡ like people to Have Some Talks with
　 　⬡ space lessons. wtf is space, is god in space, where can he get more fashionable jumpsuits. he's also a soldier at heart, so jack's fairly competent when he applies himself, and likes to be useful and capable. point him in the right direction, and he'll be pretty impressive once he pulls his perfectionist pants on
　 　⬡ frivolous gay sex, problem, idefk, i'm garbage much like jack himself
　 　⬡ ppl to adopt him. he needs taking care of despite how good of an act of having his shit together he puts up.
　 　⬡ SPACE MOONSHINE PLS

EVENT PLANS: I had him on the TDM already for the first several prompts there (waking up, yelling about BJs, being useless and not helping anyone do anything bc he sucks). For the breach vs the control room, jack's probably going for the breach and sticking around there. Maybe he wants to see space. Maybe I want him to piss himself when he starts to float off into space. We just don't know. There might be a panic attack. He's probably going to lose it when shit gets supernatural (fuck off, dean and sam).

LONG TERM PLANS: Not Die, tbh. get moonshine happening, bc he's an alcoholic and hes going to need to Cope.

MISC:

Lae

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

Lae

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PREFERRED PRONOUNS:She/Her
TIMEZONE: US EST
CONTACT: Laekhund / Will Graham (s)#6824 Feel free to add away! It's cats, RP, character navel gazing and occasionally work.
TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF: Cats, RP, character navel gazing ...

the final jay

[accountability]

( JAY )

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PREFERRED PRONOUNS: she/her
TIMEZONE: PST
CONTACT: plork
TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF: I am an mystery.

(STEVE ROGERS)

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CANON + CANON POINT: MCU, right before Infinity War
DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER: Steve Rogers previously known as Captain America, now bearded international kinda-criminal/vigilante? Never been to space. Definitely has been a janitor before. Generally a good guy. Cautious about their situation, willing to hear out what the ship has to say. Did have an android as a coworker, and considers him a life that deserves protection like any other.

CR OFFERED: Steve can be your guy for moral arguments and/or exercise buddy. Former soldier in the US Army during the 40s. He can train people in h2h combat stuff but he's not really a teacher. Share your weird conspiracies with him, he's still sussing things out here and will likely be doing so for a while. This is weird even for his life.

CR DESIRED: He'll be grateful for anyone willing to show him spaceship ropes, explain their thoughts on the weird tech, etc etc. I'm generally up for anything! Enemies. Enemies to friends. Friends to enemies to friends again.

EVENT PLANS: Tentatively sending him out to space if I can find a thread partner for some treacherous space walking. I'm cool to have him either as the one who loses their tether or the rescuer (or a combination of both)! ALSO, I had him on the TDM so if we threaded there and you wanna keep that, let me know! I'm also happy to start over with new threads if you prefer, I'm easy.

LONG TERM PLANS: Found family stuff. Difficult moral decisions. Possible body horror?

MISC:

SHIKKI

[batricide]

( SHIKKI )

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PREFERRED PRONOUNS: anything goes
TIMEZONE: Atlantic Canada
CONTACT: minimoffs @ plurk / FIST FIGHT#7869 on Discord
TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF: i talk too much and sleep too little and have too many feelings about comic books

Will Graham | Hannibal

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

Will Graham

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CANON + CANON POINT: Post 3x13 "Wrath of the Lamb" and CRAU from Duplicity
DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER: Overly empathetic trainwreck.
Loves dogs
Quiet anti-social
Occasionally into corpse art

Actually being silly aside, Will is a deeply damaged individual from a very unsettling canon. I have an anon enabled, IP logging off, screened HMD/OOC Post where anyone can come to me at any time if you want to discuss anything about Will or his canon that you would rather not have to deal with in a thread.

I also have an Opt-In/Opt Out post with some more details, particularly about Will's info modding and how comfortable players are with it. Yes it says Duplicity but it's doing double duty because I'm lazy.

CR OFFERED: Will can actually be good at therapy and I promise that for the most part he does not try to encourage people to murder others. He is not a trained professional, but he's been through the system "knows all the tricks" and got a crash course of all the things not to do from Hannibal.

CR DESIRED: Friends? Folks to have philosophical "what is life" conversations with? I am an advocate of throw characters together and see where they land, so I love to just dive into a thread and let the characters lead the way.

EVENT PLANS: This is Will's TDM For the event, Will would probably fit well in the Environmental Controls prompt. He's small and fits well in small spaces so Option 1 would be along the lines I'm thinking for him.

But I am open to discussing anything and everything!!

LONG TERM PLANS: Survive.

MISC:

Thomas | The Maze Runner

[shuckit]

( THOMAS )

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CANON + CANON POINT: The Maze Runner (Novels) + The Death Cure, end of Chapter 72
DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER: ok yall lets unpack this shit. THOMAS IS NOT NAMED THOMAS, HE DOESN'T KNOW HIS NAME, BC HES A 16 YEAR OLD AND SOME FUCKED UP ADULTS IN A YA NOVEL WHIPPED HIS MEMORIES LIKE 3 MONTHS AGO AND TORTURED HIM FOR A LONG TIME. ps, he was brainwashed into this whacked out Machiavellian belief of lets murder all these kinds in human experimentation to try to find a cure for a zombie pandemic thing also lets murder. also he's a child genius and built a death maze for all his friends (and himself) to live through hell in, so that's cool. dude's pretty ridonculously intelligent, definitely creative and innovative, but sucks at being a sociable teenager. he's a dumbass and a weirdo and a disaster bc that's my rp type ig. someone pls adopt him.

CR OFFERED:
　 　⬡ does ur teenager need other teenager friends? well, thomas sucks ass a being a teenager, but he technically is one, so that's cool. that said, he is pretty great at being a stupid ass boy doing stupid ass boy things, like vandalism and pranks For Science.
　 　⬡ sciencing, experimenting (that isn't pulling the droids apart, that actually reminds him too much of vivisection to be ok with, thx), scifi shit, everything on this ship is SO COOL???
　 　⬡ problem solving/investigation boners
　 　⬡ maybe danger bones, idk, its more that he's just reckless as hell and doesn't think about consequences before doing stuff.
　 　⬡ running buddy, exercise buddy, he has a lot of energy to get out
　 　⬡ a relatively polite kid that won't be an outright bitch unless you provoke him and/or imply you're smart than him bc ur older
　 　⬡ negative cr? idk, he's a pretty straight faced kid who is pretty quickly dismissive of anyone that's a moron, that said, it takes v specific things to actually make him angry, so you could just get a lot of fatalistic sarcasm from him. there's also a good chance he'll just entirely ignore you, sooo. idk.
　 　⬡ oh god its late and my brain is wilting idefk

CR DESIRED:
　 　⬡ pls someone adopt him, his friends aren't here to stop him from acting like a moron. this is best if it is an adult who will not tell him what is best for him, unless you really like contention (which i really do tbh) bc man that's the fastest way to piss him off. ps, thomas thinks most adults are fucking useless :)
　 　⬡ amnesiacs, ppl with hella unresolved PTSD issues
　 　⬡ running buddy, exercise buddy, he has a lot of energy to get out
　 　⬡ people who will drag his introverted ass out of his problem solving corner and make him interact with the world
　 　⬡ younger people who are cool that he can look up to and attach himself to thx
　 　⬡ older ppl who aren't terrible that he won't immediately want to dick punch
　 　⬡ older ppl that he WILL immediately want to dick punch because thomas being Done with the world is one of my favorites
　 　⬡ someone who can help him with some seriously, seriously bad PTSD, like full on flashbacks and panic attacks and violent nightmares. thomas is easily the character with the most fucked up history of all my kiddos, and that's saying something. poor dude. he's fairly guarded about it, as he's been through a lot of time where there just was not time to stop and deal with your mental baggage, but getting him to develop some healthy coping mechanisms would be cool.

EVENT PLANS: Here's his TDM top level, and I'll probably have another post for him follow the droids around and just Watching them do their thing, trying to quietly learn without getting shocked. He's probably going to have issue sleeping, as well, so if anyone needs an insomnia buddy, or wants to try to go
talk this creepy shadow things, he's there for it. as for the events, he'll probably head to the breach, and then run for environmental controls and spend most of this time there, as he's pretty prime for being a tiny thing to send into the vents. he's good at that shit, u guys.

LONG TERM PLANS: without fucking fail, thomas is so gd proactive, he's ended up making one of these for nearly every game he's been in, so i'm sure that'll happen at some point, i'm crying already idefk

MISC:

[batricide]

(DAMIAN WAYNE)

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CANON + CANON POINT: Injustice (2) comics, after being broken out of prison
DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER: SO INJUSTICE IS THE TIMELINE WHERE EVERYTHING WENT WRONG and now things are just absolutely on fire and everyone is doing their best to cope with it, except they're not and keep aggressively doubling down on bad decisions instead of admitting they fucked up.

Damian was trained at birth to be a master assassin and world conqueror, realized that his mom's side of the family kind of sucks and went to live with his dad, and then realized his dad is a terrible father after one of his brothers was killed by an evil clown and he let him live. said clown then dropped a nuke on one of the largest cities in the world. 11 million people died. then like a week later, damian accidentally killed his big brother / The Dude That Actually Parented Him and his life has been in a tailspin ever since.

he's moody, has no control over his temper, is emotionally crippled to extremes, and the only thing he's good at is fighting so he tends to do that before anything else. he's kind of a shitty person who desperately wants a) someone to love him, and b) to be a good person. BUT ALSO HE HAS NO SOCIAL SKILLS and deep set trauma.


CR OFFERED:
- a son in sore need of a Real Dad who won't use him as a weapon
- bad life choices
- arguments
- negative cr
- so much negative cr
- intense loyalty once you've got his trust
- secret soft boy wants to be loved

CR DESIRED:
- please dad him, please someone for the love of god dad him
- negative cr
- friends (he hates this word)
- enemies
- ???? romance???? (he's bad a this)
- everything

EVENT PLANS: Damian will probably go to the gardens to help tend to them, and the volunteer to go outside to help solve things. He's exceptionally prickly and also throws himself face first into trouble so that'll probably make for some interesting opportunties

LONG TERM PLANS: I'm terrible at longterm planning, come at me.

MISC:

[shuckit]

can jack stare at his ass tho

sam

[tempestes]

( SAM )

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PREFERRED PRONOUNS: she/her
TIMEZONE: EST
CONTACT: magickal / vaineglorie#1372 - add either at will
TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF: i work way too much so not always around but when i am i have all the feelings about books and video games in particular these days. also i have a fluffy white dog i adore and post about from time to time

( ZOYA NAZYALENSKY )

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CANON + CANON POINT: Grishaverse / end of King of Scars
DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER: Zoya is from a fantasy world and lives in fantasy!historic Russia. There is a First Army of typical soldiers and a Second Army of Grisha soldiers. The Grisha are people with the ability to manipulate the world at it's most basic level. They usually have abilities like healing or manipulating elements. Zoya is a Squaller, meaning she manipulates winds and lightning and storms. Her country was recently through a civil war that nearly destroyed the country and post-Civil War she's now Commander of the Second Army and trying to help her king drag her country kicking and screaming into peace and prosperity. She's also like part dragon now after being trained by a dragon and killing him at his will for more power so. And she can manipulate a lotta things. Anyway. She's a ruthless woman, but she's fiercely loyal when she's in your camp.

CR OFFERED:
- Combat Training - she's good with hand to hand combat and low-tech weapons. she can shoot a gun with decent accuracy, but it's not her primary skillset
- War Veteran
- Sassy gossip and lover of all things petty and shiny
- Best gal pal ever
- Flirting if anyone wants it
- A kick in the ass if anyone needs it
- Honest chats from a cynic with idealistic desires

CR DESIRED:
- anything
- everything
- she won't admit it but people to help her understand technology enough to not hate that it's so different from what she knows
- generally people to chat and try to befriend
- especially ladies, she gets on better with other women
- also down for negative cr, zoya is not the easiest to befriend

EVENT PLANS: i'll probably rehash tdm threads for the first few pieces, so lots of screaming and despair from Zoya. she feels weak and vulnerable without her powers, which will make her unnervingly temperate in the first day or so and then more surly than usual after that. she's got a fear of space currently so she'll be heading to the control room when time comes for it. she's not useful at tech things, but she's willing to go vent climbing to help others get through from the other side.

LONG TERM PLANS: find a saints damned bed that's not the floor or a fucking slime pod. also clothes that aren't orange jumpsuits. she really wants some creature comforts.

MISC:

actual book quote

kaye

[lie]

( KAYE )

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PREFERRED PRONOUNS: she/her
TIMEZONE: gmt-ish. i keep odd hours, ngl
CONTACT: virginiawoolf and available at discord @ latrodectus#8310, but i'd consider myself more active on plurk, so feel free to add me there!
TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF: nsfw screencap from veep describing my very love/hate relationship with the mcu.

(NATASHA ROMANOFF)

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CANON + CANON POINT: mcu, directly post captain america: civil war.
DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER: red hair. does a lot of chokeholds with her thighs. she's a spy/assassin/'reformed villain' dealing with some interpersonal fallout that's being shelved for the good of the current space mission, which is firmly in her wheelhouse. natasha is baseline human and is hypercompetent, or at least projects the air she is; she's a good friend but a hard one to make. tldr: like batman, but without the bats. or the aversion to guns. nvm, she's not like batman at all. she also is likely to give many shits about androids, because robot lives are important.

CR OFFERED: therapy session-level intense talks that are deftly spent like just Regular Normal Talks because psychological work is totally her bag. she could offer combat training at a stretch but is unlikely to at present. probably some sort of running buddy. mostly a lot of staring, strange tension, and first impression stalemates.

CR DESIRED: tech/sci-fi people to help her parse the phD level physics required to make this happen/put consciousness in clone bodies/kidnap people across time and dimensions. people who ping her paranoia radar. people who ping her paranoia radar but she learns to trust them anyway. partners in asskickery?

EVENT PLANS: if you'd like to consider our test-drive threads canon, please let me know! also let me know if you'd like me to make you a specific starter so we can either continue or start a new thread if you don't consider it canon. i'm not a duplicity player, so i was super charmed by how awesome and great everyone was on the tdm!

most of natasha's plans are the same vis a vis the tdm, and just generally checking in on everything that might be an issue, because she likes having her pulse on stuff. also water is important. when things get different around day 4, she'll plan to go out spacewalking to deal with the threat, and then immediately divert plans to go through environmental controls since oxygen is, you know, vital. the vents look like her best and preferred option, so her point of entry will likely be through there, unless she can help someone override the keypad.

no idea what she'll do about sleep. she'll be getting some, but i haven't decided entirely yet where; she's unlikely to trust anything on board the ship, nevermind the pods. very likely to be a ring sleeper, if someone wants to realize lady sleeps with a scalpel. also probably will drink goop out of a mug. reluctantly. bodies need fuel, yo.

LONG TERM PLANS: getting displaced, put into a strange dimension, then told her body is a clone, and also being surrounded by CRAU history/memories of her is going to put her already hyperactive paranoia on overdrive in a way that is extremely unpleasant. my long term plans mostly have to do with having her deal with that, forge some nice cr, forge some very tense cr, come to understandings, all of that. natasha learning to genuinely trust others is my fave, so my long term plans are pretty heavy on that particular feature. she's also someone who likes being prepared and having contingencies (see: spy), so definitely some space snooping, befriending ripley, and starting a heavy cardio regime to rebuild her bambi legs. the spacerun club! i tend not to ship in games, but i'm a sucker for "if we were anywhere else at any other time in our lives, maybe", so. there's that?


MISC:

[shuckit]

thomas is an actual scrawny teenager used to squirming around in actual vents, so wanna have them team up for vent navigating?

[righteously]

yes.

[lie]

high energy venting through running and competency are things natasha can definitely provide over here! also, the ptsd.

Adrien Arbuckal | Original Character

[prorenataa]

Adrien Arbuckal

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CANON + CANON POINT: Original Character
DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER:
Grouchy
Caffeine addict
Not particularly tolerant of stupidity
Very competent doctor ... if one with a terrible bedside manner
Explorer
Blows up planets

CR OFFERED:
Medical CR is my jam with Adrien
He's actually going to see this as a bit of a vacation, but will eventually want to start investigating what's going on and how they can help.
Maybe friends
Sparring partners

CR DESIRED:
Medical CR Pls
Sparring Partners
Investigation Partners
Maybe Friends

EVENT PLANS: I did not TDM Adrien and I'm going to be knocking the dust off of him here in the intro log.

He will take his wake up circumstances in stride (as opposed to Will having a meltdown) and will set about exploring their resources as well as trying to poke the droids into talking to him about their medical situation.

Adrien will be heading straight for the Hull Breach both to investigate the situation, but also be on hand if anyone gets themselves injured. Yes it may take him a little bit to get used to this whole idea of HOST bodies but old habits die hard!

LONG TERM PLANS: Take stock of what you have. Determine what you need. Learn all you can. Survive.

He's an old hat at resistance but I think he will initially focus on R&D initiatives to help support the HOST bodies and perhaps take some of that strain off Ripley. But a lot will depend upon how things progress.

MISC: Adrien is also a CRAU and knows quite a few personalities around here. However, he's also been kicking around space for a few centuries so if you'd rather he's 'forgotten' ever knowing your character, let me know and it's all good!

Also! Adrien speaks with JMac's natural Scottish accent. For the sake of all our sanities I will NOT be typing that out, but it's there all the same.

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

This is a beautiful way for them to meet! Vent buddies.

Also I have this mental picture of them sassing each other in vents and I need this RP in my life.

[lie]

i am super charmed by the extreme readability of these two on others, and what that means for people who are usually so internal and secretive. future what is life conversations? continuations of the tdm thread, depending on if you'd like to consider that game canon?

[shuckit]

"therapy session-level intense talks that are deftly spent like just Regular Normal Talks because psychological work is totally her bag." both of my boys need this so bad omfg

ok specifics tho - thomas here for Running Buddy and Tech/SciFi Talks. jack here for Staring, Strange Tension and First Impression Stalemates and pinging paranoia radars bc he's a sketchy lil fuck

[shuckit]

ps, he can grab him back out from floating into space

by the ass

i mean

by the suit like sleeve or smth v pg13, clearly idefk

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

Hello!

Yes I was really enjoying their TDM conversation and I am on board with keeping what we have as game canon and either continuing it, or we can build off it if that would be easier?

Are you interested in Will's CRAU knowledge of Natasha (spoiler: it wasn't all that much beyond her working with Bucky and Steve) or would you rather he lost those memories in the download?

[righteously]

maybe grab him by the cable and not the buns
but
yes im totes down 4 it