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

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

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John Gibson 2nd In Command of SG&C Out of Work, Apparently Dominion Master 10/16/2009 4:27:51 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 39	RE: A reunion! John: THEY SAW IT COMING! Tom: You said that! Megan produced the medpack they had stashed in one of the hidden compartments. John: Oh man I'm shot I'm bleedin'! Megan: You're not bleeding. John: WHAT'S THAT, THEN? He pointed at the puddle of blood collecting around his leg. Chris: It's nothing, just calm down. John's face immediately straightened, he sat upright, and clasped his hands in his lap. John: You're--grrk--absolutely right. There's--aahhh--nothing wrong with me at AAAAall. The act of sitting up pumped a little extra blood out of his leg. Megan took the scissors from the medpack and cut the pant leg off from the wound. Megan: I don't even think it hit anything vital. John: Is there anything vital in my shin? Megan looked at him and shrugged exaggeratedly. Megan: What do I look like, a doctor? Probably fractured the, uh, whatever that bone is called. Chris: The... shin bone? Megan: Sure. John: My toes feel funny. Megan: Hold on. This is going to hurt. She poured some black stuff into the hole and stuffed in part of a bandage. John yelled profanities. John: Do you know ANYTHING about field... field medic-ing? Megan: Do you? John: No! Megan: Then be quiet! John: What was that black stuff? Gunpowder? Megan: Quick-clot-something-or-other. It's supposed to stop the bleeding. John: Megan, a bullet severed my blood vessels. How is gunpowder going to stop them from bleeding? Megan: I don't know! It just does! OK?! She finished dressing the wound a minute later. John: Alright. Now. Painkillers. Please. Jones: Guys, I'm pretty confident they're tailing us. Jake hurried over and sat in the co-pilot's seat. Jones: I'd say missiles any second now. Jake: This is a spacecraft, right? Jones: Uh, yeah. Jake: How does it do underwater? Jones: I'm pretty sure it doesn't. Jake: Dang.
Jake Conner 3rd in command of SG&C Too much cool for TV. Dominion Master 10/18/2009 9:55:26 PM Level: 289 Experience: 99999999 Total Posts: 16	RE: A reunion!   Just then the radar situated in the dashboard began to beep. There was a small blip approaching them- and fast. Suddenly a little red light lit up. Underneath the light was a metal plate with the words "MISSILE LOCK" engraved on it. A blaring sound escaped from the panel. Jones: OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO   Jones, in a panic, released the controls and looked back to everyone else with a look of horror on his face. Jones: MISSILE!   Jones' haste-ridden words sent the crew into a panic knowing they had only moments to find a way out of this situation. Jake grabbed hold of the the controls and nose-dived the ship towards the body of water below them. Jones: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!   Jones continued to freak out as he was now held into his seat only by his fastened seatbelt. John could be heard audibly whining in the back as he was falling around from the sudden descent, his injured leg flailing around. Jake: Space craft are airtight and have on-board oxygen. It's either get blown up or become a submarine!   CRASH! A plume of water erupted into the sky as the ship plummeted into the crisp blue waters below. Though the water slowed their speed significantly- the ship still shot through the water very quickly. Behind them the missile struck the water and there was a muffled explosion heard within the cabin of the ship as another plume of water erupted into the sky from the missile.   Shortly thereafter the ship's engines began to make terrible sounds and died out. The ship continued to sink into deeper and deeper waters. Soon the entire cabin of the ship, save for the control panel, was pitch black. Jake fumbled around and flipped on the interior lights. There was a short pause before the lights flickered on illuminating the now silent ship. Outside of the windows nothing but darkness could be seen. The ship continued to sink. Tom: ..What now? Jake: ....I uh, didn't quite think that far ahead.
Tom Fender Member of SG&C Wandered the world like Caine from Kung-Fu and got into adventures Dominion Master 10/20/2009 1:04:44 AM Level: 18 Experience: 26800 Total Posts: 96	RE: A reunion! Jake smashed the ignition button over and over again but there were only buzzes and hums. Chris gave him a congratulatory pat on the shoulder. Chris: Good work! Instead of dying instantly, we'll asphyxiate on the bottom of the ocean if we aren't first crushed slowly and excruciatingly. Jake: Shut up and help me figure a way out of this. John squirmed a bit. John: GUYS, I'M SHOT. Megan: Yes, John, we know. Suck it up. John: Easy for you to say. You're not the one who was shot in the shin. Megan: Calm down. You're making Jones panicky. Jones was leaping about, red in the face, screaming and flailing his arms. Jones: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH. Chris: Dude, cut it out. You're wasting all our oxygen. Jones: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH. Chris turned back to the others. Chris: OK, we gotta get out of this quick. Ideas: go! Tom: An autoimmune disease! They stared at him. Tom: Uhh... Let's bust down the back door and swim to the surface! Jake: We're 150 feet below the surface. Tom: So? Jake: I'm pretty sure that would damage you in some way. Tom: Pfft. Chris: Why can't we get the engines started again? Jake: They're filled with water. Chris: Isn't there some way to get it out? Jake: I don't know! I tried to crank it several times. Nothing. We've got to have something—missiles, balloons, thrusters, anti-grav, magic. Anyone? Everyone shrugged and shook their heads. Just then there was a low rumble. John: Oh gosh, what was that? The rumble came again, but this time it was louder and longer. Tom: We're gonna die. Jake and Chris slowly turned toward the viewport and saw a black mass approaching quickly. Jake and Chris: We're gonna die. The shape drew closer. They could make out its enormous mouth, the size of a football field, opening wide and heading right toward them. The blackness engulfed them in eerie silence. The ship bobbed and rolled around inside the creature's mouth. Megan: ... We just got eaten. Tom: By what? Chris: I think it was a whale. Jake: I think it was a turbowhale.
John Gibson 2nd In Command of SG&C Out of Work, Apparently Dominion Master 10/23/2009 12:53:51 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 39	RE: A reunion! John: Did you guys just say we got eaten- Chris: -by a whale, yes. Jake: Turbowhale. John: Now we get to suffocate and bleed to death while being DIGESTED! Jones: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH. John: JONES. Jones: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH. Tom: He does it just to spite you. Leave him alone. Jake: Do we have missiles? Jones: No- Jake: Because I thought I saw a "missiles" button. Jake slid into the pilot seat and started fiddling with controls. Jones: This is an unarmed transport, there are NO MISSILES. Jake: Fine. Jake paused, dejected. Jake: Because I thought I saw a "missiles" button. Tom: You can't have your own forum, either. Everybody looked at Tom with various degrees of confusion on their faces. He looked at something else. John: This is a... like a deep sea whale. We just wait for a giant squid to kill it, it floats to the surface, washes up on a beach somewhere... Megan: The chances of that happening are like... John: Never tell me the odds. Just then, the ship began to shake. John: Look. It's happening. Megan: That's just the giant whale digesting us. We're moving through its digestive tract. There was a great bellow and more shaking. Tom: Now he knows what it's like for me on the pot. A deeper bellow, an odd screech, shaking. Jake: Megan, you'll want to see this. She got up and leaned through the doorway into the cockpit. Jake was pointing at a gauge. Jake: This is the altimeter. It was rising rapidly. Megan's mouth fell agape. Megan: I don't believe it.
Jake Conner 3rd in command of SG&C Too much cool for TV. Dominion Master 10/27/2009 7:26:07 PM Level: 289 Experience: 99999999 Total Posts: 16	RE: A reunion! Jake: BELIEVE IT! Everyone stared at Jake for a moment who was now making a retarded pose with a wide grin on his face. Chris: Okay. So we float in this giant dead whale to- Jake: Turbowhale. Chris: ..Turbowhale.. To the surface. Then what? We continue to float around in its digestive tract and hope we conveniently wash ashore which is likely to never happen because we have terrible luck? Chris exhaled deeply after the long winded sentence. Jake simply smiled and replied with nothing more than a nod. Chris facepalmed. There were multiple loud popping sounds blasting throughout the ship as pressure began to change from the rapid rise. Moment later the altimeter needle began to lightly bob in place. They were presumably surfaced by now. The entire ship and everyone inside was lightly bobbing as the dead whale floating in the current. Megan: Great. What now? Jake: Well the last time John said something that sounded like it would never work- It did. John! John groaned. John: What? Jake: Say "We just wait to wash up on shore somewhere now." John stared blankly at Jake for a moment. He sighed and spoke. John: ..We just wait to wash up on a shore somewhere no- He was cut short by a sharp jerk as the whole whale shifted. The bobbing with the waves stopped and the altimeter was no longer moving as well. The whale had washed ashore.
Tom Fender Member of SG&C Wandered the world like Caine from Kung-Fu and got into adventures Dominion Master 10/27/2009 8:34:22 PM Level: 18 Experience: 26800 Total Posts: 96	RE: A reunion! Everyone stood, mouths agape... except Jake. He was grinning wildly in a satisfied way. John: I don't believe it. Tom: Let's get outta this bad boy. With that, Tom slammed his fist into the loading ramp OPEN button. The hydraulic pumps groaned as they pushed the ramp against the insides of the dead turbowhale. The opening let a rush of thick, hot air into the ship. Chris: OH MAN. Jake: HOLY— Tom: WHEW! We need explosives. Now! Chris was already fumbling through his satchel while holding his nose with one hand. Chris: Alreadny awn it. He grabbed a block of C4 and a detonator. He turned to Jones. Chris: Wud's the hull of thid ship raded for? Jones had already keeled over and stopped moving. Maybe he was killed instantly? Chris: Djoned? John: Check him. Megan rushed over to check Jones's vitals. She looked up at the rest. Megan: He's alive. Jake turned to Chris. Jake: Don't worry about it. Set that stuff up and blow us out of this turbowhale. IT'S BAD IN HERE. Chris proceeded to plant the charge on the inside of the whale's... whatever they were in. He came back inside and closed the ramp. Chris: LED'S CUD OUR WAY OUD DIS BREAD. With his nose firmly closed and his free hand grasping the remote detonator, he slammed the button into his forehead. A huge explosion rattled the ship, ringing their ears. Chris opened the ramp again. It was nothing but clear skies and a beach coated in turbowhale goo. Tom: Good golly, Miss Molly.
John Gibson 2nd In Command of SG&C Out of Work, Apparently Dominion Master 10/27/2009 9:24:55 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 39	RE: A reunion! Chris and Megan dragged the wounded John, and Jake and Tom carried the unconscious Jones a good way away from the wreckage of what was once a turbowhale, where the smell was slightly less bad. John: Do you think they think we're dead? Chris: I think they think we think they think we're dead but they actually think we're not. About then, Jones came to, sat up, and saw the butt of his ship poking out of the blubbery side of the turbowhale corpse. His arms gave out at the nasty sight, dropping him back to the ground and hitting his head on a rock, blacking out for a second. Jones: My ship! Jake: Look at the bright side. At least you're not the whale. Jones: My ship! You take my plane without compensation and now you get my ship swallowed by a turbowhale! Jake: Wait. "Take your plane without compensation"? That was years ago. You said we could have the plane. Jones: Oh, right. Anyway, you got my ship swallowed by a turbowhale! Jake: I'm sure it'll be fine. Chris: Come on. Let's get going before those slavers find us and shoot the rest of us in our respective shins. John: In case you hadn't noticed, I can't walk. Chris: What, do you want a Hoveround? Suck it up.
John Gibson 2nd In Command of SG&C Out of Work, Apparently Dominion Master 1/26/2010 11:47:00 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 39	RE: A reunion! John: I'm ready for a new job. This one stinks. Chris: You got shot, don't you want to see it through and put a stop or get revenge on these mother huggers that did this to you? John: Dang right I do. But it still stinks and I want a new job. Chris: After this one. John: OK. Chris hoisted John to his feet. John immediately fell into the sand. John: My foot doesn't work right. My muscles are torn and slag. Chris: Well--! Well--! Ungh! Megan: Alright, well, I'll take John and we'll get him to a hospital. Chris: So we're out of practice AND down two members...? Tom: Who's out of practice? I can still roll with the best of them. Six months in Torbald. Sharp as a tack. Jake lifted an eyebrow at Tom. Tom took a threatening step toward him. Tom: What, you wanna go? Huh? Tom puffed out his chest and jutted out his lower lip. Chris shook his head, trying not to laugh. Tom forgot what was happening after a few more seconds and stared blankly toward the ocean. Chris: OK, in the long run we're probably better off with four people at a hundred percent than five people trying to support someone wounded. Jones was sitting in the sand, blubbering at the sight of his dead ship. It was killed. Chris: Alright, then, let's move out. He started inland, talking as he trudged through the sand. Chris: We'll find a road or hopefully a town first. We stick together until then. >> FAST FORWARD >>
Tom Fender Member of SG&C Wandered the world like Caine from Kung-Fu and got into adventures Dominion Master 3/3/2010 12:06:37 AM Level: 18 Experience: 26800 Total Posts: 96	RE: A reunion! Tom saw Jones blubbering nearby and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Tom: Jones, I know how you must feel. I've been there myself... many times. Come to think of it, several times with the same Jeep in Torbald. Anyway, we need to get goin' before— The slavers showed up in light fighters, firing wildly at them. Tom: Yeah, that. Chris: Go! Grab John and go! Chris brought his AR carbine with M203 launcher up to his shoulder and fired fruitlessly at the ships. Jake and Tom both started into a run, each grabbing one of John's arms and carrying him across the sandy dunes of the beach. There was a large rock formation about 150 yards away. Megan and Jones weren't far behind, while Chris was finishing off a mag on the fighters. He then caught up, reloading mid-run. They made it to the rock and climbed underneath a large overhang. The fighters circle-strafed the rock. Tom: Oh, it'd be great if this rock collapsed and killed us all into unrecognizable, bloody pulps. Grimacing and breathing heavily, John pointed threateningly at Tom's face and hissed. John: You shut your face. You shut your dang face and you never open it again. Tom: Sir, yes, sir! Megan: Well, what now? Chris: Maybe they'll get bored and go away, or just run out of ammo or fuel and go away. John: What if I get bored and go away? Not paying much attention to John, Chris was looking out from under the rock, hoping the ships didn't decide to come low and splatter them all over the back wall. Chris: What if? After a few moments, they heard the ships' engines growing louder and finally shutting off. Jake: Um...? Chris and Jake poked their heads out and saw the ships had landed, and the pilots were exiting, blasters drawn. Chris and Jake withdrew and nodded knowingly at each other. They both popped out from under the rock and gave each guy a lead sandwich. They dropped like KewlAX's last album. Chris: It's clear. Let's move out. Jake: And we got us some ships! Chris: We need to get John some medical attention. Jake, you take him in one of those ships to the nearest doctor, and come back and get us in something more suitable for all of us. Jake: Roger that. Chris and Jake heaved John into the small space behind the pilot's seat of the single-man fighter. Jake climbed in and pulled the seat forward to allow John some more room. It was a tight fit. He looked over the instruments quickly to familiarize himself. He found "ON" and cranked up the ship's powerful engine. Jake: Catch you on the flip side! He closed the canopy and blasted off into the sky. Tom: Now I guess we just wait and hope more don't show up. The comm in the remaining fighter started to hiss. Voice: Didja get 'em? Chris's expression showed that of surprise. He leaped over the side and scrambled for the PTT button. He finally found it. Chris: Yessir! They're dead as supercalifraggin' fried chicken, sir! Aye aye! We're on our way back as soon as we plunder and pillage this quaint seaside village. Arr! Scurvy! Avast! Voice: Excellent work, maties, carry on! Chris dropped back down to the ground and wiped his hands satisfactorily. Chris: Well, that's taken care of. Tom: Excellent work.

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