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24 days ago
Current When it is time to write, I want to worldbuild. When it is time to worldbuild, I want to collab. When it is time to collab, I want to write. This is the cycle. These are the rules.
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3 mos ago
Do not kill the part of you that is cringe. Kill the part that cringes.
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1 yr ago
Sad to say I'm currently experiencing Writer's Block. Luckily I learned Writer's Kung Fu and I can chop the block in half with my hands like Bruce Lee
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1 yr ago
Why is the sun like bread? It rises in the yeast, and sets in the waist. Haha! Isn't that so cute? Join my RP or more puns will come.
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1 yr ago
What's the difference between a Hollywood actor and a piece of driftwood? One is Justin Timberlake. The other is timber, just in a lake. Hahathisiswhati'mdoinginsteadofwriting
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Current RP I want you to join: roleplayerguild.com/topics/191461-car…

Hey y'all. I've been at this for about 12 years, and I've played a lot of kinds of RP. I like fantasy and sci-fi the most, just because they give me the most to worldbuild with, but I'm cool with almost anything. I just like writing.

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What on Earth (or off it, anyway) could happen in a botany lab that leads to a cut like that? Even a disorganized one? Nick suddenly imagines gigantic Venus Fly Traps invading the ship. "Feed us, Nick!"

But then Elm and Korax start discussing the Low-Gravs attraction. And when Nick reads the flier, he laughs out loud. "Oh, we're doing this. Captain's orders. Okay, well you two don't have to, but I definitely am."

Most Captains wouldn't want to be seen socializing with the lower-deck crew at all, much less jumping on a Zero-G "playground." But Nick didn't mind. What was shore leave for, if not this? Besides, he could technically fire anyone who criticizes. "To the Low-Gravz!" Nick declares, pointing a finger in the air like a Renaissance-era adventurer. If only he had a cloak to swirl. He trots off towards the Low-Gravs center, hoping his two crewmembers are still following.

On the way, he passes by the young woman who had shouted on the Prize. She looked distracted and upset, so she probably didn't notice them. But hey, she was eating a fried rodent tail! Nick knew he liked her.
Next adventure starting tomorrow, probably later in the day.
Robin is back...well sorta. Nice to see things were just fine while I was gone.


Actually, we all died. Robin wasn't here to save us. This is all a vivid hallucination.
(Addressing: @Flamelord, @Raylah, @Xandrya)


That's strange. Elm is so different from humans physiologically- Terrans didn't have any bark or leaves, that's for sure- but she talks like any Old Earth girl. Korax is different from humans, too, but his differences run deeper. Into his language, even: "This one." Nick briefly wonders if Elm is just as alien, only better at hiding it. Are either of them anything like himself, really? Or each other?

No, Nick corrects himself. Xenophobic thinking isn't worthy of an officer. Here are members of three species, all very different physically, but all... shopping together, at least?

Huh. Sounds like the start to a bad joke, actually. A plant, a mammal and a rock walk into a bazaar...

"Yeah," Nick breaks out of his thinking, "it's awful. But sometimes you need to give new things a chance, right? You know, I was just thinking of a joke-"

Probably for the better, Nick gets interrupted. A little beeping alert goes off from somewhere inside a leather pouch, tied to his waist. "Oh, sorry," the Captain apologizes, "I guess that's for me." In a single, familiar motion, Nick takes the comm pad from out of his pouch and checks the message. It's a 'new crewmember' alert. Someone named Beatrice Reins, a technical officer, just checked into the Prize for the first time.

That name is familiar, but for all his trying, Carabello can't connect it to a face. He'll have to see her sometime. But for now, he just drops her a generic "Welcome Aboard! - Nick" message. Those are never annoying, right? Yeah, never. Come to think of it, those messages usually include his location automatically, so Reins would probably be able to find him if she wanted to. Maybe he'll see her soon? Who knows. He dismisses the other 1,176 overdue notifications that poor, quasi-sentient datapad desperately tries to get him to read, and returns to the conversation.

"Sorry, Captain stuff. Never stops. I guess botany must be more relaxing." Then, seeing he the wound on Elm's hand, he amends: "Ouch. Or maybe not. What, uh, happened to your hand?"
So, update: The free time will be going on for about 3 more days. It feels like it isn't coming to a close quite yet, and I need more time to work on the next adventure.
@Zanavy

I'd love to accept her, but unfortunately, my aura is feeling really blue today (normally it's on the amythest vibration) and I don't think I can work right now.

Drop her in the Characters tab whenever
@Zanavy
Aboard the Sur-prize: A Deadly Sci-Fi Comedy [Only Accepting Zanavy Characters]
@Raylah That wasn't the plan, but I can put her on the list. (That makes 5 on the list.)


If the RP ends before you get to all of them, you gotta make them all at once. Just 8 redshirts on a team by themselves, where they all somehow manage to die on, like, a rock-gathering mission.
@Raylah
Don't give them any ideas
<Snipped quote by Tortoise>

Just as long as that stuff doesn't stink up the ship. Sh!t somehow spreads like explosive gas.


Oh I know. I know everytime the neighbors are smoking. I bet Elm's neighbors, her assistants, everyone on the deck, and her assistant's assistants all smell it
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