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A good deal had happened in the last few weeks, and for once much of it had actually been positive for once. Indeed, he knew that at least one of his charges was safe and that Linsha, his wife was safe and to his joy and utter relief awake and aboard the ship. Even so there was much for Crucible to think on even with his wife awake and with him. More and more lately he had been secluded to his human form in dealing with council matters. He had kept a low profile in draconic form, not necessarily by choice. After the shore leave down on the planet of 'Happy Happy Fun world,' he had decided that it was time to shed his human form for at least a short time and stretch out in his true form.
Thus it was that Crucible had spent the better part of a day swimming the river and flying over the city, yet still thoughts kept bothering him and he had decided to wander the city proper in his true form from ground level for once. Despite his immense size at over 140ft long he was still able to maneuver himself easily through the streets, only the smallest of side alleys proved annoyances to him, though he avoided them for the most part, no real direction to his wandering though, apart from giving the drunken dragon a generally wide berth.
His thoughts constantly sifted through all that had happened since he had come on board, his initial encounters with Kang, the missions he had been sent on, the battle of Lirath, his rescue and fight alongside Kang's very own daughter. Always drifting back to that sore issue, the one of draconians and dragon's and his current lie that he had fallen into so easily from his fourty years as governor, trusting so very few with his true identity. It was a truth he needed to reveal, he knew that, Linsha's arrival had reminded him of that fact, after all he had nearly lost her over it before. It was not something he could simply come out and say, and thus far any moment that he had planned to broach the subject had proved unsuitable.
(OOC: Feel free to come and bother the dragon! He'll be all over the city so feel free to encounter him at any point around, or even spot him, the more people that see him around/know that there's a darn massive dragon in the city the better!) | |
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"Alright, so we've got Androids or Dr Sexy MD," Marco said as he fiddled around with one of the media library's screens. "Which one do you want to watch first, Bird Boy?" They weren't really three guys you'd expect to sit around watching soap operas, but it had practically been tradition back at Ax's scoop. On the ship, Ax and Marco had already made a habit of watching them at the media library. Now it was time to introduce Tobias to them | |
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||Attention all crewmen, shore leave is now in progress, attention crewmen, shore leave is now in progress...|| Stacy's voiced called the entire crew, until all of them were gathered at the Obs Deck. Then, a dossier appeared on the screens, along with the image of a rotating planet. Planet Designation: Geartopia Status: Terrestrial, H-class. Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna. Semi-Sentient Life: Yes. Sentient Life: Homo Sapiens, Homo Animalia, Machina Erectus. Water: 20.6% of the planet's surface. Climate: Earth-like, Arid desert Landscape: 70% Desert.. Air: Normoxic concentration. Air Pressure: 101.3 kPa (kilopascals) = 14.7 psi (pounds per square inch) Sky: Blue Sun: A class G2V, yellow star. Warnings: Wildlife, humanoids and plant-life can be hazardous. Nomalanga has given us a map with which areas to avoid. Mission: Shore leave, and preparing for an attack in a few days, planet's time. Nomalanga has promised food, clothing and animals in exchange for your cooperation in aiding her.( You are then given more information, from what you know... )[OKAY ALL DONE GO FOR IT. You are also free to create additional places, to post your own private logs involving the town! Contact me if you need extra information about Geartopia either via PM to things_go_boom's account or by AIM, I'll be happy to answer. NPC goons if you want to do a bunch of bar fights, just think typical cowboy stuff. Shore leave will last until the 31st and players can go to and from the ship to the city each day, so you can have your characters stay for a day or two and then come back.
People in the miniplots, the mini plots will start up in a few days! There will also be a general fight for anyone who wants to join in on the 29th. Thank you and enjoy yourselves!]- Tags:!location: planetside, !location: sensoriums, !plot: steampunk cowboys, !status: open, aeryn sun, allenby beardsley, applejack, ashley j. williams, cazali, chell, daniel jackson, eleventh doctor, elisa maza, erhart, gaignun kukai jr./rubedo, ian chesterton, jamie mccrimmon, john crichton, kang, kanoe zouichi, maxine hunkel/cyclone, rachel berenson, red xiii (nanaki), tetsuwan atom/astro boy, the master, tim drake/red robin, vala mal doran, wakka, wheatley
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Terry's first priority when he'd found himself on the ship for a second time, now with so much changed, had been to touch base with those he'd known before, and get up to date on what had happened while he was away. He still needed to go through the ship's roster in more detail to pick out any more familiar names, and find out a few more of the details on what all had been going on, but he was feeling a bit more at ease now, and could turn to his second priority: making sure he was ready for the war with those damned bugs when it all finally came to a head.
He'd made a lot of use out of the sensoriums before, but it was mostly recreating his city, to have something to hold on to. About a year had passed outside of his pod, though, and he felt that he had to accept that Gotham, for now at least, was gone. His focus had to be on the current situation, not the past, however much he wanted to go back to things as they were.
Besides, he'd also used the sensoriums for fight practice - like the battle robots Bruce had had made for training back home. But he'd been asleep in a pod for a year, and though he'd only felt like he'd had a very long and restful night's sleep, he had to admit that his muscles atrophied somewhat in the stasis.
So he'd shaped this sensorium session into his own private work-out room. A mix between the Batcave and the gym at juvie. It surprised him, one he'd thought of it, just how much the ship reminded him of the latter.
He started in on a simple, but effective, warm up and then work out. He didn't quite notice anyone come in right away. | |
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