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(10 replies, posted in [New] Jewel of Hera)

Bruno had taken up his position behind the bar once more and in an attempt to look busy, started to rearrange some of the bottles and glasses. The man hadn't made an attempt to communicate, for which the bartender was grateful.

About a minute had passed when a young couple walked into the bar. Bruno estimated them in their early twenties. They mostly had eyes for each other and their clothing betrayed to him that they had probably won their cruise tickets or had received them as a gift or something. Although the Jewel of Hera wasn't the most expensive cruise ship out there, it was probably still above budget for these two lovebirds, given that their clothing obviously had been bought at a budget store.

They looked nice together: the young man was about half a foot taller than the girl and the grin on his somewhat darkened face told Bruno that this guy was very much in love. He couldn't keep his eyes of his lady and his right arm was wrapped tightly around her. The woman in turn was looking up at her lover with the same infatuation in her clear green eyes as he was showing in his brown ones. Her light brown curly hair ran loose over her back. She was a looker indeed.

Bruno realized that he was staring, although nobody had seen him do it: the couple only payed attention to each other and the elderly man was still staring at the photograph he was holding. The bartender quickly pretended to turn his attention back to his business behind the bar, but from the corner of his eye he kept a watch on the couple. Just as he had suspected, they chose a place further down the back: a table that was out of the view of the customers who'd stay at the front of the bar, although Bruno could still see them from his own spot; the bar had been designed so that the bartender had a pretty good view of the entire place at all times, provided it wasn't too crowded.

A smile krept on Bruno's face. He felt like a bit of a voyeur - and right now he was - but wasn't too concerned about that: if they chose to get all over each other in his bar, that was his right, wasn't it? Anyway, time to ask them what they wanted to drink and perhaps even start a bit of small talk; these were more like his kind of people. He straightened his jacket and walked over to their table. "Hiya, folks! First time on the Jewel?" A broad smile was on his face.



- Bruno Kaiser

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(326 replies, posted in Odyssey)

Outside it was hard not to notice for the mercs that a large ship was heading towards the docking master's office. It was at this point that the group of mercs - or rather: the bunch of people who were now scattered all over the place, hiding behind cover - found some new courage and professionality. Several were giving orders or informing comrades about the ship and before long shots were fired at it. One of the mercs actually got a good idea: she had noticed the ramp going down and she managed to get several of her colleagues to go with her: the small group made a run for the ramp, convinced that they could make it inside. The run wasn't very long, but they did have to cross a few obstacles and would be in plain sight for a long part of the way. To their credit they didn't huddle up, but were actually spread out. They also demonstrated that their training had at least given them some skills in sprinting: they were coming towards  the open ramp fast.



-temp GM

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(326 replies, posted in Odyssey)

Jason Wypij wrote:

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Angel made his way to the side of the door and with a gentle nudge of his foot opened it making sure his body was out of the way of any firing lanes coming from the now open door.

Angel

Nobody shot at him. In fact, nothing at all happened. The room remained dark and Angel couldn't see a thing. Small echoes of him opening the door could be heard, meaning that whatever was in the room, it was in a big room. A very big room. If Angel wanted to get out of here, he'd have to go through this room, but there wasn't one bit of light to tell him what he'd encounter or where he should go. If he wanted to cross, he'd have to do it by touch and sound.



-temp GM

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(252 replies, posted in Atlantis)

Until Ryan had finished his work, the gravity throughout the ship was simply absent. He tried to steel his stomach and carefully pulled himself towards the large grav spinner at the front of the engine room. Ryan was right between the two engines and although the system had quieted down somewhat, the noise was deafening. With one hand he reached into one of his coveralls and produced a set of earplugs, which proved a bit challenging to actually insert into his ears, since he had to hold onto something the entire time. Nevertheless he succeeded and then proceeded to open up a large pannel behind which the grav spinner was, normally but not now, spinning. He already knew that for the actual repairs he would be forced to shut down the engines entirely, meaning they'd have to run on the generator for a bit, but until he was certain about what needed fixing or replacing exactly, the engines would stay on, since they were also providing power to all other systems on the ship.

With the hatch open and a flashlight in his one free hand, Ryan slowly pulled himself closer to the large disc with all the surrounding knobs and twiddly bits surrounding it, to see what and where the damage was.



-Ryan Bow

Woohoo! Welcome back!



-Mischa

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(67 replies, posted in The Dreamcatchers)

Nico had started in English, but from the accent he could hear the man was Dutch as well so he continued in his native language: "Oh? And anything in particular, or about the tourism in general?" Like the journalist, Nico was happy to find a way to pass the time.



-Nico

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(67 replies, posted in The Dreamcatchers)

It was at this point that Nico started to get a bit bored. He had slept rather well; better than he had in weeks actually, and also had eaten a pretty decent meal, at least by airline standards. But now he was awake and alert and since there was little to see outside, he tried to start a conversation with his neighbour. "Business or pleasure trip?" he started cautiously.



-Nico

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(67 replies, posted in The Dreamcatchers)

OOC: Okay, thanks for explaining!

IC: Nico figured that they would probably wake him up for the meal - if it would be served - and he now felt so tired that he really wanted to shut his eyes again. But this time to get some actual sleep.



-Nico Steenhuizen

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(171 replies, posted in Umbra)

I might be interested in GM'ing this sim, but I do fear that it might be a bit too much for me alone. I don't know if somebody would be interested in a co-GM situation. I must admit that I haven't thought very deeply on the details of such a collaboration, but I am wondering if anybody else feels like I do about wanting to GM but fearing that it might take up too much time to do alone.



-Mischa

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(67 replies, posted in The Dreamcatchers)

OOC: Do you mean that in the real world he slept for three hours? Because if so it is very strange that they are passing Rotterdam, which is only about 60 km from Schiphol.

IC: Normally Nico needed a moment to gather his thoughts and orient himself when he woke up from a dream, but this was very different. He had known where he would go to as he decided to leave the dream and waking up in the plane was like... like walking into the next room rather than actually waking up. It was strange but also comforting: it made him feel sane, a state of mind of which he hadn't been too sure it was still his since the weird nightmares had begun. He decided that he was hungry and wondered if they were serving meals already.



-Nico

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(326 replies, posted in Odyssey)

Jason Wypij wrote:

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Angel got up from his position and looked at the clerk with a sign, "Sorry about this but it is for your own good."  Angel stated.  With a quick motion of his hands he hit the clerk in the back of the head knocking him out cold in a single stroke.

"Go, I will catch up."  Angel said calmly to August took out his twin pistols and went to the other door and opened it hoping it offered a way out.

Angel

Angel had encountered no problems while leaving the clerk's office in the back. The door had led him to a small room which was clearly mainly meant as a recreational area for short breaks. It held a couch and two chairs, the latter ones next to a small dining table, probably for eating lunch. There was a small fridge in the corner with on top of it a machine for getting some coffee or tea. In an attempt to make the room look a bit homely, someone had dropped a carpet on the ground - it litterally looked like someone had simply dropped it there and then decided that actually straightening it out a bit was too much work - and put a painting on the wall. Well, a poster actually. The room smelled like most poorly ventilated rooms which were too small to hold a group larger than two did: stuffed.

Angel didn't have a real option: there was only one other door leading out of this room. That door was slightly ajar, but past it Angel could only see darkness.



-temp GM

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(326 replies, posted in Odyssey)

August, who had heard everything on the comm, simply added an "understood" to the conversation. He had some smoke grenades of his own, but figured it would be a better tactic to simply run for the Odyssey instead of stopping underway to leave his presents. He and Ayla had now moved enough of the barricade parts to open the door far enough to make their escape. "Stay low and be ready" he told his second in command as he crouched down and redrew his firearm. "We're ready" he communicated over the comm; "Just give the signal." He briefly wondered how Angel was doing.



-August Solitaire

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(92 replies, posted in Atlantis)

In the engine room, Ryan had figured out what was wrong and he decided to inform the captain about it:


= "Ryan to the captain. I won't bother you with all the details, but here's how it is: I can only partially fix the gravity. I can restore full gravity to those areas that are closest to the grav spinner. So we'd be fine in the FDC, sickbay, the dayroom and all that, but the bridge, everyone's quarters, the front part of the cargo hold, those places would keep zero G until I can get some new parts. The other option is to restore partial gravity throughout the ship. Your call, captain." =



-Ryan Bow

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(252 replies, posted in Atlantis)

But before he did that, he made another check. Like any good engineer he always made sure that the inventory of stocked and spare parts was up to date. He checked if everything he needed was present, but sadly that wasn't the case. Ryan could make repairs, but they were going to have to settle for partial gravity. Either some parts of the ship would have to stay zero G, or they would have to be content with diminished gravity throughout the ship.

Now it was time to call the captain and present him with the options and Ryan did just that. Mark's previous incoming message had told the chief engineer that his captain was currently residing in sickbay, so he opened a channel to that room.

= "Ryan to the captain. I won't bother you with all the details, but here's how it is: I can only partially fix the gravity. I can restore full gravity to those areas that are closest to the grav spinner. So we'd be fine in the FDC, sickbay, the dayroom and all that, but the bridge, everyone's quarters, the front part of the cargo hold, those places would keep zero G until I can get some new parts. The other option is to restore partial gravity throughout the ship. Your call, captain." =



-Ryan Bow

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(50 replies, posted in The Dreamcatchers)

Nico stood and stared for a moment. "Woah!" was all he could say. He looked around a final time and then 'activated' his own ribbon. Again it was hard to describe how he did it. It was more than simply imagining it coming to life; it did actually use something from him, or connected him in some way. Whatever it was, it drew him away from this world. The last thing he thought before escaping was: "I wonder how rested I'll feel this time." Like all the other times he had been very busy in this dream, busy with escaping. But unlike all the other times he had willfully manipulated his surroundings and felt more in control. He wondered if it would make a difference.



-Nico

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(50 replies, posted in The Dreamcatchers)

Nico feared that there was very little Juliana could teach him about this place,  because it was all very new to her. He saw the desperation in her eyes and he had to admit that he himself also wanted to get out of here. "Just try and remember me and all that has happened in this dream, Juliana. I will try and look you up in the real world" he told her reassuringly. He then willed a tiny bit of his own energy to seep into Juliana's ribbon, suspecting that it might be enough for her to wake up from this nightmare.



-Nico

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(110 replies, posted in The Longest Journey)

Whatever Karen had written on her hand and then unleashed: she must have done something wrong. Because  nobody actually fell asleep. But this was hardly the time to stop and wonder where the mistake had been made.

Cameron was just in time to avoid the other guards weapon, but her roll put her directly in the path of the fast approaching Karen, who could only try and jump over the other woman, hoping that she wouldn't try and stand up.

From a distance, Ardjen was looking at the scene in disbelief and horror. He had seen dead people, but he had never seen someone getting stabbed. With his attention turned to the fight, he was unaware that Ciara wasn't doing too well. And then panic took over: the boy turned around and made a run for it, with the girl still in his arms. He didn't know where he was going, just that he was getting away from these Azadi.



-GM

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(326 replies, posted in Odyssey)

August simply gave Angel a nod of confirmation. He didn't know the man that well, but he got the impression that he could take care of himself. He also didn't have time to argue, since he needed to get rid of all the stuff thrown in front of the the door again to make an escape. He didn't like the fact that there was only one door to get out through, but there was nothing for it.

= "Stand by, I'll let you know when Ayla and I are ready to run. Angel will take a different exit." =

He started pulling at the bench which was blocking the door and had been one of the items that he and his second in command had pushed in front of it to keep out anybody else. "Ayla, get over here!" he called to his XO.



-August Solitaire

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(252 replies, posted in Atlantis)

As soon as Poppy yelled through the comm system, Ryan tapped the console which then informed him that they were now venting all the heat from the ship.

Suddenly, he felt a bit queezy in his stomach. Then Mark's comment came in, which made the chief engineer check the other alerts, the ones he had muted to make sure he'd hear Poppy. Those told him that the grav spinner had decided to quit on them. Immediately he grabbed the railing in front of the console with both hands to prevent from drifting away. He opened a channel shipwide:

= "This is Ryan. The grav spinner just died: hold on to something or find some magnetic boots." =

With the job of venting the heat finished, Ryan shifted his attention to this latest problem as he studied the readouts in front of him to get a better impression of how big the damage actually was and if he'd be able to fix it by himself. He also tried to ignore how much his stomach was protesting against the lack of gravity, which was slowly increasing.



-Ryan Bow

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(10 replies, posted in [New] Jewel of Hera)

Bruno rolled his eyes, but replied with a jolly sounding "coming right up, sir!" He turned around and headed back to the bar, to get the man his drink. Earlier on he had been complaining about people showing up this early in the bar, but right now he was furiously hoping that more people would get the same idea as this man had. Right now everything was still fine, but Bruno knew from experience that it would probably only be a matter of time before the man decided that he needed someone to talk to. Given the fact that Bruno was the only other person present, that meant that the man would come to him. It probably only was a matter of getting the right amount of drinks in. And Bruno could hardly deny this man, his only customer, his ver first drink.

While complaining about all of this in his mind, Bruno had taken a glass and filled it with pale lager; he had been in no mood to tell the man that they actually had a variety of lagers and ask which kind he preferred. He doubted it would matter. He put the filled glass on a small tray, with a coaster next to it. He walked over to the table, carrying the tray on his left hand, and put down the coaster and on top of that the man's drink. "There you go, sir." He bartender than hastilly turned around to make a clear escape.



-Bruno

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(50 replies, posted in The Dreamcatchers)

A pang of guilt shot through Nico, but he steadied himself mentally: this might be his only chance to ask questions, he had to try and get some answers! "Don't worry, Juliana. I'll get you back home. Just calm down. Now, this might sound a bit strange, but are you currently taking any medicines?"



-Nico

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(110 replies, posted in The Longest Journey)

Ardjen was rather overwhelmed by all that was happening. but as Ciara asked her question, he stared at what Karen appeared to be doing. "Don't know. Maybe she is one of those magicians" he answered. Ardjen had heard of people using magic by writing down symbols. Although he'd nevery actually met a magician.

On the other end of the street the fight was continuing. And while Marcus and Cameron were struggling with one of the guards, they suddenly heard a shout next to them.

Lianno stumbled back, grabbing at his stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. The other guard had finally reached his lance and had seen the chance to stab Lianno. The sailor had a look on his face which betrayed that he didn't quite understand what was going on. Then he fell to the ground, letting out his last breath. His killer however didn't take the time to cherish his victory. Instaed, he pointed his weapon to the ball of people that was Cameron, Marcus and the second Azadi and moved forward.



-GM

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(326 replies, posted in Odyssey)

Inside the docking office, August was losing his patience with the clerk. He took his revolver and aimed it directly at the man's head. "You will clear the Odyssey for taking off right now, or you will die." He was in no mood for idle threats: either the man did what he was told, or he wouldn't be doing anything ever again.

Luckily for both the man and the Odyssey crew, he complied. With tears rolling from his eyes, he tapped some commands into the computer at his desk. A clear 'beep' could be heard and the man said: "Done! Now please just leave!" he started crying out loud. August grimaced but lowered his weapon. Didn't the fool realise that August was planning to do exactly that?

With matters settled here, it was time to leave. August checked in on the frequency he and his crew used for their ear pieces. He hadn't been listening in on what was going on outside with his crew, since that would have been a distraction for both parties. But now he, Ayla and Angel needed an exit.

= "This is August. The landlock has been lifted from the Odyssey. Somebody get her from the landing pad before they change their minds. And then get us out of here." =

Shadai, Olaf and Ronon would all have received this message, August knew. He was also wondering how they'd get out Angel, who was on the other side of the grate that had come down as soon as the clerk had raised the alarm. There was a door leading out of the clerk's office, but August had no idea where it would lead to.



-August Solitaire

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(326 replies, posted in Odyssey)

James M wrote:

The guard at the office door did not know what happened, suddenly he was yanked over a wall and lost his vocal chords to Ronon's blade , Now it was make a discrete entry
Ronon slips into the office with his blade drawn

OOC: By the sounds of it we only have the dockmaster and some of our crew there right, Ronon is in the entry way and staying low for cover

Ronon Dex

OOC: the door itself was unlocked, but Ayla and August have barricaded it, together with covering all the rooms. There is no way Ronon can get inside without the others on the inside removing the barricade first. So I'll work from that situation.

IC: At least, that was Ronon's plan, but as he pulled on the door handle he realised it wouldn't budge more than half an inch. Somebody on the inside had made sure that entry into the office wouldn't be that easy. Given the situation only moments before, that decision had seemed like a sound one. But right now it was a hindrance. It would only be a matter of time before one of the merc would spot Ronon, who right now was a pretty easy target if someone took the time to aim properly.



-GM

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(282 replies, posted in Odyssey)

Jason is back! I can imagine that he'll need some time to catch up with everything going on with the site, so I'll keep GM'ing for the moment. Jason, as soon as you're ready to take over again, just step in and I'll step back as temp GM.



-Mischa