i'm the boss, ceo, queen if you're being dramatic (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ceoqueen) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
outsiderslogs2013-02-02 03:21 pm
ceoqueen) wrote in outsiderslogs2013-02-02 03:21 pm
Entry tags:
- !intro log,
- agent carolina | cr au,
- agent south dakota | cr au,
- agent washington | cr au,
- agent york | cr au,
- alistair,
- america,
- arthur | cr au,
- canada | au,
- commander james shepard,
- commander raquel shepard,
- conner kent,
- dave strider,
- dirk strider,
- dun xiahou,
- flash thompson,
- garrus vakarian,
- ino yamanaka | cr au,
- isabela,
- jack | cr au,
- julian sark,
- kaidan alenko,
- liara t'soni,
- maeby funke,
- marian hawke,
- mordin solus,
- morrigan,
- naruto uzumaki,
- peter petrelli,
- randolph lyall,
- shea | oc,
- solona amell,
- steve rogers,
- thane krios,
- tim drake,
- tony foster,
- tony stark
intro log
who. everyone!
what. entering omega.
where. landing pads
when. today
warnings. none for now
You’re not sure how it happened.
A minute ago, you had somewhere to go, someplace to be. Maybe something important to do, or maybe you were just going out to buy groceries. Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter anymore.
You’re in some kind of transport -- a shuttle, given the turbulence and the sounds outside. You’re surrounded by strangers, some of whom might not even be the same species you are. There’s no point in asking. They don’t know how they got here either. The cockpit’s blocked off, like someone forgot to put in a door, and not even a glance at your omni-tool -- a holographic interface accessible by merely tapping the sensor on your left arm -- is any help.
You’ve only got a minute or so before the shuttle starts descending. There aren’t any windows -- this doesn’t look like a shuttle meant for long trips. When it finally touches down, the doors open automatically.
Before you are landing pads, abandoned equipment scattered about. There are other shuttles landing, and whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to get off before yours dumps you out the door. Turn around, and you’re met with a hazy skyline, only half the buildings seem to be coming from above.
Welcome to Omega.
ooc notes
You’re free to expand past the landing area, but please start all threads here. Please remember that your character will not have housing until Aria makes a post granting it; it’ll be onoutsiders and linked here when it goes up.
what. entering omega.
where. landing pads
when. today
warnings. none for now
You’re not sure how it happened.
A minute ago, you had somewhere to go, someplace to be. Maybe something important to do, or maybe you were just going out to buy groceries. Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter anymore.
You’re in some kind of transport -- a shuttle, given the turbulence and the sounds outside. You’re surrounded by strangers, some of whom might not even be the same species you are. There’s no point in asking. They don’t know how they got here either. The cockpit’s blocked off, like someone forgot to put in a door, and not even a glance at your omni-tool -- a holographic interface accessible by merely tapping the sensor on your left arm -- is any help.
You’ve only got a minute or so before the shuttle starts descending. There aren’t any windows -- this doesn’t look like a shuttle meant for long trips. When it finally touches down, the doors open automatically.
Before you are landing pads, abandoned equipment scattered about. There are other shuttles landing, and whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to get off before yours dumps you out the door. Turn around, and you’re met with a hazy skyline, only half the buildings seem to be coming from above.
Welcome to Omega.
ooc notes
You’re free to expand past the landing area, but please start all threads here. Please remember that your character will not have housing until Aria makes a post granting it; it’ll be on
outsiders and linked here when it goes up.
no subject
Apparently giving his attention back to the omni-tool, he goes to walk right by Dave, muttering as he strides past,]
Might want to work on the subtlety.
[He raises his free hand in a brief, dismissive wave.]
1/2
>ohnoyoudidnt ]
no subject
...
[ You cannot stop the douche, for you ARE the douche.
>Dave: Fine, just say something. ]
Hey, kid bro.
no subject
He spins back round on his heel, playin' it cool.]
Yo. Finally got something to say?
no subject
Nah, I just like staring at your outlandishly perfected hairdo because you're fucking pretty. [ That was a dry joke. ] But hey, if you could answer a simple one and tell me who you are exactly, that would work, too.
no subject
[He sure did just flick his hair back. Ironically. His expression doesn't change though.]
Dirk Strider. Autodidact extraordinaire, and apparent enticer of the hedonistic. Kind of a big deal, but also pretty busy at the moment.
no subject
Well, at least his suspicions are completely correct. Alternate player Dirk, meet original player Dave. Still fucking weird. ]
Yeah? So on a scale of 1 to ItCouldn'tBeMoreObviousThatWe'reStuck, how busy are you scrutinizing our situation with a goddamn laser beam pointer.
no subject
Rude. Don't think that's how you generally respond after a guy introduces his fine self. But if you're resigned to being stuck on this shitheap for the foreseeable future, then whatever. Ain't really my concern.
no subject
[ Never mind that he's included you, Dirk, in that 'we'. ]
no subject
[And with that, he's walking off again to fuck knows where. Away from the crowded landing pads, that's for sure.]
no subject
[ Walking next to Dirk at his speed, now. ] C'mon, we're currently surrounded by extraterrestrial specimen emitting an overwhelming degree of putrid stank shank, which can only mean one thing.
[ A brief pause. ]
Space has really let itself go, man. 15 minutes in and no Xenomorphs or guitar-strumming Catullans in sight.