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The Rules

1. Keep it clean, people. PG-13 Gaia clean, that is.

2. PM your character with a profile to w0man_1n_r3d to have it added to the Characters in Play list. You must be approved before you go a-posting.

3. Canon characters are fair game with approval as well as your own creations. We don't want fifty million Smiths running around... AGAIN!

4. YOU CAN DIE unless you're an Agent. Pick yourself up and make a new character.

5. Be kind. No spammy-flame-y, thanks. Take it to Chatterbocks.

6. OOC should go in the Guild OOC chat thread. Keep it in character here.

7. Speaking of in-character, do try to play your characters IN character if you've got a Canon character.

8. I reserve the right to tell Diana, Duncan or Fluffy Wanderer to kicka-yo-butt out if you break-a da rules. Fair warning will be given, as will chances. Disobey at your own risk!

9. Have fun.

Some Guidelines:

Since we have a large amount of characters not yet assigned, and they will need to be played with, players can "adopt" them for actions, conversations and in-character posts. Don't go basing a whole storyline on a character not in play, however.

RP News:

Got any news to share? PM w0man_1n_r3d and she'll post it here.

RP Thanks:

Thanks to Diana OConnell and Duncan Jester for allowing us this RP!

It was like falling. In the future that was the way she would describe it to people. She felt her construct loaded up and figured she was going to be visited by a human, one of an endless string of faces she had seen and given comfort to over the years of her existance. Somewhere along the line she started to believe that if this was all her existance was to afford her, that she would rather be dead, but unfortunately, in her construct that was never an option. She was a fantasy program, a 'pleasure' program, not a training program. There were no guns, knives, or fighting when she was loaded up, just a simulation of love, just a simulation of pleasure to be given to her 'benevolent' human patrons.

But how she dreamed in her free time! How she dreamed of another place where she would not be used or needed for her body, but would have a purpose, one that was of some kind of value! When not loaded she had access to explore the hard drives she was connected to, and explore she did. She read everything she could find, even though she was unable to talk about it. She was tantilized by reports of "the Matrix"... "a world made up of machines, programs.." "a simulation for the mind"... how she wished she could visit it! But she couldn't. She was hardwired into a hard drive in the real world, on a hovercraft.

Until that one day when the bottom dropped out.

She was laying on her bed, having been pulled from the drive and loaded up. She was clad in her red dress, and knew to lay there and smile, waiting for the human to materialize in her room.

All of a sudden the room grew dark. It faded into black, and she had the sensation of turning to pixels. Her skin fragmented and she was forced through something, a loud metallic ringing noise echoing through her ears. She opened her mouth in a scream, although nothing came out, of course as she had no voice.

She could hardly stand to open her eyes but her eyes were open and saw the blackness snap into blinding light, and a world fragmenting around her, buildings being built underneath her as she hovered in the air. And then as if the air was liquid, she fell out of suspension and plummeted down some more.

She landed on the top of a building with a thud, the ground turning to liquid underneath her feet and then snapping back up into place.

She laid there for a few minutes, her body screaming with a new sensation. Pain. Blinding, shooting pain in all of her limbs, her chest and her head. She felt something wet on her face and moved her hand to wipe. It was as red as her dress and it was coming from her lip.

Gingerly she sat up, wincing as she went, and she sat there, looking around herself. This wasn't her construct. This wasn't her home. Where was she? What were those feathered things walking around her, cooing? What was that white stuff coming from the top of the building that dissappeared into the air? What was that man in a suit doing jumping over rooftops after another man? Why was he... firing a... gun?

Gun! She had seen enough of those in the hovercraft databanks to know what they were. As the bullets whizzed past her, she crawled on hands and knees over to the side of the building. There was a way down, a fire escape. She crawled to it and made her way down it, jumping into a dumpster.

The stench was overwhelming. Stench.. she had never smelled anything so foul before, but no time to dwell on that. She had to get away from the man with the gun.

She clawed her way out of the dumpster and clippety-clopped down the alley, torn dress, bruised body in impractical high heels, like a hooker after a bad night, and made her way down a street. Cars were honking their horns, people were shouting, crowds milled past her. Oddly enough, in her construct, when she was called upon to assist with training programs, the crowds always parted for her. Why wern't they parting now?

She turned a bend to a quiet corner, as her ankle twisted on her and she fell to the ground. She let out a shout of pain, and then realised for a second she had a voice. The novelty wore off as the pain set in. She sat up against the wall, closed her eyes and started to cry, as she tried to make herself as small as possible.

Through her tears, she found her voice again, only a whisper in the dark alley..

"I want to go back..."

Agent Brown put his finger to his earpiece and transmitted a message to the mainframe.

++Power Flux messages have terminated. Reason?++

Operator 22501 has ceased transmission and left the system. Power Flux messages will resume in 857.45 seconds.

++Location of 22501?++

22501 was last seen in the vicinity of Wabash and Lake

++Instructions?++

Terminate upon site. New orders. Illegal entry to Matrix of sentient program. Possible viral content. Illiminate immediately.

++Location?++

Possible viral content is located at Ridge and Chestnut

Brown nodded to Jones who also heard the message, and the two of them boarded their black Ford Crown Victoria in silence, and headed towards Ridge and Chestnut.

The Merovingian sat at the head table at Le Vrai swirling a glass of red wine around in his glass as he viewed the patrons idly. Beside him was his beautiful and bored wife, Persephone, who sat there pushing a black olive around in front of her without touching it.

"Amor, must you persist in joue avec le nourriture?"

Persephone rolled her eyes, "Yes... because you are un grand merde and I am bored."

One of his henchmen came over to his table and leant down, whispering in his ear.

..."Oui... an illegal... entry? Possible viral content from le vrai monde.. tres interressant... Maintenant, find le "virus" and bring it to me... Vite, vite.. before Les Hommes in Noir get ahold of it and dispatch it back to le Source.."

The Merovingian nodded and waved the henchman away. His eyes fell upon a very curvaceous, beautiful redhead drinking champagne. His lips twitched as he motioned to a waiter and gave the silent signal for a slice of gateau exotique, the house dessert, to be dispached to her.

Keiran shuffled down the sidewalk, head down, making his way through the crowds. He had no idea where he was going, what he was doing, or where he was going to end up now, just that he was free.

Perhaps he should have thought of that before leaving.

Right in front of him, the door to the car on the road flew open and a large agent flew out of it. Another agent came out of the drivers side, guns drawn.

Keiran watched as they went to the dumpster and started rooting through it. Whatever poor creature they were after didn't stand a chance.

Sighing to himself, he figured.. what the hell... he didn't bloody care anymore. He hoped they caught him. That's why he picked up a large rock and bounced it off of the large one's head.

Both agents turned and looked, putting a hand to their earpieces. Keiran ran.... and they followed.