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Author Topic: (SG) Clickbait Steampunk, Let's all Celebrate Asbergers  (Read 1747 times)

Solifuge

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Re: (SG) Clickbait Steampunk, name pending
« Reply #15 on: December 31, 2016, 09:23:55 am »

PTW. Looking forward to this New Games Renaissance of which you speak!
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Re: (SG) Clickbait Steampunk, name pending
« Reply #16 on: December 31, 2016, 09:23:42 pm »

You lock eyes with the madam for a moment and consider telling her that no, you haven’t done anything illegal and she should at least let you explain to her why she is in the wrong, but prolonged eye contact makes you uncomfortable, and putting your tail behind your legs and running seems like the easiest decision. As you run, you can hear her calling over a civil servant just as you turn around a corner.

Quickly you spot a bench and sit down. (18 – 2 (socially inept) – 1 (ungroomed) = 15) Indeed, no constable, baker or malicious rival could ever outsmart you. You tear out a page from the paper and wrap your bread in it, then you knock a roof tile out of place. You then cross your legs, and take up the most comfortable reading position you can. As you skim over the front page, which thankfully doesn’t mention Duvane, the constable comes around the corner. As he looks around, and suspiciously eyes you, you decide to take preventing action.

“What’s the trouble, constable?”

“Some homeless vagrant caused a ruckus at Ms. Henricks bakery”, he says, eying your ungroomed state.

“I saw just such a character, unsavoury type, clutching a piece of bread. He scaled the wall, almost kicked me in the face, he did.”

He stares at the fairly low wall in front of him, and gives a menacing smile. “So, he thought he could escape civil servant Eskil Thompson! Well he thought wrong!” As the patrolman grunts behind you, wildly kicking with his legs a bit too close to your own person, you decide to take up the reading again.

There are many things happening today, though most of them fairly mundane.
Spoiler: Newspaper (click to show/hide)

As you finish up the last piece of bread and glance over the last page of the newspaper, the one you hid the bread in, you glance over a name which makes your blood boil: Leonora has made it into the newspaper again! The ridiculously named “Leonora Duvane Breaks New Grounds – the Future of Electricity is Here” mentions how Duvane managed to lead an electric current through two elven crystals. Leading an electric current! TWO crystals! Try bridging realities with ONE crystal (technically six, but that is semantics).

You jump up from the bench, ready to march off to the university to tell her and her attendants exactly what you think of her ‘achievement’ when you notice that the sun is starting to set. The realisation calms you down, and you turn to go home, putting up the confrontation to some other time. On the way, you buy some onions, carrots and black beans for a couple of farthings. You consider buying a net of apples too, but when a close by stand of meat pies start to whisper you decide it is time to move on.

When eating the makeshift supper, you realize, you’ve got a bridge between realities open! In your cellar! Right now, the armies of an unknown empire could be annexing your cellar, or worse, stealing your ideas! You rush out through the hall and down the stairs, only to find (Roll = ?) a fur covered man, examining an empty glass vial. The man… creature… thing is certainly some kind of rodent, with black eyes and large jutting teeth, but with human hands and legs. The creature looks at you, drops the vial, and flees through the portal. You are left in your basement, wondering what to do next. You should certainly sleep, but what should you do with the portal. You could close it, but re-opening it would require some amount of resources, a bushel of coal for the steam engine, at least. You should also decide what to do tomorrow.

You should also decide on the reading materials for tonight, as you are a vivid reader, and cannot sleep if you don’t read or sketch on new ideas:
- A heap of correspondace, mostly from your family
- Sketches of your invention

Spoiler: Edgar Charleson (click to show/hide)
« Last Edit: December 31, 2016, 09:56:09 pm by GuyOverThere »
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heydude6

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Re: (SG) Clickbait Steampunk, Encounters of the third kind
« Reply #17 on: January 02, 2017, 02:04:09 am »

Close the portal, if one creature has already made it through, there is no doubt that more will come soon

Read a heap of correspondence
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Lets use the ancient naval art of training war parrots. No one will realize they have been boarded by space war parrots until it is to late!
You can fake being able to run on water. You can't fake looking cool when you break your foot on a door and hit your head on the floor.

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« Reply #18 on: January 02, 2017, 08:37:30 am »

Close the portal, if one creature has already made it through, there is no doubt that more will come soon

Read a heap of correspondence
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« Reply #19 on: January 02, 2017, 09:56:32 am »

Close the portal, if one creature has already made it through, there is no doubt that more will come soon

Read a heap of correspondence
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« Reply #20 on: January 02, 2017, 03:02:45 pm »

It'd be a good test to see if it'll stay open, though I'm loathe to leave it unguarded.. Maybe call one of our companions to see if they'd be willing to watch it tonight?

No preference on the reading.
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« Reply #21 on: January 03, 2017, 12:58:47 am »

It'd be a good test to see if it'll stay open, though I'm loathe to leave it unguarded.. Maybe call one of our companions to see if they'd be willing to watch it tonight?

No preference on the reading.

Change my suggestion to a +1 to this
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Lets use the ancient naval art of training war parrots. No one will realize they have been boarded by space war parrots until it is to late!
You can fake being able to run on water. You can't fake looking cool when you break your foot on a door and hit your head on the floor.

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Re: (SG) Clickbait Steampunk, Let's all Celebrate Asbergers
« Reply #22 on: January 03, 2017, 06:48:58 pm »

I'm liking the suggestions. It is a tie, but I'll go with the later one, as it's an opportunity to introduce your companions better.



As you stare at the whirling portal, with a little less excitement than last time, you can feel the fatigue taking its toll. You don’t have the energy to watch it for tonight, and even if you did you’d have to sleep sometime. Never the less, this is an excellent opportunity to check the cost of upkeep and stability of the portal- And though it pains, you cannot do so alone. You leave your home to go off and find someone who can keep watch for the night. It is a little late to find Tom, not having a home and all makes him hard to find on demand, and even if you would find him he wouldn’t necessarily be inclined to help. He’s his own thing, and he does whatever he wants to do. Alfons, however, would be very willing to help, even if he’d prefer not to leave his apartment in daylight.



You never knew your aunt as anyone proper. According to your father she was a well-respected member of high society, once, but the death of your uncle, and the rumours that followed, pushed her away from the public. Alfons was always her voice of reason in those times, someone who didn’t compromise manners or appearances. As such he would no doubt object to being summoned without proper appointment. But it is a special occasion. You knock as hard as you can on his door, and he appears after a minute.

“Edgar, what a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe the honour?”

You decide, out of urgency and respect for Alfons, not to beat around the bush, and tell him exactly what you want him to do.

“I need you to watch the rodents in my basement.”

“What rodents?” he asks, with patience and calm worthy of a saint.

“The ones that scoured my lab. I need to sleep and suspect they will be back tonight.”

It takes a couple of seconds for Alfons to respond, and when he does it is with a sudden tiredness. “I would of course be willing to help you, but my abilities would not match those of any trap, I’m afraid. If you hurry to the market you can surely find one before they close for the day.”

You stare at him for a moment, trying to figure out what he’s trying to say. “Oh, these are not Rattus rattus, these are… Rattus charlsum, I suppose. Or perhaps Homo charlsum… it really doesn’t matter, could you please watch them for me? I need to sleep.

This time it is Alfons who can’t quite understand what you’re saying. He stares at you with a puzzled expression. “Just what kind of rodents are these?”

“Humanoid ones! Rats with arms and legs!” You exclaim, finally feeling that you’re getting somewhere. “So if we could just-“

You feel a sudden tug as Alfons drags you inside the apartment, leaving you disoriented as he closes the door. “How did you manage to stir up werecreatures? How many are there? Where are they now? And what is it they want?”

You feel slightly tired of always getting misunderstood. You make the next few sentences as simple and unambiguous you can. “They are not werecreatures, they are mammals developed independently from earth, which has found that a humanoid shape with rodent features was the most beneficial configuration for them in whatever environment it is they are present in.”

To this you are met with silence.

“Also, I’ve finished my invention.”

“Edgar! That is great news!”

“Yeah, yeah. Great great. Can we please leave?”

“Are these… rats dangerous?”

“As dangerous as you and me, I suppose.”

Alfons winces at your answer. “Then let me get some stuff.”



Arriving at the basement there seems to be no sign of any creature. Alfons gives a comment about the portal, which you don’t pay attention to. You need to go bed. Alfons puts on a kettle of tea, which you decline an account of it being to late (it can’t be later than eight o’clock, but you need to recoup some sleep). Grabbing a pile of letters you wave Alfons off, then retreat to your apartment on the floor above. It’s been a long day, and as you catch up with family matters you can feel the fatigue setting in; the words of the many letters floating together.

Spoiler: Letters (click to show/hide)

The letters finally push you over the edge, and you fall asleep covered in piles of paper.



You are woken in a daze by Alfons, who looks tired but calm. After formally apologizing for waking you up and greeting you on this fine morning, he gives of the report regarding the portal.

“Nothing emerged from the portal tonight, but I heard sounds. Specifically chitters, and a lot of branches being dragged around. And I’m still not exactly sure what that thing is.” he says, to which you

-Thank him for sitting here tonight, and tell him that he should probably go home and get some sleep.
-Thank him for sitting here tonight and ask if he could stay for just a few more hours.
-Something else

After that you take stock of how much ionization liquid the portal has used up. The portal does require energy to function, given to it through the large titanium frame. After some basic arithmetic you conclude that 0.3 tankards of ionization liquid was used. To put that into comparison you get approximately 1 tankard for every bushel of coal spent to produce it. That leaves you with 0.7 tankards left.

After this short experiment you stretch your back, and grab a cup of cold but delicious tea. You consider writing a couple of letters, specifically
-Tom, though he has no address you could probably go up to the rooftop and bribe an urchin to convey a message. Though they could possibly pocket the change for themselves, and even if he does get it it’s not certain he would show up.
-An apologizing letter to your landlady, Madam Finkle, with the appropriate sum of rent.
-Someone else

 Finally you should decide on what you should do today. You could
-Go through notes of the invention and taking stock of your possessions and financial situation
-Go to the library and look for books on [ENTER SUBJECT]
-Finally go tell Duvane what you think of her and her long, golden hair amateurish achivements
-Go explore the portal I mean what are you even waiting for you’ve waited three years this is your dream it isn't even an option
-Something else

Spoiler: Edgar Charleson (click to show/hide)
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« Reply #23 on: January 10, 2017, 02:32:33 pm »

Apologies for the delay in replying; I'll suggest as follows:
Alfons -Thank him for sitting here tonight, and tell him that he should probably go home and get some sleep.
Letters: Both -Tom, though he has no address you could probably go up to the rooftop and bribe an urchin to convey a message. Though they could possibly pocket the change for themselves, and even if he does get it it’s not certain he would show up.
and -An apologizing letter to your landlady, Madam Finkle, with the appropriate sum of rent.
Action - Go through notes of the invention and taking stock of your possessions and financial situation (until Tom shows up, at least.)
Also, - Shave and clean self up a bit.
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I would ask why fire can burn two men to death without getting hot enough to burn a book, but then I read "INEXTINGUISHABLE RUNNING KAMIKAZE RADIOACTIVE FLAMING ZOMBIE" and realized that logic, reason, and physics are all occupied with crying in the corner right now.
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