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 Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 10:00 am
• • • Eventually we must leave Earth--at least a certain number of our progeny must as our sun approaches the end of its solar life cycle. But just as terrestrial explorers have always led the way for settlers, this will also happen extraterrestrially. Earth is our cradle, not our final destiny.- Astronaut Edgar Mitchell, The Way of the Explorer, 1996 • • • Introduction | The Plot | The Setting | The Schedule, Date and Time | The Rules | Accepted Profiles | News and Updates
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 10:13 am
Journal Entry #104 // 27 April 3045 It had all started with the death of the princess. Oh God, she was so beautiful in death! Stiller than one in the deepest sleep…
It pained me to look at her, to touch her faint blue lips or to kiss her ghostly pale forehead. So beautiful, so very radiant. The most horrible bit of it though, was that I had to leave her. My poor beloved, alone in her stone casket. They sent her off yesterday. It was a somber event. I was forced to watch from the outskirts…
Since then, things have gone downhill. My sweet being the only child of two old monarchs, their line will soon end. Who then
will rule?! Perhaps, had they not betrothed her to that… that cur of a lord, all would be well. She deserved better than him. I hope that now, she has it. No, I’m sure she does.
But now, chaos has taken over, as the lords and ladies of this ship vie to become the next in line for the throne! One would think they could afford their dear princess with more than two day’s respect! At least it means that they have put off looking
for her murderer. I think her cat was the only one who saw me…Gεοrgε Cαvειεττο ... • • • So reads the final entry of George Caveletto, who has sense disappeared. Some believe that, after committing this heinous act, he took his own life to be with his beloved. Of course, there are many more who believe that he is still among them, in hiding, biding his time until his next murder…
In the year 2647, a catastrophic event occurred in one of the many obscure solar systems littering the Milky Way. An unfortunate, small blue planet orbiting a sun that was ever expanding was pulled into the blazing star. Humans, the planet’s occupants, were forced to evacuate their home, but it all happened too quickly. Many lives were lost. Those who survived were jettisoned into space on large ships, built to support many lives until they found an alternate world on which to settle. Over time, these ships fell out of contact with each other. What little communication there was was few and far between. As they became more isolated, the inhabitants of the flagship Apollo M-47 began to feel the strain…
Many decades passed with no sign of a new home. Through the various conflicts that arose from so many people confined to the same place – regardless of how large, Democracy failed. Necessity called for a ruler, and that ruler took the title king. This single ruler fell into the role of the sole political ruler – settling disputes on the ship and serving as the face of the people of Apollo M-47 on the seldom occasions when they were contacted by other ships. Through generations, his family supplanted themselves as the heads of the people.
And now, the sole heir, the young princess, has been murdered. The power vacuum has brought many power-hungry lords and ladies into the mix – each vying for a position as the next head-of-ship. And in their struggle, they have forgotten the root of their problems. George Caveletto is still at large. Were his actions those of a star-struck and unlucky lover, or do they serve some greater purpose? There are whispers or rebellion on the ship. And either way, the death of the princess has brought all of the tumoil, competition, envy, and greed on the ship out into the open. It is quickly becoming less likely that the inhabitants of Apollo M-47 survive to find their home…• • • Introduction | The Plot | The Setting | The Schedule, Date and Time | The Rules | Accepted Profiles | News and Updates
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 10:33 am
• • • As I couldn't find any pictures of the interior of a spacecraft that fit what I was thinking, you can use your imagination. Most of the interior is clean and modern looking. There are some gardens from an attempt at saving the flora of Earth as well as its people.• • • Introduction | The Plot | The Setting | The Schedule, Date and Time | The Rules | Accepted Profiles | News and Updates
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 10:34 am
• • • 29 April 3045
It has been two days since the murder. Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday | Saturday | Sunday Early Morning | Morning | Mid-Afternoon | Late Afternoon | Evening | Night • • • Introduction | The Plot | The Setting | The Schedule, Date and Time | The Rules | Accepted Profiles | News and Updates
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 10:34 am
• • • o1 Make an attempt at Lit. or Adv. Lit.
This means use quotation marks around sentences, capitalize the first letter, add use proper punctuation. I'm thinking at least a good two or three paragraphs. I won't be too harsh about the amount, but make a real attempt. It's boring for one person to carry an entire plot-line.
o2 No God-Modding.
No one is all-powerful. That gets boring too. And think about your characters. You're on a ship full of humans. I can understand some androids or something like that, but don't jump in with some Victorian Age vampire please.
o3 PM me all profiles and follow my profile code.
You can make it your own, that's fine. But the basic information needed is the same for everyone. I'll add your profile to the page after you PM it to me.
o4 Follow the ToS.
This should be self-explanatory, but follow the rules for Gaia and the rules for the guild. If your character simply cannot stand keeping their clothes on, okay, but I don't want to read about it.
o5 Be Dramatic!
Make the RP interesting. Be mean. Cheat. Play dirty. Be two-faced. You can do basically what you want so I should think that there would be a little drama. Sometimes I'm guilty of putting off plot development because I don't want to force other people. Just do it anyway, it's up to everyone else to react. This doesn't mean you can do something that makes EVERYONE drop what they're doing and carry on with your story, but be creative and have fun with it!• • • Introduction | The Plot | The Setting | The Schedule, Date and Time | The Rules | Accepted Profiles | News and Updates
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 10:35 am
• • • General Info
There are some characters in this RP that could be really interesting and it's not fair for me to NPC them all. In short they are:
The Lord the Princess was Betrothed To
The King
The Queen
Chief of Police
Of course, you can play any one that you want to, but if you're interested in playing one of these characters, let me know. I've purposefully not given them a great deal of detail because I'd like to see how you shape them.• • • Profile Layout
You don't absolutely have to use this, but if you're bored and don't want to make one, it's here. We still need your general information - name, profession, age, personality, biography, race, and your gaia name though. Pretty Please! In all honesty, if you want to put the bare minimum in your profile, I don't really mind, so long as you make up for it with your RPing. [align=center] Image Here [/align]
[color=your color][size=13][b]In the hospital ward they called me: [/color][/size][/b]
[size=10]{Name}[/size]
[color=your color][size=13][b]But you can call me: [/color][/size][/b]
[size=10]{Nickname(s)}[/size]
[color=your color][size=13][b]I don't always like it, but I'm a: [/color][/size][/b]
[size=10]{Profession or Social Status}[/size]
[color=your color][size=13][b]I've been on this ship for, eh...: [/color][/size][/b]
[size=10]{Age}[/size]
[color=your color][size=13][b]You might think that I'm:[/color][/size][/b]
[size=10]{Stereotypes or labels}[/size]
[color=your color][size=13][b]But really, I am: [/color][/size][/b]
[size=10]{Personality}[/size]
[color=your color][size=13][b]As far back as I can remember: [/color][/size][/b]
[size=10]{Biography}[/size]
[color=your color][size=13][b]I’m a: [/color][/size][/b]
[size=10]{Race}[/size]
[color=your color][size=13][b]And I'm played by:[/color][/b][/size]
[size=10]{Gaianame}[/size] • • • Accepted Profiles  In the hospital ward they called me: Jeffery Clennam But you can call me: Jeff I don't always like it, but I'm a: Nurse I've been on this ship for, eh...: 26 years You might think that I'm: a bit loony But really, I am: quiet intelligent indeed. I calculate my every move perfectly. If you think I'm dimwitted, it is because I want you to think that. Before all this, I'd been called cold by some, and perhaps they're right. If I wasn't, I wouldn't have been able to get away with it. But now, I'm trying to turn over a new leaf, lay low, and keep those around me happy so they won't ask questions. Still, from the doctor's strange looks at me, I think perhaps I'm overdoing it. I was never particularly adept at showing sweetness... As far back as I can remember: I've loved her. Perhaps it was that we grew up together. As the son of the royal physician, I played with the princess while my father attended her parents, uncles, aunts, and all the others. And she was kind to me! The rest, they simply ignored my presence, but she was so very kind. It was her presence that kept me from protesting when my father forced me into the family business. At least, I would get to see her. Though I never had any affinity for the practice, I was good at it, surgery in particular.
That is how I spent the happiest years of my life - serving the royal family. And I still remember how she'd smile when she was sick and I came to visit. I know she loved me. Anyway! Everything was perfect.
That was until they announced the engagement! Clearly, it wasn't her idea. She was being forced into it, just like my father had forced me into becoming a doctor. So, I did the only thing I could do - I saved her from a lifetime of torment and falsities.
And now I'm alone. I've discarded my old name, abdicated my old position, and now I'm working as a nurse for a doctor who I think is far less capable than I am! I’m a: Human And I'm played by: jumbrello• • •  In the hospital ward they called me: Lethea DorritBut you can call me: TheaI love my job! At least more than the alternative... I'm a: Doctor I've been on this ship for, eh...: 22 yearsYou might think that I'm:Mousy and QuietBut really: I've got quite the temper. I'm not quick to trust anyone, particularly those of the higher classes. And that works out for the best. The mission cannot afford to have any of its members running off at the mouth in front of the police. Some people think they're not there, but I know different, they're just disguised. Anyway, it's clear enough that I'm clever, I'm the youngest doctor on board after all. But just because I'm young, don't think I'll put up with your nonsense.As far back as I can remember: I've been stuck. This isn't some great redemption story, where the poor girl does well and makes her way in the world, quite the opposite. I was born quite well, to Lord and Lady Dorrit. They were close to the royal family. But, when I was only a child, they died mysteriously. I was told that they had been killed in an outbreak of tuberculosis, but I hadn't seen them sick. That knowledge was what led me to become a doctor, so I could help people like my parents.
I've since learned that there was no such outbreak. My parents were killed for dissent against the crown. As such, I have no great pity for the royal family in their time of need. In fact, for years, I've been involved in a resistance movement.
And I've learned a lot from it. It seems that, rather than really look for a new home, the royal family has us careening pointlessly into space - well aware of the fact that, when we do find a new home, their power will not be so solid. It's not much better now though, with the only heir freshly dead.
The job of the resistance is to find us a home by any means necessary.
But lately, my work has gotten a little more difficult. There's a new nurse, and his presence is unsettling. It's not even that he seems to think himself more adapt for my position than I am, it's something deeper. Since he came on the scene, I haven't been able to shake work from my mind and complete my duties for the resistance, and I think they're losing patience with me.I’m a: HumanAnd I'm played by:Jumbrello• • • Introduction | The Plot | The Setting | The Schedule, Date and Time | The Rules | Accepted Profiles | News and Updates
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 10:37 am
• • • 04/18/2010 • This thread is open for business to all that are interested.
• This thread was made for the primary purpose of participating in the writing contest, but I would be more than happy to RP it if anyone is interested!
• Fair warning, I do not normally play futuristic RPs (not for any lack of interest, but I'm a history major...) but I'll give it my all!• • • Introduction | The Plot | The Setting | The Schedule, Date and Time | The Rules | Accepted Profiles | News and Updates
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