Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

THE SYSTEM SHOCK THREAD

[info]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]
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Wednesday, April 29th, 2009

Oh Wolvie... Gambit Has A Surprise For You!

[info]aceoheartscajun

[[ooc: No prizes for guessing what that surprise it, and THIS IS A SMUT THREAD. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE SMUT. THANKYOU]]

Gambit's curiosity got the better of him and he randomly opened a door. This one happenned to lead to a new room: The Seduction Room! Black and red bedsheets, a jacuzzi, Champagne in the ice bucket, platter of fruit and molten chocolate... it looks like the perfect place for Remy to whisk his innocent victims off to! 

Naturally Remy wants to get some use out of this room, and so he places a little note on the door to his best friend, Logan.

"Logan, mon ami,

Remy got a surprise for you! Just behind this door...

-Remy"


[For Logan, obviously]

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Tuesday, March 24th, 2009

Cock-blocked

[info]savagewhore
Warning: WILL contain adult content!

A very dishevelled, very hairy man lands unceremoniously on the floor. His blue jeans are unbuttoned and rumpled, and his black tank top is bunched up as if it were in the process of being torn off. His hair, while clearly always a mess, is even worse than usual now...and the thundercloud-like scowl on his face speaks volumes about his mood.

Two fuckin' seconds ago, I was makin' out with 'Ro in her greenhouse. There better be a damn good reason for draggin' me away from the first piece of action I' ve seen since the Cajun up an' took off.

"Whoever's out there an' thinks this is funny...pal, you better pray I don't find ya."

Catching a scent on the air, he lets out a low growl. Tonight may not be a total loss after all, if whoever's coming isn't averse to finishing a half-started job. His jeans, already tight on his body, grow a sizable bulge just beneath the still-open button on his fly.
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