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 Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 12:46 am
Epsilon Squad HOME BASE: Welcome to the Epsilon Squad HOME BASE:. Inside the home base tent are a couple cots in addition to tables holding about a week's worth of simple supplies, though there is no food around. For some reason with this gask mask on, you never feel hungry. Or thirsty. Or like you need to use the bathroom, though you still feel sleepy from time to time and worn out. The home base itself is a simple tent, easily identifiable by its bright pink violet material. SUPPLIES:  Your home base shelter for your group comes equipped with all necessary supplies. Inside the accommodating tent lie three tables. The first table simply contains exactly twelve first aid kits, all neatly organized in rows of six, one for each person. The second table seems to have been organized with a fair amount of dedication, on each backpack is written only a number. Once again, there are exactly twelve backpacks, organized in rows of six. The last table is the simplest of all and simply contains one map. Other than the locations on the map, there is nothing else written. ((OOC: ICly post to pick up your supplies, and ROLL ONE 6-sided dice to determine your weapon that is in the bag you randomly picked up: 1- A handgun, but it is full of rubber pellets 2- A small dagger 3 - Extra bandages 4 - A small hand club 5 - A wooden stake 6. Small nunchucks Please go to the Battle rules to make sure you read up on HOW TO BATTLE, and what effect your weapon has. )) It is NOT SAFE to linger too long at home base, you can and will be attacked anywhere, including your home base should an intruder decide to step into this thread. How you want to travel and approach things is up to you, but make sure if you leave the thread note EXIT THREAD in your post to do so. exclaim At no point can your character be in two threads at once - doing so without GM approval can and will get your banned from this event. exclaim
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:29 am
Epsilon Squad - ε
Zee Oddwyn shall be known only as ε I
Natsube shall be known only as ε II
Trira shall be known only as ε III
Kaiyumi shall be known only as ε IV
hanging gallow shall be known only as ε V
Tisiphone shall be known only as ε VI
LP shall be known only as ε VII
Ririka shall be known only as ε VIII
DragonSpeaker shall be known only as ε IX
Eight shall be known only as ε X
Japi shall be known only as ε XI
Eulie shall be known only as ε XII
Toshi shall be known only as ε XIII
Please note that this roster does NOT indicate whatsoever that you must RP with these people. While it is encouraged that squads stick together, players are free to wander off and do their own thing... or forge alliances with other squads and other members. Providing that the other squads don't shoot you on site first, that is.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 5:55 am
exclaim THERE IS A 24 HOUR GRACE PERIOD IN EFFECT! exclaim
At this time, you MAY NOT attack other players! Please wait for the GMs to announce that the grace period is over before attacking. It is possible to be thrown out of the event if you attack someone during this time. :< Otherwise please feel free to RP and mingle!
Remember, your character can only be in ONE thread at a time! If you create a RP thread, your character must remain IN that prp thread until they leave it. Please post ENTERING or EXITING TO when leaving/entering an area! In addition, ANYONE can come into your RPs -- there are NO PRPs. Consider all threads ORPs.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 8:40 am
The human formerly known as ..., now known as ε I, woke up abruptly and immediately raised her hand in the air. Until she realized she was no longer seated in a classroom, and there was no teacher to answer her questions. She slowly lowered the hand as she looked around, half-hoping the teacher had hidden themselves in a corner. All the corners were free of authority figures however, and her hand eventually came to rest on the gas mask, examining the unfamiliar shape.
A distinct vibration at her waist interrupted her. She quickly grabbed at it, and was surprised when it was a cell phone. Was it hers? She couldn't remember if she'd had a cell phone, but if this one was on her, that meant it was hers, right? She flipped open the top and a text message immediately displayed. As she read through the contents, she could feel herself growing cold, despite the stuffiness of the gas mask.
"Only thirteen?" she whispered, and turned to count the other gas masked figures around her. 10, 11, and I'm 12. Twelve? Did that mean they'd already won? It couldn't be that easy, could it? After further fiddling with the phone proved that she couldn't reply, or make any calls of her own (not like she could remember a number to dial anyway), she clipped it back onto her waistband. What if they weren't the last twelve? She thought she remembered more people in the classroom, and the cell phone said they'd been asleep for three days! Did that mean there were other people out there? Would they try to kill her? Would she have to kill them?!
ε I decided she didn't want to continue that line of thought. So, she got up and tried waking up one of the other sleeping figures. She placed a hand on one's shoulder, and shook them gently.
"Hey, can you hear me? Wake up!" she urged him or her.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 10:08 am
[ε XII is ENTERING the Epsilon Squad HOME BASE]
ε XII groaned, roughly jerked from the strange dream she’d been having. She’d dreamt that she was in a classroom, taking a test of some sort. The first question on the page wasn’t really a question at all. She was to sign her name on the page, a simple request. But in her dream it wasn’t so simple; she couldn’t remember her name, which was ridiculous because it was-
What was it exactly?
ε XII’s eyes flew open, realization suddenly dawning on her. It wasn’t a dream. Her hands flew to her head and quickly ran over the apparatus covering her face. Suffocating her! Her breaths came in rapidly and shallowly. Couldn’t breathe! She couldn’t breathe!
“Get a grip.” A voice inside of her reprimanded. ε XII stopped her struggling and tried to relax. She could breathe, it was just extremely difficult through the mask.
Once her breaths were coming in at a normal rate, ε XII took a look at her surroundings. They were in a vibrant, almost blindingly pink tent. On the ground around her were other figures, each covered in the same suffocating mask that ε XII had felt on her own face. They were the people from her classroom dream, but there weren’t nearly enough of them.
ε XII shakily climb to her feet and turned to the person who had awakened her. At the very least, ε XII was grateful that she wasn’t alone in this.
“W-what’s going on?” she asked lamely.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 10:34 am
"I don't know, really." ε I replied, relieved that this stranger seemed to have recovered from her panic attack. "Do you have a cell phone? I had one when I woke up, at my waist. There's this strange text message. I'm wondering if you got it, too."
She pointed towards her own. Something on the other girls' gas mask caught her eye, however, and she reached out to it.
"XII? Twelve? Hey, do I have a number?" she asked, pointing to the side of her own gas mask.
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Eulie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 10:51 am
A cell phone? ε XII felt at her waistband and her hands fell upon the device. She flipped it open and quickly read the only message in its memory. Three days? The message only got worse from there. Thirteen would survive. ε XII quickly did a count of the masked heads and came up with that exact number. That was good, right? There were thirteen people here and thirteen people were allowed to leave.
Except that there had been many more people in the classroom.
ε I’s comment startled her. ε XII had seen the numbers emblazoned on the helms of the other bodies on the ground, but it hadn’t occurred to her that she’d have a number of her own. So, she was twelve. Well, that was okay. At least it wasn’t thirteen. Or worse, fourteen.
“Your’s just says ‘I’,” she said after a quick glance. She didn’t like to look at the masks, they made her chest feel tight. “So I guess that’s one?”
ε XII turned away and looked towards the tables in the tent. There were bags covering the tables, each with a number on them. The numbers matched the ones engraved on each figure’s armor. ε XII stood in front of the one marked XII, the one meant for her. With trembling fingers she traced the roman numerals before grabbing the pack.
“What’s inside of these, I wonder,” she mumbled to herself before hesitantly opening the bag. Inside she found a small, shiny blade. A dagger.
Only thirteen will make it off the island. If there are more than thirteen survivors, everyone will be killed. Everyone. ε XII shuddered. She knew what that dagger was for and the thought of it sickened her.
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Trira rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 11:22 am
(ε III has entered the tent. (Well, she was already there, but whatever. :'D;; ))
Nrrrrrg nrrrrrg nrrrrrg was the sound that ε III woke to, along with a strange feeling against her hip that corresponded with the pattern of sounds. Her hand trailed to the device letting off the pulsations, and managed to pull it from it's space on her belt. Bleary-eyed, she opened it and studied the message it stated. It was a strange tint, as if seen through some kind of pink lens...
At that her other hand flew to her face, the sound of her breathing becoming evident in her ears and she felt at the mask on her face, remembering the warning about explosive results if it was removed. Great, she was stuck with this strange thing then. Looking around a bit, she found that the entire place was pink. Perhaps it was just the glass of the mask tinted pink that made everything look that color?
Back to the message. Actually reading it this time, her throat began to constrict. Seven days, and only thirteen could survive? How many were there? She remembered more than that in the classroom, but that whole scene was foggy in her brain...
"I've got to survive..." ε III mumbled to herself, once again looking around. Others were beginning to move around, including two girls (at least she thought they were girls. Their armor matched hers, and she was a girl, so...)
Then she noticed the tables. Survive, that was her goal. And to survive, she was going to need supplies. ε III managed to get to her feet, looking back at her cot as if it would tell her what her identification number was supposed to be. Not finding it there, she checked the cell-phone. Finally she looked at the people on either side of her. The numbers on their heads were two and four, meaning she was... ε III...? As long as she had something to call herself, she'd be fine.
She noticed the two talking, and that one had claimed a bag. That's what she was supposed to do, right? Oh yeah...
Supplies, right. She managed her way over to the tables, picking up her number's bag, and a First Aid Kit from the other table. Best to be prepared, right? If they got attacked right now, at least she'd have something to protect herself with.
...or not. ε III pulled out a wad of bandages, looking at them, then back into the bag. Ohh-kay, well, medics were important, right? Shoot, that means she didn't have a weapon. She'd have to ally herself with someone. But at least she had the healing item. That was good. Serious, who kills a medic?
...Anyone on another team that wanted her group to fail. SHOOOTTTTTTTT. She could be a prime target. A PRIME TARGET. SHOOOTTTTTT. She needed someone with a weapon. Seriously. She needed...not friends, really, but allies. After all, at least she knew her own team probably wouldn't attack her. She's THEIR medic, after all.
"So...I suppose that I'm the medic of this team?" She said aloud, looking over at the girl who'd drawn out a blade.
(ε III has aquired a roll of bandages!)
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Zee Oddwyn rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 11:25 am
"I'm number one?" ε I repeated. "I hope that doesn't mean I'm the leader."
It was bad enough that everyone in this tent might die, she didn't want to be the one put in charge. She watched as ε XII approached one of the tables in the tent, something ε I had overlooked. When ε XII pulled a dagger out of her bag, ε I gasped. Okay. It's okay. ε XII didn't seem like the murderous type.
Nevertheless, ε I decided to get a weapon for herself. She quickly picked up the backpack with her number on it, and opened to see what was inside. The twin to ε XII's dagger. She felt sick looking at it. Oh, please, may there never be a time she'd have to use it.
Another person had woken up by that time, ε III, and he/she quickly picked up a bag.
"Ummm, hi?" ε I ventured. "Did you get the same message?"
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Toshihiko Two rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 11:30 am
ε XIII entering epsilon home base
ε XIII woke up groggy to the taste of stale, plasticky air. ...Right. Explosive gas masks. His gloves, he also noticed, were a Barbie shade of pink. He couldn't remember his feelings on the color pink, but his first thought was not bad.
He wondered if this thought should worry him.
There were a lot of girls talking close by, but the words were not do you think he's dead or should we hit him again. Things were looking up. ε XIII had a good feeling about this. ...Then he checked his cell phone messages. The good feeling hesitated. Well....well alright. He could work with that. Maybe.
He went to get his supplies, before somebody else grabbed them all. Not a problem, as it turns out. The backpacks were laid out neatly, with assigned numbers. Like kindergarten. Until he earned something better. He popped open the zipper to stuff a first aid kit in his bag, but someone had already packed it. He looked around, then pulled out a knife. Nice grip. That felt right too.
"So, what?" There seemed to be a lot of stabbing weapons being distributed. Except the poor b*****d with the bandaids. "We're all knife-fighting to the death here?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 11:50 am
ε III looked up as the other girl(?) came over to the table. She too had daggers. So, assassins and a medic? Was that what their team was made of?
When ε I spoke, ε III eyed the dagger in the other girl's hands for a moment, then at her bandages before responding. "You mean the creepy text about thirteen survivors? I did..." She looked down at her bandages again. "And I suppose I am the Medic of this team. I believe I am ε III...? And you're ε I?" She asked, looking at the other girl's head. "And um, this might sound a bit weird, but I'm going to assume you're a girl?"
Out of the corner of her pink-eye-lens, ε III saw another person getting up. This time, they had different armor than she, so she assumed they were male. He(?) made his way over to the tables, and oh look, he ALSO had daggers. She was the lone medic so far, and the rest of her team were like pink-ninjas. Greattttt.
Wait...did that mean they had to protect her? She was, after all, their only healer...Maybe she'd be able to get herself come bodyguards. She was still worried that the other teams would try to kill her off since she was the medic, but in survival games, aren't you suppose to protect the one who can heal you?
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 11:56 am
“Medic? Do you ... know how to be a medic?” Not that ε XII could talk. She didn’t know anything about knives and she certainly had no experience with medicine. In all honesty, she was truly hoping that knowledge of neither would be necessary. All they had to do was wait out the clock, right? There were thirteen people in the pink tent and thirteen people were allowed to survive. The numbers worked out, right?
But ε XII was forgetting the other people in the classroom. They had surely awakened to a similar situation, with a similarly dire text message. Maybe they’d received instructions to hunt down the other people. Maybe they’d even been given directions on where to find them! ε XII’s heart began to race at the possibility.
“Well,” ε XII began, in response to ε I’s comment. “I’m definitely not the leader!”
She started to pace, trying to burn off her rising anxiety. She made it to the other table of packs and snatched a first aid kit for herself. She noticed the other person stirring and realized the others would soon follow. Well, thirteen heads were better than one. Perhaps one of them had an idea of what was going on.
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natsu rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 12:00 pm
ε II Waking up in Epsilon Home Base
"Fffggrrd," was his first sound, probably a bad word, but his mouth was dry and the mask made him quite hard to understand. Looking around, those that were up all looked distinctly odd and familiar in a trope way; he doubted that he had seen this sort of thing in his day to day life.
Or else they were all mole people and he was trying to just forget the awful truth.
The text message took awhile to focus on (they were wearing goggles too, exactly what was in the air around them), and the words were not, LOL or GTFO though he sort of wished they were; the idea they were on some sort of dangerous game reality show was a bit too much. And they were wearing pink. Just the colour to inspire fear.
He tapped the side of his mask, and someone hurriedly gave him his identity.
ε II. Great.
He had to think logically; first aid kit-- sort of defeats the purpose of us just killing each other, but someone has a sick sense of humour? The weapons in the bag seemed to be a mixed bag, really. Two daggers, some linen-- he didn't see what the others had pulled from the bag of tricks, but felt he needed to find out before the hour was out. The more he knew about the crew the better he'd feel.
The short stick of wood felt a bit archaic, but still comforting in his hands. He just hoped that he turned out to have fantastic musculature under his lumpy clothing-- though part of him sort of figured that would be too good to be true. It wasn't heavy though-- that was a good sign. Or it was a piece of s**t wood.
Less of a good sign.
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Ririka rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 12:05 pm
[Team member ε VIII is currently in the base tent]
A light chuckle escaped from ε VIII's lips as he slowly woke from his sleep like state. He didn't know why he was so amused, but something obviously told him it was a good time to laugh. His eyes snapping open, everything around him seemed to be shown in shades of pink? Violet? It was all the same, so what did it matter? It mattered because he wasn't a big fan of pink, unless it was bubblegum, or a flamingo of some sort. This wasn't the case however. This was a state of emergency from what he could tell at the moment, and he was wearing black and pink. Not black and red. Not black and gray, or black and brown. Black and pink. Way to stick out from the crowd.
Stretching out his stiff limbs, the off minded team member immediately rolled on to his feet, the world around him starting to spin due to the quick change in movement and position. It didn't matter to him though. He had a bounce in his step, a grin on his face, and need to get all his built up energy out, but how? How? No wait, who? Who were the people that looked dead on the ground and the others awake and about?
'Walking bubblegum sticks. That is what they look like, yes. YES!' he couldn't help but snicker at the thought, even if it meant he too looking like a walking mess of candy.
That thought didn't last long though when he saw the tables out of the corner of his eyes. His unseen grin growing, he shots towards the second table and let his pink shaded eyes scan over each one, his mind trying to pin point which would be his and what could be hidden within them.
[Rolling for weapon]
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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Tisiphone generated a random number between
1 and 6 ...
5!
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:17 pm
The male startled awake trying to make sense of the classroom and his current location. He swung his legs around to sit up and get his bearings. Through pink tinted lenses he noticed people opening packs as if they were goodie bags with a surprise prize.
Shuffling oddly in the armor he reached for a pack that had his number, VI. Opening it he peered in curiously. Did he have to tell the others what he had? It might be in his favor if they don't know. A wooden stick? It wasn't as useful as extra bandages or a knife, but it could be used for, giving others splinters? VI wasn't sure what to think. They needed to survive, that's what the teacher-figure had said, that they'd signed up for this and that they needed to survive the test.
"Is getting too chummy such a good idea ladies? We can't see anyone's faces..not that I think we'd be familiar with one another. But the person in the classroom said survival. They're giving us weapons" He looked around for support on that fact. There wasn't any need to sugar coat his ideas, they were being give weapons and bandages, someone was expecting blood to be shed.
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