HalfOfLancelot

STARLIGHT [1980s Coming of Age Sci-Fi]

I'll have to make a post soon! I'm freeeeee for a day and so.

A new post makes my dick rockhard.

@Mr Allen J

TMI

jk it's actually not enough info. i require more.

Star Trek: To Boldy Go

_{Collab With: @McHaggis}

Caelum slept better than he usually did with the promise of active service looming once more on the horizon. Space was comforting, like a blanket––a dark, empty blanket with pinpricks of stars and certain death by asphyxiation. By the time the Orion was set to depart Earth, the customary dark circles under his eyes were nowhere to be found, and there was a certain lightness in his step as he swanned past the various new medical personnel, forgetting faces and names almost instantly.

In the space of two and a half hours, he had reorganized his old notes from Plagueship: Infectious Diseases On Board––a textbook he swore by since the CMO on his first residency off-world recommended it––and skipped through an alphabetical list of important medicines in his head before double-checking with the inventory list. Such work was for the staff, and he could have delegated, but there was nothing wrong with doing something twice, especially not if in six months it could be the difference between life and death-by-brain-eating-parasite.

But in the end, there was only so much tedium he could take, and it was the sixth minute of stroking the sharp spines of his pet cactus (the only exception he made to the spick and span medical lab; a slight untidiness on otherwise clinically clean surfaces) and the eighth jag that almost drew blood that had him realise he really ought to find something else to do.

Break involved a walk: a chat with an engineer on terms that Caelum only had the vaguest familiarity with (because he was never one for that), two minutes of dietary recommendations to a panicked girl in a red shirt whose first voyage began in about two hours, and ending up at Science for ‘business’.

William, on the other hand, was, as his mother always put after hot, summer day, ‘Rode hard and put away wet.’ Preparations took a toll on William, enough that he wandered most of Orion’s science division sneering and almost literally snarling. Only thirty minutes in and he’d already sent a kid to his bunk red faced and puffy eyed. He’d apologize later; having one’s ideas shot down never was pleasant.

The rest of his hours, he’d spent inside one of the ship’s labs - dubbed, his lab purely because that’s where he logged most of his hours. Those thirty minutes wandering had been the only thirty minutes inside the ship not working. Sensors had to read accurately, anything and everything that could go wrong had to be closely monitored, and not only that but his own theoretical research had gone upend and blown up in his face (not literally, this time). At least his lab remained pristine.

That’s likely the thing about William. On the surface, he seemed loud and raucous. Just that fact brought on various (wrong) assumptions of his own intellect. Beneath, William had very precise ways of looking at things, taking in information, and observing practically anything that could prove useful to him and his research later. That meant William kept a tidiness not usually akin to what people thought of him. It’s the number one reason why only a select few, likely senior, science officers even stepped into the same lab. What better way not to piss off the supervisor, boss-man than refusing to even be in the same vicinity as him.

That hard disconnect, between work and play, drove a deep wedge between William and his younger, newer subordinates. It didn’t help that his accent got incredibly thick when he found himself livid; anger filled his words with nonsense idioms that sprang to mind. Of course, there were a select few that found William tolerable, endearing even. Caelum was hardly one of them, but they were fast friends regardless. It helped that a lot of their work intersected: Caelum epidemiology put him in William’s realm of study. Somewhat. If there was any science officer that could aid the CMO to the greatest effect, it was likely William.

The moment Caelum even so much as walked past William’s lab, the door sprang open, a hand reached out, and it forcibly pulled the man inside. “I need some assistance,” William drew, tacking on a clumsy “pardner,” at the end. He had about as much aplomb as an elephant, at the moment. “My damnable ex-cadets decided they’d have some great fun genetically splicing some of the ship’s rations,” he started almost immediately, moving away from Caelum toward a petri dish of sliced something, “they’ve irradiated a few boxes, though I made sure to order double the replacements. Now I just gotta clean their mess.”

William paused, his head swiveled to stare at Caelum. He eyed the officer, once, twice over before sighing. “My ma woulda killed me for my incredible lack of manners.” After setting some of his equipment down, William walked over toward his long time friend and braced Caelum by his shoulders. “Would ya kindly help me out, darlin’?” he said, a slow, deliberate, thick draw of an exhausted tone leaving his lips, “I just need some of your medical officers to scan any of the old shipment of foodstuffs in order to make sure I ain’t missin’ a few irradiated bananas. I’ve got all the ones I found in this lab’s hazard room and am testin’ a few decontaminated ones to make sure they ain’t got no viruses or any other contaminatin’ contagions. Whaddya say, bud?”

Long since accustomed to a lack of small talk (and the strangeness of being called ‘pardner’ by a modern day cowboy-turned-Chief Science Officer), Caelum took only thirty seconds to translate. The cogs could be seen turning behind a momentarily furrowed brow. “Before I agree, what on Earth did they splice it with? And––no, never mind, I don’t need to know why. Cadets.”

They were all the same, but then again, a younger Caelum hadn’t tried genetically modifying fruit.

He leaned back against the wall beside the closed door, crossing his arms. “I’m guessing you scared ‘em off. Why make them fix up their own mistakes if you can make them cry, right?” It was sarcastic––the exact sort of sarcasm that Caelum let slip around Hackett most of the time. Serving on the same ship for more than a year gave him free reign to pick on the officer’s deplorable people skills. The concept of ‘Southern Charm’ was clearly a lie.

William gave a tight lipped smile - the kind of sneer only a Southern man could achieve. “Absolutely. Better to be feared than loved, my ma always used to say.” Clearly a lie and Caelum would likely see right through it. It tended to happen when one prefaced everything with, ‘My mama always used to say,’ and then some garbage that no mother would tell their son.

The camaraderie felt nearly palpable, or at least in a sarcastic sense. Regardless, William waved off the jab for a moment to gesture toward the petri dish. “They thought, ‘Why would we need replicators if we could make food replicate itself?’ Amateurish,” William scoffed, “They tampered with a replicator, spliced whatever element they deemed appropriate with this here banana and thought it’d just suddenly work. Bless their hearts.” Faulty science. Well, not faulty. It was sound logic, just the methods used were seen as deplorable. A few experiments - lousy ones - didn’t suddenly mean full success. Failure, in science, was a necessary application. Both William and Caelum knew that well enough, though Will assumed Dr. Cassidy’s failures had a more immediate impact.

“Contaminated a nice section of our emergency supply with a great, big ol’ dose of radiation.” William finished with a pause, and then, “By the way, how was your day, good Doc? Nah, I don’t really care. Come help me ‘fore I scalp myself.”

“This is grunt work. Friends don’t ask friends to do grunt work,” Caelum noted, as if Hackett didn’t already know, but took the necessary steps to the nearest free lab space, rolling up his sleeves. “You’ve got me for thirty minutes before I have to go do, you know, medical duties. Check-ups. And, in return for this––” Caelum, since it seemed to be the done thing, gestured at the petri dish. He didn’t even know what mysterious splicing it contained yet, but he could only assume it to be bad. “First: you owe me help in the medical lab; I’m doing some research and I need a half-decent lab partner. Grunt work for grunt work.”

He paused, then offered a fleeting grin. “Second: cards when you’re free? It’s weird being back after shore leave; I could use something to keep me busy.”

After the recent years, the parents’ death, the return to Starfleet, the coming onto the Orion, it felt nice having something familiar to fall back to. Of course, William refused to acknowledge that out of some dumb masculine pride - or rather, he’d rather not feed Caelum’s non-existent ego. He smiled still and dug into work, letting the triviality lull him into a relaxed state. “You got yourself a deal, pardner,” William nodded, “I can’t deny any chance of takin’ all your hard earned spirits. And I mean both: your competitive spirit and that whiskey I know you got hidin’ in your quarters.”

At that, Caelum could only marvel. “You really are a stereotype.”

“I do make my mama proud. Did. I did. Whatever. Shut up, yer Euro slang’s trippin’ me up.”

Star Trek: To Boldy Go

*Shakes fist*

@McHaggis HAS ABANDONED ME WITH OUR AWFUL TIMING. But, we're keepin' on schedule. Collab is coming along nicely and definitely should be finished within the estimated time frame.

Wrath of the Gods

<Snipped quote by McHaggis>

WHAT WAS THAT I COULDN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF ME POSTING MY CS

_{it only took me 5 days to finish shhhHHHHH}

now to write... another cs.........

@Undine

*quietly coughs*

It's a new fad. The GM and Co-GMs post their CSes last, dontcha know? *sweats*

Star Trek: To Boldy Go

*Quietly wheezes*

I'm shooting for a post for William tomorrow!

@HalfOfLancelot

Oh! I lied, but not because I'm lazy it's because I'm lazy but @McHaggis and I plan on doin' a collab sometime this weekend!

STARLIGHT [1980s Coming of Age Sci-Fi]

@McHaggis

Tfw you immediately know what she's talking about. c; It's pretty obvious if you have the info we do. Ahaha..

That's the point. That's why we have the info. Shut up, I want to feel important, so I'm going to put some blinders on and act like I'm special.

Just two more posts to go until we are officially on the second page of the IC. ;D

Star Trek: To Boldy Go

*Quietly wheezes*

I'm shooting for a post for William tomorrow!

In Search of Knights (18+)

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Anywhere, preferably. I'm just popping my head in here with a thread of my own hoping to pick up maybe one or two One-on-Ones to kind of kick start myself into writing. And also to force me into some kind of better time management. I'm currently working three days out of the week, and in school the other four. However, I don't tend to spend my time wisely, hence why I'm in so many Group Roleplays. As long as you're willing to work with me and my schedule, I'll likely be committed to whatever we have planned. Just know, that if I'm responding to all of these threads it's because I'm an active person Out Of Character; I find time between the things I do, be it homework, studying, working, etc. to keep in touch with people. Just because I'm talking to peeps in roleplays I GM or Co-GM, it doesn't mean I'm ignoring my responsibility to you. I'll even gladly talk to you OOCly because I love talking to people as long as there's a monitor in front of me and I don't have to actually vocalize myself. ;p

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❱❱❱ Guidelines

❖ Looking for Casual standards simply because this isn't something I'm going to be taking incredibly seriously. As in, I'm not going to treat this like I would a college essay or a dissertation. I want to have fun and I want to have fun with another person.

❖ That being said, I do request that there be no posts less than one-paragraph. I'm one of those guys who gives as much as they get, but only to a certain extent.

❖ I really don't care if you flake on me; I won't hold it against you, won't black list you, won't pester you. If you're not feeling the RP, by all means, you can leave. I'm not putting you on a leash; we aren't signing a contract. If you don't like where this is going, you aren't obligated to tell me. Now, I would appreciate it because there might just be some thing we can fix, but sometimes literally beating a dead horse is a better pass time than metaphorically beating a dead horse. But, just as a preface: I do hope you have a good rest of the week and find a roleplay and roleplayer more suitable to your liking - I enjoyed whatever we did or will perhaps do in the future. :)

❖ Now, to contradict myself: I enjoy communication and I'd definitely like it if you did as well. We don't have to talk all the time, but having some kind of basis there, a form of connection, will do us wonders - the more we're friends, the more you're inclined to tell me what you want to do differently or that you aren't feeling the RP anymore.

❖ The 18+ is there because I do enjoy mature content, but that's not the entire reason. I'm just not comfortable roleplaying with anyone younger than 18 in an environment where it's only the two of us, basically in a room together, alone.

❖ I literally could care less about your actual gender. Just be comfortable with the fact that, when it comes to romance, I'm a strictly M/M kind of guy.

❖ Saying that, I'm more than comfortable with playing any kind of gender - I love writing women in various roles. But, if we're going to do romance (and we're 99% going to do romance) I'm a gay man and I'm only interested in writing romance between two men.

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Right at this moment, I'm only looking for Fandom related content. I want to get this out of the way prior, though, before I get into an inevitable list of things I'm hoping to do: I don't do OC/Canon. Most, if not all of my own experiences writing these types of pairings has always ended in me playing the canon character, carrying the plot, and living out the other person's fantasies with little regard for my own. They've left a sour taste in my mouth, so if we're doing this, you're going to have to convince me very thoroughly. I suggest you don't attempt to, to save any hassle and time.

With that said, I tend to lean more towards fandom related ships, but also love creating my own character in an OC/OC pairing. But, just because we only list two characters, doesn't mean I'm not opening to playing more than one. In fact, I'm fairly experienced in playing at least four characters a roleplay. I say experienced, I mean I'm impulsive and have issues.

_{If you know me, have ever talked to me, have seen me around here, you'll know exactly which ship pairing I live for.}

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❱❱❱ Fandoms

❖ Marvel Cinematic Universe
❖ Marvel Comics
❖ DC
❖ Overwatch
❖ Supernatural
❖ Disney
❖ Resident Evil
❖ Mass Effect
❖ Star Wars
❖ Star Trek
❖ Man From U.N.C.L.E.
❖ Metal Gear Solid
❖ Dragon Age
❖ Kingsman: The Secret Service
❖ Anything Batman (I know DC. Shut up)
❖ Anything Avengers/Captain America (MCU yeah Sh. I know. SH)
❖ Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (starting to see a trend here?)

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(Note: There are way too many pairings Canon/Canon wise to list them all here. If you're interested in a fandom or two, I do request that you list out your pairings for them. If you don't want to do that, then just ask me to and I will. If you want both of us to do so, then... yeah... I can't object to that.

If it's OC/OC, then clarify that, as well so I know what to expect.)

The list is by no means exhaustive, so I'll likely add on to it. It's just really late here and I'm slowly dying as I write all of this. Please, if there's a fandom or a pairing you're very enthused about, shoot me a PM, or put a post up here. If I'm not for it, I'll tell you, but if it intrigues me, I'll send you a PM about it and we'll discuss details when we're both free.

If there's something on the list that interests you, I do request that you send me a PM (but if you really don't like doing that, just post here) with your ideas for pairings. If you have an idea for it, shoot. If you don't and would like to hear my own, say so. I'm very accommodating and love to make things easy for people. I'm a nice guy. I like talking to people. I won't bite your head off. This is where that adage, "They're probably more scared of you than you are of them," comes in handy... because it's likely true for me. ;p I'm repeating myself a lot here, but I feel it works to get a point clear and concisely put across.

Now, if you really, really, really don't want to do a fandom roleplay and want something original, but also really want to roleplay with me, shoot me a PM with your idea. I'm not gonna throw a bunch of 'em out there just because it's not exactly what I'm seeking, but I'll give anything a shot if you give me a chance.

I also don't care where we do our RP. My absolute preference is PM, but with this PM system still in the works, it can likely get lost quickly. If you prefer thread, then I'm more than willing to oblige, but just know that I'm also more than willing to do this over Skype or some kind of IM service, even e-mails. I'll just have to download it if it's not through Skype or Discord.

I also want to make a point: If something isn't on that list I gave you, don't assume I won't do it. As long as it's not anime that I'm unfamiliar with (ugh, I'm only familiar with Kill La Kill, Naruto, Bleach, and One Piece, to be honest, I'm sorry. I'm not a big Anime guy) I think I laid out a pretty good clue as to what I'm more than likely interested in, as a whole. If you're in doubt, send me a PM anyway. I won't yell, bite, or snap at you.

Wrath of the Gods

@Witch Cat

Magic's tricky. ;p Your powers are something else entirely and we'll help you tone it down a knotch. There's no issue with growing stronger, it's just... We can't start out so strong right now.

Wrath of the Gods

@Holy Soldier

Hogwash or not, the CS is the general outline for how you intend to play your character. Being presumptuous with your personality traits just makes you look like an asshole. Just because you have agency over how you're playing your character doesn't immediately refute the argument. But, that's all I'll say about it - it's morning, I have class. If you'd like to continue arguing you can take it to PMs like Undine said.