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OOC Goals over the next few weeks
Now that school has wrapped for the summer the goals of this and the other Xeno rps are as follows.
1.) Post more.
2.) Finish what plots are left and put some bows on these for those still interested
3.) Begin work on new plots with any players still interested
4.) Begin the search for new blood interested in joining the rp.
Hope to see many of you soon and I’m excited for a summer of rp!
Orientation: A Day in the Rain
The device leads you down the winding halls, sliding you through the brushed steel alleyways, dark wooded office halls, and florescent lit work spaces full of flickering lights slide by. All the while you hear the sound of rain beating against the building, the torrent’s pitch growing as you move.
Originally posted by understardust
You reach an atrium and a pair of double doors. Rain beats against them in volleys like sling bullets. Beyond you see a lanky man standing in the parking lot in the pouring rain.
“Your destination is beyond these doors” says the now feminine voice
Kurt pauses at the doors and looks at the man before swallowing and pushing them both open and as if via instinct rushes towards the man. He stands in front of him in short order. The rain has drenched him but he gives a small smile just the same in greeting.
“Pro-professor?” he asks in his German accent.
“Guten Tag herr...”
“Wagner!” he says staring at the screen on his wrist. Good to see someone’s here! Unfortunate about the rain but it’s good to see you’ve made it! Ohh also I guess the watches work!”
Orientation: A Day in the Rain
It’s not like she has a choice. There’s an arrow. And her wrist throbs. The bracelet doesn’t come off. There’s static and a pulse and the arrow.
So she follows it.
What is she doing? it thinks as she gawks down at him.
It’s like she can’t understand words
he wills an arrow onto the screen and she follows,
Excellent
”What are you Miss Cain?” it mumbles in garbled tones, it’s arrow leading through the winding complex, brushed steel walls with high mounted glass eyes and embedded doors sliding past as workmen amble and hustle on by. All the while the drumming sound of rain thrums through the walls, growing as she follows his arrows towards their goal…
She pulls away, the band seems to murmur.
She can’t make out what it’s supposed to be yet. She can’t hear anything over the sound of rain and the people around her. Her head spins as she tries to discern where she is heading.
The arrow keeps shifting and she keeps following, running headfirst into whatever it has planned for her. She doesn’t think too much about it. It’s straightforward: a mystery. One that she has to solve.
You look up from your stupor as you feel the cold deluge of rain begin to come down on you. Apparently the parking lot is where this odd device has led you to or at least shorted out in the process of trying to get you to. The rain flies down in volleys like sling stones, painting the whole area in a grey haze that conceals even Lake Okeechobe no more than a 100 yards away.
In the distance though you can see a man standing in the middle of the downpour, a tall lanky man with a smiling disposition and what seems to be a complete disregard for the rain coming down around him or the obvious death of cold he’ll catch standing there in it.
Orientation: A Day in the Rain
The watch snaps on and you feel something prick the back of your wrist, a radiant glow activates on screen.
Originally posted by buzzfeedceleb
Another one. It mused
Originally posted by inspirationmobile
Instructions appear on screen, a map guiding you through the building.
“Follow the path to reach your destination.” it says as the arrow points down the hall.
Kurt smiled to himself. ‘Cool’ he thought again. He turned and opened his door. Out in the hall curiously he began to follow the instructions given to him from the sleek piece of technology.
The device leads you down the winding halls, sliding you through the brushed steel alleyways, dark wooded office halls, and florescent lit work spaces full of flickering lights slide by. All the while you hear the sound of rain beating against the building, the torrent’s pitch growing as you move.
You reach an atrium and a pair of double doors. Rain beats against them in volleys like sling bullets. Beyond you see a lanky man standing in the parking lot in the pouring rain.
“Your destination is beyond these doors” says the now feminine voice
Orientation: A Day in the Rain
The other box was small, no bigger than a phone, the sides painted with a small red cross on a white field. On one side sits a screen with a warning that reads, “Ingest when experiencing bodily harm. For emergency use only.”
Inside you find what seems to be a clip of lozenges, the long white ovules loaded one on top of another as if awaiting dispensation.
Kurt inspected the clip of lozenges briefly before slipping them in his pocket. He smiled and then reached eagerly for the bracelet, which he snapped on without hesitation now. ‘It really was sleek’ thought the blue elf as he fingered one of the nobs.
The watch snaps on and you feel something prick the back of your wrist, a radiant glow activates on screen.
Orientation: A Day in the Rain
Inside the box seems to be not much at all, a bracelet and a small black box with a red cross on it are all that seems to be inside.
Kurt picked up and examined the bracelet briefly, ‘Cool’ he thought. He couldn’t wait to try it on but first he decided to satify his curiousity about the other container. So, he set the bracelet on the counter next to the box he’d found it in and then eagerly opened the other box.
The other box was small, no bigger than a phone, the sides painted with a small red cross on a white field. On one side sits a screen with a warning that reads, “Ingest when experiencing bodily harm. For emergency use only.”
Inside you find what seems to be a clip of lozenges, the long white ovules loaded one on top of another as if awaiting dispensation.
Orientation: A Day in the Rain
The box was- not there before.
Right?
She can’t remember. In her memory, she only sees the people who brought her to her room, the way their bodies said hello. The way they held her hands and made her understand she would be- safe. The box was not part of that.
After shepherding the box into her room with a kick, she closed the door. It was unassuming. Innocent. Crouching down over it, she paused before beginning to open the box haphazardly.
Inside the box seems to be not much at all, a bracelet and a small black box with a red cross on it are all that seems to be inside.
She doesn’t know what she was expecting, but what’s inside the box doesn’t impress her. There’s something, a high-tech bracelet of some sort and another box.
She doesn’t like machines. Never has. They’ve always felt soulless to her. But something compels her to pick up the bracelet and put it on.
Carefully picking the littler box, she holds it eye-level before opening it.
The box doesn’t seem to be much, a small black steel affair wrapped in some sort of plastic or exotic material knitted together. On one side is a symbol like a red cross within a thin red circle, beneath this is the phrase, “In case of injury, press button and ingest”. On the top of the case is a small black button.
As you examine you feel the bracelet scratch against your wrist as you put it on, the screen lighting up for a moment soon after.
a corona flashes across the screen for a moment followed by box text.
Welcome Agent Cass, follow instructions below.
She regretted it already, trying to shake it off of her hand. It scratched, not enough to hurt, but enough to announce it’s presence.
Like an intruder, unwanted.
And there were words. Words again. Big blocky letters that made her sulk.. Angered at the whole situation, Cass tried to rip off the bracelet.
“Processing.” it announces as the screen pulses.
an arrow appears on screen, aiming down the hall.
Orientation: A Day in the Rain
The box was- not there before.
Right?
She can’t remember. In her memory, she only sees the people who brought her to her room, the way their bodies said hello. The way they held her hands and made her understand she would be- safe. The box was not part of that.
After shepherding the box into her room with a kick, she closed the door. It was unassuming. Innocent. Crouching down over it, she paused before beginning to open the box haphazardly.
Inside the box seems to be not much at all, a bracelet and a small black box with a red cross on it are all that seems to be inside.
She doesn’t know what she was expecting, but what’s inside the box doesn’t impress her. There’s something, a high-tech bracelet of some sort and another box.
She doesn’t like machines. Never has. They’ve always felt soulless to her. But something compels her to pick up the bracelet and put it on.
Carefully picking the littler box, she holds it eye-level before opening it.
The box doesn’t seem to be much, a small black steel affair wrapped in some sort of plastic or exotic material knitted together. On one side is a symbol like a red cross within a thin red circle, beneath this is the phrase, “In case of injury, press button and ingest”. On the top of the case is a small black button.
As you examine you feel the bracelet scratch against your wrist as you put it on, the screen lighting up for a moment soon after.
a corona flashes across the screen for a moment followed by box text.
Welcome Agent Cass, follow instructions below.
Orientation: A Day in the Rain
Sitting beside your front door is a box the words Xeno Training: Basic Gear stenciled across the front. An invoice slip with the name Kurt Wagner is scrawled across the front.
The door hit something an stopped causing Kurt to look down. He noticed the box and then looked back up curiously. Before bending down to pick it up. He shut the door with his tail. And went back in his room to check out what was in the box.
Inside the box seems to be not much at all, a bracelet and a small black box with a red cross on it are all that seems to be inside.
third person makes me cringe so badly
It doesn’t make me cringe but I do feel it’s kind of limiting in an rp setting since it means you have to put all your exposition, direction, and description through the eyes and mouth of whatever character you are playing or through a less active narrator which isn’t always the best. That said I think all perspective narrative has its place depending on what your aim is.
Orientation: A Day in the Rain
The box was- not there before.
Right?
She can’t remember. In her memory, she only sees the people who brought her to her room, the way their bodies said hello. The way they held her hands and made her understand she would be- safe. The box was not part of that.
After shepherding the box into her room with a kick, she closed the door. It was unassuming. Innocent. Crouching down over it, she paused before beginning to open the box haphazardly.
Inside the box seems to be not much at all, a bracelet and a small black box with a red cross on it are all that seems to be inside.
Orientation: A Day in the Rain
The static image plays across your phone. Outpost Alpha, the sun playing across the burnished steel and beige concrete sides while the waters of Lake Okechobee sparkle like a mirror in the afternoon sun.
Unfortunately those days seem to be long past, the cool of fall making having settled in and the endless torrent of rain making itself comfortable over the looming base on the edge of the lake. For weeks it has been like this and with you and many of your new classmates awaiting the beginning of training and further, “Entrance Interviews” for the program the rain has not helped. Luckily today that seems to have changed, you hear a knock at the door and a rustle from beyond.
She looks around slowly for the source of the sharp rap, before her eyes rested on the door.
Walking over, she pressed her ear silently to the wood, trying to get any idea of what was waiting for her before she opened the door. There was- nothing.
Not the footsteps of people walking away nor the breath of a waiting visitor, nothing. The door blocked it all out. Slowly, she reached out and opened it, peering through the crack.
The door slides open with a hiss of hydrolics and sliding metal.
Sitting beside your front door is a box the words Xeno Training: Basic Gear stenciled across the front. An invoice slip with the name Cass? is scrawled across the front.
Orientation: A Day in the Rain
The static image plays across your phone. Outpost Alpha, the sun playing across the burnished steel and beige concrete sides while the waters of Lake Okechobee sparkle like a mirror in the afternoon sun.
Originally posted by understardust
Unfortunately those days seem to be long past, the cool of fall making having settled in and the endless torrent of rain making itself comfortable over the looming base on the edge of the lake. For weeks it has been like this and with you and many of your new classmates awaiting the beginning of training and further, “Entrance Interviews” for the program the rain has not helped. Luckily today that seems to have changed, you hear a knock at the door and a rustle from beyond.
Upon hearing the knock, Kurt walks to the door and only just pauses for a moment before opening it and peeking his head out.
“Hello?”
Sitting beside your front door is a box the words Xeno Training: Basic Gear stenciled across the front. An invoice slip with the name Kurt Wagner is scrawled across the front.
Orientation: A Day in the Rain
The static image plays across your phone. Outpost Alpha, the sun playing across the burnished steel and beige concrete sides while the waters of Lake Okechobee sparkle like a mirror in the afternoon sun.
Unfortunately those days seem to be long past, the cool of fall making having settled in and the endless torrent of rain making itself comfortable over the looming base on the edge of the lake. For weeks it has been like this and with you and many of your new classmates awaiting the beginning of training and further, “Entrance Interviews” for the program the rain has not helped. Luckily today that seems to have changed, you hear a knock at the door and a rustle from beyond.
The Abandoned Place pt. 3: All We Have to Fear is Ourselves || AXT Field Trip
The boy simply shook his head at what Kori had to say. He knew she was only trying to help, but deep down, he couldn’t believe what she was trying to say. Of course he knew. He had to have known. Ever since Roy had met Odyssey, he only seemed to be interested in playing games and screwing with the student’s minds.
Why had he even thought it would be a good idea to come to this place? Whatever this place even was. Having no clue whatsoever of where they were only made everything worse for him. Was this even real? Or was it just a figment of Roy’s imagination? He had no idea, and it was infuriating.
“He knew. Hell, for all we know, he chose for this to happen.” Roy pinched the bridge of his nose with his left hand, still not wanting to use his newly acquired right arm, and let out a breath. “And I assume now he’s just going to assume we can figure this out on our own? No help whatsoever?” He glanced around once more, looking for nothing in particular. Letting out a sarcastic, angered laugh, Roy shook his head. “Of course he is. That’s what he always does.”
“We- we can’t know that, Roy” she said concern flooding her voice.
She was worried for her friend. Roy could take a lot but this… this was a heavy cross to bear especially since Kori’s mind was forming a theory. She licked her lips before she spoke.
“Roy” she started. “We-we’re supposed to be looking for something we’ve lost right, well- well you’ve already found it.. or its found you” she said imploringly. “Its just…” she trailed off not wanting to ask him how he was supposed to let go. How was she supposed to ask him something like that. It wasn’t fair and she couldn’t stand to look at him so she looked down letting her red hair act as a curtain.
You feel the dirt beneath your new nails as you rest your old hand in the grass, the quiet breeze billowing over the grass. You can hear the wind whistle through the old windows behind you but outside of this all is still quiet.
Cass closes her eyes, presses down on wherever her hands land. [Project: The Only We Have to Fear ]
A large keypad appears, showing the English alphabet from A to Z.
“Please enter password” says the voice again, feminine and restrained
aoe sdlfu egea dofs eiel mlsu mlsu dlfu agea aleu misl eoes eiel mgsa dcfl rors eoes dgfa agea mgsa ecel rgra mlsu aleu rors mlsu aoes aiel misl eiel aoes aleu mlsu
Appears along the bottom of the screen.
She’s not- She’s not ready for this.
Regular words, they swim around. They don’t stay still. These are not- regular words. Right? She can’t quite keep them in place. It’s just another way to make her feel inadequate. Wrong. Copying them down, she tries to replicate what she’s done before, but it doesn’t work.
Angrily, she slams her hand across the screen, button-mashing.
The words glow brightly on screen and the feminine voice speaks again,
“Password incorrect Ms. Cain.”
A word begins to etch itself across the top of the touch input, lining up with the 5 digit columns of the keyboard. As the letters appear the world begins to become fuzzy, an indigo haze distorting detail as the world contorts around you…
You find yourself standing beside an abandoned building, its face covered in ivy. A young man sits in the grass beside an orange skinned girl, her hair like flame. They both stare at the young man’s right arm, flexing it as if he had never seen his hand before. In the distance the monitor burns with indigo light…
You’re in the training facility. The place where you trained, will train to become a member of the AXT team. It’s like a place you have been but haven’t yet gone. Off in a distant corner the monitor continues to glow…
You stand on the catwalks of the Broom Closets library, the forest of tomes stretching on forever in all directions. On the ground below you see the monitor again, it’s screen almost burning with the pale indigo light…
You are back in Ulysses office, sitting in those old comfy chairs. Birds chirp outside the windows and boats pass by on Lake Okeechobee and cars move along the highway like tiny specks. The monitor sits on the side of the road, its screen’s light radiating from the screen…
You’re back in the hall to of the broom closet where all of this started. The books sit silently, still in disarray after the lanky professor’s fall from the heavens. The monitor is closer now than it’s ever been, back where it was just in front of Ulysses’ office door. The screen burns with indigo light like the heat of the sun.
“Remember, the answers we seek are often in our…”
You wake up, the moon hovering quietly outside the window to your dorm. The waves lapping against Lake Okeechobee outside your window in the quiet of the night. It’s as if you never left your room, like it was all a…
Cass closes her eyes, presses down on wherever her hands land. [Project: The Only We Have to Fear ]
A large keypad appears, showing the English alphabet from A to Z.
“Please enter password” says the voice again, feminine and restrained
aoe sdlfu egea dofs eiel mlsu mlsu dlfu agea aleu misl eoes eiel mgsa dcfl rors eoes dgfa agea mgsa ecel rgra mlsu aleu rors mlsu aoes aiel misl eiel aoes aleu mlsu
Appears along the bottom of the screen.
