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Topic: Hazards
Subject: Whoa...
Very ambitious, Darren! 
16x16 would make the board double the size of a chessboard, wouldn't it? Hmmmmm.... *ponders* .... I'll have to give some more thought to this as far as initial set up of pieces, etc, before I could offer input of even marginal value, but I'd be interested in hearing/reading any thought you might have already.
Posted on 2012-10-03 at 15:05:13.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: *blink-blink-blinkity-griiiiiin*
Ow!
Posted on 2012-10-03 at 14:12:06.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Hehehe!
Nice post, Tann... I got a chuckle outta that one.
But wait... did Wolf just say "Captain" and "stupid" in the same sentence? Out loud? Over the comm?... 
Posted on 2012-10-02 at 21:15:07.
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Topic: Another Staff Member Birthday
Subject: Belated...
...but still full of love and enthusiasm... Happy Birthday, Lady Vanadia. 
Posted on 2012-10-01 at 12:51:00.
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Topic: man, I suck
Subject: Well...
...you know, I do have that weakness for redheads and whatnot. 
But, since I'm reasonably sure that Grugg is not a fuzzy, time-traveling, two-month old, I have to fall in line behind the Olan is not Grugg's father logic. 
Posted on 2012-09-28 at 17:34:41.
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Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: Coming up.
Post has gotten a little longer than I imagined it would... coming soon to a Prometheans thread near you, though.
Posted on 2012-09-28 at 12:53:54.
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Topic: man, I suck
Subject: You Tube videos???
Don't make me break out the Hello Kitty costume, gorilla-la-la mask, and roller-skates! I probably have that tutu around here somewhere, too... *rummages away*
~Oppa! RDINN Style!
Heeeeey, sexy Olan!....~
*continues rummaging whilst doing the invisible horsey dance*
Posted on 2012-09-27 at 21:23:17.
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Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: Madness, counter madness...
...Or it could be that Eol is just a figment of Reralae's imagination and is thus immune to the madness? Or is that the other way around... is Rer a figment of my imagination and, therefore, her madness an extension of my own? OMG!!! What if we're all figments of Olan's imagination?!?!?! Quick, everyone PM the webmaster so he doesn't stop imagining us!!!!
Posted on 2012-09-27 at 19:33:28.
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Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: *hugs Astrid*
Not that afraid, little one!
Quick note: For those of you that don't know, Mortsonne is off battling the RL monster and it's unsure when he'll manage to get back to us; therefore, I'll be NPCing Pinball for a bit (in hopes that Mort will overcome the vile RL beasty and return to us in due time). However, if Mort is unable to return before we get too far along my plan is to write the character out (in such a way that the player will have an opportunity to 'rejoin' at a later date - no 'final death') and, mayhaps solicit a new player/character into the lot.
Posted on 2012-09-27 at 19:27:37.
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Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: Heffalumps, woozles, does Eol confoozles?
Be afraid, Astrid-dear. Be very afraid! *winkwinknudgenudge*
Posted on 2012-09-27 at 18:24:42.
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Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: LOL
Teaser... spoiler... toiler... speaser... apples... oranges... tangeroctopus... kangarocerous... it all comes out in the wash... or saves nine... or something like that. 
Posted on 2012-09-27 at 17:25:24.
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Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: Minor spoiler?
If it helps (or even if it doesn't), if I were most of you, I wouldn't count on what's listed on your character sheets helping out much... at least to begin with. 
You'llllll seeeeeeeeee.....
MuwahhahahahahahahahahahahAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Posted on 2012-09-27 at 15:10:03.
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Topic: man, I suck
Subject: If it helps...
...I've seen most of your Paranoia players about more or less recently, so, I imagine you'll get some responses, anyway. Not sure whatever became of Kriea, though... haven't seen her logged in in ages.
Clone death?
I love that part!
And gettin' harassed by screamers, too!
Posted on 2012-09-27 at 15:07:40.
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Topic: man, I suck
Subject: Kick?
Nah... but there is this Treasure Island Foods in Chicago that I could be convinced to lock you in... there's screamin' flesh-eaters in the stockroom, you know?
Posted on 2012-09-27 at 13:20:07.
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Topic: A Sad Anniversary
Subject: And how...
...great gamer, great writer, wonderful creativity! Hard to believe that it's been a year already. 
Here's to YeOlde, Dragon Mistress, and all the other "Heroes" we've lost hereabouts. Gone but never forgotten, yes?
Posted on 2012-09-27 at 13:18:10.
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Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: Way to nab it, Celeste!
There's sixth place! 
Posted on 2012-09-27 at 13:16:19.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: No worry...
...no hurry...I mean I know what the little dude is capable of and the GM knows probably even better than I so... *shrug* was just curious, really.
Posted on 2012-09-27 at 13:14:23.
Edited on 2012-09-27 at 13:15:30 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Death in D Minor - LOL
I'll do my very best to stay on top of things, O' your Great and Powerful wickedness!
Just out of curiosity... are we waiting for Sifu and Jessy to make an appearance on Rocinante before their "character sheets" get tacked on to that thread or, since we're really not crew, does it even matter?
Posted on 2012-09-27 at 13:04:44.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: *grins*
Nice posts, there, group!
Should be a right interesting dynamic between Roc's new crew-members, passengers, and... well... Jessy. *wink*
Been down with the sickness this week but am hoping to polish off a post for Fu Sheng and have it tacked on to the thread by later today.
Posted on 2012-09-27 at 12:30:09.
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Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: LOL
Hoping to have a post up to get you all moving by the end of the day.
Posted on 2012-09-27 at 12:27:36.
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Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: Holy crap!
It's an update!!!
Posted on 2012-09-24 at 19:06:42.
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Topic: Prometheans: Genesis
Subject: Lila - Family Reunion
The MARSH: March 10, 2013 – 00:16:01 GMT
“Doctor Ashcroft?”
“Yes,” Benton replied, failing to glance up from his monitor as the door to his office opened and a younger man in eyeglasses and a crooked tie peeked in, “what is it?”
“It’s the new candidates, sir,” the other man said, taking Ashcroft’s response as an invitation to admit himself fully into the Director’s office. The door closed behind him and he made an effort to straighten his tie…
“They’re here, already?” Benton looked up from his computer’s display, now, his expression a mix of surprise and excitement.
“Uh, no, sir,” the younger man answered, “but acquisition is under way. We’ve secured the tether, already, and our teams are moving on several of the others but… Well, sir… uh….”
“Is there a problem, Patterson?” Ashcroft arched a brow as he extracted himself from his seat and abandoned the computer terminal that had had his attention for the last couple of hours.
“Not really a ‘problem,’ per se, sir,” Patterson answered, his weight shifting nervously from one foot to the other as Dr Ashcroft rounded the desk, “Just a… ummm…” he flipped open the cover to the table he carried and, after a few strokes and taps of a finger, continued; “just an interesting development regarding one of the Canadians, sir. The Acks thought it might be best for you to review the file with more scrutiny before they prepped for a typical retrieval…”
The anticipatory look on Ashcroft’s features morphed into one of curiosity as Patterson handed over the tablet. He glanced at the file that Patterson had cued up and his brows climbed higher on his forehead for an instant. “Is this, right?”
“We’re all but certain,” Patterson answered, “yes sir.
Acquisitions tied it all together as they were putting files together for the candidates and, given the girl’s… er… family ties… imagined that SOP might not be the best approach with her. They’ve suggested that, perhaps, a more personal approach might be in order, here. It would certainly save resources on the extraction and, with luck, would also minimize any, shall we say collateral damage that might result…”
Benton Ashcroft smiled, nodded, and offered the tablet back to the younger man. “Of course,” he nodded, “Good call, Patterson. I’ll see to this one personally. Have the transport prepped and inform the pilot that we’ll be headed for Abbotsford. Tell Acquisition to go ahead and dispatch the team… on stand by, only… just in case.”
“Yessir.”
“And have legal draw up some papers for me, as well,” Ashcroft added as Patterson turned to leave, “The girl’s old enough that we shouldn’t need to worry about custody issues but I want all of the bases covered just in case I run into some trouble with the family in regards to her disability stipends and the like, understood?”
“Of course, sir,” Patterson nodded, pausing in the doorway, “I notified legal before I came to see you, in fact. The papers will be awaiting you aboard the plane, sir.”
The Ashcroft Farm, North of Chilliwack, British Columbia, Canada – March 10, 2014 – 16:39:11 GMT
Lila sighed softly as she turned from the mirror, glanced out the window of her bedroom, and then let her eyes drift back to study her reflection, again. “Looks to be another glorious yawner of a day,” she smirked, eyeing the streaks of red, orange, and purple she’d just colored into her white-blonde hair before setting aside the markers she’d used for the job. She spent another few bored minutes twisting, clipping, and otherwise arranging the newly colored strips of hair before resigning to the futility of it all and reaching for her laptop. She flipped the thing open, jabbed a finger at the power button, and wheeled herself closer to the window as the computer booted up. She stared out the window while she waited and drowned out the familiar start-up sound with another heavy sigh… There was more than this out there, she knew – more than the hum-drum, day-in/day-out life that had become her existence on her relatives’ farm; more than watching out the window or from the porch as her aunt and her cousins tended to the daily operations of the place as she wiled away the hours online or in the kitchen or wheeling herself aimlessly around the place – there had to be. Especially now. Especially considering the things she’d discovered about herself in the past year or so… the things she had discovered she was capable of… the things that she was too afraid to share with what remained of her family… but what???
Her gaze had fallen, almost resentfully, to the laptop’s screen and her fingers flitted across the keyboard, bringing up her internet connection and logging herself into one of the many forums of which she was a member… and scowled as she immediately signed herself out and slammed the laptop shut… But what???… Not even her “one connection to life beyond the farm,” the one place she could find “friends” to talk to outside of her aunt or her cousins, could provide an escape from the question, it seemed… She couldn’t be Lila, she couldn’t be Aesa, she couldn’t be Shea, she couldn’t be anyone without that question haunting her; so, she was stuck being Lila, trying to find an answer…
“S#!t!” Lila grumbled, tossing the laptop onto the bed and gripping the rails on her wheelchair to spin herself toward the door, “I’m never gonna find out just sitting here. And that’s about what I’ve got… sitting here… What’s the point in even thinking abou…?” She stopped mid-turn when she caught sight of the limousine (and its SUV escorts) kicking up a spray of dirt and stone as it trundled up the drive toward the house.
“What the…?” She was accustomed to traffic coming and going, of course, but, usually it was pick-up trucks or flatbeds or some such that you’d associate with a farm. Never had it been a limo. Oh, this better not be some kind of weird answer, she thought as she finally finished her turn and wheeled toward her bedroom door, How crazy would that be?
Lila had made it as far as the kitchen when she heard the insistent knocking at the front door and her aunt’s footsteps scurrying across the wide-plank pine floors to answer it. The elder woman caught sight of her, just at the same moment she reached the door, and lifted one hand in a gesture that stopped Lila in her tracks even as the other hand turned the doorknob and she turned to greet whoever was on the other side of the door.
“Hello, Benton,” her aunt seemed almost to spit the name as she regarded the well-dressed man who waited just past the threshold, “What are you doing here?”
“Lovely to see you, as well, Madeline,” the man smiled in reply. Behind him, a tall blonde woman, as smartly dressed as Benton, and a pair of large, non-descript men in ill-fitting suits, shifted a bit uncomfortably. “Since it seems we’re to forgo the niceties and get right to the point,” Benton continued, his grey-green eyes slipping past Aunt Maddy and fixing, instead, on Lila, “I’m here for her.”
What?!?
“What?!?” Aunt Maddy blustered, blinking back and forth between her and Benton. “For Lila?...”
“What?” Lila finally managed to squeak out loud, “Me?” She was unsure whether she should be rolling herself back to her room or closer to the door or neither.
Benton smiled wider at her hesitation, it seemed, and said; “You are Lila Ashcroft, aren’t you, young lady?”
Lila managed a nod.
“…Whatever do you want with Lila,” Aunt Maddy demanded.
“I’m your Uncle Benton,” Benton finished his introduction to Lila before turning his gaze back to Madeline, “Benton Ashcroft. I’m here to take you away from all of… this…” He made a subtle gesture of dismissal to indicate the farm as a whole. “…To give you something more.”
“More what?”
“More appropriate,” Benton answered Aunt Maddy’s acid tinge question with almost as much dismissal as had been in his gesture a second ago, “Worthier of what she has to give…” his gaze ticked back to Lila, now, and he smiled brightly again, as did the blonde woman behind him, “…and a by far better place for her to be who she is than you can provide her here, Madeline.
That’s what you want, isn’t it, Lila?”
Of course it is… Of course it is…
“Of course it is,” Lila found herself nodding and smiling at the blonde woman who stood behind Uncle Benton…
Why don’t you go pack your things?
… “I’ll go pack my things.” Lila started to turn for her room…
“What?!?! Lila!”
“It’s okay, Aunt Maddy,” Lila heard herself say, “Uncle Benton’s right. You’ve been great to me and I love you all so much but… I can’t really be me here…I need to go with him…”
What? What am I…???
She heard Aunt Maddy start to protest further – and wanted to do so, herself, on some level – but the sound faded as quickly as her memory of what happened between that moment and the time she woke up in the limo, flanked by Benton and the blonde woman.
“There she is,” she heard the blonde woman chirp as she first blinked into wakefulness, “My but she’s a drowsy one, isn’t she, Dr. Ashcroft?”
“It would seem so,” Benton’s voice chuckled in reply, even as his smiling face came into focus before her, “I used to be that way as a child, myself, though. Put me in the car and I was asleep in less than five minutes…”
“I… I don’t remember falling asleep,” Lila murmured groggily, “or getting in the car, even…”
Benton and the blonde woman shared a laugh at that.
“The excitement must have gotten to you,” the blonde woman smiled, offering over a tumbler filled with ice and water, “Completely understandable, dear. It’s a rare opportunity that such a position is offered at The Project and to be the niece of the Director… well…”
Position? Project? Director?... What?
“That’s quite enough, Vanessa,” Benton said, lifting a hand to add emphasis, “The blood relation between Lila and I has no bearing on her having been accepted into the Project nor will it affect, for good or ill, the performance of the tasks set before her…”
Tasks? What tasks? What Project?
“Of course, Director,” Vanessa demurred, “I didn’t mean to imply…”
“Excuse me,” Lila said aloud, finally, “I’m sorry but…” she blinked back and forth between Benton and Vanessa, then, and tried to muster a smile, “…What the hell is going on?”
The nattily dressed paired shared a laugh, again, and, like last time, Vanessa was the first to respond.
“You really don’t drink much, do you?”
Benton raised his hand, forgoing words for a glance, and silenced the blonde woman, again. Then, as his hand fell, his grey-eyed gaze fixed on Lila. “My dear,” he smiled, “your desire to see things beyond the confines of what your life was… your want to be the something more that you are… that dream, that wish that you have been wishing, has been granted. That is what the hell is going on.”
“And that doesn’t really tell me anything,” Lila countered, her own smile faltering a bit even as she tried to mask it behind a sip of water, “What’s this Project you’re talking about… and this position I supposedly have?”
“Project: Prometheus, Lila,” Benton answered matter-of-factly, reclining now into his seat, “it’s an institute, I suppose is the best term, dedicated to helping you… and those like you… explore and develop those special gifts that you bring to the world. It’s a place where those special expressions can be shaped and shared…”
“I… I don’t have any special gifts,” Lila interrupted, “I… I…”
“Driver,” Benton sighed, rapping on the smoked glass partition behind him, “Stop the car.”
Lila felt the limo swerve and slow drastically before the sound of gravel crunching under the tires drowned out the sensation of physical movement… until the swaying lurch of the limo coming to a stop brought it rushing back.
“Dr. Ashcroft… Benton?”
“Shush!”
Benton set his tumbler down and slid over to open the door; “Lila is being direct in her questions, it’s only fair that we… that I, especially, as her uncle… be direct in our answers,” he stepped out, then, only to reappear a moment later, “I can think of no more direct way to answer than this, can you?” He reached for Lila, then, grabbed a double handful of her coat, and dragged her forcibly from the limo.
“You do have special gifts, Lila,” he grumbled at her as he hauled her away from the car, “You know it, I know it, Vanessa knows it…” Several meters from the roadside, Benton dropped her roughly to the ground, “…a whole world of people know it.
Now. Show me. Get up.”
“F*^# you,” Lila spat, supporting herself on her hands and glowering up at Benton, “Uncle Benton! What the hell is wrong with you, anyway?!?!”
“Oh, stop blatting and pretending and get up.”
“I can’t, you bastard!”
“You can, you bitch,” Benton grinned in reply, “and we’ll stay right here until you stop hiding and show me. Now. Get. Up.”
Lila growled and offered her uncle a venomous glare…
“No more hiding, Lila,” he said softly, “no more pretending that you’re not who and what you are… Show me.”
No more hiding….
Lila bowed her head, drew in a long, slow breath and, when she let it out, there was a sound as if a wooden match had been struck. Flames from that phantom match ignited near Lila’s waist and danced as they grew, burning brighter and hotter. The dancing flames became tendrils of living fire that spiraled downward, encasing Lila’s legs and lifting her from the ground all at once. “There,” she snapped, looking down at Uncle Benton now from where she stood on the infernal cyclone that encased her lower half, “Is that what you want?!”
“It’s a start,” Benton smiled…
Posted on 2012-09-24 at 19:05:24.
Edited on 2012-09-24 at 22:45:14 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: MA2
Subject: Lurk, lurk, lurk
Heya, Takely... Took the liberty of 'listifying' your mutations post (had trouble reading it as it was and figured some bullets might help the rest of your potential players make their way through them a bit easier). *winks*
Also... Yay for Gamma World, right?
Posted on 2012-09-20 at 15:01:39.
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Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: Oops...
Did I say "inanimate objects"?
I meant "Eol"! 
Posted on 2012-09-19 at 17:49:24.
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Topic: Avast, mateys!
Subject: Avast ye scurvy scallawags!
Ever' day be talk like a pirate day fer some o' us, aye? Th' vernacul'r o' the sea be in our blood like brine an' rum an' sech, innit, then, me lovelies?
It be a fine thing hearin' th' rest o' ye swabs conversin' proper-like, though! 
Posted on 2012-09-19 at 14:45:27.
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