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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!]
fattynoparents: (yes totally i love to test)

[personal profile] fattynoparents 2011-11-14 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
REALLY

REALLY.

She let out an exasperated sigh and shot him a glance of disbelief that very clearly said you already broke yourself. Really? For real?

Turning the severed limb over in her hands, Chell inspected the "shoulder", wondering if she could just fix this herself and save them both another trip to engineering. Sure, she didn't know much about robotics, but how hard could it be?

Her face screwed up in concentration, she bent down to his level and used her index finger to indicate that he should hold still. Maybe...maybe she could just...jam it back on.
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[personal profile] notamoron 2011-11-14 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Wheatley tried to hold still, but he couldn't stop flapping his gums(?). "Are you sure you should be doing that? I don't know if you're exactly qualified to actually fix robots. Break them no doubt, but..."
fattynoparents: (the immediate past president)

[personal profile] fattynoparents 2011-11-14 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately, that only made her more determined to FIX IT HERSELF. And perhaps even more unfortunately, a determined Chell was a dangerous one. PFT. Engineering. What did they know. It didn't look that difficult. The break seemed to be a neat one--the arm had simply fallen out of the shoulder joint.

She sat herself indian-style and motioned for Wheatley to sit next to her, where she could get at the attachment.

Qualified, shmalified.
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[personal profile] notamoron 2011-11-14 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
He sat, but still kept right on talking. "See, if it was a question of how to break a machine, or even an entire underground facility, I'd call you in a second. Since, I'd be thinking "Oh Chell, now THERE'S someone who knows how to break stuff!" But I don't think I've ever actually seen you fix something before. Funny considering how much time we spend together that I've never seen something like that, so I don't know how good you'd be at something this technical."
fattynoparents: (ok you go ahead and hack that)

[personal profile] fattynoparents 2011-11-14 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
By now, Chell had become an expert at the 'nod and pretend to listen while actually getting important things done', especially when the maneuver involved Wheatley. He might have been going on about how great she was at destroying things, but he was still letting her try fixing him. That in itself said a lot, she figured.

She let him talk, putting a hand on his hull as he wittered away, tilting him just a little to better see the place into which she was about to jam an arm. It appeared to be a clean severance, with no snapped pieces, only a few wires sticking out where they shouldn't have been.

Being the complete and total robotics expert that she was, Chell stuck her finger in the socket.
Edited 2011-11-14 05:29 (UTC)
notamoron: (Why didn't you catch me?)

[personal profile] notamoron 2011-11-15 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
"I really don't think you should be doing thAAAAAAAAA!" Wheatley screamed as she stuck her finger in the socket, shorting a wire and sending a jolt of electricity through his entire body. "Oh, I don't think you should've done that."
fattynoparents: (gotta go fast)

[personal profile] fattynoparents 2011-11-15 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
Chell yanked her fingers away, the bolt of static running up her arm and making her hair stand on end. Though apparently he'd received the brunt of the shock, she wasn't without an electric burn, and she frantically shook out her hand, shoving her digits into her mouth and sucking away in an effort to relieve the tingling pain.

Unable to verbally express that she was sorry, she offered him her very best apologetic glance before being struck by another brilliant idea.

This town was full of machinery, right? She jumped to her feet, indicating that he should wait just a moment, and dashed down the street, vanishing into one of the shops.

She returned after a few minutes hauling an old, rusted toolbox that was at least half the size she was, the apparent owner watching from the doorway of his general store, probably to make sure she wasn't going to steal it. Chell set the case down in front of Wheatley with a resounding thunk.
notamoron: (They told me if I detach myself)

[personal profile] notamoron 2011-11-26 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Wheatley took one look at the box, then back up to her. "Uh, no offense, but I don't know that you have the mechanical expertise to be using that properly. Not that I don't appreciate the effort, but I think that last shock started to surge my CPU, and I kind of want to survive this procedure."

Oh shut up you big ball baby.