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Post coming tomorrow, I got sick yesterday, but I'm feeling better. Sorry to keep you guys waiting. ;c
I've had a bit of a busy week. I'll probably be posting on Friday or this weekend sometime.
Genkai said
Thanks, it was a bitch to render but I was pleased with finally finding a suitable ship.
If you don't mind me asking, is that ship from any particular science fiction work? It looks vaguely familiar to me for some reason.
Also, posted. It looked a lot longer when I was typing it up, although that could just be the result of my tired self.
Nathaniel stared at the bedside clock. 1:47. He thought briefly about how strange it seemed to enumerate each moment in the day, to give time quantity, to give it thinginess. After a few minutes of further pondering about the matter, he decided that it would be better left to philosophers and such. He was a mathematician, somebody who dealt with things far less abstract than nebulous philosophical concepts. 1:51. Why would an alien bother coming to Earth? Presumably, if a civilization had the technology to travel between star systems in a timely manner, then they could probably just observe us from somewhere far enough away to avoid detection by the myriad of satellites in low-Earth orbit. Detection could be disastrous, if the Earthlings got a good enough look at you.
That train of thought trailed off as Nathaniel drifted back to sleep. The clock dutifully kept time as he slept, as that's all it knew how to do. About forty minutes later he woke up. 2:31. He cursed into his pillow when he saw the time. He needed to get moving if he wanted to get to the meeting place in time. He picked up his belongings and hurried down to the main lobby of the hotel. He quickly checked out, although the person at the desk in the main lobby barely acknowledged his existence as he dd so, and then he ran out to his car. It was about 2:45 AM at this point, and he estimated that it would take him about ten minutes to get to Central Park from the hotel, if he was lucky. He didn't trust his luck, unfortunately, and groaned as he realized that he was most likely not going to be there in time. As it turned out, he was right to not trust his luck, as he seemed to hit every single red light. He parked his car and then started to run towards where he thought the tennis courts in Central Park would be. He had only been there once before, but fortunately, he found his way to the tennis courts. He took a seat on one of the benches on the side of the court and checked his phone, it was 2:58. Nathaniel breathed a sigh of relief, he would not be late for whatever it was that was going to happen here.
He looked up from his phone and took a look around. There were some other people here, one of which was dressed quite strangely, as if one had taken random items out of someone's wardrobe and thrown them on somebody, and then on top of that threw on a shawl that certainly didn't match, but covered the individual's face. If there was anyone that would be an alien here, it would most likely be that person. If not, then at the very least their tastes in clothing were alien. A couple people were talking to the oddly dressed individual, although he couldn't quite make out what they were talking about, not that he was really trying to. After a moment the strangely dressed individual removed the shawl, and Nathaniel's eyes widened slightly at what he saw. Either this was an elaborate hoax, or this really was an alien, as its face certainly didn't look human. Even if it wasn't a hoax he wanted to stay around to see what happened. Nathaniel picked up his backpack and walked a bit closer towards the awkwardly dressed...thing. As he did so he saw it gestured towards what he could only assume was its ship, which was certainly unlike anything of earthly make. Somebody holding a plant barged past him and started to babble to the alien; apparently the plant the man was holding meant something to him, as he had even named it. While the appearance of the alien intrigued him, the behavior of this man was certainly out of this world.
This would be a night to remember, regardless of how this meeting shaped up.
That train of thought trailed off as Nathaniel drifted back to sleep. The clock dutifully kept time as he slept, as that's all it knew how to do. About forty minutes later he woke up. 2:31. He cursed into his pillow when he saw the time. He needed to get moving if he wanted to get to the meeting place in time. He picked up his belongings and hurried down to the main lobby of the hotel. He quickly checked out, although the person at the desk in the main lobby barely acknowledged his existence as he dd so, and then he ran out to his car. It was about 2:45 AM at this point, and he estimated that it would take him about ten minutes to get to Central Park from the hotel, if he was lucky. He didn't trust his luck, unfortunately, and groaned as he realized that he was most likely not going to be there in time. As it turned out, he was right to not trust his luck, as he seemed to hit every single red light. He parked his car and then started to run towards where he thought the tennis courts in Central Park would be. He had only been there once before, but fortunately, he found his way to the tennis courts. He took a seat on one of the benches on the side of the court and checked his phone, it was 2:58. Nathaniel breathed a sigh of relief, he would not be late for whatever it was that was going to happen here.
He looked up from his phone and took a look around. There were some other people here, one of which was dressed quite strangely, as if one had taken random items out of someone's wardrobe and thrown them on somebody, and then on top of that threw on a shawl that certainly didn't match, but covered the individual's face. If there was anyone that would be an alien here, it would most likely be that person. If not, then at the very least their tastes in clothing were alien. A couple people were talking to the oddly dressed individual, although he couldn't quite make out what they were talking about, not that he was really trying to. After a moment the strangely dressed individual removed the shawl, and Nathaniel's eyes widened slightly at what he saw. Either this was an elaborate hoax, or this really was an alien, as its face certainly didn't look human. Even if it wasn't a hoax he wanted to stay around to see what happened. Nathaniel picked up his backpack and walked a bit closer towards the awkwardly dressed...thing. As he did so he saw it gestured towards what he could only assume was its ship, which was certainly unlike anything of earthly make. Somebody holding a plant barged past him and started to babble to the alien; apparently the plant the man was holding meant something to him, as he had even named it. While the appearance of the alien intrigued him, the behavior of this man was certainly out of this world.
This would be a night to remember, regardless of how this meeting shaped up.
Before I do anything constructive, I would just like to say that I love the look of the ship at the top of the first IC post. :3
RPer
Age: 19
Frequency Online: Daily
Favorite Ice Cream: Vanilla, I'm a boring person
Occupation: College student
College Major: Astrophysics
Any Fandoms You Enjoy: Star Trek, H2G2, to name a couple
Character
Status: Temporary, I'll likely ditch him in favor of an alien eventually
Opening and Closing Post: [link from the IC to their first and if applicable, final post]
Name: Nathaniel Smith
Birth date: March 19th, 1987, Duluth, Minnesota (Age: 27)
Appearance: Here
4 Positive Adjectives: Inquisitive, intelligent, confident, easygoing
2 Negative Adjectives: Stubborn, impatient
Family: Mother, Father, two older sisters
Education: Master's - Mathematics
3 Hobbies or Talents:
- Has a passing interest in UFO sightings and related phenomena
- Avid reader, usually carries a book with him
- Collects rocks
2 Fears:
- Heights
- Fire
A Glimpse of...
Nathaniel flopped into the bed in his hotel room, exhausted. He had spent most of his time that day at a convention in New York City not far from the hotel, where he met with several of his former colleagues. As enjoyable as it was, he couldn't stand the crowds, or the traffic that seemed to clog every street. How anyone got around in cities as large as NYC was beyond him. He continued to lay on the bed, attempting to get a bit of rest. Unfortunately, his mind had other ideas; something reminded him of a poster he had seen earlier in the day.
With no small amount of effort, he dragged himself off the bed, opened up his backpack, and took out his phone. A few seconds later he was looking at a picture of one of the posters he saw. It intrigued him, although it was most likely either a prank or would be a meeting for crazy people. Still, what if it was legitimate? He could finally settle the age-old question of whether or not intelligent life existed beyond Earth. Nobody would believe him if it did prove to be what it claimed, but at least it would settle his own doubts. Regardless of what happened, he figured, it would likely be interesting enough to be worth his time.
Several minutes later, he found the motivation to pack his backpack with some basic necessities just in case, and then he threw himself back onto the bed and fell asleep.
Age: 19
Frequency Online: Daily
Favorite Ice Cream: Vanilla, I'm a boring person
Occupation: College student
College Major: Astrophysics
Any Fandoms You Enjoy: Star Trek, H2G2, to name a couple
Character
Status: Temporary, I'll likely ditch him in favor of an alien eventually
Opening and Closing Post: [link from the IC to their first and if applicable, final post]
Name: Nathaniel Smith
Birth date: March 19th, 1987, Duluth, Minnesota (Age: 27)
Appearance: Here
4 Positive Adjectives: Inquisitive, intelligent, confident, easygoing
2 Negative Adjectives: Stubborn, impatient
Family: Mother, Father, two older sisters
Education: Master's - Mathematics
3 Hobbies or Talents:
- Has a passing interest in UFO sightings and related phenomena
- Avid reader, usually carries a book with him
- Collects rocks
2 Fears:
- Heights
- Fire
A Glimpse of...
Nathaniel flopped into the bed in his hotel room, exhausted. He had spent most of his time that day at a convention in New York City not far from the hotel, where he met with several of his former colleagues. As enjoyable as it was, he couldn't stand the crowds, or the traffic that seemed to clog every street. How anyone got around in cities as large as NYC was beyond him. He continued to lay on the bed, attempting to get a bit of rest. Unfortunately, his mind had other ideas; something reminded him of a poster he had seen earlier in the day.
With no small amount of effort, he dragged himself off the bed, opened up his backpack, and took out his phone. A few seconds later he was looking at a picture of one of the posters he saw. It intrigued him, although it was most likely either a prank or would be a meeting for crazy people. Still, what if it was legitimate? He could finally settle the age-old question of whether or not intelligent life existed beyond Earth. Nobody would believe him if it did prove to be what it claimed, but at least it would settle his own doubts. Regardless of what happened, he figured, it would likely be interesting enough to be worth his time.
Several minutes later, he found the motivation to pack his backpack with some basic necessities just in case, and then he threw himself back onto the bed and fell asleep.
I'm interested. Should I bring my towel?
Hello again, you guys probably don't remember be, but I joined RPG last summer and then fell into almost complete inactivity after classes started to overwhelm my free time. It's nice to see the site back up again.
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