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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Hello?
Re-read my post, Tann - I alluded to your suggestion in my post by suggesting Tess talk amongst the passengers. Was I too subtle?
In any event, Bromern has suggested a different course of action,and I'd suggest that it is easier to hash out details here then in gameplay. So,with the idea of rigging explosives in rocinante, I'd suggest that there are only so many ways to board the ship, so we bury the explosives in the ground around those points.
And I also want to suggest more on John and the algorithm, but it can't come from Willow - we have John broadcast that he's cacked the algorithm, and he could do one of two things - blow the devices of anyone who approaches Rocinante, or simply disable allof them. Maybe the mercswill have a discipline issue if they no longer have a compelling reason to obey.
Remember, we don't have to beat these guys - just hold them off until the real rescue arrives.
Posted on 2014-01-12 at 21:28:02.
Edited on 2014-01-12 at 21:41:35 by Vanadia
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Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: Angela Unbound
Angela closed her eyes at Grace’s words, relief washing away much of the pain that had been pounding behind her eyes. There was still a tight knot of fear, one she couldn’t explain, but then again, what about her life could Angela actually explain?
“Now Ang, if ya’ll want to come into resupply with Catie and I, yer more than welcome. Though it might’n be a good idea to do a little journalin’? If Catie could be so kind as to be fixin’ breakfast for the both of us early, I’ll be waiting outside yer door with a tray after yer mornin’ rituals. Give us a chance to debrief before we see to our new passengers. No orders, just girl talk. Sound good?” offered Tess.
“I’d like that,” Angela responded,” this morning was rather, uh, bewildering. Maybe havin’ someone show me around in the morning would be easier on me. I would like to go out shopping with you,” she continued, her face lighting up,” and I can make my notes while you figure out a list. Unless Grace needs me to do anything.”
“Why don’t you go with Quing Ting? I am going to go research this ‘Ms. Fairchild’ that the Captain mentioned. See if I can figure out why someone like Badger would be interested in playing courier for her. That will keep you busy.” said Grace.
Angela nodded and hauled the notebook out of her messenger bag, tucking one leg up under the other as she bent over the book, making neat, tiny letters with a stub of a pencil she also dug out of the bag. She’d pause briefly, thinking, while watching Tess and Catie review the pantry and discussing supplies, and occasionally interjected a suggestion, usually something highly caffeinated, incredibly sweet, or both.
At the market, Angela looked around like a child experiencing Christmas for the first time, her head swiveling back and forth to take it all in. She wrinkled her nose at some smells, inhaled deeply at others, and would have happily touched everything within reach if she hadn’t seen Tess’ warning headshake. She rolled her shoulders, putting on an innocent “I wasn’t gonna touch it, I was just looking” expression, but put her hands in her pockets as she followed the two women around.
Watching Catie haggle was a marvel – Angela had no idea what anything was worth, but she saw the slight tension in Catie’s shoulders when she spotted something she wanted and also saw the chagrin on the merchants’ faces when they realized the deal they’d struck. Everything in between was like a dance, and Angela could have watched it all day.
All too soon, the credits were spent and the three women were loaded down with supplies. On the way back to the ship, Catie gave a laugh, "Now I can say with certainty that turned out well. Though, I have to give credit to that manager for trying to get an extra on that order."
“That was quite the dance, “Angela agreed with a smile,” though sometimes it doesn’t hurt to let them win…just a little. Makes them feel better later, when they realize what they’ve given away.”
When they reached the galley, Jon was there, eating a meal, and he asked them to stick remain while calling the rest of the crew to join them. Angela continued handing items to Tess (since she didn’t know where anything belonged), but the knot of fear had returned. She was able to keep her hands from shaking, but she reviewed in her mind the layout of the ship in case she needed to bolt.
Jon paced while he waited for everyone to arrive, and that put Angela even more on edge … the back of her head and spine tingling as if anticipating a blow. With the groceries put away, she sat up against a wall, watching Jon with a neutral expression.
“ This job doesn’t as good as it could and we need to go over a few things, “ Jon began, and his voiced faded uncertainly before he continued more strongly, “ Just in case something happens I wanted to be sure you all knew the Tess is in charge if I ain’t around. If’n we both aren’t around then it’s Grace’s boat, you go to her and she’ll figure things out.”
“I ain’t saying anything will happen… but … well… things don’t always go right and some of you are new and I.. just.. want to be sure you knew.” Jon fidgeted a little and blew out short breath, “Ok, enough of that.” He turned to Angela who blinked and sat up straighter, just a hint of a tremor shaking her hair, “You done real good for us today, I need to thank you for helping me when Badger had me stuck. You got us about the best we could hope for out of that man….I’m glad you’re here. You may surprise me from time to time but you don’t need to worry about upsetting me…I’ll let you know up front and honest if I’m not happy…and for now I’m happy.”
He turned back to the crew but Angela didn’t hear most of what he said. She was just so relieved that she was shaking with reaction. She looked down at her hands and blinked back tears, but knew she had to pay attention. She scrubbed at her face quickly, sniffling, but coughed a little as if it was dust bothering her.
“Ok, I don’t need to do all the talk’n,” Jon finished.” Tess, Grace , J.C. what you all find out today?”
Posted on 2014-01-12 at 02:52:47.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Chipping away ice from the keyboard
Willow listened quietly as everyone listened to Wyatt's plan and provided their contributions. Her conversation with Matherson has both bothered her and reassured her - he seemed disturbed by the implications of the devices he was transporting, so perhaps he wasn't heartless. She toyed with a cup of miso and waited for a moment to speak up.
"Whatever game Matherson may be playing, it is not with us - he was clearly shocked by the news about the engine - that was too genuine and he was unsuccessful at masking it. So, at the least, he is not our mole, and I hope he'll be successful at finding out more. Tess, see if when you get there, you can coordinate your efforts with him. Perhaps," she tilted her head towards the big mechanic,"hinting around the passengers about the case being hidden on the ship and then watching to see who tries to slip back this way."
"I am a little surprised, Captain," she continued, tilting her head and smiling slightly to remove any sting of an implied rebuke," that we would go to such effort to set up multiple hiding places for the case before we'd found a way to send the misdirection to our quarry. In any event, I think we have a couple of options - thanks to John, we know a frequency they are using, and can hear them. We could "accidentally " send a transmission on that frequency, supposedly from Asher to us letting us know he was successful in finding a hiding place, but that may cause them to change the frequency immediately and losing us this new advantage.
The other one is to use the helmets from our earlier guests. We've set them aside, and we likely spoke around them about worrying about their ability to transmit back to the off-planet team, but again, we're rushing and panicking, so maybe one of us forgot or otherwise disobeyed orders and started tinkering with them again....enough to accidentally pick up a conversation about the hiding place, especially if the images were being displayed...."
Willow frowned in thought and looked at John, something he said working its way through her mind.
"John, you mentioned getting the algorithm that could set off the explosives in the mercenaries' heads. I can get you what's left of the devices, but I must admit to being very uncomfortable with the idea of summarily killing them. I know they wouldn't hesitate to kill us, but we must find another way....which doesn't mean we can't make them think we've figured out the algorithm...a good negotiation point."
"If you clever enough to reverse engineer an algorithm," and again she smiled to avoid seeming to mock him," , I think you are clever enough to find a way to get those hiding place images transmitted back to the mercenaries, and make it seem like you've just about cracked the code on the explosives - that will give them a sense of urgency, and a reluctance to engage us directly, for fear that you are ready for them."
She paused at that, to hear what the crew thought.
Posted on 2014-01-10 at 01:59:52.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: I had just heard from Alacrity
My thoughts are with you and the family - they come first
Posted on 2014-01-10 at 01:31:31.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: it's been almost a month since the last post
have we all moved onto other games already ?
Posted on 2014-01-04 at 00:41:26.
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Topic: Ice Storm 2013
Subject: Made it home just in time
Got home to wrap gifts and make a dish for my Mom's Christmas Eve celebration and we just finished wrapping for tomorrow. Grateful to the Hydro folks who worked round the clock to get most of us powered up again
Posted on 2013-12-25 at 03:53:07.
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Topic: Ice Storm 2013
Subject: Ice Storm 2013
Just to let you know that Alacrity, MMV and I lost power Saturday night, along with 250,000 of our closest neighbours. We're holed up in a hotel room until we have heat and power again, and since it is four of us in one room, writing lengthy posts are impossible  .
Send a wish via your cleric of choice that we are home again before Christmas Eve - we have cooking and wrapping to do!
Posted on 2013-12-23 at 13:40:19.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Soon, Giddy!
I would like to post, but John has some critical information that would be a part of our planning
Posted on 2013-12-22 at 01:06:51.
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Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: What's wrong? It's all wrong!
Angela watched from behind her hair as the tension in the infirmary fairly crackled. A part of her wondered why she wasn't stepping in like she had at Badger's but the incessant pounding of her head convinced her that she'd shown enough initiative for one day.
"Tian Bu Pa, Di Bu Pa, Tze Pa Ma Tze,", JC muttered and headed off. Angela looked after him, feeling lost but not exactly knowing why. She looked down at her feet because it was easier than not looking at everyone else.
“Miss I don’t mean to be rude but you and the rest of crew need to leave Stephanie and me for a bit.” Jon was speaking to the newcomer, but Angela's feet began moving anyway. She threw anxious look at Tess, who flashed one of her crooked smiles before whistling and pointing the way to the stairs.
“Come on,” she said, “Ang, if’n ya’ll want to lie down, we can bring some dinner to yer room.”
"No, thank you," Angela whispered, mustering a wan smile of her one," That's sweet of you, really. I'm just ... not ready to sleep yet. Got stuff to write down, right?"
“Well looks like Mommy and Daddy are fighting,” Grace intoned, “We better give the love bird’s room to breathe.”
"So, has this happened before or is this a first?" the newcomer (Catie?) asked, "If they might be a while, perhaps we should move someplace more comfortable." She suggested, "This vessel does have a galley, right?"
“Yeah, we have a kitchen. Maybe Quing Ting could come with us and explain exactly what happened and what our new job. I also suspect Angela might be hungry,” offered Grace. The mechanic linked up arms with their newest charge, and ushered her into the galley.
“Besides you did offer to make tea and who knows? Maybe you will be the first to actually teach me how to make tea. Cause for some reason, I can rebuild entire ship engines, but somehow always manage to burn the tea.”
“Which is why I make the tea,” Tess emphasized. She pulled out her chipped tea set and a tin of jasmine. The exquisite tea that Uncle Benny had given her just before her stay on Rocinante had long run out, but the blue patterned cups and teapot he gifted had managed to survive.
“Look,” Tess said as she filled a pot with water and set it on the stove, “like I said before, the meetin’ were a bit hairy. Ang managed to smooth the rough bits over, but Jon did have his tongued tied six ways from Sunday with that huen dahn. The jist of it is that we’re pickin’ up a girl in the middle of the night, in the middle of gorram nowhere, with her weddin’ planner and body guard. Takin’ her to a fancy ship to git married as fast as we can git her there. Come back an’ git paid.”
“That reminds me.” Tess leaned forward on the counter, “We’re takin’ on two of our employer’s boys. He were pretty hush hush about the whole manner. Summit’ about doing a job fer him on that cruise we’re headin’ to. Can’t say I’m complainin’. They’re purty nice eye candy.”
Angela had taken a seat and nodded at Tess at the offer of a cup of tea. It wasn't 'spro but there was still caffeine and something told her Tess would make it hot and sweet, the way Angela liked it. Every time anyone offered food it made her stomach flip flop, but Tess's mention of the job seemed to make the pain to ease off. If Tess could talk about her doubts, then maybe Angela could too.
She opened her mouth experimentally, but it was then that Catie responded and Jon came in, giving instructions about prepping for departure. He gave orders to Grace and Tess and even Catie, but completely ignored Angela. Her mouth clicked shut again as she realized that Jon must have been really upset with her over her behaviour at Badgers' and furious about her speaking up afterwards. If her head had been hurting before, it was nothing compared to what came crashing in now and she swayed a little in her seat.
She didn't think she had made a sound, but Grace suddenly looked over at her as if really noticing her for the first time. The redhead tilted her head like she did when "listening" to Destiny and finally asked," Angela, you ok? Do you ..uh, need to debrief?"
Angela turned wide eyes to the mechanic but just looked to Catie and then back at Grace, the hesitation written on her face. Grace looked puzzled, then shook her head, her expression sympathetic.
"Yeah, I get it, but I got a feeling Catie's along for the ride. Stephanie's dug in her heels and Jon didn't look like he won the argument. She' s gonna need to know if she's got a chance at helping you, I mean, us. "
Angela's shoulders slumped and she cradled Tess' teacup in her two hands like it was the most fragile thing in the world, and when she looked back up at Tess and then Grace, her eyes were brimming with unshed tears.
"I disobeyed, Grace," she began, her voice so faint the others had to lean in to hear. "You told me to relax and not draw attention to myself. I didn't do that so well. I couldn't help it...the deal was going south and we need this job, right? And I guess that was part of keeping everybody safe 'cause I just found myself speaking up and Badger seemed to like it...and then Jon agreed to everything and it's a bad deal, Grace! We're in deep kimchee and it's all my fault."
Angela's voice had started low, but gradually rose as she spoke faster and faster until it was clear that the woman was barely holding back fear and panic. She trembled as she waited Tess and Grace's reaction.
Posted on 2013-12-20 at 04:27:24.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Tess/Celeste
I actually am enjoying the dynamic that is evolving between Tess and Angela. Tess says exactly what she's thinking and it won't always be charitable...so I'm sure the words "head case" aren't too far off in our future
It's early in the game to be apparent, but Angela is pre-disposed to look to Grace and Jon for orders (that must be followed)...and anyone else's suggestions will be taken at face value. Grace because Matthew "gave" Angela to her (says so in her notebook) and Jon because he is the captain, and Angela's conditioning was military based. Messed up, I know, but she's a hoot at parties, hehe.
So, (as I am drafting a post after working something out with MMV) Angela will be touched by Tess' concern, but is too anxious about the job to not speak with Grace.
Posted on 2013-12-20 at 02:42:49.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Um...when did I become a goldfish?
All anyone wants to do is feed me?
I'll post tonight, because as far as I am concerned, I am in the galley with the women.
And, please don't take this the wrong way...but Jon has concerns about the job, Angela expressed concerns about the job as did Tess, but what do we do? JC goes to his bunk and Jon goes to have a workout?
Who's in charge here?
Posted on 2013-12-19 at 18:29:16.
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Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: Programming glitch
When Badger had agreed that dinner would be just dinner, Angela crinkled her nose at him and smiled delightedly, nodding her agreement around the last of her sandwich. She knew, knew in a way that she couldn’t explain, that he was dangerous, but that only piqued her interest. She, too, she was beginning to realize, could be dangerous too.
That’s when the Captain spoke up about wanting half up front for expenses and Badger looking like they were complete fools. Learning that Badger wasn’t the one hiring them, rather some absent fellow that wouldn’t know them from Adam turned the yummy tunafish into slime in Angela’s mouth. What gossah is this?
She started to speak, but found she couldn’t; the Captain was already accepting the terms as is and not asking for any further details. There were so many questions she had, but she couldn’t contradict the captain – even thinking of it was making the headache come surging back, the roaring in her ears drowning everything else out. She could see JC speaking with the two Simons more danger? Not sure how or why….monitor for now but nothing penetrated her misery. All she wanted was to be outside, in what passed for fresh air on Persephone before her lovely lunch insisted on making a repeat appearance.
On the way back to the ship, The captain mused aloud, “You know it seems a bit twitchy to have go pick these folk up in some hidey place, almost like there may be more to this than take'n a bride to her wedd'n."
At this, Angela let out a choking sound, then finally squeaked out,”Puh-permission to speak freely, sir?” (Assuming a surprised “uh, sure, I guess so”)
“Captain, who normally finds the jobs and makes the deals for ya? ‘Cause it sure can’t be you, or you’da…” Angela exploded before shutting her mouth so suddenly you could hear her teeth click. She winced as if in pain, putting a hand to her head, then continued slowly, clearly choosing her words, “ I just don’t think you’ve had a lotta practice. Respectfully. Sir.”
Tess radioed to Grace to let her know they were coming back. “Destiny! This is Tess. Ya'll awake in there?" (OOC: won’t relay the entire conversation back….excerpted freely)
The multiband crackled slightly, and Grace’s voice chirped out of it, "Hey, Quing Ting, we are very awake and very bored. How goes the mission?"
Angela listened to Tess describe the encounter with Badger…it was almost as if they’d met too entirely different people. Did no one else see the little boy who’d grown up with nothing, craving respect and recognition for what he’d done himself? No wonder they’d gotten mad at him, not recognizing ritual insults to set a low initial price.
Angela felt Tess’s dark eyes on her, and she shrugged uncomfortably – she’d had enough of being noticed when she was supposed to stay in the background. How much trouble am I in for disobeying orders….and mouthing off to the Captain….I’m in for it now!
“Which reminds me,” Tess went on, oblivious to Angela’s distress, “Be sure to be addin' "Companion training" to the list of skills that Ang may or may not be learn'ed in."
“Don’t be forgittin’ to be addin’ this here little date of ya’lls into yer journal, Ang,” she said to Angela after letting go of the comm. button, “Star it, highlight it, sneeze on it, whatever to be rememberin’ yer appointment with our new employer.”
“I’m no companion,” Angela mumbled, trying to brush away hair that was still firmly tied back,” who’d waste that kinda money on training a goat face like me ? Date? Oh. Yeah. Sure. Better remember that I sorta liked Badger. But I’m no good-time girl…only pretend. Not sure I’ve ever….”
With that, she ripped away the cord holding her hair back, letting it float around and hiding her ashen face. She just wanted to get back to the ship without crying or throwing up or falling down. Find her hideaway cot and pull the blanket across. Close the box tight. Where did that come from?!
Angela didn’t get her wish…not right away. There was one too many people waiting at the ship, and from the way Stephanie spoke to the Captain, that person was joining the crew. Angela kept very quiet, ignoring her pounding head, and hoped people would forget she was there. Otherwise, they may decide the ship was too crowded and pack her away…..
Posted on 2013-12-12 at 04:17:01.
Edited on 2013-12-12 at 04:19:15 by Vanadia
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men...
Subject: Rally!
From within the battle trance, time seemed to slow, so that the bladesinger could see movement before it had really begun, and react with blinding speed and precision. It also washed away emotion so any fear En'Arathea may have felt in the face of the giggling horror was merely a distant murmur in her heart, as was the regret and chagrin when she realized Ta'Arms was not only hurt, but immobilized. There would be time enough for that, later. If they lived. Rather, all figures, friend and foe, were pieces on a huge board, to be moved about in battle.
"I'm not strong enough to carry him." Rae noted to the group, having moved closest to their afflicted companion, "We'll need to defend him until he recovers."
En'Aranthea nodded, and called to the group, "Rally 'round Ta"Arms, mellonamin! A defensive circle to keep our foes at bay whilst he recovers his freedom or we best them all!" She whirled her blade in a defensive figure eight around herself as she did so, the blade ringing with fury as it cut the air instead of foes.
She noted Rae's position and made her stand to the maiden's right, leaving enough room for both warriors to move freely. She took note of the others moving into position, and of Jarenion's warning as he cast his spell.
OOC: Ena will fight defensively to protect Ta'Arms until she figures out the zombies weakness, though I'm thinking it's the gigglers that compel the others to attack. If that proves true, she will do her best to engage any giggler that approaches, but not at the cost of protecting Ta'Arms.
Posted on 2013-12-06 at 13:12:03.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: A small post
The look on Sung's face when he looked at the engine lanced through Willow: he looked wounded beyond bearing, and more than a little lost. Then, a look ofdetermination slammed into place,and the Captain spoke with more energy and clarity then he'd shown since the incident with the finger device.
“All right,” he chuckled. “So, this is zhen daomei. But what ain’t? This is our lot, right here, right now. Ain’t nothin’ can be done ‘bout this right now. But I tell ya what we are going to do. We’re going to move forward with our plan an’ try t’ trap these niao shi de dugui in such a way as t’ give us the edge. Once we’re good an’ sure that they ain’t going t’ chop off our tender bits no more...well, that’s when we turn our attention t’ these particulars. Dohn la ma?
“One last thing,” Sung put a calming hand on Willow’s shoulder. “I need you t’ speak with Matherson, Mei Mei. Let him know t’ be careful in his search for the device jammin’ our signal. Whoever’s got it ‘as likely as not is the one that’s done this fine job o’ ship surgery.”
Willow nodded, drawing strength and encouragement from the hand on her shoulder, a familiarity the Captain rarely showed towards her. It was withdrawn quickly enough, though as the Captain ordered the engine room secured and prepared to head out again.....only to return and ask Trish and WIllow to join him in the galley while Wolf and Tess went to get John.
"Wolf and Tess are going to take a while, aren't they? If Matheson is walking to the caves, he wouldn't have gone far. Let me find him- I'll be back before the shuttle is, even with Tess at the controls," Willow finished with a demure smile. (OOC: Assuming agreement from Sung)
Willow made her way to the cargo bay, intending to use the ramp down to the planet's surface. She was pleasantly surprised to find Matheson was still there, fiddling with knobs on a black box in his hands.
"Mr. Matheson-san," Willow greeted him warmly, "thank you again for the loan ofyour men - they were most helpful in the medical bay. They told me that you know Miss Amber-sama, "she said neutrally while watching him closely," you will be glad to know that she is fine...just exhausted."
"Captain Sung asked me to have a word with you," she continued. " I understand you are helping to determine who has been trying to transmit off planet. I guess that's what that item (she waved at the device in his hands) is for, but please, be careful. We have reason to believe that whoever it is has some pretty powerful technology at their disposal. Turned a substiantial piece of engine into a pile of dust. "
Posted on 2013-12-03 at 03:54:25.
Edited on 2013-12-03 at 03:57:51 by Vanadia
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Yup
If any of you have ever seen Whedon's DollHouse, you'd understand:
1. Small and enclosed is what Angela's subconscious is expecting.
2. Even if she wakes up scared and aggressive instead of scared and confused, there's not a lot of room for her to build up momentum if she tries to trash the place.
That second one is from me rather than Whedon, but just keep picturing a doll put in storage between 'gigs'.
Posted on 2013-11-25 at 18:59:24.
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Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: More successful than expected
Angela had walked back to the sandwiches and to all appearances, was focused on selecting the perfect second sandwich, but her attention was really still on the Captain and Badger. It could all go horribly wrong and the Captain would say the word and she’d have to hurt this interesting new person in her life, but for the moment, only the guns were out.
"Oi! I sees what you are doing! Badger smiles broadly. “ Get me going there you did! I can admire that. Make me think you a fool then bring your own Ace in - ah, don't bother denying it." He moves to be beside Angela, stepping by the Captain to do so, "You's the brains here aren't you? Fine. I gives you 35 a head and I'll make sure the cruise liner fills your fuel tanks after the drop. But ..." He leans in slightly, "When you come back - You have dinner with me - just the two of us and no business. Agreed?"
Angela blinked in surprise at the man leaning in almost uncomfortably close. She’d expected to distract this fish by dangling the bait long enough for the Captain to regain his bearings, she didn’t expect to land the fish herself…and it wasn’t her decision to make. She glanced over at the Captain, a mute plea in her eyes.
“Lao Buhn, (Big boss)……… your offer of 35 is acceptable, ……….but as for the dinner, that is purely Angela’s choice,” Jon spoke up, and if Angela wasn’t already half in love with the handsome fellow over his kindness, this pretty much sealed the deal.
Badger looked back inquiringly at Angela, his eyebrow raised and a touch of impatience in his body language. Angela looked at him consideringly, weighing her options, and made her decision.
“It sounds like we have a deal for a job, and that a good’s day’s work all around. I like that you’re making dinner plans – means you expect us back quick enough, and in a mood to still be friendly. You and I though, Mister,” and she gave him an arch look before winking, ”we’ve just begun our acquaintance, and I’m not one to rush to the end. You’ll get your dinner, but fair warning – I’m likely to bankrupt you if you chose someplace fancy, and I’m no sure thing…you’ve sealed no other deal with me yet. “
She tilted her head and her smile was part play, and part challenge. “So, you still interested in that date?”
Posted on 2013-11-21 at 05:34:20.
Edited on 2013-11-21 at 05:35:13 by Vanadia
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: New pic of the captain
I do believe my words were "devastatingly handsome" John Barrowman is all kinds of unfair. 
Posted on 2013-11-19 at 04:03:49.
Edited on 2013-11-19 at 04:04:20 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: ummm -help?
Maybe it's because Willow's been off working on patients, or maybe it's because I've been really distracted, but has the Captain ever actually told any of us his plan? I know we are taking pictures of the cases in different locations to lead the baddies on a wild goose chase, and making bombs to reduce their numbers but I am unclear on how the bombs are triggered, how we will feed the info to the baddies, what the rest of us will do,etc.
can someone point me to the page where Sung outlined the plan so I am not the only one in the dark? I promise to not act on info my character doesn't have.
Posted on 2013-11-19 at 02:33:59.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: haha
Ace in the hole or wild card?Angela's like a box of chocolates, you never know what you will get and sometimes it's nuts.
Seriously, glad to have Rae join,and more than happy to have someone be the "face"- never intended to have Angela do more here than make observations about the obvious.
Posted on 2013-11-19 at 02:21:56.
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Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: Oh dear
“I like her. Knows how to appreciate a man’s largess”. Unfortunately, with his accent it sounds more like he says large ass. Any mis-cue the crew might take from this slip is lost as both the young men in suits chortle loudly. Badger turns on them with a glare, “Oi! You ain;t been around with me long enough to be showing anything but respect. I’m the boss! The man who pays you! Don’t be forgetting that.”
The two sheepishly apologize and regain their composure.
“Where was I?” Badger asks while looking at Angela with a smile, “Right. Sorry about that. A businessman like me, with roots in the community needs to remind people how they should behave. Hope I didn’t frighten you.”
Angela had gone very still when Badger had turned on the young men, her expression going cold and hard as she waited for the word from Captain Jon. When Badger turned back to her, crisis averted, Angela went back to wide-eyed wonder, shaking her head at the idea of being frightened.
“No mister, I wasn’t scared,” Angela assured him, tilting her head and smiling in a manner that had no trace of little girl,” you are our host and so we are under your protection, right? I feel very…”and her voice dropped subtly, ”safe.”
Badger seemed satisfied as he turned back to Jonathan and shared the details of the job. Angela went back to nibbling delicately on her sandwich (the drink was far too gritty and lacked caffeine) but she was puzzled by Jon’s reaction, getting all flustered and stammering and clearly inviting Tess to jump in.
The name Liliana Fairchild meant nothing to Angela, but then again, few names did register, but “Princess” certainly made Angela think that this was someone important. Why on earth would the Captain give away face by turning to the pilot? And why would she then make it sound like it was too much bother? Wasn’t this a job they wanted? Needed, even?
- don’t draw attention to yourself – make sure everyone comes home safe – talk to this Badger guy – I know, Gracie, you told me and I did draw attention to myself so I was bad don’t put me in the box! but I can make it right if Jon and Tess would just stop talking and listen to Badger! Why aren’t they listening?
Angela’s head began to hurt and she was glad Badger wasn’t looking at her anymore; she couldn’t keep the smile on her face. Badger was telling them he’d go elsewhere if they weren’t up to the job and Angela could see JC understood what he meant and was trying to shut things down before it got worse but then both Jon and Tess starting blurting things about the other ship like they’d never negotiated in their lives and dammit it all to h*ll why did her head have to hurt so gorram much….
“Well, I think we’ve heard enough,” Angela spoke coolly and quietly, but just enough to be heard over the discussion, “but our host is clearly dealing with some urgency and we are between jobs at the moment, “ she rose from the table and sauntered to stand between Badger and Jon, but closer to Badger.
“You, dear sir,” she turned to Badger with a slight bow of the head and a touch of the smile she’d shared before,” you want us to take this job….I’d even say you need us to take the job because time is tight and we’re the fastest in the ‘Verse, so you’ve put out a fine feast and did everything you could to make us like you.” She leaned in confidentially and smoothed Badger’s lapel “It worked, by the way. I like you…a lot,” she whispered.
“Whereas, us?” Angela straightened to look at Jon and Tess, but mostly at the Captain. “We have a lean operation that moves fast, and that’s gotta mean something. We are also looking for work, and buildin’ a name for ourselves, so being a business partner of someone “in the community” has also got to be worth something.”
She stepped back a bit so that she was no longer between Badger and Jon, and gestured with her hands that they should look at each other. “Now, we have an offer of 20 credits a day and a counter-offer of 50. I’m thinking there’s comfortable ground somewhere in the middle, and the sooner we find it, the sooner we can get This princess to where she needs to be. I’ll let you two figure that out….there are sandwiches left and I am hungry.”
With that, Angela went back to the table and selected another sandwich, smiling at it as if it was the best thing she’d ever seen.
Posted on 2013-11-17 at 16:57:50.
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Topic: Olan out for a week
Subject: Sure...get a game going, then pouf!
Seriously,
thanks for the heads up and have fun! Someday we'll have to arrange to be there at the same time (Incrediboy has overcome his fear of noise and totally rocked the kids rides at Wonderland this year)
Posted on 2013-11-14 at 13:59:06.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men...
Subject: Poetry in motion
The group fell into formation as En'Aranthea nodded with satisfaction, pleased with how well each individual used their strengths for the good of the group. She's not worried to tell clerics and mages their tasks, nor the rogue, Blair. She'd trust that they would seize their opportunities as they saw them.
With two stalwart fighters at her side, En'Aranthea considered her forward progress, hoping that the day's end would see them laughing over a minor fright in the shadows of dusk. When Jarenion called out his warning and the ghouls ahead revealed their horrid faces, En'Aranthea's face grew grim, but determined. She let the song in her throat soar in response to her blade being drawn, the metallic ring resonating in harmony. She felt time slow as the battle trance took her, the world fading to leave only foes and allies crystal clear.
She quickened her pace to close the gap, but didn't race ahead, anticipating ranged attacks from her colleagues. She held her blade two-handed, to her left and slightly behind, so that she presented her left shoulder first. As she closed with the nearest of the creatures (DM to determine closest), she slid effortlessly from a trot into The Sun's Path, an sweeping attack the brought the sword up and over her head to slice down into her opponent.
OOC: Tactics - En'A will try to time her attack to be immediately after the ranged attacks, moving from one attack to another. Once engaged, she will keep herself between the enemy and the mage & clerics, giving them the best protection she can.
Posted on 2013-11-13 at 03:02:00.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men...
Subject: Leaders leading
It was wet. It was wet yet hot, and had been wet and hot long enough that even the Sylvari were looking sodden. En'Aranthea trudged with her companions, keeping her steps light to minimize the muck splashing up her legs and onto her cloak. It was almost wet through, and even her intricate braids were beginning to wilt under such relentless moisture, but the bladesinger kept her face serene. Or tried to.
Her companions were equally game, though a few grumbles reached her ears, and she smiled faintly, wondering if she should summon a tale to speed the way. The mist was so oppressive, however, she was loathe to breathe in more than she had to, and she caught the unease of those around her.
They were closing in on the town of Crandel when a bend in the road suddenly revealed the shambling shapes of six or seven travellers, oddly enough leaving the shelter of town so close to nightfall. They were clearly encumbered by the muck of the road, or their burdens...or something else.
En'Aranthea narrowed her eyes, but the distance and the mist were too much for her. She heard Jarenion express his concern, and Rae had started to respond when Galardril suddenly broke into a run, crying "To Arms My Friends! Yon Figures in the Mist May Be Unliving"
En'Arathea turned quickly to glance at Galardril and the others before looking back at the group before her, their gait seemingly painfully slow.
"Stop, my friends," Danon pleaded, looking to the others for signs of uncertainty in their actions. "We know not for certain the nature of these travelers. They could just be weary, or ill. To advance upon them with weapons drawn could have us mistaken for brigands. We should be looking to help them, not scare or provoke them."
"I agree, mellon Danon, "En'Aranthea finally spoke, her trained voice carrying to all. "You say "may be unliving", Galardril...if we are not certain, should we rally forth with weapons drawn and scare them half unto death?"
She paused a moment, knowing her startlement had forced her speech into a semblance of Court Sylvari, translated directly to common and she likely sounded like a fourth rate bard. When she felt a bit calmer, she resumed, " We are equal in number, or near enough, should these be anything other than simple and desperate travellers. Let us continue our approach, but in a guarded fashion. I shall take point, Rae and Ta'Arms, flank me, but with enough room for weapons work, should it come to that.
"Need our good men of the gods ask for guidance in this matter? The undead are surely an abomination to Kith-Jora and Merca; have thine prayers ready. Jarenion..."
The bladesinger stopped when she saw her friend already muttering to himself, his fingers dancing in a blur her non-Gifted eyes could not follow. She nodded, looked at each to see assent in their eyes (OOC: assuming, else will backpost), before turning back to the road to take the lead. She kept her cloak around her for its scant shelter, but she held her scabbard beneath, and a tuneless song rose to vibrate against her clenched teeth as she strode towards the figures ahead.
Posted on 2013-11-11 at 04:05:23.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: Having browser issues - here's what I got
En'Aranthea Elermiel
The only child of Leasidhede Elermiel, noted advisor and kin to the Speaker of the Stars, and Lona Isiliraieth, high priestess of Lissentoria, En'Aranthea was destined for great things. An exquisite
beauty with white-gold hair and sapphire eyes, she could debate difficult points of Sylvari law with her father at a young age, and rhyme off every plant in her mother's garden, but ultimately, her own path lay elsewhere.
She was barely twenty years when a bladesinger, travelling on the Speaker's business, stopped for the night. He'd repaid the hospitality by performing the Eighty Nine Steps in the Great Hall, his graceful movements nearly bringing the young maid to tears. She approached the bladesinger the next morning, as he practiced in the morning light, and asked to be allowed to try some of the Steps, only to be told (kindly enough, for she was a youngster) it would take years of study and discipline before she would be able to even attempt the first step. Still determined, she'd marched off only to return with a stick the length of a sword, and, as the bladesinger moved through the Steps slowly, then increasingly quickly, the young maiden watched closely, humming to herself. As soon as the bladesinger stopped, she bowed to him, then proceeded to perform the first three Steps. They were clumsy and she wrenched her knee badly landing the third Step, but none could deny that she'd just done what was supposed to be impossible untrained.
En'Aranthea was the youngest ever accepted at Megilinder Nost, and the youngest still to complete her training at a scant 45 years of age. The elders wanted to hold her back, but in the end, knew that the only remaining learning would be in the field, and so she was sent out into the world. Her early missions were difficult and strange for the sheltered young noblewoman, but her natural leadership began to emerge with her confidence as her facility with the common tongue grew.
Like all bladesingers, En'Aranthea carries only one weapon, her beloved katana, with only a belt knife for mundane tasks. She wears mottled brown and green leather armour, cunningly worked to look like bark with bramble vines. The "bark" is that of the oak tree, in honour of her father's counsel, and the leather straps wound through her warrior's braids mimic the climbing roses of her mother's faith, though these roses bear thorns as additional defense.
Posted on 2013-11-11 at 03:17:39.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: Sorry for the delay - can't find any history for the charrie
So just gonna have to start over...sigh
btw - I take it we don't have horses? In Guiding Light, En'A had a horse, Melyanna.
Posted on 2013-11-09 at 03:54:19.
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