Personification Life - IC Part VII [open]

[Giovenith]

"Hmmm... do you know "Come In From the Firefly Darkness"?" she asked, hugging the marshmallows. "It's a funeral song in Giovenith the land, but I like it anyway."

He nodded, smiling, and began to play the song.

"Oooo, yaaaay!" she clapped her hands.

[AETEN II]

"Besides blowing shit up? Not really. I haven't ever got a chance to pursue personal interests for any period of time at all. I do enjoy hunting on occasion, but those chances and few and far between."

"Don't you have a lot of time to go hunting right now? We are on an island, and you really have no one here to tell you what to do..."

"Nah. Nothing remotely impressive or predatory. Sadly this island seems to lack vicious three meter tall carnivorous game. A shame really, as otherwise I could easily keep myself entertained."

[New Aksarben]

"Don't you have a lot of time to go hunting right now? We are on an island, and you really have no one here to tell you what to do..."

"Nah. Nothing remotely impressive or predatory. Sadly this island seems to lack vicious three meter tall carnivorous game. A shame really, as otherwise I could easily keep myself entertained."

"You should try to find a hobby, since you have nothing else to do, really." Jacob suggested. "Is there anything at all that you have wanted to do?"

[AETEN II]

"Nah. Nothing remotely impressive or predatory. Sadly this island seems to lack vicious three meter tall carnivorous game. A shame really, as otherwise I could easily keep myself entertained."

"You should try to find a hobby, since you have nothing else to do, really." Jacob suggested. "Is there anything at all that you have wanted to do?"

"Nothing I can think of. I haven't had time to think of personal hobbies or activities and spend too much time in the trenches to consider anything. There's nothing I can think of off the top of my head."

[New Aksarben]

"You should try to find a hobby, since you have nothing else to do, really." Jacob suggested. "Is there anything at all that you have wanted to do?"

"Nothing I can think of. I haven't had time to think of personal hobbies or activities and spend too much time in the trenches to consider anything. There's nothing I can think of off the top of my head."

"Have you ever tried reading a book?" He offered. "That's something that doesn't take too much time, and can be done whenever you have downtime....

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

Agent Turner was surprised that Dr. Von Eldritch had a family here. The other agents were loners, not wanting to risk attachment. She apreciated that Neil and Gretta let her stay in the guestroom. She sat alone with her thoughts with Todd dormant in her pocket. Soon things would be back on track and she would prove herself to be a competent agent.

"Oh children." Neil called from his workshop. Jenny, Robert and Swift looked up with eagerness to their father. "I made a little something for you three." he said. "Ohhh! What is it? What is it? What is it?" they chirped happily. Neil handed each of them a "Dehydration Gun". "Thanks daddy! What does it do?" Swift asked. "Well it is a bit complicated for you to understand, but it compresses objects to a quantum stasis field of a cubic inch that is easily reversed by exposure to dihydrogen monoxide." Neil said using the simplest terms he could think of, The chick only understood half of it. "So it doesn't dehydrate things, Daddy?" Jenny asked. "No, the actual dehydration ray is in the kitchen, we use it to make jerkey, dry clothes, and evaporate pools." Neil replied with a smile. "Still cool!" Robert exclaimed as the three ran outside to play with their new toys.

[Swith Witherward]

"Well i'll be sure to beat'em so that you won't have to destroy'em, and I won't have to feel sorry for them." *he chuckled. He finished off the rest of his tea.*

"We make a good team, Cornelius Thriller," she tossed her head back in pretend arrogance before giggling and crinkling her nose at him. "Okay, we have tea. Now what? Wine? Every time I turn a corner on this planet, you show me something even more exquisite than the last. You'll have to work hard to top the beautify of this tea house."

--

Naomi set out to gather people up for the return home.

[AETEN II]

"Nothing I can think of. I haven't had time to think of personal hobbies or activities and spend too much time in the trenches to consider anything. There's nothing I can think of off the top of my head."

"Have you ever tried reading a book?" He offered. "That's something that doesn't take too much time, and can be done whenever you have downtime....

Ozzall scratched his head.

"What's a book?"

[The BranRiech]

Rylli, Rachelle, and Natiya all noticed Naomi and gethered their things. Natiya and Kei both joined them after a day of bonding and generally hanging out. All had their suitcases as well with all their trinkets and clothes they purchased on Gliese.

--

Bran had spotted the raptor chicks and laughed, they seemed to be playing with some toy guns or something as he walked past on his way to join the rest of his family.

[Giovenith]

Having heard the signal to go home, Giovenith thanked Luce and ran off with the others.

[Torsiedelle]

The sisters went to gather their things and meet at he beach. Torii went to the old bunker and brought out an old trenchcoat. She also found an old bullet casing, belonging to one of her guns. She snapped a picture of the hut and met up.

Katya got dressed, gather her things, and met up quickly.

[New Aksarben]

"Have you ever tried reading a book?" He offered. "That's something that doesn't take too much time, and can be done whenever you have downtime....

Ozzall scratched his head.

"What's a book?"

JAcob looked incredulously at Ozzall. "A book is a means of conveying a story using words written on some pieces of paper, usually bound together with a cover.

[AETEN II]

Hearing the notice that they were going to finally be heading 'home', Ozzall jumped up to his feet and grabbed hi plasteel suitcase in one smooth movement before eagerly running down the beach. Keeping pace with Jacob during the run down, Ozzall responded upon reaching the point that everyone was heading to.

"Ah. We use the holonet, datapads, etc. Sometimes called 'holobooks'. Obviously this planet hasn't developed by the technology so I was thrown off. I think the Sith may have some traditional, ancient books in their academies, but otherwise everything's digital."

[New Aksarben]

Hearing the notice that they were going to finally be heading 'home', Ozzall jumped up to his feet and grabbed hi plasteel suitcase in one smooth movement before eagerly running down the beach. Keeping pace with Jacob during the run down, Ozzall responded upon reaching the point that everyone was heading to.

"Ah. We use the holonet, datapads, etc. Sometimes called 'holobooks'. Obviously this planet hasn't developed by the technology so I was thrown off. I think the Sith may have some traditional, ancient books in their academies, but otherwise everything's digital."

"Makes sense. I'm pretty sure they have begun using digital mediums to read books on this Earth. That's more common in my nation, but I personally prefer books that are on paper." Jacob replied. He grabbed his stuff before they had begun towards the area everyone was meeting at, as his had been left with Albert's things.

Albert also followed Ozzall and Jacob, but was busy thinking, and humming to himself.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

The chicks played on the beach, reducing crabs into blue shimmering cubes. Swift took one of the cubes and tossed it into the ocean where it became a crab again. "Children, get back here. we are leaving soon." Gretta called them. "But Mum! We are playing!" Swift argued.

Agent Turner relaxed sunbathing in the conservatory. She admired Gretta's collection of carnivorus plants. She had to occasionally swat the vines that crept too close for comfort. "Hey you! Care to lend a hand in the bridge?" Nevvie asked. Turner was interested, The other clones were either human or raptor, but Nevvie seemed to be a mix. "Alright." Turner snapped to attention and followed Nevvie to the Bridge room. The Console controled the Anti-Grav Engines, as well as the Vortex Manipulator Drive and the Deadlock Shield. The weapon systems and security systems were independent. "Oh, this is brilliant." Turner said excited and looked at the console and then out the windows. "Keep the life support online as I pull us through a wormhole. Got it?" Nevvie asked and pointed to the needed controls. "Acknowledged, Commander Nevvie." Turner confirmed and prepared for the journey. "When you are in here, call me Captain. I may be a Commanding Agent, but captain has a better ring to it. Don't you think?" Nevvie said. "Alright Captian Nevvie." Turner replied.

[Germanic Templars]

"Well i'll be sure to beat'em so that you won't have to destroy'em, and I won't have to feel sorry for them." *he chuckled. He finished off the rest of his tea.*

"We make a good team, Cornelius Thriller," she tossed her head back in pretend arrogance before giggling and crinkling her nose at him. "Okay, we have tea. Now what? Wine? Every time I turn a corner on this planet, you show me something even more exquisite than the last. You'll have to work hard to top the beautify of this tea house."

--

Naomi set out to gather people up for the return home.

"Swith, I don't have to do a thing, it's the people who built them, they add in their own taste in stuff for the most part. For example, if we were to stumble upon an Islamic city in the 11th district, it would look to how their religious culture would reflect. Anyway, I guess we get the wine."

"Not until you pay!" *The man said.*

"Don't worry, I planned on paying." *he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few coins for payment.*

[The BranRiech]

The chicks played on the beach, reducing crabs into blue shimmering cubes. Swift took one of the cubes and tossed it into the ocean where it became a crab again. "Children, get back here. we are leaving soon." Gretta called them. "But Mum! We are playing!" Swift argued.

"Heya, kids!" Bran walked over, deciding that he had a few minutes to spare with his friend's children. "What'cha all doing?" He chuckled and crouched down to the sands of the beach they were using as a play area.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

The chicks played on the beach, reducing crabs into blue shimmering cubes. Swift took one of the cubes and tossed it into the ocean where it became a crab again. "Children, get back here. we are leaving soon." Gretta called them. "But Mum! We are playing!" Swift argued.

"Heya, kids!" Bran walked over, deciding that he had a few minutes to spare with his friend's children. "What'cha all doing?" He chuckled and crouched down to the sands of the beach they were using as a play area.

"Playing with the guns Daddy made for us." Jenny answered showing off her toy proudly.

[The BranRiech]

"Playing with the guns Daddy made for us." Jenny answered showing off her toy proudly.

"Huh." Bran nodded enthusiastically, like an uncle or something. "Cool toys, what do they shoot, darts or something?" He asked with his knowledge of common kids toys.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Playing with the guns Daddy made for us." Jenny answered showing off her toy proudly.

"Huh." Bran nodded enthusiastically, like an uncle or something. "Cool toys, what do they shoot, darts or something?" He asked with his knowledge of common kids toys.

"Something with quan-tum com-press-ion....It makes things into neat little glowy cubes." Robert tried to explain then just shot a large boulder. A stream of blue enery shot out and reduced the boulder to a cube one inch in size within a second.

[Swith Witherward]

"Swith, I don't have to do a thing, it's the people who built them, they add in their own taste in stuff for the most part. For example, if we were to stumble upon an Islamic city in the 11th district, it would look to how their religious culture would reflect. Anyway, I guess we get the wine."

"Not until you pay!" *The man said.*

"Don't worry, I planned on paying." *he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few coins for payment.*

"Thank you for the very good tea," Swith smiled at the man.

She looked back at the flying car and was suddenly very glad she'd chosen the larger one instead of the coupe. "How much do you think we can get in there?" she asked Thriller. "Or should we just ship stuff back to the palace for the voyage to Earth? When I buy wine, I buy a lot if it was a particularly good year for the grapes. It keeps."

--

Naomi shooed everyone onto the beach with the others and Minerva went around the island and gathered the stragglers.

"Drop ship will be here any moment," Minerva said. "Is everyone here?" She conducted a head count and gave them a few minutes to wrap up their conversations as the drop ship appeared in the sky.

[The BranRiech]

"Something with quan-tum com-press-ion....It makes things into neat little glowy cubes." Robert tried to explain then just shot a large boulder. A stream of blue enery shot out and reduced the boulder to a cube one inch in size within a second.

Bran watched with awe, he walked over and picked up the cube. "So how does it do that, and what does it do with the mass that was displaced? Is this even possible? Can things be changed back as well?" He was on rapid fire with his questions, realizing he was close enough to the 'going-home' group to stay and talk before he left.

He walked a few feet over so he could be taken home as well, still talking to the chicks though.

[Giovenith]

"Time to go hooooooome!" cheered Giovenith, waiting for the ship with the others.

[Swith Witherward]

Change of Venue.

There's no place like home... The dropship collected everyone from the beach and sped off towards home. “Home”. The word never sounded so good. “If you look out the windows on the right, you’ll see Bielefeld,” Dr. Smith’s voice said over the cabin’s speakers. “We’ll have a better view once we settle over the beach.” The ship slowly circled the city, offering everyone a view of it. Different districts stood out from each other yet everything melded together to fashion the city into one twinkling jewel. They flew over the Industrial District, which gave them a different view of DownTown across the river and the Government District beyond it before finally coming to hover near the Strip (Market) District. The ship set down on the beach, but their arrival hadn’t gone unnoticed. Fireworks illuminated the skyline as citizens expressed their appreciation of the their Defenders’ return. The sand on the beach reflected the vibrant red, blue, violet and silver flare of the chrysanthemums blossoming overhead. The people hadn’t forgotten all the times the Building Residents had come to their aid, nor did they forget that their lives had been repaired with the help of some of those residents and their people. Fire engines and police cars blasted their horns and let loose their sirens as word spread. Windows were flung wide and people cheered; it became a roar to rival any sports stadium on earth or beyond. The fireworks revealed the main street of the Strip District which was close to the beach itself. Thriller’s walking gun squatted in a public park which bordered the seaside. Memorial Park was further down the road to the left where a giant giraffe sculpture lifted its graceful head (and tongue) to the night skies. This was where Dora’s memorial would be held. To the right, the tree-lined Subabsurdus Street joined with the main street… and the Building quietly sat there on the corner, waiting for them to return. The grounds had been restored, and the woods still formed the backdrop in the back garden. In that rear yard was the pavilion which Minerva had stood on when they’d first taken refuge in Tent City. Even Bran’s hangar had been replaced at the very top of the Building. Citizens had set small fabric flags at the edge of the front lawn for those Building Residents with known nations. Others had left small notes or candles as an expression of their gratitude. Neighbors, who normally lamented all the noise and supernatural nonsense stemming from the Building, came out of their homes to applaud the Defenders, and clapped them on the back or shook their hands. O.C. Demens, their landlord, stood on the front steps to hand them each a key to the front door as well as their apartment keys. The Building was restored inside, and the Lobby greeted them. Thriller’s Thinking Bench, the phone booth, the different doors leading down to the Bomb Shelter and the Chaos Apartment, the flight of stairs leading up to the communal kitchen and dining room… all of it was there. Brand new. Sparkling. Home. The Defenders would, of course, need to set up their own apartments and furnishings again. The noise lasted a while longer before the good people of Bielefeld came to their senses and went back to their lives. Quiet was restored again.

Offline Players: Your characters were moved to the Building. You're standing in the lobby with your keys. Pick up from there, please. The Raptors/House are moving under their own power (there's a lovely vacant lot next door!)

The Building is located where the #1 is.

[Torsiedelle]

Torii looked down at the civilians and felt sick.

"I'm no hero. I don't want people cheering for me.", She said.

Katya, on the other hand, was flattered.