LOST: It Begins

OOC: To keep the game going I think you as the host Abaddon should do player interactions if someone misses the deadline/not active.

Ernest takes the opportunity to check his clothes to see if they're dry yet

TheLastOne36 said:

OOC: To keep the game going I think you as the host Abaddon should do player interactions if someone misses the deadline/not active.

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I agree. From now on, after THREE days on inactivity, I will push along any character who is holding up the game.

Their owner can re-take control of them whenever they like of course.

Name: Alyssia Corvinus
Age: 11
Era: The Distant Future
Physical Description(optional):
Personality: A egomaniac, manipulative, cunning, ambitious overachiever with delusions of grandeur. Wants to be best at everything. Best grades, and so forth. Seeks domination over the universe. (Think Stewie from Family Guy)
Primary Skills: Can fashion weapons out of almost anything. Made a knife in art class once and got suspended for it. Knows how to shoot a gun/hunt because she insisted Daddy take her hunting. Is surprisingly well read and knowledgeable for her age. Cunning, and has a gifted way with manipulation. Being groomed to inherit the family buisness. Can speak well in public.
Secondary Skills: Neural implant, genetic engineering,
Bio(optional): Her family comes from old money. Were aristocrats that fled Russia following the Second Revolution and settled in the US. Her parents raise her in a privileged life where her every wish is granted though spend little time with her, resulting in her being a spoiled brat. She has a father who runs the company Tachyon Industries, and a dad.
Beliefs: Self-Worship believes everything revolves around her and her wishes. Shows signs of early psychopathic tendencies. Her family is technically a member of the Church of Scientology but religion has largely died out in most of the galaxy.

I'm in love with Dakota...

ERA: I'm letting you have ultimate creativity. Your human doesn't have to be from now. They can be from caveman to spaceman.. an thus hilarity when they get lumped with others.

YES i've added this now, sorry if folks who are already playing want to now adjust their me time...

Abaddon said:

I'm in love with Dakota...

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'Well I'm going to find a seat. These people are all a bit too jumpy.'
/Looks for a seat, if there isn't a chair or stool around, sits on ground.
EDIT: Era for Bert: 1987

BTW, going to be with parents next few days, so no promised on much action from me.. GUY may yet have chance to respond before I get back.. feel free to interact etc without moi

Wait, so what do I do?

Name: Jones Cliffhanger (a.k.a. the nutty professor)
Age: 34
Physical Description(optional): Pale and skinny, with greasy black hair, and huge glasses.
Personality: Smart, autistic, greedy, loving towards family, nonchalant.
Primary Skills: Robotics, chemistry, biology, the use of a screwdriver, and a big nuclear background.
Secondary Skills: The use of big words to get his way in conflicts, the power to stay up and concentrate for days without sleep, reader of bedtime stories.
Bio(optional): As son of a professor and a librarian, Jones grew up with knowledge. He didn't have the knowledge to communicate with other people, but compensates it by being smart. He finished school 5 years in advance and van learn anything he wants quickly.
Beliefs: Atheist, believing in the power that comes from the mind.

Name: Samuel Briggs
Age: 24
Era: 1863
Physical Description(optional): Six feet tall, short brown hair, mustache, slim build.
Personality: A good middle-management type of guy. Can take charge when need be, but also knows his place and can take orders without much complaint. Also very polite, as officers are also gentlemen.
Primary Skills: Horseback Riding, Engineering, Marksmanship, Animal Husbandry
Secondary Skills: Fencing, Slight Understanding of Economics, Speaks French, Good Fisherman, Bugler
Bio(optional): Samuel is the son of a rich plantation owner outside of Baltimore, Maryland. Because of his family's wealth, he was able to attend West Point where he pursued an engineering education, and where he learned to play the Bugle. One year after graduating war broke out between the North and the South. Siding with his state, he stayed true to the Union where he was already commissioned as a lieutenant in the Cavalry. At the current time before he became "lost" he was a member of the 1st Division, Cavalry Corps of the Army of the Potomoc on their way to meet the Confederate Army at the small town of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.
Beliefs: He is a strong Christian and prays often, though he does not press his beliefs onto others. He is also very loyal to his family and friends.

Karalysia said:

Wait, so what do I do?

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Until I update, and you exist within the game.. nothing!

"ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" Guy was panicking, but he knew that if he didn't get a grip, there was going to be trouble. Panic and fear lead to mistakes.

Guy quickly scrambled to the room on his left (the room at the far end of the hall next to window). The last thing he needed was for some stranger to come crashing down on his head.



Guy did his best to get out of the hall before either of the two characters could actually see him. He made a lot of noise in the process though.

Inside the room, Guy stood up and did his best to compose himself, and tucked the butter knife up his sleeve, hoping to conceal it.

Than, as quickly as he scrambled in, Guy nonchalantly strolled back into the corridor, making an effort to hide the fact that he was panickly grabbing knives, ducking under windows and somersaulting into rooms.

"Man, I hope this works," Guy prayed (to no one in particular).

"Hey there," Guy coolly greeted the man climbing through the window, "need a hand?"

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An so the odd group finally calmed down. Having run about, shouted themselves silly and generally been rather excitable, they gathered around the rough wooden table. Christopher Adams sat at the head. He was trying to direct people, or at least was doing what he thought was suitable for the occasion. A fine combed mustache combined with his Aviators certainly was impressive. Shouting above everyone else also seemed to help.
Aiken, who was quite perplexed by this fellow, all the more so that he insisted in called Aiken, Bill was sat aside him. For no reason other than knowning him the longest, a weak alliance was growing.
Further along, Robert Goldson (Bert) was very relaxed, simply slumped in his chair, staring at the ceiling. He let the words wash over, some being absorbed, other simply drifting past.
Guy Adams was sat bolt upright, his eyes darting about. While things seemed safer than they were a short while ago, he couldn't get his heart to slow down. He gripped the knife as a reasurrance.. tucked deep in his pocket. He wasn't sure if he would even want to use it.. but best to be safe than sorry. Everyone had assured him they were clueless and as lost as him,after which he had calmed a little.
Ernest Dickens sat rather uncomfortably. He was upset his clothes were is quite a state of disrepair. They were hardly suitable for clambering through woodland, and then jogging across a pumpkin field...he would have to do something about that.
Adam Skrzewski was pacing up and down muttering under his breath. The whole situation made him uncomfortable; there were too many unanswerable questions.
John Doe is busy talking to himself..

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TO ALL ABOVE: It is mid-afternoon. Please discuss and roleplay anything you want to happen before nightfall. I'll interject with mini updates again.
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Rhys Glenartois blinked, or indeed thought he had, except now, instead of the expected view of Liverpool, was something entirely different. He was at a T-section of a gravel path. Tree's behind him, with a hut a good distance ahead of him.

Alyssia Corvinus could hear heated discussion going on close by. While she did not recognise the room it was clear it was a bathroom. Well, a very simple bathroom, but one non-the-less. She is very annoyed, this wasn't what she wanted in her dream.

Jones Cliffhanger and Samuel Briggs stare at each other. They are both unsure what has just happened to them, but they seem to be at the door of a small hut.. in somewhere they have never been before...both were absolutly bemused at the other attire. Samuel didn't think Jones was a confederate.. but he wasn't sure what he was.

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?

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OOC: Guy ADAMS, Christopher ADAMS, ADAM Skzewski... may I suggest a bit of name changing? I'm finding it quite confusing!

Jones Cliffhanger ignores the other and steps into the door.
Uncertain of what to expect he concentrates and looks for details/clues to deduct and acquire more info.

Alyssia Corvinus could hear heated discussion going on close by. While she did not recognise the room it was clear it was a bathroom. Well, a very simple bathroom, but one non-the-less. She is very annoyed, this wasn't what she wanted in her dream.

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She sniffs disdainfully as she glances around the bathroom. This would certainely not do for someone of her class and status. Rich people shouldn't be in this type of place.

Angry she pick up the metal toilet roll thing and hurls it at the mirror shattering it with a loud crash. Satisfied she picks up a plunger and prepares to go outside.

She intends to demand that she be provided with better accommodations and first class service. If they refuse she will beat them into submission with the plunger. She prepares to give the servants who are arguing outside an earful.

Samuel Briggs gets up and looks for his men. It is obvious he is not in the camp where he went to sleep the night before. He sees no guards as well, it seems the Rebels hadn't captured him in his sleep. As the stranger before him gets up and walks towards the door, ignoring him, he decides he'll follow along, at a distance, of course, to see if he can find something that might tell him where he is and who this stranger is.

'All of this talking is being done in a hasty and unwholesome manner. I'm going outside to soak in the lay of the land. I know there isn't much, but I'm already tired of looking at these walls.'
*Drags chair outside and looks to the horizon like an old man is wont to do.
'I shouldn't have eaten the candy. That little girl probably would have liked it. Always acting hasty, Bert. You need to calm down.'