Roleplay's D-List

A catch-all blog for minor RP characters who haven't earned a full blog of their own. ((Run by AskApSec))

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*has a feeling things will finally be improving for him and hums Life's a Happy Song as he heads back to his room*

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✣, ✬, ✱

✣- physical disability/disadvantage (Bast): Lacks opposable thumbs

✬- something minor they enjoy (Bast): Warm pipes/vents.

✱- something/someone who plays a part in a fantasy (Matt): He daydreams that some day George Lucas will give him a call and say he's perfect for the reboot of Indiana Jones.

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✦ ❋ ✫ ✭ ✰

✦- Fatal Flaw (Matt): A tendency to try and mug for the cameras or play to the "audience" when he should be paying attention to what's going on around him.

❋- Belief they have (Matt): That it's possible to win and that eventually this will all be over and he can move on with his life/career.

✫- Pet Peeve (Bast): People who clean up after themselves and remember to put all the food away.

✭- Obscure interest (Bast): Metronomes. Very hypnotic.

✰- Weird thing they want to try or have tried (Matt): He ate a fried tarantula once, although he didn't know what it was until after. It didn't stay eaten for long.

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⋆ Detailed Headcanon Prompter! ⋆

⋆ : Minor personality flaw or quirk

✢ : Physical advantage

✣ : Physical disability/disadvantage

✦ : Fatal flaw

✧ : Mental or emotional strength

❋ : Belief they have

✩ : Belief they've questioned/struggled with

✪ : Critique they have about others

✫ : Pet peeve

✬ : Something minor they enjoy

✭ : An obscure interest

✮ : A moral standard

✯ : Way they could see themselves dying

✰ : Weird thing they want to try or have tried

★ : A socially unacceptable thought they've had

✱ : Someone or something who or that has played a part in a fantasy or daydream

✲ : Something or someone they down right hate

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Ginger Animal of the Week

Caracal / Desert Lynx (Caracal caracal)

Photos  |   [1] Caracal by Sandra Metzbauer  |  [2] by Annafur  |  [3]  Tiny little kitten by Andreas Jansrud

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((Awesome art of Matt being stalked by Bast. Many thanks to the lovely Amy (aka Aperture Packrats) for the picture. She's taking commissions, gang, go inundate her!))

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Bast trotted down the hall, alert for trouble even though she hadn't encountered any for a while. Relaxing her guard would be an invitation for something to start. The foodthings had been managing their own patrols, she knew. It was no business of hers, of course, although she approved of it in a distant sort of way. Foodthings who stayed alert were less likely to become food.

She debated changing course to go meet up with The Provider. It would be nice to hear a friendly voice to break the tedium. A quick shortcut through the twisty spaces behind a loose panel and then she was slithering out into a corridor with more people in it. She sat down and curled her tail over her toes. The Provider would be along soon enough.

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Guardian

Bast wasn't sure how she'd come to be responsible for an entire colony of foodthings. At first it had simply been a case of her refusing to eat them, but then they'd somehow caught on to that and started doing favors for her, so it felt right to do favors for them and now she was helping to patrol the halls to make sure that no Whitecoats found the set of rooms that the foodthings had claimed for themselves.

Away from the strict control of the Whitecoats the foodthings had thrived. They were even beginning to develop individual characteristics. Some were still the basic pattern of fluffy and yellow, but others were growing in actual feathers in a variety of colors and patterns. Some had longer legs. Others had sharper beaks. Bast didn't really care, except that it made them easier to tell apart. It was also something the Whitecoats wouldn't have liked and that made it even better as far as she was concerned. The foodthings seemed to manage pretty well on their own, but it was safer for Bast to be seen and she'd gotten good at luring unsuspecting humans away from the colony. It earned her scritches and treats from the humans and alerts to trouble in other parts of the facility from the foodthings. All in all it was a very satisfactory arrangement.

The only snarl in her fur was that she didn't know if she should show The Provider what was happening. Having a human help out would make the fetching and carrying of supplies much, much easier, just for a start, but Bast also understood that The Provider enforced some kind of rules system and she wasn't sure where the foodthings fell on that balance. True, she'd sometimes seen her deliberately dropping crumbs near vents, but she could just as easily be setting traps as trying to help. Bast washed her shoulder and decided that she didn't need to decide anything just yet. Maybe once the foodthings started nesting...

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((Done.))

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((Still toying with visuals for Matt. It's a tossup between the above pic by mister-dragonspit and the one below by yanyu.))

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Surviving Aperture, part 2

The cafeteria was empty. Probably not much of a surprise, given the quality of the food. Matt grabbed a tray and found a seat at one of the tables nearest a camera. He hoped he wasn't missing something important like an immunity challenge or a rewards round. He ate the bland meatstuff without grimacing too much- didn't want to look like a sissy in front of the audience- and vowed that one of his first side projects would be to locate a cache of real food. There had to be hidden drops or secret challenges or something that would give him something better to eat than "reconstituted animal-based proteins" or whatever the little server robot had called this stuff.

The water had a weird metallic taste, but it was safer than the colored powders you could add to it. The biohazard symbol on the packets was probably a joke, but he wasn't going to take any chances just yet. He scooped up a spoonful of "wheat by-products" and swallowed it before he could change his mind. It had most definitely not hissed at him. Either that was his imagination or they had hidden speakers somewhere projecting sounds. Psychological warfare. Tch! As if he'd fall for anything that lame! He took a big gulp of water to wash the taste from his mouth. Or at least replace it with something else.

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Surviving Aperture

Matt kept his smile firmly in place and even managed-mostly- not to limp. This last round of "testing" had been particularly brutal, but he'd won through in the end. Maybe he could play the audience for a sympathy angle... although appearing weak wasn't always a good sign on shows like this. He'd decide on that later. For now all he wanted to do was make it to the cafeteria for a well-deserved meal and maybe a chance to get a feel for some of his fellow contestants.

The secrecy surrounding the production of Surviving Aperture was downright ridiculous. They'd even knocked him out before bringing him in so he wouldn't know where he was! Their commitment to realism was absolute, too; it was almost like that Jim Carey movie from ages back where everyone and everything was hellbent on pretending it was really real and not just a TV show. He snorted. If that's how they wanted to play the game, he could go along with that!

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Introducing: Matt Black

Name: Matt Black Age: 21 Occupation: Test subject Actor Appearance: middling-tall, a little soft around the middle, mixed heritage (good for playing multiple ethnic roles), dark shaggy hair (no ponytail) and eyes.

Matt is from Burnaby, BC and is a recent graduate of Simon Fraser University. He’s appeared as an extra on shows like Intelligence and Cold Squad. He currently believes he’s on a Survivor-esque series with a scifi twist called Surviving Aperture. Absolutely nothing can convince him this isn’t true. He thinks this will be his big break into “proper” American television.

Matt is very upbeat, even when he isn’t “playing to the audience.” It’s hard to get him down and he doesn’t stay down for long. Because of his beliefs he never takes the dangers of Aperture seriously, but thus far he’s managed to sail through everything with hardly a scratch. He has a laundry list of skills he claims to have mastered, but his main talent seems to be pure damn luck. He’s gradually getting better at solving test chambers, but he’s nowhere near as good as he claims to be.

He’s easy to get along with and seems to be a good-hearted person, but sometimes it’s hard to tell how much of what he projects is really him and how much is him acting (not that he’s great at that, either). He chose “Black” as a last name to make his first sound cooler. Not sure yet what his original surname was.

((Picture is just a placeholder by yanyu til I find something better.))

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((Hmm, I wonder if Bast could sneak in and shred everything of Marine's that wasn't the frilly gown.))

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((Smoke curls from Bast's nostrils. She watches it, curious. There's an inner heat she didn't have before. She purrs in contentment. Her next encounter with the Monster should go much better...))

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Bast trots through her domain, checking to ensure that all is well. Thus far there are no vermin loose, other than a human rat or two. There is some rustling in the vents, but her nose tells her it's just foodthings on the move and she has no interest in them. This is a good night. Her tail flicks in approval.