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Post by asimus on Jan 27, 2008 14:54:07 GMT
Banner by Asimus Peter and Nathan Petrelli saved the world. On a cool November night, Nathan took his brother up into the sky as a small crowd gathered in Kirby Plaza and watched in awe and horror. The fate of New York was decided, and the city saved. Peter Petrelli however, had a guilt that sat on his shoulders. Even after the nuclear energy flowed from his body and his brother suffered from terrible, nearly fatal burns on his behalf, Peter felt as though a part of him was still 'exploding'.
At the hand of Elle Bishop, Peter Petrelli wound up in Company custody, debating a world without his abilities....a fresh start. There he meets a group of people eager to befriend him, and some eager to destroy him.
Meanwhile, a mysterious young woman is trying to settle in New York City, with more questions on her mind than answers. She's debating her place in the world, and simply wants to know where she truly belongs. However, her presence is causing a stir at the hands of time...Synopsis by lasvegasniki Trailer by lasvegasniki **Due to player schedules the game begins 10th February 2008 7pm British Time**
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Post by asimus on Jan 27, 2008 15:37:02 GMT
RULES
1. This forum is PG-13. Please no swearing, or content of a sexual nature. I realise there are some major 'shippers' playing. If characters really can't resist temptation, then a 'Fade To Black' is required. No smut please.
2. This is not a Crack RPG. The game falls into a series timeline and therefore everything up to that point is canon. There is also such thing as RPG Canon. Everything that comes before current post stands. Characters should be realistic, and staying within the lines of their character profile developed in the TV show.
3. Cross posting occurs occasionally. The policy is that the first post is the true one. This however is up to the players discretion.
4. Characters belong to their driver. Do not move them significantly, or damage them without the drivers permission. When the driver goes offline, they should leave their character with another player. Killing or fading to black without the drivers permission is not tolerated.
5. When a player is offline, and another player needs to use that character, they need to contact the player left in charge of that character before making any moves with that character. Any move that effects plot, or character dynamic needs to be checked first.
6. Characters brought in without a driver are drones and are fair game. Anyone can play with them, and anyone can kill them.
7. Any out of character comments made need to be in brackets and with the prefix 'OOC'. However in game OOC comments need to be kept to a minimum. An OOC Thread will be provided. It is up to the players to keep an eye on the contents of this thread.
8. Any one can develop a plot. If your character is not included in a current plot, either work your way in, develop your own. Watch out for plot holes, because seasoned players will take advantage.
9. Any problems or grievances need to be run past me privately.
10. If characters are inactive for two weeks, then that character will be handed over to another player, or downgraded to drone. If you will be away from the gameplay for a significant amount of time, please contact me and a temporary driver will be put in your place.
11. One line posts need to be kept to a minimum. It makes gameplay too fast and irritates those who make longer more thoughtful posts.
Character Reservation
Reservations for the characters open on the 1st February 2008. As always, PM me with your preferred character. Current players get precedence over their current character. After that, first come first served. Late admittance is excepted.
Characters required from Heroes, Doctor Who and Torchwood. Original Characters are accepted, but a full Character Profile will need to be checked prior to gameplay.
Reserved Characters
HeartNine - The Doctor #9 desertrose9 - Rose Tyler lasvegasniki - Niki Sanders sylar - Sylar elle - Elle Bishop whodovoodoo - Peter Petrelli [deceased - Sylar]
wildcard - Claude Reigns irisxeyes - Claire Bennet thestral - Jack Harkness gina - Gwen Cooper
jocose - Owen Harper mastersaxon - The Doctor #10 asimus - The Master comingsoon - Adam [deceased - Sylar] mollymendez - Evelyn (OC) [deceased - Sylar]
rach - Ianto Jones cally - Tosh
yusagi - Candice Willmer sailorgallifrey - Briget (OC) Whodovoodoo - Angela Petrelli [Catatonic] NathanP - Nathan Petrelli mollymendez - Remmington gunkiller - Robert (OC) [deceased - UNIT Officer] Whodovoodoo - Mr. Bennett
Drone List
Sam (OC) [MIA] Mohinder Suresh[deceased - Sylar] Ned (The Pie Maker) Chuck (The Girl Named...) Bob Bishop Paul (OC) Matt Parkman [deceased - Sylar] Molly Walker [deceased - Master] Owen Harper Ianto Jones [deceased - Master] Dr. Chumley (OC) Claude Reins Candice Wilmer [MIA] Private Bernerd
Any other characters welcomed.
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Post by asimus on Feb 10, 2008 19:00:40 GMT
The Master was bored. Britain was pretty much under his supreme control, and the Tardis still only went up and down, much like a lift. He had exhausted his CD collection and he was now watching reruns of the teletubies on his office television. All in all, boredom was a bitch. He rolled a pen backwards and forwards along his desk, as he lolled back in his swivel chair and popped his feet up on the desk. He stared blankly at the screen trying to think up diabolical plans for world domination. Subliminal messages perhaps? Maybe on the teletubby tummy teles? That would work. Take over children everywhere. Develop a miniature army of screaming little yobs that would infuriate their parents into suicide. Genius! He should write it down.
As he picked up his pencil he froze. He could feel something… Something twitching in the back of his mind. He concentrated hard, focusing on the disturbance. A tear in time. He reac hed his mind out, trying to make contact. No, not another Time Lord. Something else. Something new.
He picked up the red phone situated near his right hand.
“Saxon. Get my jet ready.”
It was time for a little excursion.
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jocose
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Post by jocose on Feb 10, 2008 19:08:37 GMT
Torchwood was currently experiencing a lull, not something it got a lot of, it had to be said, providing a chance to relax a little, catch up on paperwork-and wonder why you had no life outside in the real world.
Owen Harper stood alone in his autopsy room, it was always cold down in its depths, but he didnt notice it any more- he didnt notice very much of anything these days. He did his job and he went back to his flat, opened a bottle of something or other and then sat and stared at the walls.
When the bottle was empty, he went to bed, when the alarm went off, he got up, showered, and went to work. How long he slept between the two events he didnt know-or care!
Activating the recording equipment, he watched the display until it told him it was ready and waiting, he glanced down at the latest in a long line of... whatever it was. Just one more piece of flotsom that hauled its self out of the rift and didnt live to tell the tale. Pulling on gloves, he twanged the wrist, sniffed and sighed.
"Right," he looked up at the camera, "Owen Harper- medical officer. Torchwood 3, autopsy on," he paused glancing around, looking for the form he`d attached to a clipboard and left somewhere or other earlier, walking over to the desk he read out,"Torchwood, file number 19742986/NM11/Road Traffic Division," then returned to the table.
"Victim is," he prodded it with his scalpal, "Thawed out nicely," taking hold of one end, he held it up towards the camera, "and flat," he rotated it slightly, then added, "very flat." then returned it to the table.
"The victim was apparently crossing a road, when it was in collision with a you shop we drop van and," he paused, trying to think of a suitable description, "frisbied."
"The driver of the van reported this to the road traffic divison, who did the necessary bag and tag and allocated it to us for further investigation." Owen puffed out his cheeks, and murmured to himself, and local pc plod did their usual really useful job of not bothering to collect any sample of the innerds-thank you very much plods r us.
"Victim has nothing to suggest a species or possible place of origin, tread marks from the method of dispatch have negated any chance of classification," he sighed, "cross section provided no additional information to aid classification."
"Recommend permanent removal as soon as possible- End of report."
Dropping all the pieces into a tub, he pressed the lid down firmly, took off his gloves and dumped them into the bin.
"Ianto," he yelled, "Annother one for frying," and went over to his desk to finish filling in the form.
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Post by mastersaxon on Feb 10, 2008 19:13:19 GMT
And off they were once more. After 2012 and its London Olympics, it felt pretty good to be back on the TARDIS. That one had been easy compared to their last adventures, but not to be taken lightly anyway. The girl was now safe and everything was fine. Happily ever after! The Doctor loved that, especially when humans were concerned.
He bounced around the console with his best grin, Rose following him closely. "So! Where to now? Raxotica comets? Hercos nebula? A blackwhole! Would you like to see the biggest blackwhole in the universe? From a distance, mind you, we don't want to get sucked in. Or we could visit your mum! What do you want to do? Oh I know we could--"
He stopped abruptly, staring into space quizzically.
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Post by gina on Feb 10, 2008 19:16:49 GMT
Gwen sighed and saved the file she was working on. Two down, five to go. She quickly made a mental note to never offer to help with the archiving again. Well that's the kind of lengths she'd been driven to lately, archiving! They'd hit a quiet patch in their work. A rare occasion at Torchwood, and appreciated when they came. To a point of course, after that it just got boring.
She paused in her typing as she heard Owen yell something to Ianto from the autopsy area. After getting into the cage with the weevil, Owen had been more grumpy than usual. It had ended so badly with them, perhaps they could have both handled it better. Diane coming through the rift didn't help. Gwen smiled at the postcard from Emma tacked on the wall above her computer screen. She was settling in well at London and had already made lots of friends from her work. At least some good things had come from the 'Sky Gypsy', Gwen decided.
She glanced down at the notes she was typing into the system. ...and the wounded and dead were bought back to Torchwood for further examination. The victims were treated by resident doctor, then retconned and autopsy's were carried out on the dead. No unusual substances were found in the bodies, except for high levels of radiation, but that was to be expected. Autopsy's were carried out by Dr. Owen Harper, Torchwood 3. For more information, see the medical files and autopsy reports that are attached... Gwen frowned and flipped through the various sheets of paper in the folder. No medical files or autopsy reports. Great, just bloody fantastic. She sighed and flicked through the pages one more time, just to make sure, before minimising her screen and heading over to the autopsy area, notes in hand.
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HN
crazy axe murderer
She-Doctor
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Post by HN on Feb 10, 2008 19:20:45 GMT
His back was curved as if fighting a harsh wind, his hands stuffed into his jacket pocket as he regarded the console. So she didn’t want to go with him? So what? It wasn’t like he needed her. He didn’t need anyone. He didn’t deserve anyone. Oh she had been kind of funny for an ape, with her sparkling eyes and giant smile. She’s been smart too, asking all the right questions and following him in the quest for answers. Not only that, but she didn’t panic in a hostile situation and she saved his life. It couldn’t be said for many humans. But no, he didn’t need her around. He certainly didn’t want her around. He wanted to drift off into nothingness with the rest of his people.
Slowly his body began to take motion, pulling levers and spinning dials, he wasn’t looking at what he was doing, or where he was going, he was simply trying to get away. That familiar cold sensation was working its way back into his gut, making the room seem devoid of air. He had existed like this for months, and was barely aware of it anymore, but as the warmth from his encounter with Rose Tyler ebbed away, he became more depressed. For a moment there he had felt like his old self once again.
He shook his head violently, shaking all thoughts from his head. No, all he needed was a bit of adventure. As if reading his thoughts, and she probably was, a siren sounded in the Tardis Console Room. Somewhere in the year 2008, a rip in the Space/Time continuum was opening. This was just what he needed. A bit of life in peril, run or be killed, fun and games. He grinned, though there was no one to be taken in by his deception and changed the Tardis headings. New York, here they come.
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desertrose9
crazy axe murderer
Stuff of Legends!
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Post by desertrose9 on Feb 10, 2008 19:24:42 GMT
She kept close to him, his previous disappearance still haunting her thoughts. That had been close, too close. She had lost him for a moment, and she had never been more terrified. The shattering of the glass on the pavement echoed in her ears. The memory of turning to find him gone, not anywhere to be seen...it still scared her. But she couldn't let him see that. He wouldn't expect her to be scared. Not Rose Tyler. She'd faced many terrible things, and none of them succeeded to take him away from her.
But a little girl...
She shook her head, smiling slightly as she leant against the console.
"Wherever you want to go. We could do with a holiday."
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Post by wildcard on Feb 10, 2008 19:31:07 GMT
Being invisible had its good points, one of them being free travel anywhere in the world. Claude’s recent nostalgia had led him back to the United Kingdom and home. He had visited a few places of his youth.
He huffed wondering now why he’d bothered. It was the same unforgiving place he had remembered but probably through rose tinted specs.
Now he was sitting on a train in first class, which was good but he had got onto the wrong train and was on his way to Cardiff in Wales of all places.
Well it would give him a day out at the seaside and a break from trouble.
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Post by thestral on Feb 10, 2008 19:39:44 GMT
If Owen Harper glared or growled at him one more time then he might actually crack. The tension around here was rocketing and interefering with team dynamics. At least it would if they had anything to do...
And to make matters worse he actually had to do the paperwork too. Jack hated slow days.
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Post by mastersaxon on Feb 10, 2008 19:40:29 GMT
The Doctor stood frozen for a good ten seconds, then waltzed around the heart of his precious ship like there was no tomorrow. He had felt it deep inside. Something was wrong, there was a rip in Time and Space and it wasn't the rift. Not the English one at least. Maybe a new rift was opening, which was worrying. Terribly so.
"New York, 2007," he told Rose. He added a wild smile for good measure and pulled the next lever. The TARDIS shook and ground and shot forward into the vortex. He grabbed Rose's hand and held them both to the railing. Of course they fell to the floor as the TARDIS materialized, and of course he pulled her to her feet with enough strength to dislocated her shoulder. "For trouble, step this way!" He exclaimed, grabbing his coat from the coat rack and opening the door.
He was met with the end of a sordid dead-end. At least no one would look onto the TARDIS. He closed the door after Rose and agitated his fingers until she took the hint and grabbed his hand. "New York city! Nothing like it."
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desertrose9
crazy axe murderer
Stuff of Legends!
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Post by desertrose9 on Feb 10, 2008 19:43:32 GMT
She kept her grin in place, looking around.
"NYC, huh?" she looked at him with a cheeky smile. He didn't realise what a girls automatic thought when being told she was in New York would be. "The shopping capital of the world?"
Her grin got wider at his worried look and she squeezed his hand tightly. "I told you I needed a holiday and you take me shopping?" She poked her tongue out at him slightly, watching his reaction to her saying the world dreaded by all males, human or not.
Shopping.
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Post by thestral on Feb 10, 2008 19:46:42 GMT
Jack sat in his office and dutifully typed away. If this day got any slower he'd fall alseep and he didn't really want to do that. Nightmares usually led to gasping awake and then people asked those awkward questions you never wanted them to.
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jocose
crazy axe murderer
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Post by jocose on Feb 10, 2008 19:49:05 GMT
"Iantoooo I need this sortin` stat! " Owen swore under his breath, "Want anything doing around this dump, do it yourself," he grumbled grabbing the tub and heading towards the stairs.
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Elle Bishop
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Post by Elle Bishop on Feb 10, 2008 19:50:43 GMT
"Unacceptable Elle," Robert Bishop said, shaking his head before staring at his daughter, twenty four year old Elle Bishop. The small blonde's eyes narrowed on her father. Generally, at this point in a lecture she would zone him out.
"Your focus is off and it's beginning to get trying, Elle," Bob said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. to ele "Right so, can I go back to delivering pills then?" Elle asked, eying her fingernails for a moment before looking back to her father.
"Certainly not," Bob scoffed.
Elle's lips formed a pout.
"Go to your room. I have important things to deal with, your petty behavior cannot be dealt with at the moment. Just remember I am severely disappointed in you," Bob seethed.
Elle gave a sigh and stood, "Yes Daddy."
"And Elle?"
She turned to look at him.
"If I catch you around Peter Petrelli without my permission, there will be repercussions."
"Yes, Daddy," Elle swallowed before leaving his office.
She turned down the hall, her heels clicking against the tile.
She went to the elevators, eying the numbers. If she pressed the lower levels, she could flirt past the fourth basement floor security and go see Peter. If she pressed the upper floors she could change into her jammies, tuck herself into bed and watch Sex and the City reruns.
At that moment, the elevator doors opened and Paul, a husky man with a beard slipped out.
"Hello...Elle...uh...you look nice today," he said with a nervous grin.
"How's Peter?" Elle asked quickly, not even taking in Paul's compliment.
"He's fine," Paul muttered.
"Is he asking about me?"
"You? Nah...he's more concern about his family," Paul answered, fidgeting a little.
"Oh," Elle said, sulking a bit. "Well, later gator I have to get to beddybye, Daddy's orders," Elle sighed, pushing past Paul.
When the doors closed she stared at the numbers again.
She pushed basement 4. She needed to see Peter.
"Miss Bishop!" came a cry of surprise when the doors open and she slipped out.
"Howdy Franco, how's my favorite weirdo warden?" Elle asked, batting her eyelashes.
"Better now," Franco smirked.
"I wanted to go kick Adam around a bit," Elle lied.
"Be my guest," Franco smirked before shaking and reading his paper.
Elle smiled and headed down the cells, turning back to eye the empty hall as she reached Peter's cell. She punched in the code, straightened her top and slipped inside.
He was laying down, staring at the ceiling. She kicked off her heels and made her way over, climbing into the bed with him.
"Good morning starshine," she said playfully.
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