BladeAvuari

Space Station Starting.

Ermine said Blade, your unicorn looks [...] majestic

Now that avatars are uploadable, do you want me to extract my unicorn into the Essence of Majesty, and mold that into a new version, and give it to you?

D&D 3.5 Interest Check

(*Raised hand*)
Oh, does this mean I should work on the thread now?
Also, I have an avatar and some few others do not!

Space Station Starting.

Subject: Raven, "Princess" Amelia.
Location: Hall, near bar
Amelia reaches for he still-not-present-because-she-couldn't-smuggle-in face-burner, with a shouting curse in her native tounge. She sighs. Maybe I'm drunk enough already, without alcohol. She looks toward her feet. Maybe I'm also not ready for this normal world, where I am no longer the captain, and I may be ignored or disrespected without the disrespector being beheaded in the vacuum of space... She looks toward the barman, who had entered the hall moments ago. In an attempt to sound less... arrogant... she speaks calmly, and as humbly as she can. "C-can you tell me the p-protocol for this situation?"
Of course, this comes with a stutter, as well as the all-important nervous vocal-shake. How alien such a manner of speaking can be, maybe she is coming down with some sort of flu? She clears her throat and tries again, this time trying to do as she previously was, just without the stupid verbal errors. "I need to know, am I supposed to check out the situation, or do I go back to the jail and wait for the bastard to show up?"
Of course, she is talking to the man who gives everyone their beer, not the guy who reads all the prison warden training manuals. But there still was a chance. If all else fails, she does still have a great amount of stolen money for emergencies stored somewhere on the ship, but she isn't quite ready to give all that up yet.

Space Station Starting.

I think it is "bumpity."
Anyway, I'm not happy with my overuse of the word "she" and the accidental action-push I implemented. I just really needed to make the newly-aliased 'Amy Julie' do something so McFazzer can post, if he so chooses.

Space Station Starting.

Subject: Raven, "Princess" Amelia.
Location: Hall, near bar
Amelia looks up at the man before her. She runs over the remark he makes, and the questions he asks, yet unable to comprehend any of it. She is too dazed to speak, until he finally lifts her onto her feet. She focuses on his words: "... octor... wasting my time? Miss...?" Amelia nearly forgets that she is in hiding, and quite possibly blows her cover with her next few words.
She unsheathes an imaginary blade, raising it up to the heavens. "I am Pirate Lord Captain Princess Amel--" Her words are halted before she gives enough verbal evidence to be held in court for crimes against humanity, with revealing what she has done. She clears her throat, preparing another, flat-voiced explaination for who she is. "No, I'm actually the new warden... 'Amy Julie.'"
She hears a b-flat saw-wave beep in her ear, as her modified and mis-toned security-team transciever warns her of the news.
'Amy' looks toward the man who, at the very least, aided her in standing up. She tells him what she just heard; There is someone in the bonanical storage holding a crewmate hostage. She presses a button on her transciever, hoping to send a high-priority message to the captain and leader of the securety division.

Space Station Starting.

Oh, and (this actually is a complaint) I don't remember it ever being officially stated that this station was actually "Space Station 13," especially considering that, usually, the inspiration for something will have been removed from history alltogether, so there wouldn't be any sort of tradition to go after, especially with the (correct me if I'm wrong) first Earth commercial space station.

Space Station Starting.

There are at least two characters named John so far. Well done.

Space Station Starting.

Subject: Raven, "Princess" Amelia.
Location: Prisoner cells, Security wing

She sighs, returning to her position, sitting infront of the cells. Her job is obviously the least fun one. For starters, she has to remain in the security wing all the time. Along with that, the security wing is the most painful place for her to be, with pictures of her beautiful face stored in many of the computers as someone to look out for, and having nobody to talk to. And finally, there aren't any prisoners to watch after-- As far as she knows, the only true criminal on the ship is herself, and she hasn't even been identified yet.

She grabs onto a bar above her head, to pull herself up. Once she is on her feet, she steps out of the cell block. She makes her way to a familliar destination. (Like sea-pirates from Earth fairytales, the space-pirate Captain Juliet enjoys the occasional inebriation.) As her luck goes, she finds herself stuck in a situation where there is a man in the hall, cleaning the floor. As she is not normal people, Amelia realizes that she may not get away with just walking past the man, avoiding conversation. Still, she attempts to cross the hall, away from the mess, and...

Location: Hall, near the bar
As her luck goes, Amelia's feet fail. More precicely, the tiny, human shoes on her long, Vuri feet fail, with the sole on her left foot ripping, causing her to tumble forward through the hall. After she finishes rollng, and halts flat on her back, she finally is able to decide the cause of her problem.
Who put flat ground where I was going to trip?

D&D 3.5 Interest Check

I would love to play DND with a DM who has ever actually played a PC before.
Seriously, that sounds interesting.

Additionally, I have menial experience with DMing. I've not actually done much of being a player, but I have spent alot of time running everything.

Space Station Starting.

Subject: Raven, "Princess" Amelia.
Location: Prisoner cells, Security wing

Amelia stands before a door to the prison cell, staring into the empty room. For such a long time, she has remained in the same position-- Facing slightly away from the gate, eyes locked on the cot, and her hand on a bar. It was too strange, to be in such a place, while still not in captivity. "What a reversal of the role... I've never seen prison cells from the outside. And now, I am supposed to be locking people in them? How can I do such a thing, when I have spent my whole life locked in and breaking out?" She shakes her head. "I shouldn't even be here. If I had some way to contact my crew, I would be with them. I should be raiding this place, not aiding it."
Upon realizing her failure to think silently, she turns her head to the exit. She didn't want to harm anyone, but if she was heard, there may not be much of a choice. She reaches for her handheld burning laser, just to discover it is not there. Finally, she looks into the hall.