In the midst of summer's heat, when work is slow and school is out, a lot of people are left with free time -- and maybe, just maybe, the desire for love is blossoming in the air.
This is what Ilmenite is counting on. With the return of energy gathering to the Negaverse, it's come to his attention that a lot of the younger Officers don't know how, or aren't confident with their ability to drain civilians. While he's willing to train them one-on-one, it seems more intelligent to do it all at once.
So. Let's combine these two things. A speed dating event where the participants are encouraged to "Come as you Aren't", and wear the craziest clothing that they possibly can. This will obscure the fact that half the participants in this wild event are Negas....
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This is an ORP training exercise that takes place at a crazy speed dating event! It begins at 6pm EST on August 2nd and end at 11:59pm on August 5th.
Negaverse Characters, both Officers and Corrupt Senshi, were asked to sign up in our previous sign up thread. Here are the participating agents of Chaos:
Silent Spy
Your Username: Silent Spy Officer's Name: Super Sailor Typhon Officer's Rank: Super Corrupted
Sylent Nyte
Your Username: Sylent Nyte Officer's Name: Vanadinite Officer's Rank: Lieutenant
Rejam
Your Username: Rejam Officer's Name: Bornite Officer's Rank: Lieutenant
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Beejoux
Your Username: Beejoux Officer's Name: Xenotime Officer's Rank: Captain
kurotomato
Your Username: kurotomato Officer's Name: Aurostibite Officer's Rank: Lieutenant
Indubitably
Your Username: Indubitably Officer's Name: Thyone, of Hedonism Officer's Rank: Super
Your Username: ChibiGingi Officer's Name: Mica Officer's Rank: Captain
(Guessing if we have multiples to put them in the same one?)
Your Username: ChibiGingi Officer's Name: Buddingtonite Officer's Rank: Captain
Order characters and civilians are allowed to participate as well, arriving in the craziest clothing that they have for a simple and fun speed dating event, but they will not be allowed to power up, as there will be eyes on everyone at all times, allowing no opportunity for privacy. Anyone is welcome to post in this manner; no sign ups were required!
Dark Moon Senshi can come, but must come in civilian form, as their energy gathering methods won't work in this setting. They'll be given black flower pins to keep anyone from draining them. Anyone is welcome to post in this manner; no sign ups were required!
Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 3:20 pm
Pre-Game Training
All Negaverse Officers and Senshi who put their name on the roster were encouraged to come an hour early -- especially those new to energy draining, or those who found their skills had gone a bit rusty. They were called in, partly, for the meaningless grunt work of it, asked to push around tables and help Ilmenite get the bar stocked and set up. Mostly, however, the pre-game setup was a small lesson in how to energy drain.
Surely, most of these participants already had knowledge of how the basics worked, but with energy collection being a recent re-addition to the Negaverse, it could never hurt to give a little refresher. Since this was Ilmenite's area of expertise, he explained it as best he could, using the rather-baffled owner of the catering hall as demonstration and practice where required.
After forty five minutes, everyone had at least enough knowledge to take it and learn from the rest of the night, and poor Mr. Jordan was left unconscious in the broom closet.
Before they left, to enter through the main doors with the civs that would come at 6pm sharp, Ilmenite gave them one last reminder: under no circumstances will there be any killing or starseed ripping at this event.
A row of tables is lined up across the room, with black chairs on one side, and white chairs on the other. Instead of being separated into male and female, as so many of these events are, this one is more open minded, allowing for all combinations of gender with a mix on other side -- or so it would seem to the uninformed. In truth, the way this will work is that Negaverse will occupy the black chairs, and civs will be placed on the other, easily marking the hunters and the prey.
Ilmenite mans a smaller table in the corner, armed with a timer. As the first round begins, the civilians will remain seated, while every 3 minutes the Negaverse agents will rotate from one target to the next. This will continue throughout the course of the night until every civ has met every Negaverse agent and made notes on their cards [as per regular speed dating rules] and the Negas have made notes about them.
As participants begin to trickle in, they're all wearing crazy outfits. The civilians wear all the wild costume accessories and pieces that they might have in the back of wardrobes -- star trek uniforms, heavy fur coats, petticoat skirts, medieval bodices, punk rockstar wear, or whatever else they've come up with to represent everything they've ever wanted to wear but didn't have the balls to.
The Negaverse, also, has been encouraged to layer more clothing over their uniforms, to transform themselves so that it's less clear they're agents of chaos...
Alcohol will be available at this event; simple mixed drinks of well liquors and sodas and juices. They're provided at a small fee. Anyone drinking must produce an ID when they order.
Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 3:20 pm
The Rules
Lengthy back-and-forth interactions are strongly discouraged in this ORP, in favor of 'solo-style' responding to NPCs, or brief exchanges.
Every two hours OOC is equal to three minutes IC. This means that every two hours OOC, you're presumed to have switched partners -- and, as such, you can roll a die and make a solo-style post once every two hours.
Not only are you welcome to make up an NPC that you're draining a bit of energy from each time you post, you're encouraged to, since if you want to have a PC back-and-forth exchange with another character, you must get the entire back-and-forth done in two OOC hours!
Note however that you absolutely do not have to post every two hours to participate. Greater participation could mean you're more likely to win, or that you're more likely to get bounced. If you only want to post 3-4 times in the event, then it's 'handwaved' that you've participated in each round. Perhaps this could be good solo fodder for the future...
As with the Love Bites event, participants have three options --
Drain less, chat more: Obscure your draining with conversation; this will keep your partner from getting suspicious, but means you won't get much.
Roll 1 20-sided die. 20 means you've botched your attempt thoroughly and are out; 1-4 means you've been flagged by a bouncer; 5-19 means you successfully drain 1 energy point.
Drain and chat an equal amount: You chat a bit, but perhaps your partner doesn't think you're fully focused, as you drain a middling amount of energy.
Roll 1 10-sided die. 10 means you've botched your attempt thoroughly and are out; 1-3 means you've been flagged by a bouncer; 4-9 means you successfully drain 3 energy points.
Drain more, chat less: Taciturn and completely distracted, your partner might wonder what planet you're on and get suspicious easily, but at least you'll have a lot of energy to show for it.
Roll 1 5-sided die. 5 means means you've botched your attempt thoroughly and are out; 1-2 means you've been flagged by a bouncer; 3-4 means you successfully drain 5 energy points.
If you're flagged three times, total, then you'll be bounced from the event, because you've acted like a creeper. Bounced officers will be asked to write an exit post and leave the premises.
Please link to past rolls in every post you make as part of the contest, so that blue can more easily see what you've been doing, and more easily tally your score.
In addition to your dice roll, you must write an RP post that roughly gives an idea of what you character is doing. Posts should be a minimum of 100 words, to keep action accompanying the rolling.
At the end of the event, the person with the most energy points will be crowned the winner. Bounced officers will still be in the running, but will be penalized 5 energy points.
Any civilian characters or DMC Senshi can also post a solo once every two hours, but absolutely do not roll! You guys are just, basically, on a fun speed dating event, meeting people you've never met before. DMC can be on either side of the table, but civilians will be exclusively against Negas, and should be woozy from draining by the end of the night...
The tables are set up; civilians and Negaverse officers trickling in, an eclectic mix of crazy outfits that will baffle and obscure any uniforms and let people express themselves the way they never have before. Hopefully, this will set up a precedent for the rest of the night; allow everyone to settle in and get comfortable, to get a drink at the bar [but only, of course, if they're a Chaos agent or have an ID showing they're 21 or over, and don't worry -- it's a Lieutenant staffing the bar]!
OOC: For this first two hour time period, ending at 8pm EST, please post as your character entering the room and getting settled in, possibly getting a drink: your 'entrance post'. Any users who miss the first period can assume that they did it, or can add it to the start of their next prompt, as something that happened 'in the past'.
The rolling and the draining will start at 8pm EST, with another prompt from me!
Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 3:40 pm
Bornite was always a bit cocky about his uniform: the pulpy WWII dogfight jacket, the boots, the scarf. He felt both dashing and adorable, which was a balance he felt was difficult to achieve. Bornite spent most of his civilian life trying to find that razor's edge, and Chaos had done it for him.
He hadn't had much to contribute. Fingerless driving gloves, of course, and his crowning glory: a goggle-adorned leather helmet. He had spent much time in front of the mirror admiring it, scrounged it up and spent too much money for it at an antique store.
And so it was, imbued with newfound confidence, that Bornite sauntered past (a presumably very busy) Ilmenite, drink in hand, and deftly gave the General a posterior pinching. "Swanky shindig, Bachelor Number One," he said in passing. "Keep up the good work."
Acanthite came into the bar at the prescribed time as an agent, thoroughly excited both at the idea of speed dating and at the prospect of some official training. She wanted to do Ilmenite proud. And, if she ended up with a potential date or something, all the better. And the best part was that no one would even recognize her, decked out as she was in her senshi uniform - not only would this activity be something her mother thoroughly disapproved of, but the woman could walk into the room and not even recognize her own daughter.
The corrupted senshi completed her look for the night with a sheer black shawl draped around her shoulders and arms, to help hide the fractured pit in her chest. Through the low light of the bar and the translucent fabric, she figured she would be able to pass the spot off as a bruise sustained in roller derby. And, if all else failed, she could call out anyone who stared at it too hard.
Virgin strawberry daiquiri in hand, she moved to her assigned seat and settled down on it with care. It was certainly easier to jump from one roof to another in the short crinoline than it was to sit in it. Acanthite slid her seat forward and adjusted her shawl, then stole a look back at Ilmenite to see if he might have any last minute instructions to pass along.
Just a few more minutes. The senshi took a sip from her drink, then wiped off the smudge of scented lip gloss from the rim of the glass with one thumb. And ... hoped she did not look to excited or something.
Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 4:39 pm
Ilmenite wasn't the only one to feel a sudden pinch to his back side. The compliment had barely left the Lieutenant's mouth before Xenotime had saddled up behind him and given him a taste of his own medicne before draping her arms over his shoulders and laying her cheek against his, grinning past him at the General who'd put this entire thing together. "I agree, very nicely arranged." Full lips, today painted a vivid purple, brushed Bornite's cheek before she unwound from him and turned to eye the bar appraisingly.
Her attire for the evening, in addition to her uniform, was some far more dramatic make up, done dark, as well as her adding some bright extensions to already bright hair. Hair that had been pulled tight on the sides and styled up in punk rock mohawk. She'd also layered a tight, short dress under the corset that hugged her hips and showed off her a** to absolute perfection.
The boys would have an unobscured view of sad a** as she sauntered towards the bar, arms folding along the top of it as she leaned forward to order a drink. "UV Blue and lemonade please."
Dressed in a fuzzy dark grey bathrobe directly over the rest of his powered disguise, Corrupted Super Sailor Typhon took the lazy way out of hiding his uniform. It hardly did the job the robe wasn't floor length or long-sleeved, but it would do fine enough he imagined. It wasn't the main focus of his attention - no, that was the chain of a**-pinching he was witnessing from between Ilmenite, Bornite, and Xenotime.
"Jealous," Typhon said to the three of them as he made his way to grab a drink (of course). "Look at you three, flaunting yourselves in front of me. ******** teases man."
He poured himself a quick drink and gave a suggestive look to the three of them - a coy brow raise to Ilmenite, a wink to Bornite, and a slow pan of the eyes up Xenotime's body. "Keep drinking you three so the four of us can have some good fun later."
Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 5:06 pm
As the clock hits the hour, everyone settled in their seats, and Ilmenite took his own place at a small table in the corner, shaking his head at the mouthy officers around him. The conversation bubbled around him, and he ended it with the 'time start' buzzer to get everyone's attention.
As the room faded into silence, he raised his own voice.
"Everyone should have a piece of paper at their seat. This paper is for your own reference; it has a spot for every person you interact with tonight. Take their name down, and any notes you'd like to add; at the end of the night, I'll collect these, and if there's any overlap between two people expressing interest, I'll let you both know." No, he wouldn't. But this was the ruse. He flashed the group a smile.
"You have three minutes with each person in line. When the buzzer goes off again, everyone in a black chair, rotate one seat to your right. Ready? Go."
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OOC:
AND THE DATING HAS BEGUN! Negas, begin your draining; write your solos, enjoy your drinks, and so on.
After this point, on every even hour [10, 12, 2, 4, etc], you are presumed to switch partners. You can post as often as you like, or as rarely, but any rounds you missed are handwaved as having happened...
Maybe it was because he was distracted by Typhon and Porsha. Maybe it was because his nerves were up after the little demonstration with the guy now resting peacefully in a broom closet.
"Nice hat," he said to the pirate across from him, who gave him a flat and unimpressed stare. She was about a foot taller than he was. Possibly that contributed.
He tried chatter. He tried flirtation. He tried to ask her about his tattoos.
He caught the eye of a bouncer, who solemnly, with a warning arch of his brow, lifted one finger.
Strike one. Goddammit. Not an auspicious beginning.
To say that Lt. Vanadinite was new to energy collecting was an understatement. As one of the newest recruits in the Negaverse (if not the newest), she was a baby. She hardly knew anyone outside of Ilmenite, who had awakened her into this war... So energy gathering? Not something she was well versed in.
In fact, this would be her first time. So when Ilmenite told her to be an hour early, she was there with 5 minutes to spare.
After his demonstration and some practice herself, Vanadinite grabbed a drink at the bar before heading into the room and taking a seat in one of the black chairs. With her curled hot pink hair shaved on one side of her head, and her catsuit on which she added multiple belts, gaudy jewlery, and a hot pink tutu to, she was ready to rock and roll.
When the seat across from her was occupied by a rather good looking guy, Vanadinite was... Disappointed. Because while she may have been interested in him under any other circumstances, in this situation, she would never end up on a date with him. She flashed him a flirty smile and leaned in, her right elbow on the table and her chin resting in her hand. Deciding to start off safe she chatted him up for the 3 minutes that they were seated together, conveniently touching his arm when he made her laugh to drain tiny bits of energy at a time.
Round one, success.
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Enery drained: 1 pt Total: 1
Sylent Nyte Crew
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Beejoux rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1Total: 1 (1-10)
Beejoux
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 6:20 pm
The person Xenotime Sam down across from was a very attractive young man in what looked like a strip club version of some slur uniform. It prompted a thoughtful arch of violet brows, before her lips curled up into an interested smile, lids sliding low so she was looking at him through a veil of dark lashes. "Well hello there."
Out of the corner of her eye she caught the very firm stare and pointed finger of one of the bouncers, and she couldn't help the innocent widening of eyes that was offered in response, not entirely sure why she was being flagged until she turned back around to glance at her date.
He was blushing, absolutely crimson. For a second she was reminded forcibly of Jude, then she offered a sheepish smile to him.
Typhon was tilting back in his chair when the first date of the night took a seat in front of him. He was cute enough to actually catch Typhon's attention, drawing him enough away from the energy-draining.
"Hey, so let's start with hobbies," the date started. "What are you into?"
And then Typhon began a list for the next three minutes that would make you blush and left the man speechless.
OK. Compose yourself. The pirate sailed away looking thoroughly disgusted, and round two took her place.
"I'm not gay," the guy blurted, looking hunted. "I didn't realize it was going to be... so..."
"Dude, me neither," said Bornite seriously. "And it feels like a sausage party in here. What the ********, I don't even--and I guess we're stuck in the same seat every time so--"
"Did you see the last episode of Game of Thrones? I need a summary. Spoil me, if you have to."
When the next round started and his "date" rotated away, Bornite secured both a handshake and a high five. Good enough.
