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by Lara Monia » Wed Feb 03, 2021 3:03 pm
by Mountainus » Wed Feb 03, 2021 3:24 pm
Lara Monia wrote:...
"I... I'd help but... I don't think I could. I didn't pay much attention attention in history class because, well, everyone is history is kinda awful..." she paused and had a nervous laugh as she glanced around the others from other time periods, "Ha, no offense..." she paused a second at the Confederate. "Ok maybe some offense..." before looking back down at her feet. "So unless they had computers and video games back then and I could distract them with a livesteam, I think I'd be more of a hinderance than a help."
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by Alcona and Hubris » Wed Feb 03, 2021 5:41 pm
by Europa Undivided » Wed Feb 03, 2021 6:30 pm
After a momentary pause she pivoted on her heels, turning to Leona, "Alright, show me to your disquieted Dane! And get the sedatives ready if you don't have them already."
“Those who cannot conceive Friendship as a substantive love but only as a disguise or elaboration of Eros betray the fact that they have never had a Friend." - C.S. Lewis
“War is cringe." - Moon Tzu, the Art of Peace
by Nagakawa » Wed Feb 03, 2021 10:42 pm
by Demencia » Thu Feb 04, 2021 1:25 am
by Voxija » Thu Feb 04, 2021 3:10 pm
Dyelli Beybi wrote:"Computer!" she said, abruptly switching to address the machine, "Lay in a course for somewhere in Thessaly, midnight, 3rd of July, 371 BC. Try to put us down, somewhere discrete, near a suitable farm. We're going horse rustling!"
"Yes Ms. Brown," the computer responded. There was a lurch and the windows around the ship flicked from showing the void of space to an undefinable luminous whiteness that, after a few moments began to fade away, one pinprick of light at a time, fading back into a view of the planet. It would be easy to think nothing had changed. If you did, you would be wrong.
"Hmm," Hannah commented, her eyebrows raised, "I'd expected more drama."
After a momentary pause she pivoted on her heels, turning to Leona, "Alright, show me to your disquietened Dane! And get the sedatives ready if you don't have them already."
by Dyelli Beybi » Thu Feb 04, 2021 6:05 pm
Nagakawa wrote:Kang Jae-hyun
...
“Don’t mind if I do, I’ll just follow along”, he said, weaving between Jay and Jean. “My name’s Dương, by the way. Any of you got a cigarette to spare?”
Lara Monia wrote:Emily Wilson
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Emily sat with her knees pulled to her chest. She hadn't really gotten over her situation, but she'd accepted that it wasn't going to change. Whatever the machine had done to their bodies to fix them had staved off the physical withdraw from the pills, but the psychological need was still strong. She felt so useless compared to everyone. Why was she here? She wasn't a soldier, she didn't know how to fight.
"I... I'd help but... I don't think I could. I didn't pay much attention attention in history class because, well, everyone is history is kinda awful..." she paused and had a nervous laugh as she glanced around the others from other time periods, "Ha, no offense..." she paused a second at the Confederate. "Ok maybe some offense..." before looking back down at her feet. "So unless they had computers and video games back then and I could distract them with a livesteam, I think I'd be more of a hinderance than a help."
Western Fardelshufflestein wrote:Heins Alfsen
...
He tore his hand away from Leona's and hurried to the far side, where the wall was. He pounded on it, slammed the palms of his hands into it. It felt cool, like metal, and smooth, hard. Was it metal? What was it? "YRSA! Please, please be here, please, please, someone, please Yrsa, please, Yrsa, please, Yrsa, please, please, please...."
by UniversalCommons » Thu Feb 04, 2021 7:53 pm
by Western Fardelshufflestein » Thu Feb 04, 2021 9:42 pm
The Western Fardelshufflestein Sentinel | 27 November 2022 bUt wHy iS tHE rUm gOnE!?
by Mountainus » Thu Feb 04, 2021 10:34 pm
Western Fardelshufflestein wrote:"Who is Yrsa?"
He looked, up, panted, stared through strands of sweaty hair. How could he say anything? He didn't know what to say. His mouth didn't work--. "You're not her," he gasped. "You're not her, you're not her, you're not her."
Shaking, he stumbled forward a few steps, into this strange person. A woman, wearing the same clothes he was. She was in men's clothing, this was wrong, this was all wrong.
"YOU'RE NOT HER!" He pushed her away, the force of it sending his back into the wall. He thrashed, shouting wordlessly, not even needing to make any sense now. He felt someone trying to touch him; he pulled away, violently, seething and hissing and continuing to scream.
by Demencia » Fri Feb 05, 2021 4:21 pm
Demencia wrote:Miriam von Donnersberg
Based on what information was available, Miriam assembled an outfit to fit into the time period. She would not dress as a peasant girl, that was both below her station and also not a very practical use of her skills in combat. Instead, she tied up her hair and tucked it inside the open faced helmet. Wie unpraktisch... she thought. She lost her eye wearing a helmet that offered far more protection than this did. After that incident, she changed from the open-faced hounskull to a more secure great helm. It had her a little nervous about this helmet, but it was all they had at the time so she didn't have a choice.
The actual armor itself was also comparatively lackluster. It was only a breastplate with the appearance of muscles formed into it, with no protection for the arms or neck. Was haben sie ihnen dabei gedacht? The underlayer was decent, but not enough to warrant forgoing the protection of plate. The sword was interesting, shorter than she was used to but curved to allow better use from horseback. It would serve its purpose at least.
She emerged from her room dressed the part, though visibly displeased with the situation. "Was sind unsere Pseudonyme? Ich bezweifle, dass viele Männer als griechische Antike namens Miriam waren."In order of appearance:
How impractical
What were they thinking?
"What are our aliases? I doubt many men were named Miriam in ancient Greece."
by Alcona and Hubris » Fri Feb 05, 2021 4:42 pm
by Voxija » Fri Feb 05, 2021 5:50 pm
"Everyone who isn't helping in here, go and get changed! And please, please, please try to make yourself look like a believable person from the period. We can't afford to stand out too much. Ask the computer if you need help."
She emerged from her room dressed the part, though visibly displeased with the situation. "Was sind unsere Pseudonyme? Ich bezweifle, dass viele Männer als griechische Antike namens Miriam waren."
by Western Fardelshufflestein » Fri Feb 05, 2021 6:07 pm
The Western Fardelshufflestein Sentinel | 27 November 2022 bUt wHy iS tHE rUm gOnE!?
by Europa Undivided » Fri Feb 05, 2021 6:23 pm
He smiles at Leona as he would a pretty nurse. Then he looks back at Hannah, " As a medical professional I recommend we put him to sleep and allow him to wake in more normal surroundings, such as a real bed not a pseudo-coffin. It might help lead to am more cognitive reawakening and response...or not...but we can put him in a more controlled environment than this apparently never ending source of new souls." He sweeps his hand to indicate the other, yet unopened cells.
"YOU'RE NOT HER!" He pushed her away, the force of it sending his back into the wall. He thrashed, shouting wordlessly, not even needing to make any sense now. He felt someone trying to touch him; he pulled away, violently, seething and hissing and continuing to scream.
“Hey, no worries, mate”, Jay replied Jean sheepishly, following him along to wherever it was that the loud Danish noises were coming. “I, uh, take it that we’re gonna have to defuse a situation?”
“Don’t mind if I do, I’ll just follow along”, he said, weaving between Jay and Jean. “My name’s Dương, by the way. Any of you got a cigarette to spare?”
“Those who cannot conceive Friendship as a substantive love but only as a disguise or elaboration of Eros betray the fact that they have never had a Friend." - C.S. Lewis
“War is cringe." - Moon Tzu, the Art of Peace
by Voxija » Fri Feb 05, 2021 6:50 pm
Western Fardelshufflestein wrote:Teng Nuan
"I'm Albert."
A man was speaking over her shoulder. She turned, craning her neck slightly, not leaving the yellow-haired man's side.
"So, what is this place? Doesn't feel like hell, ja nee?" He spoke in a strange tongue, and his skin was dark like her eyes. She had never seen anyone with his complexion before, never imagined it. But the spirit world was not like the one she had left behind.
"Hell?" she repeated. The word sounded unnatural to her.
Europa Undivided wrote:"That was exhausting..." Leona put the plastic cover of the syringe back in place before stuffing it back into her pocket. "I, um, think that somebody should stay with him in the medbay while the whole mission in Ancient Greece goes down. Ted is going to be busy watching you folks from the ship, so I think I'll stay put... and maybe sedate any others that wake up screaming. Would be a shame if you came back here with the whole place trashed..."
by Talchyon » Fri Feb 05, 2021 7:02 pm
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by UniversalCommons » Fri Feb 05, 2021 7:09 pm
by Lara Monia » Fri Feb 05, 2021 7:24 pm
by Sarderia » Fri Feb 05, 2021 7:48 pm
by Mountainus » Fri Feb 05, 2021 8:22 pm
Voxija wrote:...
This white woman seemed to have ignored Albert's introduction... he was used to it. She seemed to address the entire body of people asking them to stay with the formerly screaming white man. Albert knew nothing of this kind of talk. A mission? Ancient Greece? What? Where was a ship? Were we in it? Who's Ted? They had woken up? People don't wake up in the afterlife, but Albert was dead.
Albert cleared his throat, but it didn't help his confusion. "I don't have med... illegal... don't know how to doctor people up, but I might... I don't know. Can anyone please tell me what is going on here?"
Sarderia wrote:If this is hell, then I'm prepared to clear my way through. Gaffar raised his fist. He could charge if needed. "You Western Devils," he screamed, "what have you done to me? Where am I?"
by Western Fardelshufflestein » Fri Feb 05, 2021 9:06 pm
The Western Fardelshufflestein Sentinel | 27 November 2022 bUt wHy iS tHE rUm gOnE!?
by Theyra » Fri Feb 05, 2021 9:26 pm
by Nagakawa » Fri Feb 05, 2021 9:34 pm
Europa Undivided wrote:Jean-Luc Lafayette
"We won't have to, now." Jean replied as his eyes followed Leona coming into the pod room with a syringe of what one could assume to be sedatives; a few moments passed before the screaming and trashing on the floor stopped. The thing worked, and it wouldn't be long before the Danish screamer was carried into the medbay. Presumably, someone was going to watch over him in there.
Jean-Luc continued along with Jay towards the armory, wincing a bit as he opened the door. There was still some dried blood from the self mutilating German woman earlier on the floor; someone ought to clean that soon. "My head hurts from all that loud noise." Jean took a pair of daggers inside leather sheathes, putting them on his belt. Just as he was going to turn to go towards wherever they were gonna get time appropriate clothing, a pair of footsteps alerted him that someone was following the two of them.“Don’t mind if I do, I’ll just follow along”, he said, weaving between Jay and Jean. “My name’s Dương, by the way. Any of you got a cigarette to spare?”
"No..." Jean scratched his head, unsure if there were any vanity products in the ship. "I'm not sure... if there were any cigarettes here... ah, how rude of me. I'm Jean-Luc, and this is Jay. I trust that you know why we're all here in this ship, Du... Duwong... sorry, I'm sure I butchered your name. Do you have an easier name that we can call you without desecrating it?"
Jean-Luc was sure that this person was Vietnamese... what if he hated the French for colonizing his homeland?
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