what's the status of this ship? besides crashed
and what class is it? which system did it come from? i've never seen anything like it and i've flown almost everything there is
who was its pilot? its crew? does it have a hyperdrive generator? something this big should
you might know it as the jump drive. that's a term i've heard thrown around but nobody seems to really be able to explain it
i need to know every detail

there's obviously extensive damage all over but the worst debris can probably be stripped away
with time and the right tools
which i need
all of them, all of the tools
i don't care if it's a wrench or a hydrospanner, i need it
just put them in a pile somewhere and i'll sort through the mess
if there's a droid handy, i'll need that too
and lots of rope

i'm going to get this thing flying again
 
 
16 December 2015 @ 11:15 pm
Answer any of the following privately to receive a more difficult puzzle in reply.

1. What is the name of the land of fire with the burning mountain in it?

2. There is a four-digit number, with digits abcd (d in the ones position, c in the tens, and so on), that fulfills the following conditions. What is the number?
    a = b/3
    b = b
    c = a+b
    d = 3b


3. You are running in a race. Just before the finish line, you pass the person in second place. What place did you finish in?

Rules:

1. Search with your mind, not your feet. This is for entertainment purposes only. Don't go looking for a burning mountain.
2. Send answers privately. Don't spoil it for anyone else.
3. Unless someone donates prizes, the only prize is more puzzles.

Read more... )
 
 
07 December 2015 @ 02:18 pm
I've made some sticks.

[ The video begins as if in mid conversation, because hey, we're all friends, here. Hawke's voice is audible as the speaker, but the feed is pointed downwards, where a cluster of -- indeed -- sticks are gathered on the ground. Or rather, roughly crafted staves. A sense of scale gives the impression that they're at least five to six foot in length, trimmed and mostly polished smooth, ends blunted. The video doesn't move from this view throughout. ]

They're for hitting one another with, although allegedly, some skill goes into it. Not fancy, when compared to your amazing thunder blast wands [ he knows they're called 'guns', probably ] but at least they don't run out of anything. If you'd like to learn how to hit things with sticks really well, I'll be practicing west of camp. We can have a go at each other. It'll be fun.

[ Definitely for Hawke, anyway. ]
 
 
27 November 2015 @ 09:17 pm

[ USER NAME: blake ]



blake's dating service? anyone? ( she's not looking to kick it off again okay she's just curious as to how many people remember that shit storm ) for the people who avoided that little gem, little bits of advice/tips/etc. on surviving in a wild forest with things that want to kill us? might be helpful for people who aren't used to this.

i'll start: please please please always be careful about what you stick in your mouth. don't get me wrong i can't tell you how to live your life, but i don't feel like a repeat of a whole camp tripping on hallucinogenic nuts.
 
 
24 November 2015 @ 12:56 pm
[The feed opens on a view of the jungle, dark as night falls over the trees. A fire burns in a pit to the right side of shot, the orange glow flickering across the trunks, the crackle and spit of burning logs. Boots come into frame, Riddick dropping to his haunches in front of the camera, only his hands and their recognisable guards visible. He's holding something. A medium-sized creature, limp in death.]

Got a sickness in the animals. [He holds the animal closer to the camera, showing the state of it. Bony ridges breaking through fur, misshapen limbs, blood crusted around its eyes. Sickly. Unnatural.] You see any, kill them. Burn the bodies.

[He rises to stand, boots turning, and the corpse is thrown onto the fire.]
 
 
15 October 2012 @ 03:06 pm
If a rabbit could talk, what do you think he might sound like? It's a boy rabbit. A nice one, but not too nice. Tolerant but fair.
 
 
16 September 2012 @ 08:23 am
[ The feed turns on. He sees people on the other side, and he's pretty sure other people could see him, like a small, two-way mirror! That’s certainly progress. (He doesn't trust the device but it's progress.) There's a bit of an emphasis on the "small" part, though, so he puts the mirror closer to his eyes, just short of pressing it against his face. He needs to talk to somebody and get to the bottom of this. ]

Hello there! Can you hear me?

[ The other people in the feed seem to be listening. He takes that as a good sign and continues talking. ]

I’m Alistair, the… uh, King of Ferelden. I would like to inquire about this place, if that's all right. Mainly, where am I? What am I doing here? I’m not… in grave danger, am I? Because I really ought to be getting back to Denerim, I sort of have a country to run, thanks.

Oh, but if none of you could answer that, then can I at least ask for an audience with your… king? Viscount? Leader? Whatever you call them? I’m sure we can work something out. Resolve it diplomatically. I walk away, they get something, good feelings and negotiations all around.
 
 
11 September 2012 @ 08:30 pm
[There's a burst of static before Bethany's face comes in, a deep frown on her face. She's obviously struggling with the device]

-estly couldn't make this thing any bloody easier to use? Come on, now...

Oh. Oh I think it's on.

[She takes a second to straighten up, a little, the confused look on her face readjusting to the cool professional mask she puts on while in Grey Warden mode.]

My name is Bethany, and I am a Grey Warden. If anyone is familiar with my order I would... greatly appreciate someone putting me in contact with them.

[She hesitates a moment, looking a little uncertain, before adding-]

...Thank you.

[aaand disconnect.]
 
 
30 August 2012 @ 05:37 pm
Given all the rah rah rah for morality that I've seen lately, I figure the topic should be broached.

To me, it doesn't makes a difference and that's what's taken me so long to get to it. If kids want to drink, they're going to find a way to get to what they want. Not to mention, I hardly hold the monopoly on alcohol. [ he's getting to his point in a very roundabout way, yes. ] I'd also like to say that there isn't a day that goes by that I don't see at least one person drinking on camera, drunk texting or boasting about their inebriated state in some manner or another. More often than not, they're what I'd consider underage. And I'm not inclined to give much of a shit about where the product is going because I'm not profiting from it specifically in monetary value.

We don't have a set legal system. Each of us are from countries or worlds where the age cap varies or is completely irrelevant.

That being said, my point is: should there be an age restriction on those I knowingly permit into [ hm, no he's not going to say my ] an establishment where drinking and partying could lead to one thing and then another? I've seen an awful lot of preaching about save the children. God forbid we overlook their sweet, virgin eyes. If we're going to be stuck together for an indefinite amount of time, this might as well be addressed to [ huh, okay, what word does he want to use with you assholes? ] keep the peace. Or something like it. So, let's have it.

Don't care, couldn't be made to care or alternatively, open it to discussion. [ he's bored enough to let strangers and friends bicker at him and among each other. ] And if you were hired by myself or my [ other half ] business partner, report.

[ the camera angle lowers like he's done or ready to shut it off, instead he's scratching behind his ear and shifting his jaw to begrudgingly announce: ] Oh, and by the way, for those of you that knew him.. I think it's safe to finally assume that Justin Taylor has gone home. [ or wherever the fuck people who aren't dead but simply gone go, he doesn't say but his condescending and bitter fucking uncomfortable smirk implies. ]
 
 
[Count on another ren faire escapee to trigger an accidental video (or...perhaps not so accidental, although he's certainly ignoring the device at first) as he wrecks electrical mayhem in the holodeck. It's an impressive lightning storm, if you go in for that kind of thing, the figure in the center of it blindingly illuminated as electricity arcs and scorches in wide blazing bursts, the triggered sprinkler system doing nothing to quell it.

Eventually, it dies down, and the man in the middle of it with a rather ragged beard takes a swig from a bottle.]


You know, [he says, conversationally; this isn't an accident, then] I think we ought to vote on a name change for this Maker accursed ship. My darling friend Isabela hinted to me once--pirate captain, lovely woman, would rob you blind in a flash--I believe hinted to me that renaming a ship and properly anointing it with--ah, 'dancing' and alcohol could shift a curse. What with all the murder and mayhem and general poor attitudes I believe we're overdue!

I say we call her the good ship Meredith. But that's only after an old friend. Absolutely mad and murderous. I think it's fitting--oh, oh, or The Death Trap! Something spooky and doom inducing, at least. Who's with me?

[He fixes the camera with his most dazzling (soaked, drunk) smile.]
 
 
25 August 2012 @ 08:49 am
[ Normally, she would address the ship with both her name and face. A bow of her head, her most polite smile — means by which to garner favor and convince those she would entreat for help. (See how how guilelessly I ask, says her look. Truly, I am a soul worth helping. But gone are those days, for there are those aboard the ship who would readily look upon Alayne's face and say: behold, Sansa Stark or Lady Lannister or I knew Petyr Baelish; of bastards, he had none. Though she needs the assistance others, Alayne knows she must be careful now in what she offers too readily. Even if the other Westerosi still struggle with their devices, she must not rely solely upon their ignorances to keep her shielded and her secrets hidden.

So: some caution, at least at the very surface. A request made through text; an offer with a name but no face. A bastard from the Vale in search of cloth, that is all.
]

Good people of the Tranquility.
I am in search of a passenger, intrepid and strong-legged, to assist me in my endeavors.
Already once I have offered my services to the ship,
those of sewing, mending and embroidery,
and I hope to continue to do so, though I am hindered by a certain lack.
Although thread has come readily to me with the jumps,
fabric proves a much rarer commodity.
My aim is to enlist aid in the collection and dyeing of cloth.
The ship is vast and many of its quarters stand empty,
and I would look to gather some portion of those unused linens,
to give that fabric greater purpose.

But the vastness of the Tranquility is no place for a young woman to venture alone.
Especially when her arms alone promise to return such a meager bounty.

I offer recompense by way of trade or exchange of service.
The ship has been generous with me by way of worldly possession,
though I fear most of what I own is rather delicate and will only appeal to certain tastes.

Thank you.


[ The message is posted and remains as is for an hour, maybe two. Then later an amendment comes, one that Alayne debates over including. ]

I am also in search of the person
who thought it fit to slip a note beneath my door last night.
You are not in trouble by any means, whomever you are.
I look only to thank you for your endeavors.
 
 
24 August 2012 @ 10:28 am
Good day. My name, as many of you know, is Miles Edgeworth. I have been present on this ship for approximately two and one half months at this point; at home, I was a prosecutor.

I've a pair of proposals for your consideration. Each will be posted first via the text function, then read aloud for those who avoid the use of text.

The 'buddy system'. )
Mediation service; still in its beginning stages, looking for volunteers/input )



[OOC: If people sign up for the buddy system, I'll be matching them up next weekend sometime! An opportunity for forcing your character into new CR. :>]
 
 
[ had tony been anyone else, this would have been accidental. the device would have turned on and you'd get to see what most people would find a pathetic guy nursing what looks like some form of space booze. but no, this is intentional and while tony is looking way more interested in his glass for a good moment or two when it comes on, he does eventually turn to face it. he waves with his free hand before he speaks. ]

You know, I find it stupid that our resident- whatever you wanna call Spock, our real first officer, the one who actually has that designation off this ship, is telling us that we should go talk to someone because of loss and how it's so tragic. Personally, I find talking about that shit to be bullshit because what, they're going to tell you that it's a universal thing and how it'll go away. I'll let you in on a little secret, they lie, because what's going to happen is you'll never get over it and you'll be stuck spending all your time whining at people who really don't give a shit about you. And before all of you psych kids come yelling at me, I'll have you know that little Ms. Sommers was getting high and I just want to say, that is definitely not a healthy coping mechanism, is it? [ he pauses. ] I know what you're going to say now, well, Tony, look at you, you're drinking right now, what does that say about you?

That says I've been doing this for years. That I've gone on benders and I've given speeches that are coherent while drunk off my ass and I've built shit better than all of you while say it with me drunk. Honestly, I'm not particularly going to give a fuck about what you're going to analyze about it. Because someone else has said it before you did, you can't say anything I haven't heard already. Fact of the matter is, sometimes people like to drink. And sometimes, people deserve the right to drink when they've been a really good person about not doing it much, if at all, for nine goddamn months. Not including the time I was randomly home, where the same was true. 

And I know, you all want to know if I'm got some gloom and doom shit to tell you. I don't, because Eridan already beat me to that with finding a dead body in the pool and whatsherface having the theory about that list being a hit list. Ironic that her Sherlock, the one on the list ended up dying right after.

What I do have to ask, though, is that maybe if you're feeling liking admitting that you just want to drink your stupid sorrows away or your issues away, I don't care, but you should maybe head up to the tenth floor, it's weird up here. Quiet. Kind of creepy. Whatever. And even if you don't feel like it you should at least come find me and maybe make it so I don't have to hunt down every bit of alcohol on this ship to make it so I don't remember this entire month. 

[ 100% stark encryption to natasha romanoff | unhackable ]

If you don't bring vodka and lots of it to where I am, I will be very mad and feel so very betrayed by you. Besides, I know I'm not the only one who wants to drink. And no telling on me to you know who. 


[ ooc | okay so the people who this is filtered away from are as followed: howard stark, jon snow, the starks from asoiaf (including alayne), petyr baelish, pepper potts, betty ross, both lokis, libby, and i think that's it? you can do action in this if you would like, just tell me. it's not required obviously, but the option is there because tony did say to come up if you'd like. and my apologies if i am slow when i tag. ]
 
 
14 August 2012 @ 04:05 pm
text  

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/'[\\

my name is rickon
mayster luwin taught me my letters and i KNOW HOW TO READddd

i can see what you are writing
i can read it

dont think i cant read what you folk say
cause
i can

and i am reading all the time

i can take care of my self and shaggy
we dont have to do what any one tells us to

shaggy cant read but i can
and where ever shaggy goes i can know what he sees

this is a warning
be nice

be nice to doggs and wolfs
to boys and girls too
and mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters

or

i
will know

and shaggydog will find you



i mean it