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[QUOTE="Teh Frixz]Speaking of keeping busy, Here's my final blue card having PC. NO MORE AFTER THIS FER SURE.
Urbain, P

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  • Full Name

    Penelope Urbain

    Nicknames

    Penny

    Codename

    Fallout

    Gender

    F

    Age

    22

    *Rank*

    D-5

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    6

    Role

    Energy Source


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Why do I get the feeling the Skeletons group and the Spyfall group are about to meet Penelope?


Aaron will be happy to hang out with her and play cards or something. He is immune to radiation.
 
Speaking of Aaron:

Aaron awakens with the taste of salt on his lips and rough stone scraping against his cheek. The sun is behind him and above him, shining down warmly on his back and gently tugging as it climbs the sky, as if trying to rouse him, like a friend who has found you passed out on their lawn midmorning, but is trying to stay polite about it. The moon is complicit in this, hovering on the opposite horizon, plucking at his shoulders, a light gravitational massage, restoring sense to the insensate.


He rolls onto his back and stares up into a clear blue sky, only now becoming aware of the sound of breakers rolling in, crashing over the reef some distance off shore. Slowly, it dawns on him that this is not where he went to sleep. It takes awhile for this to fully sink in, as it is an experience he has literally never had. Perhaps in early childhood, he supposes, but he has no memory of that. Where the hell is he?


A quick check of the sky tells him that the planets are more or less where he felt them last, so either it is a little later the same day, or about 11 thousand years into the past or future. Ockham's razor takes care of that question for the time being. Given that, and the angular position of the sun and moon, he must be somewhere in the northern pacific. Since he is not currently underwater, presumably he is somewhere in Micronesia. Maybe towards Palau? Roughly ten thousand miles from where he went to bed anyway... He sits up and looks around. There is a bit of beach toward the south, protected from the waves coming in from the east by a long stretch of submerged reef. To the north, the land rises gently into a heavily wooded area. There is no sign of trails of any kind. Bushwhacking is not exactly a problem for Aaron though, and he trudges off into the undergrowth to see what he can find.


After about 4 hours he has established that he is definitely on an island. There are almost a dozen small lakes, but no sign whatsoever of human habitation. Well, ok, archeological evidence of human habitation to be pedantic, but the remains of that village are at least 500 years old if they're a day. No sign of shipping in the area either, or at least not within signaling distance. He can sense some big tankers out there, and some activity on a much larger island about 20 miles to the northwest, but that is well outside his signaling horizon, given how low the hills are here. He is perhaps, beginning to panic a little. Not really badly yet, just a sort of frothy ferment of fear. He is on his way back to where he woke up to look for signs how he arrived here, when he makes his discovery.


“Oh, thank god!” he cries aloud.


He is going to be ok. He can hardly believe he missed it on the first pass. A whole field of dark green waxy leaved little trees, with easily hundreds of thousands of little buds, better than half of them blushing from green to red in the waning rays of the warm sun. He is going to be ok. Fresh water lakes and a virtually unlimited supply of coffee beans. He fills his pockets and heads down to the beach to make a fire for roasting.
 
Urial, 100% honest, would be suicidally friendly enough to pay her frequent visits as long as the Nurses upstairs would be able to supply him with a fresh animal body to transfer to as to avoid death from radiation.


#Tooniceforhisowngood.
 
[QUOTE="Teh Frixz]Thing is, would you want to visit her!?

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Aaron has a very very thick skin.
 
Urial's dealt with verbal sparring with Nazi's and other less savoury figures before.


I think he'd be fine in handling a toxic teen. :P


That and he might, MIGHT send her cute dog video's of himself rolling around and doing funny dog stuff for her to giggle at via the internet.
 
[QUOTE="St Indigo]Urial, 100% honest, would be suicidally friendly enough to pay her frequent visits as long as the Nurses upstairs would be able to supply him with a fresh animal body to transfer to as to avoid death from radiation.
#Tooniceforhisowngood.

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If she is comparable to a fuel rod, you would get visits in about 20 second increments...
 
[QUOTE="St Indigo]*PROCEED THE CONSTRUCTION OF AN ADORABLE RADIATION SUIT FOR A GOLDEN RETRIEVER*

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Will Jordan get extra credit if he makes one?
 
Movie Night Post!

The lights dim in the theater and the music swells as the stars skim across the water and arch over the lumpy white mountain. Just like that, Aaron is a little kid again.


He was just three months past his accident when Nemesis came out, and he'd had no idea what any of it meant, but fell in love with all of it anyway, immediately and irrevocably. If he had seen any movies before that day, he cannot remember them. He had found and watched every episode of “Picard's Show” as he called it before Christmas day, and all the various spin-offs, previous movies, and tie-ins before spring arrived. He had devoured all the official novels by his eighth birthday, and when those ran out, he delved into fan-fiction on the internet, some of which was pretty good, and some of which still made little sense to him, even years later, after he was old enough to understand.


He was a little over twelve and a half when they rebooted the universe, and he loved every minute of that, though it made him sad when Vulcan was swallowed by a black hole. He liked the way the new Spock could be emotional and logical without limiting himself to just one thing, as if you could only be a bucket of slop or a robot with no point of balance between the two. Like many boys of his generation, Aaron aspired his whole adolescence to find that balance.


Since then he had seen the spawning of a new series, nine new movies, including five about the USS Discovery, and found to his delight that an eighth serial had started during his years of self imposed exile. He had binge watched the entire series to get ready for this opening: the first silver screen appearance of the crew of the USS Gallidorn, a ragtag team trying to protect the guttering light of civilization in a post federation galaxy, with a Cardassian at the helm and a Klingon in the captain's chair. Like every new thing, a lot of so called purists complained about a Klingon captain who didn't believe in battle, but in Aaron's book, people who believed in purity just didn't understand Trek.


And then the movie begins, and his reverie is swept away in a cloud of delightfully complex metaphors and science fantasy.
 
Gus said:
NEW DOCTOR STRANGE TRAILER!!!
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AHHHHHHH THIS IS GOING TO BE AMAZING AHHHH


ALL ABOARD THE HYPE TRAIN!!!


OWO
 
I'm gonna find a way to use this as a theme song for a scene in Aegis if it kills me.


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I'm gonna find a way to use this as a theme song for a scene in Aegis if it kills me.
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Listening to this while watching jacksepticeye play Guts and Glory, trying to dodge turrets xD


AWESOMENESS INCARNATE


Also at 3:26 when the song kinda restarted, he fell on his back OMG!!!


PS: MEXICO MISSION???????
 
@welian


AAAYY, I WAS LITERALLY LISTENING TO A MUSIC VIDEO WITH THAT MUSIC VIDEO IN THE BACKGROUND.


I've used It as a theme song for a secret robot character as well.


Used her on a different Rp and site, but she was like the fucking terminator.


Basically, a Cuban Cyborg lady who's arm doubled as a fucking Plasma cannon.


Once chased a car down a city and fucked up some shit pretty geewwdd.
 
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