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)

Author	Comment
Neil Castle Some Crazy Merc Dominion Master 3/16/2008 10:47:03 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 125	RE: The Reckoning Neil: Considering he has a building on top of him and the evil robot isn't dead, chances of payment remain slightly above zero. Now sufficiently far down the road, he takes some quality time out to brush the dust off of himself. Suddenly, he brightens. Neil: But I've also accepted multiple contracts for Kyzer's death, so either way I get paid! He smiles enthusiastically. Neil: I was really hoping to get both though. But anyway, I need to go dumpster diving somewhere around the starport. You with me?
Szyren Phoenix in Training 3/16/2008 11:04:14 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 122	RE: The Reckoning Szyren touches her forefinger to her chin and makes a generic thinking sound. Szyren: Well, once you kill him you can just raid his house and steal his money.  But he probably keeps it all locked up in a bank account of some kind.  What you need is a good hacker.  I just so happen to not be one of those. She stops and readjusts her bag, slipping the gun out of its hiding place, shoving it into her belt.  Its a tight fit, but the gun feels more secure against her hip and it offers her a stronger feeling of protection. The cogs in her head are still turning. Szyren: What if we kill the robot, get Kyzer's money, and then kill Kyzer to collect his bounty, and then break into his house?  Probably at that point, we won't even need to break into his house, but we should anyways just for the fun of it. He seems like a generally inept kinda guy. Szyren takes a moment to take in her surroundings and, as if for the first time, notices Neil's happy face.  She lets her teeth show. Szyren: You said you could stay awake for another week if we got you something laced with caffeine, right? Sometimes you get a better perspective of things when they're up-side-down.
Neil Castle Some Crazy Merc Dominion Master 3/17/2008 1:50:25 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 125	RE: The Reckoning Neil: Give or take a few hours, sure. Coming back to Szyren's diabolical plot, Neil pulls at and twirls the light tuft of hair adorning his chin. Neil: I like the way you think. We should probably let the robot kill a few other scumbags first, then blow him up before he caps Kyzer, and then cap Kyzer after I get the money? He grips his head. Neil: This is getting complicated. He points expressively at nothing in particular. Neil: But first I need to go dig my shotty out of the trash.
Tom Fender Member of SG&C Wandered the world like Caine from Kung-Fu and got into adventures Dominion Master 3/17/2008 2:03:46 AM Level: 18 Experience: 26800 Total Posts: 96	RE: The Reckoning Tom: So, we're just gonna give up? Not even gonna check the wreckage for this guy? John sighs again. Tom: Quit yer whinin'. Chris leaves the Jeep running just in case. They all climb out and head over to the large piles of rubble. They see numerous limbs sticking out, and a few guys who have been shot. They begin to tug on the limbs belonging to people who are possibly still alive. They mostly find burly men packing pistols of sufficient caliber. Jake grabs the arm of someone who then attempts to break from his grasp. With a good yank, Jake manages to pull him from beneath the rubble. Jake: Hey, I think this is the guy! The others walk over to Jake, and Tom checks this guy against the photo Bill gave him. Tom: Looks like him. Jake kneels down next to him, resting one arm on his knee. Jake: Listen, pal. Your assault didn't go so well. We stopped them cold. If you ever pull something like that again, we will drop another building on you. Understood? Kyzer's head rolls around and he mumbles something. Jake: I think it's clear. Let's go. He pushes at Kyzer's chest, causing him to flop backward onto the ground. SG&C pile back into the Jeep and head back to Bill to report and collect their fee--tons of bling from dead gangstas and maybe some cash. --- Bill: You tell that son of a zorish? You tell 'im never to come around here again? Chris: We told 'im all right. He's chillin' out amidst the rubble of his chiropractor's office. Bill's face brightens immensely. He laughs a good ol' country boy laugh. Bill: I knew I liked you guys! Let's go inside and see about your pay. They do. They observe the pile of tape spilled out on the table. Bill: Well, that's it. That's all the neighborhood folk was able to spare: 4762 tape. The A-Team mentality suddenly kicks in, much to John's dismay. Chris: You don't have to worry about that. It would help you all out a lot more than it would us. Keep the money. Suddenly there is a meaty clattering sound. It takes a moment for the team to realize it was John's jaw hitting the floor and then shattering in disbelief. Jake grabs it and puts it back into place before Bill notices. Bill: I can't just let y'all do that for free! I'm an honest man. Even if you're serious about it, still take my contribution. That's about 327 tape. And help yourself to whatever those dang hooligans had on 'em. I'll get the rest of the money back to the people and let them know what you did. We appreciate this a lot. Really. They bid farewell and make their way out into the street to start looting some bodies. John: This is glorious. I come here, risk my life to defend a slum, don't even get paid for it, and now I'm searching dead bodies. Chris: Hey, I just found a nickel-plated .44 Desert Eagle. He stuffs that into his waistband, figuring he'll put it in a display case or something--since that's about all it's good for. Jake: Y'know... there's just something that doesn't feel right about this. Chris: Well, look at it this way--they won't be using any of it anymore. They finish up and teleport, along with their Jeep, back onto the ship orbitting the planet. Luckily for them, the teleporter does not malfunction and rematerialize them in a collapsing star. Chris, John, and Jake step onto the bridge, tossing their rifles onto a nearby busted up console. Jango: That was a quick job. Chris: Yes-siree. Jango: How much did you make? Chris: A nickel-plated Desert Eagle, several Glocks, and multiple, beat-up AKs. We left the Jennings and Lorcins. Jango: No... money? Chris: Well, a little cash, but nothing to speak of. Chris plops down into a rickety office chair and kicks his feet up, turning on a nearby television and wondering why Fox News is on.
Szyren Phoenix in Training 3/17/2008 2:13:48 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 122	RE: The Reckoning Szyren mimics him and twists a loose strand of hair around her fingers. Szyren: So we give Mr. Roboto a little time to repair himself and bust a few caps... What do we do after we relocate your... shotty? She gets on her tippy toes and does a little pirouette as segue into her next topic of speech. Szyren: I need a bath.  Do you have some kind of place for showering, or am I gonna have to take a dip in the lake?  And where would that be exactly? A thoughtful pause and a flourish of handgestures place undue emphasis on the question. Szyren: You know what, nevermind.  Given the state of property here, I'm sure any lake on this planet is radioactive... I'd rather smell like motor oil than glow in the dark for the next three weeks.  But a shower I might hazard-- She trails off expectantly. Sometimes you get a better perspective of things when they're up-side-down.
Neil Castle Some Crazy Merc Dominion Master 3/17/2008 2:30:17 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 125	RE: The Reckoning Neil: ... THAT'S IT! He thrusts his hands straight above his head. When Szyren does not defy the laws of physics and tumble end over end in midair, he is disappointed. Neil: You should go find a place to take a shower while I find my gauge. Probably a motel, and probably in the general vicinity of that A&W because that seemed like a pretty nice place and you might find a motel with doors. Anger visibly flares up within Neil, as if an unpleasant memory has emerged. Neil: And then later we can look for exploding pirates or whatever while we wait for Super Pooper Scooper to show up again.
Szyren Phoenix in Training 3/17/2008 2:41:12 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 122	RE: The Reckoning Szyren feels the inane need to correct Neil. Szyren: The pirates are not exploding.  They're just plain, ordinary, run of the mill pillage your booty type of space pirates.  They just happened to steal something important to me, that's all... Without another word she turns on her heel and begins to walk back to the A&W from which it took them twenty minutes to drive to their current location.  This thought doesn't enter her head until she's much further down the sidewalk. She turns back, cups her hands to her mouth, and yells. Szyren: Where are we gonna meet up again?  How do I know you're not just stealing my daisies and skipping town on me? Sometimes you get a better perspective of things when they're up-side-down.
Neil Castle Some Crazy Merc Dominion Master 3/17/2008 10:50:34 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 125	RE: The Reckoning Neil bores his finger into his ear while taking a few steps in her direction, but before he asks, he finally puts together what she said. Neil: I think I'd let you help me kill Super Pooper Scooper and then skip town. Right? And you have my phone. He sees a passing taxi cab. He points. Neil: Hey, it's a taxi! He transitions back to the original train of thought just as quickly. Neil: I'll meet you outside the mystic ruins! ... And you have my phone! He turns and continues down the sidewalk. It occurs to Neil that Szyren may not realize that he meant the mystic ruins of A&W, but somehow he doubts that.
Szyren Phoenix in Training 3/17/2008 4:11:15 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 122	RE: The Reckoning Szyren remembers that she does have his phone, upon his gentle reminders, and feels very comforted by the thought that he won't abandon her until after he's got it back.  As he turns, she hails down the taxi and asks to be taken to the A&W near the spaceport.  She doesn't know street names yet. The taxi driver seems visibly relieved upon her request, but she can't place why.  She doesn't know that this is the very same taxi driver who, not more than a day ago, had to visit a very disreputable street twice, and is not looking forward to yet another strange person asking to be taken there.  Although, from what he's heard, that place has undergone some unfortunate renovations since he's been there.  Hopefully, the rats have all been smoked out. For the duration of the ride, she tries to decide which mystic ruin Neil is speaking of.  So far, every building on Perrenor she’s entered has been torn apart in one way or another.  Upon further consideration, she decides he means the A&W, since the chiropractor’s office wasn’t very mystic, and he holds a bizarre reverence for root beer. The taxi lets her off and expects pay (this may be the first time all day he hasn’t driven away with soiled pants).  Szyren sacrafices 10 tape for the fare.  With a wave ‘so long’, the taxi disappears down the road and she’s left to her own devices.  It makes sense to her that there should be a slew of motels around the spaceport, so she heads in that general direction. One building in particular is a bright spot on an otherwise drab block of overnight accommodations.  The panels are pastel pink, the trim is green, and a welcome sign pointed out towards the street reads: The Lucky Stiff Motel.  She thinks she can see blue curtains on the inside of dark windows.  If there are curtains, there is a good chance of doors, and Neil had made of point of mentioning doors. She manages to rent a room without too much trouble, though she is forced to haggle with the manager for the price.  330 tape to take a shower seems a little ridiculous.  She finally convinces him to give her the room for an hour for 150 tape, though he assures her that if she stays one minute longer or messes the bed, he will hike the price back up.  Everybody has to make a living. Szyren slides her key in front of her door, number 17, and it unlocks automatically with a click and a little light that flashes from orange to yellow.  She places her pack in the seat of a wooden armchair, removes a change of clothes, takes off her glasses and bandana (which she folds), and sets them, Neil’s phone, and the Beretta on top of the dresser.  She draws the curtains and slings her coat over the top of a floor lamp to let it air out.  She bolts the door and, glancing quickly at the clock, she enters the bathroom. Half an hour later she emerges, a towel wrapped around her hair, her laundry neatly folded in her arms.  Steam wafts from out the bathroom as she situates her dirty clothes at the bottom of her pack.  Next, she towel dries her hair and brushes it out with quick strokes before tying it back again with the bandana.  The gun is quickly replaced at her hip and covered with her trench coat, her shades find their rightful place on her face once again, and she leaves the room exactly as she found it minus the bottles of hotel grade shampoo and conditioner and the motel towel left in the center of the bathroom floor. She reaches the A&W in ten minutes and finds it is in much better condition than she remembers it being.  Taking a seat inside, she flips open Neil’s phone and begins pouring over his contact list.  She doesn’t see it as snooping. [Szyren loses 160 tape.  Szyren acquires Beretta Px4 Storm SubCompact (a while ago)] Sometimes you get a better perspective of things when they're up-side-down.
Neil Castle Some Crazy Merc Dominion Master 3/17/2008 5:13:02 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 125	RE: The Reckoning Neil finds a cab of his own, directing the driver to an alley in the middle of nowhere. When they arrive, Neil begins to climb out, but turns to the driver. Neil: Just gimme a minute. I have somewhere else to go. He leaves the door open and walks into the alley. A green dumpster, marked BFI, lies in wait. He checks the alley carefully for rabid hobos. Satisfied that it is empty, he checks for the sticker he left on the dumpster a day ago. Success! They didn't switch the dumpster out on him. He lifts the lid. A black duffle bag lies in the bottom of the otherwise empty dumpster. He reaches down--dropping the lid closed on himself in the process--and recovers the bag. After removing it from the dumpster and closing the lid, he sets it on the ground and unzips it. A stockless Mossberg 590 shotgun with 14-inch barrel! He hugs it, puts it back in the bag, which he slings over his shoulder, and returns to the cab. Neil: Okay, you know the A&W on Gangta Drive or something like that? Driver: Yeah, I know it. Neil: Well, I need to go there. Driver: You didn't just dig a gun out of a dumpster so you could go shoot up a fast food joint, did you? Neil: Gangstas already did plenty of that today, so no. The driver nods and pulls off. A short while later, he finds himself in the street by the A&W. Driver: Didn't you say something about gangstas shooting it up? Neil: Wow. They get new windows fast around here. Driver: ... Right. Well, I gotta charge you extra for going two places, but I'll give you a break. That'll be 15 tape. Neil obliges, climbs out of the taxi, and walks into the building. Looking around for a moment, he sees Szyren sitting at a table. He approaches, sets the bag down on a seat, and sits next to it. She's doing something with his phone. He doesn't much seem to care. Neil: We are now more heavily armed. He pats the bag. Neil: So why exactly were these pirates exploding, and why do you want to find them?

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