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exsiliumlogs2013-05-14 09:48 am
initiatesnpc) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-05-14 09:48 am
Entry tags:
- !initiatesnpc,
- #plot post,
- bolin (legend of korra),
- dick grayson (dc comics),
- edward elric (fullmetal alchemist),
- ella ellis (original),
- elmer c. albatross (baccano!),
- glen baskerville (pandora hearts),
- kate "candy" kane (dc comics),
- kirian dawningsun (original),
- meliantha (original),
- nill (dogs: bullets & carnage),
- shelke rui (ffvii:doc),
- vriska serket (homestuck),
- ✝ adam jensen (deus ex)
Other Worlds: V 1.0
Date & Time: May 14th at 9 AM to May 15th at 9 AM.
Location: Elmer's world
Characters: Elmer and his volunteer squad (and some Initiative NPCs).
Summary: The Initiative is tentatively trying to find a way to get Transports home, as outlined here. This is their first excursion.
Warnings: n/a
The Initiative employees who stand with the Transports at the Transporter pad are silent, nervous, but determined. They’re good words for the entire Initiative Hold today, really. For a room full of scientists all poised at their stations, it’s awfully quiet in here.
Transports and employees alike have been thoroughly briefed, warned repeatedly about the dangers, and finally, thanked for their bravery and contribution to the efforts to find a safe way home for unwilling Transports. (And yes, everyone has been promised a healthy pay bonus, pending their successful return.) There isn’t much left to be said. With one final nod, a white-coated woman at the forefront of the home-side scientists throws a switch.
There’s a hum, a rumble, a light...
...And then a lot of water.
It’s different from being sent back in time on missions; there is disorientation, a fleeting confusion. But as all of those along acclimate to their new universe, they might become aware of their surroundings. The fighters among them, having been warned repeatedly that there could be anything waiting for them on the other side, might even be a little disappointed.
They’re on a giant black cruise liner in the year 2002 — a veritable floating palace, with room for 2500 passeners and 1000 more crew on top of that. They seem to have just left shore, and the group’s en masse arrival on deck has drawn a few curious stares. Fortunately, their holographic devices should already have been activated before leaving, so the stranger-looking ones among them (you know who you are, green, gray, winged, and pointy-eared folks) won’t get more idle curiosity than the rest.
“Well,” says one of your resident lab-coated companions, “Mr Albatross, welcome home. Techs, spread out, get on the readings.” He tosses a doubtful glance at the rest of the Transports, a little apologetic. Really, they’d been prepared for a lot more explosions and gunshots than this. “The rest of you... see what you can find. I have a best-case-scenario list* from the higher ups, supplies they need. If anyone wants to see if there’s anything around here, be my guest.”
So there it is: you have a day, and a luxury cruise liner to spend it on. Better get to it.
*THE SCAVENGER HUNT LIST:
A lot of this list, handed out to the group on request, is really long, complex names of chemical compounds and fuel sources. Really, it’s mostly just wistful thinking on the part of the Initiative. But, hey, how were they supposed to be sure the group wouldn’t find itself teleported into a well-stocked laboratory in a futuristic world?
There is one very mundane mention on this list, though: alcohol. Is there a shortage in Exsilium? Do they just want better quality alcohol back home? Or is this for some extravagant party back in the Hold? Who knows. What is clear is it’s about the only thing on this list available on the cruise liner (although you never know, diligent searchers may get lucky with other items), and the Initiative has only given all travelers about $50 each.
[[ ooc; You’re welcome to make your own threads, mingle, or make up basically any scenario you’d like here! Feel free to tag the NPC, or handwave any communication with him entirely. They’ll be told to reconvene in 24 hours in the same place on the deck (except Elmer, who is to stay and look for any longer-term effects), and anyone not there runs the risk of being left behind when they attempt to reopen the portal back. ]]
Location: Elmer's world
Characters: Elmer and his volunteer squad (and some Initiative NPCs).
Summary: The Initiative is tentatively trying to find a way to get Transports home, as outlined here. This is their first excursion.
Warnings: n/a
The Initiative employees who stand with the Transports at the Transporter pad are silent, nervous, but determined. They’re good words for the entire Initiative Hold today, really. For a room full of scientists all poised at their stations, it’s awfully quiet in here.
Transports and employees alike have been thoroughly briefed, warned repeatedly about the dangers, and finally, thanked for their bravery and contribution to the efforts to find a safe way home for unwilling Transports. (And yes, everyone has been promised a healthy pay bonus, pending their successful return.) There isn’t much left to be said. With one final nod, a white-coated woman at the forefront of the home-side scientists throws a switch.
There’s a hum, a rumble, a light...
...And then a lot of water.
It’s different from being sent back in time on missions; there is disorientation, a fleeting confusion. But as all of those along acclimate to their new universe, they might become aware of their surroundings. The fighters among them, having been warned repeatedly that there could be anything waiting for them on the other side, might even be a little disappointed.
They’re on a giant black cruise liner in the year 2002 — a veritable floating palace, with room for 2500 passeners and 1000 more crew on top of that. They seem to have just left shore, and the group’s en masse arrival on deck has drawn a few curious stares. Fortunately, their holographic devices should already have been activated before leaving, so the stranger-looking ones among them (you know who you are, green, gray, winged, and pointy-eared folks) won’t get more idle curiosity than the rest.
“Well,” says one of your resident lab-coated companions, “Mr Albatross, welcome home. Techs, spread out, get on the readings.” He tosses a doubtful glance at the rest of the Transports, a little apologetic. Really, they’d been prepared for a lot more explosions and gunshots than this. “The rest of you... see what you can find. I have a best-case-scenario list* from the higher ups, supplies they need. If anyone wants to see if there’s anything around here, be my guest.”
So there it is: you have a day, and a luxury cruise liner to spend it on. Better get to it.
*THE SCAVENGER HUNT LIST:
A lot of this list, handed out to the group on request, is really long, complex names of chemical compounds and fuel sources. Really, it’s mostly just wistful thinking on the part of the Initiative. But, hey, how were they supposed to be sure the group wouldn’t find itself teleported into a well-stocked laboratory in a futuristic world?
There is one very mundane mention on this list, though: alcohol. Is there a shortage in Exsilium? Do they just want better quality alcohol back home? Or is this for some extravagant party back in the Hold? Who knows. What is clear is it’s about the only thing on this list available on the cruise liner (although you never know, diligent searchers may get lucky with other items), and the Initiative has only given all travelers about $50 each.
[[ ooc; You’re welcome to make your own threads, mingle, or make up basically any scenario you’d like here! Feel free to tag the NPC, or handwave any communication with him entirely. They’ll be told to reconvene in 24 hours in the same place on the deck (except Elmer, who is to stay and look for any longer-term effects), and anyone not there runs the risk of being left behind when they attempt to reopen the portal back. ]]
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Yes. My name is Shelke Rui.
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I'm Robin. Sorry if I stepped on any toes, back there.
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I suppose I should say thank you anyway, though.
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[ So maybe he had been just sitting there enjoying dinner not even a little bit in a hurry. ]
What are you gonna do with them now?
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The scientist claimed it was necessary for fuel for that spaceship, though he did not explain why.
I suppose I need to find somewhere to store it until we depart.
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I bet it would fit in one of those compartments they have starboard side. If you did want to take a walk this way. [ He gestures with his thumb. ]
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[She considers him for a moment, weighing the options between going with him and not. He had helped her, even if it had been unnecessary. So finally she nods and turns to head in the indicated direction.]
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What's wrong with all the alcohol we have back in Exilsium? [ He huffs a short, scoffing little laugh. ] You know he actually told me they don't want to ruin morale by taking it away.
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[Shelke had spent a long time somewhere very similar. She knew all about how people 'passed the time.']
And it is possible this is more potent. These are the highest proof bottles I have seen on the ship.
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[ But the comment about the proof gets his attention. ]
Hey, can I look at it for a minute? I'll give it back, I promise.
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[Shelke wasn't certain about that fighting thing, but there was little sense arguing about it. She studies him for a moment, perhaps trying to make up her mind about him, before she nods and shifts the bag off her shoulder so he can reach it.]
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Finally he does hand it back, with a small, faintly disappointed sigh. ]
Wish I had lab equipment on me. No way to run any tests before we hand it over.
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You believe it's something besides normal alcohol?
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[ As if it's the most obvious thing in the world. ]
But other than that, who knows? You have to figure they wouldn't tell us the truth about something like this if they thought they had a reason not to.
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[Shelke raises a pale eyebrow as she takes the bottle back and returns it to her backpack.]
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[ He's eying her a little sideways now. ]
You don't think there's a chance they're working more than one side of this?
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But so far they have done nothing to lose my trust.