[Always Accepting] The Session Restoration Council: The Rule-of-Cool Boat

[Tluthal]

NOTE: THINK OF THIS KINDA LIKE THE TROLLSLUM/CHUMROLL. WE'RE HERE FOR YOU TO ORGANIZE NEW SESSIONS.

DA RULES:

1) No godmoding. Seriously. You get one warning so you can retcon, next offense is a ban.

2) You can only have one instance of a character running around at the same time.
[EXAMPLE: Tluthal has Trollianstuck CA and Empress CA. They are distinct instances of the same character. She wants to save both of them, but as they are still clearly the same character, she can't have both active at the same time. So if TCA is up and about, ECA must be asleep, and vice-versa.]

3) We are open acceptance, but if someone does not want to interact with you, don't try to force them to. It's a huge ship, it's entirely possible for people to never run into each other.

DA PREMISE:

At some unknown point in paradox time, a session hijacked a Skaian battleship in order to save failed sessions. No one knows who this first session was, all we know is that the ship has four roles it requires to run properly...

___ of Chaos [Currently: Lohqua Dibare. Baroness of Chaos.]
___of Space [Currently: Sankey Jeriji. Rouge of Space.]
___ of Time [Currently: Heshi Sentian. Heir of Time]
Seer of ___ [Currently: Katherine Nihilus. Seer of Void.]

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What exactly do these four "Navigators" Do?

Time Navigator: Helps make the Map

Space Navigator: Helps make the Maps.

Sight Navigator: Reads and Interprets the Maps, plots the general course, pilots the ship while in the Medium.

Chaos Navigator: Actually pilots the Ship through Paradox Space.

Yes, seriously, it's that simple.

The ship seems to go where it's needed, though it is possible to override this autopilot. The Noble Circles of Horrorterrors generally leave the ship alone as well.

In any case, the purpose of the ship [and this thread] is to rescue characters from abandoned sessions [roleplays. Even if they aren't technically a session.]. Of course, just rescuing them to live on an enormous battleship for the rest of eternity wouldn't be any fun in the long run, so the real purpose is to form new, MUCH MORE KICKASS sessions of people who will have a little more encouragement to NOT quit.

To facilitate this, the ship has a platform where teams can be deposited so they don't take chunks out of the ship when being transported into their new session. There are an unlimited number of disks, and since everyone's played through before, some of the stupider and more boring early-session-shenanigans can be easily avoided. Because awesome. Awesome is why. And because after you've played through it a few times it gets kinda boring. AND BECAUSE STOP THROWING MY LOAD GAPER AROUND, YOU RETARDED GROINMOLLUSKS!

Incase this wasn't obvious enough, the ship runs on DEAD DAVES, DOOMED HESHIS, MAGIC, STUPID STUPID DUMB, the laws of narrative convenience, dramatic irony, the rule of funny, and TaB in order to allow this to work, when by all accounts it shouldn't. Try to have fun with your newly adopted characters and remember that you're working as a team, and joining IS a commitment, we don't want to have to rescue you RETARDED GROINMOLLUSKS again, and again, and again, and it goes on and loops and then dead Daves start piling up and nobody wants that.

In an aside, basically think of this as a 'dead session Trollslum' except we aren't just trolls. We are the 'dead session Chumroll' too. There are NO racial restrictions, and YES we would like to encourage you to form troll-human sessions SLOPPY MAKEOUTS Bizarre species hybrids, as Tlu has been shown to make possible, via messy ectobiolobullshit (is that what they're calling dongs these days [yes]) [Damn right she has!]. Additionally, "new" characters with a fitting backstory are welcome, and characters who have not been in sessions at all before are welcome to contact people here [you just can't join the ship]. But seriously, cross Trollslum/Chumroll memos are also welcome, we don't mind newbie characters joining session with more experienced characters here.

In case it seriously wasn't clear, this thread is about SESSION CREATION, not CHARACTER CREATION. Post your new fan characters in the Trollslum or Chumroll, that's not what this is for. This is just an excuse to allow new sessions for old characters, so people with the proper backstory are welcome to join in, but don't expect us to go easy on you. We're assuming you've got the experience to dedicate yourself to your new session.

SO! LET'S MEET OUR NAVIGATORS.
[AKA our founding members and moderators.]

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[In no particular order]
rampantVariable
Tluthal
scientificBlues
MayorSillyBiscuits
underlyingAugment
frolic
BenevolentDemon
CRP_MMDUDE

AND LET'S MEET THE CHARACTERS

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adjutorObedientiary - Moonstuck, Mountainstem
constitutionalAbsence - Trollianstuck, Order of the Future Empress, Order of the Empress
winnowedRemorse - Desertstem
ludicrousDiver - [Unnamed Session]
nucleicBachelor - Moonstuck
technoStargazer - Dawn of Future's Past
ravenousReason - Dawn of Future's Past
necroBiologist - Moonstuck, Trollianstuck, Mountainstem
concreteTechnocrat - Order of the Future Empress, Order of the Empress
hyperkineticSalvo - Alpha Chain, Mountainstem
SomnambulistRedoubles - Mountainstem [minor mods]

Also you can find our typewith.me here.
Our IRC is #src on Skaia.Net, feel free to come in and say hi. There's a mibbit link in my signature.

This is for characters from failed/dead sessions to move into new sessions - aka characters from dead roleplays you wish to continue using.


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[Tluthal]

-- ludicrousDiver [LD] began pestering adjutorObedientiary [AO] --

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LD: Helllo
AO: Hii
LD: Who are you
AO: Lohqua Dibare, you?
LD: Heshi Sentian
AO: Niice to meet you He2hii.
LD: Its nice to meeet you tooo
LD: How did you get stuck in here
AO: Long 2tory 2hort I was brought here by a friiend.
LD: Hate to telll you this but your friend is an asss
AO: Yeah II know.
LD: So he get out
LD: Or is he here tooo
AO: He'2 here too
LD: Who is he
AO: Whiich one?
LD: The one who got you stuck in here
AO: Oh, hiim? Tartu2.
AO: II'm 2tiil tryiing to fiigure out who all got re2cued.
LD: I have a feeeling very few have but many willl
AO: You're probably riight. IIt'2 good though.
LD: How is it goood
AO: Well 2afety iin number2 of cour2e.
LD: We are in the midddle of nowhere
AO: Ye2, iin parado% 2pace, 2urrounded by pure chao2.
LD: How did your sesssion fuck up
AO: Hone2tly II'm not entiirely 2ure! II ju2t know one day thii2 2hiip 2howed up and we were told we c001d eiither diie iin our 2e22iion or come here and fiind a new one to joiin.
LD: Thats quite a story
AO: II gue22.
LD: Mine is almost as amazing
AO: Do tell then.
LD: I am the Heir of Time
AO: II'm the Barone22 of Chao2.
AO: Go ahead.
LD: During my sesssion I was contacted by future me being told that we were dooomed
AO: Wow.
LD: At the time I did not believe him as obviously I was in the alpha timeline
LD: When my turn came I forced past me into the ship
LD: Therefore
LD: I am doomed
AO: Wow.
LD: dooomed
LD: It is annnoying being the Heir of TIme
AO: Yeah, II'd iimagiine.
LD: There are threee mes in this rooom right now
AO: Good griief!
LD: Exactly
LD: All of us are dooomed
AO: Jeeze. And of cour2e that'2 a power 2ource for u2.
LD: So that is where so many of me go
LD: Into the fuel cellls
AO: Ye2.
AO: IIt'2 a rather chaotiic proce22, that'2 the only rea2on II know.
LD: At least I know where I willl be going
AO: Ye2.
LD: I willl keeep this secret from the other mes
LD: Chances arre they would revolt and killl me
AO: That make2 2en2e.
AO: Hone2tly II c001d probably u2e more me2 to keep the chao2 back but II can handle iit.
LD: Was I just speaking to you
AO: Techniically, ye2.
LD: An alternate timeline me then
LD: I seee
AO: Ye2. Parado% 2pace doe2 2trange thiing2.
LD: He destroyed his trollltag
LD: Fucking prick
AO: IIntere2tiing.
LD: What is
AO: Oh jeegu2 my eye2.
LD: Sorrry
LD: Is that bettter
AO: Ye2 thank you. 2orry, they're 2ort of 2en2iitiive.
LD: I did not mean to harm your eyes
LD: Please acccept my sincerest apologies
AO: IIt'2 fiine. No need to apologiize, you diidn't know.
LD: Alright
AO: C:=
LD: I dont do smilies
AO: Oh, 2orry.
LD: No harm done
AO: Okay, glad to hear iit. II w001dn't want to hurt you.
LD: How would a text based expresssion harm me
AO: True.
LD: Dear lord
AO: What?
LD: Check the time I spoke to you
AO: Um...?
AO: 4:13?
LD: 03:14
LD: Even for the Heir of TIme that is a rarity for me
AO: Arc nubmer2.
AO: Ye2.
AO: number2. 2tupiid 2tupiid dumb keyboard.
LD: Haha
AO: Hee.
LD: Haaa
LD: He told us a depresssing fact
LD: So we killled him
LD: By us I mean mes (plural)
AO: Ah, I 2ee.
LD: By him I mean Timeline Me number whatever
AO: Ye2, he 2u22pected a2 much.
LD: At least he wasnt a complete assshat
AO: Thii2 ii2 true. II rather liiked hiim actually.
LD: You just meeet him
LD: Me
LD: Whatever
AO: Ye2, doe2n't mean II c001dn't enjoy hii2 company.
LD: There is infinite mes so long as I abuse Time itself
AO: II 2ee.
LD: I have yet to go past threee mes at a time
AO: Aaah.
LD: I think more than threee of me is just intolerable
AO: That'2 po22iible. 2orry, had to vii2iit the load gaper.
LD: Load gaper
AO: Ye2.
LD: What is that
AO: ._.
AO: The toiilet iif you want to be preten2iiou2.
LD: Then calll it a toilet
AO: A load gaper ii2 a toiilet ii2 a load gaper.
LD: A hat is an adornment you wear upon the top of your head
LD: Yet I do not calll a hat a Head ornament
AO: ._.
AO: Well yeah you do but that'2 be2iide the poiint.
LD: Whatever
AO: Whatever iindeed.
LD: Do not agreee with indiffference
AO: Whyever not?
LD: I have no idea
AO: Hee.
LD: It just seeems unusual
AO: II 2uppo2e iit miight.
LD: Under many circumstances indiffference is absolutely absurd
AO: Under mo2t, even.
LD: So we do not neeed to agreee on it
AO: All riight, poiint taken.
LD: Thank you
AO: You're welcome.
LD: I just recallled an upsetting fact
AO: Oh dear, what ii2 that?
LD: I filll most of my own quadrants
LD: Watching me slap me made me remember that
AO: Oh dear. That ii2 iindeed upsettiing.
LD: I would go into detail
LD: However that might be annnoying for you
AO: IIf you liike.
AO: II don't miind.
LD: I take up my moirail quadrant
LD: My kismesis quadrant
LD: Along with auspistice
LD: Since there are threee mes present at any given time
LD: If I folllow a looop
AO: So all you're mii22iing ii2 mate2priit.
AO: IIntere2tiing.
LD: Well duh
LD: I am not narcissstic
AO: Good to know.
LD: First me is usuallly the moirail
LD: Second me is the auspiistice
LD: Third me is the Kismesis
AO: Wow.
LD: First me <> Second me, Third me <3< First me, Second me c3- First me <3< Third me
AO: sheesh.
LD: Telll me about it
AO: Ye2.
LD: So how is me not having a matesprit interesting
AO: IIt ju2t ii2. II'm not a 2hiiper or anythiing, but iit iintere2t2 me.
LD: Did you expect me to filll my own matesprit quadrant
AO: No.
AO: Of cour2e not, that w001d be 2illy.
LD: I am disgusted enough I have to be kismesis with myself
LD: I have to filll a pail with myself
AO: You c001d alway2 2earch for 2omeone you hate more.
LD: Do you know how disgusting that is
AO: oO IIt'2 what mo2t people wiith no quadrants fiilled re2ort to.
LD: It wouldnt last
LD: Fillling a pail with a future/past self
LD: Who the fuck else can do that
AO: No, fiilliing one on one'2 own.
LD: I have to filll it with me me(third)
AO: Ee2h.
LD: Yes
AO: That 2uck2.
LD: Incredibly much so
AO: Ye2.
LD: What about you
LD: Who fillls your quadrants
AO: Erm. II have an odd relatiion2hiip.
LD: I doubt it is oddder than mine
LD: So telll me
AO: He u2ed to be my moiiraiil but he'2 my kii2me2ii2 now.
LD: How sadddening
AO: Ye2.
AO: II 2uppo2e.
LD: What about your matesprit
AO: Don't have one.
LD: How sad
AO: Yeah.
LD: If we are to be stuck on this ship we might as welll start shippping
AO: Thii2 ii2 true. Giive2 u2 2omethiing to do at lea2t.
LD: It is bettter than watching me(two) and me(third) baking
AO: Baking.
LD: Yes
LD: Baking
AO: 2ound2 fun actually.
LD: It is pointlesss
LD: I do not eat
AO: Oh. 2o they're makiing iit for 2omeone el2e?
LD: Not likely
LD: Let me ask me
AO: Okay.
LD: I toook the hat
LD: They said I knew who I was baking for
LD: I think me(two) is infatuated with you
AO: Um.
AO: Oh.
LD: Yes
LD: I am Me(one)
LD: Chances are me(two) will be killled sooon enough
AO: Oh. II 2ee.
LD: Then a new me willl arrrive
LD: Then I become me(two)
AO: Aaah. Wow.
LD: Such logic
LD: Why must it be so bafffling
AO: IIndeed.
LD: Fortunately the other mes dont retain memories of the me that was before them in the looop
AO: Oh, that'2 good II gue22.
LD: Alll it means is when I become me(two) i willl not be infatuated with you
AO: Aah. Okay.
LD: So dont fret
AO: Okay.
LD: I am going to beat him over the head with a frying pan
LD: Give me a moment
AO: o_o Why?
LD: Because me just poured baking powder on me
AO: Hehehehehe.
AO: Maybe II 2h001d come fiind you three.
LD: Hahaha
LD: We are in the kitchen
AO: II'll try and fiind iit. II've been iin my room most of the tiime.
LD: Me and me could make a map
AO: That w001d help. II'm iin room uh...
AO: 724 AABD?
LD: Alright
AO: Thii2 numberiing 2y2tem ii2 weiird.
LD: Give mes a moment
AO: Okay.
LD: http://oi51.tinypic.com/29z56ox.jpg
LD: Remind me to keeep me(third) away from the markers
AO: Duly noted.
AO: II'm tryiing to deciipher thiis.
LD: Follow the red line
LD: Thats the best advice I can give
AO: IIt 100k2 liike II 2h001d go through 2ome wall2.
AO: II thiink II've got iit though.
AO: Giive me a few miinute2.
LD: Alright
LD: We willl be waiting
AO: Okay.

It did take her quite a while to get there, but eventually the short blacksmith did find her way to the kitchen. "It'th a damn mathe in here."

Within the kitchen she locates three robotic trolls, one sits back and stays on trollian, the others appear to be finishing off the cake they were baking, one of them waves, "Hello!"

"Hi." She smiled shyly at them, coming over to look at the cake. She's wearing a surprisngly frilly black and gold dress, and her hair's pulled back into a complicated braided coif. She could easily pass for a blueblood if it weren't for her viscious overbite.

The two baking the cake are messy with baking powder, each one of their mechanical exteriors is adorned with the same symbol, simple pants cover their lower hides. "Do you want a piece?" offers The second Heshi.

She giggled and came over. "Thure! It lookth good."

The Second heshi flushed a light yellow and cut a piece, placing upon a plate and handing it to Her. The Third Heshi had begun to read over the shoulder of the Heshi still on Trollian.

She took it, smiling happily. "Thankth."

Second Heshi grinned widely. He sat down and began to draw with the markers, Third Heshi walked over to her, "Thats not a good thing to eat you know."

"Oh?" She looked up at him, curious.

Third Heshi continued, 'Eating that will make him even more flushed." He whispers, "We have never had a matesprit, we are incrdibly awkward."

She blinked and considered. "Hrm..."

"Its up to you, I just don't reccommend it."

"Underthtandable, ethpethially thinthe het'th fated to die thoon..." She mumbled to herself.

"Hmmm?" Third Heshi asked, he peered over at Second heshi for a moment.

"Nothing." She shook her head. "Nevermind." She patted his arm lightly and shrugged, tasting it cautiously.

Third heshi shook his head, as Second Heshi flushed yellow and began to draw and smile. First heshi peered over for a moment and shook his head as well.

She giggled slightly. "Not bad you two. Not bad at all."

Third Heshi grinned a bit and whispered, "damn right.." Second heshi walked over to Her, First Heshi continued to tap on Trollian.

She giggled again, eating it slowly. "Very good actually."

Third and Second hehsi both got flushed from embarassment, never before had their pointless cooking been complimented. Second Heshi smiled, Thank you! uhmmm.....Do we even know your name?" It suddenly dawned on him that all three of them had no idea of her name.

She tsked at them. "I'm Lohqua."

Second Heshi sighed a bit, "Sorry." Third Heshi chuckled at Second Heshi, First Heshi walked out of the room.

She giggled a little. "It'th okay. It'th nithe to meet you in perthon, Henthhi."

Second Heshi sat down, "Its nice to meet you as well." Third Heshi got back to baking, possibly cookies.

She giggled and nodded, she's actually pretty pleased. "Tho how long have you been here?" She looked curious.

Second heshi reached for a bit of the cake, pinching off a small portion and eating it, "We don't know, we aren't the first Heshi's to be on the ship. So chances are since it started up."

"Wow." She blinked. "That'th pretty amathing."

Second Heshi smiled a bit, showing yellow in the cheeks, "I guess so. Its not that nice...I mean...we all know we'll die. So we kind of just live."

"Yeah, I don't blame you. It'th a chaotic plathe and a chaotic life..." She nodded, smiling shyly again.

Second Heshi began to draw, it seemed like they did a variety of things depsite a short to long lifespan, "On this ship especially."

"Yeth. Leaveth me right in my element but it hath to be uncomfortable for otherth."

Second Teshi grips the marker tightly, Third Heshi ceases baking for a moment, before picking up where they left off.

She blinked at them. "What?"

Third Heshi turned, "We're doomed, first me, second me, third me." He sighs, "And we have no idea where more of us keep coming from."

She nodded. "Probably there'sth an alpha around here thomewhere and we jutht don't know who."

Third Heshi snickered, "If he is he is the biggest prick ever."

"Probably." She snickered.

Second heshi crumpled up the paper and grabbed a new to draw, "Do you want more cake?"

"Thure." She smiled a little. "Thank you."

Third Heshi cut a smaller slice than before and handed it to Lohqua. "There."

"Thank you." She took it, munching cheerfully.

Second Heshi walked over to third heshi and whispered in his ear, third heshi shook his head and second heshi pouted and sat back down.

She blinked, wondering what that was all about.

Second Heshi smiled, he kept coloring, THird Heshi stopped cooking, sitting down. "This Ship sure has nothing to do."

"I've notithed that." She nodded slowly. "Maybe we can unlock thomething to do?"

Second Heshi pondered a moment, "Keep going, I like where this is headed!"

She grinned slightly. "Hrm. Ith there a bridge or anything like that?"

Third Heshi stood up and offered a hand to her, "I'm sure there is, let's go find it." Second Heshi hufed, jealous.

"Okay." She nodded and stood, taking the hand offered with a smile.

Third Heshi held her hand and began to lead her down the halls, Second Heshi huffed and puffed and sighed and flushed Yellow.

She followed, looking around and trying to remember where they've been.

Third Heshi seemed to be in a bit of a rush, it was unclear why.

"Why are we running?" She asked, following as quickly as she could.

"No reason...none at all." He slowed his pace slightly, but did not let up on pulling her around.

"Theriouthy, what'th going on?" She doesn't resist.

He stops and hides her away into a room, so they aren't spied on, "I am trying to defy my doomed nature."

"Oh." She let him push her in. "I... I thee. I don't blame you."

"Of course not, I will die..second heshi will die...we all die." He kicks the door, " I have been here the longest of the current trio, and I do not wish to die for no reason!" He kicks the door again.

"Thurely one of you ith an alpha." She shook her head a little. "There hath to be thome way."

"There is an alpha, I bet my doomed life on it." He turns to her and gets on his knees to beg, "Find alpha Heshi, find him for me."

She blinked at the begging. "I'll do my betht, but I home in on Chaoth, not Or- Oooooh." Her eyes widened as she got an idea.

"Hmmm?" Third Heshi was curious.

"I don't like a lot of order. The alpha would be the orderlietht, tho... The area I don't want to go ith probably where he'd be."

"That makes sense, in a bizzare way."

"Welcome to my world." She laughed. "Tho. Let'th find him."

"Alright." Third Heshi stands up and brushes off his pants.

She offered him her hand, thinking carefully.

He grabbed her hand like before, he did not intend to lead this time.

"Hmm..." She starts into the corridor, turning her head until her stomach seems to drop. "Okay. Thith way." She starts there, squeezing his hand.

Third Heshi follows her diligently, he wonders where exactly they will find the alpha Heshi.

She leads him down into the depths of the ship, clearly not enjoying herself. "Urgh. I think I'm going to vomit."

Third Heshi slowed himself and picked her up, "Don't waste your energy then." He began to walk carefully and steadily, "Just don't vomit on me."

"Okay." She pointed out the way, until they arive at the boiler room. "Put me down!" She covers her mouth, eyes wide. Yep, she's gonna hurl.

Third Heshi puts her down and covers his eyes, he really doesn't want to see that.

She turns around, setting down a bowl out of her sylladex and kecks.

If robots could hurl, Heshi probably would right now.

"Th-thorry..."

"Its alright. Glad you didn't do it on me."

"Right. He'th in there." She pointed.

Third Heshi opens the door to the boiler room and peers inside, seeing a lowly janitor in wait. "....You."

Lohqua watches, getting her stomach and powers back under control.

Heshi, the alpha Heshi stands up, pulling out his weapon, a spear.

Third and Alpha Heshi duke it out, its not long before Third Heshi is severely wounded.

"Doomed timeline means doomed." Alpha Heshi stated.

Lohqua isn't surprised, just shakes her head slowly.

Third Heshi, lays in a puddle of yellow blood. His circuitry is failing and his eyes begin to dim.

Alpha Heshi shakes his head and sits back down.

"Hi." She said a little flatly, waving. Not that it really matters, but the bile she threw up is golden, it looks like liquid metal.

Alpha Heshi waved, "Was it worth the time and effort?"

Third Heshi continues to bleed to death.

"Well, I found out where you are for referenthe at leatht." She shrugged.

"What is that worth..." He tosses the spear into the head of Third Heshi, finishing him off, "....When you don't even know your own role."

"Role?" She blinked, clearly confused.

He stood up and picked up the corpse of a doomed him, tossing it into the boiler, "You are the Chaos Navigator."

"Baronethh." She corrected, then blinked. "Wait, what?"

"I'm gonna say this slowly, because I don't want to have to repeat myself." He grins and steps close to her, "You." Nearer, "Are" His face right in hers, "The Chaos Navigator."

She glares up at him. "And what the fuck doeth that mean?"

"You help navigate the ship, what else would it mean." He kisses her and then pushes her off and slams the boiler room door, shouting, "Make me proud, Lohqua!"

She gaped in shock at the door, utterly baffled. He just- and then- "WHAT. THE. FUCK!!" She finally screamed at the door, storming off to try and find the bridge and maybe get an actual answer out of someone.

Alpha Heshi stayed in the Boiler room, where Second Heshi was a new Third Heshi dropped into the room, this Heshi became the First, Second Heshi the Third, First Heshi became the Second, and the cycle continued.

[orngjce223]

This looks extremely intriguing. I would put my own dead-session character here if I wasn't full up.

Note: GNUrb, the main software of that other RP I'm in, has the ability to "rescue" players from extant*-but-null sessions, which we have used and you could probably use if you wish (not that I'm saying you should, only that it's a possibility). The problem with using GNUrb, of course, is that it is massively buggy - so yeah, you'll /probably/ be able to finish a session, all the major bits are in place - but your consorts might not be helpful at all, or there may be certain puzzles which are unsolvable, or your exile may be completely nuts.

Moreover, there /is/ some plot, related to GNUrb's existence and players, that we'll need to relate to you for you to participate in (won't take all that long IC, and OOC there's actually not much at all to do). As a result I would greatly prefer that those using this method of rescue have a lot of computer experience. Which isn't much of a stretch given that GNUrb is an obscure project known only by a sourceforge page and some rumors on the Internet.

Of course, if you just want the Rule of Cool-boat to pick your character up without this or any explanation, feel entirely free to. I mean not everyone is going to want to explain that twelve to sixteen hours of IC time spent on [redacted for spoilers], right? And the bugs would cramp anyone's game.

N.B. This "plot" does /not/ involve actually doing anything for GNUrb, or joining it. In fact we're more than full up. But since my character will ultimately be the one coordinating this thing, and I will eventually need some names of "extras" to dump in there, I figured it was worth asking. Even if I don't need these things before something like six months in the future.

* "Extant" means, essentially, "currently existing". There. You learned a new word today. :v

[Tluthal]

Oh, we're not full at all 8D Think of this kinda like the trollslum! We're open to everyone.

Seriously, list keeps growing. Think of this as a dead session trollslum/chumroll. We're just trying to get people from roleplays that have died playing again.

And anyone who's interested in the GNUrb is of course welcome to use that XD

Edit: Making this post a little more useful, let's meet one of our navigators.

Lohqua Dibare, Chaos Navigator: Moonstuck [Mods]

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Trolltag: adjutorObedientiary
Title: Baroness of Chaos
Echeladder: God Tier
Mental Status: Shithive Maggots. [Not particularly stable, but must be provoked. Unfortunately, very easily provoked. Likes to throw people around and set them on fire.]
Sylladex: Dewey Decimal Modus [Though the order annoys her. She'd be quite willing to trade for something like the Miracle Modus]
Strife Specibus: Armorkind, Hammerkind [Mirrored Regispace and Hanvil]

This version is a fully-realized version of Lohqua as an Sgrub Player. End game, God tiered... and completely nuts because of it. She can go from a sweetheart to shithive maggots in nothing flat, though Ceric seems to be the one most of this barely-tamed rage is directed at. Too much order can make her physically sick if she's been using her powers.

As the ship's Chaos Navigator she's here to stay until I find a new session for her, as Lohqua [Mountainstem] could take over for her as Navigator [or someone else could volunteer! 8)]. Despite her title of Chaos, she primarily relies on her natural pyrokinesis, rather than her ability to create and smooth over rifts.

She does have an aura visible to other sgrub players when angry. Most perceive it as flames, but when she's particularly angry it appears to look more like a horrorterror. As she's a derse dreamer, that really shouldn't be all that surprising. She can also make her eyes quite terrifying, but can't make someone go mad by meeting her eyes.

[CRP_MMDUDE]

Tartus sat in his room. He was alone. Most everyone else was dead, save for a few. No one would have ever imagined that the Black King could have been made so powerful. But he was, and they were unable to defeat him. Even with Tartus having reached the highest God Tier, and with the power of The Great Wish, he and his comrades were no match for that unstoppable hulking mass. There was nothing left. This Prince of Dreams was as good as dead. Again.

...And yet, something drove him to push on.

He talked with those still living, particularly Lohqua. She talked about leaving. What could that mean? It all sounded like nonsense to him. How could one escape from a session? He would later find out.

He wanted to, this time, take a second shot at killing the Black King. This time, he decided to go solo. No risk to the others. No one would miss him, and the ones who would are dead. He equips his ARCHPENGUIN PARADOX RANSELANCES. A fitting weapon of ridiculous power, these polearms were nine spears of equal mass. However, they were all in the exact same place. It appeared to be one spear, but really, it was nine. Weird, huh? In addition, he packs his BELTBUCKLE HUNTING LIGHTS. These are energy-resistant clothes that might at least soften the blows dealt to him, so that he might act his plan out. He also acquired his REVERSE SWATCHPADS, which he... okay, he stole them from the late Monk of Time, but he could still use them. He understood time well. Additionally, he grabbed his ALCHEMIZATION WATCH, for creating things on-the-go, just in case the Great Wish took too long, as well as his PENGUIN FURSUIT. He'll be damned if anyone sees that laying about in his room. It just won't do. Finally, he grabs his IMMORTALIS, a vial containing the ghost of his lusus. A little memento, a forethought before the rest of him was destroyed. Tartus would keep it close.

Then he left to finish business.

[NecroBiologist]

Ceric jogged down the long hallway, passing by doors that were of no use in helping him try and figure out where in the hell he was in the first place. The passage seemed to stretch forever, and every door he hoped might give him some clue was always blank. No signs, not even a label like "Storage" on anything. Stopping for a moment to catch his breath, Ceric slumps against a set of double doors. He places his head in his hands, the dull thumping of his head making the situation worse.

"Just... no more agreeing to shit when I'm drunk. Gogdamn."

Massaging his temples, he leans back heavily against the doors, which very ungracefully fly open, letting him fall against the metallic floor with a rather loud THUNK.

"Owwwww, ffffffff-!" He cringes, the throbbing pain now a rather sharp one from the back of his head. Lying on the cold ground, Ceric simply waits out the pain, not wanting to aggravate it by moving around.

"Cheap pieces of shit... Who the hell leaves double doors open in a place like this... Wait, what the hell am I even talking about? Fucking great, not ten minutes and I'm insane and talking to myself..."

Letting the pounding in his forehead subside, Ceric rolls over and gets to his feet. Looking up into the doorway, he finds a godsend.

"No way..."

Thank anything and everything he's found a GOGDAMNED SIGNPOST. Scrambling up, he practically weeps with joy as he reads the directions. So... the bridge was to the left, storage was where he was (he knew it!), and the kitchens were up a deck and to the right. Not too hard to follow.

Trotting off to the left, Ceric had some things he was sure he was going to do. One of them was to ask someone just what in the hell was going on around here.


Deeper in the storage area, two figures sleep soundly. Both look exactly like the one heading off to the bridge; both from different times and places, yet distinctly the same.

...sweet.

[hyperkineticSalvo]

Jarrup marched slowly down the passageway, drinking chugging a can of TaB that he had retrieved from the kitchen earlier. He had been wondering where this sugary confection had existed all his life, as he walked, unaware of his surroundings.

"Scho gooood~" He smiled happily, finishing the can off, tossing onto the floor behind him. He took a stretch and yawned, heading towards bridge.

"Muscht be schomeone there I can talk to." He scratched his chin, wondering why he was even on this ship, his memory had been fuzzy since the cave-in. Hoping, that he wasn't the only person here. A lonely, dark existence in a place like this? No thank you.

[This Works]

Rasag rolled over and smacked his face against the cold steel wall. He shook himself awake. After he had sat down on that rock to think, he had fallen into a sort of no-place and lost track of where he was. Okay, more likely he fell asleep and got put somewhere. None of this deep thought world warp bullshit. He was a little sick of the theatrics. Seemed distant somehow. He could remember settling in Mount Awkward and meeting people, but after that it just went orange.

He stood up and dusted himself off. His shirt was a little stretched, but no injuries. Looks like shit worked out, whatever shit was.

"This... this is a thing. We are in a fucking situation. All right." He felt like he was anesthetized. Nothing really made sense in any meaningful way. "Huh."

Having no real other options, he wandered down what looked like a corridor. Maybe he'd see someone who could help him out. Seemed like an original idea.

[NecroBiologist]

Even with the help of the signs Ceric just couldn't seem to be able to know exactly where he was going. Each hallway looked like a carbon copy of the last hallway, and each turn and bend threw him off more often then not as to where he was. He was becoming incredibly frustrated with these stupid halls.

After about a minute or so, he found himself again lost as to where he was walking.

"Oh for... ugh, fine, let's just try to find a signpost again or something. How anyone could find the fuckin' bridge is beyond me..."

Sprinting down the same flat grey hall that he had seen a million times before, Ceric noted how good it made him feel to run. Even as the rather inactive type, whenever he ran he felt rather comfortable, almost like he had found an old project that he looked upon with fond memories. He wondered how his last project was doing... wherever he was, it obviously wasn't anywhere close to home, and he just had to hope everything back there was okay. The plans for his replacement arm had been at home, and all his tools as well. He had really been hoping he could get full use back.

Wrapped up in his musings, Ceric didn't notice the used can of TaB on the floor in front of him until he stepped on it and started to slide. Thrown off balance by the unexpected soda, he stumbled forward, his momentum carrying him very, very far forward. Stumbling like a moron, he slams into an unwitting troll who had just been musing on the loneliness of these corridors. Both of them tumbled and rolled, carried forward by Ceric's incredible momentum, finally stopping with the other troll lying back on the floor with Ceric positioned awkwardly on top. Their faces were inches from one another's.

"Uhhh... hi?"

[hyperkineticSalvo]

Jarrup turned, hearing the clanking of aluminum and hurried steps and stumbles. All he saw was green before he was tackled, rolling to the floor. He groaned, opening his eyes slowly to see Ceric's face in his. His cheeks turn a light bluish hue almost immediately.

"Uhmm. Y-you uh.. Ran into me... again." He averted his gaze from Ceric's, taking a small gulp as he remained still. He moved his arms into a position where he'd be able to push himself up, careful not to do so until Ceric had moved, also careful not to accidentally touch him as well.

"Schoo... are you going..to um.. get off of me?" He lied there awkwardly, waiting for a response.

[ZDG]

At first, i thought it was something like my idea of spacestem, but that's not it.
Anyway, Tlu, you forgot to add rule of cool next to rule of funny.

[CRP_MMDUDE]

As he blasts off, he recalls the previous battle. Few were spared. Nizika, Adriel, Caltus, and many others. Now deceased. Truly a waste of... Wait. There was one. One troll who never showed up.

...Owyn.

Surely he must still be alive.

-- nucleicBachelor [NB] began pestering obliviousUltimatum [OU] at 3:11 --

NB: Owyn._
NB: WhЄrЄ_thЄ_hЄll_arЄ_you?_
NB: Why_wЄrЄn't_you_thЄrЄ?_

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I made a sprite because I was bored.

A troll, in an elegant suit, with color that suggested that it was made from flames, waved his arm.

That wave summoned a blast of flames over the approaching imps. Owyn didn't bother to collect the grist, he had more than he could ever use. He walked around a bit, looking for more challenging foes. He was powerful, but as he felt, he could always be more powerful.

His communicator beeped, the sound strange and unwelcome. He hadn't trolled anyone for a while. There had been no reason to. Owyn was lonely though, and he'd talk to anyone if he had the chance. He uncaptchalogued a disk and set it on the ground in front of him.

After a moment, holographic, blue text floated in front of him, a image of the communicating troll beside it. It was Tartus, his client player. He said a few things about leaving. Leave behind all that he'd worked for? Leave behind the ones that had died? Even if he wasn't the best of friends with them, he wasn't about to let their lives go to waste.

He spoke to the text, his words being typed as he said them.

-- nucleicBachelor [NB] began pestering obliviousUltimatum [OU] at 3:11 --

NB: Owyn._
NB: WhЄrЄ_thЄ_hЄll_arЄ_you?_
NB: Why_wЄrЄn't_you_thЄrЄ?_
OU: i reallly don't know, or care, where i am
OU: i'm not going to give up tartu5
OU: not until we're alll dead, or we've won

They managed to actually leave? Bah, why does it matter? It's not like there was a home to go back to. Or anything to go back to.

[CRP_MMDUDE]

-- nucleicBachelor [NB] began pestering obliviousUltimatum [OU] at 3:11 --

NB: Owyn._
NB: WhЄrЄ_thЄ_hЄll_arЄ_you?_
NB: Why_wЄrЄn't_you_thЄrЄ?_
OU: i reallly don't know, or care, where i am
OU: i'm not going to give up tartu5
OU: not until we're alll dead, or we've won
NB: It_will_havЄ_to_bЄ_thЄ_formЄr._
NB: WЄ'vЄ_failЄd._
NB: ЄvЄryonЄ_but_you,_I,_and_two_or_thrЄЄ_othЄrs _arЄ_dЄad._
NB: MЄanwhilЄ,_you'vЄ_bЄЄn_jacking_off_fighting_n ow-wЄak_ЄnЄmiЄs._
NB: SЄriously,_you'vЄ_gainЄd_ЄvЄry_lЄvЄl_thЄrÐ „_is_to_gain._
NB: Why_do_you_fЄЄl_thЄ_nЄЄd_to_kЄЄp_bashing_Є nЄmiЄs?_

[CRP_MMDUDE]

Sorry to double-post, but a thought came to me. Assuming the ship is trans-session (which it is,) would it be valid to assume that among the saved could be non-troll characters (I.e. Humans, Parellonians, or whatever bullshit I happen to make up in five minutes)?

Also, on that note, can we put more than one character on here? I'd imagine we could, I just want to be sure.

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(( Why is this getting cut off? ))

-- nucleicBachelor [NB] began pestering obliviousUltimatum [OU] at 3:11 --

NB: Owyn._
NB: WhЄrЄ_thЄ_hЄll_arЄ_you?_
NB: Why_wЄrЄn't_you_thЄrЄ?_
OU: i reallly don't know, or care, where i am
OU: i'm not going to give up tartu5
OU: not until we're alll dead, or we've won
NB: It_will_havЄ_to_bЄ_thЄ_formЄr._
NB: WЄ'vЄ_failЄd._
NB: ЄvЄryonЄ_but_you,_I,_and_two_or_thrЄЄ_othЄrs _arЄ_dЄad._
NB: MЄanwhilЄ,_you'vЄ_bЄЄn_jacking_off_fighting_n ow-wЄak_ЄnЄmiЄs._
NB: SЄriously,_you'vЄ_gainЄd_ЄvЄry_lЄvЄl_thЄrÐ „_is_to_gain._
NB: Why_do_you_fЄЄl_thЄ_nЄЄd_to_kЄЄp_bashing_Є nЄmiЄs?_
OU: what do you want me to do?
OU: there'5 nothing but 5grub left

[NecroBiologist]

Ceric just can't believe his luck. A trip and fall, then he runs into the same guy that he kicked in the face what seems like ages ago. Memories flood back into his head, almost like someone opened the valves on a water main full on.

"Schoo... are you going..to um.. get off of me?"

It's only when the rather embarrassed troll speaks up that Ceric notices how incredibly awkward his positioning is, and how close they are. Uncomfortably close, to be exact. He pushes off him with his arm and clambers to his feet, trying to sort himself out and forget how bad that would've looked if anyone had found them. He clears his throat.

"Heh, uhh... sorry about that. D'you need a hand... what was it, Jarrup?"

Ceric helps him to his feet, apologizing profusely the whole time. He's slightly flushed from the sheer thought of how they must've looked sprawled on the floor like that. He proffers his arm to Jarrup, helping him to his feet.

"Didn't mean to, uh, that is that there was a can... uh, yeah."

Wow, he can't even remember a time he was so flustered. That takes him back... to when he and Lohqua had first met. Speaking of which, where was she? If this guy was here and he was here, had she also been brought aboard? Jarrup is telling him something about how its okay and he's sure it was a mistake, but Ceric is more occupied with where Loqhua could be. Surely if he was here then she should be. But where to start?

"Uh, yeah, it's fine, sure. Hey, d'you know where we are? This place isn't exactly home..."

[hyperkineticSalvo]

Jarrup exhales with a sigh of relief as the troll pushes himself up, averting his eyes from meeting Ceric's.

"Heh, uhh... sorry about that. D'you need a hand... what was it, Jarrup?"

He nodded in response, taking his hand to help him up. Jarrup's face remains a bluish tint as he gets to his feet, " And you are Ceric," he replies shyly.

"Didn't mean to, uh, that is that there was a can... uh, yeah."

His eyes widened, realizing that it was his litter that caused the entire awkward situation in the first place. He tried to play it off like it was nothing, and by playing it off I mean he stuttered and mumbled like a fool.

"Uh. Yeah. I-it'sch.. uhm.. all.. yeah.. g-good. Don't worry."

He continued his rambling, insisting to Ceric that it was indeed alright and it was okay and he wasn't mad, not even noticing that the other troll's attention was elsewhere.

"Uh, yeah, it's fine, sure. Hey, d'you know where we are? This place isn't exactly home..."

Jarrup nodded and gave an awkward smile.

" Yeah, we uhm, are a uh... In the middle of nowhere at the moment. I wasch heading to the bridge if you'd like to follow."

[underlyingAugment]

Note: Any and all characters from Rp's that have died are welcome here. The goal of this place is to find new people to start new game+ style sessions with. So basically this means, in context, you find a few people, tell one of the navigators to set the ship somewhere, they will reset the session, and drop you off, complete with character backgrounds, relationships, and objects. Then you go make your own thread and have fun. You can stay here indefinitely if you want, but don't put session rping here.

Note 2: You can have as many characters as you want, even different versions of the same character, such as an altblood, etc. However only one instance of a character may be active at a time. I.e, CharacterA Version 1 must be asleep for CharacterA Version 2 to be awake. They are treated as different people, so they don't meet each other and cause twin shenanigans.

Now that is out of the way, meet another one of your navigators.

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This is KATHERINE NIHILUS, the SEER OF VOID.

She is cold, sarcastic, and despises failure and idiocy. She is very apathetic, taking no interest in things that don't affect her. She will help someone if they ask her and they legitimately need help.

Her sylladex uses the ORBIT MODUS, which isn't really relevant in the context of this RP, and will be named just so it can be set for the record.

Her weapon's kind abstratus is the STAFFKIND, and she wields the VOIDGAZER'S DISENTEGRATOR, a weapons she retrieved from the twilight world itself. For attack, imagine beams spewing forth from it, bending in 90 degree angles as it approaches its target, much like this.

She has no problem with killing, but will deal with problems as they warrant. [[That means she won't kill any players outright unless the player gives me permission to, I can still bludegon the crap out of them to teach them a lesson though ]]

As the ship's seer, she is here to stay until I get bored of this and leave, which hopefully won't be for awhile, as I like this idea for an RP.

Now I bet you are wondering about her eyes. Using her ability has locked her vision into seeing everything as if it was in the void realm. If you have played Zelda Twilight Princess, think the twilight realm. Her eyes are another note of caution. If you look directly in them, you will see the raw sight of the void, and will go insane if you do it for more than a couple of seconds. It is supposed to be extremely beautiful, whispering promises of power and control, like a siren's song. To keep from accidentally melting people's brains, she will never look at someone's face, and if they try to lock eyes with her she will actively avoid them, going as far as hurting them to keep their sanity intact. Oh, and they aren't totally black, if you tilt the monitor you can see her pupils.

So, anything else? Erm, I guess not. She is currently on the bridge messing with the holomap of the surrounding area. It looks like a distorting black blob if you are wondering. If you want to talk to her (or have already stumbled upon the bridge) just walk up and talk. I will respond. Oh yes.

Your chumhandle is technoStargazer and you speak with a chilly undertone, like its absolute zero, actually.

[underlyingAugment]

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Katherine stood at the center podium, its swirling mass of black before her. Every few seconds she would press a few buttons and a red line that was swirling with the mass would extend a little. There was no evidence that this was of any difficulty to her, just that the task took time. To keep her concentration, she usually put all other senses to the back of her mind, buried under the melody of the voidspace. The view outside was the same as always, dark, dark blue, with swirling distortions all around. She found the sight comforting.

Heshi watched from the distance, he did not enjoy helping chart out the course. He found it a waste of his time, but since it was something he not only had an infinite amount of, but almost a limited amount, he saw not much else to do. He groaned and murmured to himself.
"Something interesting going to happpen?"
He knew chances were nothing would, the first him was speaking to Lohqua, he wasn't sure where third him was. Frankly, he didn't care. He still felt kismesis with his third self.
"Well?"

Katherine didn't hear him, she just kept messing with the console, her gaze locked on the hologram.

Heshi stood up and stretched, walking over to her and whapping the back of her head.
"Hey! Captain Brainlesss!"

Her face turned to a disgusted look.
"What."

"Is something interesting going to happpen? Or is this alll that ever happpens?"

"If you want interesting then steer the ship into a vortex so a system can fail. Then you can learn all about it while fixing it. That should be interesting."

He groaned, "Thats not exactly what I had in mind." He stepped back and sat down, "No neeed to get alll grumpy about this."
He began to tap the arm of the chair, "I only ask because I want to get back to trolllian."

"You offered to help me, thinking that plotting the course through this shitstorm would be fun. Why would you think calibrating the map to compensate for time shifts be fun?"

"Calll it ignorance." He sighed, tapping his fingers. He stood up and began to pace, this was not what he had in mind at all. There were more pressing matters for him, but he had a duty to the ship and just couldn't leave his post, "May I speak to one of me?"

"My part of the job doesn't slow down if you don't do your job. Procrastinate as much as you like, I don't care." She pressed a few more buttons and the line finished to a point marked by a spirograph. They were headed to a supposedly null session where they could salvage parts and supplies from the destroyed skaian armies, and possibly the grist from the defeated players that once dwelt in it.

"As far as I'm concerned, you have free reign to waste as much time as you want, cuz you can eventually just walk in here with a future self and input the corrections." She went to a chair and sat down, staring at the view outside.

He did not seem too pleased, "Obviously, but I don't want to be an inconvienance with my time based dumbfuckery." He headed for the door and went back to the kitchen where the third him was, after a short conversation he returned.
"Alright, I'll telll you what."
He held a coin up,
"Heads, You take a break from being a serious pain in the asss, tails, I stop being an annnoying thorn in your side."
He grinned, he had gotten the third him to take care of his plan, chances were it would not end well for this paradox timeline, like usual.
"What do you say?"

She simply shrugged.
"You don't bother me enough to warrant my agreement to that."
She looked near him.
"Beisdes even if you won you know I would never stop being the way I am."
She put on some headphones and started messing with her music player.
"And don't think that I wouldn't think that you asked your future self what the outcome would have been."

He frowns, all of it was a valid point.
"Forgive me for hoping you would let looose for once and not be so uptight."
He flipped the coin regardless, simply ignoring what it would land on.
"Besides, even if we left now, wouldn't future me bring future you back to take care of this? So it'd be as though nothing happpened?"
He grinned a bit, he had a valid point himself.

San walked into the room and punched the robo troll in the face. "Stop being a jackass, jackass." He walked over to his console and sat down, then got straight to work.

Rubbing his cheek, it flushed a light yellow, "Excuse me?"
He gritted his teeth, "Whose the one randomly punching people while they aren't loooking?

"Who's the one causeing problems for no fucking reason, shut up, and do your job, then you can do whatever you like." San looked back at the controls and was sifting through a particularly tangled web of space shit.

"I'd rather not waste my dooomed timeline on mappping the same shit future me already has, but refuses to telll me." He groans.
"Don't punch me again, either."

"We had this conversation already, you said that since you were doomed, that if you were being a pain in the ass I could kill you, so, don't go there, future you already did this because you're doing it right now, don't think that because I'm not the guy of time that I don't understand this shit. Now sit down, finish your job and go do something else until we need you again." He focused back on the tangled space mess.

He recalled that conversation, in fact he was quite sure he was the one who specifically suggested murdering his useless selves, "Welll, alright.....but I won't like it." He sat back down and proceeded to assist charting the course.

"You don't have to like it, Heshi, you just have to follow orders." San finished de-tangling the space knot and went to the next section.

He grumbles to himself and begins to chart the course through time.

Kathy just smirks at the conflict. Music and entertainment? How fun. She closes her eyes and gets back to her music.

San looked over at Katherine and noticed the smirk "And just what the hell is so funny, monkey?"

He smacks San in the back of the head, "Reallly? Can we refrain from insulting one another and actuallly coooperate?"

"Nope, see, Kathy knows that I'm just kidding, because I have no reason to insult her, so she takes no offense. YOU on the other hand, were being whiny and annoying, hence, I simply punched you rather than insult you. Also, that must have hurt, I'm wearing a helmet, remember?" He conked himself in the head just for good mesure, to demonstrate the point.

"I'm a robot, remember?"
Chuckling on the inside.

"Yeah, but I can't feel my helmet like you can feel this..." San slapped him up the back of his head, fairly hard.

It made a clanking noise, "Ow...."
Heshi was getting rather fed up with this, tempted to simply storm out of the room.

"Yeah! Now just help finish this and get on with your life." San turned his laser-like focus to the map.

Heshi clenched his fist, he was more than ready to knock the ever loving shit out of San, but it wouldn't look good in front of Kathy, and he knew that chances are his doomed self might be even sooner dead if he attempted such a thing. He lowered his fist and sighed, "Not worth it..."

San was now almost entirely consumed by the lines on the map, he moved almost robotically, calculating every single movement and press of the buttons, he loved touchscreens!

Heshi walked over to Kathy, tapping her shoulder, "Excuse me again, can I have a word with you....,privately?"

San remained unnervingly fixated on the screen. Even behind the mask you could tell his eyes must be creepily un blinking, just taking in every single tiny detail of the map as he created and deciphered it.

Kathy cracked open an eye to makre sure Heshi wasn't looking at her face, and pushed him out the way when she saw that he wasn't. She went into what was once the captain's ready room, and motioned him in.
"What."

"May I speak with you in private?" He kept a cold stare at her, he did not intend to look her in the eyes, but far be it to say it was the only way he knew of to get a stern look proper.

She just rolled her eyes.
"I motioned to this room. We go in and the door closes. That is private in my view. So..." She pointed into the room again, in a 'get in here, dumbass' manner.

He went into the room, sighing, he was no good at noticing the obvious, but was adept at noticing the complex. He leaned against a wall, a quiet clank was heard, he began to tap his foot, further clanking. "Okay..."

"Well? What is it?"

"...I want off this ship."

"Fine. Pick a spot and we'll drop you off."

"Reallly, no objections?" He was a little surprised, mildly insulted.

"The ship's purpose is to find new homes for people. It is up to them when they want to leave. I just help guide the thing. I don't care when and where they leave."

"Right....of course." He closes his eyes and thinks, "Would you want to come with me?"
His offer was strange, sudden really.

She gave him a quizzical look. She hadn't seen this coming.
"Er, n-not really."

"Not really?" He grinned slightly, stepping closer, "SO the thought has crossed your mind before, hasn't it?"

Her face eminated frustration. "All possibilites are considered. Yes it crossed my mind, no I don't want to do it."

He stepped closer, closing his eyes tightly. "Why not exactly?" He clenched a fist, it creaked, "Is it because you are needed here...or is it because its only here that you would matter?"

"Both." She started feeling actually angry at this personal attack. But she didn't show it. Best to not let him know he was getting to her.

"Without this ship what would you serve for purpose?" He kept at it, he was going for something, but what was it? What was driving this desire to insult her, "If you left it you'd be just like everyone else, a regular, useless, unimportant, uncared for little girl." He grinned from ear to mechanical ear.

She let her vision drift to the edges of his face. She didn't have to take this, she could end it right now, but...no, she shouldn't.
"If I wanted to I could find a new session and finish it. But I don't want to be one of Skaia's gears in its universe-building game if I can help it." She knew she could have anything she wanted with the ultimate alchemy, but that is still using its power, and it disgusted her. The Void is its polar opposite, and while Skaia knew that a player would sometimes be needed to use the Void, it only did so to further its own designs.

"You could finish it? mmm....thats funny." He got face to face with her, his eys remained shut but everything about his actions were cold and heartless, "We both are here because we fucked our sessions up and lived to tell the tale. If you go in another session and it fails, what does that prove?" He laughs slightly, "Whats the highest factor of failure then, thats right...." he smirks, "It'd be you."
Heshi had been planning this for some time now, he had wanted off the ship since day one, at least this Heshi did. He was putting his plans in motion, unsure of how the results would come out.

She placed her hand on his chest, and shoved as hard as she could, throwing him to the wall. She took out her staff and pointed it at him, and several targeting beams arced out and attached themselves to the trollbot.
"I didn't fail my session. I destroyed it by my own choice."

He chuckled lightly, "That is right....how naive of me..." He stood up, "My dear kismesis, you'd only fuck it up on purpose again! Which is why I am offering you a way out!" He smiled, "I am dooomed, but you are not! You are of the alpha timeline! Come with me and I can asssure you that Sgrub, the sesssions, alll of it willl no longer be of your concern, and I willl die a most horrrid death!"

She didn't care about the troll's romantic leanings, all that mattered for the moment was getting him to get back in line. "I don't care that they exist, I care that I was to be a part of it. The game can do whatever it wants, other players can do what they want, I will even help them do it. But you will never catch me using Skaia's power for its plans. I will destroy it a hundred times over before I make another universe."

"So you will continue to be the one piece that ruins it all?" He opened his eyes and stared at her, "You just want to ruin others lives, that seems to be what it is. Join a session, refuse to use your powers, destroy Skaia. These are all things that can make a session pointless!" He laughed, raising a fist, "I'd punch your face in if I weren't so smitten for hating you." He grinned, his teeth seemed sharper than before, "Let's not rule out leaving this ship and being alone together, we could make things work. After all, if it weren't for us this ship would be doomed long ago."
Heshi had lost some clear cut thinking, he just seemed to be partially insane, it must've come from his paranoia of waiting to die, and just living longer than the rest of his selves.

"If you hate me so much then maybe I should just kill you right now." She fired the beam pointed at his foot, and blew it off.
"I don't want to ruin others lives, but I refuse to let Skaia run mine." She walked up to him trying to get up, the beams still focused on him.
"So, what should I do, hmm? Should I disintegrate you right now? Should I let you live, so you can keep pursuing your idiotic hate-love? Maybe I should show you something so beautiful you cannot leave without losing a piece of your mind?"

Heshi fell to the ground as he lost his foot, his footing was gone. He listened to her offer, his face flushed yellow, each one of them sounded right up the alley of something he wanted, crawling to her he grabbed her pantleg and pulled himself up, "I want you to beat me to nearly dead...almost kill me so I can find alpha timeline me..." He sighs, "So when I find him, I can kill him." He grins, going in for a kismesis kiss.
He sure is a weird romantic.

Kathy was knocked down and dazed by the force of the bot, and before she realized it there was a set of lips on hers. She shoved him off of her, and she was pissed.
"As you wish."
She fired several low-power shots at his prone form, each enough to damage him slightly, just to draw it out. She didn't care about how that felt to him, noone invades her privacy like that. Before she wanted, that Heshi was all but dead, and she had to stop. She strode out of the room with a frown.

When she entered the bridge again, she simply sat back down on the chair, and got back to her music. She needed to clear her head.

San was just about to knock on the door to see what that noise had been when Katerine stormed past him and over to her chair... "Hey, uh, miss, what the hell happened in there?"

"That idiot was trying to make me his kismesis or however you say it. I rejected it, but I still beat him senseless. I don't go for that stuff, especially when the hater tries to force a kiss. Even if that is the opposite of what I should have done to reject him, I don't care."

"That dumbass tried to force a kiss on you? Out of nowhere? Were I you, I would've just shot him dead on the spot, rather than let that shit go. How many pieces did you leave him in, exactly?"

"He is lying on the floor full of holes, if you are curious. He asked me to all but kill him, and with what happened I didn't really find any reason to object. Take a look if you want."

"Huh, why'd he ask you to do that? Give me a full report here, I want to keep track of these things, if he's gone we need someone to help me with the maps!"

She continued to sit in the reclining chair, eyes closed, ankle following the music beat.
"That was only one of his doomed selves. Don't worry, another one of him will show up with all the corrections eventually."

"Well, yeah, but, what if by killing this one we piss off the alpha or something, they keep showing up, so he has to be on this ship somewhere too, right?"

"Actually, he asked me to get rid of any of his copies that were causing trouble anway, so it doesn't matter."

"Well, yeah, but, how can we be sure if that really was the alpha or that other time shit, I mean, damn, he just leaves copies of himself running around!"

"The alpha is never seen. Like, ever. Seriously he just hides everywhere."

"Well, maybe it's time we find him..." San turned and went into the room, but the robot troll was gone... "Where in the hell did he go!?"

"Dunno, the alpha takes the corpses of himself and does something with them. It's none of my business, really."

"You're not the least bit interested in finding out? Normally I wouldn't care but, I refuse to allow something dangerous happen on this ship, since you're part of the "crew" it's your responsibility as well, we should find out what he's up to, at least, unknowns are dangerous."

"Okay fine, why don't we just ask him? Fire up your messaging software of choice."

"That's not what I mean, we can't be sure that's the alpha him, he's on this ship somewhere, you and I need to find him. You're the seer, I'm a fucking black..." He grabbed the back of his head and withdrew his aggressive stance... "Uhhhh shit, listen, just we can work well as a team, please, just help me out on this, okay?"

She shrugged.
"Sure I guess. I don't have anything better to do." She put on a pair of blue pointy glasses, got up and walked toward the door.
"Shall we?"

"Let's shall." San followed her into the ship's long corridors and passageways, they were on a hunt, and they would FIND HIM.

[CRP_MMDUDE]

-- nucleicBachelor [NB] began pestering obliviousUltimatum [OU] at 3:11 --

NB: Owyn.
NB: WhЄrЄ thЄ hЄll arЄ you?
NB: Why wЄrЄn't you thЄrЄ?
OU: i reallly don't know, or care, where i am
OU: i'm not going to give up tartu5
OU: not until we're alll dead, or we've won
NB: It will havЄ to bЄ thЄ formЄr.
NB: WЄ'vЄ failЄd.
NB: ЄvЄryonЄ but you, I, and two or thrЄЄ othЄrs arЄ dЄad.
NB: MЄanwhilЄ, you'vЄ bЄЄn jacking off fighting now-wЄak ЄnЄmiЄs.
NB: SЄriously, you'vЄ gainЄd ЄvЄry lЄvЄl thЄrЄ is to gain.
NB: Why do you fЄЄl thЄ nЄЄd to kЄЄp bashing ЄnЄmiЄs?
OU: what do you want me to do?
OU: there'5 nothing but 5grub left
NB: I want you to hЄlp mЄ kill off thЄ black king.
NB: I'm giving it anothЄr try.

[underlyingAugment]

Why are we repeating and quoting the repeats of exactly the same posts?

[hyperkineticSalvo]

Why are we repeating and quoting the repeats of exactly the same posts?

They are bad at BBC, and for some reason after I fixed it, the quote reverted itself, so just now I took it out of quote brackets. Also, one of your guys' code is messed up, up there causing the font outside of the posts to be bugged. So if you'd kindly fix that.

EDIT: Okay, something is wrong with their posts, because it reverted again. You guys might want to edit all of your posts because something is up with them.

[CRP_MMDUDE]

Why are we repeating and quoting the repeats of exactly the same posts?

They are bad at BBC, and for some reason after I fixed it, the quote reverted itself, so just now I took it out of quote brackets. Also, one of your guys' code is messed up, up there causing the font outside of the posts to be bugged. So if you'd kindly fix that.

EDIT: Okay, something is wrong with their posts, because it reverted again. You guys might want to edit all of your posts because something is up with them.

I know what's wrong. My posts are continuous lines with no spaces whatsoever. I'll take down the underscores and see if there's any improvement.

EDIT: Okay, it worked. No underscores from this point on.

[This Works]

After an hour of wandering, Rasag was ready to call bullshit on this whole thing. There was really no more eloquent way of putting it. He'd been down at least three different hallways and checked in every room and found no one. He was hungry and still a little bleary-eyed from his unexpected nap. To top it off, there were signs everywhere, but none of them made sense! There were arrows pointing towards a bridge, but that was ridiculous since he was indoors. There was nothing to bridge over! Someone had to be messing with him by switching the labels which was exactly the kind of gogdamn bullshit he had no patience for right now and oh wait duh.

Rasag slapped himself across the face and turned back in the direction of the bridge. Fucking ships stupid stupid.