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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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New interest check is live, check it outttt
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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.
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.
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The men shared a glance, arranged in Hale’s office such as they were. A few more aides were present in the background of the meeting - the rest of the Committee were no longer present. These aides quickly explained the significance of this new figure, though it wasn’t necessary; they all already knew to a certain extent.
“Clean up these comms.” Hale snapped in private to them, before responding.
“Hello. I don't understand your meaning - could you elaborate?”
The Institute doctors took Freyr to a specially outfitted room aboard the Barbarossa. It was darkened inside, with banks of interfaces throwing up faint blue light onto the ceiling. She could faintly make out a large hexagonal pod with the top slightly ajar. Steps led up to the opening.
“Please change into the clothing provided behind that screen.” One of them gestured; Freyr’s implants outlined the hand to make it clearer. She swallowed the rising tide of bile in her throat. “What is the meaning of all this?”
“We’ve developed some new methods of testing for psychological damage caused by contact with the Cradle.”
“I’d like a chaperone.”
“Very well, we’ll call your legal representative. Please go and change.”
“Clean up these comms.” Hale snapped in private to them, before responding.
“Hello. I don't understand your meaning - could you elaborate?”
The Institute doctors took Freyr to a specially outfitted room aboard the Barbarossa. It was darkened inside, with banks of interfaces throwing up faint blue light onto the ceiling. She could faintly make out a large hexagonal pod with the top slightly ajar. Steps led up to the opening.
“Please change into the clothing provided behind that screen.” One of them gestured; Freyr’s implants outlined the hand to make it clearer. She swallowed the rising tide of bile in her throat. “What is the meaning of all this?”
“We’ve developed some new methods of testing for psychological damage caused by contact with the Cradle.”
“I’d like a chaperone.”
“Very well, we’ll call your legal representative. Please go and change.”
@Catharyn Thanks!! You too, welcome back! I haven't quite gotten back to writing yet, myself, but I do hope RPing will help with that. I would love to try a 2x2 - does that involve four people as the word suggests? While I do not have any specific ideas for RPs yet, I'd love to do something vaguely fantasy, history, and mythology focused. I've been studying Ancient Chinese classics lately. At the moment I am also very intrigued by East Asian folklore and mythology. Does any of it tickle your fancy? :)
Yeah, for me a 2x2 is four people who perhaps interact a bit more with their designated main partner. Depends on how the story pans out really!
I love fantasy & history but not sure about mythology.
Would need to be a great angle. Hungarians
WELCOME BACK!! I also came back from a 3 year hiatus during COVID and love writing again. 
You have very similar interests to me - I've also been trying to motivate myself for some kind of 2x2 for a while... Do you have any specific ideas for RPs right now?
You have very similar interests to me - I've also been trying to motivate myself for some kind of 2x2 for a while... Do you have any specific ideas for RPs right now?
Dill...
Joao Sequiera, Benoit Souza and their retinues had been co-ordinating the Outreman side of the preparations from cars. While heading to LHA Hale’s chosen residence, the supercarrier OSC Latinkon, they’d been desperately calling round their Tindrel & QV contacts. The Rothians had pressed ahead with a meeting of five civilisations to discuss Psi-Helios, and all their skeletons were poised to leap out of the closet.
Eventually, the two senior officials had to brief Hale on Outremer’s activity in the system, or risk him finding out from someone else. A Naval Intelligence blacksite may have been training indigenous proxies to fight prospectors from the other three treaty participants. Other operators may have been intentionally provoking the Tindrel & Qalian-Vosh, to stimulate the supply of advanced weapons to both sides.
“Oh you fucking cretins. Why didn’t you tell me before?” Hale shouted at them from behind his desk, deep within the supercarrier’s hull.
“We didn’t want you to get mixed up in all this. Outreman’s are already angry at the establishment for all the unpleasantness in the Cradle. We were trying to manage this covertly.” Souza shot back. Both of them were stood at the other end of the desk, hands clasped behind their backs.
Hale sighed, steepling his long bony fingers on the desk.
"Tell me everything then. We don't have much time."
"We have options when it comes to Psi-Helios, Datius Jharn. When it comes to our Cradle, things become a lot more tricky." LHA Hale replied, waggling one finger.
"These aliens have been trying to get their grubby appendages on our crown jewel for a hundred years or more! They won't be so tolerant of its eccentricities and flashes of insanity. They will enslave the Cradle-proper to work for them, crippled and braindead. My men tell me the Navigator is still not fully bonded with the Cradle - it can be separated off and destroyed." Hale was a great orator, with a clear and distinguished voice.
"We can't afford to let that happen."
Benoit Souza jumped in.
"By contrast, the Psi-Helios situation is much more fluid. Our sources close by have said both sides have been massing troops on either side of the system for months. If we tell them something like the Navigator or the Cradle is hidden beneath their feet, there is no predicting what they'll do."
Eventually, the two senior officials had to brief Hale on Outremer’s activity in the system, or risk him finding out from someone else. A Naval Intelligence blacksite may have been training indigenous proxies to fight prospectors from the other three treaty participants. Other operators may have been intentionally provoking the Tindrel & Qalian-Vosh, to stimulate the supply of advanced weapons to both sides.
“Oh you fucking cretins. Why didn’t you tell me before?” Hale shouted at them from behind his desk, deep within the supercarrier’s hull.
“We didn’t want you to get mixed up in all this. Outreman’s are already angry at the establishment for all the unpleasantness in the Cradle. We were trying to manage this covertly.” Souza shot back. Both of them were stood at the other end of the desk, hands clasped behind their backs.
Hale sighed, steepling his long bony fingers on the desk.
"Tell me everything then. We don't have much time."
"We have options when it comes to Psi-Helios, Datius Jharn. When it comes to our Cradle, things become a lot more tricky." LHA Hale replied, waggling one finger.
"These aliens have been trying to get their grubby appendages on our crown jewel for a hundred years or more! They won't be so tolerant of its eccentricities and flashes of insanity. They will enslave the Cradle-proper to work for them, crippled and braindead. My men tell me the Navigator is still not fully bonded with the Cradle - it can be separated off and destroyed." Hale was a great orator, with a clear and distinguished voice.
"We can't afford to let that happen."
Benoit Souza jumped in.
"By contrast, the Psi-Helios situation is much more fluid. Our sources close by have said both sides have been massing troops on either side of the system for months. If we tell them something like the Navigator or the Cradle is hidden beneath their feet, there is no predicting what they'll do."
The Tindrel Ambassador burbled quietly, then turned off sound and talked to someone off-holo for a while. João Sequeira conferred with Benoit Souza too - they had become quite a formidable team in the maelstrom following the government dissolution. Their goals seemed to change by the hour, but that was all part of a front for organised defence of Outremer’s holdings and status abroad.
Finally, the Ambassador resumed the conversation after twenty minutes. This was quite common with the Tindrel.
“That is a Demilitarised Control system. As part of the agreement, Tindrel, Qalian-Vosh and Earther parties must consent to any civilian access. What is your objective here?”
Finally, the Ambassador resumed the conversation after twenty minutes. This was quite common with the Tindrel.
“That is a Demilitarised Control system. As part of the agreement, Tindrel, Qalian-Vosh and Earther parties must consent to any civilian access. What is your objective here?”
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