Irell Starling

[Casual - Advanced] Seeking Long-term, Literate, and Imaginative Role-players!

Are you still looking for a partner? If so, feel free to PM me.

Seeking creative, patient, and friendly partners!

Hello!

I like the brief but intriguing plot about the mysterious disease. I was thinking something more along the lines of fantasy/magic and less science fiction. What direction were you thinking of when you came up with this plot?

Crows Nest. Looking for Partners. -ignore count-

Hello! I think we would make great partners but unfortunately like you, I don't have any ideas at the moment. My favorite thing about your intro post is your feeling towards High School RPGs. It made me laugh. :) Anyways, if you would like to learn about my expectations you can follow this link here to my old 1x1 interest check. Mind you, it hasn't been edited for about a year but I still feel it holds useful information.

Toughlover's 1x1 search!

Hello!

What did you have in mind when it came to a Game of Thrones RPG? I've read all 5 books but I've only watched the show through season 3.

Sorry. It looks like I'm booked for partners at the moment. Maybe some other time.

Escape from Syrae (Irell Starling)

Ryen felt a shift in the world around her as the journal she’d been working on slid out from under her pen creating a black streak across the page. The specialized ink would have continued on the floor as well if it weren’t for its impervious polyvinyl coating. What was going on? Ryen scrambled to her feet. It was more difficult than she’d expected. Something seemed to be going wrong with the ship’s gravity controls. The fluctuations were small enough but hard to anticipate. Usually the ship’s gravity worked to counteract directional movement with finite precision. Had the autopilot somehow been damaged during takeoff? If so, why was it now just having issues?

Ryen was just about to slide open her room’s door when Lazlo’s voice broken the silence. ”Forget Maria’s announcement, we’re going to be there in ten minutes…”

Ryen groaned and angrily shook her fist angrily at the intercom. ”Maria!” Ryen demanded, still glaring, ”Why did we just experience minor fluctuations to the ship’s gravity?” Along with Lazlo’s announcement she had a growing suspicion.

The reply was short in coming. ”These occurred shortly after the ship was taken off auto-pilot by our captain.”

”You forgot to insert the word bakadus, opillas, or even pretentious. Just hope he doesn’t kill us before we land.” It was a shame that Lazlo didn’t trust the ship’s AI to do its job. But what was her father always saying? You can’t plan for stupid.

”I was not given the ability to hope, Mechanic.”

”I suppose note. It might go against the ‘I’ part of AI. But you could probably calculate the odds- no don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

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Ryen adjusted the Arubiat scarf on her head once again while studying herself in the bathroom mirror. She’d picked it up on her last voyage from Syrae and had left it at the bottom of her bag ever since. It was designed to be worn so that only the left eye and eyebrow were exposed to view. They were traditionally worn on some Federation planets that had arid climates. She just hoped it wouldn’t seem out of place on a Federation Stronghold. Maybe if she was lucky the proper authorities had already caught her father’s murders back on Syrae. Maybe once she’d fled the planet the people who had been after her in her apartment had given up. But she couldn’t shake the fear. Couldn’t stop thinking about her father’s face when he’d warn her something like this might happen all those years ago. It was best not to take any chances.

Ryen turned back to her room and fought hard not to relax her right eye as her brain struggled with the overlapping scenes, one in full color, the other in haze a muted greys. Despite her first urge to carry everything she owned on her back like she had first done when boarding the ship, Ryen had opted to only take essentials- her father’s journal and her translations, her ID card, some dehydrated fruits she’d made in the replicator earlier in the week but hadn’t finished yet, and something sharp she’d borrowed off Quincy in the first few days of the flight. At least he hadn’t asked too many questions about that one. Ryen wasn’t sure if she should be glad or not that the doctor had assumed she’d wanted it as possible defense against their captain. As for her other possessions, well if she couldn’t make it back on the ship to get her extra clothes and self-sanitizing toothbrush she had bigger problems.

Outside her room the hallways were eerily quiet and since they’d been docked for a bit already, she guessed everyone else had already disembarked. At least until she almost ran headfirst into Quincy. Ryen eyed his bulging bag critically while his eyes in turn flicked over her outfit.

”You look guilty,” Ryen said trying not to think too hard about just what the doctor had managed to fit in the bag and the reason why.

”So do you,” he replied, picking up the edge of her scarf briefly before moving around her to press the elevator’s call button. ”Afraid someone will recognize you? If you’re not to blame for your father’s death, and I don’t think you are, then why are you hiding?”

”That’s what I want to know.” Ryen said under her breath. She didn’t know if the doctor had heard her or not. When she turned around the elevator doors were already shut.

The mechanic tried not to groan as she turned around a hallway and saw Lazlo standing there, guarding the exit. Did he know she’d also swiped something from the medical bay? Probably not. Besides it was relatively inexpensive and easy to replace.

”Good morning,” Ryen said trying to sound casual. Ryen looked down to see a small device in Lazlo’s hand and guessed at its purpose. She slipped a hand in her side pocket and gave him her card trying not to feel too guilty. As far as she was concerned, she hadn’t done anything yet that had warranted pay and if she did decide not to continue on with him she didn’t want to feel like she owed him. As soon as the card left her hand, sudden thought had flashed across her mind. What if her card no longer worked? What if someone had shut her bank account down? What if the people who were after her used the transaction information to locate her? What if… what if…

Escape from Syrae (Irell Starling)

So weird. I guess a banned user posted in out IC. Anyways, I plan on having something up by the end of this weekend. I've been brainstorming.

Escape from Syrae (Irell Starling)

As long as you still have interest, I don't mind waiting. :)

Escape from Syrae (Irell Starling)

I understand. I'm now at a point where I would like to and have the ability to respond more frequently. I recently found out that I am pregnant and have been spending the past few weeks battling a lethal combination of nausea and fatigue. It's thankfully, finally starting to wear off.

Escape from Syrae (Irell Starling)

Ryen looked down at her plate with interest and delight. Picking up her fork, she licked it clean of the pink sauce and tapped it gently against the cube. Leaning in close, she watched it jiggle back and forth for a bit until the motion gradually ceased. She tapped the cube a little harder and watched its movement again. ”Interesting…the material properties are almost like…” Raising her fork, she gave it a good push. The cube threatened to crack by remained whole. ”Fascinating.” Scooping up the cube she leaned in close, studying the diffraction gradient. Around her, her other crew mates were busy stuffing their cubed samples to the mouths but Ryen was in her own little world. Under her finger, the surface was smooth and lukewarm and had the slightest give. Meanwhile her mind was awhirl with the facts Lazlo had told them about the cube’s digestive properties. Did it have enzyme to help the intestine? Or was it more like when certain birds ate sand and dirt? If it affected teeth, why didn’t it cut through soft tissue? What was it made of? ”What do you think? Like it?” Ryen almost jumped out of her seat. She sheepishly looked over at the captain as the rest of the crew turned their attention back to her. ”It’s… interesting.” ”So are you going to taste it or are you going to play with it all day.” This comment came from Quincy who was standing curiously closenext to the shoot for the ship’s incinerator. There was something about the gleam in his eye that Ryen didn’t like. She looked down at her fork again. When she’d asked Lazlo for a piece, the thought of actually putting the substance in her mouth had never come to mind. Her green eyes flicked around to the rest of the crew. Ellie’s face looked sympathetic, Gunther’s wary, Lazlo’s a cat-like indifference. Tentatively, Ryen shaved off a piece which, as predicted, took on a cube-like form. Using her tongue, she gently mashed it against the roof of her mouth until it formed smaller and smaller cubes she could swallow. Around her people seemed to be holding their breath in expectation. ”It’s alright.” she announced, activity choosing not to take another bite. ”It’s a bit… busy.” She eyed Lazlo, wondering what his game was. Did the guy truly like that sort of thing? Was he testing them? Or was he trying to impress them with his knowledge about bizarre and exotic foods? All and all it was a strange choice for breakfast the first day aboard the ship. Maybe he had chosen the dish, simply because he could? ”Did it taste like steak?” This came from Gunther. If Quincy had an addiction to cigs, Gunther certainly had one to cooked meat. ”No,” Ryen said and thought back, ”Peppered Snatchback, apple-pie pudding, and at the end… my mother’s favorite flowers- Old Earth roses. Defiantly not steak.”

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Ryen tapped the pen against her mouth and uncrossed her legs again. This wasn’t as easy as she’d originally thought. Ellie had been right. The missing planet’s name was Beclaeobus but that had been days ago and she hadn’t made much progress. Oh she had the general gist of things but the pattern of words in her father’s journal seemed to go arise every time she got to an important person, place, or subject. Often enough, even context clues couldn’t tell her which. It was clear that her father had started the journal before he and her mother had met but a few years into his scientific career. Not surprisingly, it contained some references to artificial intelligence. Ryen couldn’t help shake the feeling that the experiments described in the first few pages didn’t seem to be exactly on the up and up. Ryen knew or at least had thought she’d been the only person her father had installed a memory chip on. However, it seemed like she hadn’t been his only human test subject by far. She had never thought of the possibility before but now that the journal was forcing the issue to light, it made sense. Would her father have put his only child under the knife if he had no experience previously? Was her brain chip the first of many? The only one he’d been able to keep when he fled? Was it some sort of fluke? A trial run? She didn’t know but suspected the answer lied in the still thousands of uncyphered words. So far she’d been able to decode ten pages at best. The journal had been her main way of passing time aboard the ship since Lazlo had most of the ship’s technological bays off limits and the FES Maria currently needed little mechanical upkeep. Other times she’d spend hours with Quincy, Ellie, and the rest in the mess hall playing games or just talking about by gone times. Gunther told the best stories even if they tended to end rather abruptly. Ryen rubbed her eyes, foreign symbols endlessly repeated under her eyelids. ”We will be arriving at our destination in approximately one hour.” the AI chimed, ”Please make all necessary landing preparations.” Ryen sat up and peeked outside her window. In the far distance a Federation cargo ship could be seen, heading in the opposite direction. It’s red metallic sheen separating it from the darkness of space.

Escape from Syrae (Irell Starling)

FYI, I should have something up by tomorrow. I've taken so long that I really want to make sure I have a quality post and then that takes a while... it's a bad cycle.