The "No Fandom Politics" Dressing Room RPG

Friday, March 12th, 2010

This is what being dead is like.

[Lucian slowly opens his eyes. He doesn't feel the liquid silver clogging his veins anymore, and there is no burn in his chest from the silver bullets that Kraven shot him with.

He is very sure that he can not be alive anymore. He already survived longer than he should have.

Also, he is in a hallway that he has never seen before, just lying on the ground, and none of his men are around. Slowly, he gets on his feet. He looks down on himself. His shirt has bullet holes and is smeared with blood, and he is dirty as ever, but he feels healthy.]

Afterlife is an office building? [He says it to himself as he starts walking. He finds himself thinking that all the religions apparently got it pretty wrong in their versions, if this is really heaven or, more appropriate for someone as him, hell. Then again, who could have guessed this?]

mood:

confused

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Friday, January 22nd, 2010

awesomeprussia

Things had not been awesome lately. Actually, things had pretty much started going downhill after World War 1. Needless to say, Prussia hadn't been at his most awesome for quite some time and he'd even refused to join West for dinner, preferring to retreat to his bedroom. Prussia never pulled back in a fight, he was there to win, but some things were just no longer in his awesome hands. West was managing on his own and he was being pushed down by West's leaders, so he was pretty much just there. His Leader... He was more like a puppet.

The albino was sure Old Fritz was rolling over in his grave.

So, instead of letting his mood drop further down, he had decided on getting some rest. But when he woke up, he found himself somewhere unfamiliar, and arched an eyebrow as he headed out from the room he had woken up in and into a hallway, looking around. A part of him was glad he hadn't bothered to remove his SS Panzer uniform before taking a nap, because wandering around in his pajamas would not have been awesome. A chirp behind him made him glance back, before he turned and grinned. Should've known that if there was someone who would never leave him, it was Gilbird.

"Gilbird! Awesome!" He cheered, leaning down to pick the yellow fluffball up, holding the small bird in his hands. "Hey Gilbird, do you know where we are?" He asked, frowning a little when the bird simply chirped at him and tilted his head. "Mm. You have no idea either, huh?" He said, before putting the tiny creature on his head to let him nest in his hair.

"Well... I guess it's time to explore then."

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Thursday, January 7th, 2010

Throwing a Nick in here, make of him what you will.

gamblinman

[And in runs a man, in a panic, desperate to get... somewhere.
His obscenely expensive suit is stained with blood and slime. The rifle clutched in his hand and a cut on his forehead showing signs of some kind of fight.
And he's just running, frantically running. He needs to get away.
Until he realises... This isn't the bridge.]

Wait... What the hell? Did we make it? [He reaches a hand out towards the walls. This isn't where he was.] Guys, you there? [He calls back over his shoulder. No sign of anyone. No sign of the bridge.]

Hey, where are you? ...The fuck is going on? Where's the fuckin'... Dammit!
[He slams his fist against the wall.]
We were almost out, we were going to make it. We were gonna survive.
[He sighed, falling back against the wall, defeated.]
Everybody's gone now... Everyone.

mood:

crushed

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Tuesday, December 15th, 2009

TL;DR UP AHEAD YO :V

laughwithme

[As Octopus was randomly wandering the hallways, since she hadn't been out for awhile, she came upon a room. The door wasn't all the fancy, and it looked perfectly normal, but... but she felt some sort of odd.. "nostalgia" of this. It wasn't exactly a great feeling though, which was making her reconsider.

But, of course, she stupidly wandered into the room.

What a bad idea.]

No... No!

[There it was... the suit. The very suit that made her insane; the one that dragged on her killing nature, hidden deep inside under that faux smile. She didn't want to be in her. She wanted so bad just to run back out and nail the damn door down.

But she found that she couldn't move. It was almost as if she was glued to that very spot.

That is, until she found herself slowly stepping forward towards the pile of metal. She wanted to cry, she really did. She felt her eyes brimming up with the familiar water, but they refused to fall. Soon enough, she stood upon the spot, right next to it.

She suddenly wanted to put it on.

As she stared at for a few moments, she reached for it and soon enough... Octopus was back inside the tentacled suit of armor.]

ehehehehehehehehehahahahahAHAHAHAHAH~!

[She started to laugh, a menacing laugh unlike the real one she emitted usually. It was more sinister, more... beast-like. Her voice was melted with an angry, growling voice. One that would be thought to sound like a demon.]

IT'S ALL SO FUCKING HYSTERICAL~! LAUGH WITH ME! LAAAUGH~!!

[She glided out of the room, grinning under the shapeless, faceless mask upon her face, like a maniac, although it went unseen.]

((Octopus has found her Beast Suit. Watch out, she'll try to kill you. Try not to get whacked by her tentacles. She'll be like this for awhile.))

mood:

apathetic

music: Hey There Mr. Brooks - Asking Alexandria

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Monday, November 2nd, 2009

rhodes_to_glory

*His eyes flickered open slowly. He felt so groggy. He didn't remember drinking so much last night. Maybe he had more than he expected.
Rubbing his head, he slowly sat up... Or, maybe Ted kept loading his drinks.
Either way, he had no idea where he was.*

"Goddamn it..." *He groaned, his surroundings slowly coming into focus, presenting him with a blank, featureless hall. He slowly realised he had been asleep on the floor, the cold surface chilling his bare legs.*
"The hell... What the hell kind of locker room is this?"

*He grumbled, slowly getting to his feet. Had he been left behind? Or just dumped somewhere?
Maybe it was some kind of prank. It seemed like something Ted and Randy would do.
Standing up, he straightened his plain, black T-shirt and adjusted his trunks, glancing around the corridor.*

"I'm gonna kill those two..."

(ooc: It's Cody Rhodes! Be nice, wont you? =3)

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Sunday, October 18th, 2009

ex_soldier1s897

Sephiroth could have sworn he just closed his eyes for a second. He had been waiting for Zack to get the power flowing to the doors so they could be opened in Mako Reactor 5 and so they could find Hollander and possibly Angeal and Genesis. However, he started to doubt that it had been just a second, because when he opens his eyes he is somewhere new. Although it is similar to Mako Reactor 5, there are those certain details that are off. The tall man turns and presses a gloved hand to the door, examining it. It's different too, he finds. The color isn't quite right. Of course, being a SOLDIER 1st Class. The SOLDIER 1st Class, he does not believe that he could've been 'kidnapped' in the middle of a mission.

".. Hm." He makes a quizzical sound, trying to come up with some explanation for the rather unusual event that is occurring. He moves away from the door, the familiar sound of boots moving across a metal floor echoing through the large room and he makes his way over to the railing, looking down. Had this been Mako Reactor 5, he would've heard Zack fighting below. But there is nothing, only the sound of his own movements as he walks back over to the door that now goes up. Silver brows go up, face displaying a faint surprise that soon fades back into a calmer look as he moves into a hallway that is unfamiliar to him by any standard. It's not in the Reactor and certainly not the ShinRa building.

He steps out, looking in both directions, ready to defend himself should he need to, though he has very little belief that there is something around that could be strong enough to take him down. Of course, he isn't quite so arrogant that he isn't on edge however. Deciding it's best to explore, to look for some sort of explanation to this peculiar happening, he wanders off in one direction, staying alert as he moves along at a quick, though not rushed pace.

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Sunday, August 9th, 2009

A Present....

aceoheartscajun

[First, an OOC note. Our Vamp/Wolf/LaughingOctopus/LydiaDeetz's RPer is celebrating their birthday today! On behalf of NFPDR, I'd like to congratulate said RPer and wish them the happiest of birthdays]

[I promised them this gift! A smut thread between Vamp and Remy! Yes, it was going to happen eventually anyway, but we might as well get off the, ahem, 'to do list.' Apparently, the need to resolve UST is related to one of the laws of thermodynamics.]

[IN CHARACTER SEGMENT]
[Remy has left a note on the door of his "Seduction Room"]

"Vamp,

You know you want me. Come in.

-Gambit"

[Locked to phallicknives]

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Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

THE SYSTEM SHOCK THREAD

sh0dan

Note: This is a serious thread. Keep lighthearted stuff away from this festival of horrors with a twenty foot pole.

This is also a horror thread. For purposes of setting a mood, the moderator requests that all players listen to a specific song whilst working on this thread. The song is "Deliver Us From Evil" by Allied Vision and can be found at www.myspace.com/alliedvision (please scroll down on the player to the very last song).

SHODAN also has access to the psych profile of every character. So be prepared for acute trauma. All players that have arranged a special 'scripted sequence' with the moderator are asked to be present here. Any other players may come in whenever they wish.

The corridors of the No Fandom Politics Dressing Room are not the same... the lights flicker on and off irregularly. In the light, one sees limbs scatterred across the floor. Blood smears across walls spell out "resist," "run" and "stay away." The stench of rotting flesh and wet iron fills the humid air.

A hospital. White tile and stainless steel panelling. Computers that are impossibly advanced rest on almost every wall. Screens are liberally scattered across the walls; occasionally the shortest flashes of a sinister face emmeshed in wires and data conduits appears.

We come to what appears to be a surgical room. The machine at the end houses a brown-haired, silver-eyed, slender scientist clad only in sneakers, a pair of jeans, a green T-shirt and a white lab coat. A screen on the machine reads:

NEUROGRAFT SURGERY: NEURAL CYBERSPACE INTERFACE IMPLANTATION
HEALING COMA INDUCED
COMA EXPIRES IN FIVE MINUTES

There's a locker at the other end of the room from the surgery machine. The door is spattered with blood and closed. A small white-and-red object is lying on the floor next to the locker.

COMA EXPIRES IN ONE MINUTE

The very soft sound of robotic movement comes from the door into the next room. The door is locked. A lead pipe lies next to the door. Flakes of dried blood stick to one end of it.

COMA EXPIRES IN FIVE SECONDS... REVIVAL PROCESSES INITIATED... SUBJECT CORE TEMPERATURE RISING..

SUBJECT... DR. EMMERICH, HAL

[OOC: Hal must awake from brain surgery first, then we can assemble the party. As stated before some party members will start in different locations, usually unpleasant ones, and join up with the main party over time]

location: Citadel Station

mood:

shocked

music: "Deliver Us From Evil" by Allied Vision

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Saturday, July 18th, 2009

Well this is certainly different...

roguemoon

Hands clasped behind his back and with a bored line to his black lips, he walked through the strange darkness that had appeared within his lab. He had felt absolutely no psychic pull so that discounted about half the universal phenomenon this could be associated with. His tesseract system still seemed to be working well enough, the telepathic link he had allowing him to form them at will to either side as he moved with a casual stride. Still, the darkness had appeared and he had yet to find a way out or where it led.
He paused in his step and turned around to look behind him. There was no sign of his lab. Red eyes narrowed in annoyance and he walked back the way he came for a long time, eventually finding himself at the edge of white steel walls. Not his lab, but similar in feel... and familiarity.
He stepped out of the darkness and glanced behind him to find it completely gone, a long hallway in that familiar style stretching out to either side. He attempted to open a tesseract portal and his mind could no longer connect with the system, as if it did not exist and never had. That would make returning to his lab most difficult.
The burning flow of anger began circulating through his icy veins, lava awakening the volcano. Whomever had done this to Sinister would pay dearly once he found them.

mood:

annoyed

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Thursday, July 9th, 2009

gothphoto

[There's a girl standing the hallway. She's as pale as a ghost and dressed in nothing but black; a black dress, as well as black shoes. She looks digusted at first, and then confused. Okay. This was not the attic, where she was talking to that weirdo Beetlejuice or whatever.]

...Hello?

[She thought for a moment.]

...Beetlejuice? Where did you go? You better not be playing one of your stupid jokes! If you hurt anyone, I'm going to send you back!

[She starts to wander the place.]

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Friday, June 26th, 2009

Ocean's 11 Plotline, Part 4 (final part!). THE ACTUAL THEFT!

aceoheartscajun

[And finally, now that the suiting up and hanging out in bars is done, we can finally get to the actual point of this plotline: stealing money from an evil casino!]

[Now, you will find Remy's Seven standing outside the casino, all looking extraordinarily suave in their suits. Their leader, Remy, looks extra-delicious as his suit is a trenchcoat-suit, plus he keeps his gloves on. Naturally, he is wearing a wonderfully expensive cologne, and the only thing stopping me from absolutely Cullenizing this description of Remy is that I don't want to make him sparkle (plus, I actually have some semblance of taste)]

[Remy is standing with a serious game-face on. Baird is following, dragging what looks like a very large electricity generator. Actually, its an EMP device! Cid, with the computer virus he cooked up, is right beside him (thank fuck the virus is stored in magnetically-shielded media).]

BAIRD: "(grunts) Are we there yet?" [/snark]

REMY: "Oui. Now, we jus' need our dis'raction... Sander, Falcon. You're up. De stage has been booked for... now."

[OOC: Sander and Falcon are up first. "The Swigging Martinis" have to put on a performance at the Casino's main stage. Lets see them bring down the house! After they distract people and the ground team gets inside, Baird will remote-detonate the EMP and Cid will upload the virus into the scrambled computer mainframe. Snake, Vamp and Logan will then 'clear the way' to the safe. Baird blows the safe, Remy struts in looking all hot and everyone takes their share of the cash! OK everyone, lets get thieving. Unfortunately, our characters have to do something besides each other.]

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Thursday, June 25th, 2009

Lost but Not Forgotten

lockpickmaster

[All of these 'getting plucked out of your universe and dropped in the middle of nowhere' business had really taken it's toll on Jill, forcing her to retreat back into her makeshift apartment and really think things over. It's been a while, but she's finally ready to come and play, at least every now and then.]

What to do, what to do...

[She's now hanging around the local bar, nursing a non-alcoholic drink, and watching the other residents pass by.]

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Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

A smut thread? Already?

jumpinjacklevin

((ooc: General smut warning, you guys know the drill by now, right?))

[Jack looked down at the note Gambit had handed him. He wasn't entirely sure if he was at the right place. There was very little variation between the doors, but there were a few of them that bore marks or signs to set them apart, and that should have been enough to direct him to the room he wanted.]

Well, I guess this the place...

[He tapped on the door softly a few times before slowly pushing it open and peering through.]

'Ey, Gambit... You in here?

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Here comes Sparky!

jumpinjacklevin

[With a quick yelp of suprise, the young man (in his late teens) toppled forward, just about able to catch himself before hitting the ground.]

Damn man... You could at least warn me before you gonna...

[He looked up, noticing the very blank, very bare surroundings. Getting back to his feet, he ran a hand through his wild, blonde hair, looking around with a puzzled expression.]

'Ey. If somebody up there hit the teleporter drive, then they gon' fucked up...

[Silence]

Why ain' no-one talkin' to me?
... Rick, Jody? [He tapped his wrist a few times. Still, no response.]

An'body?

...

Where'n d'hell am I?

mood:

confused

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Monday, June 8th, 2009

ryojimochizuki

[Ryoji awakens slowly, finding himself against a wall. He rubs a hand across his eyes as he opens them, then looks around. Last he remembers he was fading due to Nyx having been defeated thanks to Minato's sacrifice and now he's here. Where ever here is.]

...

[He stands up, and looks down at himself, surprised that he's regained human form, though if he survived, then maybe that isn't so weird. Can't blend in anywhere if one is a big, hulking monster-like being after all, like that form is. Looking up, he looks around and plots his scarf laying on the floor, moving over and picking it up, wrapping it loosely around his neck. He doesn't feel quite comfortable without it.]

... Well, this place isn't Tatsumi Port Island at least...

[He mutters to himself as he takes a look around, then runs a hand through his hair.]

'spose I should ask around... If I can find anyone...

mood:

confused

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Sunday, June 7th, 2009

disappearin_act

[Exploring was something he figured he should do. Moving threw countless rooms and dodging a few... Unwanted monsters he found it. Paradise, something one could call home.

The doors were bigger than any he's ever seen fit inside a building. Blue fingertips traced the design, without even opening the for mentioned doors he already knew what was inside- Perhaps one thing he missed most?

A church.]

I vazn't expecting thiz.

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Saturday, May 30th, 2009

vecuonluniaie

[Hopping off the tree to make his grand appearance to Amaterasu... Again. he lands far away from any dirt- Or grass lands. Odd]

Bonjour?~

Waka; God's gift to-

[He pauses, pressing the hilt of his sword against his chin. Well, this was rude. Where did she run off too?]

Merde I'm quite offended~! ♥ I waited all this time and you run off somewhere.

[He's rather disappointed looking.]

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Monday, May 18th, 2009

Ocean's 11 Plotline, Part 3 of 4: The Obligatory Bar Sequence

aceoheartscajun

[Just like Ocean's 11, this thread is the part of the plot where everyone sits down, makes idle chit-chat of little relevance to the plot itself, and simply acts cool in a swanky bar wearing their suits. Of course this will be seen as 'smooth,' 'chic' and 'hip' by the film critics, even when the sequence is nothing but people discussing how fast food is in other countries (speaking of that, did you know that Chinese McDonalds Sausage & Egg muffins are actually much more porky than they are in Western countries? Yay, I'm profound!)]

[So, we have a nice swanky bar, just inside the casino. No one is there, its reserved for Remy's Seven, but Remy will vouch for non-Remy's Seven people if they want to come in]

[So yeah, just come in, drink cocktails and have idle chit chat. This is the perfect thread for making some characters meet if they haven't already. Wear your suit]

[Nibbles and drinks are of course free. Service is robotic/automated]

[Gambit of course is wearing his suit as he sips his way through Sex On The Beach's, Bourbons and glasses of champagne. Anyone want to say hi/flirt? His long jacket is swirling around him very enticingly!]

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Wednesday, May 13th, 2009

Ocean's 11 Plotline PART 2: Suit Up! (NOW WITH NEW SEXY ICON!)

aceoheartscajun

And so, Remy's Seven has been formed. Now onto the next phase of the mission: get a really, really, really hot suit for all members of the team! (Just like the Ocean's 11 Movie: 3/4 of this plotline is looking cool and hanging out in lounges, with 1/4 actual theft!)

Remy opens a door to a room which, conveniently, just happens to include suits. Lots of them. Since, at the moment, Remy is only wearing a towel around his waist he is quite grateful for this (not that he doesn't mind showing off his extraordinarily handsome self!).

All members of Remy's Seven get a suit consisting of a black silk shirt, black silk suit jacket and trousers, silver cufflinks (unless this clashes too much with the color of your tie), black shoes, plus an individually-colored tie (for that authentic Reservoir Dogs feel).

In Remy's case, his suit jacket is a long coat (he is the team leader after all), also black. He is keeping his gloves too. As for the silk tie: hot pink! (surprise!).

ALL MEMBERS OF REMY'S SEVEN, PLEASE COME IN AND GET YOURSELF YOUR SUIT AND CHOOSE YOUR TIE! [Feel welcome to drool over a half-naked Gambit, too!]

ADDITIONALLY, THE MODERATOR WOULD BE GRATEFUL IF ANYONE HAS SUFFICIENT PHOTOSHOP EXPERIENCE TO MAKE "IN SUIT" ICONS FOR REMY'S SEVEN (YES, THESE ICONS WOULD NEED THEIR INDIVIDUALLY-COLORED TIES AS WELL, PLEASE).

[So, back to actually describing what happens when Remy walks into the suit-room]

[Remy smirks and looks at his suit... the tie is the perfect color, the suit of flawless quality, the silk as black as the sclera of his eyes... and even better, the room has a HUGE MIRROR ON THE WALL... Remy just looks at his amazingly-hot self, mouthing in French: "Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me!"]

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Sunday, May 10th, 2009

goodhonest

You know what sucks? Dying. You know what sucks even more? Death by public execution.

So you'll have to forgive a man his slight disorientation when he does not walk nor stumble into these white halls but does, in fact, fall. Hard, hitting the ground with an audible thud and splayed on the floor in such a manner suggesting he was definitely not prepared for this. From whence did he come? God only knows. Adhering to the laws of physics and probability is for losers, anyway. He's looking a little worse for wear, like he's taken a beating recently. And also unnervingly thin; thin as in starved - it's not a flattering look. But more apparent is the rope burn around his neck, which he touches gingerly.

After a moment to recover, or at least get over the shock of hitting the ground and also, possibly, suffering a certain loss of vital signs, he warily gets to his feet and manages to take a more dignified position of repose on a nearby couch.

"Have I found me perdition or paradise for my pains?" His voice is rough, as is his breathing. "What's here that greets me?"

[[ooc: Have one sociopathic, smooth-talking ex-lieutenant, who's recently had some trouble with the law. From Shakespeare, no less.]]

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