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Role Play Preferences:[/b] Pretty much everything except playing other characters and most slice of life plots. Elastic on most shit.

Fandoms: Silent hill, Homestuck, Bioshock(1-2) and pretty much all of HP lovecraft's stuff.

Personality: Ambiguously ?????????????????.

Favorite Homestuck characters: In order: Eridan, Karkat, gamzee, John.

Hate kanaya and Jade.

My Homestuck class: Bard of Void

Likes: Scented Candles, Writing, RP'ing-in almost any form really. Even if I haven't tried it before- Pixel Art, Making things period, Dressing up in my mad mass. Talking to folks. <3 that understand what I say all the time without me having to tame my tongue.

Dislike: Political talk-light prods for opinions are fine though if private- Being tied down. Talking about myself too much. Playing party therapist, Edgy shit.

Pretty approachable, most of the time I'm all fine with, motherfucking. dancing down a door way to someone else grounds to chill. I tend to either be chilling or drilling the oil out of the works so random absence or silences are a normal.

my 1 x 1 IC

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Transit Phase


ZELTA 01: Arrival and Anarchy



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A lone red bulb beeped loudly from its spherical metal strap on, squeaking with a flash of light periodically. It drifted helplessly, no thruster was evident, no limbs, no ability to emote besides a crimson read light that went from lazy blip to an imitation of a heart having a panic attack. Just as it couldn't get any faster it had drifted next to another identical sphere, turning its blink into a single long glare.

"Permission granted, Prepare to dock in 5 hours. Any passengers that do not present their papers will not be allowed to leave. Do not open up the terminal until security is on board to sort out the masses"

A giant spear of junk was drifting listleesly pass the now former path of the sphere. A dot to a picture, the only thing stopping it from blending into its frame visually was that big, flashing red light as the words "TRANSIT: MAMMOTH 29" written in blocky, black font passed by. Millions of windows crossed the titans body like scales, segmentally and indescriminately all placed with a mathmatic indifference above one another, all of them connected to a tiny, dark apartment that would make a chronically depressed goblin thankful for their cave in the woods.

As the colossus slowly made its way two smaller, gold painted ships with the words "SECURITY" on top of their turtle backs hovered beside it before latching on like urchins to a whale stomach and loudly erected long tubes into its guts.

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This is where you lived for the last 6 years. When you first arrived, like many before you, it didn't seem so bad. Mammoth was large, large enough for anyone to find a spot for themselves. As the time went on the pale lights aggresively peered into you like a doctors pen light and when your eyes weren't being stung you were nearly stumbling in total darkness.

Your apartment complex was more akin to a broom closet given a bed, a tiny seperate shower and toilet. The walls were so thin and the metal halls so long that you could hear the cramped families echo all day and night as they argued. Six years of living in a 3 star, no 2 star, hell...fuck it...1 star hotel. You thought things were bad at home but Mammoth made you envy the homeless at times.

When you heard the speakers grizzle out a male voice at near screaming volume your anticipation almost overide the pain in your ears "All inhabitants, we are at our destination. Retrieve your papers and luggage, any luggage you leave behind will become property of the party. If you do not have your papers then any attempt to leave the ship will be met with fines...or violence...by the Authority's Vigilant Security forces"

You knew exactly what the rest of the day will be like.

The terminal hall was a massive unending grey tide of blarring lights from all directions and an air conditioning system that could barely kick a breeze across it's insanely large perimeter. In olden times the size of that place would be considered a dukes entire land, right now it was there purely for security check points, luggage conveyors and ENDLESS benches from wall to wall and to the horizon, even benches ontop of benches and occasionally the odd bed if you were quick enough. Despite its resources and size every chair will be full; every nook and cranny a person in it; and every foot of floor covered in someones luggage.

Still, soon you'd live to tell about your voyage on Mammoth 29...let's just hope you can say the same about ZELTA.

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@officaz

Did you see the posts me and eyelid tagged you in the last page?
@datadogie

shit, it's all cooler than a pug in sunglasses that,motherfucking, dropped out of college. You're free to spit any spires that come to you, you don't come off as trying to start off a fire fight. Just means you're passionate about the world/role as far as I'm concerned.

@datadogie

Wait.

forget it.

I was worried about balance and over thought it. I'll do what I originally thought and give her access to all-well, most files- and let her have normal control. Her balancer is the laws and authority commands, she don't need any other limiters.
@datadogie@Voltus_Ventus

Your server room on the ship is limited so your not as knowledgable as you would be on a normal position. ZELTA crew ship is relatively small. You can have your role knowledge increased by a server room upgrade as a ship utility though.

Your main skill is less total knowledge and more total dominion. If I say something works some way, you have the power to make it expressly work against any safeties or rules I dictate. If I say "The core can't go above something something degrees" you can immediately say "I uplift the internal magnets, move the sheilding, and hyperline all fuel immediately into the core making it far, far above something something degrees"

or eg: "The oxygen tanks automatically fill with life support oxygen via a pipeline once hanged" you "no, I dillute the oxygen tanks with a threauputic gas from medical so the away crew are unusually calm and happy"

When something happens normally you'll be tagged and told if something going in the ship eg: radiation leak you'll be told your scrubbers automatically activate.

Essentially, the ship is your body. You just allow the crew to use it, you have total mastery over it all. That's where your true power comes in. You'll also have access to drones occasionally-both space bound and robotic-

@6slyboy6@Eyelid@officaz@Voltus_Ventus@Starlance@datadogie

@6slyboy6@Eyelid@officaz@Voltus_Ventus@Starlance@datadogie

I plan to,motherfucking, penetrate reality and into lethality tomorrow, kindred of they keys. If your character ain't in or you're some byaster who bore into this hole to hell and heroics there's you can still get your sheet done but after the Transit ship docks sheets will be closed for Zetla crew 1.

I'll put up a small guide either tonight or tomorrow on how things will roll.
@datadogie

Accepted, comrade. You can move Cake to the character section.
@Eyelid

Shit, my sister from the signals,motherfucking, scribe the scene quite well.

Welcome to space gulag. Prepare to be fined if you do not maintain you own tempoary indentured servitude.
@officaz

Shit, put that sheet in the suns third page,motherfucking,because its way smoother on the eyes. Translation: it's a lot cleaner. Good work, brother.

You are being sent to ZELTA but your recommending officer does not have the authority to appoint him there-no one in the military does unless they're the relatively high in-crowd (party members)- You can keep the psychological treamtent plan. But add a bit at the end as to why he is being sent to ZELTA.

Especially with keeping in mind that he would never get any of the treatment in this plan on board zelta if he needed it. Like a blurp from the seargent "I've wasted enough resources on his recovery. I suggest a "less burdening role" aboard the small zelta ship to clear his head. He's an experience soldier so they should find a use for him"

When the RP starts you'll be on the transit ship-you've been on it for 6 years- and getting off to the docking area where all zelta crew members will hand in their files/sheets. Then the ship will be picked, A.I activated ectr before you launch.

A way to look at it is this. If I one of the party members in charge of picking ZELTA crew members, I would be wondering why I was sent a psychological treatment plan alone.

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