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hamsterball2012-03-23 12:12 pm
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Oh shit it's a hamster, GET IN THE CAR
Bad news! You've been kidnapped by aliens to a very randomly planned city inside a moon in a galaxy far far away. The aliens have done this for the lulz. And research. But mostly lulz. Lots of bad and strange things happen, as the collection of weirdo citizens will no doubt tell you. The good news is this is a quiet day with absolutely no horrors, so grab your tablet and get to exploring and/or trolling.
Aww yiss open-to-all-and-any test drive meme. Have some rules, such as they are:
1. Tag in with a character. Any character. Any medium. One you've already apped, one you're thinking of apping, one you'll never app, go wild.
2. That character has either a) just arrived in Taxon or b) has been stuck in the city for some time. Totally up to you.
3. You do not have to be a member of Taxon to participate. All are welcome to pop on in and be enabled!
4. App these fabulous people :D
[visual] goodness I miss my edit buttons
His next job was so going to be manning a TI booth in Sanctuary's lobby.
[visual] seeing as I've already deleted and re-commented twice...yeah. ='(
Her eyes find a strange looking pedestal in the middle of the room, staring with suspicion at the computer-looking device resting on it, as well as the strange face watching her. "Starting with that," she says.
[visual]
"Okay, one: shooting the tablet won't accomplish anything aside form knock it over. Two: you're in a city called Taxon which is probably not anywhere near your world. Or universe. Specifically you're in the room we all turn up in at first."
[visual]
Without hesitation, she shoots. The sound of bullets rings out in the chamber. Bang. Bang. Bang. The computer--tablet--falls over onto the floor. But as far as she can see, neither it nor anything else in the chamber is so much as scorched. She lowers her gun arm, her face tense with disappointment and a little bit of wounded pride. She did not like losing.
"Taxon," she repeats, completely unfamiliar with the word. It sure doesn't look like anything back on Caprica. She glares at the tablet on the floor with something resembling revulsion. A computer that wouldn't die. If it's networked, she doesn't stand a chance. "What is this, some kind of cylon base ship?"