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 Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 12:50 am
Theta Squad HOME BASE: Welcome to the Theta 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 teal 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 thirteen first aid kits, all neatly organized in rows of six, one for each person. The last sits by itself at the end of the table. The second table seems to have been organized with a fair amount of dedication, on each backpack is written only a number. There are exactly thirteen backpacks, organized in rows of six, with the last by itself on the end. The last table is the simplest of all and simply contains one map. Not much information is marked on the map though ((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 2:32 am
Theta Squad - θ
AyeAvast shall be known only as θ I
artificial insomnia shall be known only as θ II
Roxy_roxanna2 shall be known only as θ III
Amon Larethian shall be known only as θ IV
MoonKitsune shall be known only as θ V
Kaori_luv shall be known only as θ VI
Pales shall be known only as θ VII
musicaloner7 shall be known only as θ VIII
Chaos Flutterby shall be known only as θ IX
Imbri shall be known only as θ X
AndrAIa shall be known only as θ XI
Bloody Anubis shall be known only as θ XII
Miliardo Kason shall be known only as θ 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 5:48 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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Miliardo Kason rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 9:10 am
Theta-Thirteen woke up much more slowly then that of his twelfth counter part. As usual he was still stuck in the bulky suit, gas mask, body armor, and that lone cellphone.
Just like every time before when he woke up he tried to remember, sorting out what he dreamed about, apparently a classroom full of other people dressed like him. Apparently he wanted to do this, that's what he had been told by some guy in a hood. Beyond that nothing, the same empty void of nothing that he usually woke with.
BREET BREET! Bzzzzzzzzt!
So the cellphone did work! Fumbling at his belt he tugged the phone into line with his mask's goggles.
"Three days..." Well that was a hell of a nap then. This is your group. He glanced around noting twelve others stirring awake in the room from where he lay on his cot. So far whoever this was they knew what was going on well and seemed to be a reliable source of information...
Only Thirteen of you will survive. Okay that wasn't good... More then exactly thirteen at the end of day seven and everyone will be killed.
... ******** his phone offered no other information he finally gave up stumbling out of his bed towards the supply table. All the while he glanced about at the other numbered individuals. His only allies? Or would he need to kill them? No, don't think like that. This is your team this is it. Don't betray them. Not yet... not yet...
For a moment he paused while walking, his heart hammering as he tried to sort out his thoughts, he had to kill, had he ever killed before? Stumbling now he made it towards the table grabbing at one of the bags, Theta-Thirteen it matched the number in his mask, it would have to do...
When he fumbled the pack open he would be greeted by the small Mace not the best weapon in the world but it looked like it would do. Moving a bit more he grabbed a medkit shoving it into place in the bag before gently swinging the mace in the air trying to get an idea of how it felt. Heavy and clumsy was the verdict and he clipped it to his belt before moving towards the tents ********' hell this is going to suck..."
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Amon Larethian rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 9:51 am
Urrggg...
What the fu--where the hell was he? Theta iv groaned, his mind still caught in the haze of whatever sleep he had been in. Had he been dreaming, if he had he couldn't remember what about. A hand raised to his face, intending to rub the sleep out of his eyes, only--what the hell? What was he wearing? A mask, where had that--oh I get it, someone was playing a prank on him. Oh just wait until--
A vibrating? His cell phone! He reached for the phone on his belt, blinking in confusion. This wasn't his phone was it, or was it? Whatever, it was his now, score! Maybe there were some good games on it, or...a text message.
He scanned the message, expression growing dark as he read it. 'Three days...', what the ********, what had happened to him?! 'Only thirteen of you will make it off this island...', seriously, what the hell kind of prank was this?! THIS ISN'T FUNNY!
Stupid phone! He growled, muttering to himself as he tried to get more information out of the phone, call someone, find a game, anything...nothing. Stupid useless piece of junk! Angrily he clipped the phone back to his belt, arms crossed as he looked around the tent.
Heh, so he wasn't alone, there were others here. Well he didn't care what happened to them, so long as he got off this island alive. Hey what was that--a table? Maybe supplies, or at least a flame thrower (there had so better be flame throwers to go with this gear!).
On his feet, he quickly made his way to the table, barely acknowledging the presence of any others nearby before he snatched the bag with number 4 on it and a first aid kit which was promptly stuffed into said bag. Hmph, better be something good in here.
Nunchucks huh, he supposed that would work, though he'd really rather had a damn flame thrower! Well at least it was better than a rock...
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MoonKitsune rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 10:17 am
He woke up slowly, groggy and feeling stiff and worn. Whatever nap he had was not the best, and he only had the foggiest recollection of some short time before. Something about class and taking a test. Ugh, he hated test. He hoped it hadn’t been Algebra or Chemistry. It was a good thing he didn’t remember what fake grade he got. Rising slowly, he touched his brow and felt it not exactly touch his skin. Instead, he felt a hard mask thunk against his head and looking up, noticed the clunky glove and then at the full body suit that was covering him like an astronaut. WTF didn’t describe it.
“What the….heck is this?” His voice was muffled and he touched the tube of his mask a moment before noticing the number on his chest. 0-V. He had a faint recollection of a movie, but his brain wasn’t working to bring it up. He was about to object to having a number like some prisoner instead of a name, but when he thought of what name SHOULD be imprinted on his suit, he came up blank. G…Fa….No. No letters sounded right. Hell, he could have a girl’s name for all he knew. Wait? Was he a girl?!! No. No. He was really sure he was a boy.
Instead of questioning himself TOO much (and freaking himself out even more), he looked about and noticed other ..people, waking up, and having the same ‘What bus just hit me over’ look. Well, as much as a look you could get with a mask on.
When he felt able, he slipped off his cot, moving about between groups and noticed others moving to the tables. Once there, he saw three tables. As if to explain, something buzzed on his hip that nearly got a quick “Woah!” before he looked down. Cellphone. Oh, maybe it was his. Ugly color. Reaching down, he picked it up with an expertise that he didn’t expect. Instead of a pleasant chat, he got a text message. Not a very nice one either. Thirteen people would only survive. Time to do a head count. Checking, he saw that their group was 13. Nicely done, but just before he thought of thinking that was a stupid threat, he noticed the sign before their numbers. They were a group, and probably not the only ones. “Great. There are more of us.” So technically, if they could just be the group that won, they would all be fine. Well, at long as he was with the winning group.
As other people grabbed their bags and pulled out various weapons, he noticed how serious this all was. They were going to have to take out a few groups. What a pleasant day! He’d rather just have a force field instead, but knowing that probably wasn’t stuffed in a bag, he grabbed his things and played a Russian roulette to see what he got. He grabbed his first aid kids, then a bag, and then a map, before moving to the side and starting to see what he got.
His face fell when he pulled out a wooden stake. What the heck?! Was he killing vampires?! Groaning, he shoved it back into his pack before anyone could see his weapon. It was better to not show what he had right now, just in case. He also shoved the rest in aside from the map, that he took out and looked over.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 10:38 am
"The question is how many more, and are they as big a group as we are?"
Moving from the tent doors towards Theta Five, Thirteen offered a sympathetic shrug. "Could be worse probably, could have been nothing at all that you got in that bag, so what was it?" He gestured to his hip where the mace swung loosely at his side. "Oie you got a map of this place out too?" Leaning over he tried to get a peek around the other fellow at the map below. "Reckon you have any idea where the hell we should go? I doubt we can all just sit here and wait hopping to be the lucky ones who live so we have to move at some point."
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 10:55 am
Theta-5 looked up at a...well, he couldn't decide gender just yet with all the muffled sounds, but he was going to assume it was another guy, and back down at his bag. So much for keeping his weapon concealed, and he glared down at the mace on the other guy's hip. At least he could swing his about. Such a stubby weapon as a stake bothered him, but there was nothing else he could do about - though he did wonder if he could trade or just steal another weapon. Then again, if that sparked a fight with someone who, say, had a gun, it wouldn't be good for him. Best to keep any fires starting just yet.
Reaching in, he showed the stake to Theta-13. "It's like I'm freakin Buffy." He huffed, and closed his bag back up to swing it over his shoulder. Opening the map back up, he looked it over with distaste. "I'd say we need someplace that's going to give up an advantage if we are going to get attacked by whatever big group is going to kill us. Out in the open here isn't going to work. Corn fields is just asking for disaster. Get picked off one by ones without even noticing Johnny or Jill is dead before it's too late. Lighthouse seems good to me. You can look all around you and see anyone approaching. If we get there and hold out, we can make it." He looked up. "I know I'm not going to stick around here to get shot." It would be better to be in a group, but if this group was going to lazy about in a tent while other people might be coming here to slaughter them, he wasn't about to stick around.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 11:01 am
Theta-13 whistled quietly from the inside of his mask, poor b*****d didn't have a proper weapon it seemed, what could he possibly do with a wooden steak except maybe thump someone on the head a few times. Stabbing through the armor they all had on would be hopeless.
"Nah, you ain't Buffy, she wore a lot less armor when she went hunting." In turn her offered a sympathetic pat to the shoulder before turning back towards the map, leaning in for a closer look. "I'll agree to finding an advantage, I'd also agree to avoiding the corn field. Only thing I have against the lighthouse is that if someone beats us to it, were ******** sitting in the open for them to pick out in the distance."
Reaching down he drew a finger from the lighthouse towards the town up north. "It's a bit farther, and those inside it are at just as much an advantage as we are, but it's a more even fight if we sneak into a place like that. No sitting ducks for a lighthouse to pick off, and more places to hide."
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 11:09 am
Despite liking his idea, he had to admit that Theta-13 did make sense. Thinking it over, the idea of having the same advantage he wanted used against him wasn’t something he wanted. He had no idea to know if there was already a group there waiting for them, relaxing in the comfort of their fortress and just having a grand time shooting them down. If the group had a lot of guns, that was exactly what they could and probably would do. No need for maces and stakes when they could just aim and pull a trigger. Space suit or not, he didn’t think it was bulletproof.
Looking it over, he looked back up, a bit grumpy to admit such a thing. “Towns seem smart now that you mention it. Maybe they have a pawn shop or some owner has a shotgun under their register. I’d even take a pipe over this.” He said with a lift of the stake and set it back in his bag. “Are you heading out soon or waiting for some more people to wake up and give us some backup?” Theta-5 looked over his shoulder and noticed more people waking up. There was no way to tell how physically fit they were and what advantage they could give them. "Just cause we start out here doesn't mean we have to stick with them."
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Roxy_roxanna2 rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 11:24 am
Theta -Three found herself waking up with a mild gasp, she almost started to hyperventilate when she felt the heavy thing on her face. Her hands moved up and slowly she calmed down as she felt the gas mask. This thing was keeping her alive perhaps? Where was she? Why was she here? She felt a soft buzz from her hip and lowered her head to examine a cell phone strapped there. A cellphone...she hastily grabbed it and read the message she had received.
Three days number 3...she had been out for three days that wasn't good. She stood slowly and stiffly her body seemed to suffer under all the armor and grogginess of deep sleep. She was still afraid, paranoid almost because she didn't know who she was, why she was here, or how to get back....wherever it was she belonged. She did belong somewhere right? Or had she always belonged here? She frowned under the gas mask and closed her eyes taking a few breaths and trying to calm herself.
The text message had distressed her but she stood anyway obeying it and deciding to look around. There were other people here which normally would have comforted her but not after what she knew. In the end there could be only thirteen and she wanted to be one of them. She might not know who she was or why she was here, but she did know she wasn't suicidal damn she wanted to live!
She shuffled over to the first table to grab a first aid kit, she recognized what it was...which was good. Simple item recognition meant she hadn't totally lost it right? Remembering her name would have been nice, but for now Theta-Three didn't sound horrible. Three was a nice number wasn't it? Well nice or not it was hers and that was good enough for now.
She moved slowly towards the second table her legs seemed to be gaining back some of their familiarity under her. Her fingers fell onto a small club, a mace? She picked it up and stared at it for a long moment trying to figure out if she had any knowledge of how to use such a thing. Well...you just swung it at anything dangerous right? She had the nasty feeling that she had never used such a weapon in her whole life, then again perhaps she had and simply couldn't remember. Maybe it would come back to her with some time and practice.
She walked over to the third table, there now her legs seemed to remember what they were doing. She peered down at the map but couldn't really understand much of it. There seemed to be some important locations, what looked like a beach...yes...but no escape routes, no exit markings. It made scary sense, after all at the end of seven days only thirteen of them would be left...or none.
She slowly turned then away from the map and looked at the others with suspicious eyes.
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AyeAvast rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 11:33 am
The buzzing of the phone due to the text messages was what managed to arouse the girl. Inside her gas-mask her eyes snapped open and with lightening speed she sat up, grabbing up the cell phone and holding it awkwardly in front of her face.
"Cellphone." She said out loud, taking a long time to think about it. OK. She knew what a cell phone was, but... She didn't know where she was, or what in the world she was wearing or, most importantly, who she was. Man, that really sucked. "Asleep for... 3 days? Well that's really stupid." She said out loud, dropping her hands into her lap as she looked around. There were other people, others like those she had seen in the classroom before she had fallen back asleep. Which was still stupid.
Some of the students were walking around, but most were still asleep. Hadn't they gotten the messages too? Or were they used to alarm clocks and didn't rely on cellphones to wake them up in the morning? Didn't everyone have a cellphone and OH MY GOD A CELLPHONE!
The girl grabbed it back up and held it once more over her face, her fingers smashing the keys in attempt to figure it out. It didn't even have a touch screen! How unfortunate retro! It also refused to do anything else. Her fingers pressed numbers and the call button, but nothing happened. She desperately tried to remember the Emergency number, but she couldn't so instead she heaved a sigh and dropped her hands again.
This really, really sucked. Hardcore.
In any event she needed to get going as it looked like the others were doing things, so she stood up and stretched. Now her body felt groggy and slow, surely from sleeping for a straight 3 days, but if she moved around it would get better. And she should find something to call herself. No seriously! What had been her name? Something with an A? Or maybe an M? Those two didn't sound anything alike.
Luckily her eyes chanced across the number on her suit and she started at it.
"O with a strike-1? What the freak is that?" She paused and thought randomly of how similar that symbol was. "Kappa Alpha Theta! I'm Theta 1!!' Now she waved her hands around, as though she were doing some sort of dance. "Aw yeah. Theta 1." She turned to the group and smirked under her mask, quietly mumbling "That's right bitches. Always number 1." And with that she wandered over to the tables and snatched up a bag. Inside was a gun (Oh freaking fantastic! She didn't know how to shoot! Did she?) and other various supplies. Whatever. This place was freaky-diky and she didn't understand a thing. Oh well, better make friends or something like that.
"Hey!" She whirled around to the group and waved. "I'm apparently Theta-1. Are you all various Theta's too?"
How strange this all would be if there were organized by Sororities. Had she been part of Kappa Alpha Theta? How did she even know that was a sorority? A sorority... What was that again? A bunch of girls in a house? Were they mean or do gooders? AUGH. She couldn't remember and this was just annoying now.
And besides, shouldn't she be worrying about that whole "Only 13 of you will survive" deal? That sounded pretty serious. Well, it would be except Theta-1 had the distinct feeling she could handle this. Hadn't she read a book about a girl in a similar situation? Surely she had, and that girl had turned out fine. Besides, Theta-1 wasn't the kind to merely let some trifle like "Only 13 of you will survive" both her all that much. She'd do what she had to survive. And she didn't mind a bit at playing dirty.
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