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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Tee hee hee


*Giggles at the humor of it*

This would make a good movie:

Sex, Aliens (well, monsters, but they count), and explosions (crumbling towers count too).

Posted on 2008-06-16 at 03:03:02.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Dude!


Look at your characters! You are all dressed in leather, carrying guns, big bad-a$$e$$ with mirrorshades. None of you fit into a Beaverville situation. Even Peacekeeper doesn't have the right clothing with her...

You want to find a place without security there's always the Combat Zone, though that's not likely to have an RV. I do realize though, that I failed to be descriptive with the direction the security vehicle was moving: away. It is driving away at about 5mph.

Posted on 2008-06-16 at 03:01:41.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I wonder...


Wonder how lucky I'd be...pulling a duplicate like I done on his brother.

Posted on 2008-06-16 at 02:52:02.

Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: Still need some character bios.


I've updated the character listings for the players. This is not final, but I'm going to try and make it work. I need the others, at least in premise, so I can start working with you all to develop the history.

Posted on 2008-06-16 at 02:37:56.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: You can't.


Olan can...I suppose I could if I really wanted to mess with the table information, but I don't. This is why my times are off still for my last two logbook entries.

OK, so I just returned from Vegas where we stayed at the Las Vegas Hilton. Our first day there was spent at the Star Trek Experience. I've got pictures of borg, starships, weapons, uniforms...all sorts of stuff. It was really pretty cool. Anyway, I also bought two books: An encyclopedia of everything Star Trek...almost. They left out Enterprise series things due to when the book was printed, but it has a lot of info. The second being all of the star maps. Helpful info.

So, I'm guessing that the other officers aboard the Charon aren't going to post, so I'll likely move that ahead with a Whoosh post as well in the near future.

Posted on 2008-06-16 at 02:10:54.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: mistake in timing.


My mistake. Go with Eol's time. This is why the logbook helps.

Posted on 2008-06-12 at 18:47:50.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Posted for Cerberus.


Ok, so I've posted for Cerberus: Stan and Lt. Hash. I also updated the logbook with all Cerberus entries up to date. Please, everyone, remember to update the logbook when you post. It is really very easy, and it helps out so much with the posting.

I'm waiting on posts from senior staff for the Charon to continue the briefing, but that doesn't mean I won't post ahead to keep the Charon up to date with the Cerberus.

Posted on 2008-06-12 at 07:03:45.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: The Cerberus...Fade to Commercial


Stardate: 2374.09.03
Cerberus – Jefferies Tube B, Deck 4 – 0930 hours

Stan…he’d become used to that moniker now, and had decided that it had been a fortuitous event leading up to his selection of this rather slovenly human for a disguise. The crew tended to leave him be due to his nature and appearance. Even his CO seemed to find it difficult to spend time around him, giving him duties that—thus far—had put him in remote regions of the ship, and giving him time to renew himself in relative privacy. Wandering the Jefferies Tubes had also given him a much more in depth view of the ship’s inner workings; far better than the floorplans he’d committed to memory. He still hadn’t decided where and how he was going to ensure that the Cerberus and her crew never reached the Gamma Quandrant, but he was even more confident than he’d been to date, and that was saying quite a lot.

For the time being, he’d play it smart; remain in disguise, follow orders, and continue to work his way around the ship until he’d found the best method for enacting his mission directive. His only regret thus far was the rank of the poor sod he’d fed to the nanites: an officer would have afforded him so much more access. He’d almost remedied that in the lift yesterday when fortune had found him alone with the ship’s doctor for a brief period of time—too brief. It was unfortunate as being ship’s doctor would have allowed him such freedom…

Practicing a dismissive sigh—so unlike his kind—Stan hefted his portable scanner and continued his registration of subatomic stress on the support tresses in preparation for launch.

Stardate: 2374.09.03
Cerberus – Sick Bay – 0830 hours

Lt. Hash stepped from his office and tossed a PADD to Ensign Braff without ceremony, nearly causing the young man to drop it in his haste to react.

“Decent,” Jon growled. “I might even go so far as to say adequate, but I’m afraid that if I do, well, it would just go to your head and then you’d have trouble getting your under shirt on in the morning. That would, of course, lead to you being unable to show up in uniform, which would be cause for a reprimand. And guess who has to file those. You guessed it. Me! Good lord, man! Do you see what kind of work you’re adding to my plate by being adequate? Go back to being ineffective and we’ll call it a day.”

Shaking his head, Hash turned about, taking in his crew. “Like it or not, kiddies, we’re about to leave this birthing chamber and head off into the wild black yonder. Now, I’m betting some of you girls and boys want to take some time to send those last minute, tear-ridden missives back to mommy and daddy before we take off, but you know what? I just don’t care, there’s work to be done!

“What? You say, with your little baby blues all wide and alarmed. I thought we’d finished with all of the initial what-to’s and such when that last bushy-tailed crewman skipped his lily white ass out the door and on his way. What more do we have to do? Can’t we return to our knitting? Isn’t there hugs of appreciation in our near future? What about starting a camp fire and singing Koombayah, or whatever the hell it is called?” A look of disgust washed over the doctor’s weathered face. “Ugh. There’s no hugs, no campfire songs, just long hours of reviewing every tiny, little detail of each and every crewman we’ve surreptitiously scanned, prodded, and basically embarrassed with questions like: are you sure you aren’t a test tube baby? I swear I had that tricorder a moment ago, could you bend over so I can see if I left it there? And—oh, this is my favorite—were your nipples that color when you came on board? Leave no stone unturned, no leaf untouched, and no baby birds in the nests, people! Get to work!”

As the suddenly barked order cleared his throat the room became awash with activity. Medical staff rushed to be about their duties, PADDs and medical tricorders in hand so as to at least appear to be busily about duties.

“Ensign Tort!”

The young woman stopped short and turned to face her superior with a guilty look on her smallish face despite knowing that she’d done nothing wrong to date.

“Yes, Sir?” she answered with a slight squeak.

“Did you just hiccup? My hell, what was that? If you’re going to go hiccupping all over my sick bay, I think I’ll throw up. That’s pathetic. How can anyone possibly take you seriously if you’re hovering over them going—HICCUP! HICCUP! HICCUP!—in their face the whole time?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did you just ‘yes, sir’ me about a hiccup?” Jon stared at her incredulously. “Grow a set, and come here.”

The small woman rushed forward to stand sharply at attention before Lt. Hash. He scared the living hell out of her. After her first encounter with him she’d heard nothing but horror stories from the others—rumors all, but there was always some truth to the rumors, and everything she’d heard frightened her.

“At least you can do that right,” Jon sighed as though talking with her was more stress than he was used to. “Get those Romulans in here for a complete body scan. They’ve been aboard long enough to have their legs under them, or to dry the wet from behind their pointy little ears, or whatever those sublimely evil little bas—Did you just gasp? Seriously? Oh! Oh! What’s with the quivering lip? Are you going to cry? Ensign Braff! Get over here! You…Ensign Tort, are dismissed. There will be no crying in my sick bay. How the hell did you enlist? You do know that it’s a crime to lie about your age. Do your parents know you’re playing doctor?”

Ensign Tort spun quickly on the tip of her toes and rushed from the room before her tears could actually cascade down her cheeks as Ensign Braff shuffled up. Braff made every effort to not show fear. To him, Hash was like a wild beast, feeding on the weak in the herd, and Braff was keen on exercising the age-old adage of he who runs fastest doesn’t get eaten.

“As I was saying,” Jon looked Braff dead in the eye. “Get those pointy-eared, evil, soul-sucking Romulans in here by this afternoon for full body scans. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“You’re not a bloody MACO, Ensign, and I’m not deaf—well, at least not until a moment ago,” Jon turned and started making his way back towards his office, glancing back over his shoulder at the zealous young man as he went. “Cut back on the sugar, Lollipop. Can’t have you bouncin’ about all a-flutter. You might slip and wind up with a boo-boo.”

Ensign Braff didn’t wait for the lieutenant to disappear behind closed doors before immediately finding his way to the table computer where he brought up the registered information pertaining to the Romulan contingent.

“I swear,” Ensign Maguire whispered at his side. “If he tries treating me like that I’ll—“

“You’ll what, Jordan?” Braff asked out of the corner of his mouth with a derisive snort to accompany it. “Tattle? He’d have a hay-day with that. The guys a beast, that’s for certain, but I hear tell that he’s a top-notch field medic. I was told that I could learn a lot from him, and I intend to.”

“Yeah,” Maguire snorted. “You can learn how to make sweet, little girls cry. That’ll get you far in Starfleet.”

“Tort can take care of herself—“

“Like just now? She took right care of herself. Ran right out of the room and is likely crying, humiliated in her quarters. I swear—“

“Yup, you’re a brave one. You were right here, Jordan, same as me, and you did nothing same as me, so don’t go puffing up your chest pretending you’d do something you won’t. Duck your head for a bit and remain innocuous. We’ll figure this beasty out, just like we did the instructors in the medical program at Starfleet. We just need some time.”

“A lot of good it will do us,” Maguire commented wryly. “Did you hear that Hash performed Captain MacTavish’s physical right there in engineering? Walked right into the room as I hear it told, and demanded that MacTavish make himself available, and the captain complied!”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Braff hissed as he thumbed in the established appointment times for each of the Romulans, setting the computer to inform them of their pending reviews. “I heard that Captain MacTavish was something of a bear himself. I’m not so sure that our mission isn’t to survive the command staff—did you see that security officer? This is like a who’s who of intergalactic boogiemen, Jordan, and you, me, Tort, everyone; we’re going to have to figure out how to survive. So, keep your nose clean, and your head down.”

“Yeah,” Maguire intoned distractedly. “Maybe I’ll put some laxative in his coffee…”

“Beggin’ for trouble…” Braff shook his head in dismay and sent off the appointment times. “Beggin’ for trouble.”

Posted on 2008-06-12 at 06:52:38.

Topic: The Embodiment
Subject: CP Points


My system works a little differently, but for the main stats and skill ranks I'm leaning towards a number close to 120. The base FUZION system is only a part of my rules. Remember, I took the best of the systems, added my own rules, and mixed until slightly juicy for FUZIONfantasy, so I wouldn't set your discoveries in the FUZION system as doctrine.

How are those character relationships coming along?


Posted on 2008-06-12 at 04:38:03.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Not necessarily.


Look at the logs. You can post ahead all you like. The beauty (and occasionally, the problem) with free form is that you're breathing life into your sections, inciting interaction amongst other players, creating your own issues, etc.

Posted on 2008-06-12 at 02:55:53.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I hope...


...the vehicle rules helped.

Posted on 2008-06-12 at 02:51:48.

Topic: The Embodiment
Subject: Done Sui.


List currently consists of Vanadia and Sui.

Yes! Please post it here.

Posted on 2008-06-11 at 20:43:11.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: I have to admit...


I had the intention of posting last night, but after posting to Cerebral Paradox I decided to watch a movie instead. I will try to get a post in before I leave for Vegas Friday.

Posted on 2008-06-11 at 20:40:52.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Residential only.


Imagine yourself currently on the outskirts of a sprawling suburb. There are likely additional bus stops throughout the stretch of suburbia, but your group fits into that area about as well as circus clowns at Mass. Doesn't matter where you get off the bus, you aren't going to fit in with Smiling Bob the Cialis guy and his Stepford Wife.

Posted on 2008-06-11 at 06:22:17.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Moving things right along now...


The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:14pm

Reverend answered his boss relatively quickly all things considered, following the other two out of the building and into the rain. By the time they reached the slate gray sidewalk, there was no sign of the others who’d passed before them, leaving the trio standing alone on the curb. The choices were simple: walk in one of the worst storms of the Spring, catch a cab, or take the bus. Sticking with tradition, Spiff waved down a robo-cab while Reverend finished up his report on his findings.

The door to the gunmetal gray and pewter vehicle swung open revealing a fairly roomy interior, all things considered. Receiving instructions from Spiff, Reverend stood outside the door and waited until they were seated comfortably, the orders given, before giving his boss a nod and closing the door to be off about his business.

The cab was piloted by a limited AI system that had the city streets mapped out in fine detail within its memory banks as well as sensors all about it to keep it from crashing. There wasn’t even the fake-looking driver as seen in holo-vids of eras past, just the charcoal gray dash that protected the computer system, and the card-swipe, electronic bank machine that was designed as part of the dash. A friendly, female voice was the only indication of human interaction from the Robo-Cab company, politely asking for their destination, music preference, and if the climate controls were comfortably set.

Night City, being what it was, had street vendors, DataTerms, and vending machines every few blocks, so it didn’t take long for Spiff to spot a Vend-a-Phone beneath the awning of a Chinese curios shop. The purchase was quick and painless, the machine accepting Spiff’s cash without reservation (though it did fuss a bit about one of the crumpled, multi-colored bills). In no time, the fixer was back inside the cab with the female voice asking the prime questions all over again.

It was a waiting game now…could Reverend deliver on a contact using Spiff’s network so they could get the weapon, and possibly the gear, Spiff was interested in? Preacher sat quietly the whole of the ride, possibly considering just that…though from his soft snore, Spiff highly doubted it.

The Mean Streets – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:45pm




Outside of The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:14pm

Guardian had to make a decision: his apartment, or some dive motel that took cash. Someplace quiet, someplace relatively safe…the dive motel won for two reasons: if the corporation was, in fact, on to them as DigitalScribe suspected, then it was likely they knew where Guardian’s apartment was, and if they didn’t, he wanted to keep it that way. So, the Red Cab went south deeper into Night City, to someplace Guardian had never been before. As a matter-of-fact, the bodyguard gave the cabbie a random destination and then spotted a likely roost along the way, stopping the vehicle and stepping into the rain once more to check for any possible trouble while Scribe paid.

A short jaunt to the motel office, nostrils filling with the odor of mildew and wet carpet, an ambiguous conversation with a rotund black woman wearing curlers and chain smoking, and the two men were fast checking into a room with a terrace view on the main floor.

“Guardian, you best be ready for just about anything,” Scribe growled irritably as he made his way to the desk and set his bag upon it. “The way those yahoos were bleating about Biotechnica will most certainly lead their bloodhounds to our trail. We’ll be lucky if they haven’t already latched onto one of the groups.”

Lifting his camera out of the bag, Scribe inspected it once more to see if Spiff had actually done it some harm. Assured that it was in good condition, he turned his attention to making phone calls, completely oblivious to Guardian’s activities.

The City Inn – South Night City – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 1:14pm




Outside of The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:30pm

The bus was the cheapest, and surest way of reaching Rancho Coronado, and it was the bus that the group quickly found themselves on—a move that resulted in more than enough space between them and the common passenger; more than one of which steadfastly refused to look in their direction. It was a long ride with many stops along the way, but it was affordable, and it kept them out of the rain, though it didn’t afford them much opportunity to chit chat.

Rancho Coronado was the beavertown of Night City. Statics bought tract housing, set up the barbeque in the back yard, parked their status symbol car in the driveway, and envied one another’s lives from behind curtained windows while stay-at-home wives slept with whomever they could get their hands on to alleviate boredom and to inadvertently give the neighborhood something to gossip about.

Bull’s Eye didn’t know whether their luck would hold, but he was seriously hoping they’d be able to find an RV within the maze of suburbia. But there was more to contend with than just the search. Neighborhoods hired security companies to patrol their streets making it safe for those stay-at-home wives to perform their trysts, sunbathe in the back yard, or gossip on street corners, and as the bus pulled up to the stop, the group wasn’t surprised so much as disappointed to see a white security sedan drifting slowly down the road ahead of them.

“There’s no way that this group is going unnoticed,” Peacekeeper muttered as she stared down the street at the obstacle they now faced.

“Those rent-a-cops are gonna be all over us the second we step foot on the pavement,” Bull’s Eye confirmed as the doors to the bus hissed with hydraulics and swung open. “What’s the plan, Croaker?”

Dover Street – Rancho Coronado – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 4:30pm

Posted on 2008-06-11 at 02:42:48.

Topic: The Embodiment
Subject: Sorry Sui...


As much as I'd like to, it appears that we're full. I will, however, be happy to place you on reserve.

Posted on 2008-06-11 at 01:52:14.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: The Trek Tools


Trek Tools are located here: http://www.rdinn.com/trek/

Just click on the ship you want to investigate and you have a bunch of links at the bottom of the page, some with fly out menus that could make it a little interesting to try and click on. I've gotten around this by right clicking and selecting "Open in a New Tab." Anyway, there's a roster to see who is who, and who the player is for that character as well as a background, department, etc., and there's a logbook where you leave notification of your activities so other posters can crosscheck your whereabouts and what else is going on aboard the ship at the time of their post. Right handy.

Posted on 2008-06-10 at 14:30:01.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: LOL


Reminds me of Shanghai Noon.

Posted on 2008-06-10 at 02:20:24.

Topic: Star Trek: Charon Staff Fulfillment
Subject: Works for me.


More than happy to accomodate.

Posted on 2008-06-09 at 21:49:47.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Glad to see it!


I was beginning to believe all the Internet rumors I started concerning creatures in Finland that eat random RPGers.

Posted on 2008-06-09 at 21:45:53.

Topic: Star Trek: Charon Staff Fulfillment
Subject: Archives/Trek Tools


Go to the Trek Tools in the Archive. Click on The Charon. You'll be taking over the role of Lt. Adam Hamilton, ship's doctor.

Posted on 2008-06-09 at 06:23:16.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I believe...


He was referring to jokes about his map, Tann. I think you can safely continue to make fun of Eol's penchant for lady's underwear.

Posted on 2008-06-09 at 06:16:49.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I'll send it when I get home.


I'v a few versions of it. Some more advanced than others.

Posted on 2008-06-08 at 01:32:09.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Tools


The flyout menu needs to be moved over Duncan so that the button underneath it can bemore easily clicked.

Cap'n Lou, I think Olan needs to make that change.

With as much as we jump around in the timeline the logbook is vital. Character bios are also very useful.

Posted on 2008-06-08 at 01:07:32.

Topic: Star Trek: Charon Staff Fulfillment
Subject: Cool!


Just put up your idea for the character here, or if you'd like, you can take over the one that's already been created.

Posted on 2008-06-07 at 22:06:06.

 


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