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SOTF Halloween Movie Night
Sep 24 2016, 09:47 PM
I move to add The Human Race to this list.
This could be interesting.

"Suit yourself."

He let Johannes Brahms play them out, going dead quiet until the party house began retreating into his rear view. Not to be unfriendly or anything, only because when he was behind the wheel, his focus became absolute. Much like all that existed on the wrestling mat was his opponent, only the road ahead was real when he was driving. Distractions were dangerous when you were sending several tonnes of metal shooting down a road at speeds humans weren't evolved to go. Once they were on relatively open road his grip on the steering wheel loosened just a tad, he stopped sitting quite so rigidly in the driver's seat, and a little trace of enjoyment showed in his expression again.

Roderick had been all but dragged to this party and he'd planned to half-ass it until he could slip away unnoticed and go home. Now, though, the fact he'd shown up was far nicer than the prospect of having stayed home all night. Funny how that worked, Nadia showing up just as he'd been thinking about making some excuse and getting out of there. Streetlights illuminated their path as they exited the little residential area and hit the main street, making the headlights of his car a mere formality. He would still have homework, and off-season practises and competitions to prepare for, maybe an MMA fight or two on the horizon, eventually exams and returning calls from college scouts who'd seen the state tournament and some of his performances last year, but tonight he could just enjoy. A boy and a girl going out for shakes and food and maybe more depending on how it went, just some normal fun.

He had a good feeling about it.

((Roderick Kanuho continued elsewhere))

SOTF Halloween Movie Night
Have someone else do it?

Meanwhile idea
It's up! Think of it like the anti-Sadie Hawkins party thread. Come and go as you like, play it as a regular thread with interactions or just do one shots, go nuts. I tried to leave something to work with and kick off from, and allow for characters' responses as well as people interacting with each other after where that post leaves off. Or something.

Carry the Fire
In the course of a few hours, the entire city of Kingman, Arizona ground to a halt. The fist of God itself had come down from on high and slugged each and every one of the 28,000 or so souls in the city square in the gut. Two buses, 107 students of Cochise High School, had disappeared without a trace. Kingman PD scoured the desert and the sky turned pink like blood in water, and would keep searching as long as it took. Everyone knew what happened somewhere deep down but refused to say it. To name it would give it power and bring it into being. Even unnamed, though, reality choked the life out of the city.

Night approached and nobody moved who didn't absolutely have to, until as one a wave of mourners - who hoped, deep down, there would prove nothing to mourn - descended upon Cochise. Streetlamps dimmed but soon thousands upon thousands of candles sprung to life, washing the grounds and the streets around Cochise in light. The flashes of cameras, held by reporters and citizens alike, were little thunderclaps that briefly drew attention then faded away.

Funny how it took something like this for Roderick Kanuho to realise just how many people were in this town. Candle flames flickered and swayed in Kingman's ever-present wind, but none dimmed or faded, held up by a horde of concerned citizens who hoped their prayers wouldn't turn into mourning. They hoped even knowing what they would find and Roderick couldn't find it in himself to condemn it. After all, he still felt the cold panic deep in his guts clawing at his heart which had started as confusion and over the course of that evening turned to dread. Something hadn't been right when classes came to an end and he was warming up for practise, some of the wrestlers wanting to keep on top of their game even with the season over and with him wanting to put his healed ankle through its paces, and nobody was back yet. Then when Nadia and his teammates never answered the texts he sent them. Then when it was growing dark and the news spread and Kingman's fleet of police cruisers went on the hunt and the journalists started circling.

Someone had muttered the possibility that was getting more real every second and Roderick had told them to shut the fuck up.

Now he stood bathed by candlelight and his palm being warmed by one he held himself as he stood among the crowd in one of his best suits, hoping in the less rational part of his mind he would suddenly wake up next to Nadia and tell her about the fucked up dream he'd just had. They would laugh and he would kiss her and then go on a long run to forget all about it. His father stood to his left, an unyielding boulder of a man who looked like he could wrestle a grizzly to the ground and filled out his business suit like a knight in plate armour, staring straight ahead with effortless solemnity and dignity that made Roderick wish he knew how to hide his own thoughts half as well. His mother took the other side, her composure not as practised but also not as strained to those who knew what to look for. Roderick had needed help from both of them to come here without wearing dread and heartache on his sleeve.

Traditionally Navajo did not mourn the way American culture did. To speak the names of the dead was to invite evil spirits that would make you obsess with grief. But 107 school children had just vanished and the worst was feared and tradition could be broken from to hope for their safe return.

A podium faced the crowd and from it spoke Mayor Lionel Sharpe, his craggy and desert-worn face having replaced the usual genial "aw shucks" grin with a determined scowl that suggested he intended to track down whatever had caused Cochise's students to disappear and throttle it to death. This was the most understated and most important speech of his career. Roderick wouldn't have voted for Sharpe in the last mayoral elections if he'd been of age, the man's usual style was all grand sweeping gestures with his far-too-long arms and booming Shakespeare-quoting oratory and ignorance of Kingman's insignificance. Tonight however his exuberance and flair for the dramatic were gone. The mayor's shoulders were tense and although his face was neutral Roderick could see the tightness of Sharpe's jaw and the low hiss in his tone that gave away the concern and rage boiling inside him. He didn't swear or spin oaths of vengeance or call God to answer for His callousness, but his voice showed iron in his spine that Roderick had no idea existed.

It kept his attention until Sharpe was done. The mayor's shoulders sagged and he visibly let out a breath but his eyes still had fire in them as evidenced by him glaring right through the first reporter to try to ask him something.

"I'll answer questions when we have answers," he said in the voice of a king pondering whether or not to order someone's head struck from their shoulders. Then Sharpe all but stormed off the podium, stopping only for a whispered word with City Manager Gordon Parker before taking a seat.

At Parker's word, three figures stepped forwards: a priest, an imam and a rabbi. Kimiko was among the missing and she was Taoist, but there simply wasn't a Daoshi around these parts, so the absence of one was forgivable. The three old men spoke one at a time, announcing that they wished to lead a multi-faith prayer for the safety of all missing students and staff members, and the shifting crowd fell quiet. A rippling wave travelled up and down its mass as people bowed their heads and listened to the words being spoken. Roderick cast a look around and saw the chief of police, the Mohave County Sheriff, the city council, and ancient Gregory Luz with his clan gathered around him, including the pitcher Crisanto dressed up and groomed for a change, all among those falling silent to listen.

Rod thought about Nadia, and Clarice, and Ty, and Harold, and Scout and Kimiko and Travis and everyone else, and then bowed his head and held his eyes shut and tried to ignore the thundering of his heart.

I unfortunately have no idea who that is but I'll see what I can dig up.


I haven't spoken to Mimi in longer than you have but I'll dig around and see what I can find.

Eclipse Phase: Robotic Turtle Edition
In the event anybody ends up needing replacing:

What days are you free, normally? Job hunting, so this might/will probably change soon! But I'm available most games.
What times are you free on those days, normally? Please use EST. 1-5 PM EST on Tuesdays, pretty flexible otherwise. Afternoons work better than mornings.
What's your experience with tabletop RPGs in general? None, but experience as player and GM in play by post.
Can you use Discord? We've talked on Discord!
Can you tolerate a nerd who really likes robots as your GM? This is acceptable.

Meanwhile idea
Also maybe a little slot for people to have characters do eulogies if they really want to. But if we're doing this split idea, the vigil now and the funeral maybe towards halfway through, we have a while.

Project: Wiki
I think that'd automatically happen with a rename, but I'll see what happens.

Meanwhile idea
To me, personally, it also feels like there'd be more room for character interaction at a vigil.

"Sounds good to me."

She would've gotten pissy about it whether he caught her or didn't, so the implied annoyance in the look she shot him slid right off. If Jane was determined to be irritable about something, Cris had learned, she would be. Really, it wasn't like she'd gotten hurt or anything, everybody stumbled occasionally. Occasionally he'd grumble back at her, all in good fun, but the dry heat baked the inside of his throat and left him not feeling too up to bantering. He looked her up and down to make sure she was okay and once satisfied gave a little nod down the trail.

"Let's keep going then, or should I kiss it and make it better?"

Okay, he wasn't totally above a little jab, but just playful. He could have fun with this and forget how irrelevant the concept of fun really was.

Meanwhile idea
We were discussing this a little in chat and Slam made a suggestion I think is interesting. What would people think about having this thread be the candlelight vigil mentioned in the prologue, and later on we do the service, say around the game's halfway mark? That'd give meanwhile characters more time to react to things and understand the situation as it develops, and I could see the arguments IC that maybe it's premature to hold the service immediately after the abductions are known, while everyone is still raw. Not to mention the logistics involved. Opinions? I'd have to change the post but I haven't written a lot of it yet.

Resource Thread

Anyway, here, a thing for writing injuries.

Project: Wiki
Would anyone be terribly opposed if I renamed the V5/V6 Supporting Characters pages to something like "V5/V6 Meanwhile Cast"? In practise that's what they seem to amount to and I think it'd help the impression that Meanwhile is a part of the RP in its own right, rather than just existing to prop up some of the characters on island.

Roderick had seen some nice cars around Kingman, primarily because the Kanuho residence was in one of the nicer parts of town. In fact, there was a BMW parked just a bit ahead of his Challenger right now. However, most of said nice cars probably belonged to meth dealers. Or city government, so basically the same thing. There wasn't much love lost between the Kanuhos and certain members of the local government, due to his father's job. No outright hostility, but he'd met the county attorney and his family once at a dinner, and the reception had been a little frosty at best. The police and sheriff weren't too fond of people whose jobs it was to keep folks out of jail, either.

With a little nod, he gently shut the passenger side door behind Nadia and circled round, settling himself in and putting key in ignition on autopilot. His Challenger came alive with a great roar which judging by the sudden halt to the creaking and moaning briefly startled the lovers behind them, and soft classical music came through the radio and to his ears. Some people complained that kind of music would put them to sleep behind the wheel, but for Rod, it relaxed him just enough to really get into the drive.

"You can change the station if you want, up to you," Rod noted, just in a little show of consideration to Nadia given he had no idea what kind of music she was into. Who knew, maybe through her pick he'd learn a little something about her, or at least get a new conversation topic. She could do or say whatever she wanted, the next several moments were all on his mirrors as he backed away from where he was parking and tried not to bump into the lovers' car, then slid into drive and inched out of his spot.

From there, smooth sailing around and down the hill. He took it slow and gentle, this wasn't a race and she didn't seem like someone who'd be impressed by tearing out of here at a hundred miles per hour.

Dismantle, Repair
((Minor GM approved))

Not to mention Facebook, Skype, and plane tickets were things. So long as he remembered to keep in touch, and he would, they could at least keep this going until the bombs fell or the world was underwater in a few years.

Somehow Raina tended to make him believe might not happen, at least for a while. There were girls he had more in common with, whose ages he was closer to, who he argued with less, but almost none of them made him feel at peace like she could. Which was weird considering the existential terror her hobby inspired in him.

"Never know until you try." He gave her his best cheesy grin, although due to lack of practise maybe it wasn't very good, then leaned in to gently press his lips against hers. Only for a second or two, but long enough to make it pretty clear things were back on. Once they parted he got to his feet, plans of coffee forgotten.

"Come on, there's still some sunlight left."

He led her to the Cadillac, and to filling the last of the school year with adventure.

((Crisanto Luz continued in Meanwhile))

Dismantle, Repair
"Sounds fine by me."

Pretty soon he would graduate and be gone from Kingman, and she'd still be here another year. Then she'd go who knew where, somewhere in California, but she'd still be behind him if they tried this. How would that affect things? Did it matter? What about other girls, like Jane? And whatever other boys Raina did things with when she and Cris weren't on?

He felt her fingers brush across his skin and briefly lost that train of thought. He had time to figure all that out, to figure out what he wanted. And if he wanted somebody, and they wanted him, what was wrong with that? He inched his hand closer to hers and slowly closed it, to give her a chance to pull away if she didn't want the contact.

"I can teach you a few tricks, you'll be pitching better than the softball girls in no time."

Dismantle, Repair
"Maybe after this I'll take you to Sumac Park and you can show it to me."

He always kept baseball equipment in his car, including a couple gloves, after all. Sure, maybe she didn't mean it seriously, but it was fun to call her bluff.

Fun, huh. Odd how Raina could get thoughts like that out of him. He had enough years on her he sometimes wondered if it was right to pursue her at all, but she still managed to be like cold water in the middle of summer. He even managed a real smile of his own, to match her grin. As for Junko...

"I don't really know what she was expecting. We're high schoolers after all. Could've been worse though, nothing burnt down and the cops didn't need to show up."

Dismantle, Repair
Technically someone took him to the dance, but that wasn't worth arguing. Especially since she didn't really bring it up, that'd just seem weird and unnecessarily defensive. Was the dance fun, though? Cris wobbled his hand, and while a response of basically "meh" was par for the course from him, this time his expression showed a genuine intent to answer the question rather than just being apathetic as hell.

"It had its moments, wasn't great though. I actually got bored, left and headed to Junko's party too, but by the time I got there it was pretty dead. You should've told me you were having problems with Darius, I would've sorted him out."

In retrospect, the prospect of, say, a rock shooting for Darius' head at 90 mph might have been why Raina didn't tell him. Who knows. It felt nice to be talking to her face to face, though.