As the cheetah-turned-human and the tiger-turned-human left, Angela decided it would be best to leave too. With her back against the tree, she squeezed her eyes shut and meditated intensely, morphing into her human self. She was worked up, and too excited to go home now. She decided she'd go to the city and find a party to crash. She had so much to talk about. She turned around and started walking out of the forest.
The boy gave an overly-simple answer. James looked into his eyes, itching to probe him but knowing to respect his privacy. He wanted badly to know what used to be in the place of the emptiness, an artistic desire to tap into the doom and gloom of the world. "What's your name?"
Hi! Anyone interested in doing a survival RP about their planet crashing into another planet? The RP would start a bit before the crash and continue after the crash. A bit of magic can be involved, or just sheer construction expertise.
The Current State of the World
In an alternate solar system, two third-planets-from-the-sun are due to collide in six months. The smaller one, Orpheus, is home to many highly intelligent magical humanoid alien species. With their modern technology and magical abilities, the humanoids have determined that Orpheus will be obliterated in this collision, partially merging with LRP3 (Large Rocky Planet 3) and partially scattering out into space. The larger planet, LRP3, is as of yet deserted; its atmosphere unsuitable to support life. The humanoids have coexisted on Orpheus for thousands of years in various states of peace and war, but must now work together if they want to survive this catastrophe.
Hope for Survival
For the past 10 years, the humanoids have been building a massive spaceship containing a sustainable ecosystem with the hopes that it can support humanoid survival in space, but research and construction forces have been inadequate. The physical spacecraft is almost complete, but its management and sustainability still need work. The spacecraft is being built in the middle of the desert, within driving distance of the Space Center. If the spacecraft is finished before the collision, the humanoids will be safe in outer space. If not... well, chances of surviving the crash are slim, unless unconventional circumstances come about (ie. you'll have to write how you survive; feel free to build things, use your powers, work together, etc.).
A Message from the Creator
The collision will happen sometime during the course of this RP, whether the spacecraft is finished or not (I've got the powah! Muahahaha...). Until then, everyone's objective should be finding a way to survive the collision. The RP will continue after the collision as well, either up in space or down on whatever land is left from the event.
Also, the title of this RP and a bit of the intro, at least the formatting, may or may not change depending on suggestions you might have.
The plot and planning was co-created by myself and @sirena. We'll both be involved in this RP.
Scientists: Study Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Math, etc. to plan and operate the ship. Builders: Get the stuff to put the ship together, and then put it together. Reporters: Spread word on predictions about the collision and the progress of the ship. (Any suggestions?)
City: Concentrated in the center-right of the continent, with tall buildings. Suburbs of houses run into the middle and down the right side of the continent, with factories here and there. Processed goods come through here. Mountain Range: A small cluster of snow-capped mountains to the north. Contains winter weather and wildlife. Temperate Forest: At the base of the mountains, extending down the left side of the continent. Has variable weather, terrain, and wildlife. Desert: In the south. Contains the Space Center and the spacecraft, but otherwise mostly empty. Tropical Islands: Two large islands to the south of the desert. Its outskirts are popular vacation destinations, while its inland hills are covered in thick jungle and lots of wildlife. Ocean: Surrounds the continent. Contains a rich coral reef between the Tropical Islands and the mainland. Contains the typical range of sea creatures elsewhere.
- The GM and the Co-GM are god. What they say is law and open to dispute in the OOC tab or through PM. - You are not god. So no godmodding please. - No OOC drama. If you have a problem please PM the GM or Co-GM; we are always here to help. - Please wait to be accepted before posting IC. When you are accepted, the GM or Co-GM will post your CS in the Character Tab. - You can play as many characters as you can keep active. (Although if you have 30 characters you might need to get out more.) - No double posting. If you have more than one character please differentiate them somehow. - No major plots like death or natural disasters/catastrophes without GM permission. - If you want to leave the roleplay, please tell the GM or Co-GM first. - Please keep explicit content to fade to black or take it to PM. - Quality over quantity (a.k.a. proper spelling and grammar). That being said, no one-liners please. At least a few good sentences should suffice. No novels either. - Make sure to read all the posts in bold made by the GM or the Co-GM as those are important events/plot drops.
Name: Nickname/Alias: (Optional.) Age: Gender: Relationships: Species: (Can be anything humanoid. Supernatural creatures, Greek mythology, Youkai, etc. No gods/goddesses, please.) Role: (Scientist, builder, or make up your own role, as long as it's helpful) Appearance: (Can be brief. Please include an image of your character in a hider - real, realistic art, and anime are all fine.) Personality: History: (Can be brief.) Powers (if any): (Nothing that could control the fate of the world please.) Abilities/Skills: Strengths: Weaknesses: Other: (Anything else we should know?)
Dawn's shoulder lightened as James' hand came off. Rayne pulled her out the door away from the giant man, quietly telling her not to cause any trouble. She followed him as they walked down the street, past what once may have been a nice neighbourhood. Once Dawn was sure they were out of sight, Dawn spoke flatly to Rayne. "I've seen him around, killing people." She opted not to forcefully question him about where to get food; she knew not to trust someone after only a few minutes, and besides, she had lasted this long without help.
The gunman laid unexpectedly observant eyes on Angela before yelling out. Knowing it would take impeccable aim to hit her with a bullet she could easily dodge, she kept her red beak out, watching. The white tiger shifted into a pretty female with short but voluminous red hair and blood around her mouth. A cheetah Angela hadn't spotted came into view and sat at the scene. The gunman threatened to shoot. The girl and the cheetah tried to negotiate, saying they meant no harm and just wanted to eat.
The boy turned towards James. There was a sort of emptiness in his blue eyes, but not the mournful emptiness James was so familiar with. Interest piqued, he walked up to the boy, hoisting his full guitar case up onto his right shoulder. "Hey, kid. You alright there?"
Carver didn't understand half the words spoken by this man called Ramius Kastagir. Master bard? Magna Alumnae? He said he was from Waterdeep, wherever that was. Ramius took couple gulps of his drink, giving Carver time to wonder what he meant by "what world or plane of existence". Was there not just one of each? He decided he would just say what he knew. "Um, the village of Maple Falls, in the Sticky Valley, in the country of Penta, on the West Continent, on the planet Theia. In the year..." What year is it again? I guess I can be a little off and he'll still know which Maple Falls it is. "...380 of the Civil Age." He was starting to wonder if it was even worth going back, for all he had left in his life. This place at least had its striking unfamiliarity to keep him slightly occupied for a while. And it had a bar.
Dawn tried not to sway to the left as James brought a heavy hand down on her shoulder. As always, it was best to pretend not to know anything. Her voice did not waiver. "No, I haven't seen anything violent. Not for a few days now, I think." She sucked in her stomach to quiet its rumbling, its seeming attempt to communicate the truth in its own incomprehensible language. She briefly wondered if Rayne would come with her or find his own way out.
Angela was mindlessly paddling back home to the lake in the middle of the forest, her webbed feet propelling her buoyant feathery body, when she heard a bang. She craned her long neck to look behind her and saw a wild-eyed man pointing a shotgun at a white tiger. Quickly unfolding her wings, she lifted off silently from the water. She glided behind a nearby tree, black feathers concealed by the shadow of the thick trunk. She poked her small head out to see when the gunman would leave, hoping her red beak wouldn't give her away.
James was sitting on an isolated bench near the edge of the park, an unopened guitar case lying flat to his right. He stared flatly ahead at the few young children playing on the playground. They all seemed to be supervised by only one parent, as the rest of the adults sitting on the surrounding benches were poking their phones. He sighed. He had never seriously considered having children before, while he was contently focused on writing music and touring with the band. But now, he had little to do with his life. He stood up, grabbing his guitar case. He wouldn't get the inspiration to write a proper song here. As he was leaving the park, his eyes caught a red shirt moving down the sidewalk, worn by a slender boy with shoulder-length brown hair.
Carver heard fingers snap and saw the glass he smashed rebuild itself. I wish I could do that. Although, what good could it do me. It wouldn't put the drink back in the bottle. He got up and started towards the bookshelf the bar maiden had pointed at, wobbling a little in his mildly-hungover mildly-drunken state. On the way there, he just barely noticed a funny-nosed fellow perhaps around his age, in embroidered black clothes that must have cost a fortune. He also caught an immediately-forgotten glimpse of impressive shuffling, done by hands he failed to assign to a body.
The large, reddish-brown wooden bookshelf was decorated with subtle ornate carvings. Its four shelves were stocked with dull-coloured books in an assortment of heights and thicknesses. Carver turned his head sideways to try and read the silver, gold, or black print on the books' spines. Only a few were in his language; most of them were in languages he may or may not have recognized, and certainly could not read. He wasn't in the mood to skim through every single book in search of a useful map. He decided he would just ask someone.
Carver looked around and saw that the expensively-clothed man wasn't preoccupied. He walked over to the man's table, noticing a pair of tiny little horns just visible above his black hair. "Hi. I'm Carver. Do you know how to get to Maple Falls?"
Dawn answered right after Rayne Fielder. "Dawn Cohen." She got up onto her feet, not taking her eyes off the massive James Hunter. "I don't have food." She pointed in the general direction of Rayne, still looking at James. "He doesn't have food either." James was still blocking the only easy way out, but his large hands were up in a gesture of either sincere or feigned peacefulness. Dawn decided to go with it. "You can look in here. We'll be on our way." She started towards the door, hoping James would let her through.
The bar maiden's question was a trigger for his wretched memories to come and attack. Carver quickly downed the second drink, starting a fire in his throat which provided a welcome distraction from the memories. He thunked the glass back onto the table with force as he took a breath to put out the flames.
"I'm Carver. Um, I'm from Maple Falls." Carver partially lied, naming his friend's village where he had been staying recently. He could feel the alcohol going to his head. "Which... which village is this? Is there a map I could look at? Or do you know how to get to Maple Falls from here?"
