Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

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Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby Mighty Jalapeno » Fri Nov 16, 2007 6:12 pm UTC

Ok, listen up, you maggots, because I'm not doing this twice!

...

Well, I am doing it twice. Ok, I'm not doing it three times!

Anywhere USA is a free-form PBEM game that I used to be involved in, and it was perhaps tied for the greatest writing game I've ever been in. (Since someone WILL ask, PBEM = Play By E-Mail, but the term applies to message boards such as this thing here).

HOW IT WORKS You portray a character in the game (characters for THIS game are special, I will get to them later). You speak in the third person, so that anyone reading your post will know exactly who is doing what. Each post will be your actions for however long an amount of time you think it needs, be it one second or ten minutes. You do NOT control other characters, you do NOT speak for other characters. You can control NPCs (non-player characters), such as bystanders or whatever, and another player can control those same NPCs in their post, provided they don't do anything contradictory. Use good judgement, people.

Now, for THIS game, the characters are a little special. Let me explain... no, there is too much. Let me sum up. For some reason or another (don't worry, it's the plot of the game, I just can't tell you yet!), people from various dimensions have been pulled from their normal lives, and into this quaint midwestern circa 1950's American town. It is a quaint, DESERTED town. Spooky, no? Let us go on!

The characters you will be portraying have already been created, and you'll have to pick one to play (I can hear it now, booo, hisss, booo). What characters can you choose from you, ask? Simple.

ANY characters.

Characters from television, characters from movies, characters from books, characters from cartoons, characters from comics (I have NO doubt someone will pick Black Hat Man). Any character from the history of entertainment. In the game I was in, we had Dr Who, Ellen Ripley, James Bond, Scotty, Hellboy, Samurai Jack (me), Smallville Clark Kent (red kryptonite, eventually!), and a few others I can't presently recall. It was an utter, absolute hoot, right up until a petty argument shed half the characters, and the game shut down (morons). In the second, very brief incarnation of the game, we had Mr Fantastic, and I was The Maxx (I might be him again, I don't know) and a porn star. It was awesome.

The second beauty of this game on this board is, YOU CAN JOIN IN ANYTIME YOU WANT! New characters are totally free to be pulled through a portals and into the game on page 1 of the thread, or page 10, or page 100. By all means, if you find this thread and want to join in, JOIN IN!

I will steer the plot, should the opportunity arrive.

Also, I should state that there is very, very little combat in this game, except for combat driven by the characters. In the first version, Hellboy and Clark Kent were duking it out, and then in a bad mood because he lost, Hellboy attacked Samurai Jack (then they became friends). Meanwhile in the Tardis, James Bond was working with the Daleks to capture Dr Who in exchange for his freedom, but it didn't work because Scotty had taken vital parts of the Tardis apart.

Some points from the previous game:

1.) Having your character hide and do nothing is not contributing a whole heck of a lot.

2.) Having the whole group meet up at once makes it very hard to get any sort of one-on-one roleplaying going on. During the several weeks my game was going on, the whole group STILL had not met up. By all means, start somewhere by yourself, but along the same vein, if there are already people by themselves, please try to start near one of them.

3.) If you're going to join, please post more than one sentence.

4.) If you're going to join, please know how to write.

5.) This is not vital, but please physically describe your character. ???? from Nethack isn't particularly helpful when it comes to first impressions. Since nearly all characters are from a pre-existing medium, it is almost assured that Google has a picture of them somewhere.

Okie dokie then. On the whole, I was impressed. A lot of people totally ran with it, and that was awesome. However, it sort of petered out, and I guess it was partly my fault, since I think some people were waiting for Sam and Dean to tell them what to do. With this game, you don't need me for that. There's only a few things I'll be twerking from a plot standpoint. If you want to walk into a grocery store and see someone hanging by a noose from a rafter? Go for it! Someone else can work out an explanation, and have fun with it. No LIVE people, please, or if you do find live people, please keep it to a dull roar, and try to control them properly.

Now, I still don't know what character I want to be, but here's the joining requirements.

Name:
Medium:
Timeline:
Equipment and skills, if any:


For example:

Name: Ellen Ripley
Medium: Film
Timeline: Just after Aliens
Equipment and skills, if any: Actually just in a shirt and underwear. She was pulled into the portal as she was getting into her cryosleep tube. Skilled fighter, machinist, manager.

OR:

Name: Jesus Christ
Medium: Literary Fiction
Timeline: After pulling the thorn from the lions paw.
Equipment and skills, if any: Clothing, and supernatural powers. Does not speak English.

List of other fun potential characters

Kenshiro
Kakarot
Robocop
Hamlet
Hiro Nakamura
Gabe and/or Tycho
Ang
Shaft
Ulysses
Huey Freeman
Huey, Duey and/or Luey
That Rapping Raptor
Oh, Shit, It's Dr Tran!
Spinal Tap

Now, we have some repeats from the previous game, which is cool. In order to help things go, I'm going to try to post at LEAST once a day, and if the game ends up with two major groups, I'll start a second character to keep an eye on everyone. Now for, though, I'm just going to have one char, and I'm 99% sure who it'll be.

Ok, let's kick this bitch back in!

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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby Zohar » Fri Nov 16, 2007 7:00 pm UTC

Name: R. Daneel Olivaw
Medium: Literary fiction
Timeline: A while after "Robots and Empire"
Equipment and skills: Human in appearance, he's actually a robot equipped with a positronic brain. He cannot be distinguished from live humans by appearance. He can control human minds to some degree (he didn't have full control of his powers at this time) and he can definitely tell when someone is lying. However, he is governed by the Three Laws of Robotics (including the Zeroth Law at this time). He is also especially vulnerable to electromagnetic radiation directed at his head. He knows English but to anyone not from his era it will sound like a very strange dialect.

Daneel appears in a small alley. He looks at his surroundings. He's face is expressionless but by the way he's looking everywhere you can tell he's curious about where he is. He walks out of the alley to a nearby street. He notices the lack of humans and proceeds to enter a local store, looking for newspapers, computers or other sources of information.

OOG: Jalapeno, can I just invent what he finds? Seems like you should tell me what he can see in the magazines, if it's anything out of the ordinary. Also, I guess we should keep the description for all our posts?
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby Mighty Jalapeno » Fri Nov 16, 2007 7:08 pm UTC

OOC: hmm, I didn't think people would start appearing yet. Right now we're just signing up characters. Yeah, have him look at the magazines, and I'll flesh out some details like that.

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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby Moo » Fri Nov 16, 2007 7:23 pm UTC

OOC:
Mighty Jalapeno wrote:OOC: hmm, I didn't think people would start appearing yet. Right now we're just signing up characters. Yeah, have him look at the magazines, and I'll flesh out some details like that.
Do you mean we're just doing the
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby Mighty Jalapeno » Fri Nov 16, 2007 7:28 pm UTC

Yup. Get players confirmed, people can decide who they want to be after seeing who else is up, etc. When we get 5 or 6 players we'll start appearing.

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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby Moo » Fri Nov 16, 2007 9:13 pm UTC

Ok, I'm in
Proverbs 9:7-8 wrote:Anyone who rebukes a mocker will get an insult in return. Anyone who corrects the wicked will get hurt. So don't bother correcting mockers; they will only hate you.
Hawknc wrote:FFT: I didn't realise Proverbs 9:7-8 was the first recorded instance of "haters gonna hate"

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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby xkcd_n00bz » Sat Nov 17, 2007 2:53 am UTC

Name: Conan The Barbarian
Medium: Documentary
Timeline: Just after Conan is done with his hitch at a gladiator, and loose on the world
Equipment and skills, if any: Sword and mad sword skills. Animal hide clothing. Dashing good looks.

Conan appears in a heavily wooded forest. It is late morning in spring. Rain is sifting through the canopy, covering everything in a refreshing dew, but eerily never collecting in puddles on the forest floor. Conan rests on a bed of ferns in the lee of a freshly downed tree. The only sounds are of the hushed rain drops on leaves, the occaisional song of a bird and a slow, methodical scrape as Conan sharpens his sword on a wetstone.

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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby Mighty Jalapeno » Sat Nov 17, 2007 3:38 am UTC

Ok, new points:

1.) Try to explain what you're doing BEFORE you're stolen from your home world.
2.) It's not raining.
3.) Read the posts before yours, especially ones I make, especially the one concerning "not starting yet".

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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby Raldios » Sat Nov 17, 2007 6:06 am UTC

Name: Rob Halford
Medium: Music
Timeline: July of 1991 After his leave from Judas Priest.
Equipment and skills, if any: Singing, Leather with Spikes.

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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby Zohar » Sat Nov 17, 2007 7:03 am UTC

OOC: I don't mind retracting my previous post (or, well, actions) if you want us to wait some more.
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby Mighty Jalapeno » Sat Nov 17, 2007 5:04 pm UTC

Well, we might just have to get this puppy rolling. I'll wait until tonight, and then post my character's entrance, and set you all up with it, and then the game is on!

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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby pollywog » Sat Nov 17, 2007 10:23 pm UTC

I'm in. I'll think of a character and set it up tonight.
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby The Sleeping Tyrant » Sun Nov 18, 2007 12:20 am UTC

Name: Urza Planeswalker
Medium: Lit. Fiction
Timeline: Before the Sylex blast, but after first tapping into mana.
Equipment and Skills, if any: Limited magical abilities and control. Uncanny ability to work with machines. Carrying the "mightstone" with which he may strengthen any mechanical device. Urza wears ornate robes. His face is covered in blood from a gash in his forehead.

He is torn from his world just as the final battle with his brother reaches the climax. He is watching his brother, Mishra, approach with his dragon engine. Mishra, having long since replaced most of his flesh with machinery, is attached to the engine by a series of tubes and coils. Urza is preparing himself to use the Sylex weapon, but in his surprise at being torn away, he drops the weapon.

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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby clockworkmonk » Sun Nov 18, 2007 2:05 am UTC

Name: Doc Eon, The Man of Many Tomorrows
Medium: PnP PRG setting
Timeline: just before he returned to the future
Equipment and Skills, if any: Lemurian Lightning Gun,Gas Bullets, Time Watch :Skills, Pulp Hero, Son of Ether, capable of using magic, good mad scientist.
(assuming rather ill-defined characters from the background story for Mage: the Ascension are allowed.)
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby Mighty Jalapeno » Sun Nov 18, 2007 5:58 am UTC

I have no idea what a Doc Eon is. Do you have any info on him?

EDIT: Sounds fun! Never heard of that game before.
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby clockworkmonk » Sun Nov 18, 2007 6:10 am UTC

he's a character mentioned throughout various Mage: The Ascension Source books. He's a scientist pulp hero. Using his knowledge, access to strange magical tools, and his own inventions to fight monsters, Nazis, and many other foes, all without ever killing anyone. So he is a person. his descriptor being the Man Of Many Tomorrows, for he is from the future.

one adventure included fighting Nazis at the edge to the entrance to the hollow earth, with his foe falling in.
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby saxything43 » Sun Nov 18, 2007 6:40 am UTC

Name: Lyra Silvertongue
Medium: Literary fiction, and soon to be newly commercialized and probably awful movie
Timeline: (God has it really been that long since I read these books?) After meeting Will and getting the Subtle Knife reforged etc., after Iorek is reinstated as King/leader of the bears, before getting kidnapped by Mrs. Coulter (if that is possible? God it has been SO long since i read that series...)
Equipment: Not unusual clothing, an alethiometer(truth-diving device), and her daemon Pantalaimon. Skills: using the alethiometer, also an outstanding liar.

If someone wants to give me a slightly better idea of where Lyra should be in the timeline, I would not mind. She should be able to use the alethiometer to its fullest capacity, and should know that Will has the knife and Iorek is king also. If Iorek is made king in The Amber Spyglass(i'm pretty sure it was before that) then please, correct me.

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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby podbaydoor » Sun Nov 18, 2007 7:13 am UTC

Because I am lazy and can't think of another character at the moment:

Name: Peter Pevensie
Medium: Books/movies
Timeline: 23-25ish years old during the Golden Age of Narnia
Equipment and skills, if any: Mail armor, sword, shield, skillz to use all of these. A few years of experience ruling a kingdom. Random pouch of rations (dwarf bread), as he was in the middle of a long-term campaign pushing the giants of Ettinsmoor back from the border of Narnia - I'm thinking some time before the events of Horse and his Boy but enough time after LW&W that he has learned swordsmanship, etc.

Also, plz may we decide on past-tense or present-tense and plz may we stick with whichever we choose this time? It bothered me a lot last time when some people would write past and others would write present.
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby wing » Sun Nov 18, 2007 8:15 am UTC

Name: Richard Stallman (xkcd Edition)
Medium: Hacker lore, webcomics, and supposedly real life!?
Timeline: Well, he has katanas and an airship. And a huge beard.
Equipment and skills, if any: Uh. Katanas. Airship piloting skills. The ability to invent uselessly crap coding styles. The ability to build a userland application suite with no kernel to run it in, and then complain when someone adopts it to run on top of their own kernel. And he knows emacs.
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby Moo » Sun Nov 18, 2007 9:55 am UTC

Name: Kathryn Janeway
Medium: Television (Star Trek Voyager. I'm not a Trekkie, promise!)
Timeline: 24th Century; during ye olde Delta Quadrant hooha.
Equipment and skills: Phasor weapon and tricorder; comm unit; advanced scientific and engineering education; basic combat skills; strong leadership skills; pain in the ass attitude.

edit: added picture link
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby wing » Mon Nov 19, 2007 4:07 am UTC

xkcd_n00bz wrote:Name: Conan The Barbarian
Medium: Documentary
Timeline: Just after Conan is done with his hitch at a gladiator, and loose on the world
Equipment and skills, if any: Sword and mad sword skills. Animal hide clothing. Dashing good looks.


You forgot "Hearing the lamentations of their women" under his skills.
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby pollywog » Mon Nov 19, 2007 5:37 am UTC

Name: The soldier
Medium: Fairy tale. The Tinder Box, by Han Christian Andersen.
Timeline: Just before he gets arrested.
Equipment and skills, if any: Mail shirt, tunic, sword, magic tinderbox. Sword skills.

Wiki article.
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby Mighty Jalapeno » Mon Nov 19, 2007 5:41 am UTC

I might have to include a rule about "no obscure literary characters that don't have pictures" in the future...

FP:

Interlude I
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To a small slice of the human continuum, this place might have been home. The streets were wide, paved with dark, unmarked asphalt. There were ruler-straight sidewalks bordering carefully manicured lawns, framed in turn with white picket fences that surrounded quaint homes like necklaces adorning comfortably aged matronly women. Downtown could be considered contemporary by some, retro by others. Plate glass windows were festooned with colorful posters advertising mens hats and soda floats. The sun was shining in a cloudless azure sky, and a gentle breeze wafted through the utterly perfect silence of the little town.

And perfect it was. No birds twittered, no cars purred, no dogs barked... not so much as a hinge squeaked anywhere. The town was pristine, preserved, timeless. It would not be possible to tell if this condition was new, or if the town had existed in such immaculate preservation since the beginning of time, or longer still.

In this moment, however, there was motion. A figure in black moved slowly but surely down the main street, the perpetual noontime sun beating down on his hooded countenance and pooling his shadow at his feet. He was not rushed in his stride, and walked as if he had all the time in the world. Past storefronts and parked driverless cars, through intersections and crosswalks, and under streetlights that had never known illumination, he walked.

With the gentle click of a lock sliding into place, the timelessness was broken. The figure vanished into a doorway, closing the door behind him, and almost imperceptibly, the sub above began to move. The breeze, formerly constant, now waxed and waned. There were no sounds of life, animal or otherwise, but the strangely timeless location had been itself brought to life. It's purpose, if it had one, was beginning to be fulfilled.

Had anyone been around to hear it, they might have heard a faint chuckle echo through the wide, clean alleys, into the streets, and up into the sky.




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Introduction - The Maxx
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NOTE: This takes place after Issue #11, and before Issue #12. Unfortunately, Viacom has copyrighted everything anyone's ever made so I can't link you to YouTube to see that issue, so I guess you'll have to figure out The Maxx as we go along here. Also, for those who have never seen the cartoon, the voice actor was the same guy who did the Warrior from the first Diablo.

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In a moment, it was over. Julie's beat-up station wagon had managed to backfire it's way up to the speed limit, and three blocks down, it turned right, and out of Maxx's sight. He stood there long after the sound of the beat-up engine had faded, long after he stopped being able to smell the exhaust, and long after anyone in the area stopped paying attention to the purple-clad homeless man in the funny mask.

He could feel her tiny hands on his massive shoulders, feel her tears against his costumed skin, and the red lines her nails had dug in his flesh when the hug turned angry. He would feel them for as long as he lived, and he was beginning to realize that was all that was left of their friendship. With Julie, he was the Maxx... her protector in this world, and her loyal guardian in the other. He didn't know if he would still wake up in the Outback or not, with Julie leaving her life behind and moving accross the county. He didn't know if anything that he knew would ever be true again.

Sarah had walked off before Julie even reached the end of the block. Eventually, hours passed, and Maxx realized he was alone. With a shuddering sigh from his barrel chest, his posture slumped so hard that his knuckles truly did drag on the ground, he turned, and walked down the long, narrow alley, back to his box. Inside was the warmth and comfort of home, but for some reason, he couldn't feel them anymore.

"Julie took that, too," he grumbled. He wrapped his arms around his body, the tips of his claws resting against the back of his neck. Each breath caused the box around him to flex and sag. If it rained, he knew it wouldn't hold back the water anymore. Whatever had made it a home was gone. Now it was just a box.

"Julie." It was more of a whimper now... a deep, sad, baritone whimper. His white eyes closed, and he was asleep.

Time passed. Dreamless time. Solitude.

For the first time, he woke up with the sunshine in his eyes. The sun never shon in his alley... it faced the wrong way, and the buildings were too high. Why was there sunshine in his eyes?

One eye cracked, and he looked out into what was most definitely not his alley. For several long minutes, he stared with one baleful eye, willing whatever Hell his box had moved to to disperse. It did not, and with a shuddering sigh, his damp box disintegrated around him.

He lay on his side, unsheltered, arms wrapped around his body, claws against the back of his neck, one eye open and staring at an unfamiliar, sunny, low-buildinged alley.

"Shit."

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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby podbaydoor » Mon Nov 19, 2007 9:02 am UTC

Even years after the death of the White Witch, remnants of her minions were still dug into the dark holes of Narnia and its outlying lands. Aslan's army destroyed a great many of them in the great battle, yet King Peter and his siblings still received reports of a Hag here, a Werewolf there, a group of Trees plotting rebellion, and it was in those years that the four were battle-tested repeatedly, honing their skill until it was as if they had been taught from the cradle. The greatest danger came from those with knowledge of magic, who knew the right symbols and how to conjure the blue fire, how to call back their White Lady. For, as everyone knows, witches never really go away.

Of course, sometimes there were no dark designs and occult conspiracies and you just had to call an invading army an invading army. But by the Lion's mane, did it have to be giants again?

Alone in his tent, Peter dropped his head into his hands with a sigh. The flimsy wooden table he'd rested his elbows on creaked and wobbled, dislodging one of the daggers acting as a paperweight for the maps the Marsh-wiggles had provided. Orrin the centaur and Physaeus the griffin - general and second-in-command, respectively - had stepped out mere moments before, bowing and grim-faced as they set out to oversee preparations for the strategy they'd hammered out over the course of the three days the army had been entrenched in their current position on Narnia's northern border. Fending off yet another invasion from Ettinsmoor.

Absentmindedly, Peter reached down and retrieved the errant dagger, flicking off the dried mud spots on the blade with annoyed force. He liked rain well enough, but not when it came down in for days on end, never lightening up further than an infernal drizzle, and causing the wet and mud to creep into everything. Heading into Day 17 of steady buckets, he'd given up on cleanliness altogether, as had everyone else, and now tramped around head to toe in grass and mud, as did everyone else. Irritation sucked any amusement out of the thought that he probably looked more like a drowned rat than the Talking Mice contingent did.

"Where is Peter? I must speak to him! Peter!"

Commotion erupted - the dagger dropped unheeded onto the map, nicking the smooth ink line of the River Shribble, as Peter rose to his feet, stunned by the clear voice rising above other agitated voices all coming closer to his tent.

"Lucy!? What--" He pushed through the tent flap, already half intent on giving a good scolding to Her Royal Majesty, his little sister, for recklessly endangering herself - they were past the River Shribble and technically in enemy territory - but came to a crashing halt. He flung a hand up to shield his eyes from the sudden bright light and clutched his sword reflexively.

Everything - the mud, the rain clouds, the mud-spattered tents, the muddy soldiers, the bleak moor horizon - was gone. He stood in the middle of an empty street populated with structures he had not seen the like of in years and years - "J. Rosenberg's Drugstore" emblazoned the storefront in his immediate range of vision. Peter struggled to remember the name of the material the street itself was made of, but recognized it from the dim memories of similar streets he still possessed - from that other place.

Moreover, the town seemed to be absolutely deserted. The jingling of his armor as he shifted apprehensively echoed unnaturally loudly. A barbershop sign creaked in the soft breeze.

"L-Lucy?"
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby clockworkmonk » Mon Nov 19, 2007 7:34 pm UTC

And so, Doc Eon's adventures come to a close. With the end of the second world war, he decides to return home to his own time.
He builds his machine, gathers his friends. "As you can see, I have built a portal to the future. The machine that supports it will break once I go through.The time has come for me to leave, but fear not! For we shall one day meet again, but now, its Time for Adventure!" and with this, he steps through, and finds himself in an unfamiliar place. Looking around, he sees houses of an unusual build, all frighteningly alike.
"I must have miscalculated the required amount of Aether, altering the calibrations of the temporal compressor, which would have sent me to the wrong time. So the question is, When am I?"
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Postby The Sleeping Tyrant » Tue Nov 20, 2007 2:46 am UTC

"Go. Find some hole and hide. Don't come out," he brusquely told Tawnos. He both saw his old friend's face and did not see it; instead, he looked past and through him. His connection to the mana was growing and he could feel his powers swell, alongside his rage.

He wanted to blast the continent clean, and with the Sylex he knew he could. He knew the instant he held it that it would obliterate all traces of the sins they had perpetrated on the lands and peoples of the world. He need only speak the word and the world would end, only to be reborn, free of him. Free of his kind. It would be a world that curses his name, he was sure, but better hating all artifacts than again starting the war that had brought him here.

Tawnos left, understanding Urza's intentions. He ran and ran until he was lost amongst the commotion down on the battlefield, the phalanxes of machines tearing themselves and each other apart. An ornithopter flew low overhead, one of its wings on fire. Urza frowned, remembering the first ornithopter he had assembled, long ago at Tocasia's desert camp, and that terrible flight that had brought him and Mishra to Koilos.

Mishra was approaching now. Tattered flesh and cloth, charred in Urza's first magical outburst, hung from his metallic frame, from which coils, tubes, and wires extruded. He rode upon his monstrous dragon engine, attached to it as if they were one and the same entity. His mechanical jaw worked as he bellowed curses and deprecations. One of Urza's clockwork defenders stepped into the engine's way and was torn asunder beneath its churning treads. Mishra, why have you defiled yourself so? Was defeating me worth your humanity, worth damning yourself to that Phyrexian hell? Urza thought, tormented by his brother's visage.

It was time, he decided. Time to wipe clean the world and start anew. He drew into himself the mana of the shattered and dying continent. He drew deeply of the Forests of Argoth, of the Islands and Coasts of Terisiare, of the vast Deserts where the conflict had begun. He drew it all in and spoke the word. From the Sylex came a great flash of white, and with that he fainted.

Urza awoke laying on the ground, Sylex no longer in his hands. He could hear no sounds of battle, no cries of men and machine. It is over, he thought, eyes not yet open. He was afraid to see the barren wastes he knew would surround him. He waited a long moment in this peace. The moment stretched longer and longer as the sun beat upon his eyelids, yet still he merely lay. Questions of cause, effect, and guilt plagued his mind. Had he brought Mishra down this path? Was it he who caused this corruption?

It wasn't until twilight came that he opened his eyes. What he saw before him both befuddled and amazed him. No wasteland, no death. He stood facing a short brick building, with unfamiliar glyphs across a sign, hanging over the entrance. It was a wholly more modern building than ever he had seen before. The setting sun cast rays that reflected off the glass storefront, paining his eyes. Confused questions replaced the moral quandaries that had been eating at his mind.

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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby podbaydoor » Tue Nov 20, 2007 5:36 am UTC

Peter wandered for the better part of the day, eating only a few mouthfuls of dwarf bread and a sip from his water skin when hunger and thirst overtook him, for he didn't dare enter any of the familiar-yet-not-familiar buildings or touch any surface more than necessary. Perhaps it had been a plague that had caused all the inhabitants to disappear.

Or witchery, more like. There were no bodies, nor even signs of violent struggle. (At least, not outside.)

At twilight, he found himself returning to what appeared to be the main hub of the town, a long street running straight down the center and lined with stores, where he had first...appeared. The air had cooled, bringing relief to him and his armor. Under his arm he carried a newspaper that he had nearly shredded earlier with his sword as a strong breeze had blown it at his head. The date read May 16, 1952, which explained the dissonance between the appearances of the buildings and the memories he carried of the place outside of Narnia.

He wondered if the war was over. If this was even the same world he had belonged to before Narnia - for one, it looked American. The newspaper, "The Town-Ledger," had been no help - there were no identifying city or country names, and the the actual articles turned out to be gibberish vaguely reminiscent of Latin. (What did lorem ipsum mean?)

Peter paused and put a hand on his sword, though he did not draw it. There was a living person after all, someone standing in the middle of the street. It was growing too dark for him to quite make out the person's clothes or demeanor. He approached slowly, stepping as quietly as chain mail would allow.

"Hail, stranger."
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby Zohar » Tue Nov 20, 2007 4:58 pm UTC

Daneel kept to the main streets, going into various stores, absorbing the local culture and dialect of English. He didn't have much trouble understanding the words but he was confused as to how he arrived to this place. The last thing in his memory banks before appearing here was the jump to Aurora, but he didn't appear with his ship.

The air composition, the newspapers, the stars, all told him this was Earth. However, everything was subtly different - more polluted air, open cities, a strange way of writing and the celestial bodies were all slightly misalligned, from what he recalled. Also, he couldn't sense many humans around, which was surprising considering the amount of buildings in this city.

Then he noticed a mind very close to him. Startled at not having discovered it sooner, he stopped where he was and looked around him, trying to find the body to which it belonged. Finally, he saw him - it was obviously a man, somewhere in his twenties. It took him a fraction of a second to see something very strange about him. The figure was wearing a sort of ringed shirt which looked fairly heavy and glistened like metal in the street lights. He had a bag on his back and a belt around him, on it was mounted a very long knife, more than a meter long.

Regardless of what he looked like he was still human and Daneel was still governed by the three laws (and the relatively new Zeroth law).

It was obvious to Daneel that the other man noticed him - he stopped in mid street and put a cautious hand on his sword. Daneel could sense the man's tension. Then he turned to him and spoke with an unusual accent:

"Hello stranger," the man said.

Daneel spread his arms to his sides in what he hoped would be understood to be a gesture of good will.

"Greetings. I am R. Daneel Olivaw. Do you know where I am?"
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby Moo » Tue Nov 20, 2007 5:52 pm UTC

Well, that had been a waste of time.

“Janeway to away team. There is nothing down here. Our scanners must be malfunctioning, or there is some interference we cannot detect; but there is no wreck in this crater”.
With Seven Of Nine in sick bay, she had looked forward to the brief descent back into the role of Science Officer for a change to explore the crashed vessel their sensors had picked up. However, it was obviously not meant to be.
The reply crackled and hissed back, “Acknowledged Captain. One to beam back to the Flyer?”
“Ready when you are, Mr Tuvok”.

Just before the warm sensation of dematerialization overtook her, Kathryn thought she had heard a sound in the stillness of the dead planet; it had almost sounded like laughter, but she dismissed it as an effect of the transporter. However, what she saw around her now was more than the aftermath of an energy transfer. Unless she had transported to one of the holo-decks, she was not in the Delta Quadrant anymore.

“Janeway to the Delta Flyer”.
...
"Janeway to Voyager. Please respond!”

Well, her comm unit didn't work; not that she had really expected it to. If this was another one of Q's games she would find a way to strangle him if it was the last thing she did...

Looking around her, she wished she had Tom Paris with her. It certainly looked like Earth, but she didn’t have his interest in Earth’s popular culture history and she was at a complete loss to guess a time period more accurate then “pre-warp”.

It would have been an idyllic setting, if it was not so unnerving. She found herself in a beautifully kept suburban street, with antique style houses and gardens of the type that were kept before urban sprawl had eradicated the custom. Dusk was gently descending and the smell of jasmine drifted on a hint of a breeze.

Although she appeared to be alone, she kept her eyes and her ears peeled (and her phasor on “stun”) as she took a few cautious steps towards one of the houses.
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby podbaydoor » Tue Nov 20, 2007 7:01 pm UTC

public static void forMyOwnReference(BBcode url) {
Peter in armor;
R. Daneel Olivaw;
Urza;
The Maxx O_o;
Kathryn Janeway;
}

Zohar wrote:Daneel spread his arms to his sides in what he hoped would be understood to be a gesture of good will.

"Greetings. I am R. Daneel Olivaw. Do you know where I am?"


Ah. Not an inhabitant, then. Still, he might be a native to the world, if not the town, and seemed to be at pains to present himself non-threateningly. Strange accent, though - he did not recall the few Americans he'd met speaking with such an accent.

"I'm afraid I am as lost as you are, if not more," Peter replied to the stranger with a faint, wry, smile, though he continued to approach carefully. He had heard tales of witches and the like disguising themselves at the scene of their crimes, even pretending to be victims themselves. Years of learning to be a warrior had taught him to keep his guard up in potential combat situations.

Still, no reason to antagonize a potential ally, either. The man had given his name out of courtesy, so he would do the same. Peter gave name that he'd used before, traveling unknown through Calormen. "My name is Rav."
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby clockworkmonk » Tue Nov 20, 2007 7:31 pm UTC

(brief description. A man wearing black slacks and a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, with a 6-shooter on one hip, and what looks like a flintlock pistol on the other. Has a very large, unwieldy watch. Other than that, looks like a rather ordinary person.)

Realising that standing in the street will get him no where, he sets a course of action.
so he writes a mental checklist:
1. find out when I am
2. build time machine
3. Explore!!
4. go home

The quickest way to find out step one is to ask someone, so he heads to one of the houses and knocks on the door.
as he knocks it, the door swings open.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he steps inside.
seeing the TV, he gets very excited. He runs over and begins taking it apart.
"Perfect! With this I can begin building a new Aether collector! And with the extra parts, who knows?"
a loud pop can be heard as he breaks the tubes, and before long, smoke is billowing from the chimney, his list all but forgotten.
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby Zohar » Tue Nov 20, 2007 8:16 pm UTC

podbaydoor wrote:Still, no reason to antagonize a potential ally, either. The man had given his name out of courtesy, so he would do the same. Peter gave name that he'd used before, traveling unknown through Calormen. "My name is Rav."


Daneel smiled at Peter. He could see in "Rav's" mind that he was lying but there was no malice there, only caution. He decided to keep silent about his knowledge, figuring it won't do Peter any harm and it is safer for himself to be discrete. Still, though he knew Peter wasn't truthful, he didn't know what the actual truth was.

He got closer to Peter and decided that apart for his actual nature, he should disclose as much information as possible. He stopped just out of sword reach from Peter (even though it was apparent to Daneel his reflexes were better and he was certainly more powerful than Peter).

"I am not certain where this city is. I do not recognize the surroundings. From the photographs I saw in the newspapers, you are not dressed according to local custom and are a stranger here as well. I have seen no other persons but yourself. I..." he considered his words carefully. He shouldn't lie to the human. "...have a feeling... that there are more around us in this place. Did you meet anyone? How did you arrive? Where are you from?"
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby podbaydoor » Wed Nov 21, 2007 12:53 am UTC

Peter couldn't entirely keep his eyebrows from going up at Olivaw's direct-to-a-fault manner. If he was the villain disguised, then he was going about it in a counterintuitive way - appearing brisk and capable rather than helpless and trying to gain sympathy. (That, or he was simply a really bad actor.)

"No, I haven't seen anyone. But then, I haven't tried to enter any of the houses - I've been here since, oh, I'd say early afternoon." He waved a hand in a vague all-encompassing gesture, for the town had been small enough that he had walked around most of its perimeter during the day. "To tell you the truth, I've been waiting for a sign. Perhaps a messenger."

During his first inter-dimensional adventure, he and his siblings had been provided guidance fairly early on; Peter hoped that a similar path, or at least some kind - any kind - of indication would appear soon. He firmly put his rising worry about Lucy and the Narnians away into a small corner of his mind. Orrin was a more than capable general and Edmund was a more than capable king, and could keep things well in hand.
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Postby pollywog » Wed Nov 21, 2007 3:18 am UTC

The soldier sat alone in his room in the inn. The dog with the eyes as big as saucers had left a few minutes ago, carrying on its back the princess from the tower. He sat in an armchair, staring into the fire, wondering how he could convince the King to let him marry his daughter. Perhaps if he was rich enough? He could certainly do it, with the help of the magic tinderbox and the dogs. But he discarded the idea almost immediately. There were certainly richer men who had tried for her hand, and they had been rejected. He needed to be royal, to have blue blood, to command proper respect. As he thought of plans to win her marriage, he slowly dwindled into asleep.

A great commotion at the door of the inn woke him. His room was on the second floor, and to the left of the main entrance. A great thumping noise was carrying throughout the inn. He pushed open the green shutters to the sound of shouts in the street. The King! The Queen! They were out today, it seemed. But their soldiers were banging on the door of the inn. Strange. He watched the King and Queen ride down the cobbled street, then stop outside the inn. "Innkeeper! Open your doors! You are harbouring a criminal." He realised what was happening. The princess must have told her parents what he was doing. That he was taking her at night. He was betrayed!

He ran to the table and grabbed his mail shirt and sword. The tinderbox was next to the fire. One, two, three strikes, and the dog with eyes as big as the Round Tower of Copenhagen appeared.

"Take me away", he cried. "Away from these soldiers." The dog flung him onto its back, then leapt through the window and onto the cobblestones below. It charged down the street, flinging horses and soldiers aside, even the King. Through the crowds of people, past shops, houses, taverns and stalls, right out of the town and into the countryside. The soldier clung to its back the whole way. The dog finally came to a stop in field with a small stream running along one edge. The soldier fell off, and thanked the dog for saving his life. The dog replied with courtesy and left.

The soldier struggled to his feet and looked around him. There was no-one in sight. He pulled off his tunic, and set on his mail shirt over his leather jerkin. It was still better to be safe than sorry, even though the King's soldiers were probably miles away. He put his tunic back on and strapped his sword belt around his waist. The sound of the stream reached him, and he went down to drink.

As his face came up dripping from the water, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. A shift in the colours, a patch of blue where a tree should be, now shot through with yellow. He reached out his hand and touched it, and his hand disappeared. It was just gone. He pushed his arm into the shifted colour, and then suddenly something jerked him through and flipped him onto his back.
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Postby Mighty Jalapeno » Wed Nov 21, 2007 7:00 am UTC

Maxx walked morosely through the street in his imagination. It had to be his imagination. When he'd left, he'd been in the City. It had been hot and wet, and then everyone he... well, not loved, but everyone he needed had left him. And now, he was quite clearly inside the set from Pleasantville. He liked that movie. All the stuff about people's inner desires making them turn colorized. That tree exploding when the old lady got herself off. The kid who would play Spiderman talking to Don Knotts. It had everything.

But since he recognized the town, he knew it had to be his imagination. Maybe this was his new Outback. The 1950's.

"My imagination is running low on ideas," he said. He wished he was drunk. At least that would explain this.

He stopped at a park bench where the lines between commercial and residential blurred. There were houses down one way. Creepy identical houses, with creepy identical lawns, just like that neighborhood from Edward Scissorhands. He looked down at his claws. He liked that movie, too.

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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby Zohar » Wed Nov 21, 2007 7:38 am UTC

podbaydoor wrote:"No, I haven't seen anyone. But then, I haven't tried to enter any of the houses - I've been here since, oh, I'd say early afternoon." He waved a hand in a vague all-encompassing gesture, for the town had been small enough that he had walked around most of its perimeter during the day. "To tell you the truth, I've been waiting for a sign. Perhaps a messenger."


Daneel was puzzled. It seemed as though this quite adult human (with a healthy enough mind, he noted), was waiting for some sort of outside help. Did he, perhaps, come from a place where beliefs in the supernatural still existed? He was constantly amazed by the minds of men. How can something be more than natural? Everything that is in nature is, by definition, natural. Even himself.

"Is there someone in particular you are waiting for? You said you do not know anyone here, after all. I suggest we try and search our surroundings more, maybe we will find some other, more knowledgeable persons. There is no use standing here, in the middle of this street."

He passed by Peter and started walking to the other end of the street, which he didn't have a chance to explore.

"Will you come with me?"
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby podbaydoor » Wed Nov 21, 2007 10:36 am UTC

Peter considered, then mentally shrugged. Why not? He could use a friend - or keep a criminal where he could see him - and then again Olivaw hadn't yet truly set off any internal alarms.

Who knew, perhaps Olivaw himself was an unwitting messenger, or at least a sign that things were being set in motion. "Agreed, and gladly."

Peter turned and began to keep pace with the other man. "If I may ask, how did you come to be here?"
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby Zohar » Wed Nov 21, 2007 2:09 pm UTC

podbaydoor wrote:Peter turned and began to keep pace with the other man. "If I may ask, how did you come to be here?"


Unwilling to lie unless it is to save his own or a human's life, Daneel spoke the truth. Also, while the star alignment puzzled him, the thought that he travelled through time hadn't occured to him. In his time Earth was (will be?) still populated with millions of people and he didn't have a lot of experience with any of them. Except for Elijah Baley, of course. And his father.

"I was on my way back to Aurora but I think something went wrong with the hyperdrive engines. Instead of arriving the usual distance from the star system, I found myself here. None of the other passengers are here, as far as I can tell. What about you?"

All this he spoke without considering how it might sound to Peter. It was only after he said his words that he noticed the reaction in his mind.
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby podbaydoor » Wed Nov 21, 2007 5:43 pm UTC

Olivaw's extraordinary words sounded like something out of the pulp science fiction comics Edmund had sometimes read before everything had got left behind in the rush to get the Pevensies out into the country. The long-suffering centaurs' diplomacy training prevented Peter from breaking his stride or otherwise flailing in incomprehension. As it was, he blinked.

"Well...it seems I've traveled as much distance as you have. I lived in a kingdom called Narnia, and we were in the midst of a campaign against an invading army of giants when I stepped out of my tent and found myself here. At least whoever transported me here found it appropriate to scrape all the mud off along the way." He gestured at his undeniably gleaming armor.
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Re: Anywhere, USA (Part 1)

Postby Zohar » Wed Nov 21, 2007 9:30 pm UTC

podbaydoor wrote:"Well...it seems I've traveled as much distance as you have. I lived in a kingdom called Narnia, and we were in the midst of a campaign against an invading army of giants when I stepped out of my tent and found myself here. At least whoever transported me here found it appropriate to scrape all the mud off along the way." He gestured at his undeniably gleaming armor.


Now it was Daneel's turn to be surprised. Peter thought he was telling the truth but most of the key words weren't known to Daneel - a kingdom, giants? He never heard of those. Even "army," "tent" and "invasion" were only known to him because of books he had read.

"I think there is something very peculiar at hand. You are not lying but are you sure you are not dazed from your travels? Do you perhaps have any proof of where you are from? We should try to confirm what exactly is true and what is an illusion. A firm assertion of the reality is the first step to understanding our predicament."

He considered for a second what the revelation of his true nature would do to Peter. He sensed Peter to be of strong character and apparently used to strange things, so he didn't think he would be hurt from shock. Also, Peter didn't seem much of a threat to him, even though he was armed and Daneel was not. With that, he opened his jacket and exposed his torso. Then it opened up and showed his inner mechanical parts and electronic circuits.

"I think this is proof enough of the technology in the place from which I come from."
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