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redshiftlogs2020-09-19 10:51 am
numerouno) wrote in redshiftlogs2020-09-19 10:51 am
Play what you know and then play above that.
Who: Scaramouche (OTA)
What: Scaramouchemakes a bad decision prepares to go on an ill-advised solo trip to the city on the horizon.
When: Backdated to mid-August. Close to dawn, set a few days after the Spider Battle/the Daisy Darling's departure.
Where: Garage
Warnings: None so far, will add them to subject lines if anything pops up.
Note: Prose or brackets is fine! Will match format.
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[It's about to be a brand new day and somebody is up bright and early to seize it. The distant clatter of activity stirs the silence of the uppermost corridors of Anchor from the garage. Tools clanging against each other as a toolbox is rifled through, a vehicle door closing, the lively click-click of a set of heels.
And there's singing.
It's a voice every resident in Anchor has probably heard at least once in passing before now; it belongs to none other than the tall, dark and grinning bot who's patrolled this colony's halls night and day for almost a year. He doesn't rest too often, only swinging by the bar now and then when he wants to take a load off, and he never sleeps.
That's right, babe. Another two weeks will bring the length of his stay here to one year. And what has he got to show for it, huh?
Nothing.
How do you think he became Aku's number one assassin? Not by sitting on his hands! But he didn't rise up to the top by lacking good sense, either. He could be reasonable! He'd listened to all the warnings and taken note of them; he'd been patient while the scientists set out to do what they claimed they had to. But what happened in the months after that--one delay then another, SINI pulling a fast one on them which set them back further--and then the tipping point, the kicker of having to watch that ship leave without him. What should have been his ticket off this rock and he wasn't on it.
Let's just say his patience has run out.]
Deedee dip bedeep bedoop bahdah oh! ♪
Hmm, what's next?
What: Scaramouche
When: Backdated to mid-August. Close to dawn, set a few days after the Spider Battle/the Daisy Darling's departure.
Where: Garage
Warnings: None so far, will add them to subject lines if anything pops up.
Note: Prose or brackets is fine! Will match format.
[It's about to be a brand new day and somebody is up bright and early to seize it. The distant clatter of activity stirs the silence of the uppermost corridors of Anchor from the garage. Tools clanging against each other as a toolbox is rifled through, a vehicle door closing, the lively click-click of a set of heels.
And there's singing.
It's a voice every resident in Anchor has probably heard at least once in passing before now; it belongs to none other than the tall, dark and grinning bot who's patrolled this colony's halls night and day for almost a year. He doesn't rest too often, only swinging by the bar now and then when he wants to take a load off, and he never sleeps.
That's right, babe. Another two weeks will bring the length of his stay here to one year. And what has he got to show for it, huh?
Nothing.
How do you think he became Aku's number one assassin? Not by sitting on his hands! But he didn't rise up to the top by lacking good sense, either. He could be reasonable! He'd listened to all the warnings and taken note of them; he'd been patient while the scientists set out to do what they claimed they had to. But what happened in the months after that--one delay then another, SINI pulling a fast one on them which set them back further--and then the tipping point, the kicker of having to watch that ship leave without him. What should have been his ticket off this rock and he wasn't on it.
Let's just say his patience has run out.]
Deedee dip bedeep bedoop bahdah oh! ♪
Hmm, what's next?