OOC: Off Course

[Tseranc]

This is the OOC place for Off Course, a Sci Fi thread found here:

IC Thread

The first posts tells the jist of the setting, but basically you can choose to be of the following types of characters:

Some of the few remaining crew of the ship. (the female dotcor and an engine Tech)
Specialist (scientiest) please include specialty - anythign usefull to a colony)
Normal people (someone had to work)
Criminal (somone had to work harder)
Guards (someone had to watch criminals work)

Again the story is pretty well lined out in the opening post.

Unfortunatly for us, Shodowoftheheart has some RL events, and probably will not be able to join us much.

Lets see where it gets us!

 

[Tseranc]

Professor Richard Gamble

Male
32 Years of age at departure
Brown hair, kept short
Green eyes
5’7” tall
Slim build.

A great teacher of old earth, though his career was plagued by sex scandals…most with his students, and most true.

Selected to be the Chief Civil Engineer for the new colony.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jennifer Vargas

30 yrs. old

redhair, brown eyes, 5'5", average sized woman, she isn't your teeny model, she's a real woman!

Jennifer had been told take the sleeper ship, or lose your job. The sexual harrassment was being swept under the carpet, her supervisor was making sure her claims were tied up in litagation and she would be dead before her case went to court.

She is the physician on board. Normally a sweet natured girl, but since her experience with the "politics" of doctoring... she's gotten to be a bit of a hard-ass. She's left behind her parents, her sister, and her pet dog Chowder... or did she??

 

[TabascoKV]

Christine (prefers Chris)

28 years old at departure

Engine Tech

Chris is a whole whopping five feet and two inches tall, coming from a wide arrangements of short genes. Her hair is a golden brown, but not golden enough to be considered dirty blonde. Growing up moving engines and rebuilding ships alongside her father had grown her to be a rather built young woman. Her father would always bring home his work, though it usually consisted of a fairly large piece of technology, she aspired quite quickly that she would spend the rest of her life doing as such.

Intelligent beyond her years, Chris sailed through college, excelling in her engineering courses. She was to take position of the engine tech on the Casus as means of proving her talents. Were she to succeed with a glowing recommendation, she would be promoted to a Chief Technician position.

 

[Tseranc]

woohoo - people! welcome aboard!

"so a doctor a tech and a professor wake up on a wrecked ship"...or have you heard this one before? LOL

 

[TabascoKV]

So much for the three hour tour...

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

I'm thinking ... we nab the only man on board and have our wicked way with him!

 

[Tseranc]

Oh no! what ever will ur professor do?!

(my guess is enjoy it!)

 

[TabascoKV]

**smirk** I dunno if Chris would be the type to do that. LOL

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Tab...

You may have wanted a guy to rescue you... but I had to use my dog

 

[TabascoKV]

**pets** Good puppy.

 

[caela]

You all seem to have plenty of women but would you mind one more? Perhaps one of the criminals to wreak some havoc (though not of the sort that would get the dog sicced on her!)

 

[TabascoKV]

Tseranc is fine with it. Bring her on.

 

[Tseranc]

yes, plent of room, and really, i don't mind being surrounded by women. It won't hurt my feelings any lol


good to see ya again caela!

 

[caela]

Thanks Tseranc

Name: Tyler Hamilton

Age: 27 when the ship left Earth

Appearance: 5'11, straight midnight black hair with highlights of dark blue, soft pale skin, classically beautiful features with a straight nose and full coral lips but with almond eyes that tilt up slightly giving her a touch of the exotic in her face. Her body was lithe and althletic and it was apparent that she worked hard to keep it that way. Firm C-cup breasts are perfect for anything she wears and she's been told that her ass filled out a pair of jeans quite nicely but it was usually the long legs that garnered the most attention.

Background: Tyler had been born poor and promised herself at a young age that she wouldn't live or die that way. With the planet being so crowded however advancing above where you were born had become increasingly difficult and while she was certainly intelligent enough for it there just wasn't the opportunity...at least not legally.

Occupation: Thief/Assassin

 

[Maz Medias]

Gasp! Male character'd!

Doctor Alexander McCragh
Male
24 Years
Brown hair, shaggy and unkempt, falling down just above the eyes, often caught behind his glasses' lenses.
Hazel eyes.
5’10”, about 125 lbs., with an uncannily feminine build.

History: A short, sweet, and fantastic life, filled with eccentricity and controversy: passing each stage of his schooling in at least one year less than it would normally take, he aquired his Doctorate in Computer Sciences no less than a month before the launch of the mission. He had been selected already, however, without the expectation of such a feat. He is dangerously close to an idiot savant, being inept in nearly everything outside of his selected field. This, combined with his eccentric mannerisms and absent-mindedness make him charming in an adorable, if occasionally frustrating, manner.

Conflict: The stone of his work was a girl two months younger by name of Tabatha Evans. She was one of the only things he could concentrate on besides his computers, and so she was known to constantly keep him in line, on the job, and out of the looney bin. Now, centuries later, without her influence, he will likely be rather prone to spiralling downward, mind degenerate, unless he manages to find some task to hold his massive intellect's attention.

Mannerisms: He commonly switches between different accents during speech, though none of them are particularly strong; he tends to look down over his glasses at important things and look through them at irrelevancies; his hands are always, always moving, whether wringing each other or playing with some random object; when focusing, even the slightest distraction sends him into a rage at the offender; his clothing (when he has the choice of it) ranges always from loose at top to tight, tight, tight by the hips.

 

[Tseranc]

welcome aboard...though now i have to share?! LOL

 

[TabascoKV]

Yay rah! A boyee!

 

[Tseranc]

Ok, since we're getting to the point where people are startign to check out the ship, it will soon be discovered by the Engine tech (TabascoKV) and or the Computer Scientiest (Maz Medias) that the ship is beyond much repair, adn all the survivors will have to get off it very soon.

"But we're in the dead of space!" You say?

Lucky for us, there is a planetary system that the ships computer recorded , and was one of the reasons it woke people up...and luckly one of the moons of the 4th planet is rather habitable...in a kinda hot, super tropical sort of way. And just enough fule to get there...how nice is that?!


So - good luck to all in getting that info out of the computer. Maz and Tabasco can tell us details on how jacked up the ship is (i'd guess Maz got tihe info on the planet, and Tabasco got the 411 on the damage - but thats me)

all while finding more survivors abord of course lol - would we little band be the only group that chose to stick together?

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

OMG... that was not an ooc in Off course was it....


*I'd play... but I'm in the med ward and no one has come and told me the poor guy may need help... or brought him to me... **

 

[TabascoKV]

Ya know, I have no clue what you're talking about.

I only posted because nobody else was, and I didn't want it to die. She told the other guy to go, but no response.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

I only posted because nobody else was, and I didn't want it to die. She told the other guy to go, but no response.

OH a double post isn't a biggie.

IT Was that

OMG.... OOC in the thread!!!!!!!

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

John and his existance. . .

John was created over 1000 years ago on a planet that was almost completely destroyed by an unknown race. The planet was in turmoil and eventually the creatures disappeared, to feed off of other planets.

The race of "horned" people were left with barely enough of their own race to repopulate their world or till their lands. They eventually took thier advanced knowledge and went off the planet, kidnapping the only race that was close to theirs. . . humans.

When it became apparent that it was taking to long for them to repopulate their world, the humans that had lived on the planet and liked it worked with the race and created John. He is an android, programmed to believe he is human. He believes he is and knows nothing else.

He was hired. . .or so it was to look that way according to his programming. A horned one accompanied John to Earth, after losing his horn for his people, something not wanted, but the horned one knew it was for the greater good of his planet.

The horned ones live for thousands of years and so when it came time to have John taken in and placed as a prisioner, the horned one did just that. Thus John was placed on the ship. His program says. . .he was drugged, his program tells him where everything on the ship is, it explains everything to him and what he thinks is happening he thinks it is because of his will. . .

The dehorned one died on the ship and therefore can't explain much more.


The new thread will be up later. It will begin after we all post reactions to what has happened on the ship.

Yes, Tseranc is okay with this. . .and we four from the thread will be able to come over to the new thread and consult about how to take it. It will be open to other writers and we can keep this as the OOC. . .

We need a title for the new thread. . .

Off Course: ?????

 

[Screech]

Well, if this thing is still open, I wouldn't mind diving in head first

Name: Simon "Slicer" Chalmers
Sex: Male
Age: 26
Occupation: Criminal - tech gang
Desc: A well built man, 6' 4" tall, and with short, dark brown, unkept hair. crude cybernetic right forarm and hand, crude cybernetic eye. Unshaven. several scars across his chest.

Background: Simon was a lowlife. Always had been. Born into poverty, he ran away from home when he was 16 and, in order to survive, hooked up with one of the local 'tech gangs' that had started to spring up. First right of initiation was to loose a part of your 'old life's body', and have it raplaced with a mechanical replacement, forever linking him to the gang. He chose his left eye.

Life was never very good for him, although it was better than it was previously. Life with the gang hardened him and, with the assistance of a few illegal drugs, gave him the body he has today. Unfortunatly, when he tried to raid a bank solo, he was arrested and thrown in jail, where he languished for most of a year before being given a choice - rot away forever, or give back to society by helping to build a new colony.

He chose the colony, not because he felt he needed to give something back, but rather it was a new chance to create mayhem

 

[Tseranc]

sounds great - i think we're about to create teh new thread within just a few posts, so everyone can be indtroduced the this new alien menace at teh same time.

welcoem aboard!