Doomtown Reloaded: Collegium (IC Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Doomtown Reloaded: Collegium (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciosa</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 09:18:20</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/Reloadedbanner.png)</div><hr><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Collegium</span></strong></div><br><div align="center">This thread is reserved for roleplaying that takes place on the Collegium's mesa.&nbsp; Note that the Collegium is on a separate Mesa from the main town of Gomorra, and connected by a retractable mechanical bridge.&nbsp; Please use the Tagging Header listed below.</div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Doomtown Tagging Header</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[hr]<br>[floatleft][IMG height=200 padding=8]&lt;Link to your character's picture&gt;[/IMG][/floatleft] <br>[b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]Faction:[/b] (Unknown, or the associated faction rank.&nbsp; If faction rank is less than three, it is not required to note.)<br>[b]Date:[/b]<br>[b]Time of Day:[/b] (morning, noon, afternoon.&nbsp; Please avoid precise timing.)<br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[b]Tagged:[/b] <br>[hr] </code></pre></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Collegium Locations</div><div class="spoiler_body">[WIP]<br><br>Please note that locations in italics are not yet in game.&nbsp; Location that are struck through are not openly accessible.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown Reloaded: Collegium (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciosa</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 22:29:41</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/Reloadedbanner.png)</div><br>All posts after this juncture are part of Doomtown Reloaded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown Reloaded: Collegium (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>10-05-2014, 08:41:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk59/Untamed_skies/a915645b-eba1-44f8-b115-c8cce413b953_zps2d4c41fe.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Reid Lawson<br><strong>Faction:</strong> None as of yet<br><strong>Date:</strong> May 13th,<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Collegium<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> ???<br><br><br>Reid wasn't sure what to make of the letter he'd gotten. It seemed pretty straight forward and yet he found himself feeling suspicious. He wasn't sure he liked that suspicion he was feelin' either. Meant he might be jaded. The weren't no way to go living. Still the letter not only was offerin' him work, but education. Of course there was probably more too it then just what was being offered. Reid wasn't ignorant of his size or strength, he'd been a rancher and had been hired for protection a couple times. Then again what had caught their eye was in fact him avoiding getting into a brawl. That suggested they wanted him for somethin' else. With a long term job offer, some education, and what he could only assume might be a more steady place to live&nbsp; then in a tent in the wilderness he realy didn't have much a choice but to go on and investigate what was being offered to him. If they knew his name, and knew his brother and were still willing to take a chance on him, Reid didn't have much a good reason at all not to go and see what it was all about. <br><br>So he'd make sure he was where he needed to be, and seeing as he'd never been there before he made sure he left so he'd get there a hour early. Never knew what surprises might be waitin' for ya when you made your way anywhere and the possibility Reid had was going to get a good deal made him want to play it extra safe. He'd been asked to arrive promptly at 10:00 am, so he was going to arrive promptly at 9:00 instead. That way he could get a fix and a feel for the place. See how he felt about it, what his gut was telling him to do. By all rights he might just jump at the offer if it was only offerin' steady work. That'd be more then he had at that moment. Weren't no reason to turn down a good thing far as he was concerned. So after takin' in the sights for a little while he'd make sure he was where he needed to be. When ten rolled around, Reid would be standing with his arms folded and face full of curiosity as to what was being offered. Already having a good feeling his answer was probably going to be yes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown Reloaded: Collegium (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciosa</strong> on <strong>17-05-2014, 00:44:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/a/aa/Susanfranklin.png/250px-Susanfranklin.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Susan Franklin<br><strong>Faction:</strong> Collegium (4)<br><strong>Date:</strong> May 13th, 1876<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Collegium<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Reid Lawson<br>Susan Franklin watched from her telescope as he approached - one of the myriad smaller telescopes scattered around the fringes of the observatory, pointed in every direction, not the larger construction of glass lenses and gears that let her gaze out into the stars.&nbsp; No, she watched the young ranch hand approach all the way from Soddom, trailing his way through the streets.&nbsp; It had been a habit to observe him, ever since she’d seen a fistfight starring the strapping Lawson, and when she’d seen him carefully navigate some sort of dispute that didn’t end in fisticuffs, she’ hurried below to tell Oswal of the young man she was sure would make a fine addition to the Collegium’s number - even if it was just to help lift and move heavy things in her immediate vicinity.&nbsp; <br><br>“May I conduct the interview?” she beamed, hopefully, and Oswald looked over at the grandfather clock in a corner of his office.&nbsp; <br><br>“Punctual,” he noted.&nbsp; “Actually, quite early.”&nbsp; He rose, impressed, and shook his head.&nbsp; “Ah, no, Susan.”&nbsp; His girlfriend had been quite… enamored of the young ranch hand, and while he didn’t doubt he might have his uses around the Collegium, he was also quite certain Susan would be grossly underselling some of the risks involved.<br><br>“Well, I’ll just see him up then.”&nbsp; She smiled broadly, adjusting her glasses and heading for the door, a bounce in the middle-aged woman’s step.&nbsp; She wound her way down staircases and then stepped onto a lift which descended with a hiss of steam, milling her through an entry foyer and towards the steel doors which enclosed the Collegium.&nbsp; A tap of buttons and a large chain began to retract and wind around a winch, drawing the steel doors upwards.&nbsp; <br><br>She stepped out onto the retracting bridge which connected the Collegium to the main mesa, and proffered a hand to shake enthusiastically.&nbsp; “Mr. Lawson, it’s a pleasure to meet you at last.&nbsp; Face to face, I mean.&nbsp; Not - “&nbsp; She blushed, even she pumped his hand up and down.&nbsp; “Well, not through any other medium, at least.&nbsp; It’s just very good to have you here, very excited to have you aboard, my you ARE strapping, aren’t you?&nbsp; Even bigger in person!”&nbsp; She reached out and squeezed his shoulder, smiling from ear to ear.&nbsp; “Well, you are early, but Oswald is still taking morning tea.&nbsp; Have you had anything to eat?&nbsp; Would you care for some tea?”&nbsp; She was already walking backwards towards the inside of the enormous metal fortress, leading the way into a foyer decorated with oil paintings and small contraptions with no discernible purpose - beyond sending one tiny sphere revolving around another, or the perpetual click-click-click of what seemed to be rows of endlessly falling sticks of ivory.&nbsp; The foyer seemed to be an endless chain reaction of unclear purpose - a weight falling from an overhead tube to set off a string of silver balls rolling through an angled maze, only to drop upon a wheeled contraption that zipped along the ground and smashed into a bell, which set crystal humming in harmony - it was dizzying, and she was leading her way past it to a lift.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oh, come along!&nbsp; Mind the electric coil, there, it’ll spark if you get too close.”&nbsp; She waited for him to join her, and then pressed the button of the lift, a cage of wire that she tugged closed and pulled a lever.&nbsp; The cage filled with the hiss of white steam, then began to ascend, clanking upwards on a metal rail like a upwardly mobile train car.&nbsp; “I’m so glad you’re considering our offer!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown Reloaded: Collegium (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>13-06-2014, 21:22:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk59/Untamed_skies/a915645b-eba1-44f8-b115-c8cce413b953_zps2d4c41fe.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Reid Lawson<br><strong>Faction:</strong> None as of yet<br><strong>Date:</strong> May 13th,<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Collegium<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> ???<br><br><br><br>The thing about letting your mind make up all sorts of different scenarios for any such way a situation might go, is that by the time you actually arrived and the going got going you were still terribly unprepared for it. His mind had decided there must be a whole host of folks gathering for the same type of job but as Reid looked around he found himself quite surprised to discover there weren't a man in sight. It was quite a startling revelation to him when it fully dawned on him. Of course he was trying to imagine reasons why that might be and was failing miserably at that was well. Finally he ended up accepting the fact that he really didn't know anything of what he was expecting cause he wasn't told what he'd really be expecting in the letter. Just that he had impressed some folks, who were looking to give him work, and he reminded himself. It was the work part, was the reason he was there himself.<br><br>When the girl came up to him, Reid's inability to get a good feel for the situation didn't improve for the better. She was friendly enough, if not a little over friendly. Reid would shake her hand nodding with as polite a expression as he could muster. She wasn't going so fast he couldn't keep up, but it seemed to him perhaps she had been preparing the greeting enough times she had forgotten they hadn't actually met yet. "Pleasure's all mine uh....ma'am," he said having no name to call her by. Unless it was on the note.....Had he not read the note proper? That'd have been a damn shame. He'd roll with it all the same as she continued on, he wasn't sure how to respond to being called strapping but he'd nod his head. "Uh Thank you," he said. Despite his surprise he made a quick note to remember the name Oswald. As that was probably someone important who's name he ought to go about remembering. Shaking his head quickly as she asked him if he wanted tea or breakfast. "Ooh no thanks ma'am, I wouldn't want to be a bother," he said. Lookin' to keep his most polite and best foot forward. He felt it couldn't be a incredibly good impression to show up terribly early then go askin' for food. <br><br>He'd glance aroundt he setting with the same interested look he had been wearing since he got there. He couldn't begin to guess what all the....what he was assumin' must be equipment must be for. He figured just as easily it was brainy stuff. Either he'd learn about it, he'd forget about, or he just wouldn't get it. He'd continue to follow along to their destination. Dodging everything as best he could. He couldn't tell you what a electric coil was, but electric usually meant not touch friendly. His eyes keeping up with steam and the different compartments coming to life. Maybe his imagination wasn't so far off after all? He'd be taken from his thoughts and turn to the girl. "Ooh, thank you," he said. "I sounds like a very generous offer, I'm still wondering if you're sure you got the right man," he said glancing around. He after all could read sure, which was more then a lot of folks could say for themselves. Still he weren't no professor either. It seemed like the kinda place a farmer wouldn't be much a use for. Cept for carryin' stuff, and the offer on the letter was pretty generous for a heavy lifter. Least so far as Reid could tell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown Reloaded: Collegium (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciosa</strong> on <strong>28-06-2014, 21:57:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/a/aa/Susanfranklin.png/250px-Susanfranklin.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Susan Franklin<br><strong>Faction:</strong> Collegium (4)<br><strong>Date:</strong> May 13th, 1876<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Collegium<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Reid Lawson<br>When he said the pleasure was all his, and called her ‘ma’am,’ she swooped back, clasping his hand with both of hers and giving his another excited pump, her fingers flitting briefly over calloused fingers that made her smile wide.&nbsp; “Oh no, it’s really <em>all</em> mine, Mr. Lawson.&nbsp; Dr. Franklin.&nbsp; Dr. Susan Franklin.&nbsp; It’s so lovely to meet you.”&nbsp; Her smile brightened when he thanked her for the compliment, and then she was flitting off at a rapid gait towards the entry to the Collegium’s wonders.&nbsp; “Oh, it’s no bother at all!” she assured.&nbsp; “I think Dr. Hardinger will be taking morning tea and something to eat - you know, Dr. Perriwinkle has been tinkering with his omelette-o-matic all night last night, and we’ve all agreed to give it another test run - he promised he’s re-calibrated the delivery system, so we shouldn’t have any more unfortunate incidents with flying chicken ovum.”&nbsp; She grinned broadly.&nbsp; “But Dr. Perriwinkle had <em>quite</em> the egg on his face last time.”&nbsp; She gave a giggle that became a snort as her shoulders shook, and then flushed and looked away as the lift rose through the Collegium’s mechanical innards.<br><br>“Oh, I don’t think we’ve made a mistake,” she said, a touch solicitously.&nbsp; “It’s just with all the troubles lately, we’re looking to have a … few level-headed sorts around that won’t always have their noses in a book or their heads down in an experiment.”&nbsp; She smiled and reached over to squeeze his bicep - reassuringly, of course.&nbsp; “We know you’re not a scientist - but we’re happy to offer all manner of instruction in any science that intrigues you.&nbsp; The position is sort of a … a field assistant.&nbsp; There’s stringent regulations on what sort of devices can be tested here on the mesa.&nbsp; We’ve already rebuilt twice, and Hardinger doesn’t care to do it a third time.&nbsp; And with troubles with Indians and chinamen and bandits and god knows what else - someone looking over our shoulder when we’re out in the field…”&nbsp; She paused, and wrinkled her nose.&nbsp; “I should really let Oswald explain.”<br><br>The lift came to a stop, after flashing past metal corridors, doorways, large metal arches and the occasional hissing, steaming pipe.&nbsp; Susan lifted the wire-wrought gate of the lift, the gate chattering as it slid upwards, and then stepped out into the office at the top floor.&nbsp; It was covered with chalk boards on every wall, filled with complex equations, and piles of rolled parchments made a battlefield of careful crossing.&nbsp; Small machines clicked and whirred, and as Dr. Franklin threaded her way through the stacks of rolled paper, a metal kettle began to his and whine near her.&nbsp; She hefted it off the pipe it sat up, a small gout of steam going up from the pipe, and then she rounded a bookshelf with the kettle in hand.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/6/6f/Oswald.png/250px-Oswald.png)</div>“Dr. Hardinger, may I present Reid Lawson.&nbsp; Mr. Lawson, Dr. Oswald Hardinger.”&nbsp; <br><br>Hardinger was half-dressed for the day - a top hat and coat had been draped over a large chair pulled up to a expansive desk, and an enormous schematic was unrolled upon the desk.&nbsp; The airship on the schematic looked identical to the <em>Trailblazer</em> that had departed a few days ago, and Dr. Hardinger blinked and smiled, coming around the desk.&nbsp; He and Dr. Franklin exchanged quick pecks on the cheek.&nbsp; “Thank you, Susan.”&nbsp; He glanced down, and took the steaming kettle.&nbsp; “Oh, thank you.”&nbsp; He set it carefully upon the edge of the desk, and opened a desk drawer to retrieve mugs and a wooden tea set.<br><br>“Mr. Lawson,” he smiled.&nbsp; “Have a seat - “&nbsp; He blinked, to see his chairs had apparently been covered by rolled parchements as well, and moved around the desk to lift a stack of them and deposit them atop the bookshelf, where half a dozen rolled and bounced off onto the ground.<br><br>“Have a seat,” he said again with a smile.&nbsp; “Tea?”
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