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Therafter / Re: Old School
« Last post by Asha on October 23, 2014, 10:08:41 AM »
Asha smiled as the door opened giving Marcus a sly grin, and Carnegie a quick embrace of appreciation.  "See what patience rewards you with Marcus?  Feel free to take the lead, you're skill with an axe is better in front of us where any dangers can feel its bite."

She stepped to the side and drew her Glock, waiting for him to pass before following at Carnegie's side, "It should be safe enough for Elvis in there and his keener sense might alert us for trouble, but if you want him to wait out here I can leave some jerky and water for him." She offered, the mystery before here washing away the last vestiges of sleep from her mind.
Hollen's Prize / Re: A Fast Exit
« Last post by valadaar on October 23, 2014, 10:05:57 AM »
Dead by now..

"They've sent someone out after us, keep on your toes Autumn..."

Can I reach the Liacor?  Can I tap into its sensors?
Therafter / Re: Old School
« Last post by valadaar on October 23, 2014, 10:02:10 AM »
The voice played again "..Ode ..Thersized."

A loud muffled whirring noise filled the room as a large electric motor engaged.  6" diameter steel bolts withdrew and there was a clicking as the door began to open outwards, revealing a yawning opening.  Faint glows of artificial light could be seen within,showing a room lined with mostly inactive electronic consoles of some type.

The air was not as musty as would be expected...

Not but messing with the wrong keys had a greater downside to playing with the code, and my response provided new info, allowing you to change your action. 
RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by EchoMirage on October 23, 2014, 09:23:10 AM »
"The humans in the band will die if we move out before morning. Tracks are hidden by the veil of night. What folly is this?"

She had spoken to Echo in sleep, words cast by shadows of ruined cities and bones of dragons dead. Echo understood a fragment of Morena's words, and wondered whether a God that was silent or one that spoke in riddles was better.
Briefly, he wondered whether it had been a message to all the priests, or specifically to him. If the latter, why was he so significant?

Silently, he thanked her regardless, for he felt the supernatural power renew in the slender elven frame as midnight passed.
Cosmic Pluralism / Re: Chalk and Fire: The Prequel
« Last post by Pariah on October 23, 2014, 09:14:01 AM »
Minor setbacks like missing the bus will not defeat me in my quest to fill whole kilobytes of Strolen's valuable storage with drivel from which I well eventually extract gold.  Sleep, thout's siren wail will avail you not, for unlike mere mortals I have stuff, and NoDoz.  Not actual NoDoz, because apparently too many people were mistaking it for bath salts or something, who knows, Florida...

AND OFF WE GO! (I would like to apologize to myself beforehand [because I'm pretty sure I'm the only one actually reading these things], in case if you don't remember, you basically wrote like five incomplete sentences down on a piece of 8.5x11 printer paper because you forgot your handy dandy notebook when you went to work.  One of those "sentences" consisted solely of the word CFC...  I'm doing my best here, but it's going to be even more disjointed than normal.  Just so you know what I was forced to work with after delaying bedtime [glorious sleep] I'm putting the "notes" at the end of each paragraph.)

Mars, glorious planets where all your dreams can be made real.  While Earthly society has largely stagnated due to the general lack of places where you don't need to eat iodine pills daily just to not drop over dead, and then of those it's actually illegal to live in a number of them because captain planet says so.  Most of the population on the homeworld lives in the highly stratified hives, with little chance to interact outside of their social caste, and no chance to really move up in the world.  After the war Mars became the stopping over point for points further in the galaxy, and prior to the rebuilding of the Terran Gate, where raw materials coming from outsystem needed to pass through to get to their final destination on Earth.  Due to the sheer amount of travel through the Martian Gate, Mars's economy flourished, pilots need a place to unwind after all, and the ruins of Earth after the 20 year war just weren't relaxing enough apparently.
(Earth stagged b/c arco/cpt planet)

Already in the beginning phases of terraforming before the war, after the war it was decided that the process needed to be sped up.  While there's only so much you can speed up the process of turning a lifeless husk into something that humans don't die from walking outside on without suits, though even the most insane plans did still require the use of personal oxygen supplies.  In the end it was decided that the time it would take to go from a largely unbreathable atmosphere composed of CO2 and CFC to one that could support human life would be more than enough time for CFC introduced to induce heating to be safely broken down by good out fashioned stellar radiation.  With that out of the way the plan was begun, and 15 years of nonstop production and pumping into the atmosphere of Martian CFCs were begun.
(tfing start before war, sped up after) && (CFC)

Eventually rampant greenhouse warming took hold, until it leveled off around 12C for a global mean temperature.  The orbital bombardment of water rich asteroids continued unabated, and once there was a stable atmosphere lichen were released into the wild to act as something to break virgin ground, to provide biomass, and to help increase oxygen levels, however slightly.  And so in the 2160's Mars has an atmosphere, and is warm enough you can walk around on the surface without immediately having your blood sublimate out of your pores, though it still very much qualifies as barren.

(10-15 C is prolly accurate?) && (lichen: more indestructible than gamecube)

The jewels of Mars though are her cities.  The stereotypical Martian city has walls stretching all the way to the stars, courtesy of the traditional gravity being one third that of the homeworld.  Of course Martians would never let something so crass get in their way, so after a brief generally divided up between parks and lakes the main part of the city begins, under nearly a full gravity.  Depending on how near you are to the closest gravity generator a repeat of the apple experiment might have it dropping at 9.5m/s or 9.9m/s, but drop it does.  Martians, when they were told that having too many gravity units acting in close proximity could have dire consequences, scoffed in the face of their lesser men and did it anyway.  (I'm hearing Cave Johnson yelling in my brain)

At this point I'm really thinking the best way to have Mars govern itself would be a bunch of backstabbing independent city-states, all playing games with each other using their lesser cities as pieces to attempt to gain advantages over their comrades.  All I really know is that they say you can buy anything on Mars if you have the money.  Of course most of them only say that when you walk into their store asking about buying something that they don't have, as a back handed way of getting you out of there.  Maybe if they knew you they might point you to someone you could theoretically buy it from, but since they don't all they have is worthless wisdom.  And there's more I think, trying to hammer its way out of the back of my eye sockets, but I don't know what it is yet, so I'll bid sleep welcome and call it here.
Therafter / Re: Old School
« Last post by Carnegie H. Roberts on October 23, 2014, 09:13:06 AM »
Carnegie hesitated, but no closer than she had been before, she shrugged and typed in 711, with a look at Asha and the others for confirmation, she pressed okay once more.

val, you didn't miss before that I said I tried out all of my keys right?
Greetings Traveler / Re: Hey All!
« Last post by valadaar on October 23, 2014, 08:22:55 AM »
RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Silveressa on October 23, 2014, 06:13:30 AM »
Silveressa slowly stirred, the insistent nosing of Lucky stirring her from a especially vivid dream of- "Wha-" She blinked and sat up, the realization her recent experiences as an elf were no dream causing her to blink furiously for several moments, a mixture of relief mingled with faint disappointment flooding through her. Lucky's deep voice repeated Tusserk's message, causing her to shake her head in worry calling out, "We'll be out in a moment, is his Stoat around? it might be able to tell us where he went, also ask the others if they know whether or not he has a habit of sleep walking?"

She gave Lucky a slightly embarrassed smile and quick hug, gesturing to the tents exit, "I hate to kick you out into the cold first thing hon, but it's a little hard to pull on my boots and weapon belt with you in here." She quickly finished dressing and followed Lucky out of the tent a moment later, stretching and shivering slightly in the morning chill, wondering briefly if her personal hygiene kit contained a toothbrush.

"Who was on watch with him last night? Anyone?"
Greetings Traveler / Re: Hey All!
« Last post by Gossamer on October 23, 2014, 06:01:04 AM »
Hi, welcome! :)
RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Lady Wolf on October 23, 2014, 05:14:31 AM »
Lucky stirred slightly at Vals softly spoken words, the lack of urgency behind them only vaguely prodding him into conscious thought, the warmth of Silveressa spooned up against him all but tranquilizing in it's closeness, the worries of the waking world an unwelcome intrusion upon his post coital bliss.

He twitched an ear and raised his head as Tusserk rustled the tent and spoke to them, his mind processing the information with growing concern, nuzzling Silveressa behind the ear to rouse her, thoughts of a relaxing morning replaced by growing worry for their mutual friends safety.
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