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It's midday in Catatonia. You're finally clocked out and ready to return to your modest apartment where a nice plate of leftovers and internet-binging night await you. That is, once you get on the dreaded form of mass transportation that is CART (Catatonia Area Rapid Transit). Just where are you headed again anyway?

End of RED LINE
Stop: Westmoreland

End of BLUE LINE
Stop: Beggar's End

End of GREEN LINE
Stop: The Projects


For info on the setting/world, click here!

[Superdorf]

The Projects

[King Zultan]

We live in The Projects because we're poor.

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The GREEN LINE. The one the homeless like to "patronize"--and by patronize you mean "take the 'G' ride"--and by that they mean "I'm riding free; shut up". Most often than not they leave you alone, but every so often you'll get a panhandler or one bugging you for a smoke. It gets old very quickly. Then again, it could be worse. You could live in Leaveside. You shudder at the thought.

You notice something strange, as if right on cue. An elf standing a few feet away from you with a large pot, pounding some white paste with his hands repeatedly. Seems to be grumbling about something, but no telling what. A few feet away from him are two Lunarians, their large ears and cotton tails wiggling with curiosity.

> Ask the elf what he's doing. He looks like an idiot.
> Ask the elf what he's doing. He isn't fixing to get on the bus with that pot.
> Ask the Lunarians what he's doing. They're smart...sometimes?
> Ignore him.
> Do something else (write in).

[MeimieFan88]

Surprise hug the elf from behind!

[Superdorf]

Surprise hug the elf from behind!

This... is not the direction I would've gone. But hey, why not.

Yell "Rodriguez! My buddy! Where've you been all these years?". Then hug him.

[birdy51]

You know what? Why not! Let's know this dude! It's Rodriguez! Or, at least someone who likes like Rodriguez...

[WyrdByrd]

Surprise hug the elf from behind!

This... is not the direction I would've gone. But hey, why not.

Yell "Rodriguez! My buddy! Where've you been all these years?". Then hug him.

+1, but be prepared to pull back, fight, and or/ surrender our money, in case it's not Rodriguez.  As we've learned from  that run in with the Reefers, cases of mistaken identity are rarely appreciated.

[King Zultan]

Surprise hug the elf from behind!

This... is not the direction I would've gone. But hey, why not.

Yell "Rodriguez! My buddy! Where've you been all these years?". Then hug him.

+1, but be prepared to pull back, fight, and or/ surrender our money, in case it's not Rodriguez.  As we've learned from  that run in with the Reefers, cases of mistaken identity are rarely appreciated.

+1

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The World

Spoiler: The Country (click to show/hide)

This SG takes place in a nation known as Landburn (the official name being the Holy Kingdom of Landburn). It was formed 50 years before the Event from a small group of duchies that operated under a confederacy. Its namesake comes from the mostly desert climate that resulted from whatever wars took place during the Event. It's theorized that nuclear weapons were used, scorching the very earth that Landburn claims as its sovereign territory. Landburn is more like a feudal confederacy made up of five major regions: Maplecairn, Mightkeep, Oceanmore, Arrowhold, and Catatonia.

Spoiler: The City (click to show/hide)

Catatonia is more like a metroplex (similar to say, DFW) in that it is made up of 17 suburbs and regions (called Burroughs). Catatonia is the most "modern" and has made significant progress rebuilding after the Event, but suffers from a slew of issues that a modern city would have: homelessness, poverty, and crime. This is the specific city in which the SG takes place, and where the mass transit system known as CART is headquartered out of.

1) The Projects - Despite the name and the connotation that couples with it, the Projects aren't, in fact, a poor area. At least in the usual sense of the word. The Projects are a converted series of tunnels that were once mining cities for dwarves in Catatonia during the Greater Catatonia Gold Rush 50 years ago. Since the gold dried up and the Dwarves began surfacing and leaving their sub-terran lives behind, the Projects became just that--a literal urban experiment to see if the nation could bring appeal to sub-urban (pun intended) real estate. Most of the suspicion and fear that comes from mentioning the Projects is not that it's poor and that less-than-savoury characters live there -- Dwarves of all people are hardy enough to stand it -- but the fact that a mythical city is said to live deep underground. This city is said to be unnamed and populated entirely by Elves, with different depths that separate citizens according to class. The most numerous class is the Lamplit, Elves who live just below middle-class/above the crushing poverty/third-world line.
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Surprise hug the elf from behind!

This... is not the direction I would've gone. But hey, why not.

Yell "Rodriguez! My buddy! Where've you been all these years?". Then hug him.

+1, but be prepared to pull back, fight, and or/ surrender our money, in case it's not Rodriguez.  As we've learned from  that run in with the Reefers, cases of mistaken identity are rarely appreciated.

+1

((You know what? I'll rock with this!))

"Rodriguez!" you yell at the top of your lungs. "My buddy! Where have you been all these years?!" Right as you finish, you bull rush the Elf for a hug. He only has a few moments to stare in complete confusion as you embrace him tightly, lifting him a few inches off the ground.

"What the--hey!" He struggles, but to no avail. He's too weak to fight back. That is until he (somehow) nimbly produces a knife from somewhere on his person and gives you a small poke in your wrist, causing you to yelp and drop him. "You got a death wish or something? If I had spilled my cauldron of lullaby I'd have whooped your ass!"

"Lullaby?" asks one of the Lunarians. "You mean that no-dream drug from the Projects? Isn't that stuff illegal?"
"Yes. Very." the other Lunarian replies. "Especially in the city of Catatonia. Why were you mixing lullaby--especially with the intent to board a bus with that big old pot?" Lunarians always were too inquisitive for their own good. This causes the Elf--who is clearly not Rodriguez--to start behaving oddly. His eyes grow wide and dart this way and that before settling on you.

"You", he spits. "Now look! I got these nosy-ass rabbits up my ass! You--you must wanna steal my lullaby! You with the Ricers? Hey--I'm a Stargazer. That means I gotta shave you." Before you muster a reply, his knife begins to glow a faint blue color. He slowly steps towards you brandishing it with the same unhinged look in his eyes. "Hold still, fool. I'm cuttin' you for trying to steal from me!"

>"Ricers? What's that? Hey, I don't know nothin' about that!"
>"Trying to steal? What are you talking about? I thought you were someone else--my bad!"
>"Back the hell up!"
>Do something else (write in).

>Also, vote on a bonus . . . (combat, charisma, intelligence, dexterity)

Spoiler: CATATONIAN LORE: The Projects (click to show/hide)

Despite the name and the connotation that couples with it, the Projects aren't, in fact, a poor area. At least in the usual sense of the word. The Projects are a converted series of tunnels that were once mining cities for dwarves in Catatonia during the Greater Catatonia Gold Rush 50 years ago. Since the gold dried up and the Dwarves began surfacing and leaving their sub-terran lives behind, the Projects became just that--a literal urban experiment to see if the nation could bring appeal to sub-urban (pun intended) real estate. Most of the suspicion and fear that comes from mentioning the Projects is not that it's poor and that less-than-savoury characters live there -- Dwarves of all people are hardy enough to stand it -- but the fact that a mythical city is said to live deep underground. This city is said to be unnamed and populated entirely by Elves, with different depths that separate citizens according to class. The most numerous class is the Lamplit, Elves who live just below middle-class/above the crushing poverty/third-world line.

[Superdorf]

Back away from not-Rodriguez, into the bus. "Oh, Rodriguez has a blue nose. Terribly sorry sir, thought you were an old friend of mine..."

Do we have any weapons?

Also, dexterity. Not getting hit by stuff is a good thing.

[MeimieFan88]

Aaahh!.. uhm.... *shrug*

Poor Rodriguez must have a case of amnesia from all those drugs he used to do (and apparently still does)!

Try to calm him down and explain that he has amnesia. Ask him if he remembers anything from the past, like ol' Tommy Sue and the Altitude Club. Be on the ready to make a run for it, people with amnesia can be really dangerous. Especially if it's Rodriguez. But if it is, we have to find a way to help him remember himself.

I vote dexterity. Seems we may need it!

[Superdorf]

This causes the Elf--who is clearly not Rodriguez--to start behaving oddly.

Whoever this elf is, we seem pretty certain he ain't Rodriguez. Calling him an amnesiac'll probably just make him madder.

Do we know anything about this Lullaby stuff?

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@Superdorf
"Do we have any weapons?"
- Not yet, no. You can get some though. How? Well, you'll have to experiment with the world I've built.

"Do we know anything about this lullaby stuff?"
- IC, you only know it's a drug produced and (primarily) consumed in the Projects. Some say it's produced in those mythical Elven tunnels, but you were never stupid/ballsy enough to confirm this. I mean, why would you travel to depths without darkvision or magical knowledge?