Pilatus

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This post will be the official tracker.

So far we have:

Group 1:
#IndustrialScience
Thomas @Conscripts
Karishma @Rodiak
Siobhan @Almalthia

Group 2:
#TeaRumBake
Marlin @PrinceAlexus
Alex @Alex_The_Great
Xia @King Tai

Group 3:
#Darklust
Vika @PrinceAlexus
Ethan @Almalthia

Group 4:
#BlizzardofOz
Reya @Majoras End
Marcus @Zaxter996
Sully @CaptainSully

Group 5:
#PuddledAshes
Ashton @Silver Fox
Ash @LostBrotherGrimm
Capella @Tenma Tendo

Group 6:
#betterlatethanpregnant
Paige @Pilatus
Dustynn @MissCapnCrunch
Aoki @Rodiak

Transport Group
#4x4Play
Joel @Pilatus
Milo @RoccanIronclad

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Here's ours:

Milo & Joel: #4x4Play

Dustynn, Aoki & Paige: #betterlatethanpregnant

@MissCapnCrunch@Rodiak@RoccanIronclad

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24 Hour Time Skip Warning

Temporal jump to Thursday . Blizzard Mini Game Skip. Please state what time and location you are in

Please be clear as to your location and time of day. Most will find several inches of snow on the ground Thursday morning continuing through the day with blizzard conditions hitting around noon. Full details to follow in formal skip notice.

Do not forget to post up your team names!

As always, if you feel that you are not ready to skip. PLEASE speak up!

SOL CITY - Modern Slice of Life - Chapter 2 - Completed & archived. 2/2

24 Hour Time Skip Warning

Temporal jump to Thursday . Blizzard Mini Game Skip. Please state what time and location you are in

Please be clear as to your location and time of day. Most will find several inches of snow on the ground Thursday morning continuing through the day with blizzard conditions hitting around noon. Full details to follow in formal skip notice.

Do not forget to post up your team names!

As always, if you feel that you are not ready to skip. PLEASE speak up!

SOL CITY - Modern Slice of Life - Chapter 2 - Completed & archived. 2/2

Ok, just a little teaser-notice, we're nearly done setting up the skip so expect to see the official warning as soon as tomorrow!

Go ahead and start submitting your team names here.

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Joel Nicolosi

Joel knew better than to expect much from disembodied voices on the phone or radio no matter how attractive they sounded. For all he knew Dustynn was 5’2” and pushing 350 so when she came out it was a pleasant surprise. “What’s up?” He said returning her greeting with a light nod and then watching her fumble around with the hood release. At least she knew where it was, which was another plus. She seemed rather excited about his arrival, but also didn’t appear to recognize him at all from his win in the race a few weeks ago, another plus, three for three, off to a good start. He thought, but didn’t say much as the notion to talk some trash crossed his mind. He liked her black hair though knowing when not to run his mouth was a discipline on which he prided himself. Talking smack and then not being able to deliver was a cardinal sin for technicians and he didn’t want to tarnish his stellar street cred on a busted old Focus in a trailer park.

He felt around briefly for the latch release and raised the hood up surveying about what he expected: The drab brown of years of road dust over everything, the smell of burnt antifreeze where it had been boiling with the defroster and the oily aroma of the valve-cover gasket leaking. He glanced at the battery unsurprised. It looked like a chia-pet with all the corrosion that had grown over the terminals and some nitwit had hardwired the aftermarket radio directly to the post. Stepping back around to the driver’s seat he took the keys from Dustynn meeting her eyes again and catching a whiff of cigarettes on her clothes. A sense that was confirmed when he sat down in her car. Can’t win’em all. He shook his head a little and smirked. The car was about as bone-stock, basic as it could be offered with roll-up windows, no cruise control and a five-speed transmission. He rocked the shifter a little to make sure it was out of gear and tried the key to see if anything happened, but the gauge cluster didn’t even flinch.

“Battery’s dead.” He said walking back over to the Jeep and swinging open the tailgate. He returned with a small waterproof bag that jingled lightly from the tools inside and laid it over the Ford’s dirty engine before climbing back up his bumper to raise the hood on the Jeep as well. One more trip and he came back with the bottle of Coke. “I usually don’t recommend doing this,” He said twisting off the top and taking a short swig, “But it works in a pinch.” He dumped some over the corroded terminals and watched the acid in the cola eat away the blue-white fungus that had grown all over the top of the battery. Once it was gone he wiped the residue clean with a rag and disconnected the leads finding the date code for battery itself. It was only a couple years old and as long as they weren’t killing it regularly, would still hold a charge. “I bet your radio doesn’t work half the time.” He said as he cleaned the posts with a small wire brush and checked the positive and negative cables for damage. He held up the silly fuse someone wired-in from the stereo for her to see.

Once he was satisfied, Joel reconnected the the leads and went back to the Jeep for his jumper cables. Climbing up the big tire, he attached the cables to his own battery and then the others to hers wiping his hands casually as he hopped back up to the Jeep’s driver’s seat and started up the old Chrysler 4-liter engine giving it a couple revs for good measure before jumping back down leaving it idling. “Just give it a few minutes.” He said glancing at her and then back at her pitiful engine bay mentally noting everything else that was wrong with the car purely out of habit. He crossed his arms as they waited. “So who killed the battery?” He said somewhat teasingly with a fake air of accusation in his glance.

@MissCapnCrunch

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Somehow it double posted, because my internet is crap, but yea, there ya go.

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A N N O U N C E M E N T

Ok ladies and gents, the time approaches for the event you’ve all been anticipating and what seems to have become the worst kept secret in the history of Sol City. Yes, the next time-skip will feature the long awaited B L I Z Z A R D, but you already knew that, right?! Sure. So, why the announcement? Because we’ve been racking our brains for quite a while (Prince and I actually had the idea in LAST Sol City, but didn’t get a chance to use it) on how to implement it AND do something different at the same time.

Since there is some time still remaining in the current skip, we decided to come out early and tell everyone the basic setup of what we have planned and give people some time to plot on it without giving the farm away or just broadsiding everyone all at once.

Already have plans for the big winter storm you say? Great. Cancel them.

Here’s what’s going to happen:

Instead of everyone breaking off into their own chosen pairings/groups to ride out the storm, we decided to use a randomizer to “assign” everyone into groups and just watch the chaos/fun that follows as characters that normally may not have even met are put in a contained space for a day.

So, now that we have your attention here are the groups, composed of currently active players:

Group 1:
Thomas @Conscripts
Karishma @Rodiak
Siobhan @Almalthia

Group 2:
Marlin @PrinceAlexus
Alex @Alex_The_Great
Xia @King Tai

Group 3:
Vika @PrinceAlexus
Ethan @Almalthia

Group 4:
Reya @Majoras End
Marcus @Zaxter996
Sully @CaptainSully

Group 5:
Ashton @Silver Fox
Ash @LostBrotherGrimm
Capella @Tenma Tendo

Group 6:
Paige @Pilatus
Dustynn @MissCapnCrunch
Aoki @Rodiak

So, where are Joel (@Pilatus) and Milo (@RoccanIronclad)? Good question. We have plans for those two as well. Since Joel and Milo are the only characters that have dedicated off-road type vehicles they are going to be your only links with the outside while you’re snowed in. If the characters find themselves needing anything desperately (or just for fun), they’ll have to work with one another or by phone through their connections on another team to get Joel or Milo to bring it to them. So, it will be a bit like a mini-game inside the game for a bit. The point is we want to avoid people breaking into cliques (I don’t think we really have that problem) and get some fun interactions going that we might not have if we’d just kept on with the same format. It is up to you to plot where/how your group winds up together!

We plan to throw a few more curveballs at the groups as the weather worsens so we’ll be watching carefully how everyone gets along to determine what we’re going to inflict (or reward).

As a fun little side-note, before we get going on this skip, we’re going to have a little contest:

Come up with a name for your group! The funniest name wins and we will edit them in here as we get them. The GM staff will decide who the winners are and reward them accordingly during the course of the skip. You have until the skip starts to come up with a name.

That is all we’re giving away now. Let us know if you have any questions/comments either here or in the Discord!

~P

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Joel Nicolosi

Joel was thinking about blasting down a tree-lined gravel path when he swiped his thumb to answer the call. He could envision hitting a jump running near a hundred over a sharp crest with the car rotating sideways as he sailed through the air. For some reason he thought he would hear a Finnish or English accent, though he had no idea where the person on the other end of his email hailed from, the idea just seemed to fit. Rallying wasn’t that popular in the US. Instead, what he got was some local chick and her piece of shit Ford Focus. He visibly deflated down into the old leather sofa even further as he listened to the girl, Dustynn, describe her plight. You gotta be fucking shitting me… He thought to himself. What was worse was she was in some kind of rush and more importantly, didn’t even have money to get it towed.

As she gave her address… a local trailer park, he was working out in his head how he was either going to get out of it or… nothing. His line of thinking wasn’t getting him very far and her voice was a familiar desperate and slightly impatient tone that all techs knew well. Involuntarily, his mind shifted from getting out of it, to perhaps finding an easy fix. He asked a few basic questions as he looked her address up on his phone. It wasn’t far and he truthfully didn’t have anything else to do other than sift through more mail or do some more work on Sio’s car without her knowing. Fortunately, Dustynn wasn’t far away at all, less than a mile from the YMCA. He resolved to do his civic duty and help her out, though he knew deep down he couldn’t just leave her stranded. She was from Southside and it was just the way things were done. It would have been no different if he’d found her in the parking lot. He was already going to need a change of clothes anyway and didn’t mind if his old black Caterpillar Equipment hoodie and worn cargo shorts got dirty. “Just sit tight, I’ll be there in a few. I’m just up here at the Y.”

Somewhere he could remember Tommy warning him about people, stalkers, calling and trying to set up meetings, but he, perhaps naively, thought no one would be stupid enough to make a stalker-call from the park where “Dustynn” apparently lived. He had some basic tools for off-roading in his Jeep, some jumper cables and his favorite 35mm wrench. As he drove, he pulled up into a convenience store and bought a bottle of Coke, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket with a text, he checked to find a couple messages from Marlin, which upon reading, immediately gave him some mixed feelings, most of them pretty low. He was on his way to help a total stranger, but hadn’t even flinched a muscle about helping her on Friday night. In honesty, he hadn’t seen her, but Sio had picked them out no problem. He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened after they beat their hasty escape, but he was sure her trifling sister was likely the source of it. Shutting the door quickly from the cold as he jumped back in, he glanced up at some of the smoke stacks from the fabric plant in the distance, noting the white clouds turning low out of the towers- a sure sign that weather was on the way. He texted her back before cranking up:

Told you that office stuff wasn’t for you
Glad you liked it
I’m planning on doing some flying myself

He attached a picture of one of the Rebellion cars, a black and neon-orange striped Ford Fiesta soaring over a jump along with the email he received.

Hopefully be meeting these guys this week

He fired away the text and felt about the same as when he dropped off the package back at the airport. It wasn’t his intention to string her along. A few weeks ago, he thought she might be fun to date and they had a good time at the track, but after encountering her clinically insane family, with the possible exception of the grandfather, he had more than a few reservations. He shook his head as he drove along thinking on it. Still, she was devastatingly pretty. Then there was Sio and with that thought he tossed that drama right out of his mind as he rolled up into the trailer park and started scanning around for a silver Ford Focus sedan that didn’t take long to find.

The music inside the Jeep was thrumming along merrily, blasting outward through the softtop and he hoped they’d be paying attention enough to come outside or at least whoever Dustynn was would be closeby to her stricken car. If no one popped up he was hitting the road and they could tow that shit. He could feel eyes scanning all around him from behind highly-flammable curtains as he swung around and backed up next to the much smaller Ford to get his battery close enough for his cables to reach. The big tires of his Jeep were nearly level with the windows and the CB antenna bobbed slightly as he stopped and let the breakdown playthrough before he hopped out running a hand through his hair and propping his sunglasses up on his head. The smell of wood burning from the chip plant was heavy in the air and low to the ground like the smokestack exhaust reminding him to stock up on gasoline for his shop heater. He stuck his hands in his sweatshirt pockets against the cold and started towards the door.

Joel’s Playlist

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Paige Kennedy

It was a little comical listening to other people describe what they thought prison was like for inmates. Paige had put enough people behind bars to know that not only were the stories that outsiders seemingly came up with true, but that reality was far, far worse. Men would kill not to go back. Listening to Marlin joke about the fate of her attacker made her darkly remember visiting the state prison in Starke to deliver convicts as a Florida State Police Officer and to gather information as US Marshal for some of her cases in Delta. “Hotel Hell” was the only lockup in Florida that was still officially called a “prison” and it lived up to its name as one of three death row facilities in the state, still having the electric chair as an option for executions. Her stomach turned a little at the thought of it and she was glad the topic changed. She didn’t care to talk about it and certainly wasn’t going to bring it up.

Marlin seemed to like talking about herself an awful lot, which didn’t necessarily bother Paige, yet. Her ears were trained to pick up on subtlety and involuntary mannerisms. She’d seen it plenty of times as a coping mechanism in people and it seemed like the girl hardly had anyone to talk to in her flying job. Scantly an unsolicited phrase that left her lips did not include the words, I or me. However what did pique her interest was Marlin’s profession and her offer. They already had their own helicopter and the taskforce called in by the mayor had plenty of assets that she could get her hands on, but not having any red-tape or bureaucracy to battle to get what she needed quickly was tempting though she knew she would have to be careful with what or how she involved the poor girl.

The connection she had with Xia was clear though she honestly hadn’t heard the term “yardie” before and was curious. As Xia and Marlin spoke, her fingers quickly worked over her phone. She knew who to ask. “No,” Paige said as she finished typing and returned her attention to Xia. “Ray Ray is much older than me, he’s nearly sixty.” She flipped the screen around so Xia could see the conversation she was having back in her home city.

Text Message

“I met him when I was little, my parents used to take me to the farmer’s market where he still has a big spread, he was a handyman back in Jamaica before he moved here.” Paige was actually starting to smile as she spoke. She could picture the dreadlocks, the straight brim hat and glasses he wore and hear the Jamaican’s voice through the words on the text. She was happy to share it with Xia. “When I worked in Delta he always watched my back and kept his ear to the street for me. I miss him.”

Listening to Xia straighten out Marlin’s negativity, Paige nodded a little. The girl had the right attitude for her job as a trainer and would probably make a good workout partner as well. Seeing the time and considering Xia’s question, she fished out two of her business cards and placed them face-down as she thought about her date with Milo and knew she would have to run soon to be able to meet up with him later. “I think I’m gonna go do a little shooting later,” She said pushing the cards slightly away, one towards Xia, the other towards Marlin with her index and middle fingers. The cards were simple and carried a large image of the Federal Star along with basic contact information for
Paige R. Kennedy – Deputy United States Marshal. “I’ve gotta run, but it was nice getting to know you ladies a little bit, give me a call some time.”

@King Tai@PrinceAlexus