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2 yrs ago
Need two more people for our Fantasy + Sci-fi roleplay - we have angry burning trees!
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If i could go back now, i wouldn't change a thing
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You've got red on you
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Its just me, you, a pile of Chinese food and a couple of f**k off spreadsheets.
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New roleplay: https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/189457-the-eye-of-the-needle-where-fantasy-and-sci-fi-collide/ooc

Hey, I'm Catharyn! I joined the Roleplayer Guild on 2nd Feb 2011, then rejoined on the 17th Jan 2014 after Guildfall.

I was active every day until late 2015, accruing (i think) around 7k posts across dozens of roleplays. Then, I started working and had to gradually slow down my RP schedule. In 2017, I officially went on hiatus when other commitments got fully in the way of roleplaying.

This continued until the COVID-19 pandemic hit, when I suddenly realised I had a lot more free time in lockdown! So in mid-2020, I returned to the Guild with a vengeance. I also managed to get The Cradle 1x1 off the ground - a story i've had percolating for almost a decade.

My posting schedule has slowed down a bit now that the world has opened up again. I still love science fiction, fantasy and espionage themes, and generally aim for around 300 words per post.

Most Recent Posts

In The Cradle 4 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
President DeWinter glanced at someone off camera, her eyes flickering as if reading text. Souza’s eyes glazed over briefly when he got a message via implant. Lord Hale just loomed into the conference room with an icy, unblinking stare. DeWinter eventually replied. “We have a lot of different opinions on recent events. The Cradle and it’s origins have been subject to robust political debate ever since we found it, three and a half centuries ago. Some of us are naturally suspicious of it, and assumed it would land us in trouble one day. And some of us are willing to lay down their lives to protect Outremer’s greatest asset.”

An aide came over to whisper in DeWinter’s ear again, but she shooed him away. “If the creature is to be believed, we could be in danger of joining a war we didn’t start, with an enemy that may be more advanced than both our civilisations. I believe the decision we need to make is whether we value our connection to this creature enough to risk peace and stability in the galaxy.”
Her boyfriend,
He don't know
Anything about her,
He's too stoned,
Nintendo ()
I wish that I could make her see
She's just the flavor of the weak

It's Friday night and she's all alone
He's a million miles away
She's dressed to kill, but the TV's on
He's connected to the sound...
In The Cradle 4 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
While waiting for the SCC to convene, Freyr had thrown herself at the problem again. The team rapidly filled five physical drawing boards with workings out and ideas. It eventually became clear that Outremer’s high command was unwilling to hold an audience with her while the Rothians were listening in. So Captain Andersen sent a shuttle to collect her, and Freyr answered dozens of initial questions on the short ride back to the Barbarossa. After they were satisfied, Freyr requested the craft turn around so she could return to her team.

When it came time to assemble, Freyr led her delegation into the cavernous conference room and sat in the middle of one of the square table’s sides. Most of the attendees currently in Outremer elected not to use the holographic function. Instead they displayed on a huge screen opposite her as rows of heads and shoulders in boxes. A couple of people even declined to send a video feed, so their box featured a nondescript silhouette of a head in their place.

Around half of the people Freyr had recently debriefed in the shuttle were present. She found President DeWinter, head of the armed forces Group Admiral Lord Hale and Director of Defence Intelligence, Benoit Souza among the sea of faces. They were the people she primarily had answered to before. They were all now in formal dress and looked extremely serious. When the Speaker arrived, an aide appeared in the President’s window to whisper in her ear; one of her eyebrows raised slightly.

After a little while, absolute quiet descended on the hall and the various shufflings stopped. Outremer’s president began transmitting sound to formally greet the room, her face growing larger to fill half of the screen. Her voice was smooth, melodious and stateswomanlike. “Hello. Thank you for joining us this morning. I appreciate the effort many of you have made to be here at such short notice. These are not the circumstances I would have chosen to meet so many honourable members of Rothian society for the first time. However, we must play the cards we are dealt. This is a situation with the potential to affect us all, but i am confident we can come up with an agreeable plan of action. As we are in your chamber, perhaps you would care to fire first?”
In The Cradle 4 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
The Human science team and Sacred Band piled into a cramped conference room next to the lab. Freyr played Rareth’s recording via the room’s main holographic projector, with viewpoints and sensory data piled up on various other displays. She spooled through at a quick pace, stopping when people had things to add or something interesting was happening. There were a few exclamations and shivers at what the team were put through.

Freyr deftly chopped up the data into dozens of different workstreams and divided them up between her subordinates. They were tasked with analysing everything from the simulation’s geology to the path this entity may have taken before crashing on Rothia. With the precision of a master sculptor, Freyr cut the expedition tape down to a manageable fifteen minute clip complete with all the important annotations.

It was at this point that 595 stumbled in, freshly woken from her seizure and trailing two of the medics. The Agent insisted a few moments were redacted from the final version. Freyr reluctantly agreed, providing 595 plopped down on a free seat and let the medics finish tending to her.

Within two hours, everyone was up to speed and a dossier containing a summary of events, possible scenarios and potential next steps had been created. At this point, Freyr dismissed the Sacred Band and the Drs Ngata and Wetherall to get some downtime. She tried to dismiss 595 too, but she impolitely refused.

Freyr ultimately called Captain Andersen and the Security Council delegate to update them on the whole story. She followed up by sending the Captain an encrypted copy of the dossier. “My god.” Andersen muttered, once she'd finished.

“This is classified Top Secret. I want you to send this to the rest of my team at CRD, and request an emergency session of the Special Circumstance Committee. Tell them the Rothians want to meet within one Outremer day, and that they’re going to want to watch the video first.” The delegate nodded. “Consider it done.”
In The Cradle 4 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
“Great! Send it to me; i’ll make sure it gets into the right hands.” Freyr smiled distractedly, watching Thebes walk over to them out of the corner of her eye. She focused her attention back on Rareth. “I’ll do my best. I hope you like crowds; because you’re going to get one when this mission gains the administration’s attention. Freyr politely excused herself from the two Rothians and turned to Thebes, who began speaking right away.

“Ma’am, I want to put something on the record. Memnon died a warrior’s death. The entity we encountered said it might be able to bring Memnon back. We want our comrade back, but only if he’ll be able to fight alongside us now. If there is any chance he won’t make it back out in one piece, we’d like you to refrain. It’s what he would have wanted.” Thebes nodded, having finished his piece.”

Freyr stared up at Thebes, flabbergasted. “It said it could...bring people...back?” Thebes nodded again. “Yes ma’am. It said it could try.” Freyr felt almost overwhelmed with joy, which boiled down to steely determination. “Then consider it well and truly noted.” She said, giving the soldier’s forearm a squeeze. “If I can, I'll bring Memnon back. I’ll bring them all back.”

“Dr Lang - Captain Andersen is requesting a debrief.” One of the lab techs called over from the banks of consoles. Freyr nodded her head vigorously, suddenly experiencing a rush of energy she hadn’t felt in months. “Good, ok. All of you, conference room. Now, please!” Freyr gesticulated at the assembled Humans. “That means you and your team as well.” She patted Thebes’ breastplate, rushing past him. “We all need to watch this mission back, right away.”
In The Cradle 4 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
“How intriguing…” Freyr murmured in response to Rareth. She blew out her lips as she thought of it, her eyebrows raised. “This changes things completely. I won’t take up any more of your time with questions right now, Datius. I’ll watch the recordings and talk to Wetherall and Ngata as a first step.”

Freyr smiled at Nirann once he appeared. “I’m glad to see the consolidation was successful! What’s up?” She listened to his proposal, nodding a few times. “Yes, I think I agree with you. I’m not sure the other people you have to convince will see it that way, though. Put it in a written proposal anyway, and I'll present it as one of the options. Please include how long you’ll need to get the destination gate in-situ. I assume you don’t have all the parts available on Outremer? You’ll need to repurpose an existing one or something?”
In The Cradle 4 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Freyr listened closely to everything Rareth said with her arms loosely crossed. Her mouth dropped fractionally open at some of the details. “Wow, Ok. Thanks, we’ll definitely need to watch that through. You’ve no doubt made history; I wish I could've been there.” She pouted, a tinge of disappointment in her voice.

Freyr chewed intently on the knuckle of her index finger for a second, drinking in all the facts. “This just got a lot more serious. I need to regroup with my team and then debrief Captain Andersen and the other leadership. Can you have your people put together a plan for fully excavating the shell and bringing it to the surface? It sounds like there’s no time to lose, and we have to assume the entity will allow us to move it.”

Freyr thought of another thing almost immediately. Her brain was already beginning to parse the new facts and present new questions for her to answer. She raised her index finger in front of her face as if to regulate her train of thought. "Hold on...did it say why it needed the Cradle to repair itself? Does that have anything to do with the trouble we've been having in the Cradle itself?"
In The Cradle 4 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
595 didn't reply, vibrating from head to toe, face muscles rigid and rippling. “She’s having a seizure, get me the nanites. Medic!” Freyr shouted, slowly but firmly freeing 595 from the harness and head gear. She snatched a microrobot delivery system from one of the lab techs. “Hold her down!” Freyr snapped, leaning over the shaking woman and injecting the nanites into her neck while some others stopped the Agent from moving.

After a few moments, the jerking movements stopped, Freyr straightened up, chucking the empty syringe down on the table. “Make a hole!” The medic called, barging through on the opposite side of the harness bed from her. Freyr reeled off any potentially important information points she had at her disposal, then let the medic roll 595 onto her side and into the recovery position. She looked at Rareth, who was watching on. “What the hell happened in there? We established contact for about two minutes before getting cut off again.”

She momentarily diverted her attention to glance across the bay. The Sacred Band were already up and had gathered around the harness containing Memnon. They were all grasping his arms and legs and had lowered their heads in solemn respect. Dr Wetherall and Dr Ngata were receiving fluids and an exam from another Human medic.
In The Cradle 4 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
The creature nodded distractedly at Rareth’s suggestions, its luminescence fading fast. It opened its mouth, then closed it again. “We…” It slumped back into it’s throne. The wind rushing through the openings in the building took on a distinctly blurred quality. After a few moments it better resembled feedback from malfunctioning audio equipment than actual weather.

While Rareth was racing to finish her latest line of inquiry, 595 was staring all around her. Several packet loss and operating viability flags appeared on her specialised sensory suite. “We have to get out of here.” The Agent announced abruptly. She rose from her kneeling position and marched up the steps to the being. “If you want our help, you have to eject us this instant, do you understand?” The being regarded her feebly, lounging slackly in it’s throne and flickering continuously.

“What do you need? Power? Can we give you some energy to get us out of here?” The thing lethargically raised an arm, beckoning for her to come closer. 595 complied, edging right in front of it. As quick as a flash the creature grabbed her wrist. The Agent’s suit crackled with energy, sending fingers of lightning out to connect the whole team. The wind outside was a deafening crrrrrrkkkkkkkkkk now, whirling around them like a tornado.

”Make me proud.” The thing whispered inside her head, looking straight into her soul with tortured, unblinking eyes of sunset red.



595 gasped real air, jerking taut against the harness weighing her down. “They’re back!” Freyr shouted, racing over to her. “It’s okay. Let me check your vitals and we’ll get you out of this harness."
In The Cradle 4 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
The being looked pleased when Rareth swung toward a solution, tapping the long tips of it’s fingers together in a steeple pointed at the team. However as the Datius continued, it grew somber, clasping its hands together across the armrests and resting its sharp chin on them. The being sighed deeply when she had finished speaking.

“I am extremely sorry, for all the unpleasantness you have experienced. It was never meant to be this way.” It’s voice seemed to be getting raspier; the light emanating from its body flickered momentarily. The snow and wind howling through the windows and across the gallery increased in ferocity. “The...Cradle… is badly damaged, like me. Now that it has been activated, it is rejecting all foreign bodies in preparation for conflict.”

One of the torches close to the doors blew out with a huff. The being snapped its fingers and the fire reignited. “And in the absence of directives from myself or the others, It is likely building its own...decision-making function.” Dr Wetherall evidently couldn't believe his ears. “Like a consciousness?” He spluttered. The being weighed up those words before responding with a nod. “Sure. I can stop it, but It’s imperative that you return me to my home as soon as possible, to prevent the corruption from growing any further.”

There was a very short pause, making it clear that the initial shock was wearing off. Dr Ngata jumped in next. “What about all the creatures we encountered on the way to you? One of us died trying to get here.” The being stared out of a high window, flickering again. “They are me; all of it is. Those creatures are the remains of my payload - imprints of organic life potential. Sadly I lost control over most of my domain long ago, my mind...wanders.”

“Can you bring him back? The man we lost.” Thebes asked, bowing his head respectfully. The being slowly swiveled to study the soldier. “I can try, if you help me heal my wounds.”

595 was keen to keep the conversation on track, so she wasted no more time in asking the most pressing question on her mind. “It sounds like we need to rescue your, uh, colleagues, too, right? To restore balance to the Cradle? Do you know where they are?”

The being shook its head, the fuzzy tendrils sprouting all over its body again. “No. I have to assume we are keeping each other safe, biding our time. If they are as weak as me...‘running’ is not an option.” 595 nodded thoughtfully, glad her gambit had paid off.
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