Space RP (Working Title)

[MissMarie]

Space RP (Working Title)

200 years into the future.

After so long of abusing the Earth's resources, many humans who could afford it took to the skies in search of a better place to live. The first stop was Mars, not because it was the best, but because it was the closest and cheapest place to go. This planet is currently rife with underground cities, and its population is now growing at an alarming rate. Earth has fallen into ruins; save for the southernmost continents such as Australia, it suffers from an ice age.

Warp drive is expensive. It takes an insane amount of resources for one's ship to travel between one galaxy and the next. Warping is, however, possible to do--if you have enough money or the right amount of magic.

Speaking of magic, it persists in this world in all forms; the appearance of new races from other planets has caused many humans to question the existance of God. While Christianity is still a reasonably popular religion, the Bible has been altered radically to reflect the current view of society and the universe. Magic has also allowed people to find or create their own deities, and now the religious aspect of Earth and Mars is as diverse as it ever was.

Crime is a problem. There's still no interplanetary police to speak of (they either get killed quickly, or become corrupt). Space travelers are under the mercy of pirates, which limits the amount of people who own cargo businesses or ship interplanetary goods.

Most people get around by hovercraft if they're just zipping around the planet, or personal ships if they dare to go beyond the stratosphere. There's plenty of space-junk floating around, also, which can sometimes make for a dangerous thing if it enters any planet's gravitational pull. One can make as much of a living gathering space junk and selling the metal to a pawn shop, as they can getting a nice enough ship to rob others of their cargo. In fact, this is what many do, one following the other.

And this is where you come in. What's your story? Where do you fit in all of this?

Map of Mars
Mars wiki entry

 

[Trintara]

*a dinky little hovercraft skids its way into one of mars' larger cities. the vehicle is banged up and appears a dusty orange though it was probably red at some point. It pulls up to a curb and a man in a chauffeur's black uniform hurries around to the back to open up the door*  

[MissMarie]

The town they're located in is called Henry (yes, Henry), located on the major "continent" of Arabia Terra. The curb holds a pawn shop, and out walks a wary-looking Muhammad.

Muhammad is an old man, about sixty years or so, who looks like this. He's about 5'4", and he folds his arms as he stands outside the store. The hell is going on now?  

[Trintara]

*from the back of the hovercraft steps a woman wearing a short tight black dress made of leather. around her waist is a belt with an odd assortment of things hanging from it. she has thigh high leather boots and a thick leather patch around her right eye. as she steps out the chauffeur whispers something to her and she waves him away with a gloved hand as she whispers something back. the chauffeur makes a face then nods before going back into the banged up hovercraft and driving off*  

[MissMarie]

Is this another one of those women meeting up with their pimps to give them money? Not again, Muhammad thinks, and turns to go inside. He reemerges again with a broom. "I told all of you not to congregate here," he warns the woman. The brush end of the broom is sticking up, as if he intends to shoo her away.  

[Trintara]

*she looks muhammad up and down with her one good eye and wrinkles her nose* Ye told all of who?  

[MissMarie]

He shakes the broom. "I told all of you. Now you'd better not be meeting anyone up here, or I won't mind calling someone to haul you off." There's law enforcement in Henry, though it's still sort of a lawless town.  

[Trintara]

*she points at the pawn shop* Do ye own that shop?  

[MissMarie]

"Yes I do. Why?"  

[Trintara]

I just be wondering why yer trying to get rid of a customer.  

[MissMarie]

Now see, he doesn't apologize. That's not the type of person he is. Muhammad simply lowers his broom, nods to the woman, and stops short of the door to open it for her. "Come on in."  

[Trintara]

*she walks on in and mutters* Idiot.  

[MissMarie]

Muhammad's pawn shop is just called The Pawn Shop. He's a very direct person and doesn't care for names. All merchandise is held behind display cases, that are held behind mesh bars that prevent (most) people from just bashing the damn things and reaching in to take what they want. The place is dim and old-looking, like most places on Mars or in space in general--clean facilities are for the rich. His counter has bulletproof glass, and when Trin enters, he goes to unlock the counter door to head inside and lock it behind him. Once there, he turns on a microphone so she can hear him speak, similar to what ushers at movie theaters have in their little ticket booths. "How can I help you?"  

[Trintara]

Yer a paranoid freak, aren't ye?  

[MissMarie]

He stops to look at her, as if she's just told a bad joke. "This a pawn shop. In the middle of Henry." As if that says everything. "We've got jewelery on sale today."