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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!]
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[personal profile] hi_there_aliens 2011-11-06 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Definitely a good sign. The boot was off, kicked off with her intent to storm out. Daniel relaxed. With it followed the return of her sarcasm and the dry humor underneath too, something that could also only be a good thing...although not so much being called a pain in the ass. Not that it didn't happen at least once or twice to him on a weekly basis, but somehow it never got old. Or amusing. "Right, what was I thinking. Future uh, me's still annoying?"

Wrapping his fingers around her hand, Daniel led Vala back to her side of the bed and sit down on the edge. So much better. His legs sighed with pure, unadulterated, glowing relief. Now he just had to get the top part of his body down and then try to turn his brain off and sleep. Probably not going to happen easily, especially after the past few minutes. If he could at least get Vala to relax further and get some rest, he could count it as a personal victory.

He tugged gently on her wrist. Hopefully she'd get the message and lie down like she had before or sit. Preferably not fall all over him in a drunken pile. "Tell me about it. I'm surprised you even got the boot on."
Edited 2011-11-06 02:53 (UTC)
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[personal profile] valaunbound 2011-11-06 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh no, I intend to thoroughly immerse myself in the local cultural offerings," Vala commented with a smile that said nothing but trouble as she glanced around the bar. "This is just the start."

Vala had after all already purchased a pack of cards of which various of the higher denominations were strategically placed about her person. She had every intention of walking out of this joint with her pockets lined with gold coins, by any means necessary. "Although you'll have to indulge my curiosity at some point, because coming from the man with water in his hand, I suspect it packs more Gringle than Punch."

She took the offered hand, for the first time really looking at him but before she had time to make any of her usual snap judgements he was right up in her face and peering at her like she was a specimen to be examined. Well he did say he was the Doctor but this was odd even for Vala. She gave him a look of amused 'what the hell are you doing?' as she introduced herself.

"Vala. And usually I prefer to be the one invading personal space for future reference."
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[personal profile] valaunbound 2011-11-06 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Vala's immune to be being warned against doing something, unless it's Daniel and even then there's no guarantee. She also has an ego on her that would rival anyone's.

"They'll barely be able to figure out where their money went Jamie, never mind spot a seasoned hustler. Besides, everyone needs a little danger in their lives."

She took another swig of her toxic beverage just as one of the hapless band of drunks decided that the waitress's ass needed slapping. It said it all really. "And if they do, it's time to run."
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[personal profile] valaunbound 2011-11-06 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Infuriating at times," she corrected with a smile that said the complete opposite of that sentiment. It was as if it was an endearing characteristic, but maybe that was just the alcohol and the aftermath of her emotional outburst telling her that.

When she went to sit down, she fell just a little harder onto the bed than she'd intended. Clunking down awkwardly with the grace of someone who was trying to hide the fact they were drunk and wasn't even remotely managing to succeed. This time however, she pushed her pants off as she lay back, lifting her hips and sliding them down to her ankles in one swift motion, leaving her feet to wiggle them off and kick them across the room. Lying in a bed in leather pants earlier hadn't been particularly comfortable, but the effort involved in removing them had been far too much. If he could sleep next to her with no shirt on, then her naked legs were hardly an issue. Fair's fair after all.

"Technically I didn't, I was just balancing on it really," she admitted with a cant of her head. "Took me a while to figure out why one leg was longer than the other."
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[personal profile] hi_there_aliens 2011-11-06 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, infuriating. That was so much better. Daniel shook his head, then completely forgot what he was doing. Vala was....pulling her pants off for some reason. One smooth slip and there was a leather pile kicked across the room. Daniel couldn't help it. He looked despite himself, with the same frozen fascination that came with staring into an oncoming train. Vala's legs went on forever, slim, muscled and fit and if he were to define flawless, he was looking right at it.

What the hell was wrong with him? She was drunk. Emotionally drained. And oh yeah, he was married. He didn't have any business looking for a lot of reasons. Daniel hurriedly looked away. His wrists were good. His hands and fingertips even better: look, he'd even started regaining the work callouses and scarring from digs again, the ones the Nox had inadvertently erased.

Daniel cleared his throat. "Must be hard to remember what you were doing right in the middle of doing it."

He was going to give himself a few seconds before he'd even try standing up and heading to his side of the bed. Just as a precaution.
Edited 2011-11-06 04:59 (UTC)
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2011-11-06 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Och, why is everyone so surprised to find that out, anyway?" Jamie grouses. First Daniel and now Zouichi. To be fair, though, its not as though he's specifically admitted to either of them when exactly he's from. And unless they happened to wander into the Sensoriums at the right time, they'd not have seen him riding before, so there's really no point in being too put out about it, and the mild grumpiness vanishes.

He pulls on the reins to bring his own horse to a stop. Soon, the dapple grey mare is joining in on the grazing, having found a likely looking clump of grass on the side of the trail. "Aye, I do. Have since I was a wee lad. It was mostly either that or walking, unless you'd a cart or a carriage of some sort. Or were on the water. I could say the same for ye, though. I thought you'd prefer something more like a motorcycle."
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2011-11-06 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Not so bad," Jamie replies, a touch modestly. Actually, he likely would qualify it as that 'pretty good', but there are those that are better. And, to be honest, he's not sure how much he's lost by not having the opportunity to ride anything other than imagined up horses for the past however long it's been since he woke up on Stacy.

"I might be a wee bit out of practice, though. The last time I was on a real horse was back before I woke up here, when I was traveling with the Doctor. How about yourself, Doctor Jackson?"

[identity profile] becoming-more.livejournal.com 2011-11-06 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
A 'beastie'. Aeryn furrows her brow. Now even Jamie is making up words. What is it about humans that makes them so difficult for her to understand, even with the translator microbes? Like most things Crichton says, however, she lets it go.

Aeryn sniffs at her drink tentatively before downing half the glass in one go, tossing her head back. "Can she even do that?" she asks, setting the glass back on the table and contemplating what she just drank. Shooting someone through a black hole just sounds silly to her-- again, something Crichton made up.
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Come Push the Master Off a Horse*

[personal profile] syncopath 2011-11-06 10:34 am (UTC)(link)
The Master had also managed to procure himself a horse, though how he'd actually gone about doing so was anyone's guess. Anyone's but his, of course, and his smug smile might have made it more obvious that it hadn't been an entirely... honest transaction.

At the moment he was striking out alone, looking purposeful rather than wandering about like most of the riders. To anyone who knew anything about him, that couldn't be a good sign.

[[ooc: Totally open. Unless we work it out otherwise, all other threads will be assumed to happen before Eleven's. As for the subject line:

* Neither definitive success nor lack of retaliation is guaranteed. -Management]]
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[personal profile] valaunbound 2011-11-06 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
For once Vala hadn't done it deliberately, but even drunk she couldn't miss him staring and then trying his hardest not to stare. She couldn't resist a little smirk to herself. As unplanned plans went, it hadn't been a bad one.

She settled down properly into the bed and hooked one leg out of the covers, her bare foot subtley making contact with his thigh at the end of the bed. She flexed it momentarily under the guise of getting comfy.

"I was focusing on other things." Vala defended with an eyeroll. "Considering I had about six glasses of that cactus beer, I think I'm coping admirably. You should have seen the others."
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[personal profile] hi_there_aliens 2011-11-06 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Daniel jumped marginally when her foot grazed the side of his thigh.

He'd just been ready to get up. So much for that idea. Damn. His eyes flickered over at her questioningly. On purpose or an accident? Vala's timing was incredible in just how incredibly bad it was. Now he needed a few more seconds. Daniel considered the options. He could move away. Probably very obvious in signalling his discomfort. Move her foot. Also very obvious, if not more so. Ask her what she was doing, which was stupid. She was trying to lie down to sleep. She was just as tired as he was, if not more so due to the alcohol, she wasn't trying to do anything at this point.

The only option for now was stay put a few more seconds, ignore her foot, and then take his sweet time getting to his side of the bed. Too bad the light that was on was the one near her.

This would be so much easier if she'd didn't go flexing her toes against him. Couldn't she hurry up and go to sleep already?

"Don't tell me you drank everyone under the table." Daniel yawned.
Edited 2011-11-06 13:01 (UTC)
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[personal profile] valaunbound 2011-11-06 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)
She milked his discomfort for all it was worth, making a contented 'mmm' noise as she closed her eyes for a second. The pillow was very comfy, that was all. Who said Vala couldn't do subtle? And maybe she was enjoying being the one in control again. She stretched out her leg 'absent mindedly' pushing against him as she flexed all the muscles in it from thigh to calf.

"It's a talent of mine," she said flippantly. "Daniel?" She cracked open an eye and lifted her head to glance at him, "Are you going to sit there all night? Because it's a long time since anyone read me a bedtime story. But if you insist..."
Edited 2011-11-06 13:18 (UTC)

Re: Carnival, night

[identity profile] nobel-berserker.livejournal.com 2011-11-06 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
well if you want to put it like THAT okay Z

Allenby chuckled at his reaction. You would've thought she was offering him a lit stick of dynamite or something! When clearly the funnel cake is more like a time bomb in your arteries. "Yeah! The first one had tomato sauce and cheese on it, like a pizza! So I guess this one will kind of be like dessert," she said, taking another bite out of the corn dog.
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[personal profile] hi_there_aliens 2011-11-06 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The little sigh of contentment all but purred out of her. At the same time, she pushed more firmly against his thigh. Daniel wished she'd just get comfortable once and for all. Wasn't she drunk? Now she decided she was more awake than before. It was his fault for sitting within stretching range. And then his fault again for not getting up fast enough. For one insane moment, he almost felt like he was in his teens again, and with it, that desperate urge to suddenly grab a pillow. That did it. The archaeologist scooted away, out of what should be her leg range. Although given how long her legs were-

He slid another inch. Just in case.

Daniel's voice was the tiniest bit strained. "I just wanted to make sure you'd get to sleep okay." he swallowed. This time his voice, he was proud to say, was more level. "Mind getting the lights?"
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[identity profile] nobel-berserker.livejournal.com 2011-11-06 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Allenby pulled a face. "Bleeeeeh. I never got that kinda attitude anyway. It's important to know some stuff, I guess," she conceded, "But only if you're actually gonna be doing something where you have to actually use it!" She sure hadn't treated her own education as a gateway to anything.

"But enough about boring stuff like that. Did you go on any of the rides at all?"
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[personal profile] valaunbound 2011-11-06 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
He shifted out of her leg reach and Vala couldn't help wonder if he'd done it because she'd managed to evoke a reaction, or if he was just giving her space. He slid just that little bit further and she was pretty sure she had. It was only a guess, but it was a guess she preferred to believe was on the mark. Vala's lips twitched ever so slightly in smug amusement as she lay back down again. Yep, there was definitely a chance at some point in the future.

"That's very sweet of you Daniel," she pulled her hair back away from her face and twisted it up into a loose knot, ready to actually fall asleep now. If he hurried up she'd get the light, but she was seriously in danger of drifting off now. She nodded sleepily in reply to the question, pleased with herself. "Mm huh, of course I will."
Edited 2011-11-06 16:41 (UTC)
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[identity profile] zouichi.livejournal.com 2011-11-06 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Zouichi smiled. "Well, where I come from, there aren't many horses left. Let alone people who know how to handle them. I guess I just never thought about whether anyone on the ship knew how to ride." After all, in a megacity, there were far more efficient ways of getting around than on the back of a large equine.

"I have files on the basics of riding," he said by way of explanation. "They don't really substitute for experience, but I don't plan on jumping any canyons today, either. So I think things should be fine as long as I stick to a trail. Besides, how often will we have the opportunity to ride an actual horse?"

[identity profile] cobalt-inferno.livejournal.com 2011-11-06 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Rin grinned, this girl was pretty damn cool!

"Not yet, but I sure want to! I was simply looking around first! How about you? Been on any yet?"
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Re: Carnival, night

[identity profile] zouichi.livejournal.com 2011-11-06 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Zouichi blanched a little at the description of... that. "A pizza funnel cake?" No one tell him about blueberry sausage pancakes on a stick.

"Well, I suppose as long as you're enjoying it. Have you gotten a chance to try out all the rides?"
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[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-11-06 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
It was probably only a matter of time before the Doctor switches his luring skills from following River to following the Master. Unlike with River, the Doctor didn't make much of a point of trying at all to be subtle about it, the Doctor seeming to pop up wherever the Master went even if it was from a distance, like the world's worst cat armed with tweed and complete and utterly disastrous sense of style.

If the Master looked behind him, he'd see the Doctor within sight and on his own horse, a big whistling machine that rattled and groaned as its internal parts chugged along. The horse seemed to be making good speed, enough to the point that it would keep up with the Master even if he decided to go for broke and gallop.

The Doctor was disappointed in the Master. Very disappointed. He wasn't sure why he was surprised given all the centuries of disappointment he had before to get used to, but it still felt fresh, still hurt more than he thought it would. He'd thought the Master could learn to accept living with others. That he could maybe, just maybe, find a way to co-exist with all the other lifeforms out there. They were lucky that River was made of far stronger stuff than she should be. The Doctor didn't want to think of what would have happened if it had been any of his others -- he hadn't even had a chance to warn Jamie, Victoria, Jenny or good old Chesterton about the Master yet.

He supposed part of that was for selfish reasons. How did you say "this is my best enemy", only it would take far longer than that to go into enough detail? Not exactly something he'd ever wanted to share with his companions. Now the Doctor rode after the Master, his jacket flapping in the dry wind, the goggles over his eyes.

[identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com 2011-11-06 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"You finally get a buzz and it's magic fingers time?" Dean snorted at that from his own emerging drunk state. Moderately buzzed by now, he could still function pretty well. Especially with his own practiced tolerance levels.
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[personal profile] hi_there_aliens 2011-11-06 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Sweet of him. If only. Daniel wished he could call it that, but half the reason he hadn't moved was a selfish one, and that was trying not to embarrass himself. It could be worse. Some leg and accidental touches weren't going to get a full blown reaction out of him, so it wasn't like he was pitching a full on tent here.

Daniel gave himself a few extra seconds before he got to his feet. The archaeologist slowly made his way back around the bed, and by the time he got to his side of the bed, it had faded, melted back into the creeping exhaustion. He hit the bed heavily and rolled onto his stomach. Maybe now he could finally get some sleep

"Night," he mumbled into the pillow.
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[personal profile] hi_there_aliens 2011-11-06 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes talking to Jamie was a lot like trying to read under a layer of dust. Jamie seemed naturally modest, so it was hard to tell when he really meant it, he was average, or if he was actually an amazing horseback rider and didn't want to boast.

"I'm sure you'll remember it in a few minutes on a horse. Like riding a bicycle," Daniel snorted. ""I've ridden a horse a few times. I'm more comfortable on camels though."

[identity profile] swordofdorn.livejournal.com 2011-11-07 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
"And what happened to this person?"

He doesn't consider himself important. He is Astartes, a Knight of the Emperor, but his is a life of service and war, and, Emperor willing, a destiny.

"And... well, I take your meaning."

He looks at the strange beast almost sympathetically.
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[personal profile] windwitch 2011-11-07 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"They really are," Maxine said with a smile, petting her horse's neck gently. She glanced over at Atom with a bit of a giggle. "Though I guess it's worse for you, huh? No offense or anything." She was a decent bit taller than him, after all. "I don't think I ever imagined actually doing this. I've seen and done a lot of crazy things in my life, but this is something so simple..."

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