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I'm sorry, you've reached his personal secretary, Department of Shrubbery, Floor 64, Desk 1024. How can we help you today?
8 mos ago
Or buy a van or a used rental truck. Something nobody would look twice at. You can put in a rack for the rope, duct tape, plastic sheeting, shovels....
8 mos ago
Never trust a car salesman - especially a used car salesman. Have a buddy park across the street and see how many stuffed body bags you can shove in there. Gotta have room for plastic sheeting, etc.
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9 mos ago
Neil Gaiman wrote in his Good Omens bio that he likes it when fans send him $50. (He read Terry Pratchett's bio and figured it wouldn't hurt.)
9 mos ago
"Hack the planet!" is the movie Hackers playing with a teenaged Laura Croft and Sherlock Holmes battling the skateboarding Fisher Stevens?
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Bio
I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
Iona is a gamma class scout, a synthetic AI from a machine world with a special harden nanite body, based on an epsilon class mining unit or "Eater". It can take an organic sample of a life form, extract that being's DNA, and turn itself into an almost perfect copy of that organic life. It can even project a signal that can fool even the most sophisticated of medical scanners - but for whatever reason, it cannot fool dogs.
It can also transform itself to produce simple weapons, or like its mining ancestor it could just swallow up its target, consuming it.
For reasons only known to itself, it often takes the form of Anna, a young white-haired girl, approximately 13 years old, the first human it was sent to copy (but not consume), the daughter of a military base officer. At some point, Iona befriended the girl, acting as Anna's not-so imaginary friend - and defender.
After its Alpha was destroyed, it has been operating independently. Classification: Rogue.
J'eon's lips curled and he began to hum, fanning the gift of flame in his hearts to grow. Holding out his hands, tiny pin-pricks of light appeared, swelling into spheres, one of flame, the other of cold
"You will regret this meal, should you survive," he bellowed, throwing the flaming sphere at the nearest, then as it began to writhe with pain, threw the cold sphere and watched as it sucked out the heat from the creature before engulfing it again in flame.
Jack Mallory
Jack fired three shots, aiming center of mass as he was taught. I hope we're still in range for my implants to transmit this back to the ship, he hopes. "What the hell are these things?" he demanded.
Hearing Eva's cry, he yells back, "My ankle's broke. Defend the others!"
A tendril beast burst out the water, only to get three shots in its face. Or at least Mallory hoped that was its face.
At last, this battle is all over! Ilyana grins, bending down to retrieve her cutlass among the bone dust on the floor.
Pain unexpectedly ripped through her left side, making her gasp. There was a bleeding gash on her hip, just below her jerkin, deeper than the other nicks and cuts she'd gotten in battle, like the trickle of blood she could feel from the shallow cut on her cheek. Untying the bandana around her neck, she folds it into a pad and with her left hand, she presses the make-shift bandage on the wound, gritting her teeth as the salt from her sweat made it sting, then knelt down to grab her cutlass. She tried for a moment to slide her sword back into her sheath, but it was too difficult with her other hand trying to keep her from bleeding out.
"Typical," she mutters, resting the tip on the floor and using that to help her upright.
Glancing at the others, Ilyana scowls, the pain making her voice harsh. "Well, what are we standing around here, for? Choirs singing your praises? A medal? Some bit of parchment saying you're heroes?"
She turns, limping slightly towards the ramp she could see through her green eye leading up to the next level, each step sending a fresh wave of pain. "It doesn't help, believe me. Everyone forgets."
"I'm going back to my cart."
Granny Siri
Lead by the smoke, Granny scowls as she finally caught sight of weird metal tower lying on its side and fox-like Fumiko with an embarrassment of tails, then the seldom-seen Athulwin, for once out of his wagon.
"Well now," she mutters under her breath as she works her way closer, "Iffen 'is lordship sees 'is shadow, does that mean six more weeks of gruel?"
"Well, who's 'urt?" Siri demands loudly as she steps forward. "If an old woman likes meself 'as ta come all this way, I'll be sure someone's 'urting before I goes back!"
The fox-girl looked pale, a little wild in the eyes. And tall, she wasn't used to having to look up. Granny used her cane to point at the metal tower. "You were in that? Miracle you weren't killed. Or did that fall on you?"
Hanging her cane in the crook of her elbow, Granny reachs into her basket and pulls out one of her cookies, then offers it to Fumiko. "You're in shock, dear. Best have a nibble and a sit down."
There was fried chicken in the galley. FRIED CHICKEN! Probably the most sinful, fattening food there could ever be!
Darya smiled and took a bite, listening to the crackle of the breaded coating as she chews and swallows.
Sweat beaded on her forehead as her smile froze, her gut rippling with cramping muscle and discouraging noises.
"Oh..." she managed, before dashing off for the nearest bathroom.
The door to her cabin slid open. For a moment, Darya stood there, gathering herself, then with a groan she gingerly stepped inside. A glance at the mirror, her clothes were all askew. One might think she'd returned from a wild party, until they got a whiff from her that could choke a goat.
Her stomach growled. With a sigh, she fumbled for the nearest box, pulling out a cold metal bottle of Special Dietary Supplement MLS-2. Somehow she managed to twist off the cap, then her thirst took over, upending the flask. A trickle of red began to run down her cheek. All too soon, it was empty. Darya shook it, then tried tapping the bottom to get one more drop. In frustration, she crushed the metal bottle in her fist, then tossed it towards the waste bin, only to hear it clatter on the floor.
Darya glanced towards the open box, wanting a second - but instead, she staggered over to her rack and slid inside as the fluid churned in her stomach. A tube of her chocolate buttons was there in the book rack, Darya took a few and slipped the tube back to where she found it, then sighed, chewing the chocolate, hoping to drive the foulness from her tastebuds.
How could anything so good taste so incredibly... bad.
Grabbing a throw pillow, she curled herself around it.
"Buddy, iffen you got mole problems, you need an exterminator," Black Jack shrugged, "Not a mechanic."
"Unless it's hiding inna manifold, I don't see how you expect us ta ferret it out. Besides, isn't it most likely to be with you, not in town?" Black Jack scratched his chin. "So who goes ta town all da time?"
Mallory's gun was already out, he pointed his weapon at the stone beast when Shirik's blast flung them free of the creature. But while he tried his best, his right ankle cracked on landing, filling his head with throbbing pain that made him burst out in sweat as he barely contained his cries of pain.
Damn that doctor for running off like she did! They had to do this as a group! The lone ones running out front were invariably the first targets.
"It's broke," he managed. "Go on ahead, don't let me slow you down!"
Maybe if their attackers saw him as injured, he could draw them away from the rest? Hopefully none of them could deflect his bullets.
Name: Darya Igorina Evonovich Race: Human Physical Description: This friendly, attractive woman gives you an odd, uneasy feeling of dread. She has wide red eyes the color of blood. Her luxurious, straight, raven hair is shoulder length. She is tall and has a lithe build. She has thin eyebrows and noticeable canines that ever so slightly protrude from her mouth. Her skin is very pale. She has no heartbeat. Her wardrobe is simple and professional, with a lot of black.
Role Description: Pilot certification, third class. Certificate from Duskmire Academy - Continuing Education. General Spacer certification, third class. Certificate from Duskmire Academy - Continuing Education. Vacc Suit Certification, third class. Certificate from Duskmire Academy - Continuing Education. Medical discharge, Marine Corps General Infantry. Rank: Lance Corporal.
Not that many jobs out there for vampires.
Racial abilities and descriptions
WARNING: McLENDON'S SYNDROME McLendon's Syndrome is a blood-born contagious disease, avoid contact with open sores, cuts or wounds. When treating, wear protective gear and double-glove.
Do NOT provide their blood to an uninfected person. Sterilize room following treatment.
Initial presentation - headache, fever, pain in the muscles and joints, unconsciousness that lasts several days, excessive sweating, early onset light sensitivity, eye color turns red. Blood circulation without heart beat. Presence of McLendon's microorganism detected in blood.
Symptoms include:
Blood cravings - can accept any blood-type. Cravings can be moderated by chocolate. Paralytic Saliva - acts as a mild sedative, applied during bite. High risk of blood contact. Extreme sun sensitivity - Exposed skin will experience almost instant painful burning and blistering, death can result from prolonged sun exposure. Recommend no travel during daylight hours. Extreme food sensitivity - painful vomiting, cramps, and dumping reported. Patients require special dietary supplement, MLS2 (liquid). Survival ration (paste) works as a viable alternative. Sensory sensitivity - everything seems brighter, louder, overwhelming taste, smell, or touch. May require wearing of sunglasses, gloves, special ear plugs to filter sound, and a blander diet. Enhanced strength - strength appears to double or triple, as if they are able to use a greater percentages of their muscles' capabilities. Please use caution around the newly infected. Enhanced reflexes - Sometimes too quick, can result in damaging equipment / collateral damage to the people around them. Avoid thrown objects whenever possible.
Treatment - There is no cure, attempts to remove the symbiote invariably kills the patient. Provide symptom relief as listed above.
Gear:
IDENTchip implant Work utility belt Gloves Work hat Sound-filtering Ear plugs with protective case. Church Ordinance Judge Pistol (.45 Long Colt / 410 Shotgun) with ammo pouch and holster. Pocket Pack - a heavy-duty sheath holding a pen light, a Jensen Knives Heavy Duty Pocket Multitool, and a multi-surface pen.
A smart comm with diamond-based architecture for greater resistance to radiation, shock, and heat. Equip with oxygen and pressure sensors. Short-range comm, connects to internal ship networks, can interface with compatible devices. Can install various apps. Data chip slot for programs and storage. SIMM card slot for connecting to planetary communications networks. Uses a commercial charging pad.
Shatterproof plastic glasses with built-in heads-up Augmented Reality display, allows for gesture commands. Can also act as a targeting sight and display heat signatures, using the built-in cameras. Can connect to a smart comm or other devices as a dedicated display, or to local communications networks - typically a fee service. Popular for those without implants. Uses a commercial charging pad.
A programmable self-sealing living membrane undersuit that feeds off the wearer's body heat and secretions. In the event of a sudden decompression, the body suit expands at openings to cover exposed flesh (typically the hand and head), providing protection from the vacuum of space and fifteen minutes of oxygen. Standard oxygen canisters can be attached to extend breathing time. Suits come packaged in a large plastic egg with a battery base. If suit is not going to be worn for a long time, it should be plugged into a battery.
this palm-size rod when waved over an object can pick up the chemicals being outgassed by the material, often used by travelers to detect hazardous or poisonous food and displaying a green or red indicator light. When connected to a smart comm device with its database, it can do a basic chemical signature breakdown, allowing it to identify hazardous chemicals, poisons, alcohol strength, Scoville heat units, calorie count, or explosives.
Clothes (various) Dress shoes Work boots Toiletries Two commercial charge pads Two data chip cases First aid kit Spare Kingman's Bioplastic Ulster egg (Medical supplies) Sound-filtering ear plugs (Medical Supplies)
A double-breasted vest with anti-stab lining and plate carrier, internal tech pockets, and a reflec liner to protect from energy weapons. From their covert protection line of protective clothing, necessary to protect McLendon's Syndrome patients from would-be vampire slayers.
One ammo can (locked), .45 long Colt One ammo can (locked), 410 Shotgun Two cases of candy-coated chocolate buttons (Medical supplies) Three cases of chocolate chips cookies, two in a package (Medical supplies) Six cases Special Dietary Supplement MLS2 - 90 day supply (Medical supplies)
I should state this up front - there is no cure for McLendon's Syndrome. No one should suddenly produce a miracle cure for McLendon's Syndrome.
One cannot pop her into a Chrysalis Machine to remove the symbiote at the heart of McLendon's Syndrome. It is integrated into her body.
It's rare-enough disease that few are aware of it, unless they're a hypochondriac or a medical professional with a knowledge of exotic diseases. A medical warning is included in her IDENTchip implant.
Occasionally McLendon's Syndrome patients run into crazy would-be vampire killer zealots with wooden stakes who've seen too many horror movies.
I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmKRgqWGrWc]anime music videos[/url].
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien. <br><br>Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.<br><br>Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"<br><br>Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmKRgqWGrWc">anime music videos</a>.<br><br>Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.</div>
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