Active Plots (Alphabetical) - Updated 8/21/2010

Can't I Have Any Time? - (Eruantion Doriath [?], Amonost Doriath [?])

End of Solitude - (Verda Stelo [?])

No More Grape Soda - (Alex Dean [?], Samuel Jorgenson [?], Leon Mecheeto [?])

Questionable Means - (Tawny Black [?], Ishkan Ma'z)

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Valerie Fas'nvak Ex-tournament fighter/ ninja accountant Dominion Master 3/16/2007 4:32:40 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 126	Space: awesome. But... murder... Aboard an L20, on the way to Fierra Mesa, Valerie is lounging on a sofa in a small, but comfortable recreation room. A rerun (if that term can even be used on a show this old) of "House" is playing on the TV hanging on the wall. Suddenly, Valerie notices the pool of blood forming around the bottom of a cupboard. She blinks, double takes, and stares at it. Against her better judgment, she approaches the cupboard and almost opens it, when she realizes she doesn't want her finger prints on the door handle. She whistles a tune as she puts on her trusty latex gloves and opens the cupboard. A small woman's corpse falls out. Her shirt has been painted almost completely red with her own blood and ripped in six places, likely from stabbing. Valerie flinches. The massive amount of blades on her person won't go over too well when they look for whoever did this. Oh well. She takes off the gloves and stuffs them in her bag before leaving the room to find somebody to tell. She soon enters the ship's bridge. Valerie: Look, uhh... I'm not sure who I'm supposed to tell, but I just found a corpse in the rec room. It takes a moment for anybody to acknowledge her existence. A crewmember who is leaning against the wall, doing nothing, looks at her and spits in his cup. Crewmember: Corpse? Valerie: That's what I said, yes. Crewmember: You sure? Valerie bites her lip. Valerie: Yes, Judging from the quart of blood sitting around the cupboard she was stuffed in and the twelve stab wounds in her chest, I'm pretty sure it was a corpse. Crewmember: Sheesh. Calm down, lady. Would you mind showing me? Valerie waves a hand at him, indicating for him to follow, and returns to the rec room on the lower level. The crewmember continues chewing while looking at the corpse in silence. Valerie stares at him, also in silence. Crewmember: Yep. 'Atsa corpse. He lethargically turns his head toward Valerie. Crewmember: Looks like six stab wounds though. Valerie smiles and nods. Crewmember: Whatcha want me to do about it? Valerie: Well, I think somebody should probably find out who did it, for starters... Crewmember: How we gonna do that? Valerie knew she wouldn't like this guy the instant she saw him. Valerie: There's like ten people on this whole ship. Just start looking around or something. The crewmember stares at the wall thoughtfully, chewing. Crewmember: ....Ooooooohhhhh.
Leon Mecheeto Ex-Soldier 3/16/2007 5:26:21 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 45	RE: Space: awesome. But... murder... About half an hour later, the captain knocks on the door to the living space allocated to their other passenger. Captain: Mr. Myiro. Nothing. Captain: Gral? It's the captain. I need to speak with you for a moment. Still nothing. He's about to knock again when the door opens. Myiro: What? Captain: I'd like to ask you some questions about an important matter. It seems a murder has been committed aboard the ship and I just wanted to know if you've seen anything suspicious. The tall, gruff-looking passenger doesn't miss a beat. Myiro: Nothin'. Captain: I just want you to know I'm not accusing anyone, but as soon as we dock I'm going to have to ask everyone to stay a little longer for a police investigation. Myiro closes the door abruptly. Captain: Hm. Nice guy. The captain begins strolling down the hallway back toward the bridge, muttering to the floor. Captain: That guy's got "murderer" written all over 'im... He looks back up from the floor and is startled by Valerie's presence. Captain: Oh, hi. Uhm... We'll be docking in about fifteen minutes. She nods and continues walking. The captain gets back to the bridge and sits in his rickety old chair, letting out an exasperated sigh. Captain: Why does this slag happen on my ship...?
Valerie Fas'nvak Ex-tournament fighter/ ninja accountant Dominion Master 3/22/2007 8:06:18 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 126	RE: Space: awesome. But... murder... "Val. Va-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaleriiiie..." Oh crud... Valerie: Susan. Susan: I'm so bloody bored, Val. Could you stab some bloke with me or something? I'm losing it. Valerie: You lost it five years ago. Susan: Quiet! Valerie stops and waits to see if Susan is going to go on a tirade. She doesn't. Susan mumbles to herself. Susan: He could have made me a radio or something. Valerie heads back to the rec room. It lay untouched. She supposes that nobody wants to disturb it in case of a police investigation. Valerie never much cared for all that tripe. She snaps on her gloves again and begins looking around the body. Her left front pants pocket has been pulled inside out. Undoubtedly there was something in it the murderer didn't want to leave. She rifles through the woman's jacket pockets. No wallet. She probably carried a purse before she died. Valerie can't stand purses. They scream "rob me!" Of course, she would just stab the robber in the throat and be done with it. She smiles to herself. There is a notepad in the woman's jacket pocket. It's been used... a lot. Valerie grimaces as she pockets it. Removing evidence isn't the greatest idea, but for some reason she is compelled to find the murderer herself.
Valerie Fas'nvak Ex-tournament fighter/ ninja accountant Dominion Master 4/5/2007 4:37:14 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 126	RE: Space: awesome. But... murder... In the ship's cargo hold, in the comfort of the back seat of "her" '70 GTO, she's flipping through the notepad she swiped from the corpse. In the silence, the sudden blaring of her mobile phone freaks her the heck out. A second or two later, she regains her composure and finds her phone buried far under the tons of garbage in her Bauer Bag. Valerie: Hello. Caller: Hey Valy. Valerie: 'Sup, Dames? Damon Cross: Uh, heh. There's a short pause. Damon: Uh, me. That's why I'm calling. Valerie is perplexed. She says nothing. That's when she notices the gunfire. She figured he was just watching Heat at first, but... Damon: I have some tribal chick clipping on extra belts for me. I don't know what she's saying, but it doesn't sound like she's very happy with me. But yeah. Um. All I really need is extra ammo, but if you could pick me up, that would be great. Valerie: ...Where... are you...? And who are you mowing down? As she speaks, she hears a deafening boom. Damon: What'dja say?! Valerie: I asked where you are and who you're mowing down! Damon: Crud! Uh... The gunfire has not paused at all for the duration of the call. Damon begins to speak quickly. Damon: I'm on Lars I have a tracker you know the channel I gotta change barrels talk to you later! The call ends. Valerie can't help but laugh.
Valerie Fas'nvak Ex-tournament fighter/ ninja accountant Dominion Master 4/15/2007 4:30:12 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 126	RE: Space: awesome. But... murder... Ugh. Valerie pushes the driver's seat up and climbs out of the car. She ducks and looks over at the still-unconscious Mateo Malone. She looks at her watch. It's been seven and a half hours. Expectedly, Mateo twitches. Valerie puts her hand on her katana. Well, he's not armed. She eases up, circles the car, opens the passenger door, and pulls out the bottle of Melpalin. Eh, that stuff ain't cheap. She puts it away and checks the trunk. Bungie cord should do the trick. She drags Mateo out of the car, over to one of the exposed struts in the bulkhead. She wraps the cord around Mateo and through a hole in the strut. It seems secure. Static comes through a loudspeaker for a second, and then a voice. Captain: Uh, this is... your captain. We are initiating atmospheric entry on Fierra Mesa. Please remain in the ship upon landing for police investigation. Valerie: ...Wonderful... One good thing she happened to know about the L20 is that it doesn't require a code or identification of any kind to open the cargo doors from the inside. This makes things good for her since she has no time for a police investigation. She writes "DO NOT TOUCH" on a sticky note and sticks it to Mateo's forehead before jogging over to her RXN-3 and hopping in, leaving the canopy open. She taxis over toward the port side cargo door and preps the ship for vertical takeoff. Then she hears a "Hey! What are you doing?" off to her right. She looks, seeing a scruffy man approaching her. Going to have to quicken her plan. Ignoring him, she hops out of her ship and runs over to the door control panel. Scruffy Man: Hey! Stop! She rams her palm into a button and dashes back over to her ship, scrambling inside. This guy might draw down if she doesn't hurry. She punches the canopy close control and guns the engines, rising off the floor. Air is rushing through the cargo bay as the doors open painfully slowly. The scruffy man finally gets a clue and walks over to the door control. It's a little too late. The door has finally opened enough for the Thunderbird to fit through. Valerie, of course, takes advantage of this and flies through. The man hits the door close button anyway. Valerie shakes her head as she realizes she is now further on the bad side of the coming investigators.
Valerie Fas'nvak Ex-tournament fighter/ ninja accountant Dominion Master 4/18/2007 12:05:30 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 126	RE: Space: awesome. But... murder... Valerie considers her--and Damon's--luck at Damon being in the same star system. It would only take about twenty minutes to get to him. She removes her Bauer bag and coat and tosses them behind her seat before setting a course for Lars. She beats on the control panel angrily when the computer refuses to stop asking her questions. Valerie: YES, I'm sure! ...YES! I want you to automatically adjust drive speed! After the ship finally submits and enters hyperspace, she knees the dashboard. Ugh. Programmers. Ow. She rubs her knee. She pulls a Zagnut bar out of a side compartment and chomps down on it. Mmm. That makes it better. Only a minute later, the ship exits hyperspace. She haphazardly re-wraps the Zagnut and tosses it on the control panel, grabbing the yoke and flipping her phone open at the same time. She almost fumbles it. She hits "2" to speed dial Damon. It rings for a good half minute before he answers. A wealth of obnoxious noise hits her ear. She grimaces and pulls the phone away. Damon: VAL?!! Valerie: Yeah. I'm hitting atmosph-- Damon: CAN'T HEAR YA! I'M ABOUT DEAF NOW!! Valerie: ATMOSPHERE! COMING! Damon: OH! GOTCHA!! She hangs up and tries to get through the automated atmospheric entry procedure as fast as possible. She submits it slightly faster than she did the hyperdrive and opens the tracker control, entering the frequency she and Damon had agreed to use in case of emergency. Only a few minutes later, she sees some kind of commotion atop a mountain. She circles once. That's definitely Damon atop this cliff, with only one way down. And that one way down is covered in half-naked, war paint-covered tribesmen, their dead having piled quickly from Damon's LMG. For whatever reason, a female is crouched next to Damon, feeding ammo into his gun. There remains a fairly large pile of ammo next to her, as well as at least twenty more barrels. Valerie can only speculate how Damon got that stuff up there. Regardless, she lands at the edge of the cliff, behind Damon. Valerie: DAMON! COME ON!! She can hardly hear herself over the ship engine, full-auto fire, and screaming tribesmen, so she climbs out and runs over to Damon. Valerie: DAMON!!!! He nearly jumps out of his shirt. He looks over his shoulder at Valerie, but keeps shooting in the general direction of the oncoming horde. Damon: HOLY CRUD! YOU'RE HERE! Valerie: YEAH! COME ON!! Damon turns to the tribal woman. Damon: THANKS FOR YOUR HELP! SEE YOU AROUND! He stands up, taking the gun with him. He continues shooting as he backs toward Valerie's ship. Valerie climbs into the seat while Damon sits across the rim of the cockpit, the canopy still open. Damon: HELP ME GET THE BELT IN! He still keeps shooting while Valerie frantically pulls the thirty-foot ammo belt into the ship. The tribal woman shuffles off into the horde. Damon: IT'S IN!! GO!! The ship lifts off, canopy still open... Damon still shooting. He releases a war cry. Valerie: OKAY! OKAY!! STOP SHOOTING!! Damon releases the trigger. The liquid barrel falls into the trees far, far below. He looks at Valerie, wide-eyed, and blinks. He breathes heavily and hiccoughs. Valerie: ...Can... can you even hear? Damon shakes his head no.
Valerie Fas'nvak Ex-tournament fighter/ ninja accountant Dominion Master 4/26/2007 12:36:40 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 126	RE: Space: awesome. But... murder... About ten minutes later, they arrive outside an abandoned village, in a clearing, where Damon had landed his ship--the spacecraft equivalent of an SUV. With machine guns mounted on it. Valerie: Been a while since I've seen the ol' junker. She pats the nose, stifling a laugh at how ridiculous it looks. Damon smirks. Damon: We'd better get going before the tribesmen come back. Valerie looks over at the village about a hundred yards away. Valerie: ...That's why it's empty? Damon smiles self-deprecatingly. Valerie: Well, whatever. I need to get back to Fierra Mesa before the police get there. Damon laughs. Valerie: I'm serious. Damon: Never doubted it. He opens his ship's door. Damon: Well, see you around. I owe you one, so when you get arrested, gimme a call. They exchange waves. Valerie: See ya around. Damon: And come home sometimes! Jeez! Valerie: I'll see what I can do. Later. They part ways. She flies by the mountain top again on her way out. The tribesmen are dumping themselves over the cliff by the hundreds. She shrugs and begins heading back to Fierra Mesa. Mere minutes later, she arrives at the spaceport at which the L20 landed. She flies into the open bay doors, which have been roped off at waist level with police tape. After landing and exiting, a gloved officer approaches her. Officer: Ma'am, this is a restricted area, please-- Valerie: Uh, I'm the one that found the corpse. Officer: ...Oh. Okay then. She tosses her rewrapped Zagnut back into the ship before remotely closing the canopy. Her heart skips a beat and she turns. Mateo is still bungied to the bulkhead. Valerie: Wow. They actually know the meaning of "do not touch." She was just talking to herself, but the officer overhears her. Officer: We looked the guy up and found the bounty on him, so we just left him there. She smiles. Valerie: Thanks! Officer: No problem, ma'am. Now if you could step over here, please... Two hours pass. The police have accomplished nothing, but she's free to go. She tosses the now conscious and struggling Mateo Malone into the back seat of the GTO and cranks 'er, driving out of the L20 and following directions to Mr. Beerslayer's house. Soon... Michael: ...That's him. There is venom in his voice. It's almost frightening. He grabs Mateo and throws him against a wall. Michael: Yo Gloftoe, take this butthat to the basement. A man who has a gun and is wearing a brown flight jacket, cowboy hat, and sunglasses appears, grabs Mateo, and takes him out of view. Michael: Well, that's the bounty. You brought him in alive. A transaction of 1600 tape takes place. They shake hands and Valerie leaves. As she walks away, she looks down and withdraws the notepad found in the dead woman's pocket. Something's been bothering her... Something about Perrenor... and a bounty hunter named Gral Myiro... Continued here

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