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I'm also interested. I'm only gonna play one character, but I'm mulling two over. One is a werewolf with friendly dog energy, the other is some kind of Frankenstein-esque experiment, sent to school to learn to be a real person.
Bruce climbed the steps and almost fell behind Sa'Cha as he watched the ramp rise and the hatch close. He thought vaguely that he should be concerned about that, but was too busy wondering what sort of mechanism did the work, as he couldn't see any pistons or motors(at least not the sort he recognized).

“I need to contact my grandma,” Sa’Cha didn't seem to be speaking to anyone in particular.

"To get her permission to climb up in a alien ship?" Bruce asked, incredulous.

Zordon basically told them that they were going to be super heroes, and kindly gave an opportunity to ask him questions. Presumably about their schedule, pay and benefits for the job he was offering.

"How does your ship work?"
I dunno, eighteen to twenty one seems a little old. My parents made me drop out of society and wander the wilderness looking for pokemon when I was twelve, and I turned out just fine!
I'm pretty into the idea. I've a few concerns, and wonder how you'll handle them.

The first is that this sort of premise will lend itself to a lot of conversation, which tends to make for either very short, or else unnecessarily inflated posts. Do you have a post length guideline, or would you prefer conversations happen in collabs?

The collab idea brings up another concern, which is just that tight quarters might mean that two characters are interacting in some way in one room, but if their post slows down, or is delayed, how will another player or group of players handle that room? Basically, if we're both trying to write the same ten minute span, but I don't know what the other group does yet, it kind sticks me in place, even though I wasn't even involved in their scene. Does that make sense?
On later reflection, Bruce thought it would be nice if he had done something cool, or at least cursed at the monster or something. Instead, his first reaction was a kind of wordless scream of shock and fear, as Helia jumped in front of him.

His screaming evolved into a lot of "Got dang," and "Whoa man!" as he picked up rocks from the ground, and began to hurl them over-hand at the guard creatures. He made a point to aim over Helia's shoulder, but he was a good deal taller than her and this wasn't difficult.

After the first two rocks, Bruce realized that he was hiding from alien monsters behind his friend, and that there were two possible outcomes. One: they die, and the aliens kill Helia first to get to him. Two: they live, and he has to relive his cowardice when they discuss the event later. Both situations were just the pits, so Bruce, with a renewal of his wordless scream, threw one last rock at one of the aliens, and bolted to the side, scooping up a particularly large stone on his way.

As he ran, he saw that the creature was following him, as he had hoped/feared, and with a mighty(sort of) yell, he charged it, and brought the stone down on it. He aimed for the head, but it managed to dodge around and take the blow on the shoulder. It was then that the chime sounded, and the creature, completely ignoring its wound and assailant, turned and left.

Bruce very nearly threw the last rock at the being who later identified itself as Zordon, but by then he was confused enough to wait for it(him, he thought) to finish speaking.

When it had gone, Bruce finally dropped the rock.

"'M alive," he mumbled in response to Sa'Cha. "Dunno when Heath got here, but I reckon he's got a point. And in any case it ain't like we're leaving the cave any direction but this one, right?"
Bruce had slowed down to make sure he didn't leave anyone behind, but everyone was at least walking up the rocky beach and free of the water. Sa'Cha made a baffling proclamation, and insisted that they all keep quiet about something he was about to show them.

"Well you know I'm no gossip, but I dunno how I'll react if you're about to tell us that you're superman or something."

Bruce, utterly bemused, did not take cover at all, but luckily received no worse than a fist sized rock hitting him in the shin. He hopped up and down on one foot, and in the back of his mind he thought he might be bleeding under his pantleg. In the meantime, however, he was staring at Sa'Ca.

"Ah," he ventured.
"Well," he tried again.
"You... ain't superman," he finally got out, as he put his foot back on the ground. "But, like. Did you know this was here?" Bruce pointed at the plants mysteriously growing underground, and the even more mysterious vessel beyond. He began to limp forward.

On the way up to the cave, Bruce stopped every once in a while and made arrows on various exposed stones with the chalk he had borrowed. In the cave itself, he walked along a wall, dragging the chalk along it to leave an obvious line.

"Oh, I'm not sure I like this one, maybe we should-"

Bruce began to object, something to the effect that this whole thing was her idea, but the cave itself seemed to react to her, and soon they were all falling over each other, and sliding down into a watery cavern.

It was natural enough that they would all follow the light, and luckily it led them out of the water. Bruce, being the tallest, found his feet first, and reached to pull someone else(he wasn't sure who) toward the beach.

"Well, it ain't like you coulda predicted a god dang earthquake. I'm not sure my chalk is gonna find us a way out of here..."

He looked across the strange underground beach. Something was casting light, and he could only imagine it was a way back toward the sun. What else would even be down here?

"On the bright side, Doctor O knows where we went. If we can't find our own way out, someone'll come lookin'. But look there," he pointed across the cavern, "That's gotta be daylight, right? Let's get on up there." Bruce started trudging up the beach, his boots squelching horribly around sodden socks.
I've a specific concept in mind, however the details of the setting can be built together with my prospective partner for this.

Inspiration for the idea in general includes Gundam(Iron Blooded Orphans in particular), Dune, and a little Game of Thrones.

This is a sci fi world, but with an almost feudal system of government with noble houses serving under an empire(think Dune, if you're familiar).

An important weapon in this world is mecha. There are many that are used, but there's also a special higher classification(think gundams vs ordinary mobile suits). Most(if not all) of that higher class are owned by noble houses, but there's something about them that makes it so they "choose" their pilot, and many of them sit in storage because the houses that own them haven't found a pilot from within the family.

Your character will be the heir to one of these houses, my character will be an ordinary mecha pilot, who is discovered to be compatible with your family's special mecha. The family quietly arranges a marriage between the two characters, so that mine is technically a member of the family, and is therefore allowed to pilot it.

The RP would have a background of war and court intrigue, with this fake marriage in the foreground.

So we would have a fake marriage trope, with possible enemies-to-lovers.

A lot of the details are up for us to decide in a pre-game world building phase.

I'm not set on the gender of either character.  I'm not even set on them both being human, or even the same species as each other, if we decide this takes place in a world with aliens.

If you're interested, send me a DM, and let me know what kind of character you intend to play, as well as what you'd like to get out of the story.
"Two, then. You're tryna raise money, right?" he fished two dollar bills out of his wallet(he usually had larger denominations on him, but today had deliberately come with small bills for exactly this purpose), and handed them over.

As this transaction concluded, Sa'Cha and his friend returned, and threatened Bruce with a date unless he went to the caves. Before he had an opportunity to consider it, Bruce blurted out, "Guess I'm going..." and immediately started looking around for something. Without explaining, he approached a lady nearby who was doing sidewalk art of various dinosaurs. It was quite good, though she was using the Jurassic Park style, which was no widely considered to be inaccurate.

"Excuse me, miss? May I borrow a piece of chalk?" Though slightly confused, she handed him a blue piece that she didn't seem to think she needed for dinosaurs. Bruce walked back to the group and explained, "See, we can mark where we've come from so we don't get lost. If I'da come in my car, I'd have some rope and flashlights and stuff but..." he trailed off as he looked away and shoved both chalk and hands into his pockets. "Anyhow, we can get a move on when y'all are ready."
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