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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.
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He's gazing in a rather dumbfounded manner at the skyline, his headphones still settled around his neck - definitely not in Kansas anymore, Toto; not that it mattered. He knew he would never get to write his slam poetry in peace, in all honesty.
So in an attempt at absorbing his surroundings effectively, he starts walking, steering clear of any other (presumably) living bodies. He does in fact notice the vast difference in species, but he's not entirely phased by it; two years on a meteor with literal internet trolls really does things to a guy.
There's also the matter of the omni-tool attached to his left arm, a device he doesn't notice nor feel the presence of right away. But only after raising his arm to brush the bangs off his forehead in order to get a clearer look at the sky, does he spot the device...
Priceless.
So here stands Dave Strider, in all his red god tier pajama glory, Knight of Time, shades, and unaware gaping. If you so desire, you might find him pushing his headphones back into place on his ears, drowning out the sounds of Omega. ]
[ ooc | might be tagging with both this account and