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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-10-24 10:59 pm

Shore Leave: Geartopia [Open to All]

||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.




Once, long ago, Geartopia was built by aliens visiting the planet and granting intelligence to some native species. Of course you wouldn't know this apart from the giant black obsidian monoliths humming precariously outside of town. They are formed in a circle formation that might remind those who come from earth of Stonehenge, only built out of a much more study device. This is what Nomalanga used to contact you. The rocks cannot be moved and any attacks on them will be useless. The Wild Ones will come out of the forest at night, leaving a trace of plants as they go back and fro their own forest. The technology the elder aliens left them allows for contact with Stacy but otherwise there is nothing futuristic going on on the planet - the aliens wanted it this way and for the most part the population respects this.

All except Snidley and his goons, of course. Thankfully most of them have gone into hiding once their plot was found out. In fact, Nomalanga and those still loyal to her are busy working on making this planned attack, and getting the townspeople ready for it.

You can also find a few remains of their culture scattered around the land in the form of large stone carvings around the town, in between a wooden tavern bar or used as a sort of tribute, covered in dry plants. Most of the area is dry and arid, with very tiny grass and shrubs growing over the hill, and, strangely enough, an area from town that is densely populated by forest. Few dare go in, due to it being the territory of the Wild Ones.

As you walk around, you notice that the technology is steampunk with a cowboy flare; there is one train that comes from the towns every morning at 6am and leaves at 9pm. Horses can be rented for a price (some normal, some like this), chariot rides as well. Gears and dark clothing seem to be the norm, possibly due that their source of leather. The inhabitants are mostly humans, humanoid animals, alien natives and steampunk robots.

But enough of that, let's see what you can do here:

- Saloon and bars of all sizes, most comically named with an object, and a color. You can find all sorts of them across town, but those on the western side are more sympathetic towards Snidley and hate strangers with a passion. Do not go there unless you're ready to fight a few of them.

They do, however, have the best drinks, and card games.

There are hotels with gear pianos playing wistful tunes as you drink hard liquor made from cactus juice, honey and barley. The honey wine is especially prized and costly.

There is also a small carnival with steampunk and old west fair, sugar and cactus fruit pies, whole animals roasted over open pits, musicians, and a single wooden coaster. It's not much, but the food is excellent.

Be careful, however. The cactus fruit does cause stomach aches for most people not native to this world. Think of it much like lactos intolerance. It's a chance you take eating it. However if you do, it tastes much like an orange, strawberry and a banana were put together in a blender.

As thanks for helping her out, anyone stepping into the city is given by the mayoress as part of her exchange bartering price, one cowboy hat (all brown), one pair of steampunk goggles, a steampunk vest, and, most importantly, one part of leathersnake steampunk boots. This is a gift for anyone who is just visiting to blend with the locals and to prove she's honest about her dealings. As if it wasn't obvious after the first mission, in any case. She'll need your strange and powerful manpower in the upcoming days.

And hey, if you're up to it, you can help with a little cleanup. After all most people here don't know your skills. However, it's also calm and quiet in the farms. You want to do some honest work for a day, they'll give you some of their seeds in exchange. The system seems to be based more on services and barter than any money.

There is still currency and Stacy has given you a few golden coins, spend them wisely. A few farms are opened up to sleep for free, if you don't mind being with the animals.

The General store has steampunk items for sale, but most of them are much too expensive for anyone on the ship to by. You can try to barter.

Oh and news travels fast. Cause problems, and Nomalanga won't be too happy about it.

[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!]

[identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Barkeep!" Dean barked and motioned with his hands to counter by them.

"Keep 'em coming." He already slammed back two shots himself. Might as well keep going.

"See?" he replied. "Good times." Funny how even he didn't completely believe it.
hi_there_aliens: by zatgun (ij) (|quiet|)

[personal profile] hi_there_aliens 2011-11-05 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
Daniel managed a few more steps, enough to carry him within a foot of her. He could see her more clearly at this distance. Not perfect, but looking down at her, he could see the struggle it took to regain control. This wasn't something he was supposed to see. And what she said next was something that seemed like it took a supreme effort to get out.

He didn't know what she was asking for exactly. To be there for her? To give advice and listen? Need could be a lot of things, and he was walking in blind. He should ask her what she meant, but now obviously wasn't a good time to pick at her words. But he didn't think she was playing him. Not that Daniel hadn't seen her pull one over someone, but this seemed too real and too raw. This was someone who never felt she had to ask for help, probably spent all her life not asking, and she was finally doing it.

Morning. He'd ask in the morning.

"Okay," his voice was soft. Daniel repeated it, stronger this time. He tried to catch her eyes with his. "Okay. I can be there for you."

Please don't make me regret this, he thought.
Edited 2011-11-05 03:46 (UTC)
battorch: ([red robin] explanation)

[personal profile] battorch 2011-11-05 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Supposedly it can be done," Tim said. A lot of this, admittedly, was way out of his league. There was a reason he didn't play a big role in any of the Crises at home, after all. "We don't have much choice but to hope it's true." Even if Tim didn't sound overly convinced.
battorch: ([red robin] prepared)

[personal profile] battorch 2011-11-05 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Tim tried to smile back to her. Which was awkward for him, but it seemed like she could use it. Evidently it still bothered her. But of course, it was on his mind too.

"Not a big fan," he said. "Don't think they really suited me."

[identity profile] thursdaywings.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Castiel was already on his third shot, and eying the fourth right now. There was still nothing, no feeling of strangeness.

"Dean, I don't feel anything."

[identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah know what you mean, Cas. Or wish I did," Dean said offhandedly in between shots.

He then took another shot, because he didn't mean to say that out loud.

"Eh, it's the thought that counts, right? More for me." And there went another shot.

[identity profile] thursdaywings.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
By the sixth shot, Castiel started to feel a little tingle in his fingers, and he stared at them before glancing up at Dean.

"Dean? My fingers feel strange."

[identity profile] swordofdorn.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"I wasn't always. I was a member of the Sword Brethren, but I was set apart when i was chosen to be the Emperor's Champion. It was a position of honor and responsibility, but it... isolated me from my battle-brothers. And now I am truly alone, the last of the Templars."

He considers the question of a lot of reading, "I read many of the old texts. The Tactica Imperialis, the histories of the various crusades, the stories of the dead heroes of my chapter. So yes, I suppose I do quite a bit of reading."

About 40% of the Wakka art is porn. About 80% of the good Wakka art is porn. What else am I to do?

[identity profile] guardian-wakka.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh yeah," said Wakka, sort of chuckling. "You can't talk, ya. So, uh, you been mute forever? Just shake your head."

Wakka this is... what is this.

Re: Carnival, night

[identity profile] nobel-berserker.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Griiiiiiin. IT'S A FUNNEL CAKE, Z. WHY ARE YOU SURPRISED THAT IT'S DELICIOUS.

"It's really good! You want the rest of it? I had another one a little while ago." She waved it at him a bit to show how sincere she was about converting him to the cause of deep-fried everything sharing. "I guess it's supposed to be bad for your health or something? But you're all souped-up and walk off shotgun wounds so I don't think any of this food is gonna do you in."

[identity profile] nobel-berserker.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
"You bet! If it wasn't for those things, we'd all go nuts!" Allenby rocked back and forth on her heels. Hell, today was living proof of that. Without the distractions of the carnival, she would still be brooding over what had happened in the caves. "Though it's been a while since I had to worry about dumb stuff like homework," she added with a chuckle.

[identity profile] nobel-berserker.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I guess it'd look funny wearing this kinda thing over your hood and all, yeah." Allenby took off the hat and tossed it in the air once. "Nice of 'em to give this stuff to everyone."

Then she hesitated a second. She could still see that bulldog guy blowing up... still made her feel queasy. "Wish we coulda earned it a different way, though."
ext_988045: (Zouichi: tch)

Re: Carnival, night

[identity profile] zouichi.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
Because it's weird and shaped funny and basically it looks like a big brain with powdered sugar all over it!

Zouichi held up both hands as if to fend the dreaded funnel cake off. "That's all right; I don't think I could eat the whole thing, anyway. I'll leave the daring culinary experiences to you. Wait, this is your second one?"

[identity profile] cobalt-inferno.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Man, that's cause you don't have Yukio on your back. Pretty sure he'd make anyone do homework regardless of their age or station and probably would say something like;" Rin stood straight and pulled his hair back more neatly, making the most serious and stern face he could muster.

"You can never know too many things. There is always a reason to study for it is the gateway into knowledge and knowledge is power and..." he paused and slumped a bit tapping his chin.

"And some other big wordy stuff he likes to use."

[identity profile] tetsuwan-atom.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
"If they can pull it off, that sure would be something," said Atom thoughtfully, "But it might all be just a big story. It would be better to find out the truth behind the war."

[identity profile] becoming-more.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
Aeryn gave John his space, for a little while at least. While he wandered off to get himself frelled, she had scouted out the... 'main street.' And very quickly decided that if this was the main one, the rest were probably even less complex. It hadn't taken her very long to circle back to the building Crichton had entered: the Vermillion Varmint. Aeryn puzzled over the meaning of the words for a moment before pushing the doors open.

It didn't take long for her to spot Crichton; she just had to look for who was spilling his drink the most often. Aeryn shook her head and made a beeline for his table. She hadn't even left him for that long. But at least the boy, Jamie, appeared to be keeping an eye on him.

"What's a varmint?" she asked by way of greeting, straddling a chair and nodding hello to Jamie.
syncopath: (prowling)

Crichton

[personal profile] syncopath 2011-11-05 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
So far the Master's somehow managed to avoid the Doctor, mainly by sticking to the darker corners of the town. It's easier at night, of course, so he's taking a stroll back to the general store for some after-hours supplies when he hears the sound of approaching footsteps.

He's halfway into the convenient shadow of a wooden balcony before he realizes that the footsteps are heavy, dragging. Clearly it's someone who's had a bit too much to drink. Probably not the Doctor, but it could be one of his nosy little pets, or Freak Number Two. He'll just wait and see before he reveals himself.
syncopath: (facepalm)

Silver Skunk- West Side (Feel free to try and get the Master crunk)

[personal profile] syncopath 2011-11-05 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
The Master discovered some time ago, perhaps as a side-effect of the resurrection process, that he somehow lost a Time Lord's innate ability to regulate his metabolism. In other words, he can't hold his liquor quite as well as he used to. So for now, he's currently slow-sipping his drink, fairly sure that if he does manage to overdo it that'll be the moment the Doctor stumbles upon him and then he'll never live it down.

Probably for the best, anyhow. He's getting awfully sick of the taste of cactus permeating everything.
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2011-11-05 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, aye, I see." Well, if that jug isn't enough to get at least one of them drunk, Jamie doesn't know what would be. He's not intending on getting like that, personally, but if John wanted to, well, he could stick around for now. He reaches for the jug, ignoring the grime on the outside of it. A wee bit of dirt never hurt anyone, anyway - at least, not in his experience.

"There's too many Ohm to send either place, for a start. Even though we've taken down quite a few of them, they always seem to have more to throw at us. I don't think she's got the capability to do so, though. If she could, I would think she would have done so long ago and we'd not be here now."

After topping off his glass, he slides the jug over John's way, figuring he's still capable enough of pouring his own drink. "Besides, she's..." He breaks off as the door swings open, picking up the movement in his peripheral vision. The direct path that Aeryn takes to get to where they're sitting is enough to clue Jamie in that it's her and not Vala, so everyone's spared the mistaken identity game this time around.

He nods in return, and takes a stab at answering her question first. John can feel free to correct him if he's wrong. "It's a type of beastie, I think."
youmissed: (204 skipping)

[personal profile] youmissed 2011-11-05 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, hey. John will have both Ms. GI Jane and Space Kilts United know he's only spilled just the one time. Maybe...1.5 times. Ish.

1.5 times-ish has a nice ring to it.

John turns to glance over at Aeryn coming in and picking a chair for herself like she owns the place. By now he's had probably more than he should, nursing his drink and the jug that he's probably hogged and it's probably the first time he can say he's outdrank a Scot. Not that he made it a point to go drinking with Scots in the first place but still. By now he's cultivated a decent sense of inertia, John making extra careful not go spilling the rest of the jug on Aeyrn or Jamie as he offers some to her.

"He's right. Big 'beastie'. I'd say big as a house," John says, not yet at the point he'd be slurring, and still at the point he'll tease Aeryn. He's just hit the "good mood everywhere" part. He grins at Aeryn. "Jamie here's telling me all about the Ohm and why Stacy hasn't shot them through a black hole. He's a good kid."

As first impressions go, John likes Jamie. He doesn't get the sense that he wants something outta him, no sprouting of alien tentacles on him, nothing. He already likes that about the kid. The bartender swings by with another glass for Aeryn and sets it down in front of her before bustling off elsewhere, John tilting back the last of his own drink before he reaches over to fill everyone's. Aeryn, too, he thinks could unwind. Sometimes he wonders if she knows the meaning of the word.
youmissed: (chipped out 2)

Re: Crichton

[personal profile] youmissed 2011-11-05 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
So maybe that took a few more drinks than he was expecting. More than a few. John hasn't been this far gone in a while and he's gotta say -- it's damn nice. Scorpius seems like a far away threat right now. That fear and paranoia he's had ever since he got his butt shot past Star Wars into No Man's Land, constantly checking over his shoulder, seems like it's not that important anymore and hey, he thinks he'll find the others from Moya, just give him time and a plan and he thinks given enough sweet-talk he can convince Aeryn to go along with it.

John aims to walk down the alley. Keyword is "aims", because the thing is that wall is getting kind of close and - oops. John bumps into it, straightens, and reorients himself. One foot in front of the other, Crichton.

He stops to check Winona in his thigh holster, his fingers uncoordinated and fumbling. Baby's still there. Alien booze or not, he still refuses to go anywhere without her attached to him, literally. Maybe he won't ever be the crack shot Aeryn. He'll live with it. Aeryn's off doing her PK thing and him? He plans to get a look around, maybe find someplace to lie down and that's about as far as his planning goes, come to think of it.

John wanders underneath the balcony, not yet registering the other man in the shadows.
valaunbound: (with Daniel  → you make me happy)

[personal profile] valaunbound 2011-11-05 12:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Even if he did ask her she wasn't sure how she'd answer. Saying that she needed him because he was the incentive just sounded wrong, she wouldn't have even admitted that to futureDaniel. But even with this time difference there was still an inherent need in Vala to impress him. She might not always approach that the right way, and sometimes even she knew that she worked in complete opposition of that goal but not when it really mattered. At least that was how she saw it, or wanted to see it.

And now he was standing right infront of, no shirt on and looking ridiculously sexy and reaching out to her with his gentle words of support. He didn't have the same cynicism or cautious aversion to her that she'd learned to brush off. He seemed much more trusting, more forgiving -- but then again he didn't have the same history with her to forgive. And just because he was married, well his wife wasn't here was she? It didn't completely rule-- no, no it did-- well there was always a chance somewhere down the line.

Maybe he was right, maybe this was an opportunity for a fresh start. Vala smiled through her tears. "That probably includes being a complete pain in the ass when I trip up." Vala laughed, a laugh that did that stupid chain reaction thing when it just ended up with being more upset. Emotions, she didn't think she'd ever learn to deal with them properly, closing them off was so much easier, but he just made it so god damned hard to do that.
appletastic: (Uh huh. Really.)

[personal profile] appletastic 2011-11-05 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Applejack's face lifts, but it's not quite a smile. Oh, people and their high and mighty responsibilities!

"I knew someone a little like you. Had all this stuff to do, all these books to read, couldn't mingle with the common folk. Means you're important or somethin'."

Hey. It wasn't her thing. "There's a heapful of people like you around. Important, distant, 'cept now we're lonely and all pulling the same plow."
hi_there_aliens: by zatgun (ij) (Smile)

[personal profile] hi_there_aliens 2011-11-05 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
She'd gone from the angry at him and at herself stage, to sorrow, to a laugh that tripped out and stumbled just as awkwardly as she had moments ago. But laughter was laughter. She hadn't bulldozed past him, so this had to be a good sign. He wasn't sure what to make of the way she looked him up and down. It wasn't hard to guess the first part. Her eyes tracked down his neck and chest, but unlike earlier, it felt a little less overt. Maybe he should've put a shirt on, but it wasn't like he was nearly as impressive as Teal'c. Well, no one was; Teal'c was Teal'c, so there you go. There was something else too. Speculative, almost like she was comparing him to someone else. Three guesses who that was. Daniel saw a lot of bizarre, incredible things because of the Stargate, had them happen to himself with disturbing frequency, but in all that time he'd never had to compete against himself... and apparently lost.

There was more, but all he got was a slightly blurry smile from Vala. He couldn't read the rest. Of course, glasses might've helped too.

"Oh, you've already done that. I think I'll survive," Daniel grinned slightly to take the bite out. Most of it anyway. The mummy was probably going to be a sore spot for some time. Rather than crowd her, Daniel offered his hand. "Come on, let's get you to bed."
valaunbound: (emote → you would say that smile/fond)

[personal profile] valaunbound 2011-11-06 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Actually, I was referring to you being the pain in the ass," Vala said with a dry smirk, kicking off the boot that she'd never quite managed to get on her foot in the first place. "And I already know that I can survive." Maybe this was doable after all, some of her sass was creeping back in already.

She had no idea how she was going to feel about all this in the morning, probably swear she was never drinking again, but something about this felt good - like she'd achieved something she'd never done before. It was probably all related to that cathartic actualisation nonsense that she'd crammed up on her for her psych test back home.

Vala took Daniel's hand and smiled at him contentedly like she'd just let him into the biggest secret of her life. "I think that's probably a wise move," she felt like she'd been through an entire catalogue of emotion and sleep was definitely featuring highly on the priority list. "Plus, I'm not sure how much longer I can pull off the complicated task of standing up."

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