Hi there, hoping to have a post up this evening.
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Bonjour xx Member
all you need in life are dogs and memes
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SLOW REPLIES THIS WEEK BECAUSE AM PACKING UP HOUSE TO MOVE XXX
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Recovering from surgery now. Will check in but certainly not up to posting for several days!
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Hello all :) I've been RP-ing for about 15 years and these days nearly everything I write is through PMs. I'm getting back into this site after taking a break and am mostly looking at starting a few 1x1s but I might jump into a group RP if I'm tempted enough.
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And work is hectic (plus my sister borrowed my laptop so posting from my phone is really annoying!). But will post tomorrow!
So I can play a woman, is that good?
@TheUnknowable You happy with what I've posted? I kept Farvis unconscious.
"You better hurry up and get your asses in here, otherwise you're getting left behind." @Kalas
Marga barely heard the Visipian's threat above the screech of the metal door slowly overcoming the friction of not having been maintained or oiled for near-on a decade. The explosion had done considerable damage docking area and all but torn the umbilical cord leading to the Navy shuttle to shreds. The theif scanned the debris, parts of the Lone Star's interior still floating around. She just hoped that the unknown creature that had attacked Farvis was dead. Speaking of Farvis, she spotted him slumped against the opposite wall to the locker that had housed the creature, unmoving.
"Farvis!" Marga yelled over to the doctor and quickly made her way through wreckage. "Farvis, we've got to move! Farvis!"
When no response came from the man, Marga dropped to her knees besides him and quickly took stock of the situation. Though his environmental suit looked a little worse for wear, Marga couldn't see any tears or punctures. As gently as she could manage, Marga managed to roll the doctor onto his back. Thagt was when she spotted a dark liquid spattered on the inside of his helmet's visor. Shit/
"Seriously! Get the fuck in here!" @Kalas
Marga knew that the number one rule of all head wounds was not to move the injured person, but at that precise second, she didn't have that luxury. Swearing under her breath, she sprang to her feet and grabbed Farvis' ankles. Dragging him across towards the door was slow going, given that Marga herself was rather small. However, the force of the blast from the Navy shuttle was more than sufficient to propel them the last few feet through the hatch before it shut.
Ow... Marga lay in a crumpled heap underneath of Farvis' still unconscious body. Groaning, she managed to slide out from under it.
"Doc, you're needed here!" Marga called over to Simon, then turned her attention back to Farvis, shaking him gently. "Come on Farvis, wake up." No response. She shook him with a bit more force. "You're making a big fuss over nothing. All you've got is a 'man wound'. Seriously Farvis, wake up!"
Marga didn't like this situation one bit. They were a crew member down - possibly two if Farvis didn't wake up - and their ride out of here had just exploded. Oh, and not to mention there may or may not be loads of deadly creatures lying in wait for them all over the ship.
Marga barely heard the Visipian's threat above the screech of the metal door slowly overcoming the friction of not having been maintained or oiled for near-on a decade. The explosion had done considerable damage docking area and all but torn the umbilical cord leading to the Navy shuttle to shreds. The theif scanned the debris, parts of the Lone Star's interior still floating around. She just hoped that the unknown creature that had attacked Farvis was dead. Speaking of Farvis, she spotted him slumped against the opposite wall to the locker that had housed the creature, unmoving.
"Farvis!" Marga yelled over to the doctor and quickly made her way through wreckage. "Farvis, we've got to move! Farvis!"
When no response came from the man, Marga dropped to her knees besides him and quickly took stock of the situation. Though his environmental suit looked a little worse for wear, Marga couldn't see any tears or punctures. As gently as she could manage, Marga managed to roll the doctor onto his back. Thagt was when she spotted a dark liquid spattered on the inside of his helmet's visor. Shit/
"Seriously! Get the fuck in here!" @Kalas
Marga knew that the number one rule of all head wounds was not to move the injured person, but at that precise second, she didn't have that luxury. Swearing under her breath, she sprang to her feet and grabbed Farvis' ankles. Dragging him across towards the door was slow going, given that Marga herself was rather small. However, the force of the blast from the Navy shuttle was more than sufficient to propel them the last few feet through the hatch before it shut.
Ow... Marga lay in a crumpled heap underneath of Farvis' still unconscious body. Groaning, she managed to slide out from under it.
"Doc, you're needed here!" Marga called over to Simon, then turned her attention back to Farvis, shaking him gently. "Come on Farvis, wake up." No response. She shook him with a bit more force. "You're making a big fuss over nothing. All you've got is a 'man wound'. Seriously Farvis, wake up!"
Marga didn't like this situation one bit. They were a crew member down - possibly two if Farvis didn't wake up - and their ride out of here had just exploded. Oh, and not to mention there may or may not be loads of deadly creatures lying in wait for them all over the ship.
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It's too bad Sevyn will probably never be able to personally teach Hundred about any variety of docking bay procedures due to you know, the whole biological evolution thing Syndarins have got going on, what with the high pressure and needing laughing gas to live and all. Unless we get into some freaky deaky VR/suit attachment shit.
Man, now I'm thinking how it'd be awesome if Syndarins were like the Asari where they could mate with virtually anything and have weird alien babies, but can't because fuck you, biology.
I'm sure Farvis could come up with a solution!
Interested. Please save me a spot.
Dibs on the woman please.
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Seriously, is there anything sexier than seeing a power breaker in action? Hundred doesn't think so.
As an aside, Hundred's sexual proclivities are something of an oddity. Gygans have a highly suppressed libido. The Consortium has little use for sexual behavior that interrupts it's workers' efficiency. Hundred, however, purposefully fights against her phylogenetic predisposition, and has mucked about with her own genetic code enough to have, partially accidentally, revived some of these biological inclinations.
What Hundred does not know is that her homosexuality is also predisposed by her Gygan template. Before their genomic manipulation technology (since licensed to client species) was perfected, the Consortium could not completely suppress sexual inclination in the Gygans. They had however isolated the 'gay' polygene, enabling them to at least encourage sexual behavior that had lower risks of other biological complications. Primarily this was to prevent pregnancy. They could have simply sterilized the Gygans but were experimenting with utilizing natural reproduction in their workers, or utilizing their reproductive capabilities in another capacity. Hundred merely interfered with the alleles that prevented sexual expression.
If she knew that her lesbian behavior was encouraged by Gygan tampering she would probably become a heterosexual out of spite.
Sexual identity is a difficult thing to navigate when you are a rogue member of a genetically tailored servitor species.
You really could have summarised that with just "Hundred has the hots for Sevyn".
Edit: "and will melt into a puddle of goo when Sevyn talks all technical about engineering and flying."
@TheUnknowable I won't be posting tonight as it's rather hard to type anything longer than a text message on my phone. Just a heads up in case you're waiting for Marga. If you are, feel free to have her find and help Farvis.
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