Upon hearing of the bounty on the head of a group of trouble-making cowboys, Cad Bane was almost offended and for sure didn't want people to think that he was involved. Even talk of the leader using pistols and having cybernetic enhancements had him irritated. He himself didn't have those but his gadgets could perhaps be mistaken as such. It felt almost like it was something personal and he was determined to track this man named 'Goodman' down. An ironic name, he thought.

Wade took an interest in the case as well and they'd worked together often so Bane was pleased to have his room-mate tag along. He had also been contacted by the Tenth Doctor about joining in. Bane didn't particularly like to share these bounties, splitting the rewards, but he had been doing pretty well here since his arrival some months ago and he could let one or two on occasion be shared with extra hands.

It didn't hurt to have some back-up either. Or a distraction.

He called a meeting to his and Wade's apartment in Genessia to sort out what was known and plan their next move.
 
 
10 September 2017 @ 03:33 pm
Alright, listen up everyone. Deputy Guardian Dante Sparda here, and here's how this is going to work. You see anything that looks like a bomb? You call me.

You see anything that might be a bomb? You call me.

You see anything suspicious? You call me.

If you squint and see an object that might possibly be construed as potentially bomb-like if you tilt your head a certain way? You call me.

We seeing a pattern here?

I know I'm not the Guardian, but something tells me Cassian will back me up on this one. Do not approach, do not touch, do not even fucking look at it for longer than needed. You. Call. Me.

That goes for my fellow deputies as well.

[He sighs as he drops his camera carrying hand, as he's obviously out on patrol.] Just when I was getting comfortable too... shit...
 
 
10 September 2017 @ 10:34 pm
Seems you had an explosive little problem in Attleton recently.

The threat has now been completely subdued and there's no more reason to fear. The culprit has been dealt with, thanks to my swift and sure expertise.

Business has been a little slow lately, so I'm available for any other jobs that require my services. Criminals captured. The lost can be found. Items. People. Other problems? Just ask. I'm flexible with doing many kinds of jobs as long as its worth my while. Rates are you pay for what quality you get but all fees are negotiable.
 
 
06 September 2017 @ 03:13 pm
I gotta wonder sometimes if it's possible for these different versions of people...beings...to even look different between the versions. At least one guy...I had more than enough dealings with him back home...but there's actually a physical difference between him and the version that's here. Anyone know if species can look different from reality to reality?
 
 
06 September 2017 @ 10:06 am
[ The video starts very simply. Thrawn is sitting at his modest kitchen table, with the orchid mentioned last time he posted in a shady place beside him. There is sunlight dappled by many plants coming through the window. ]

After observing this network for some time I have come to the conclusion that it has little worth, save as a means of public address. If that becomes necessary, then signals are overridden in any case.

I have seen a great deal of chatter and static, but very little answering of questions. Questions about the rather bizarre moment of waking not where you expected to be. Questions such as the card and old fashioned comm. No concern is expressed about that, though it happens often enough to be concerning,

[ He shakes his head with a sigh. ]

The system of governance is passing strange, too. There are Guardians, who are elected...but then what? It is impossible to have impartial leaders. Even if that leader knows nothing more than what they are told, they would still make new allies and enemies.

It all combines into a very odd mixture. Some of which I rather doubt if anyone would want to explain, but most is just too banal to be worth my time. I have surmised there is no way 'home'. So therefore I only ask for some means out.
 
 
01 August 2017 @ 02:42 am
Who: Wade and Bane
Where: Apartmentside, cuz they bros
When: Forward dated to the 4th
What: EVENT TIME ITS THE EVENT WHOOPIE HOORAY
Warnings: Mentions of terminal illness, physical pain, mental illness, angst, more angst, someone might cry a little

To Just Stop Being? )
 
 
26 July 2017 @ 12:54 am
What: Catch-all for the Attleton Olympics
When: July 26th till August 2nd
Where: Attleton, Battle Colosseum
Warning: Should be mostly PG-13, with some competitions possibly going up to R?

[The streets of Attleton are buzzing with activity, visitors and residents alike crowding the streets and headings towards the Colosseum. Colorful decorations adorn the streets and parts of the buildings, there are tents and vendors near the Colosseum that sell snacks, soft drinks and plushies for the little ones (or not so little ones).
Read more... )
[OOC: The opening ceremony and competition logs will be posted to this log, but you’re welcome to make your own Olympics-related posts, we just don’t want to spam the comm. Check out the roster and info post. If you haven’t yet, please plot with your competitors and give us the results. Results still outstanding by the 31st will be RNG'd.

You are welcome to play out as many matches as you like, but you don't need to RP everything.]
 
 
05 July 2017 @ 07:29 am
[ The feed starts simply with Thrawn seated at a table. He has replaced the glowing white uniform with a nondescript grey tunic but the distinct glow of his red eyes remains. His voice is always calm, blue hands folded in front of him. ]

In this place we have come to, time seems to be suspended. Or at least the linear progression of it is. In the time I came from, there was conflict. But it was the conflict that arises from the natural point in that given time.

Since coming here I have come to learn that which I wanted to avoid most did come to pass. As you might imagine, this is rather difficult to know.

It is for this reason I speak publicly, now. If the faction of the Empire is the progenitor to this it then becomes imperative that emperor Palpatine be restored as soon as possible. With this restoration, I would also wish to sever any ties.

Do not mistake this for condoning the actions of the rebels, or their successor faction the resistance. The efforts of a ragtag group of insurgents are what opened the door to allow evil inside the galaxy I come from in the first place.

That said, It is a war that is from that same galaxy, and I do not intend to bring it here.

[ Thrawn nods politely at the camera. ]

Thank you for your time.

[Private Message for General Hux ] )
 
 
27 June 2017 @ 12:46 am
so.

i guess you can actually sleep for a month.

I mean this kinda wasn't an intentional experiment but just in case anyone was wondering.

sleeping for a month is actually totally feasible.

[Just add crippling depression!]

thanks for not burying me, i actually appreciate it.
 
 
24 June 2017 @ 03:42 pm
Pitch black darkness will appear on everyone's screen for several long seconds and then..... From out of the darkness, will come a face both terrible to gaze upon yet  too mesmerizing to turn away from.  The hooded robe of midnight that made the figure seem a part of the darkness. The pasty white skin of the face filled with deep, almost scar-like  wrinkles caused by more then old age. The yellow eyes that seems to bore into the viewers as if they see every thought  of their audience. . One could easily think that was perhaps Death himself.

"My fellow inhabitants of this strangle world, please do not be alarmed by my appearance...  I am Emperor Sheev Palpatine, ruler of the Galactic Empire. I wish to be of service to you, the people here as I was to my subjects."

The voice is at odds with the face. It sounds warm, benevolent, grandfatherly.

"From the universe I hail from, I was originally but a humble Senator representing the Planet Naboo in the great Senate of the Galactic Republic. In time, I was elected Chancellor of the Republic and sworn to end the internal corruption that up until that moment, was twisting the great government of hundred million star systems to serve only the interests of great corporate monopolies and planetary elites. They start a rebellion against the Republic, calling themselves the Confederacy of Independent Systems in perverse joke that soon devolved into civil war.  The very fabric of galactic society was being tore apart.  The Republic was brought to the brink of collapse. It had to be reborn.

And so I and my followers reorganized the Republic into the Galactic Empire, with myself reluctantly taking on the role of Emperor. Through the valiant efforts of the newborn Imperial Navy and Army, we ended the menace of the CIS and ushered in an untold period of peace, prosperity, equality and most of all, stability that has last for over 20 years now...  

And while it is imperative that I return to my Empire as soon as possible in order continue to safeguard the well-being of it's citizens, It is my desire as a public servant to want to also extend that same sentiment to the people of this world for as long as  I am here.   That is...."

And here his voice becomes troubled.

"If I am not cut down in the streets first.
I have good reason to believe there are members of the Rebel Alliance, a terrorist successor movement to the Confederacy among the population here. They will seek to take my life, which is why I am currently in hiding. But it is not the loss of my life that I fear. I have been the target of so many over the years that I've grown numb to them. One of them even permanently damaged my face as you can see.  No, it the innocents that could be caught in crossfire between them and me. A conflict that originated in our galaxy should stay there.    

That is why I decided to introduce myself in such a public manner. I am but a frail old man in the twilight of his life who only wishes to continue until the end, his heart's desire as a ruler.... The betterment of all under him.   Will you not deny me that?"
 
 
[... He can work with this. Flicking what he was well aware was gray matter tainted water off his coat and hat, wringing out his tie, and casually splashing his way out of the cave like a seasoned spelunker, his mind was already going a mile a minute after watching the hologram.

Genessia.

NEVER BEEN HERE BEFORE.

And if he's never been here well... That's a whole new market wide open and screaming for his attention.

GOTTA GET MONEY

GOTTA GET PAID

Out into the sunlight, monocle glinting, smile glimmering, bearing every teal colored fang in his head as one hand idly starts up the video function on his phone.

It's a short, but sweet comment.

""""Sweet"""" as it can be with a smile like that
]

Ladies and gentlemen.

It's pleasure to have stumbled upon your wonderful little pocket dimension, very quaint.

In a short amount of time, I'll be bringing some gifts just for you here, highly useful, marketable, occasionally incendiary, semi automatic and excellently priced gifts.

I look forward to doing business with you.
 
 
Who: Tannusen and/or whoever!
Where: Genessia City - Velvet Lust (Please read that link if you're gonna tag in!)
What: A general Velvet Lust catch-all post for May. Back-tagging in the future, and back-dating now or later are both fine.
Warnings: Will add as/if needed.

🌟 OTAs, and closed threads between people who aren't Tannusen are also welcome!
(Please note it in your subject line, so I don't barge in!)

There are rules! And there are enforcers. Characters (or NPCs!) who step out of line will be removed from the premises.

A. [OPEN - anyone who is ICly an adult, kids simply aren't allowed inside] )

B. [OPEN - anyone ICly under-age, or who just wants to] )

C. [LOCKED - Velvet Lust staffers] )

D. [LOCKED - Private to Dorian Pavus] )
 
 
Current Music: 30 Seconds To Mars - Stranger in a Strange Land
 
 
16 May 2017 @ 12:11 am
You know what? Something ridiculous occurred to me. Not once for all the time I've been here have I made any sort of post on this network on my own. I've had this useful source at my fingertips for over twelve whole months and I've never even considered starting a discussion of my own. It seems even sillier now that I've said it out loud. Typed it out loud? You get the point.

So, for those of you that don't know me, Jefferson's the name and hats are the game. As in I make them. Or I did. Been thinking about starting that up again, actually, so this is the part where this all becomes less one-sided. I'm looking for hat opinions. What's good, what's bad, what you'd use one of three wishes to abolish from history. Enlighten me.

Also. One other thing I've been wondering about. If you've lived here a while, how long? Do we actually know who's been around the longest? Who's the lucky record breaker? I get that this is an isolated question and probably not something people want to talk about and all but it's been on my mind. Curiosity and the cat.

- J.S.
 
 
11 May 2017 @ 08:20 pm
While business is generally good here, there is always room for more work and less idle time. If only to keep my room-mate and sometime partner from getting so bored he bothers the network with nonsense and troubles the city with petty vandalism and ridiculous wastes of his red bills.

Or to stop him from leaping out the window just for kicks.

I can be hired for any job that pays me well enough. What the details are and if it is worth the fee you're offering is completely up to me to decide. You may or may not get the aforementioned red-suited extra in the bargain.

So go ahead. I'm listening. What would you have me do for you?
 
 
08 May 2017 @ 02:54 am
Here's a fun math question!

Bade Bilson suffers from low attention span and periods of severely reduced inhibition.

Bade Bilson also has a very lucrative job at a high paying gigaroo making tons and tons of money for essentially motor boating women and goosing men at a night club.

If Bade Bilson's paycheck is breaking four figures this week, how much of town can Bade Bilson afford to cover in toilet paper before Bade Bilson runs out of money or is caught by resident cranky Fun Police, Sourpuss McNotCool?

Send your answers to P.O Box 404 at Teepee Town, Genessia.
 
 
08 May 2017 @ 04:00 pm
Who: Garrus, Ted & Cad Bane
What: Bounty hunting - Think Tank/Curtix
Where: Nova City
When: Soon after the newspaper is out

Hunting a bounty )
 
 
04 May 2017 @ 12:04 pm
Remember the awards I mentioned, well I have some possible awards.

However I am not choosing who gets put on the nominations, that will be down to you. Please note that Best Guardian and Deputy won't need any because everyone who is a Guardian and Deputy is already automatically on the list.

But I do still need nominations for the following:

Best Dressed Male and Female
Best Cook
Best Dancer
Best Singer
Most Generous
Best Joker
Most Heroic
Cutest Couple
Best Network Poster
Best Newbie
Most Helpful
Best Friend To Have
Most Charming Smile
Most Likely To Kick Your Ass If You Meet Them In A Dark Alley
Most Badassed

We will also have a sort of like worst categories to, which will be as follows:

Worst Dressed
Unluckiest Person
Most Annoying
Most Likely To Get Punched In The Face
Most Likely To Be Forever Single
Most Likely To Accidentally Cause A War

If anyone else has anymore award possibilities they would like to add let me know. But for now have at you with nominations. To note I will be accepting nominations for the next two weeks and nominations will be announced shortly after I close off.

So good luck all~


[It was a couple more hours before Krista even turned on the device again, ruffling her hair slightly as she leaned back against her sofa.]

Alright, I should really come out and ask.... More so with something I saw recently, so I gotta ask peoples honest opinions. [She took a small breath for a moment, looking down at the device.]

What do people honestly think about those who choose every aspect of another persons life? I mean like everything? I'm asking for... personal reasons.
 
 
 
25 April 2017 @ 08:27 am
[The video flickers on, enter one unimpressed but otherwise unphased looking Peter Quill. Bonafide human, blond, with a glint of metal behind his ear.]

Star-Lord here, don't guess we've got any Nova Corps around here, huh? I didn't think so.

[He runs a hand through his hair and smirks. When he finishes, tapping can be heard on the video like he's trying to drum out some old song on a piece of plastic.]

Fair warning to anyone out there, you see big green guy, a green chick who looks like she could kill you, or a small furry guy with a striking resemblance to a Terran raccoon in the right light and a propensity for guns bigger than him, watch your mouth and try not to do anything stupid. But let them know I'm around.

If you see a baby tree walking around though, for fuck's sake let me know and keep an eye on him.

[There's a smile, a little charming, a little smug. His eyes are just a bit less certain but hey - he knows he's got this, and he knows if his people are here they can take care of themselves.]

In the meantime though, anyone know where to get some decent grub around here?
 
 
24 April 2017 @ 10:59 am
Action :: Arrival:Near the Bay

It had come as a surprise when Belle awoke in the strange cave. She'd thought it to be a very creative dream when she realized that pinching herself didn't wake her up and she'd arrived with a book from the castle. Perhaps it was a trick of the castle? She had little information and she was still getting used to magic.

She had listened patently to the message and retrieved a map of the city. It was very helpful but it wasn't the sort of helpful that Belle was looking for. She wished for a way home, if not to the castle then to her father. How far away was she from him now? Worry knotted uncomfortably in her chest but Belle put up a brave front as she stepped from the cave.

She blinked as she took in the strange city that she'd found herself planted in the middle of. It was far more grand than anything she'd seen before. 'Was Paris anything like this?' She wondered to herself. Some things looked like magic while others looked like strange machines. Her father had been a toy maker and while she didn't know how the machines worked, she was able to recognize them for what they were.

She delayed at the entrance of the bay, taking in the sights and forming an opinion of each new detail. Next she'd go searching for the library. For if there were answers, surely they'd be located in the vast realm of books. She could find her home new later and perhaps thank those who were kind enough to provide lodging. Things were confusing enough to have to also worry about finding a place to rest her head.

Belle was dressed in her usual blue cotton dress, her apron tied around her thin waist. Her features were beautiful while her eyes cast an inquisitive stare over the setting. She wasn't planning to accept things as they were but she needed to learn more if she was to find a place to start.


Audio :: Open

[It doesn't take very long for Belle to learn the device. There were details concerning privacy settings that she'd look into later but there is one inquiry that couldn't wait.]

Hello. [She spoke in a sweet voice that carried confidence and strength in it's warm tones.] I don't wish to bother anyone but I've just arrived and I must ask a question of those here.

Has anyone seen my father? I don't believe he's arrived with me but I am hoping that he might have arrived before me. I can't help but worry about him.

Thank you for any help you can offer.

[She removes the phone from her ear and waits for a reply of some sort. She doesn't know who she'd be met with but she hopes that someone has seen her father. She doesn't wish to leave him alone for any longer than she has too.]