The Depths Of Ranjan
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Join Date: 2002-11-24 Member: 9807Members
Join Date: 2002-11-24 Member: 9807Members
<div class="IPBDescription">Up for a round of NS-roleplaying?</div> With lucid reality using the term "roleplaying" for his thread, it go me thinking:D
Is anyone in here up for some real roleplaying? No dice, quite hard to do in here, but with characters and that stuff:D
Gonna keep the role as dungeon-master(or should it be spaceship-master <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->):
<i>It's a strange collection of people, the team of assembled frontiersmen. Around the room are scattered groups of people, all trying to get to know each other, all of them different. The base has just been assembled after a severe catastrophy on a nearby ship, it's name not known to the soldiers, where the crew was slaughtered by a kharaa infection, and the frontiersman team following them had no better fate. No one on the base knows if there's a specific reason for the deployment of the frontiersman cruiser to the far-out part of the Ariadne Arm, but rumors are starting to appear in the mess hall, some people talk about the nearby ship, some claim that a new infection has happened, there's even whispers of the target being a Kharaa homeworld. The leaders are continually denying those rumors, especially the Kharaa homeworld recieves a lot of comments, the "suits" claiming that there hasn't even been a sign of a Kharaa homeworld existing</i>
<b>OOC: So, if anyone is ready for some roleplaying, get yourself a character and start taking part in the story <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->. Actions in asterisks (*I'm walking*), speech in quotation marks ("hello") and out-of-character talk in bold text(OOC talk is when you're not acting as a part of the story, but talking about the real world)</b>
Is anyone in here up for some real roleplaying? No dice, quite hard to do in here, but with characters and that stuff:D
Gonna keep the role as dungeon-master(or should it be spaceship-master <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->):
<i>It's a strange collection of people, the team of assembled frontiersmen. Around the room are scattered groups of people, all trying to get to know each other, all of them different. The base has just been assembled after a severe catastrophy on a nearby ship, it's name not known to the soldiers, where the crew was slaughtered by a kharaa infection, and the frontiersman team following them had no better fate. No one on the base knows if there's a specific reason for the deployment of the frontiersman cruiser to the far-out part of the Ariadne Arm, but rumors are starting to appear in the mess hall, some people talk about the nearby ship, some claim that a new infection has happened, there's even whispers of the target being a Kharaa homeworld. The leaders are continually denying those rumors, especially the Kharaa homeworld recieves a lot of comments, the "suits" claiming that there hasn't even been a sign of a Kharaa homeworld existing</i>
<b>OOC: So, if anyone is ready for some roleplaying, get yourself a character and start taking part in the story <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->. Actions in asterisks (*I'm walking*), speech in quotation marks ("hello") and out-of-character talk in bold text(OOC talk is when you're not acting as a part of the story, but talking about the real world)</b>
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Is what I use to distinguish happenings, I am the dungeon master, I tell you what happens around you(have no idea why anyone started calling me a rear admiral <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->)
<b>Bold</b>
Is out of character, what you're saying that isnt part of the story.
"Text in quotation marks"
Is speech, what your character says
*text in asterisks*
Is what yuor character DOES
STICK TO THAT. You don't know each other, no reason for a magical green text to tell everyone in the room who you are. No reason for other people to mess with the DM role. No reason for ^, < or ~. If you lack some way of expressing something(you don't but just in case), use OOC speech marked with bold to tell us what I forgot to allow for. And if people would please convert the first part of the roleplaying(edit posts).
And ratfire, we're still on the TSA cruiser, assembling people and getting to know each other(again, no reason for the green text).
And a last note, how come you people are equipped with HA even before the mission? please stick to the NS universe, we can't roleplay when everyone is playing their own game. Which also leaves it important that peolpe don't make up their own happenings, if there's frozen skulks in the fridge, I'm gonna be the one to say so, because if every post adds a new happening, we'll end in chaos. <b>Part of the point of roleplaying is that everyone reacts to the same subject, it's NOT an "everyone writes 4 words" story, IT'S ROLEPLAYING.</b>
*wakes up*
"omg, I hate those dreams in dreams, they're so weird"
*get's dressed and walks to mess-hall to get some breakfast, it's 7 in the morning*
"what a nightmare. glad it was only a dream though"
*looks at clock*
"7am?? i was supposed to get a lie in today, something about my excellent performance on the simulator yesterday. Anyway, no point wasting time."
*heads for the showers*
"Its 7am. SCREW THAT"
*rolls back over*
*rolls around on bed, rolls right off*
"ow. stupid pansy little cot. too damn small for me."
*glances at clock*
"7am...err...frick. I overslept, stupid ruddy clock with no alarm."
*gets up, pulls on BDU, heads to the mess hall for a quick cup of coffee. grabs a cup and goes find a cornor far away from the others*
"Damn!"
*Stumbles out of bed and groggily puts on BDU and heads for the mess hall*
<b>P.S. This dudes name is Cpl. John Stark I geuss</b>
*contemplates dropping from ceiling and eating sleeping human*
*decides against is as footsteps come up the hallway*
*klik kliks into vent and away from sleeping quarters*
*chuckles*
*thinks to self "I sense a disturbance in the force."*
*puts down cup of coffee, gets up and goes to the sleeping quarters, pistol in hand*
<b>just use my name as it appears here</b>
*knocks on the door of "Cpl. John Stark", or whatever the hell his name is*
<b>And remember, none of you SAW the annoying kid, he didn't leave any marks. The story is not ready for the action just yet, but the time will come</b>
*stumbles in, half asleep, half awake from the starboard dorms*
"Christ, after all this time in the forces, i <i>still</i> can't get a grip on these early starts"
*Trying to remain relatively unseen by higher commanding officers leisurely discussing current affairs over their superior breakfasts, i try to grab a strong coffee and get sat down in a secluded area of mess to collect my thoughts and actually wake up*
*avoiding contact with the other Fronteirsmen i set my standard issue TSA CZU on the table and quietly begin to dismantle it piece by piece for cleaning and maintenance*
<i> In one end of the hall, a TSA official walks quickly trough the room to the briefing room. Unlike usual occasions, he seems to try and avoid too much attention. Every few minutes, other officials pass by, none of them seem to be in their usual good mood, you are unable to meet the eyes of any of them.</i>
*realises it's not really much of his own business and gets back to arms maintenance*
Awake.
Private John Carpathia always had problems remembering where he was when he wake up since he joined the TSA marine´s core. Every day awakening in a diferent place, surounded by diferent people, made it dificult for him to remember small details such as his room number, his ship name or his assigned duty. That is why he was late that morning.
But soon after the dreams gave room to reality, he remembered everything. Well, not everything, but enought to know that he should had been awake 35 minutes earlier, and that he was already late for the mission briefing.
As he tried to get up, his head bumped in the bed upside him. Cursing the TSA engineers for designing
spaceships dormitorys even smaller than an XX´s century submarine room, he gathered his equipments and went to the mess hall.
"That is great, arriving late with a injury in my head. That will give me really nice nicknames."
*sit's down next to Terran*
"he man, what do u think about all this? Gives me the creeps, all the officials sneaking around"
*meanwhile cleaning weapon and playing around with knife
"i dunno. they always do that to keep an eye on us so we don't take away any souvenirs from their ships after we rescue em i suppose."
*still is looking at j2pc as he plays with the knife with concern*
*sip*
"are you sure you should play with a knife like that. Back from my Delta regiment, some guy tried to do a flourish, and he ended up droping the damn thing blade down on his foot. went right through it, all 4 inches of that steel blade."
ADDED:
*sniffs the air wafting over from the gaming room, which is theoretically closed*
"what the hell is burning?"
Well, ok.
But I guess that roleplaying this way is not fun at all.
*get's very startled by human who walks below him and starts to smoke*
*sit's very still and let's the cloaking do it's job*
*is glad that he has sensory and defence, and residual motion from being on a planet with three MC's*
*contemplates dropping down on hapeless human, decides against it*
*heads for the conference room*
*realizes that i am early*
*leaves, goes back to quarters, opens up computer terminal*
*starts up a vidlink back to home planet, starts ranting with old bud*
*Staggers into mess hall bleary-eyed and wretched-haired*
"Man do I have one helluva hangover. And you'll never believe it - I had a dream I found frozen skulks in our fridge!"
*Sits*