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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: I keep telling you; this is not a mask!
^ Has a Supergirl costume planned for Halloween
< Is a Halloweeny
V Stole my mustard
Posted on 2009-08-31 at 16:08:03.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: Oh wow...
...it spits out the contents of Sharpe's car after a stakeout.
I feed it a bag of meow mix, a red swingline stapler, and Jennifer Aniston.
Posted on 2009-08-31 at 16:05:40.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: I like to fall up! :)
And Sideways
Posted on 2009-08-31 at 16:04:03.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Spiffalicious!
Like the first bit, a lot... No wonder Smoke and Alex hit it off. 
You can feel free to post anything about Ellgawen and her past incarnations here, too, Meri... don't be afeered of cluttering this up.. that's what it's here for don't ya know?
I may even tack some Alex background up here and there at points... Ever wondered about exactly what his recurring nightmares are like? Stay tuned... You're liable to find out.
Posted on 2009-08-31 at 04:17:41.
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Topic: hey guys
Subject: Welcome indeed!
Always nice to see new folks showing up. 
Welcome to Innmateitude!
Posted on 2009-08-31 at 02:26:22.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: 10-Q!!!
There's one back... alms for the Disturbed One's you know.
That particular tune kind of calls up Alex's "state of mind" at the point in his life immediately following the murder of his wife and the time following in which he took up active practicing of the Craft and started getting a bit of "retributuion" from the Azazelites... and... sort of what drives and haunts him, now!
> Bloop! End point of reference trivia!
Posted on 2009-08-30 at 22:39:22.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Oh... Not recruiting just yet... Sorry.
Ooof! Guess I should have mentioned that we're not really recruiting at this time... this is more of a collaborative storytelling thing as opposed to a "game," really, and we've just barely started the groundwork... not 100% sure exactly where the story's going to take us, as it were...
Now, that's not to say that we'll never search for new characters to join in but, at this point in time, we're still just kind of "toeing the water" and would like to get something solid in the pot before we determine what sort of characters we might need to put an actual character behind... or something like that...  In my mind we're not going to be looking for a huge amount of "gifted" types along the way (though that could change depending on where the story goes) and may likely need some "mudane" characters before we intro anymore "gifted" (For instance, I foresee Joe Kelly needing a player at some point but, at first, any other "gifted" characters that come into play are going to be "bad guys" or "bit players").
Keep checking back, though. Like I said, if this things takes off, we may just need some players to jump in and jive things up.
My apologies for any misunderstandings.
Posted on 2009-08-30 at 19:20:30.
Edited on 2009-08-30 at 19:28:06 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: The Cast
Eol - Alex Sharpe: Wicce Private Investigator (former detective sgt with Chicago PD)... I wonder why.
Merideth - Ellgawen/"Smoke": A bast with several lives behind her already... Alex's roommate and best friend... or Alex is Smoke's human depending on how you look at it.
Nimu - Penelope Rosa (???): Xanu... Nimu's still tweaking... we'll update for you lurkers later.
Reralae - Janelle "Rosetta" Hirta: An "odd one"... gifted like crazy but sort of unawakened, you know? Alex bailed her out of a rough spot at one point (or was it the other way around?)... in the few short months they've known each other, Alex has developed something of a big brother complex for the strange little lady he calls "Rosie".
Posted on 2009-08-30 at 16:33:57.
Edited on 2009-09-03 at 19:48:07 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Stare into the Night Q&A
The Night - Disturbed
WHAT HAS COME OVER ME?
WHAT MADNESS TAKEN HOLD OF MY HEART?
TO RUN AWAY, THE ONLY ANSWER
PULLING ME AWAY, TO FALL UPON (THE NIGHT)
THE SOURCE OF MY RECOVERY
SWEET SHADOW TAKING HOLD OF THE LIGHT
ANOTHER DAY, HAS BEEN DEVOURED
CALLING ME AWAY, BEGGING A QUESTION, WHY?
FOR SAVING ME FROM ALL THEY’VE TAKEN
LETTING MY ARMOR FALL AGAIN
GIVING ME THE STRENGTH TO FACE THEM
FEELING IT TAKING OVER
NOW, ON A PATH TO TAKE IT ALL AWAY
THERE CAN BE NO BETTER WAY OF KNOWING
IN A WORLD BEYOND CONTROLLING
ARE YOU GOING TO DENY THE SAVIOR IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES?
STARE INTO THE NIGHT
POWER BEYOND CONTAINING,
ARE YOU GOING TO REMAIN A SLAVE FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE?
GIVE INTO THE NIGHT
THIS SELF DISCOVERY
REDEMPTION TAKING HOLD OF MY MIND
A SERENADE OF HAUNTING VOICES
CALLING ME AWAY, TO FEAST UPON (THE NIGHT)
THE SOURCE OF MY FELICITY
DARK MAIDEN TAKING HOLD OF MY HAND
LEAD ME AWAY FROM HIBERNATION
STRONG AND UNAFRAID, NEVER A QUESTION WHY
FOR SAVING ME FROM ALL THEY’VE TAKEN
LETTING MY ARMOR FALL AGAIN
GIVING ME THE STRENGTH TO FACE THEM
FEELING IT TAKING OVER
NOW, ON A PATH TO TAKE IT ALL AWAY
THERE CAN BE NO BETTER WAY OF KNOWING
IN A WORLD BEYOND CONTROLLING
ARE YOU GOING TO DENY THE SAVIOR IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES?
STARE INTO THE NIGHT
POWER BEYOND CONTAINING,
ARE YOU GOING TO REMAIN A SLAVE FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE?
GIVE INTO THE NIGHT
Seems somehow appropriate to the genre... *shrugs*
This is the Q&A... nuff said.
Posted on 2009-08-30 at 16:21:44.
Edited on 2009-09-01 at 22:31:21 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Straight On Til Morning Q&A
Subject: Great posts...
...so far, folks. Love 'em!
Probably going to be a slow couple of days for this one with Ayrn and Loki being away for a bit. No worries, of course, I'll move us forward once we've got player posts getting you all to Bazran's office... and I may throw something in before that as well...  ...ya just never know.
Posted on 2009-08-30 at 15:56:15.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Sharpe Eye Investigations: 3:00 a.m.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The knocking on the door sounded again. Louder this time, more insistent and urgent, each rap on the door practically rattling the glass and shaking tiny peals from the string of cheap, tin bells that hung from the jamb above. That was the fifth time in as many minutes. Alex Sharpe, rudely roused from the sleep he'd finally managed to slip into only an hour ago, grumbled incoherently under his breath and squinted at the almost too bright glow of the digital clock on his nightstand. "Three o'clock," he groused, "what the hell?! Come back in the morning!"
BANG! BANG! BANG!
A disgruntled sigh exploded past his lips as he rolled over, taking his eyes off the blurred numbers on the clock, and stuffed his head under a pillow. "Tomorrow," he barked, his voice muffled by the pillow, "Come back tomorrow!"
Will you please answer the door? That incessant banging is ruining my nap!
"It's three o'clock, Smoke," Alex muttered from beneath the pillow, "Sign on the door says closed. Whoever it is can come back at eight and I'll be glad to talk to 'em. Right now, I want sleep."
And so do I. Answer the door, Alex. I doubt that whoever it is will be going away anytime soon.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The next expletive that spat past Alex's lips was, thankfully, muffled quite soundly by the pillow. The next moment, Alex tossed the pillow aside and reluctantly swung his legs over the side of the bed. He squinted through the darkness at the dresser drawer where the bast made her bed; "Happy?"
That you can sit up? Smoke grumbled in reply. Not terribly. Surprised, perhaps, given the amount of scotch you drank last night, but hardly happy. It is three in the morning, after all.
"Noticed that, did ya," Alex huffed, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes to ease the over-tired itch before snatching his pistol and a cigarette from the nightstand. Forcing himself off the edge of the bed, he poked the cigarette into one corner of his mouth and checked the pistol's load before snugging it into the waistband of the jeans he hadn't managed to take off before passing out. "Your grasp of the obvious never ceases to amaze me, sweetheart."
The cat snickered a bit and nestled deeper into the unfolded t-shirts but, otherwise, made no reply.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Oh for the love of..." Alex snapped as he trudged across the floor and lit the cigarette dangling from his lips, "I'm comin' already! Keep your shirt on!"
Speaking of putting on a shirt...
"Hey," he smirked, exhaling a jet of smoke as his bare feet found the stairs leading down into the shop, "If people wanna see me fully dressed they should stop by during regular hours."
Another sleepy chuckle was the only reply Alex received from the bast. The door, however, clattered again in the face of the persistent knocking. Halfway down the steps, Alex tugged the gun from the waistband of his pants and, not slowing his progress, stooped over a bit to peer through the darkened array of bookshelves and other furnishings in the shop to get a glimpse of who might be trying to knock the door from it's hinges. There were three of them as far as he could tell from his current vantage point. One was a large, somewhat imposing figure wearing what appeared to be a gray, woolen overcoat... he couldn't make out much more from here... and the other two were attired in the all too familiar uniform of the Chicago Police Department.
"Sh!^," Alex muttered as he reached the bottom of the staircase and, squinting his already bleary eyes in anticipation, reached out to flip on the lights, "What's this gonna be about?" Another sigh blew past his lips, along with another roiling cloud of cigarette smoke, as he stopped to flick the ashes of his smoke into the ashtray on his desk before continuing to the door. The knocking had stopped abruptly when the lights had come on so the PI figured he'd be spared another booming barrage of clattering glass and tinkling bells for at least that long. He considered a snort from the flask of scotch that still topped the mess of case files he'd abandoned on his desk some hours ago but, given the fact that it was obviously the police at the door, thought better of it... for now.
"Probably a good thing," Alex muttered to himself as he came into full view of the front door and got a better look at the detective whom the two uniforms were flanking... large an imposing, he smirked inwardly at his original assessment as the now unobstructed view of the detective at the door brought about recognition in his mind, the more things change, the more they stay the same, huh? Joe Kelly had always been "large and imposing" even when he and Alex had been partners on the force...
"Shoulda known from the way he was beatin' down the door," Alex chuckled softly, snugging the 9mm back into his jeans as he reached the door and, nodding to Joe through the glass, set about opening the various locks.
"Hey, Alex," Joe nodded as his former partner pulled the door open and glanced questioningly at the two uniforms before meeting his gaze, "I was about to give up."
"No you weren't," Sharpe replied, "I worked with you for six years, Joe. I know that knock doesn't go away until you've woken the whole neighborhood."
"Got a minute?"
Alex took in Joe's flat, mirthless smile, then flicked another uncertain glance at the two patrolmen behind Detective Kelly; "For what?"
Joe's beefy hand came out of the pocket of his overcoat clutching a blackened and partially melted necklace from which dangled what used to be an ornate, white gold medallion in the shape of an inverted pentacle with a bloodstone set at its center. "For this," the detective stated. "Got a minute, Alex?"
Alex nearly choked on his latest lungful of smoke. An Azazelite pendant. Christ!
((OOC: Go anywhere you like with this, ladies. Or with something all together different... up to you... ))
Posted on 2009-08-30 at 15:36:43.
Edited on 2016-03-05 at 15:07:13 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Withcraft: Stare into the Night
This game is rated RDI MA for some language, potential scenes of horror violence and gore, and such. Not a recommended read for our younger Innmates. Twilight we ain't!
Posted on 2009-08-30 at 15:34:44.
Edited on 2009-10-02 at 18:37:17 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Ayrn's Away
Subject: Don't do it, Sonny!
"I'm Eol Fefalas and I approve this message...er...absence."
Sincerely,
Grugg's Momma
Posted on 2009-08-29 at 03:39:59.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: LOL
...dipped in wasabi...
(Way to ressurrect a sleeping thread Meri )
Posted on 2009-08-28 at 14:38:44.
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Topic: Freedom's Price Q&A
Subject: For the record...
...Dash had nothing to do with what happened to the band... he was busy gettin' shot full o' gorram holes! 
Oh... wait... that's why everybody came tearing off in the mule to begin with, ain't it? 
Posted on 2009-08-27 at 19:25:07.
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Topic: Ayrn's Away
Subject: No worries...
...take it easy and try to enjoy your time away.
SotM will be here when you get back.
Posted on 2009-08-27 at 11:23:34.
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Topic: Straight On Til Morning Q&A
Subject: Being an early riser...
...is not required.
No worries. I don't think I even established a posting requirement for this game anywhere, to be honest. Once a week would be great but I'm not gonna get all pushy about it.
Posted on 2009-08-26 at 12:38:38.
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Topic: Straight On Til Morning Q&A
Subject: Mo' answers.
Sidearms? Most likely personal sidearms would be tolerated (especially given that Tawny currently serves aboard a starship bearing an SOJ (Sons Of Jove) identifier). Typical sidearms might include any standard/modern day projectile (.45s, 9mms, .38s, etc) up to a laser, particle, or plasma pistol.
Yes, given that Tawny tried to pick Lucius' pocket and he sent her to school as opposed to prison, she most likely knew him... and probably even heard from him on occassion (birthdays, graduations, etc) just like a "regular uncle".
Posted on 2009-08-26 at 02:15:41.
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Topic: Freedom's Price Q&A
Subject: Interruption from a lurker...
Sorry for the intrusion, folks but, y'know, I just can't ignore a conversation that involves rifles.
If it's something fearsome and bad@$$ that you're looking for, may I suggest the 'Verse equivalent of the Barrets 98 Bravo? Dig it!!!
I get all goose-bumpy and chicken-skinnedy just thinkin' about it!
Posted on 2009-08-25 at 19:01:58.
Edited on 2009-08-25 at 19:02:40 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: a random topic
Subject: Speaking of random
Once upon a time, long, long ago, there was a prince.
He was born. He lived. He died.
And they lived happily ever after.
The End.
> Bloop! End "Uncle Run With Scissors Pointless Fairy Tale Theater". 
Posted on 2009-08-25 at 13:02:20.
Edited on 2009-08-25 at 13:02:44 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Well, look who the cat dragged in
Subject: Yeah...well...you know...
...me and my excuses.
I'm such a flake that even Tegrin can't fix me.
Posted on 2009-08-25 at 12:53:30.
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Topic: Loaded Dice#8: All aboard!
Subject: My favorite line...
...in this one has to be "Dude, we get it. We need shelter or we'll die!"
Being on the verbose, over-descriptive side myself I can always appreciate a good "Oh! Come on and tell us we're screwed already" reference.
Sure, I can use "verbose" in a sentence, I just can't spell it correctly the first time. 
Posted on 2009-08-24 at 18:43:47.
Edited on 2009-08-24 at 18:47:44 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Straight On Til Morning Q&A
Subject: Aaaaand UPDATES!
Okay, gang, the prelude has been wrapped up and each of you should have received a PM from me regarding the message that your character received from Quentin Bazran - if I missed anyone, let me know... pretty sure I got all of you though.
As I said at the end of my game update feel free to post anything you like in regards to receiving the message, preparing for your trip (or even during your trip) to Ganymede... If any of you have any questions, comments, or concerns, post 'em here or flood my inbox.
Posted on 2009-08-24 at 16:23:30.
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Topic: Prometheus Rising: Straight On Til Morning
Subject: Prelude Pt II: Introductions
Bazran, Grey, and Associates; Gilgamesh City, Ganymede
BrraddaBUMP! BrraddaBUMP! BrraddaBUMP!
Absently drumming his fingers on the smooth, high-gloss resin-topped desk, Quentin stared blankly at the monitor for a long while as if he were somehow hypnotized by the slowly pulsing icon that represented the file he had recently requested from Bambi. Hypnotized, he debated, or maybe hesitant – as if not opening the file would somehow negate the facts and he would wake tomorrow morning to find that Lucius wasn’t dead after all.
The thought was folly, of course, and, as an attorney, Quentin knew that the facts were facts and, regardless of how his mind tried to spin and refute them, those facts remained as they were… Lucius Blicker was dead and the file containing the man’s last will and testament had to be opened and executed. “Otherwise, my dear friend,” Quentin sighed heavily, finally goading his fingers to ignore the protesting of his heart and input the access code, “all of your work and all the notoriety you gained as a result will have been for naught, won’t it?”
The icon flared brightly as it compiled its relevant data from several encrypted and, Bazran was sure, secret LaserNet nodes. His eyes flicked repeatedly… nervously… almost conspiratorially from the display screen to his office doors and back again as the data cobbled itself together from the disparate nodes and congealed on his monitor. Bazran almost laughed in spite of himself, recalling countless conversations with Lucius over the years - in this office and elsewhere - which had prompted his eyes to flit about in that paranoid dance. Now, even with Lucius gone, Quentin found himself worried that someone, somehow, might see or read something in the file just as he used to worry that someone, somehow, might have overheard one of their hushed conversations in years gone by…
“Hello, Quentin!”
Bazran tensed at the sound of the voice, the self-mocking chuckle dying in his throat before he realized that Lucius’ greeting had issued from a vid-file that his late friend had apparently appended to the will. Quentin’s wistful gaze returned to the monitor and took in Lucius’ smiling visage. “Hello, Lucius,” he nodded in a reply that would never be heard.
“I suppose,” the recording continued, smiling at Quentin from the ether, “that since you’re viewing this, now, it means that the worst has happened and that it’s time to put this whole thing into the hands of those best suited to handle what lies ahead.
I know that you had your misgivings about this project from the beginning, old friend. However, as I’ve told you in the past, and will reiterate this one last time, the parts you and I have played in this cosmic game will amount to nothing when compared to the roles that my heirs will play. These,” the recorded Lucius beamed as a series of images expanded around the vid-frame, “are those heirs. My nieces and nephews, if you will…”
Nieces and nephews? Quentin arched a brow and allowed himself another chuckle as the half-dozen pictures resolved into clarity.
“I’ve only mentioned each of them to you in passing before, Quentin,” the recording continued, “and, for reasons of which you are well aware, have done everything in my power to keep their identities secret from not only you but from every and anyone else, as well. With developments being what they are, though, it is certainly time for you to be introduced.”
One of the images spun to the forefront of the display. A dark-haired young hopper, his tresses dreadlocked and pulled loosely back from his face, stared back at Quentin with a pair of piercing blue eyes and a self-assured smirk that bordered on cocky. “William Bishop,” Lucius’ voice stated, “though he preferred to be called Billy when last I spoke with him. He’s quite the pilot, Quentin. The conversations I’ve had with him would lead one to believe that he prefers to look at life through the canopy of a starship as opposed to any other vantage point.”
“He looks more the pirate than the pilot,” Bazran scoffed, “Does he see promise or plunder through those canopies, I wonder?”
“I know what you’re thinking, my friend,” Lucius’ recording continued, “and I can assure you that, while Billy may look a bit rough and tumble, he’s far from what appearances might indicate.” Quentin’s inward chuckle burst past his lips when his friend’s voice added; “Well… maybe not too far… but I’m sure that will prove to be a good thing, as well.”
“At any rate,” the recording said as Bishop’s image whirled back to its original spot, “you’ll likely have the hardest time locating this one. He’s likely flying escort for a colonization caravan or some such. I’ve provided the last vid-phone link and e-mail account I had for him in this file.”
The next image to zoom to the forefront was of a rather curious looking female. Given the skin-tone, underlying facial structure, and silken black hair, it was obvious that the girl was of Asian descent but, for whatever reason, it seemed the young woman had tried to side-step her genetic heritage to some degree by opting for some peculiar cosmetic enhancements. The golden eyes that blinked back at Quentin from the display were distinctly feline in appearance… in fact, the girl seemed to have spent a decent sum on cosmetic cybernetic tweaks to make herself appear more cat-like, from delicate subtleties such as minor bone structure changes to less subtle additions like the cat ears and whiskers. Bazran couldn’t help but grin after overcoming his initial stunned reaction; “Anime,” he snickered, “Even after all these centuries, its allure to the young and young-at-heart hasn’t abated in the least.”
“Cherri Zheng,” Lucius’ voice introduced the curiously lovely young lady, “is probably the best cybernaut and noderunner I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. She’s far from your typical menome, as I’m sure you can tell by looking. Just wait until you meet her, though, Quentin. Her looks aren’t nearly the surprise that her intelligence, creativity, and skills with computers and technology are concerned. If anyone will appreciate the true value of this… er… inheritance, I suppose is the proper term… it will be this dear little kitten.
She freelances quite a bit, I know, but can always be reached via the Fujiwara/Aoki nodes on the LaserNet. She spends quite a bit of time assisting in development of Decadonia, you see. In fact, I’ve included a special program for you to load in the VR nodes that should ensure that she is properly notified.” That last remark was suitably punctuated as Cherri’s imaged spun away to the background again by what Quentin had always called Lucius’ ‘playful grin.’
“Tawny LeVelle,” the recorded Lucius intoned as the next image expanded to provide Bazran with a better look at the woman with platinum-blonde hair and golden eyes. “This one actually tried to pick my pocket many years ago and almost made off with the circuit diagrams and technical specifications that I’d been working on in order to be able to patch that computer into the Angel’s existing architecture. She had stars in her eyes then, my friend, so I decided why not make sure that they stayed there? Rather than turn her over to the authorities I sent her to school and, wouldn’t you know it, she’s become quite a fantastic navigator. She’s posted on the SOJ Gerrit Smith I believe. I’m sure you’ll be able to locate her with no difficulty.”
Tawny’s picture minimized, then, and was quickly replaced by one of a dark-haired, copper-skinned little woman with enormous eyes.
A peeper? Bazran’s eyes widened to nearly the size of the woman’s who gazed back at him. “So you weren’t kidding about that little stint in Valhalla.”
“I told you I wasn’t kidding about that little stint in Valhalla,” Lucius chuckled from behind the maximized image. “This is Maru Nenna, the Astronomer I mentioned too you on more than one drunken occasion. You’ll find her, of course, at the Pluto DSO so I recommend you contact her as soon as possible. Being a peeper, as you call them, Maru’s got a rather unique view of the universe, Quentin. Unlike most peeper’s, though, Maru’s unique perspective is even more so given the fact that she’s deeply rooted in the metaphysics of Mayan culture and even more intricate given that she’s a rather gifted sensitive.”
“Wow,” was all Bazran could manage to mutter in response.
“If this all goes where I’m hoping it will, my friend,” Lucius grinned as Maru’s image shrank back, “little Maru will be integral to the success of this group.”
The next image to expand into precedence on the display was that of a lovely red-haired woman with intriguing lavender eyes. “Oh,” Bazran noted almost breathlessly, “most definitely an Earther.”
“Dr. Elizabeth Morgan-Wellington,” Lucius stated.
“Wait,” Bazran blinked, “Morgan-Wellington?!”
“Yes, Quentin,” the recorded Lucius chuffed, having anticipated his friend’s reaction to the name, “of the Morgan-Wellingtons.
Rowan, as she prefers to be addressed, is currently a surgeon at the Lewis-Gale Medical Center on Earth. Beyond her medical expertise and despite the fact that you believe all of those born into wealth are dilettantes, one and all, this young lady will be useful in that, much like myself, she’s had a lifelong flirtation with xeno-archaeology that may prove as useful as her vocational abilities.”
Rowan’s image wheeled away to be replaced by that of a face that Quentin Bazran (or anyone else in the Sol system, for that matter) was more that familiar with – the stunning good looks, sandy-blonde hair, and limpid blue eyes were unmistakable as one of the countless iterations of the clone model known collectively as Kens.
“And this, of course, is Ken,” Lucius Blicker’s pre-recorded introductions sounded as if they were coming to an end with this final, rather surprising addition, “Ken 13976, to be precise. If you recall, Quentin, Ken was one of my favorite fighters at The Arena – I’m still not sure exactly why… perhaps because it’s not a profession in which one might typically find a Ken… maybe it’s that and everything else that makes him so non-Ken-like… who can say for sure, eh? At any rate, Ken will be easy enough to find. I arranged for him to “escape” from his Coalition “owners” towards the end of the war and, since that time, he’s been the host of Ken’s Kosmic Kicks on the Fit-Casts. The show is recorded at a studio on Callisto; Asgard City, I believe.
It may take some convincing to get him to accept the entirety of his inheritance, I’m afraid. The last I saw of him he seemed quite content in the monotony and routine of a “normal life” and it may take some talking to convince him to leave his routine behind to take up a new career aboard a starship but his abilities will, I fear, be more than a necessity for the rest of the crew’s security… They called him Odd-Ball in the Arena but I wonder if they knew just how appropriate that moniker was…”
“Quite the collection of heirs you’ve assembled, Lucius,” Bazran laughed as Ken’s image spun back to join the others, “Why am I surprised that you didn’t include a Europan or perhaps a Mauler to round things out?”
“At any rate,” Lucius sighed, “the rest of my will, as you know, is the standard fare which, I have no doubt, you’ll be able to handle with no problems. It’s the inheritance that I’m leaving these six that is the most important and, just as important, my dear old friend, is that they all accept it and leave their current lives behind. If they don’t I fear that all the years of work and research I’ve put into all of this will have been for nothing and, if I’ve been accurate in where I believe this will all lead, none of us in the Sol system – in the universe - can afford to have it in any other hands.
I suppose,” Lucius smiled brightly at Bazran from the vid-frame, “that given the circumstances this is the last you’ll be hearing from me, Quentin. So, let me express my thanks for everything… you’ve been more than just my lawyer over these many years… you’ve been my closest friend and confidante, as well, and that is something that not even the pittances I’ve left for you in these rambling legal documents can repay. It has been my extreme pleasure and honor to call you friend, Quentin Bazran. Farewell.”
“Farewell, Lucius,” Bazran sighed sadly as the vid-frame faded to black and the small images of Blicker’s heirs collapsed back into their origin file. “I still don’t completely understand what the Angel has to do with all of this, my friend, but, as always, I’ll follow your lead and be prepared for whatever might come of it.”
His fingers flitted over the console for a while, composing e-mails and dictating vid-phone messages that would need to be transmitted to the appropriate parties as well as readying the documentation that would be needed to satisfy probate. When he was finished, he packaged up the applicable files and forwarded them to his assistant before paging her on the comm.
“Yes, Mr. Bazran,” Bambi’s voice acknowledged from the comms speaker, “What can I do for you?”
“I’ve just sent you the files regarding Mr Blicker’s will, Bambi,” Bazran replied, “Please see to it that the six people I’ve highlighted receive their notifications post haste. Special instructions, if any, are included with the individual dossiers. Also, should any of them require it, please make arrangements for transportation from wherever you may find them to Ganymede.”
“Right away, sir.”
((OOC: Here ends the Prelude to our little soirée, folks… Each of your characters will be receiving a message of some sort notifying you of Uncle Lucius’ passing and of your inclusion in the will. I’ll be PMing each of you in regards to your particular message (it’s form of arrival, it’s content, etc) shortly… while all of the messages are fairly similar there are minor customizations to each one that make a generalized “you all receive a message stating blahblahblah” post kind of dull… Once you’ve received a PM from me regarding your indivuidual message, please feel free to post your receipt of it and anything else up to your character’s trip to Ganymede that you see fit… Coming soon: Chapter 1: The Inheritance))
Posted on 2009-08-24 at 15:43:26.
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Topic: Straight On Til Morning Q&A
Subject: Answers
In my estimation, yes, Rowan would likely be a bonafide doctor... at least graduated medical school and through internship.
You'll be attending the reading of the will on Ganymeade... Bazran, Grey, and Associates is in Gilgamesh City and you'll all be meeting there. If Tawny is on Ganymede, she's close enough to already be there. Ken is currently shooting "Ken's Kosmic Kicks" - a health/fitness/self-defense sort of show - on Callisto. Since Callisto is also in the Jovian System, he is also very close... Just a moon or so away. Rowan being on Earth puts her roughly four days to a week from Ganymede (the girl's got cash, though, so I'm betting she can find a ride that'll get her there in three). Maru is the farthest away at the DSO on Pluto... she's a week plus out from Ganymede on the easy side. Not 100% sure where Billy might be, but within a week or so - barring any complications - you should all be able to get to the reading of the will.
Posted on 2009-08-23 at 21:00:08.
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