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Henwen Member
A Mixed Fraction of Failure
STATUS: 2021 got me hurting real bad for company... 4 yrs ago
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2021 got me hurting real bad for company...
8 yrs ago
Higher level Math is Magic and nothing is going to change my mind on this. WITCH CRAFT!
8 yrs ago
... um hi. looks like i'm not dead. fancy that.
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9 yrs ago
Started my school sched for this semester. Gonna fit in postings on the reg around friday/weekend things. Fun times will be had!
9 yrs ago
Why is "Wuthering" one of my current status options? I dont remember ever typing that...Just the one word as well. Weird.
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I'm Henwen, dayshift desk-jockey and excel wizard.
I'm not a big fan of the Now, but i love all things Past and Future to rp in. Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Steampunk, Noir and DnD-esk are what I'm here for. I thrive with worldbuilding and plotting character drama with angst alamode. I'm crafty too so expect arts of your characters and stuff because i show my love with doodles.
As far as myself personally, i am a 30 yo female from KS. The rest you'll have to get to know from me personally.
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I'm not a big fan of the Now, but i love all things Past and Future to rp in. Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Steampunk, Noir and DnD-esk are what I'm here for. I thrive with worldbuilding and plotting character drama with angst alamode. I'm crafty too so expect arts of your characters and stuff because i show my love with doodles.
As far as myself personally, i am a 30 yo female from KS. The rest you'll have to get to know from me personally.
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Sorry about that folks, I can't seem to open up free-sharing on my drive through my tablet. Probably some sort of security issue for them, but a real inconvienence for me. SO i unearthed my ages old Photobucket account.
Picture should be in the hider now! Take a look and tell me what you think!
Picture should be in the hider now! Take a look and tell me what you think!
just fyi for everyone, im working on doing some arts of the spaceship. i got the outside look done, and im going to be working on doing a tentitive 'my headcannon' blueprint of the inside. That will mostlikely be finished sometime tomorrow after ive had some sleep.
Here is the link to the finished ship. hopefully i've got the share to the right spot.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0Bw8Zt_khjJTFNjZJSHU0MGowTzA/view?usp=sharing
Here is the link to the finished ship. hopefully i've got the share to the right spot.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0Bw8Zt_khjJTFNjZJSHU0MGowTzA/view?usp=sharing
Quick question! What floor is Medical? What with one doctor on board to maintain the health and lively hood of most of this band, I'm assuming its going to be as high tec and paired down as possible. And no matter how well they ration, medical supplies are gonna get tight pretty quickly once things get hot. (Same with food and such, but yeah).
Also, where is the galley? and do they have any gym area to work off steam?
Also, where is the galley? and do they have any gym area to work off steam?
From what i've gathered we are currently underwater at the moment, so to me that says she'd be up with the pilot of this vessle or something like that...
Miles took the man's brushoff with no hard feelings, besides it had served its purpose of getting the man to step back to a more comfortable distance- unworried that the man might pinch his pockets, he'd only get coat lint if he did. Besides, a contact had been made, and like the man said information was as good as gold. Especially when that information was about what ran as gold down here- money sure would be a bit more exciting to handle down here, no more crumpled bills or jingling change. Although he still wasn't too sure what an echo actually was, or what it was worth... and some of the information the man dropped reeked of subtle hints and clues he didn't quite understand yet...
Information though, that was vital. Now he even had the Peddler's card, and that could prove to be something very useful in the future, to go with his somewhat improved directions to the Singing Mandrake.
He gave the peddler a jaunty wink and a click in response to the man's farewell before continuing on his way, hunching down in his coat with his hat dipped down, he could almost pass undistinguished through the crowd. He used to be so practiced at disappearing like this, becoming just another one of the faceless masses, but this place ran to a peculiar tempo- like jazz played in a cathedral, offbeat and ringing oddly with solum, forbidding echos. He didn't quite have the trick of it yet, maybe he never would- maybe he would- and would be forever changed for it.
Information though, that was vital. Now he even had the Peddler's card, and that could prove to be something very useful in the future, to go with his somewhat improved directions to the Singing Mandrake.
He gave the peddler a jaunty wink and a click in response to the man's farewell before continuing on his way, hunching down in his coat with his hat dipped down, he could almost pass undistinguished through the crowd. He used to be so practiced at disappearing like this, becoming just another one of the faceless masses, but this place ran to a peculiar tempo- like jazz played in a cathedral, offbeat and ringing oddly with solum, forbidding echos. He didn't quite have the trick of it yet, maybe he never would- maybe he would- and would be forever changed for it.
The theater, while unexpected on his route, was a welcome sight to see all lit up with the gilt and gaudy trappings of the opulently wealthy. And the said opulently wealthy mingling and rubbing elbows with noses held high was even better... although it did make him rather acutely aware of his rather poor and shabby self. Folks like that had so much that they didn't mind gambling some away- so there was bound to be a casino of some sorts nearby. He quickly shook off the urge however, if he ran off to find a parlor now he'd prolly never find his way back- What did they even use for cash here anyways?
As if the thought summoned him from the shadows, a precocious peddler sidled up to him- or rather The Precocious Peddler, because the fellow seemed to embody all the characteristics of those panhandling folks surface wise. From the chummy lack of personal space to the sleazy snake oil salesman charm, there could be no mistaking this man for anything but what he was. It was a little disconcerting, but still the sheer familiarity of such a character put a smile on his face.
"Say mac," Miles said upping the ante and throwing his arm over the man's shoulders, "You seem a right sort of fellow. I've heard about this honey of yours, said to be so good if you put a drop or two on your forehead your tongue'll beat your brains out trying to get at it.
"And at such bargain is mighty kind of you, but i'm a bit strapped for Echo's at the moment," He continued with a what-can-you-do grin. When in doubt it's best to assume he's not good for it. It had been so long since he'd had anything of value this reaction was a well ingrained habit by now. "I'm actually on my way to The Singing Mandrake to see a dame about a thing- if you could point me in the right direction I'd be much obliged, and when I get back in the black i'll definitely look you up about that taste of Honeyed Bliss. What do you say, pal?"
As if the thought summoned him from the shadows, a precocious peddler sidled up to him- or rather The Precocious Peddler, because the fellow seemed to embody all the characteristics of those panhandling folks surface wise. From the chummy lack of personal space to the sleazy snake oil salesman charm, there could be no mistaking this man for anything but what he was. It was a little disconcerting, but still the sheer familiarity of such a character put a smile on his face.
"Say mac," Miles said upping the ante and throwing his arm over the man's shoulders, "You seem a right sort of fellow. I've heard about this honey of yours, said to be so good if you put a drop or two on your forehead your tongue'll beat your brains out trying to get at it.
"And at such bargain is mighty kind of you, but i'm a bit strapped for Echo's at the moment," He continued with a what-can-you-do grin. When in doubt it's best to assume he's not good for it. It had been so long since he'd had anything of value this reaction was a well ingrained habit by now. "I'm actually on my way to The Singing Mandrake to see a dame about a thing- if you could point me in the right direction I'd be much obliged, and when I get back in the black i'll definitely look you up about that taste of Honeyed Bliss. What do you say, pal?"
Posted! Sorry for the delay folks!
Gus had been vibrating with excitement for the past half hour, so to prevent himself from 'messing with the radio' he'd taken his wrist-com off and put it on the other side of the room so he could actually get some work done.
So when the call finally came he somewhat over-reacted, lunging for his wrist com while already strapped into his chair and ending up an increasingly difficult battle to get the thing unlatched. The seatbelts were designed to keep them strapped in while experiencing extreme turbulence, so his exuberant thrashing only made the thing tighten its hold on him until he managed to find the release button. Finally though the contraption reluctantly let him go and he snatched up the coms.
"Ah! Yes! Hello! Doctor Angus Sorley checking in!" He practically chirped, his enthusiasm bleeding painfully into his speech and destroying all evidence of the professionalism that had been ground into him during training, "Medi Bay's fully stocked, and everyone is in full health and tiptop ship-shape. So we better do this thing now, before somebody comes down with a cold."
So when the call finally came he somewhat over-reacted, lunging for his wrist com while already strapped into his chair and ending up an increasingly difficult battle to get the thing unlatched. The seatbelts were designed to keep them strapped in while experiencing extreme turbulence, so his exuberant thrashing only made the thing tighten its hold on him until he managed to find the release button. Finally though the contraption reluctantly let him go and he snatched up the coms.
"Ah! Yes! Hello! Doctor Angus Sorley checking in!" He practically chirped, his enthusiasm bleeding painfully into his speech and destroying all evidence of the professionalism that had been ground into him during training, "Medi Bay's fully stocked, and everyone is in full health and tiptop ship-shape. So we better do this thing now, before somebody comes down with a cold."
'Give me a good old train any day,' Miles thought miserably as he heaved his guts out over the railing into the inky black of this bizarre sea- or zee rather, as they called it. He'd never had much of an opportunity to be on a boat like this before, a few ferries to quickly hop over rivers when bridges were inconvenient but never out in the wide open water like this. He'd actually been looking forward to the opportunity, until the sea-sickness set in.
He'd thought being confined to below-decks for the channel had been bad enough, huddled in a dark corner of his room with a bucket for company. But the Zee, now that brought an entirely new meaning to the world of sea-sickness. Zee-sickness was so much worse, he discovered as when they'd finally been allowed above deck the rolling of the ship had changed its peak- if a ship could roll backwards then that's what it felt like. So that's how he ended up in his current position, clinging to the ship rails like some oozing boneless slug and speaking deeply of his innards as he hung face first to the strangest waters he'd ever seen.
By the time they'd made landfall to the docks, Miles had rid himself of pretty much everything that wasn't attached to his insides and had recovered enough to pull himself into some semblance of decency. Feeling particularly less 'hardy' than usual, he picked up his coat from the ground where it had served as a pillow for his boney arse. Shaking it free of wrinkles he donned the rumpled trench like it was armor against the influences of the Zee. His hat similarly treated, the brim brushed of dirt and delicately placed on his head for fear of upsetting his already disturbed humors.
The moment the wornout soles of his shoes hit solid ground he felt instantly better, although his legs seemed convinced that 'solid' was a bit more mobile than it should be, heaving about much like the ship had. He shook off the feeling though, much more content that his stomach had decided to stay in one place. Taking in a deep cleansing breath he finally got a look around... and it was sorely a regret that his ailment had prevented him from taking in the view- it must have been spectacular.
However strange, these were city people. His people. The people who roamed docks and streets they lived and died on and walked a hundred thousand times, and apparently here they walk a hundred thousand more even after that. Miles sidestepped a particularly 'zombied' looking fellow, a muttered pardon and pointed lack of eye contact- it was only polite.
Fumbling his hand through his pockets he managed to find the note, crumpled and decidedly worse for wear during its stay on his person. The Singing Mandrake , shouldn't be too hard to find, although the directions could have been clearer, Detective Miles Hardy- having traveled miles by Zee and left less than hardy- would be up to the challenge...
Hopefully they'd have a drink or something when he got there.
He'd thought being confined to below-decks for the channel had been bad enough, huddled in a dark corner of his room with a bucket for company. But the Zee, now that brought an entirely new meaning to the world of sea-sickness. Zee-sickness was so much worse, he discovered as when they'd finally been allowed above deck the rolling of the ship had changed its peak- if a ship could roll backwards then that's what it felt like. So that's how he ended up in his current position, clinging to the ship rails like some oozing boneless slug and speaking deeply of his innards as he hung face first to the strangest waters he'd ever seen.
By the time they'd made landfall to the docks, Miles had rid himself of pretty much everything that wasn't attached to his insides and had recovered enough to pull himself into some semblance of decency. Feeling particularly less 'hardy' than usual, he picked up his coat from the ground where it had served as a pillow for his boney arse. Shaking it free of wrinkles he donned the rumpled trench like it was armor against the influences of the Zee. His hat similarly treated, the brim brushed of dirt and delicately placed on his head for fear of upsetting his already disturbed humors.
The moment the wornout soles of his shoes hit solid ground he felt instantly better, although his legs seemed convinced that 'solid' was a bit more mobile than it should be, heaving about much like the ship had. He shook off the feeling though, much more content that his stomach had decided to stay in one place. Taking in a deep cleansing breath he finally got a look around... and it was sorely a regret that his ailment had prevented him from taking in the view- it must have been spectacular.
However strange, these were city people. His people. The people who roamed docks and streets they lived and died on and walked a hundred thousand times, and apparently here they walk a hundred thousand more even after that. Miles sidestepped a particularly 'zombied' looking fellow, a muttered pardon and pointed lack of eye contact- it was only polite.
Fumbling his hand through his pockets he managed to find the note, crumpled and decidedly worse for wear during its stay on his person. The Singing Mandrake , shouldn't be too hard to find, although the directions could have been clearer, Detective Miles Hardy- having traveled miles by Zee and left less than hardy- would be up to the challenge...
Hopefully they'd have a drink or something when he got there.
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