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No worries, try to take all the pressure off!
I'll have a longer period of time off starting this weekend, so I'll be able to update things a lot. However, seeing as the holidays are coming up, in-character posting might slow down for some. That's all fine, though.
I'll have a longer period of time off starting this weekend, so I'll be able to update things a lot. However, seeing as the holidays are coming up, in-character posting might slow down for some. That's all fine, though.
Wait, so should we be flashy in our next post or the post afterwards? Are we bringing our characters to Alice?
It would be after my third post, introducing the assault and battle. As Alice would see the abilities being used by the other characters, she will try to gather them up and retreat with whatever forces that are still alive. You don't have to actively look for Alice, no.
Added just a sentence to the codex about the Festival of the Quiet. Also, in the upcoming battle, make sure to be all flashy with abilities, so that Alice can gather everyone during the retreat.
HELSTON OUTSKIRTS ▎ FRIDAY ▎ 26 OCTOBER
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Alice scurried down the streets. Every now and then she would bump into other people that were a bit riled up, as well. They were most likely on their way to work or home. General Alerts was rather standard for Helston. It happened a couple of times a month. The call was usually issued due to union incursions or ballistic attacks. However, this particular alarm was different. Its unknown natured caused a little bit of chaos in the neighborhood. Alice jogged past a daycare center, where she could see parents turning heel at the front door. Some of the independent shopkeepers had already bunkered down and closed early. The otherwise mundane Friday had become one of the most unique Helston had known in long time.
After about a five-minute jog, Alice arrived at the apartment building in which she lived. The top floor of the three story quarters was hers, although shared with two neighbors. One of them was an old lady, who loved everything about guns and shooting them. The other was an ordinary couple with three, small children, which Alice occasionally babysat on date nights. However, Alice did not mind them at this time. She was all focused on getting her gear and be out the door again. She threw her vest on that was stocked with a couple of extra magazines. Elbow and knee protection were attached in a jiffy along with reinforced gloves. The weapon of choice today was an Elkoss Carbine—a lightweight, tactical firearm with a lot of attachment potential. Alice had a forward grip and holographic sight equipped on it, which would have to do, as she did not have time to change anything. The last thing she grabbed before heading out again was her scarf mask.
Her car was parked in an underground lot underneath the building. Residents of the house received a spot along with their apartment. Alice’s spot was right next to the bomb shelter entrance. The door was massive and the shelter itself could easily fit every person living in the building. There were enough supplies in there to last them a week. The steps of her sneakers were silent within the garage. The only thing that could be heard was when the key slid into the door handle of the car. The vehicle was an old model, cheap, but good enough for Alice. She had received it as a gift from her parents after graduating High School. Alice’s father always said that ‘the first car that someone owns is not supposed to be fancy’. She could agree with him to some extent. If everything inside the car was functional, then it did not have to look nice.
The GPS on her phone led the way. The Netrunners of the neutral zone were able to hack the signals of the union satellites, which allowed people to use functions such as GPS. The drive out of town took about half an hour. A few other vehicles were headed in the same direction. Alice could only assume that they had responded to the General Alert as well. Upon arriving, the location revealed a forward base of operations by both resistance factions. They had set things up by an old, abandoned construction facility. A massive dust cloud trailing upwards towards the canopy of the world could be seen in the distance. Sounds of gunfire and explosions could be heard. The overcast from the morning hours had disappeared and the sun shone through clear skies. Alice parked her car close to where others had lined up theirs. She grabbed her weapon from the back seat and locked things up.
The hastily put together makeshift camp was teeming with life. Alice could not count them all, but she guessed that there was at least upwards of a thousand resistance members there already, and more were pouring in by the minute. However, many of them seemed distraught, nervous, and hectic. Alice tried to ask one of them where she could find a sergeant for orders, but the guy did not even look at her. He simply stocked more ammunition into his bag and took off. His clothes were covered in blood, which was baffling. Union attacks were not usually this violent. This was surely something else. After looking around for a bit, Alice finally found a sergeant instructing a few other—what appeared to be—citizen volunteers. Apparently, the strategy was to assault the ‘invaders’ in waves, but he did not explain who these invaders were when asked. The small crowd broke off after being given instructions. The assault would commence in ten minutes.
“Excuse me, Sergeant? I’m a sensitive. Is there anything in particular that I can do?” Alice asked after modestly approaching the middle aged man with a salute. She used the term ‘sensitive’ to describe her unique condition. There were quite a few nicknames and words for Aeons in the world, some more flattering than others. Alice personally liked ‘Children of the Sun’ the most.
“Thank the Godmother that you are here. We need all the Aeons that we can get. This enemy is unlike anything we’ve fought before,” the Sergeant said with a hint of relief but also despair in his voice.
“What exactly is this enemy? It doesn’t seem like it’s any of the unions.” Alice was cautious, but also abusing her status for just a bit.
“We don’t know, but they are not human. When the assault begins, we’re packing things up here and going back to Helston. This area will be swarmed and we need to prepare the town’s defenses, and evacuate everyone southwards, to Halos City.” The sergeant spoke hurriedly, already packing his things together.
“So, these people here are more or less charging into their deaths?” Alice asked, but the sergeant did not respond. It became apparent that the assault was to buy resistance commanders time to fall back and mobilize what they could find in Helston. “Sergeant?” She calmly uttered.
“Yes and no. We don’t know anything of what this is or where it will end,” the man paused with a sigh. “If you want to help, make sure that these people make it back. Find others like you and team up. When you get back to town, report back to me and we’ll figure things out.” The man took his bag and weapon and headed off towards the command vehicle. The last thing Alice observed about him was his name tag, which said ‘Cermak’.
Alice remained confused, but focused. The assault would soon begin and they would ride into the fray just beyond the facility. The enemy was not human, which could only mean that the thing that fell out of the sky was some kind of vessel from space. Aliens? If there were godly beings slumbering within planets, then Alice figured that aliens were a certainty. But why now? Why here? There were so many questions dancing within her mind.
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QUEST STEPS: Arrive at the forward base. Prepare and join the assault. At the most, end your post with riding the personnel carriers just beyond the facility.
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Alice scurried down the streets. Every now and then she would bump into other people that were a bit riled up, as well. They were most likely on their way to work or home. General Alerts was rather standard for Helston. It happened a couple of times a month. The call was usually issued due to union incursions or ballistic attacks. However, this particular alarm was different. Its unknown natured caused a little bit of chaos in the neighborhood. Alice jogged past a daycare center, where she could see parents turning heel at the front door. Some of the independent shopkeepers had already bunkered down and closed early. The otherwise mundane Friday had become one of the most unique Helston had known in long time.
After about a five-minute jog, Alice arrived at the apartment building in which she lived. The top floor of the three story quarters was hers, although shared with two neighbors. One of them was an old lady, who loved everything about guns and shooting them. The other was an ordinary couple with three, small children, which Alice occasionally babysat on date nights. However, Alice did not mind them at this time. She was all focused on getting her gear and be out the door again. She threw her vest on that was stocked with a couple of extra magazines. Elbow and knee protection were attached in a jiffy along with reinforced gloves. The weapon of choice today was an Elkoss Carbine—a lightweight, tactical firearm with a lot of attachment potential. Alice had a forward grip and holographic sight equipped on it, which would have to do, as she did not have time to change anything. The last thing she grabbed before heading out again was her scarf mask.
Her car was parked in an underground lot underneath the building. Residents of the house received a spot along with their apartment. Alice’s spot was right next to the bomb shelter entrance. The door was massive and the shelter itself could easily fit every person living in the building. There were enough supplies in there to last them a week. The steps of her sneakers were silent within the garage. The only thing that could be heard was when the key slid into the door handle of the car. The vehicle was an old model, cheap, but good enough for Alice. She had received it as a gift from her parents after graduating High School. Alice’s father always said that ‘the first car that someone owns is not supposed to be fancy’. She could agree with him to some extent. If everything inside the car was functional, then it did not have to look nice.
The GPS on her phone led the way. The Netrunners of the neutral zone were able to hack the signals of the union satellites, which allowed people to use functions such as GPS. The drive out of town took about half an hour. A few other vehicles were headed in the same direction. Alice could only assume that they had responded to the General Alert as well. Upon arriving, the location revealed a forward base of operations by both resistance factions. They had set things up by an old, abandoned construction facility. A massive dust cloud trailing upwards towards the canopy of the world could be seen in the distance. Sounds of gunfire and explosions could be heard. The overcast from the morning hours had disappeared and the sun shone through clear skies. Alice parked her car close to where others had lined up theirs. She grabbed her weapon from the back seat and locked things up.
The hastily put together makeshift camp was teeming with life. Alice could not count them all, but she guessed that there was at least upwards of a thousand resistance members there already, and more were pouring in by the minute. However, many of them seemed distraught, nervous, and hectic. Alice tried to ask one of them where she could find a sergeant for orders, but the guy did not even look at her. He simply stocked more ammunition into his bag and took off. His clothes were covered in blood, which was baffling. Union attacks were not usually this violent. This was surely something else. After looking around for a bit, Alice finally found a sergeant instructing a few other—what appeared to be—citizen volunteers. Apparently, the strategy was to assault the ‘invaders’ in waves, but he did not explain who these invaders were when asked. The small crowd broke off after being given instructions. The assault would commence in ten minutes.
“Excuse me, Sergeant? I’m a sensitive. Is there anything in particular that I can do?” Alice asked after modestly approaching the middle aged man with a salute. She used the term ‘sensitive’ to describe her unique condition. There were quite a few nicknames and words for Aeons in the world, some more flattering than others. Alice personally liked ‘Children of the Sun’ the most.
“Thank the Godmother that you are here. We need all the Aeons that we can get. This enemy is unlike anything we’ve fought before,” the Sergeant said with a hint of relief but also despair in his voice.
“What exactly is this enemy? It doesn’t seem like it’s any of the unions.” Alice was cautious, but also abusing her status for just a bit.
“We don’t know, but they are not human. When the assault begins, we’re packing things up here and going back to Helston. This area will be swarmed and we need to prepare the town’s defenses, and evacuate everyone southwards, to Halos City.” The sergeant spoke hurriedly, already packing his things together.
“So, these people here are more or less charging into their deaths?” Alice asked, but the sergeant did not respond. It became apparent that the assault was to buy resistance commanders time to fall back and mobilize what they could find in Helston. “Sergeant?” She calmly uttered.
“Yes and no. We don’t know anything of what this is or where it will end,” the man paused with a sigh. “If you want to help, make sure that these people make it back. Find others like you and team up. When you get back to town, report back to me and we’ll figure things out.” The man took his bag and weapon and headed off towards the command vehicle. The last thing Alice observed about him was his name tag, which said ‘Cermak’.
Alice remained confused, but focused. The assault would soon begin and they would ride into the fray just beyond the facility. The enemy was not human, which could only mean that the thing that fell out of the sky was some kind of vessel from space. Aliens? If there were godly beings slumbering within planets, then Alice figured that aliens were a certainty. But why now? Why here? There were so many questions dancing within her mind.
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QUEST STEPS: Arrive at the forward base. Prepare and join the assault. At the most, end your post with riding the personnel carriers just beyond the facility.
Finally posted. Sorry for the wait!
Working on my post now. Sorry about the wait! :(
It's okay. Don't apologize. We don't have any post schedule. You post when you can, and then I move things forward when I can. Nothing more to it. :)
I hope everyone is okay. I'm on my work days currently, but I'm reading the posts as they drop in. I won't be able to do much in the roleplay until this Friday and the weekend.
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The first IC post is up. Seeing as some are still editing and managing character sheets, there's no rush.
The first IC post is up. Seeing as some are still editing and managing character sheets, there's no rush.
HELSTON ▎ FRIDAY ▎ 26 OCTOBER
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It was just like any other morning. A thousand of the same kind had come and gone time and time again. One never expected that particular day to be different from the one before. It was late October. The warm winds of summer had since long gone to rest. The brisk air of autumn had fallen upon the lands, but it was not awfully cold just yet. The Festival of the Quiet was just around the corner. It was the best time of the year for some. Such was the case for Alice Darina. The late moths of the year were her favorites. They were so colorful and silent. The early morning stroll to work became a delight. She could see every breath in a playful swirl of mist. A thick scarf was rolled around her neck in addition to the typical attire. This Friday was going to be better than all the others, she thought.
Alice was one of the few who were up and about at this hour of the morning. It was her duty to open the supermarket this day. It was a rather large space in a downtown building. From the front entrance there was a nice view of center square parking lot and main street. The rising sun broke through the misty clouds above. It still had a fair bit of warmth to it. Alice took a moment to bask in its energy with a tiny smirk on her lips. Her kind had a special relationship with that glowing, celestial orb. It was one that she never really cared to mention unless asked about it. However, back in High School it was a big deal among the students. Alice’s kind had existed for all time, yet it remained a mixed feelings kind of issue for many.
The lights flickered on. The store was empty and quiet. Alice made her way to the staff offices. She booted up all the systems they needed every day. The power cell for the week still had juice in it left over. While things were warming up, she slipped out of her jacket and put her work clothes on. There was not much to it, really. It consisted of a warm, bright-red jacket and black gloves. Alice was on stocking duty today and store management. That is, she did not have to be nice and pretty at the checkout. Twenty minutes later, the coworkers began to pour in. There was about ten people working at the store at any one time. The supermarket had just about anything one could ever need at home, so everyone, including Alice, had their own little area of knowledge. Alice’s specialty was the gardening section of the store. Growing things was a bit of a hobby of hers, anyway.
Typical shooting of the breeze always happened in the morning. Alice just put herself on autopilot and remained polite. At least her coworkers appreciated it, or they did not know any better as to what Alice actually thought. The tiny chatter lasted a few minutes with most of the staff. The owner of the store, Mr. Watson, was in good spirits as always. He was a true veteran of Helston. Life before the unions was something that many of the staff asked about when speaking with him. Alice enjoyed listening to his old stories as well. However, today was not one of those days. Everyone simply found their way to their duties. Alice had already begun to count the hours. She got off early on Fridays, around two in the afternoon. Plans for the weekend had already been made. She was going to have dinner with the family in the evening. The next day, she would spend time downtown for the Lunar Hail. And on Sunday, the Festival of the Quiet would begin. Everything was set for a comfy weekend. Alas, something tragic would interfere.
It was just half an hour before quitting time for Alice that it happened. A bright light from outside briefly illuminated the streets and parts of the store inside. Alice was stocking items close to the exit and all of the front windows. She was able to quickly turn around and see the object fall from the sky. The light faded just seconds later. People at the checkouts moved towards the windows with curiosity. A distant explosion pop followed by quite serious tremors ensued, which rattled the windows something fierce. It was unlike what they had felt before. This was no ordinary missile attack. Everyone began to call their friends and family. Usually there would be an air raid siren sounding, but this time around it had been silent. Helston had a couple of sirens for different purposes. One of them was for incoming attacks, another for citizen call to arms, and a third for general alertness. A coworker named Lina approached Alice.
“What was that? The unions at it again?” Lina asked while observing the sky outside the front windows of the supermarket.
“I’m not sure. Missiles surely don’t light up the sky like that,” Alice said while stepping down from a tiny ladder, which she used to reach the top shelves.
“Yeah, maybe you’re right. But, what do you think? Call to Arms or Gen-Alert?” Lina asked as if they were betting on which siren that would follow the incident.
“Gen-Alert, probably.” Alice began to make herself ready to quit for the day, putting the ladder and pricing tagger away.
“You going to respond to it?”
“Maybe. I could use some extra cash,” Alice remarked before leaving her coworker to it.
Surely enough, ten minutes later the general alertness siren sounded throughout Helston. It was an order usually issued by the Mayor. Its purpose was for citizens to be alert of danger and either protect the town or join the resistance forces in defense efforts. The latter usually resulted in a reward if the citizen made significant contributions or displayed excellence. The resistance forces were usually quick on their feet when responding to sudden threats. They had a dedicated radio frequency for non-sensitive information, but also closed channels over the Net that only citizens had access to. Alice checked her phone as she came out of the supermarket. The coordinates for the impact was already posted on the Net channel. It was just outside of town, near a ranch that provided Helston and Eastbourne with various goods.
Alice hurried back home. All of the gear that she needed for participating in General Alertness calls were there. She would change as quickly as possible, and then take her car out to the coordinates posted on the closed Net channel.
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QUEST STEPS: Introduce your character. React to the meteor impact. Respond to the General Alert siren. The Resistance coordinates will take you outside of town. At most, end your first post with being on the way there.
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It was just like any other morning. A thousand of the same kind had come and gone time and time again. One never expected that particular day to be different from the one before. It was late October. The warm winds of summer had since long gone to rest. The brisk air of autumn had fallen upon the lands, but it was not awfully cold just yet. The Festival of the Quiet was just around the corner. It was the best time of the year for some. Such was the case for Alice Darina. The late moths of the year were her favorites. They were so colorful and silent. The early morning stroll to work became a delight. She could see every breath in a playful swirl of mist. A thick scarf was rolled around her neck in addition to the typical attire. This Friday was going to be better than all the others, she thought.
Alice was one of the few who were up and about at this hour of the morning. It was her duty to open the supermarket this day. It was a rather large space in a downtown building. From the front entrance there was a nice view of center square parking lot and main street. The rising sun broke through the misty clouds above. It still had a fair bit of warmth to it. Alice took a moment to bask in its energy with a tiny smirk on her lips. Her kind had a special relationship with that glowing, celestial orb. It was one that she never really cared to mention unless asked about it. However, back in High School it was a big deal among the students. Alice’s kind had existed for all time, yet it remained a mixed feelings kind of issue for many.
The lights flickered on. The store was empty and quiet. Alice made her way to the staff offices. She booted up all the systems they needed every day. The power cell for the week still had juice in it left over. While things were warming up, she slipped out of her jacket and put her work clothes on. There was not much to it, really. It consisted of a warm, bright-red jacket and black gloves. Alice was on stocking duty today and store management. That is, she did not have to be nice and pretty at the checkout. Twenty minutes later, the coworkers began to pour in. There was about ten people working at the store at any one time. The supermarket had just about anything one could ever need at home, so everyone, including Alice, had their own little area of knowledge. Alice’s specialty was the gardening section of the store. Growing things was a bit of a hobby of hers, anyway.
Typical shooting of the breeze always happened in the morning. Alice just put herself on autopilot and remained polite. At least her coworkers appreciated it, or they did not know any better as to what Alice actually thought. The tiny chatter lasted a few minutes with most of the staff. The owner of the store, Mr. Watson, was in good spirits as always. He was a true veteran of Helston. Life before the unions was something that many of the staff asked about when speaking with him. Alice enjoyed listening to his old stories as well. However, today was not one of those days. Everyone simply found their way to their duties. Alice had already begun to count the hours. She got off early on Fridays, around two in the afternoon. Plans for the weekend had already been made. She was going to have dinner with the family in the evening. The next day, she would spend time downtown for the Lunar Hail. And on Sunday, the Festival of the Quiet would begin. Everything was set for a comfy weekend. Alas, something tragic would interfere.
It was just half an hour before quitting time for Alice that it happened. A bright light from outside briefly illuminated the streets and parts of the store inside. Alice was stocking items close to the exit and all of the front windows. She was able to quickly turn around and see the object fall from the sky. The light faded just seconds later. People at the checkouts moved towards the windows with curiosity. A distant explosion pop followed by quite serious tremors ensued, which rattled the windows something fierce. It was unlike what they had felt before. This was no ordinary missile attack. Everyone began to call their friends and family. Usually there would be an air raid siren sounding, but this time around it had been silent. Helston had a couple of sirens for different purposes. One of them was for incoming attacks, another for citizen call to arms, and a third for general alertness. A coworker named Lina approached Alice.
“What was that? The unions at it again?” Lina asked while observing the sky outside the front windows of the supermarket.
“I’m not sure. Missiles surely don’t light up the sky like that,” Alice said while stepping down from a tiny ladder, which she used to reach the top shelves.
“Yeah, maybe you’re right. But, what do you think? Call to Arms or Gen-Alert?” Lina asked as if they were betting on which siren that would follow the incident.
“Gen-Alert, probably.” Alice began to make herself ready to quit for the day, putting the ladder and pricing tagger away.
“You going to respond to it?”
“Maybe. I could use some extra cash,” Alice remarked before leaving her coworker to it.
Surely enough, ten minutes later the general alertness siren sounded throughout Helston. It was an order usually issued by the Mayor. Its purpose was for citizens to be alert of danger and either protect the town or join the resistance forces in defense efforts. The latter usually resulted in a reward if the citizen made significant contributions or displayed excellence. The resistance forces were usually quick on their feet when responding to sudden threats. They had a dedicated radio frequency for non-sensitive information, but also closed channels over the Net that only citizens had access to. Alice checked her phone as she came out of the supermarket. The coordinates for the impact was already posted on the Net channel. It was just outside of town, near a ranch that provided Helston and Eastbourne with various goods.
Alice hurried back home. All of the gear that she needed for participating in General Alertness calls were there. She would change as quickly as possible, and then take her car out to the coordinates posted on the closed Net channel.
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QUEST STEPS: Introduce your character. React to the meteor impact. Respond to the General Alert siren. The Resistance coordinates will take you outside of town. At most, end your first post with being on the way there.
The citizens of Helston, a sleepy town in the Neutral Zone, witness an attack from the skies that is unlike any they have ever seen before. The local resistance forces are quick to respond and investigate. The Mayor of the town issues a general alertness for his citizens. Some of the locals join the resistance forces just outside of town to see what is going on and if they need assistance. What they find is a conflict that might be out of their element. It is here that the fate of a group of citizens intertwine. As the newly discovered threat spreads, they must follow.
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