Driftwood (Roleplay thread)
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				Title: <strong>Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jakobos</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 17:42:15</strong>
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				<strong>This thread is for roleplays only.</strong> If you want to sign up, look here (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344).<br>For reference:<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Background (click to expand)</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u">Story</span><br>The Earth was already crowded, starving, and cranky when the astronomers first noticed the problem two years ago. The sun had drifted through a large patch of interstellar carbon and hydrogen, large enough to throw off its rate of fusion and send it into an immediate pre-giant stage. Earth had about ten years, give or take three, they said, before the sudden rapid expansion of the sun would end it all. Already, three things were beginning to rise: temperatures, tempers, and the price of Arctic real estate. Engineers from several aerospace firms had joined together on one massive project: the construction of an interstellar evacuation fleet. Each of the ten-thousand-ton ships was set for a different star system known to contain planets; each one was equipped with enough cryostatic pods to fit over five thousand people, and was was designed with the command module in the front, the pod storage areas in the rear, and the storage areas in the center of the ship along its entire length. Regulation also stated that every passenger must be awakened at least once every five years for a physical evaluation and brief exercise session; with approximately 5000 people on board, this meant about 20 people would be awakened every week. Command crew consisted of the captain, the engineers, the main technician and his staff, the pilot, a doctor, and a few guards in case passengers got unruly.<br><br>Needless to say, these guys usually didn't take long to get to know each other.<br><br>The Solace was the fourth ship to be launched. It was heading in a completely different direction; while most of the ships had been headed toward the galactic center, the Solace's destination was in the direction of the peripheral systems. With the ion engines working at maximum potential, the estimated travel time was thirty-five years.<br><br>Everyone in the command crew had their own stasis pod, but the rules mandated that there must be at least ten crew members awake at any given time. Shifts varied between ships; on the Solace, the crews traded off every year. There were five total crews of fourteen members each, including captains, so that no one person had to spend more than seven total years awake on the trip.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Layout</span><br>The Solace is the first of the second-generation spaceliners, and as such, has certain improvements over initial models. Water is contained in two eight-thousand-gallon tanks and is recycled by an onboard purification system that uses engine exhaust energy to vaporize and distill the water; the remaining solid waste is jettisoned into space. Food is stored in dried form, as several tons of a dried compound that contains the proteins and calories and vitamins necessary for life; when water is added, the resulting sludge is bitter and sweet at the same time. Some start out loving it; everyone ends up hating it.<br><br>The ship is a spinning cylinder with rooms along the outer edge, and engines and storage in the center; gravity is simulated by the ship's centrifugal force. Thus, gravity is low or nonexistent in engine and storage areas. In areas along the outer edge (or periphery), "gravity" varies between 0.6 and 0.9 G's. This also means, interestingly, that most windows are located on the floor. The cryogenic pods occupy the entire aft section, both the center and periphery, such that some have "gravity" and some do not. The ship's computer is a mainframe located just forward of the engine room, and connects to dumb terminals throughout the ship. It runs a command-line Unix variant which was specifically designed to allow easy interfaces with power levels, engine output, temperature, atmospheric pressure and contents, course modifications, and so on. Since it has no graphical interface, however, it may be difficult for non-engineers to use. There is a ship-board database of sorts, and the computer hosts it as a local server. There is a wireless router located in the break room, and with proper configuration, any wireless-enabled device can connect as if connecting to a website. The ten-terabyte database includes Wikipedia and the Wikimedia Commons as of January 2015, several engineering journals, and the entire contents of several massive online literature collections, including all known public-domain literature. It also contains several million news articles from the past century as a way of preserving recent history. Internal communication is handled a number of ways; since most crew members have internet-capable devices, the most common method of communication is an instant-messaging program developed by a company called Softros. When that fails, pagers are used. There are electrical outlets contained in all of the rooms except the cryo-storage room.<br><br>The layout is fairly straightforward. There are five rooms along the forward section of the periphery (outer edge of the ship), housing the command crew. The largest room contains the cryogenic pods and airlock. Only technicians tend to go in there. Next to it is the break room, which is also the dining area. It has areas to relax and eat, a connecting passage (through a door in the ceiling) to the central storage areas, and large windows in the floor. Next to the break room is the main control room, where there are enough terminals for the entire command crew to work at once (though this almost never happens). It was fancifully designed in the style of Star Trek bridges, with a captain's chair in the center, a helmsman's seat and technician's seat in front of this, engineering seats in the rear, and a large screen in the front. (Usually, the screen is just used to display movies or video games). Next to the control room is the dormitory, which is roughly partitioned into enough "rooms" for all members to have personal areas. The partitions are thin, weak, and not soundproof in the slightest capacity, and they do not reach all the way to the ceiling. Next to this is the washroom, containing water outlets, toilets, and "showers" (just a scrub with two wet sponges, one soapy and one clean, is all that anyone gets). Everything was designed to use as little water as possible; the water distillation facility's capacity is limited. And next to this is the cryogenic storage room again, since the ship is circular.<br><br>Perhaps the most ingenious element of the Solace is one that kills three birds with one stone: oxygen enrichment, CO2 elimination, and protection against harmful cosmic radiation. Scientists in early 2014 developed a strain of genetically modified bacteria that mimic the photosynthetic elements of plants, except instead of absorbing visible-spectrum radiation, they absorb and utilize radiation at much higher energy levels (i.e. cosmic rays). This bacteria forms an algae-like mesh along the inside of the entire hull of the ship. Stale air is cycled through to the thin, empty outer chamber that surrounds the ship, and the resulting pressure differential filters it through the bacterial purifier. Most of the carbon dioxide is thus absorbed and replaced with oxygen, and harmful radiation is absorbed in the process. However, due to the small areas where air is pumped through and the mesh is broken, there are few areas in the ship that are vulnerable to cosmic rays; these areas are nicknamed "hot zones" by most crews. Standing in one for too long may cause a headache, blurred vision, and/or retinal flashes. No further serious symptoms have been observed, but very few studies have been conducted, so nobody knows what prolonged exposure might cause.<br></div></div><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Characters</span></strong><br>Jakobos: <strong>Devin Turner (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348486#msg7348486)</strong> (Captain)<br>Xanthaine: <strong>Lin Sheng (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7346621#msg7346621)</strong> (Engineer)<br>Frank Reshman: <strong>Andrew Clark (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348283#msg7348283)</strong> (Engineer)<br>mj2002: <strong>Audrey Moore (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348767#msg7348767)</strong> (Technician)<br>Chaznia: <strong>Shane Bartholomew (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7351795#msg7351795)</strong> (Technician)<br>RipTide: <strong>Kristin "Kris" Palmer (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7358103#msg7358103)</strong> (Technician)<br>Caela: <strong>Kayla "Nike" Lewis (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7347767#msg7347767)</strong> (Pilot)<br>Moon Hound Hati: <strong>Kiran Reed (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7349486#msg7349486)</strong> (Guard)<br>Chreestafer: <strong>Nicholai "Nikki" Phoenix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348885#msg7348885)</strong> (Guard)<br>Grenadine: <strong>Ariel Cohen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7350691#msg7350691)</strong> (Guard)<br>AngelicBlade: <strong>Kieth Folkenskold (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7349492#msg7349492)</strong> (Medic)<br><br>We'll wait for everyone to post before the shuttle reaches the ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jakobos</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 17:42:29</strong>
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				The dull, pounding, overwhelming roar of the retrorockets, which had been firing for the last forty-five minutes, was finally calming down as the shuttle approached its destination. There were no windows near Devin's seat, and he felt an instinctive grip of anxiety; though he had full confidence in the pilots of Shuttle <em>Gamma</em>, he still didn't like the fact that he could see nothing.<br><br>There were two rows of passenger seats in the shuttle, five in the front and six in the rear, and each was divided from the others by a thin partition, the purpose of which Devin was at a loss to explain. Eye contact was impossible, and conversation nearly so; he hadn't even attempted it over the roar of the rocket engines.<br><br>As he sat in the deafening silence, he couldn't think of anything but the numbers and calculations and massive distances involved in the journey ahead of him. At maximum acceleration, about 1.2 m/s<sup>2</sup>, the ship would take four years to accelerate to full potential. Until then, there would be a barely-noticeable slant to the floor. They would be within ten light-minutes of Earth for the first week. The maximum fuel potential on board the ship was enough for only those four years of acceleration and four of deceleration. Relativistic warping would reduce perceived time by a considerable factor; it would feel like thirty-five years, but relative to Earth, eighty-one years would pass.<br><br>His thoughts were interrupted by the pilot's voice over the intercom, a comfortable and easy Southern drawl. "I hope y'all ain't gettin' too antsy back there, 'cuz we got 'bout 'nother half-hour to go." The voice cut off with a little click of static.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 18:09:48</strong>
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				Lin scowled, her goggles hiding her eyes as she gently observed the area immediately around her, chewing noisily on the last piece of gum she has which had long since become flavourless... the senseless, deafening chewing the only thing stopping her tearing her pockets apart in search of the cigarettes she knew she didn't have on her person. She narrowed her eyes, muttering several choice Mandarin curses against the pilot... and his mother. She brushes her hand through her wild hair, calling up a game of chess on her ommnitool to pass the time, still chewing noisily, now with her leg jiggling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mj2002</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 00:32:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/y2Fy6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Audrey Moore (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348767#msg7348767)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Technician<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle "Gamma"<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None<br><hr>Of course the pilot had told them they shouldn't be using any communication devices during their flight towards the ship, but just like every passenger on an aircraft, <em>ever</em>, she completed ignored the warning. She knew all too well what signals would interfere and the ones coming from her small handheld device certainly were safe and the likeliness that everyone would be killed is an explosion of death and destruction was... minimal. <br><br>She snickered as she played with her recently acquired device. It had been a present from her family. It was an expensive piece of modern technology but what she liked most about it was that it was small, yet able to hold out for quite a while before it needed recharging. She wasn't sure when that would come in handy any time soon, but she didn't blame her parents for family for not coming to this realization. It was their present and she would cherish it. Cherish it, and modify it. That was for sure.<br><br>She looked to her left and then to her right. Panels, cute. She leaned against one of them to see if they were strong enough to put some weight on but then decided against it and just leaned back in her chair, and continued playing with her device. A flower&nbsp; for the background, some animals for the screensaver. There was a certain order that needed to be maintained when personalizing your electronic equipment. Bunny screensavers were pretty high on that list.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 01:41:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img98/8639/f9wlyhe6l9d5ylefkopie.jpg)(http://img703.imageshack.us/img703/1042/411887odst2kopie.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Kiran Reed (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7349486#msg7349486)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Security Guard / Soldier<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle "Gamma"<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None<br><hr><br><br>Kiran hadn't been tossed around in his seat this much since that one mission he wasn't allowed to talk about where the chopper crashlanded after taking a rocket to the tailrotor. Sure, it wasn't nearly as intense, but it had a similar "pull your stomach out through your ass" kind of feeling. That was to say, it wasn't very pleasant.<br><br>Strapped in next to the other passengers, he just held on silently as the roaring rockets propelled the shuttle up into the sky and out of the atmosphere. He had insisted on heading out fully dressed in his CQBE-V7 Assault Armor. Back when he was still serving with his unit, his peers often cracked jokes about Kiran always being a Batman level of prepared when heading out into the field <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> meaning he always prepared himself for any sort of situation, how unlikely they might be to occur. Call it paranoia, but he'd rather be that then dead.<br><br>His armor had been retrofitted with some new tech so that he could operate effectively even in space. His combat helmet now doubled as a space helmet, having been outfitted with features such as a visor that would shield his eyes against extreme light. Underneath his armor and clothing he now wore a full body suit called a "bio suit." From what the NASA techs told him as he was being measured and fitted for the suit, was that the idea for the skin tight bio suit originated from the 1960's. The concept got scrapped not long after its creation in favor of the now more well known pressurised space suits. Only now, after the government stretched the budget for developing space technology for the mass evacuation plan to infinity, has it made its comeback. It would take some time getting used to, but Kiran would rather wear this "second skin" over the bulky pressurized suits if he were forced to make a space walk. He viewed the latter as being stuck in a tin can.<br><br>Just as Kiran began wondering about it, the pilot's voice informed them over the intercom that they still had to endure another hour and a half of this rollercoaster ride. Well, wasn't that just <em>peachy</em>?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 02:53:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ks2-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kayla "Nike" Lewis<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Pilot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle "Gamma"<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Kayla sighed and shifted in her seat once more. She wanted nothing so much as to go forward and take over flying this lumbering hunk of metal! She hated being stuck in the passenger seat, but for this trip (at least until they reached their ship) that's what she was. A passenger. The very idea made her want to growl at someone but there was nothing she could do about it. Besides it's not like she'd have to worry about it for <em>years</em> after today! <br><br>That was a thought that put a small smile on her lips.<br><br>Unable to really see any of her fellow passengers, Nike (she'd been flying long enough that she actually tended to think of herself by her call-sign more than her name) reached into her bag and pulled out tablet sized personal computer. Using the touch screen she pulled up the book she'd just started reading and flipped through to the page she'd left off at. It could have saved her spot for her, but she'd always gotten a small measure of enjoyment out of flipping through a book. Since they weren't likely to have many of those around, she made due the next best way she could.<br><br>Hearing the pilots voice she shook her head and muttered something unpleasant under her breath before ignoring it all and simply going back to her reading. Choosing to lose herself in fantasy while reality was so unpleasant around her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RipTide</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 04:25:46</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kris Palmer (http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lutcsrQ9iG1qbhmlvo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Technician<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle <em>Gamma</em><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None<br><hr><br>The base plucked away at a deep, sultry, sequence, outstretching it's velvety fingers to stroke her ears. It captured her almost immediately and her eyes fluttered closed even before the kick drum started in. Kris's body came to life; heel rising and falling in quick taps to the beat, a hand rising to plunge her fingers into the voluminous blonde hair, combing it back away from her face, her toned, freckled shoulders slightly swaying as the panels, the reinforced steel braces, the existent though faceless crew members around her, and the ever-expanding universe beyond all melted away. <br><br>The grungy whine of the vocalist commenced, singing defiant, harsh lyrics that drip with desire for vengeance despite the internal protests that tell him to 'leave it alone.' She pressed her fingers to the wireless buds in her ears, her head lolling forward as the guitarist whipped out a dirty solo, and after a final, resonating stroke, it all faded back to that first, unmistakeable rift. Her head falls the other direction now as if from exhaustion, meeting the scarce padding of the head cushion, framed by brace-like structures on either side that seemed to serve some purpose that she didn't even pretend to understand.<br><br>Conveniently as the song came to a close, the pilot's voice crackled over the intercom and Kris briefly paused the small MP3 player clipped to her belt. However, the words that met her ears were not to her liking, nor did it seem like they were to anyone else's by the sound of it. At the conclusion of the message, she exhaled sharply, the sigh turning gradually to a groan. <br><br>As unpleasant as she seemed, Kris was just impatient to get to her station and to start the job she'd been looking forward to these past few months. The person you encountered on the shuttle was never an accurate perception of the person you were going to be working with, anyway. Most people knew that, and if they didn't, well, they would learn it eventually. Not that anyone was really able to match up Kris' slight tantrum to her face. The partitions made sure of that. She supposed the shuttle engineers really didn't take into account just how long people would be stuck on these things. Some conversation would have been a good remedy.<br><br>For a few moments she shifted restlessly in her seat, sliding her hands back and forth over the tight denim jeans that hugged her toned thighs until she found the will to stay still for a little while longer, freeing her MP3 player from pause as she slumped down into her seat as best she could despite the harness. Finally, with her long legs outstretched and her arms folded across her chest, Kris hunkered down for the remainder of what had already been an excruciatingly long journey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 07:01:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/170/5/b/chris_redfield_re5_by_kawarimi-d3jb497.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Nicholai "Nikki" Phoenix<br><strong>Location</strong>:Shuttle "Gamma"<br><strong>Occupation</strong>: Guard<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:Everyone, Open<br><br>The loud, deafening roar of the thrusters was conveniently muffled out by his pre planned ear plugs.&nbsp; The devil dog, as they called all Marines, was experienced in situations that delt with rockets, specially big ones.&nbsp; The Gunnery Sergeant had anticipated an inconvience to his methodical reading aboard the ship so he invested in a quality pair of ear plugs with maximum deafness abilities.&nbsp; For a laid back man he was always one step ahead of the game as he mentally planned each move, or at least he tried to be ahead of the game.&nbsp; There was a time and place where like all young soldiers, he was a fool and that moment, well didn't end to well.<br><br>He lifted the novel up a little closer to his face as the lighting inside the shuttle wasn't all that great.&nbsp; Adjusting his reading glasses, his hazel eyes continued into the 10th chapter of the thick book he had chose to read.&nbsp; "Shadow, you fool" he said normally, but to anyone looking it only seemed like he mouthed the words.&nbsp; Instintivly he cracked his neck and looked up as he heard a human voice muffled in his ear.&nbsp; Removing one plug he caught the tail end of the voice exclaiming an hour and a half left.<br><br>Replacing the plug, hazel eyes shifted about to look at the pannels beside him.&nbsp; He was truly intruiged but that could wait.&nbsp; He could venture deeper into Mr. Wednesday's world with the aloted time the shuttle pilot had informed him the small group had.&nbsp; So as the small craft hurtled unsteadly towards his new home, all Nikki could do was smile at the uniquely fitting quote from his book "Nothing cannot last forever"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grenadine</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 11:45:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UdpCi.jpg?1)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Ariel Cohen<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Security<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None<br><hr><br>Ariel eyes flit over the words on her tablet. Between the tight confines of the harness and the constant roar of the engines, the shuttle has a womblike, almost mesmerizing feel. Ariel would be asleep if not for the reading.&nbsp; She resists the urge glance at the other passengers. Except for their legs and the occasional arm, they're completely obscured by the confines of the shuttle. For now she occupies herself with Zeno's Ethics.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 17:06:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/AnimeGuySteampunkWorker.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Shane Bartholomew<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Technician<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None<br><hr><br><br>Contrary to many of the shuttle's other passengers, who seemed bored, restless and annoyed, Shane laid back in his designated seat in a state of complete relaxation. He didn't need the calming presence of music, reading or other distractions to help him through this ride - he was completely <em>within</em> the moment. Any time his anxieties took over for one reason or another, it became easy for a deep breath to sweep them away - after all, tomorrow would be the next day of the rest of his life, literally. Seven years of long hours and little company would be his daily in and out, so for now he could stand to take in every moment - every tiny second of this trip - and he committed it all to memory. Later, in the countless quiet solitude his meager quarters could lend him, he'd write it all down for posterity. He hoped that one day, he'd be able to look back at it all with gladness and a true sense of accomplishment and, if not, well... "this, too, shall pass..."<br><br>Growing up a farm boy, that had been his constant motto. Life being steady as the seasons, college was his biggest adventure until now and he was very grateful for the lack of windows in the shuttle, as his greatest anxiety came when the reality of exactly where he was took over his mind. Having only been in flight in the training he had received, it was still quiet difficult to get used to the idea that he was shooting through the dark, cold void of outer space. Another sigh escaped him, leaving his rough sculpted body looking even more at ease - in spite of his busy mind, which was flickering back and forth through the the happenings that had set up his life so far. He chuckled to himself and shook his head at the thought of what his parents might think if they were interested in his life at all enough to know where he was right at that second.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jakobos</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 18:35:16</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Devin Turner (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348486#msg7348486)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle <em>Gamma</em><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None<br><hr><br>A while later, there was a sharp crackle over the shuttle's intercom as the pilot spoke again.<br><br>"Hi, y'all... sorry fer the delay, but the maint'nance crew says that the ship's dock's still havin' pressure problems, so we're upping our decel factor. Should be about another hour."<br><br>Devin would have felt greatly annoyed if he had heard this -- but somehow, miraculously, during the preceding minutes, he had managed to slip into a sort of sleep, despite the throbbing roar that permeated the entire shuttle. Nor did he hear any of the reports that came after it over the course of the next hour:<br><br>"Maint crew reports ready. Dockin' in twenty minutes."<br><br>...<br><br>"Dockin' procedure has begun. We'll have pressure equalized in five minutes."<br><br>...<br><br>"Congratulations, everyone! Looks like we made it in one piece. So grab your stuff and get goin'! An' don' leave nothing behind, 'cuz you'll never see it again!"<br><br>Somehow, Devin had remained in blissful slumber throughout the remaining deceleration and even through the sharp jar of docking. As his crew stirred around him, he still lay strapped back in his seat, his eyes shut tight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 22:17:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://shechive.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/a-hot-glasses-4.jpg?w=500&amp;h=375)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Andrew Clark<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle "Gamma"<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone who wants to jump in<br><hr><br>Andrew sat in his seat, staring out the window with the awestruck wonder of a child.&nbsp; He had always found space to be fascinating, and now here he was, flying into the nothingness.&nbsp; He pulled down the veil separating his seat from the rest of the group and looked up and down the aisle.&nbsp; Everyone still had their screens up.&nbsp; He let his breath out in a large sigh and pulled out his notebook and pencil.&nbsp; He began doodling but, soon enough, those doodles turned into numbers and those numbers into equations.&nbsp; His eyes lit up as he imagined different ways he could have soundproofed this cabin better.&nbsp; He stretched his cramped legs and let out a contented groan.&nbsp; Once they reached his ship, things would be much more comfortable.<br><br>He heard the announcement over the PA and, once they arrived, he got out of his seat, collected his things, and headed for the door.&nbsp; He passed by a dozing person or two but thought nothing of it.&nbsp; His priority was the overseeing of his ship.&nbsp; Everything else was secondary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 23:11:32</strong>
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				Name: Lin Sheng<br>Occupation: Engineer<br>Location: Shuttle "Gamma"<br>Tagged: none that I know of... <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/2dbqvfc.jpg)</div>_______________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>Lin stretches, her eyes opening to the announcements, which she cordially ignores while she figures herself out, shaking her head as she figures they must have arrived, she winces, pulling her goggles over her wild eyes and swallowing her long dead gum with a wince, she swore in Mandarin and grabbed her bag, standing up and attempting to get out before some gentleman behind her gets the chance, rude? Yes, but heavens would she KILL for a cigarette right now, not that she's thinking about it, but her clear racial heritage and bright blue hair streaks are unlikely to allow her transgression to go by unnoticed or remembered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 00:04:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img98/8639/f9wlyhe6l9d5ylefkopie.jpg)(http://img703.imageshack.us/img703/1042/411887odst2kopie.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Kiran Reed (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7349486#msg7349486)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Security Guard / Soldier<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle "Gamma"<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Devin Turner<br><hr><br><br>Kiran folded his arms across his chest as they were informed by the pilot that there would be a delay. There was little he could do against it, seeing as it was a technical difficulty that prevented the shuttle from docking with the ship. For now all he could do was sit and wait patiently. Most of it would probably be spent studying the inside of his helmet.<br><br>When they were finally given the signal that it was time to board the ship, he undid the seatbelts that had kept him strapped into place for the last couple of hours. Lightly, he floated a few inches out of his seat. While he had been trained for this, experiencing actual weightlessness was something else. It took him a minute to get his bearings, but soon enough pushed himself away from the seat with a light push, the armoured soldier floating towards the area where his baggage was stored; a duffelbag containing his clothes and personal belongings. <br><br>After swinging it over his shoulder, he turned to see how the rest of the assigned crew was doing. Most were already moving, but he noticed one was still strapped in their seat, apparently fast asleep. From what he could recall from the files he read, it was the captain. A man several years younger than himself, but with strong leadership skills; at least that was what the profile said. Wouldn't be good if the captain was left behind on the shuttle.<br><br>Pushing himself away from the luggage area, he moved to where the captain sat. Laying a gloved hand on the younger man's shoulder, he shook him lightly. <strong>"Up and at 'em<del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del>"</strong> Kiran scraped his brain for a moment to recall the name going with the face. <strong>"<del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del>Turner."</strong> His voice probably sounded a bit weird, as it came from the audio output on his helmet, making it sound as if he's talking through a radio <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> though that wasn't too far from the truth, now that he thought about it. <strong>"It's time to board the ship, captain."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jakobos</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 00:36:29</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Devin Turner (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348486#msg7348486)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle <em>Gamma</em>; <em>Solace</em> Command Stasis Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kiran Reed (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7349486#msg7349486)<br><br><hr>"It's time to board the ship, captain."<br>Instantly there was the gut-wrenching feeling of freefall in Devin's stomach as he jerked awake. The shuttle's acceleration had ceased, and since the <em>Solace</em>'s engines had not yet been fired up, there was no spin to the ship; he was utterly weightless, and the feeling brought blood to his head in those first few seconds. Blinking and looking up, he saw a helmeted figure leaning over him, and in that moment of disorientation, he had absolutely no idea where he was. Pure terror seized his breath and froze his face.<br><br>And then lucidity came crashing in on his mind again, and he gave a weak smile. "<strong>Thank you, uh...</strong>" he quickly tried to remember the guard's name, "<strong>Mr. Reed.</strong>" It was just a guess; he had never seen any of his crew in person before today, and he had been offered very little opportunity to look them up in the past few months. Also, the helmet and dim lighting made facial recognition nearly impossible. But though it was a guess, there was no hint of uncertainty in his voice.<br><br>After struggling for a bit with the straps, he floated free and took hold of a grip on the ceiling, taking a moment to adjust to the new condition. He wasn't totally weightless, he noticed; there was a very slight pull toward the wall with the airlock. How convenient. He pulled his small bag out from underneath his seat, made one final check for personal belongings, and then let go of his handgrip, smiling broadly as he felt himself drifting gently toward the door like a feather on a light breeze.<br><br><em>This isn't going to be so bad,</em> he thought as he floated through the narrow docking area into the command stasis room of the <em>Solace</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mj2002</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 00:38:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/y2Fy6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Audrey Moore (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348767#msg7348767)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Technician<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle "Gamma"<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Whoever, Lin Sheng<br><hr>Audrey yawned a little after taking notice of the announcement. The first and probably most eager of the crew were already up and about. She unfastened herself and stood up as well, looking around her and glancing at the rest of the crew. "We're here everyone!", she exclaimed happily as she made her way to her luggage. She took her bag of belongings and moved towards the exit as she queued behind a women with clear blue hair. "I'm so excited we finally arrived, aren't you?", she said excitedly. She wasn't exactly bouncing about the room, but it was clear that her spirits were as high as they usually were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 00:47:18</strong>
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				Name: Lin Sheng<br>Occupation: Engineer<br>Location: Shuttle "Gamma"<br>Tagged: Audrey Moore<br><hr>Lin glances over her shoulder, her eyes hidden by her blue goggles, without the guiding expressions therein, her smile looks a little sardonic. "Oh yes, thrilled... nothing like gravity sickness, withdrawl and complete mind crushing boredom to roll out a happy welcome mat... but yeah, excited isn;t the word..." She mutters a sentence in mandarin that loosely translates to something anatomically impossible regarding the shuttle and it's inventor's buttocks. "I'm Lin... Engineer and... general grease monkey. Nice to see you and so on... A pleasure I'm entirely certain." She smiles a little more earnestly this time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 00:58:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img98/8639/f9wlyhe6l9d5ylefkopie.jpg)(http://img703.imageshack.us/img703/1042/411887odst2kopie.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Kiran Reed (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7349486#msg7349486)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Security Guard / Soldier<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle "Gamma"<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Devin Turner<br><hr><br><br><strong>"No problem, captain Turner,"</strong> Kiran responded with a nod before turning around and pushing off towards the airlock through which they would move from the shuttle to the ship, Solace. The reaction of the waking captain showed what he already knew; that in full gear he was easily the most out of place and intimidating <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> towards the non-military personal, at least <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> figure amongst the passengers. It didn't matter much though, seeing as he was there for security, after all. Besides, he was sure they'd get used to it soon enough, seeing as they, as a group, would be spending a lot of time together during this journey.<br><br>Stopping next to the airlock, hand wrapped around a handle on the wall to keep himself from floating away by accident, he waited for the rest of the crew to pass through. He had decided he'd go last and bring up the rear. Not something he'd usually do, but in this situation it was best to make sure everyone that needed to get off was getting off before he himself went through.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 01:05:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ks2-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kayla "Nike" Lewis<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Pilot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle "Gamma"<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Kayla didn't need an announcement to know they were docking. She could feel it in the way the shuttle vibrated and shifted. If you flew enough machines, you learned a feel for when your momentum was stopping...even in space. Still she waited until the pilot gave the all clear before she was out of her seat and had her bag over her head, the strap across her body so that it wouldn't hinder her movements.<br><br>She moved out of the shuttle and into the zero G's of their actual ship with ease, a grin on her face as she started moving straight for the Bridge. She had no interest in anything, or anyone else, until she had seen the pilot's seat. She wanted a feel for the beauty she was going to be flying!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grenadine</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 04:25:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UdpCi.jpg?1)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Ariel Cohen<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Security<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everybody?<br><hr><br>Ariel lifts her eyes from the tablet as the others stir in the shuttle. She stows it in the duffel under her seat and removes her harness, immediately drifting out of her seat.&nbsp; Out of the corner of her eye she glimpses the good doctor, still in his seat. She nods to him as she adjusts to the zero gravity environment before steadying herself and taking the first look at her wards for the next seven years. <br><br>The Captain is already drifting through the airlock, the pilot close behind. The girl looks absolutely alight. The architect on the other hands, seems to have achieved Nirvana, approaching the door to his creation with reverence. It is a look she's seen before long ago in a magazine, back when the infamous boy genius was designing the thing. Ariel kicks off, floating towards the airlock, bag in tow.<br><br>One of the technicians chatters with an engineer. Harmless introductions. The engineer looks positively ill. Ariel nods as she passes by. The other two are still seated, a biologist and a scholar if her dossier is correct. One has a very peaceful face. <br><br>The marine is still preoccupied with his book. Pulp fiction if the cover's any clue. The introduction will wait. She finally drifts within grabbing distance of the airlock, swinging herself onto its frame and eyeing her other compatriot in arms, the man in the iron mask. He looks to have nearly 20 kilos on her in addition to the 20 cm in height. Not a man to make enemies with. Not now.<br><br>"Such the gentleman, Mr. Reed," she says giving a smile and a small bow. She swings herself through and onto the ship, following the Captain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 04:52:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://shechive.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/a-hot-glasses-4.jpg?w=500&amp;h=375)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Andrew Clark<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Technician and Head Designer of the ship<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle "Gamma"<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kiran Reed<br><hr><br><br>Andrew stepped through the airlock as he looked up at the large metal man.&nbsp; <strong>"Mr. Reed, yes?&nbsp; It's a pleasure to meet you."</strong> He extended a hand, not quite sure how powerful the man's grip would be through the suit, but hoping his hand wouldn't snap.&nbsp; Still, it was important to show confidence, he reminded himself.&nbsp; He stood there, bobbing in zero gravity, while he waited for everyone to enter the airlock.&nbsp; He was eager to make it to the observation deck.&nbsp; Having personally designed the ship, he knew every nook and cranny, as well as the best places to get a good view of space.&nbsp; He put his pencil behind his ear, put his notepad in his pocket, and turned to face the crowd mingling behind him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mj2002</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 05:02:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/y2Fy6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Audrey Moore (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348767#msg7348767)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Technician<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle "Gamma", Solace Command Stasis Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lin Sheng, Kiran Reed<br><hr>She studied Ms. Sheng's goggles and then smiled happily at the woman. She appeared a bit ill at ease as far as Audrey could tell, but after all it had been quite a flight. She dismissed all of Lin's complaints and continued on a positive note; "I'm sure you'll be right at home here in no time, just like everyone else", she predicted. "I'm Audrey Moore!", she explained after Lin had given her name. "I'm a technician and I tinker with the cryostatic pods... and other little gadgets I can get my hands on." She saw someone nod at her as she passed by and decided it was time to continue her way to the stasis room. She passed one of the guards and gave him a broad smile as she floated by.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jakobos</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 06:46:40</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Devin Turner (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348486#msg7348486)<br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Solace</em> command stasis room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><hr><br>Though Devin was a generally skilled person, his skills in any given category were seldom above "pretty good." However, there were a few things that he was quite exceptionally good at, and one of them was keeping track of people. He was able to categorize faces and personalities and capabilities with remarkable celerity.<br><br>The engineer with the thick-rimmed glasses was Andrew. His face had been in the papers a lot; now, his expression seemed to have a twinge more apprehension. Understandable. He showed confidence, too. Good. The exuberant young woman had to be Audrey; optimism like that could be a good thing, and for the moment it was completely justified. She looked like she would be a great tech. She was a tech, wasn't she? The guard who had awoken him was evidently Kiran Reed, judging by the fact that he didn't correct the captain. He seemed like he would make a perfect guard. The pilot, Nike, he recognized from a photo of her with her flight squad. They said she was the best; well, the <em>Solace</em> probably didn't handle like a fighter jet, but one had to take what credentials one could get. She seemed focused and motivated, good qualities for a pilot. Hopefully she wouldn't become obsessive. There was the female guard; she had to be Ariel. Devin didn't really know anything about her; she looked attentive, possibly wary, though it was difficult to tell. The Asian engineer, Lin, seemed annoyed about something. Well, given the circumstances, that could be justified. Optimism would be nicer, but it wasn't all that important; what mattered was her ability to do her job, and judging by her recommendations, she was quite capable.<br><br>That covered everybody in eyeshot. Now, it was time to play the captain.<br><br>"<strong>Could I have everybody's attention, please?</strong>" His tenor carried through the dense atmosphere into the still-crowded airlock of the shuttle. "<strong>Let's meet in the command room once we've all gotten our stuff together. Sound good?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 07:24:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img98/8639/f9wlyhe6l9d5ylefkopie.jpg)(http://img703.imageshack.us/img703/1042/411887odst2kopie.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Kiran Reed (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7349486#msg7349486)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Security Guard / Soldier<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle "Gamma"<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ariel Cohen, Andrew Clark, Audrey Moore<br><hr><br><br><strong>"Just how my mother raised me, Ms. Cohen."</strong> Kiran responded, giving the tanned brunette a two-fingered boy scout salute as she drifted by. She was a fair bit shorter than him, but he could note that she had received combat training. You never move quite the same after going through military, police or other such training. It was like learning to walk all over again his father used to say.<br><br>Next came a slender man with large glasses pitched on the bridge of his nose. It was the ship's architect, if he recalled correctly. Kiran would have thought someone like that would fly along as a passenger in cryo-statis, but perhaps he was the type who wanted to oversee the launch and travel of his creation personally. In any case, he wasn't one in a position to judge someone on obsessiveness over their job, seeing as he was pretty obsessed with his own. Practical paranoia, he liked to call it.<br><br><strong>"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Clark,"</strong> he replied, giving the man a firm handshake. Naturally, it wasn't enough to break anyone's hand <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> unless they suffered from brittle bone decease or something <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> by any extend, but it was strong enough to leave the recipient's hand aching a bit if they gave him a weak grip. <strong>"Let's hope this journey will work out well."</strong><br><br>Another woman floated by, this one appearing to be Asian. She smiled at him broadly as she passed by him. Kiran nodded friendly in response, seeing as his helmet's visor was pretty much nontransparent, his face barely visible even in the best of lighting situations and at the best angle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 07:49:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/170/5/b/chris_redfield_re5_by_kawarimi-d3jb497.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Nicholai "Nikki" Phoenix<br><strong>Location</strong>:Shuttle "Gamma"<br><strong>Occupation</strong>: Guard<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:Everyone, Open<br><br><br>Nikki was preocuppied with the book in hand.&nbsp; His attention only shiftedd for the slightest bit as gravity diminished and the book softly lifted away from his hands.&nbsp; Otherwise, the author held the Marines attention tentively, and if it wern't for the book lifting he'd never have seen his fellow guard floating by him.&nbsp; They were in space now, and as he removed his earplugs and yawned lightly to adjust the preasure, he realized he was the last to get up from his seat.<br><br>With another yawn he removed his reading glasses and tucked them into a small case in his bag.&nbsp; Unbuckling himself he lifted the bag and slid the thick Neil Gaiman book into a side zippered pouch on the duffle bag.&nbsp; He pushed off the seat and streched his sleeping legs <strong>"Boy does it feel good to move about!"</strong> he exclaimed in general as he slung the bag across his shoulder and made way towards the exitting door.<br><br>Once his turn was up he looked to his fellow guard <strong>"Glad to see a fellow brother in arms, names Nikki, and I'm proud to serve soldier"</strong> he saluted Kiran as he took his arm to be guided through the shuttles exit. He didn't know who, if at all, would be dubbed head guard, however he wanted to show his respects to everyone when he could.&nbsp; His eyes gazed about like a child in a toy store as an explosion of images filled his skull to the brim.&nbsp; He only has ever read about ships like this, but not that he was here, he was left speechless.&nbsp; As the captain spoke he he listened intently before nodding and moving off to place his things in his assigned sleeping quarters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RipTide</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 16:29:03</strong>
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				Name: Kris Palmer (http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lutcsrQ9iG1qbhmlvo1_500.jpg)<br>Occupation: Technician<br>Location: Shuttle Gamma<br>Tagged: All, Open<br><hr><br>The interesting, if not, eclectic assortment of music Kris had piled on her MP3 player had produced a number of instrumental, calming pieces that had put quite at ease despite her previous restlessness aboard the shuttle. So much so, she had managed to get in a light snooze. It was a perfect remedy for what seemed a lengthy trip given that conversation was not much of an option due to the partitions and the restrictive harness that crossed over her slender torso and even between her thighs. She supposed she needed a bit of shut-eye anyways. The night before hadn't exactly been restful given her anticipation.<br><br>Dozing through the vibrations of the docking process and even the pilots announcements, it wasn't until everyone started to emerge from their seats to gather their things that Kris's eyes finally peeled open. She didn't immediately move, releasing a deep sigh in attempt to contain herself as an overwhelming excitement started to course through her veins. Pressing the heel of her hand to her eye in attempt to wipe what remained of sleep from her eyes, she began the process of unbuckling, but when she slid out of the harness drifting up out of her seat due to the small amount of force she had created, a wide grin curled across her lips. Reality was sinking in. Kris was in space! Despite her best efforts, she couldn't suppress a small laugh as she "swam" upward out of the small compartment she had occupied. She reaching up above in the crevice where her duffel bag was strapped down to pull it free, though it took some effort as she had had to cram it in there before. It seemed she wasn't the lightest packer of the crew.<br><br>Tossing the bag over her shoulder, she made her way over to the air lock where it seemed like most of the crew was gathered. From the packet of paperwork she'd been given, she'd taken to memorizing everyone's name and face, so she wasn't surprised by any means at the crowd ahead of her. It seemed like she was the last, in fact. The three engineers, three technicians (including herself), the guards, pilot, and of course the captain. Kris had to admit, though, they were all much more impressive than they were on paper. Particularly Kiran Reed who stood guard at the airlock in full gear, ready for duty.<br><br>Kris took hold of the handle just as Captain Turner spoke out, her glance initially trained on the man, though it flickered about all the others gathered around her curiously. It seemed a decent crew; certainly versatile which was nothing to complain about as long as they all got past their differences. Her green eyes immediately snapped back to the captain at his request, giving a nod and a soft, though confident 'Yes, Sir' in response. <br><br>Waiting for the others to move forward and empty out of the airlock onto the ship, Kris tightened her grip on the airlock and turned her attention to Kiran, her head tilting aside. She merely smirked at him for a minute before she finally spoke. "Can't miss you, can we, Reed?" A laugh followed shortly after to indicate she was simply jesting with him, and soon after that, her fist rose to give him a firm, though non-threatening punch to the shoulder. Upon recoiling her fist which had clearly lost the battle against his armor, she winced. "Remind me never to do that again." <br><br>Despite the slight ache in her knuckles, Kris produced a smile and outstretched the hand. "Name's Kristin Palmer, but I prefer Kris."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 21:09:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img98/8639/f9wlyhe6l9d5ylefkopie.jpg)(http://img703.imageshack.us/img703/1042/411887odst2kopie.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Kiran Reed (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7349486#msg7349486)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Security Guard / Soldier<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle "Gamma"<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nicholai "Nikki" Phoenix, Kris Palmer<br><hr><br><br><strong>"Welcome aboard, soldier. Let's make it a good one."</strong> Kiran returned the favor, giving Nicholai a proper salute back. It was good to have more trained personal along. The ideal squad size was usually four or five, but then he had to remind himself that this wasn't a traditional field mission. Most of his work time would probably be spent maintaining the armoury and guard duty on the bridge, staring at the monitors.<br><br>Just as Phoenix passed into the airlock another female technician approached, giving him a playful punch in the shoulder. Naturally, it was deflected quite well by his shoulderguard. The chuckle he made in response to this event was too soft to be registered by the microphone inside his helmet and thus wasn't transmitted to the loudspeaker on the external side of the helmet. <strong>"I'll keep it in mind,"</strong> Kiran told her as he took her outstretched hand and shook it lightly. He was a bit more gentle with women when shaking their hand, for obvious reasons. <strong>"Kiran Reed. Just call me Kiran, since we'll be working together for the foreseeable future."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mj2002</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 22:40:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/y2Fy6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Audrey Moore (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348767#msg7348767)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Technician<br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Solace</em> Stasis Room, Dormitories<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Audrey turned her attention to the Captain as he began to address his crew for the first time while on board their new home. It wasn't one of those long introduction speeches yet, she supposed that would come later after they had all settled down. As the Captain kindly requested them to return to the command room, she looked at the rest of the crew. She wasn't the only one as she caught a few curious looks from others as well. She'd get to meet them soon enough. <br><br>Making her way to the dormitory room, Audrey took a good look at every room she passed through and getting a feel for the environment that she would be calling her home for... well... for the next couple of years at least. Years without resupply, that ought to be interesting. Every crew member would probably be trained into the mechanics and technology of the ship sooner or later, since this equipment was inevitably going to become old, slow and eventually broken. She'd give it her best, though for now she supposed it would be wiser to focus on her own specialties. <br><br>She arrived at the dormitories, seemingly the first to do so. "Excellent", she whispered as she rubbed her hands together. "Time to set up my little base of operations!" She looked at all the little corners of the that made up their private sleeping quarters and immediately decided on the one in the far corner. That would be her spot now. Sliding her bag and backpack under the bed, she sat down to test its softness. This would do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grenadine</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 23:39:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UdpCi.jpg?1)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Ariel Cohen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7350691#msg7350691)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Security<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dormitory, Command Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Ariel hears the Captain and heads towards the dormitories. As she does she hears the guards conversing behind her. Professional, good spirits, an excellent start. She arrives at her room, a few others filtering past her towards their quarters and other parts of the ship.<br><br>Ariel sets down her duffel, pulling from it her tablet. The room appears spartan, unfurnished but for a few light fixtures and the odd latches set into the back wall of the ship. She flicks on one of the lights and undoes a latch, unfolding a small desk. She sets down her tablet, propping it on its collapsible kickstand. Ariel presses a button and speaks.<br><br>"Music, something quiet, moderate tempo."<br><br>The tablet beeps acknowledgement, and music (http://youtu.be/g3eB5ZpSqVM) fills the room. Ariel opens another latch, and a larger unit slides out, a merger of cot and trunk. She tests the thin mattress and breathes a sigh of relief. Space age foam, extremely soft. She undoes a catch on the side and lifts the mattress, revealing the large storage compartment beneath. She performs a cursory check of her gear. Uniform, spare clothes, gun case, e-safe, amunition boxes, weights, resistance bands, foam pillow, spare sheets, everything appears to be in place. She tests the lock on the gun case. Her rifle is secure. She opens the safe, and quickly stows the contents of her duffel bag. Secure. <br><br>Ariel closes the bed over the trunk and pushes them both back into the ship. She pulls the latch by the desk, and slides out a small bench, also with a storage compartment underneath. She unlatches the seat and checks her small stash underneath. A few bottles of wine rattle, tucked next to them are some bars of chocolate. If she has a portion of chocolate with a glass of wine every five months, these supplies will last the whole trip. She latches the top and pushes the bench back into the wall. <br><br>"Stop music," Ariel says. The jazz stops, and Ariel takes another sweeping glance at her room.<br><br>"Seven years is a long time."<br><br>She exits, shutting the door behind her and returning to the command room. She takes a seat near the wall, and settles in for a wait. Hopefully after introductions she can explore the rest of the ship, get a feel for her new home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 03:02:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://shechive.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/a-hot-glasses-4.jpg?w=500&amp;h=375)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Andrew Clark<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Technician<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Rooms<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Audrey, Open<br><hr><br>Andrew heard the captain's brief speech about meeting in the Captain's room and blah blah blah.&nbsp; He made his way to the sleeping quarters and was passing by each room when he came across one that was already occupied.&nbsp; Peering in, he saw the slim frame of Audrey Moore, one of the few people he had actually bothered to remember.&nbsp; Her being one of the best technicians, and him being a prodigy, they were bound to get along and have quite a bit in common.&nbsp; At least, that's what he was hoping.&nbsp; He stepped into the doorway and knocked on the open door.&nbsp; <strong>"Hey! Audrey, right?&nbsp; It's nice to finally meet you.&nbsp; We're going to be working together for a decade, so I figured I should get off on the right foot."</strong>&nbsp; He leaned against the doorway, awaiting her response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 06:00:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/170/5/b/chris_redfield_re5_by_kawarimi-d3jb497.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Nicholai "Nikki" Phoenix<br><strong>Location</strong>:Shuttle "Gamma"<br><strong>Occupation</strong>: Guard<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Kiran, Ariel, Open<br><br><br>He once again saluted the fellow soldier with a smirk and a quick nod of his head <strong>"aye, we've a decade to enjoy this"</strong> falling to ease he pulled through the hatch into the ship his eyes still like a child.&nbsp; A smile crossed his lips as he took the images in once more.&nbsp; Ever since he was 7 he had been looking to the skies at night.&nbsp; He'd speak out and ask questions, and at times the skies would answer with shooting stars, or eclipses.&nbsp; Now however, this was his time to be in the skies. <br><br>He floated from the hatch passed the main deck towards the rooms.&nbsp; However, he found himself lost in awe once more as he saw the huge window learing out into the great vastness of space.&nbsp; To anyone passing by he looked like a kid on Christmas morning with droll probably slipping from the corner of his mouth.&nbsp; He thought about all the times his father, brother and himself would stay up late to watch meteor showers in the telescope.&nbsp; Instinctively he reach at his neck, his hands wrapped about a set of dogtags, which was odd for he had two sets about his neck and most soldiers on had one set.<br><br>With another smirk he kissed the taggs lightly letting them softly fall back to place <strong>"We made it man, we did it, we're here"</strong> he said softly to nothingness.&nbsp; Nikki pushed away from the glass making his way into the dorm area.&nbsp; As he floated down the central hall he checked each room to see who was where.&nbsp; He noticed the technicians chatting and just nodded at them with a brisk smirk.&nbsp; as he floated alittle more he heard the music, then the voice telling the tablet to silence.<strong>"Awe, I was just getting into the rythm"</strong> he gave a more charasmatic smile this time as he was at Ariels doorway.&nbsp; <strong>"Names Nicholai Phoenix, but everyone calls me Nikki"</strong> he held a hand out to her <strong>"I take it your,"</strong> he squinted lightlytrying to remember her name from the breifing <strong>"Ms. Cohen, if im not mistaken"</strong> he smiled once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mj2002</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 06:26:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/y2Fy6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Audrey Moore (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348767#msg7348767)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Technician<br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Solace</em> Dormitories<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Andrew Clark<br><hr><br>It probably wasn't the best time to start unpacking all of her personal belongings now, so she merely withdrew one of her smaller tablet devices from her backpack. She rummaged through her backpack a little more, searching for her universal charger. Having found it, she plugged it into the wall before connecting it to the small device. Charging just one ought to be enough for now, she figured. She unfolded the small nightstand next to her bed and placed both of them on it.<br><br>Audrey was just starting to admire the view from the window in her room when she a knock on what was probably her room's door. Turning around, she laid her gaze on what must be the crew's most handsome man. This must be Andrew, she realized after a few moments. It was said he was nothing short of a genius and one of the important people behind the entire development of this mission. She had better say something instead of just stare at the guy, or it'd be a bit awkward.<br><br>She bounced off the bed and onto her feet. "<strong>Hey there</strong>!", she replied to him. Her positive outlook on life... and well pretty much everything was crystal clear even though she'd only said two words. Mixed through this time was a sense of respect and awe for Andrew though, most of that for his achievements. "<strong>Yep, that's me, present and accounted for. You must be Andrew right?</strong>", she inquired as she moved towards Andrew to shake his hand. Her broad smile and shining eyes radiated happiness as she faced him. "<strong>I hope we can get along very well indeed. In fact, I have no doubt that we will! Have you found yourself a room yet here?</strong>", she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RipTide</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 06:53:23</strong>
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				Name: Kris Palmer (http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lutcsrQ9iG1qbhmlvo1_500.jpg)<br>Occupation: Technician<br>Location: Shuttle Gamma<br>Tagged: Kiran, Open<br><hr><br>"Kiran it is, then," she replied shortly after the introduction, attempting to meet his gaze through the reflective helmet with little luck, but she supposed there was plenty of time for that later. "Sounds like we should get going. I'm sure I'll see you 'round." Touching her pointer and middle finger to her temple, Kris flicked it in a playful salute before maneuvering her way out of the airlock and finally boarding the ship. Following the lead of several other of the crew, the blonde headed for the dormitory, where upon inspection, many of the others were already settled down and making introductions.<br><br>Upon finding her own quarters, Kris paused in the doorway, noticing two of the men standing outside the doorframe of a couple of the rooms. One was Andrew, the ships designer, and the other Nicholai, one of the guards. With a smirk to herself, she tossed her duffel in the direction of her bed, not bothering to yet unpack beside the tablet that contained the file of all the paperwork she'd been given. It would probably be convenient to have handy at their first official briefing.<br><br>Tucking the tablet between her thighs momentarily, however, Kris gathered her long blonde hair up in a low ponytail at the back of her head, flicking back a piece of her bangs that had fallen loose with a slight grimace of annoyance. She had been tempted to just hack it off before the departure, but her mother had begged her not to. Why? Kris didn't even begin to understand her mother's attachment to her hair, but to avoid further upsetting her mother, she'd agreed not to. She guessed it was some form of preservation.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grenadine</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 08:26:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UdpCi.jpg?1)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Ariel Cohen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7350691#msg7350691)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Security<br><strong>Location:</strong> Command Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nicholai, Closed<br><hr><br>Nicholai, the avid reader from earlier appears, "<em>Awe, I was just getting into the rhythm.</em> He smiles, extending his hand. Ariel accepts, shaking firmly.<br><br>"<em>Name's Nicholai Phoenix, but everyone calls me Nikki. I take it you're Ms. Cohen, if I'm not mistaken?</em>"<br><br>Ariel notices him glancing at her name tag and laughs,"In the flesh, and since you're a fellow Mulligan lover I suppose you can call me Ariel, Nikki." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 09:40:49</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kieth Falkenskold<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Doctor/Field Medic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Exiting <em>Gamma</em>, In <em>Solace</em><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone.<br><br><hr><br>Kieth had spent the long shuttle ride reading poetry quietly to himself. The prospect of the journey into deep space was all together overwhelming, at first, but after a while he came to accept it and enjoy the hum of the noisy engines. As the vessel came to a stop and everyone began their exit of <em>Gamma</em> Kieth undid his binding and stretched mildly he looked down at his light military combat armor. The white armor with the red cross on the right breast and shoulder pads always seemed to put a smile on Kieth's face. He made his way over to the luggage compartment and retrieved his dufflebag and pulled it over his shoulder. Floating his way over tot he airlock he stopped as he noticed Kiran waiting at the door. This mildly surprised him, he figured everyone had entered the ship already. He shrugged mildly and made his way over to the man, giving him a firm nod and extending his hand to the other soldier. "Name's Kieth, I'm the medic for this fine ship." He said smiling to the man.<br><br>After his brief encounter with Kiran he moved through to the crowd just in time to hear the captain's request. Instead of heading to the personal dorms he moved to the Med-bay, and examined it. After nodding approvingly several times he exited the Medical Bay and entered the dorm hallways. Seeing quite a few people gathered there he placed his dufflebag in an unclaimed room and sat on the bed a moment and opened the small tattered book he always kept on his person. When I will be ashes And my face will be cinders; When I will be dirt, And my tear of ice, Then the time will come When from life I will depart. With me I shall take Your eternal face And in the luscious night On the table by the light You will find my name on a book Where it has been put: Sighs and hurt, Laughter and pleasure, Whispering words, Which remain unforgotten. He read aloud from the book, mainly to himself but with the thin walls other could hear the poem as well.<br><br>Sighing Kieth closed the book and replaced it in his pocket and stood gazing out of his window a moment. <em>'What lies in wait for us out there? What dangers, and other manner of things seek to end our voyage before it truly begins?'</em> Kieth thought grimly, turning on his heel He started for the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 10:22:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img98/8639/f9wlyhe6l9d5ylefkopie.jpg)(http://img703.imageshack.us/img703/1042/411887odst2kopie.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Kiran Reed (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7349486#msg7349486)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Security Guard / Soldier<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle "Gamma"<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kieth Falkenskold, Open<br><hr><br><br>The last to go through the airlock before Kiran was their medic.<strong> "Good to meet you, doctor. We'll be counting on you to take care of us during this journey,"</strong> he responded as he shook the man's hand. When the dark haired man had slipped through the exit, the armor-clad soldier bid farewell to the shuttle-pilots before ducking his head and slipping in after his new crew, entering the space vessel that would be their home for next few years.<br><br>The first thing Kiran did after boarding the ship was not look around at the various rooms or claim a bedroom and stow away his belongings. No, Kiran headed straight for the ladder in the lounge area, the one that lead to the storage area in the middle of the ship, where zero gravity was king. It was a large area, but his target was easily spotted. On the outside it looked like a large steel container, one you'd usually see on large cargo ships. Kiran knew though that it was a bit different. For one, it was reinforced to withstand heavy ballistics fire and explosions <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> both from the inside and out.<br><br><strong>"Let's have a quick look-see,"</strong> he muttered to himself as he approached the large double doors of the container. It was code and key locked, requiring both to open it. Right now the armoury was restricted to security personnel and the captain of the vessel. It had separate lighting, a switch located near the door. As it blinked on, Kiran took a good look around. Along the walls were various racks and cabinets, all stocked with various kinds of firearms and the ammunition they required. There were several boxes stacked in the corner with big, red warning signs on each side. Inside were military grade explosives such as C4.<br><br>One could wonder why a civilian ship had this much fire- and blast-power aboard. It was a better to be safe than sorry meassure. They were heading into space, the final frontier. Who know what they'd encounter along the way or at their final destination? These weapons could be their last line of defence for all they knew. Kiran didn't worry himself too much about those possibilities right now though, content with seeing that everything was in place and accounted for. After locking up the armoury, he returned to living and work quarters of the ship. It was a bit strange feeling gravity increase as he ascended<del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del>or rather, descended the ladder.<br><br>Slipping through the ship he picked the first best unoccupied dorm room, tossed down his duffelbag on the bed, and then headed to the control room. <strong>"Kiran Reed, reporting for duty,"</strong> he said as he entered the room, though he was not sure if anyone was already there as he said that. Lifting his hands to his head, he released the safety on his helmet, slipping it off after a moment. Taking a deep breath of actual air felt good. It gets a bit stuffy inside the helmet after having it on for a long while. Kiran looked around as he ran a gloved hand through his wavy, dark hair. There was a large windown at the end of the room, giving a clear view of the bright blue earth. It kind of ached, knowing that they'd never see it again. Friends and family still remained on Earth, along with several billion others. Not all could be saved <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> only a select few. He could not imagine how much further the chaos down there would escalate further in the coming few years, as time for the planet's destruction drew near. <br><br>Good bye, Earth. Good bye... <em>home</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 12:19:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://shechive.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/a-hot-glasses-4.jpg?w=500&amp;h=375)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Andrew Clark<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Technician<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Rooms<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Audrey<br><hr><br>Andrew saw the awe flash across her face as the conversation ground to a halt until she seemed to collect herself and get off the bed to shake his hand. He was fairly used to this sort of reaction, but never with cute girls.&nbsp; He stepped out of the doorway and peeked into the room directly adjacent to hers.&nbsp; <strong>"Erm, yeah. This one..."</strong>&nbsp; He pointed towards his newly appointed room.&nbsp; <strong>"Just coming to see my new neighbors and all that."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>He couldn't tell exactly why he liked Audrey, but he really did. She was smart, cheerful, energetic....Andrew had to make sure he didn't get swept up in his feelings. The lives of everyone on board depended on him being level-headed. <strong>"So, want me to leave so you can set up your stuff?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mj2002</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 16:18:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/y2Fy6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Audrey Moore (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348767#msg7348767)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Technician<br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Solace</em> Dormitories, Control Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Andrew Clark, Open<br><hr><br>Audrey eyed Andrew Clark up and down for a moment, trying to be not too obvious about it. "Wow, he should have become an actor or something with that face of his", she thought to herself as she admired him. "<strong>That's great!</strong>", Audrey exclaimed as she learned that Andrew would become her neighbor. She could have definitely landed herself with a worse command crew, she realized. Being in the presence of skilled scientists, technicians and engineers like <em>Andrew Clark</em> of all people, she had better make sure she lived up to the expectations that the rest of the crew had of her. <br><br>For now though, she had better stay with both feet on the ground, well floor rather. "So, want me to leave so you can set up your stuff?", he asked her. "<strong>It's alright Andrew, I was about done anyway. The Captain said to meet in the Control Room after got our things sorted, so we had best not hang around because I'm sure he has something important to say.</strong>" It was no proper time for admiring and small talk just yet. The Captain would most likely give them important information about the flight plan, work and living schedules, safety instructions and perhaps even a full tour of the ship. She didn't want to miss any of this, so it was wise to not test his patience. She turned around and took her small tablet off the charger and then pocketed it. She went through her door, closed it and closed it behind her. She looked into Andrew's room for a brief moment and flashed him a a cheeky smile and headed towards the Control Room.<br><br>Once arrived there, she was immediately drawn by the large window. The view of the blue globe was absolutely stunning and she realized that this is what the original astronauts must have felt like when they looked down at the Earth from their primitive space craft. She placed one hand on the enormous window and stared at her home world, completely in awe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jakobos</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 16:33:24</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Devin Turner (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348486#msg7348486)<br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Solace</em> command section<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Any<br><hr><br>It was kind of eerie to go the direct route to the dorms, Devin decided. Walking between rows and rows of other crews, frozen long before the <em>Gamma</em>'s final docking... knowing that it was his responsibility to keep them safe for the next twelve months, and knowing how easily a loss of power could send them all to a senseless and unconscious --<br><br><em>Now is not the time.</em> Now of all times, he was thankful for his military training, thankful that he could force himself to focus on the present task, which was... Finding a room. Easy. Opening the heavy door that led into the dormitory hall, he decided on the third one from the bottom on the right. Front and center. That was his style. It looked like the rooms to the right of his had already been taken.<br><br>Unpacking could wait. For now, he left his bags on the bed and made his way to the command room. When he reached it, he was delighted to see that his chair / workstation really did spin. 360°. And the command room was not empty; Devin could recognize Kiran, Ariel, and... that must be Nicholai, already waiting. <em>Must be the military training,</em> he thought to himself, smiling. Always first to the destination. And Audrey Moore was just entering as well.<br><br>The speech could wait until everyone was here. Since nearly everyone in the room was ex-mil, he put on his best commander's voice as he addressed them: "At ease, everyone." From the tone of his voice, one might have mistaken it for a serious order, but one look at his smiling face would have immediately dispelled such a supposition.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RipTide</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 17:26:46</strong>
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				Name: Kris Palmer<br>Occupation: Technician<br>Location: Command Room<br>Tagged: Open<br><hr><br>Hair contained and tablet in hand, Kris strolled into the command room where several other members of the crew were already, including the captain. Nodding to their leader, she stepped further inside the room, but her eyes were drawn to the view out the window where one of the other technicians, Audrey if she remembered correctly, was already admiring it. She couldn't resist a smile as she hugged her tablet to her chest, moving up towards the window, though standing back a ways.<br><br>"They weren't kidding when they said you'd feel like an ant.." she muttered to herself, blinking her bewildered eyes. The view of the world was before her, and though you clearly couldn't see them, there were billions of people still down there, going about their day to day lives while she looked down on them from so far away. It was surreal. Nothing could have prepared her for that.<br><br>Finally, however, she forced herself to turn away before nostalgia kicked in at full force. Glancing about the room, she spotted three others other than those previously noted, including Kiran. Now free of his helmet but still sporting the rest of his gear, Kris found him a bit less intimidating now that she could see his face. <br><br>Taking a seat at what she supposed to be the statis pod monitors, Kris let out a faint sigh, crossing one long leg over the other as she pulled up the files on her tablet, balancing the thin device on her thighs as her fingers danced and flicked across the screen quickly. She was eager for the meeting to begin despite her attempt to appear relaxed and nonchalant, hoping the rest of her crew members would join them promptly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 03:12:23</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kieth Folkenskold (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7349492#msg7349492)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Medic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Command Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>He entered the large room just as the captain had made a small statement most likely meant to calm to give the room a slightly less stiff feel. Pushing a hand through his messy black hair he sighed. Most seemed fixated with the sight of the Earth, basking in it most likely and taking in all they could after all was likely to be the last time they ever saw that tiny little dying planet they called home for so long.<br><br>Kieth idlely stared at the small sphere as it slowly rotated. A slight and bitter smile crossed his face as he remembered everyone he was leaving behind back on Earth. His hand subconsciously touched the book in his pocket. Letting out another sigh he leaned against the wall looking around the decently sized room. Kieth scanned the faces of everyone taking every little detail. They all seemed so full of purpose and hopefulness, over the years Kieth grew to appreciate these two things in people. He'd seen enough grim things in the last few years to totally quell his own sense of hopefulness.<br><br>Scratching his head slightly Kieth closed his eyes his face seeming to look up at the artificial lighting in the room. He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, a smile slowly crossed his face as he forced himself to a full standing position from the wall. "As we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, we will fear no evil, eh?"&nbsp; He muttered mainly to himself, though his words were hardly inaudible to others.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 05:48:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/170/5/b/chris_redfield_re5_by_kawarimi-d3jb497.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Nicholai "Nikki" Phoenix<br><strong>Location</strong>:Shuttle "Gamma"<br><strong>Occupation</strong>: Guard<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Ariel, Open<br><br><br>With a quick charasmatic smirk crossing his lips he gave a sort of half salute "yes ma'am" he joked as he felt to ease.&nbsp; He looked about before looking back down the hall "seems the rest of us are meeting back up as per orders, i guess ill see you there" he joked again, a little nervously as he pushed from the door way into the hall "Finish unpacking" he nodded as he disappeared from her site.<br><br>hoovering down the hall towards his selected room he smacked himself in the head "seriously, like a child" he muttered to himself as he already seemed to play a nervous fool to a fellow crew memeber, let alone guard.&nbsp; Pulling himself into the room a quick smirk crossed his face as he felt at home instantly.&nbsp; Lining the walls were the only weapons anyone should ever need, books, on the far wall where a window would have been sat a row of bookshelves filled with old paperback and hardbacks.<br><br>Setting the dufflebag on his bed he skimmed through the titles that flooded his eyes "R.A. Salvatore, Mitch Albom, Christopher Moore, George R.R. Martin,..." multiple classics like Poe and Verne where mixed in there as well, but as he spoke the name "Neil Gaiman" his lips creased into a grin as he saw his favorite authors name appear.&nbsp; He placed his own Neil Gaiman book with the others as a sigh escaped his lips. "Now time for some tea, I really do hope we haven't forgotten the tea" the thought mad him sad as he turned leaving the room making way to the main deck per orders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 21:22:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://shechive.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/a-hot-glasses-4.jpg?w=500&amp;h=375)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Andrew Clark<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Technician<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Rooms/Control Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Audrey<br><hr><br>Andrew conceded that meeting with the captain was probably a good idea.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes, I suppose it would be smart to hear about our mission."</strong> He casually threw his backpack over his shoulder and walked with Audrey to the Command room.&nbsp; Andrew couldn't help but notice her tablet in her hands.&nbsp; <strong>"You know, Audrey, I've helped design plenty of patents, but I still never leave home without my greatest one.&nbsp; It records every single thought I have and allows me to sift through them at a later time.&nbsp; It's a remarkable piece of technology and it all fits..."</strong> He patted his coat pocket, <strong>"Right here in my pocket."</strong>&nbsp; He let the look of wonderment play across her face for a few moments before pulling out a pencil and a notepad while a gigantic smile played across his face.&nbsp; <br><br>They reached the command room and it seemed as though they weren't the last ones there, luckily.&nbsp; It gave Andrew enough time to stargaze for a while.&nbsp; He saw Audrey place her hand on the glass and his face mirrored hers as, even after over a decade studying space, he was still humbled by it's majesty.&nbsp; He heard someone say something about ants, but he was already gone.&nbsp; Gazing dreamily out the window while his head ran a dozen different calculations.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jakobos</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 18:30:18</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Devin Turner (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348486#msg7348486)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>Solace</em> Control Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>: All<br><hr><br>A quick estimate showed that most or all of the crew had assembled. This was the moment toward which Devin had looked with a sense of great anticipation: this was the first assembly of the first crew of the ship that held the souls of over five thousand men, women, and children. He had spent months trying to think of something profound to say at this moment. He had failed.<br><br>Clearing his throat, he looked around the room and waited a brief moment. The window of the control room was facing the brightly-lit Earth; the low orbit put North America and much of the Pacific Ocean in view. The stars behind the Earth were difficult to see, but somewhere among those there was a haven for humanity. There had to be.<br><br>He smiled and turned his eyes back to the room. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to your home for the next few years." It wouldn't be right for him to set himself up as a commander in the military sense, so he kept his manner of address casual. "I'd like to keep things informal while we're here; you can just call me Devin. You all know your responsibilities and how important they are, so I won't remind you. May God bless our journey and our destination."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>21-12-2012, 02:44:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://shechive.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/a-hot-glasses-4.jpg?w=500&amp;h=375)</div></div></div> <strong>Name:</strong> Andrew Clark<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Technician<br><strong>Location:</strong> Control Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Audrey<br><hr><br>Andrew heard the Captain's speech and, when the captain stopped speaking, he became a bit annoyed.&nbsp; <em>"I had to stop setting up my stuff for this? Gah, I've heard better speeches at High School Graduations..."</em>&nbsp; He would never let his disappointment show, however.&nbsp; The ship needed a strong captain who was good at inspiring his fellow crew.&nbsp; And if that failed, they needed a captain who THOUGHT he was good at inspiring them.&nbsp; He let out his breath in a long exhale before turning back to Audrey.&nbsp; <strong>"I think...I think he's done.&nbsp; Anyway, I'm going to go set up my room.&nbsp; If you want, you can help.&nbsp; It would be nice getting to know you better. Either way, you know where my room is."</strong>&nbsp; He didn't want to force her to choose between star gazing and setting up a room with an, albeit famous, nerd.&nbsp; Given the choice, he himself would probably choose the window over him.&nbsp; However, he turned and walked back to his room.&nbsp; He sat on the floor, surrounded by suitcases, trying to figure out where to put everything.&nbsp; He had a genius IQ, but he couldn't even set up his room efficiently.&nbsp; He stood up and turned around.&nbsp; Facing the window in his room, he looked out at the vast, sprawling blackness and let his mind wander a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jakobos</strong> on <strong>21-12-2012, 06:07:47</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Devin Turner (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348486#msg7348486)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Control Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><hr><br>The captain continued after a pause and a glance at Andrew. "I know that you all don't want a long motivational speech, and that's not why we're here. This isn't a pep rally." Truth be told, Devin really wasn't really sure <em>why</em> he had called this meeting in the first place. It had just seemed to him like the right thing to do. "Some of you have already met each other, I see. Keep unpacking and settle in; we fire up the engines in a few hours." This was definitely not going the way Devin had planned; he felt disgusted. What sort of leader would they think he was? What sort of leader <em>was</em> he?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mj2002</strong> on <strong>21-12-2012, 21:41:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/y2Fy6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Audrey Moore (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348767#msg7348767)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Technician<br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Solace</em> Dormitories<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Andrew Clark<br><hr><br>The speech was short but powerful, Audrey concluded. There was no point to go on for hours about a trip that hadn't even started right? She gave the Captain an approving glance before Andrew started to address her. Immediately radiating happiness that he choose to grant her more attention, she faced her dormitories' neighbor.&nbsp; " think...I think he's done.&nbsp; Anyway, I'm going to go set up my room.&nbsp; If you want, you can help.&nbsp; It would be nice getting to know you better. Either way, you know where my room is.", he said. She took one more gaze at the Earth before she turned around again, seeing Andrew head towards the dormitories. Happily she followed him towards the room that housed all their private 'bedrooms'. <br><br>Audrey peeked around the corner of Andrew's door and saw him gazing out of his window. Perhaps he was feeling homesick already? Probably not. A smart person like Andrew would certainly rationalize that, Audrey figured. "<strong>Hey, need some help?</strong>", she said, once again boasting her overly happy smile.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>21-12-2012, 22:49:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://shechive.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/a-hot-glasses-4.jpg?w=500&amp;h=375)</div></div></div> <strong>Name:</strong> Andrew Clark<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Technician<br><strong>Location:</strong> Control Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Audrey<br><hr><br><br>Andrew's thoughts were interrupted when he heard Audrey's cheerful voice from his doorway.&nbsp; He snapped back to reality. <strong>"Oh, yeah, thanks.&nbsp; Sorry, I am just completely hopeless when it comes to organization.&nbsp; Give me some quantum mechanics and I'll spit out the answer, but ask me to unpack my things and...</strong>" He gestured around at his barren room to emphasize his point.&nbsp; He kicked open his suitcases and inside were a number of personal gadgets that he hadn't patented yet, along with the other essentials for a decade in space.&nbsp; He had brought a pillow and a blanket, but no spares.&nbsp; To be honest, he hadn't really expected to be sleeping in his bed for the majority of the flight.&nbsp; If he was lucky, he would be sleeping in the observatory, under the stars.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>21-12-2012, 23:31:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img98/8639/f9wlyhe6l9d5ylefkopie.jpg)(http://img703.imageshack.us/img703/1042/411887odst2kopie.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Kiran Reed (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7349486#msg7349486)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Security Guard / Soldier<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle "Gamma"<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br><br>The speech was short and told him nothing he did know already. Kiran did not mind though. He'd already tried to prepare himself psychologically for the departure as good as possible. During his free time over the course of the last few weeks, when he was being trained and otherwise prepped for long term space travel, he spent a great deal of his free hours visiting or contacting family and friends over video call programs such as Skype to say his final farewells. The whole affair was heartwrenching, to say the least <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> even for a hardened soldier. It gave him closure though and renewed his focus to do everything withing his power to make sure that humanity's chosen would reach their destination.<br><br><strong>"Sir,"</strong> he said while saluting Devin. <strong>"If you need me, I'll be double checking the main hold and armoury to make sure everything is secure and accounted for."</strong><br><br>With helmet still in hand he stepped out of the controll room and into the lounge area, the ladder in the corner his destination. Slowly he ascended back into weightlessness, the transition leaving a weird tingling in his stomach for a minute or two. It was something he would get used to, Kiran figured. It didn't take him long to find a tablet device held against the wall with a simple but affective clip system near where the ladder came out of the floor. Letting go of his helmet for a moment, the steel head cover floating harmlessly beside him, Kiran used his hands to turn on the flat, electronic device. Accessing the ship's wireless system, he downloaded the list for the storage area and armoury <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> the latter being restricted to authorized military personnel, which included the captain, only. <br><br>With tablet in one hand and helmet in the other, the armoured soldier drifted through the large hold, going through items on the list slowly, one by one, double checking everything. Of course there was little to no chance there was actually anything missing, but it would keep him occupied for the next few hours and get his mind off Earth.<br><br><strong>"Let's see... Why don't we start with the food supply, then?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RipTide</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 03:51:55</strong>
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				Name: Kris Palmer (http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lutcsrQ9iG1qbhmlvo1_500.jpg)<br>Occupation: Technician<br>Location: Command Room<br>Tagged: Captain Turner, Open<br><br><hr><br>Frankly, Kris didn't want to sit there for a half an hour while their Captain babbled on about integrity, serving the future of humanity, exploring the frontier that was space, and whatever other spices you could throw in to the mix. They were all serious about their jobs, at least, she was, and she didn't intend to take the opportunity lightly, so the blonde was grateful that Captain Turner managed to keep it short. Besides the fact that if they weren't ready for the mission yet, they probably never would be. <br><br>At the sound of a rather loud and long exhale, however, Kris' eyes flickered to Andrew, her brows furrowing slightly. Okay, maybe he was smart, maybe he was the one who designed the ship, but they hadn't even been dismissed yet. Plus, it seemed the Captain clearly wasn't finished. Relaxing back into her chair yet again with a faint shake of her head, Kris turned her green eyes back to Turner. He seemed a bit thrown off by the interruption, but finished strong. The announcement that the engines would be fired in just a few hours was enough to make that effervescent excitement bubble in her gut yet again. As she rose to her feet, however, Kris commenced a sync between the stasis monitors and her tablet so she'd be able to familiarize herself with the software when she had some free time. By the time that was finished, a few of the others had already cleared out, and tucking her tablet under her arm, she approached the Captain, who seemed to be beating himself up a bit. <br><br>"Captain Turner. I'm Kris Palmer, technician. I figured the sooner I introduced myself the better. I haven't met many of the others yet, but I'm sure that's inevitable." A soft smile curled across her pink-hued lips as she outstretched her hand towards him, giving a slight tilt of her head, a piece of her blonde bangs falling into her vision. She wasn't in much of a hurry to get back to her room. There would be ample time to unpack later. She was just excited to explore the ship.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mj2002</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 16:43:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/y2Fy6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Audrey Moore (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348767#msg7348767)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Technician<br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Solace</em> Dormitories<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Andrew Clark<br><hr><br>Audrey slowly slid into the small room and knelt down at one of Andrew's suitcases. There were a few little gadgets that she didn't immediately recognize. She dare not touch them though, not without his say so anyway. "<strong>What are these, Andrew?</strong>", she asked. Audrey herself had a great interest in all thing technology, especially when it came to handheld devices. If these were some kind of nice prototypes of one's she hadn't seen before, she would count herself a very lucky girl, assuming Andrew would let her have at them of course. <br><br>She realized she had actually offered him to help with his room though, not play around with gadgets herself. She stood up again and looked at the belongings that Andrew had taken with him. After making up his bed and placing his pillow, she checked back on Andrew. "<strong>So, what do you think of all this so far? The crew seems like a very nice collection of people. I'm sure we'll be able to accomplish our mission with this team!</strong>"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 20:35:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://shechive.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/a-hot-glasses-4.jpg?w=500&amp;h=375)</div></div></div> <strong>Name:</strong> Andrew Clark<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Technician<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bedroom<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Audrey<br><hr><br>Andrew noticed her noticing the gadgets and a smile danced across his face.&nbsp; <strong>"These are my most prized creations.&nbsp; One of a kind inventions that I didn't feel like sharing with the world.&nbsp; Of course, they aren't just loaded with sentimental value....this one detects the faintest radiation and converts it into fuel. This one makes the perfect toast every time....real x-ray specs....this one can recognize any song based on a few notes....these earphones go with this headset and can translate any language into English.&nbsp; I couldn't quite figure out how to..."</strong>&nbsp; Andrew caught himself ranting, he did that quite a bit.&nbsp; He stared at the floor and felt his face burning.&nbsp; He perked his head up at her next question.&nbsp; <strong>"Well, I haven't met many of the other crew members yet, but they all seem rather competent in their fields.&nbsp; Some more than others." He flashed her a quick smile.&nbsp; Her positive attitude was contagious.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Driftwood (Roleplay thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mj2002</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 09:52:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/y2Fy6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Audrey Moore (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348767#msg7348767)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Technician<br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Solace</em> Dormitories<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Andrew Clark<br><hr><br>Audrey looked over the gadgets carefully, having to restrain herself from touching any of them. She inspected them from all angles and it made her look like a child who just got a new set of toys for Christmas but wasn't allowed to touch them yet. She realized that she must come across as a little awkward so she stood up again after a moment, with her ever so happy smile facing him. "<strong>It looks like you're a real genius, Andrew!</strong>", she complimented him. Perhaps if she was nice enough during their travel, he'd let her play around with them.<br><br>"<strong>The short speech by the Captain was a bit awkward, but I suppose everyone needs their time to get used to the new environment. We're going to be here for quite some time after all. It should be fun! Do you need me to help you any further with your room?"</strong>, she asked, offering him her help.
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