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Published: 2014-01-03 05:08:45 +0000 UTC; Views: 2634; Favourites: 13; Downloads: 1
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If you need a dose of Sci-Fi, this error box is for you!
And for reference, here is a quick guide to what will happen for each choice:
Shuttle-Futuristic City
Beam-Space Colony
Pixilization: Alien Planet
And also, all forms of TF can occur here. If there's a type you want or really, REALLY don't want, lemme know.
Update: This error is now CLOSED. No more RPs starting here. Okay? Okay.
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*stops screaming once I find out we've stopped*
Are your auditory processors still functional?
((I got the term "auditory processors" from Sonic Colors.))
π: 0 β©: 1
"Affirmative. Please exit the vehicle."
π: 0 β©: 1
You're standing in front of a tall tower.
π: 0 β©: 1
Wow... how tall is this place?
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"One-hundred and thirty stories," says someone next to you.
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It's that tall?!
((If I may request the TF, can it be lower half centaur, upper half minotaur?))
π: 0 β©: 1
(I'll keep your request in mind, but no promises.)
"Indeed."
π: 0 β©: 1
Well, I'm going in.
*walks inside*
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The random person follows you. "Hey, don't just blow me off!"
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I didn't think I was, sorry. So, we going in now?
π: 0 β©: 1
"Yes. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Ronald Grett."
π: 0 β©: 1
I'm Matthew. Nice to meet you.
*handshakes*
π: 0 β©: 1
"I know. I brought you here."
π: 0 β©: 1
Alrighty then. So, what's in this tower?
π: 0 β©: 1
"It's an office complex."
π: 0 β©: 1
And what's the subject matter here?
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"Mostly legal whatnot."
π: 0 β©: 1
Eh. I'm not too interested in that. Is there anything else around here?
π: 0 β©: 1
Well, I could use a place to crash at night... let's go book a room and then keep going around.
π: 0 β©: 1
"Aye aye, boss." Ron begins walking to the exit.
π: 0 β©: 1
Please don't do that...
*arriving at the hotel*
Hey, could I get a room for two here?
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"Dude, I already have a place," Ron says in an annoyed tone.
π: 0 β©: 1
[Oh.]
Never mind then!
[Could I bunk with you?]
((Anything in square brackets []Β is whispering.))
π: 0 β©: 1
[My place is faaaaaaaar.]
π: 0 β©: 1
[But if you're my pseudo-accompaniment in this era, we'd need to stick together.]
π: 0 β©: 1
[Fine...]
"Cancel our order, ma'am."
π: 0 β©: 1
[Thanks. Besides, I'm sure there's something interesting around your place...]
π: 0 β©: 1
"Whatever. Let's pull out."
π: 0 β©: 1
All right. Where's your ride?
π: 0 β©: 1
"Top floor of the skyscraper."
π: 0 β©: 1
All right.
*goes in the tower*
π: 0 β©: 1
Ron steps into an elevator and motions for you to come in.
π: 0 β©: 1
*steps in*
((I'm an elevator fanatic IRL; this is a treat for me.))
π: 0 β©: 1
The doors close. Ron presses the button for the top floor. But instead of the elevator rising, there's a zap! and the doors reopen.
π: 0 β©: 1
Well, that's new...
*steps out*
π: 0 β©: 1
There's a helicopter.
"You have no idea how much it cost to get this vintage baby."
π: 0 β©: 1
I'm sure a lot these days. Let's go!
π: 0 β©: 1
"Aye, boss." Ron climbs in.
π: 0 β©: 1
Could you stop calling me "boss"?
*jumps in*
π: 0 β©: 1
"Fine, fine." He tosses you a bulky headset.
π: 0 β©: 1
*grabs the headset*
What's this for?
π: 0 β©: 1
"So we can talk to each other and not go deaf when the propeller starts up."
π: 0 β©: 1
Ah. That makes sense. Fire it up.
π: 0 β©: 1
Ron pulls on his headset and activates the helicopter. The ceiling opens up.
π: 0 β©: 1
You know something, I've never ridden in one of these in my life.
π: 0 β©: 1
"First time for everything." Ron flies the helicopter over a street.
π: 0 β©: 1
*looks out window*
This is so cool!
π: 0 β©: 1
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