Tyler

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I loved that collab post, guys. Well done. The scene where Grace carried Joshua through the swamp whilst recalling her memories of dad was so cinematic; the style of writing channeled the most vivid imagery straight into my noggin.

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In the words of the wise Mr. Trump.

"China China China China. China, China China... China... China China China, China, China China... CHINA... China."

@Hillan

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And all them fancy things at the top, just... Thank you quote button. >.>

@Nemaisare

Welcome to 2016. Isn't it beautiful? Great post.

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I do feel the need to say how thrilled I am you decided to apply after all, @Wade Wilson. If the strength of your opening post is anything to go by, watching Joshua throughout the roleplay is going to be a gripping character study if nothing else.

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My life has forever changed from watching this video.

@Wade Wilson

Yes or no? Yes or no? _{Yes or no?}

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He let himself become sour and bitter for all the wrong reasons. And now, as he trudged along in the middle of nowhere, his legs burning like fire, and At the End of the Day blaring through his headphones, he regretted everything.

@Wade Wilson

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I guess this is a question more for @Tyler than @Lord Wraith, but I'm going to guess your collaborating on the fairchild electronics plot. So what dirt, if any, would Anthony find on FE as of him digging in his underground networks? Or is that a more private convo? ;P

@Bigg Slamm

We're not collaborating on anything. The Fairchild Electronics arc is largely intended as just a personal one for Emory; that's why I chose to have the product they were marketing essentially just be a taser. They aren't any real threat to Hyperhumans at this point, they're just monetising on the fear and public unrest. Honestly, I am surprised that so many people have headed to the rally.

I think there is definitely potential for FE to become a larger threat later on. Money is power, and they have a lot of that thanks to their global enterprise and an especially generous charitable donation. But currently FE doesn't care enough about Hyperhumans to allocate resources for producing anything of real threat to the Hypes; their involvement is solely monetary, they've yet no motive for a vendetta.

Wraith has a lot of his own solid plans for the RP that are much more interesting than anything to do with FE, and I think people should focus more on those elements - the real danger to Hyperhumans, from whom the convoy is running. Fairchild Electronics will only ever be a minor antagonistic presence at best. The entire scene has kind of been blown out of proportion by the amount of characters who have attended; it was initially to be a scene purely for Emory to face his father, but then after a discussion with Wraith we realised that the electrical nature of the rally would give Zeke an opportunity to shine.

Now, I'm not sure what will happen. There seems to be too many Hypes present for Zeke and Emory to cause a fuss with any degree of convenience. I personally was expecting most people to want to introduce their characters and head for the convoy. I don't see the other characters attending just to see whether they can get a deal on the Pacifier, and frankly I feel that a large group of Hypes causing a scene at the beginning of a roleplay about keeping a low profile is more than a little counterproductive.

I will likely just have Emory face his father in private. I don't know what the rest of you plan on doing.

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WEEKLY DISCUSSION:

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^{This is a weekly topic of discussion used to incite activity in the OOC and encourage players to interact with one another.}

• WEEK 1 | Going forward in the RP, what are you looking forward to seeing in terms of plot, antagonists, interaction and other elements?

@Lord Wraith

Realised nobody had responded to this, so thought I would open up discussion since I think it'll be both interesting and useful to know what everyone has in mind.

Personally, I'm most excited about the interaction, since we're in the early stages. I'm particularly excited for Emory to meet the other characters; I feel his interactions with Zeke, Lucas and Grace will be particularly interesting, but I'm generally impressed by the entire cast and I can't wait to roleplay with everyone.

On a more plot-related thread of discussion, I'm looking forward to seeing what mischief can be caused at the Fairchild rally and sparking the beginnings of Emory's side-plot with his father. Overall, at the start of the roleplay, I'm just most excited about planting seeds and pulling at the first threads of the story, then watching it all unravel.

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I actually think that it's a really neat feature; the issue perhaps lies in that it's too detailed.

Something along the lines of a timeline could perhaps would better, for example:

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18th March, 2016

The convoy arrives in Pointe Bordeaux and telepathically makes itself known to local Hyperhumans. Elsewhere in the city, Fairchild Electronics is promoting a household device used to neutralise Hyperhuman threats. The event is attracting a degree of unwanted attention.

19th March, 2016

A description of what happened on this day.

TIMESKIP: 72 hours

23rd March, 2016

A description of what happened on this day.

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I feel this gives us all (as well as prospective late-comers to the story) an easy way with which to keep up/catch up with events IC, without removing the need to read recent posts in order to understand current events. It would also be considerably easier for Wraith to manage, as in the long-run writing a summary of each post would likely become rather tedious.

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The Ranch Hotel & Spa, Longhorn TX

March 17th 2016, 9:47PM

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"Hey sweetcheeks," said the nude man, knocking impatiently on the door of his room's en suite. "Ya almost done in there? Time is money," he chirped, his tone tinged with pedantry. "You of all people know that." His voice was thick and metallic; a mid-level executive from New York, his accent betrayed the city in which his wife and children lived only half oblivious to what unpleasantries he dabbled in during his buisiness trips to the South.

"You still givin' me the silent treatment, huh toots?" he jibed, pulling a towel around his waist to cover his modesty as it became apparent he would need to employ patience, and wandered somewhat aimlessly back over to the hotel's large, plush bed. He lay there on the sheets, hands behind his head as he gazed up at the blank features of the plastered ceiling. "Heh. Good, I kinda like it." he called out, raising his voice so that she was able to hear from within the confines of her makeshift dressing room. "'Sa nice change, y'know?" he cooed. "My old lady never shuts up. I can dig a chick that keeps quiet, you sexy minx." As jocular as his efforts might have seemed, the man spoke only half in jest.

Finally, movement was heard from within the bathroom, and soon enough the door was unbolted and gently opened; the man watched mesmerised, as though he had stumbled upon a cocoon in the chance moment that it split apart and released whatever beauty dwelled within. Slowly but surely, the object of his attention came into view; a head of platinum locks falling in perfect curls around her dainty shoulders, the petite mistress delicately sashayed towards the bed.

His eyes fixed upon her almost too-perfect features, the man's jaw hung loosely as he practically salivated over the sight he beheld: her foudroyant appeal lay not in the exposed flesh of her tanned and unblemished legs, but in the garment she wore to conceal her more intimate areas. He recognised it instantly: grey, finely-tailored and yet incredibly baggy upon her lithe frame, the woman was draped in the very suit he'd worn to his meeting that afternoon. Seizing the moment and demonstrating her expertise, she dropped the jacket to the floor and revealed to her client the goods he was paying for.

He smiled a big, wide grin and purred in a way that only he could make so unpalatable.

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"Well, I gotta hand it to ya toots," said the man, a lit cigar hanging from his lips. "That was unreal." he confessed, taking a long drag whilst his mistress remained ever-silent. He paused for a brief moment, before exhaling and briefly filling the room with a thick smog that swiftly dissipated back into nothingness. "I mean, don't take this the wrong way sweetcheeks, but... What you got down there," he said, nodding in the least subtle of fashions to the woman's lower body. "It don't feel like any woman I ever loved, that's for sure. You got yourself a wonder pussy."

With that, the woman instantly rose to her feet; the scowl she shot the grotesque being saying everything that her apparent muteness was unable to. The man smirked knowingly and reached into his bedside drawer.

"Alright, alright," he said, dismissing her offence. "You earned your fee," he said, presenting her with a handful of crumpled notes withdrawn from his wallet. She snatched them from his fingers, and before he had even but a second to respond, the leather wallet, too, was relinquished from his grip as the still-naked woman sped out of the hotel room and off down the hall. "You filthy slut!" he yelled after her, panicking as he searched for his towel to preserve his modesty. Misplaced amongst all the sheets, he settled for a pillow which he held over his crotch and tip-toed out into the hallway. She was nowhere to be seen.

"Stinkin' whore," he cursed, returning to his room and closing the door behind him. "No-good, thievin', stinkin' who--" he continued, before noticing that the bathroom door still lay ajar. He smiled wickedly: knowing that in her quick getaway, the woman had left all her belongings in the en suite, amongst which he would surely find some kind of incriminating identification. He wasted no time in investigating, but as soon as he laid eyes upon the white-tiled bathroom he paused in shock; eyes wide in a unique mixture of horror and disgust.

There were no clothes. There was no handbag. Nothing - except a thick layer of slimy, tar-like liquid, overfilling the basin of the sink and grotesquely dripping down its side as it pooled upon the tiled floor.

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Emory Fairchild

March 18th 2016, 1:13PM | Pointe Bordeaux Central Interchange, Pointe Bordeaux LA
_{[Now Playing: 'Tis A Pity She Was A Whore - David Bowie]}

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"Ladies and gentleman, this is your driver speaking," announced a voice over the coach's speaker system, stirring Emory Fairchild from the state of half-sleep that he had been senselessly drifting in and out of for the entirety of the eleven hour journey. "We are shortly arriving at the Pointe Bordeaux Central Interchange, and we would ask all our passengers to begin gathering their belongings and preparing to leave the bus. It's been a pleasure to drive you on this cross-state route from Longhorn City and we thank you for choosing Grayson-Wair Travel." the driver continued, his words bearing all the enthusiasm of a three day old helium balloon. "We hope to see you again soon - Grayson-Wair'll take you there!"

Emory rolled his eyes in contempt, sitting upright in his chair and trying to perk himself up. He earned no encouragement from the day, which remained unwaveringly grey and overcast as a fine drizzle peppered the smeared windows of the coach. The dull neon sheen of the city didn't seem to welcome him much, either, but Emory found it difficult to take offence. It was as if the tall and garishly-lit buildings that loomed above him as they pulled into the coach station were judging him somehow; shaking their heads in shame and disapproval of the scum that was being delivered into the heart of the city.

It was a sentiment Emory regrettably shared as he stole a glance at the ticket in his hands, its three-figure price sum staring back at him without forgiveness. It was by no means the lowest the twenty-two year old had sunk for money, but Emory couldn't help but feel ashamed of his own rapidly-deteriorating moral code and self worth. The lengths he would go to in order to procure finances were growing further and further out of his comfort zone; the knowledge and awareness of which alarmed the young man considerably.

But it wasn't the things he'd done that had plagued him the most on the almost day-long journey; it wasn't his misdeeds that had bound his conscience to a consistent state of waxing and waning, unable to settle in either realm of slumber or alertness. No, what had haunted Emory Fairchild the most about this journey was its purpose.

As he disembarked the vehicle and flashed his ticket to the station-master, Emory stopped to take in the size of the city before observing the crumpled flyer that had not left his furious grip for the entirety of his travel. Smoothening out the promotional print so that it was reasonably legible, Emory read the bold typeface for what seemed like the millionth time; taking in every word despite the ferocity with which they turned his stomach as they danced around that all-too-familiar logo of Fairchild Electronics.

Screwing the document up into a tight ball, he launched it at a nearby trashcan in anger; though his aim was off-target, and the projectile merely ricocheted off the rim of the steel receptacle and gambolled off along the station's tiled floor. Emory noticed not, however, his eyes fixed upon a desk that sat beneath a suitably large sign, upon which the words "VISITOR INFORMATION" were emblazoned clearly. He approached with purpose, pushing his messy bleached hair back off his face before he spoke to the woman behind the glass.

"I'm looking for the city hall."