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HERE WE GO, BOIS

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Miri's eyes flitted back and forth between the two holding guns to one another. "By the Light, I've seen kobolds less paranoid than the pair of you. Please, weapons away. If she had wanted to shoot me, she would have done it already, yes?" She cleared her throat. "Now, then..." Suddenly, a strange screen seemed to pop up on the table. Miri stared at it...and after a moment, she jumped up and down in her seat like an excited child. "Yes! That's it! Here, right here. This is Stormwind!" She jabbed a blue finger at the western coast of the long continent on tbe east side of the map. "That's where I came from!"

((Sorry if I'm hopping between tenses in different posts, just trying to get a feel for what feels natural.))

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Miri gasps and quickly holds her hands up to shoulder level. After half a second of making her hands glow, her body's enveloped in a silvery, magic bubble of some kind. "Woah, woah, woah, put that thing away! I don't know what that gun does, how do I know I can take your word? All I know is, I took a portal directly from Stormwind, where I've lived for quite some time, to this strange tavern. No need to go pulling out weapons, alright?" After a pause, she adds, "It'd be a bad idea to shoot against this shield, anyway. Ricochet. It may simply bounce back and hit you." It was a bluff, the shield would just dissipate energy projectiles, and completely stop physical ones on their tracks. But a girl can try!

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Would magic work within this VR setting?

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Miri recoiled slightly at the sudden hologram. Just like on the Exodar, strange. "I'm...not sure. I was very young when I was on the Genedar, and the trip on the Tempest Keep was, eh...short. But I'm sure we have pilots that may be able to help you, if...we could get back. Can anyone here open a portal, or otherwise teleport small groups?" She looked around the room. "Either this world is real, which it certainly feels like; or my world--no, my entire universe--is entirely fabricated. The one I've been living in for three hundred and sixty-four years."

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Miri frowned slightly and folded her arms atop her bust as she leaned back in the booth. "I keep hearing that word. 'Virtual'. All I know is, a mage opened a portal to here by accident, and I stepped through. Jason mentioned something about us not actually being near one another, like this is some sort of...hallucination, or...magical projection, but I can feel everything here like it is real. I wouldn't be able to touch any of you if you were some sort of magical projection, yes?" She glanced to Jason and Maestro for confirmation.

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Miri lets out a dramatic sigh, slouching slightly. "It's just considered rude to call attention to someone else so publically. Especially their breasts." For a brief moment, a smirk crawls across her face, before she adds, "To answer your question, though...I am a draenei. I came from Stormwind. Azeroth. A portal took me here instead of Ironforge. And this seems...quite a bit far from home..." The word 'Azeroth' stuck out like a sore thumb. Many people could easily recognize it as the setting for a very popular MMO among less technologically advanced planets, though a few enthusiasts on more sophisticated planets have played, too.

Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

Something simple to introduce a new character. Space ship go boom, go investigate.

Not gonna set any hard rules, just use common sense and don't try blowing up the ship because you're some evil mastermind of space, 'kay? Character sheets are appreciated, but not required, so long as we have some sort of description for your character.

Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

Silence.

The vacuum of space offered no groaning death cries or occasional shocks of faulty equipment around the derelict ship. Whatever ransacked it was fast. The hatch to the airlock atop the ship was crudely torn away, and could be found a ways up, whatever "up" counted for in space. The forced entry completely depressurized the entire ship, the vessel spewing out heaps of junk from the top. Large dents in the side of the ship suggested the use of physical projectiles over more sophisticated weaponry, likely due to it's ease of use over, say, plasma cannons. Anyone that could work a plasma cannon likely wouldn't need to turn to piracy.

It had been nearly a full day since the distress beacon went off, and, in this far-flung corner of the galaxy, it seemed nobody bothered to answer. A steady, shrill beeping continued to echo throughout the ship, still sending the signal. Scavengers, pirates, law enforcement, and the dangerously curious could show up at any minute, as the distress beacon begun to hit the more civilized planets further away. There could be a sudden influx of curious travellers, or none at all.

Down in the lower airlock, miraculously untouched by the scuffle and still pressurized, a frail looking woman with reptilian features sat, huddled in the corner, fearing whatever was next to come.

An Adventurer's Calling | [Full!]

Works for me.