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Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: Okay...

...Annie's acquisition post is back up.

Was going to tack up Malakai's, too, but apparently I didn't save the last couple of paragraphs before I shut down yesterday...

((Celeste would say that's just another sign that I'm getting old. ))

...Sooo... off I go to re-write those paragraphs and get back into posting mode.

Posted on 2012-06-28 at 13:48:16.

Topic: Prometheans: Genesis
Subject: Annie – Space Remaining on Disk [13811]: 0/47.5 ZB

March 10, 2014 – 10:14:23 GMT
Calgary, Alberta, Canada

Annie Sorika had, again, found herself with a bit more extra time on her hands than she had anticipated. She had finished her latest manuscript hours ago and, following a final proof read and spellcheck, she had put a nice little wrapper on The Dance of the Faerie Queen and sent it off to her publisher. It was still a bit early and a bit cold to wander outside – no lounging in the hammock or puttering about in the yard, just yet, then – she had ideas for several more books, of course, but needed to step away from that particular creative process for, at least, a little while. Her gaze slipped away from the scene of Calgary that the early morning sun had painted outside her window, and considered the basket of yarn and other knitting supplies, topped with a half-finished doll, that sat on the table across the room…

No, she decided with a faint smile, not that, just now, either… something requiring a little less effort, I think… Something relaxing but not mind-numbingly so.

Annie stifled a yawn, sipped at the cup of tea that was still cooling, cradled between her hands, and, her smile widening a bit, padded towards the smallish bedroom that she used as an office. The computer had powered up before she reached the room and, by the time she entered the room, it had finished its start-up routines, connected to the network, and was humming softly as it awaited Annie’s arrival.

“Good morning,” the red haired woman smiled over the rim of her tea cup in response to the computer’s greeting; its binary language translated to English and French instantaneously as she perceived it in her mind, “Anything interesting today?”

Dozens of browser windows opened, displaying news sites, internet group forums, e-mail accounts, and the like. The windows, really, were unnecessary – the computer could have just dumped the pertinent information directly into her brain – but, unless she was actually inside, she rather preferred the visuals rendered on the monitor. It took her only moments to absorb, process, and store that first dose of data the computer had presented… windows flickered and closed only to be replaced by new ones; e-mails were opened, replied to, and sent off; and posts were made on internet forums under her usernames… all before the novelist had crossed the three meters from doorway to chair. She sipped at her tea, again, as she settled into the chair and, with a glance, dismissed all the open windows that were littering her monitor before she set her cup down next to the unused keyboard.

“So,” she grinned, her turquoise eyes twinkling as the computer’s voice chirped softly in her mind, “nothing too entertaining… Good.

I suppose, then, that taking another look at that strange little node I found a couple of weeks ago might provide some kind of distraction. Webcam, please.”

The computer chirruped its acknowledgement and, at the same time, the tiny red light indicating the webcam’s readiness flickered to life. Annie indulged in another sip of her tea and glanced, first at the webcam’s indicator light, and then at its lens… The computer queried her in binary and Annie answered in kind… she had almost forgotten to set the teacup down, again, and tried to correct that minor oversight as her physical form de-rezzed – the teacup struck the desk top with a faint clink and an errant drop of tea tried to escape over the rim – and Annie disappeared from the little house in Calgary and entered the infinitely more spacious environs of the digital world.

The tea cup would have to clean up after itself.

10:27:5… ~[Time is irrelevant…*]~

~[Let me out of here, you zero-bit sons-of-bi…

Annie still wasn’t sure exactly where the servers that housed this particular node were physically located but, given the amount of time it had taken for her to traverse the distance between her home network in Calgary and the overly-secured jump-point into this curious, virtual structure, it was certainly thousands of miles from any point in Alberta. It was hidden well, secreted away behind layers of firewalls that could only be seen if one was saavy enough to navigate their way through the tangled labyrinth of spoofed IP addresses, misleading URLs, and routers thick with intrusion countermeasures. Behind all of that, past the edges of the known internet, beyond a wide swath of electronic snow, was ‘the Rock.’ Some of her friends from ASTERIX had tipped her off to its existence a few months ago and Annie had visited probably a hundred different times since but, even as she stood here now, on the far side of the digital chasm that separated her from it, she couldn’t help but marvel at the thing. The node itself was visible in its entirety only from here, she knew, and it had become a habit of hers to stand and study the thing for a while before flashing herself any closer.

The structure and complexity of the central node was astounding. The layers of data on the outside of the main construct ¬– the code manipulated to represent a jagged spire of rock, towering high above the electron storms that raged over the eight concentric walls ringing it’s base – was astounding and, given that outward presentation, Annie could only imagine at the cache of information that must be awaiting inside. She tried not to let herself get too curious about that, right now, though… The data would be there as soon as she cracked those walls and getting overly-excited about the prize before outsmarting the traps never worked out for the best. How many of her own heroes or heroines had encountered a major setback (and smooth little plot twist) because of such a failing?... She did allow herself to be curious about the eagle that, today, seemed to be missing from its usual routine of circling the crag, though. There had been only a handful of times that Annie had arrived at the jump point and not found the giant, golden bird soaring in loops, high and low, about the Rock and, on each of those occasions the eagle had reappeared (as if it had soared back into the digital sky from some perch on the far side of the spire) almost as soon as she had taken note of its absence… that nanosecond had passed nearly a thousand times over, now, though, and still no sign of the eagle. After waiting for another moment, Annie shrugged and abandoned the vigil. She wasn’t sure that the eagle was even a part of this node or if it belonged to some other construct and was little more than an intricate courier program, at any rate. Maybe, if she managed to crack all eight doors, this time, and get into the Rock, itself, she’d find out more about the eagle, too.

She gave the Rock one more, long look, then, tore her eyes away and directed them to the small, glowing sphere that hovered beside her. The sphere spun this way and that as she input the code that activated the jump point, each character of the password lighting up on a different vertex of the thing until, when the last character was entered, it spun itself away entirely and, in the flashing of its disappearance, Annie found herself standing before the doorway through the first of the eight walls. Well, ‘door’ may have been a misnomer for this one. Security-wise it was more the equivalent of a tent flap and Annie had no difficulty slipping through, then around the circuit between the first and second walls to find the next door. This one was a little more complex; it looked more like an actual door albeit with a very simple lock… she twisted the tiny button in the middle of the knob, turned the handle, and she was through. The doors and their locks got more complicated as she advanced – a portcullis, here, requiring her to actually reach to the other side of the wall in which it was set to raise it; another that looked like the automatic doors at the supermarket which required the reconnection of its “pressure sensor” in order for it to open – but Annie managed to crack all of the first seven with, what seemed to her, minimal effort. She stood, now, before the eighth and final door – a broad, featureless, heavy looking thing like any number of doors she’d seen in episodes of Star Trek or Star Wars movies, perhaps – and recalled all of her other visits and the failed attempts at opening this final checkpoint… No sense in retrying something you already know won’t work. She was unable to simply hack the small panel that was set into the wall next to the door; waving her hand in front of the dimly glowing red square in the center of that panel seemed to have no effect; holding her hand to the red square produced no results, either; none of the access codes she had tried worked… What was the trick to this one, she wondered, as she studied the door, the panel, the wall, and, finally, the electron storm that raged far above at the top of the wall, obscuring the Rock from her sight. A curious arcing of red light in the storm, followed by the flashing of a brilliant white light just under the apex of that arc, caught Annie’s attention just then and, smiling a little, she shook her head and regarded the door again…

Trek geeks, she laughed to herself, rearranging her own structure to present herself as a Starfleet officer in full uniform. Once the comm-badge resolved on her digital disguise, the panel set into the wall next to the door chirped, its panel flashed from red to green, and the last door shooshed away into the wall.

She was in… and it was as amazing as she had expected. The space inside seemed veritably infinite, stretching away in all directions only to disappear beyond the limits of her vision, and, despite the limitless space, it seemed the inside of the Rock was packed full with data… billions… trillions of files, each represented by a dancing ball of digital flame that bobbed in the air around her…

“Oh, I bet I end up spending the rest of the day here,” Annie smiled as she reached for the file nearest her…

Yes… the rest of the day, at least. Once Annie had absorbed that first file into her own construct, the door behind her whisked shut and, like the rest of the files around her, disappeared.

“Um… oops?” Annie, quickly tried to find and reactivate the door where it had originally been but it was no longer there. She tried to follow the wall around the interior of the construct then but suddenly found that she was unable to move anywhere… Whatever was in that first file she had absorbed was growing… making her grow… and before long, Anielle Sorika, virtually filled the interior of the construct she had just infiltrated. Trapped.

The MARSH - 10:29:15 GMT

“We’ve got her, sir,” the technician said excitedly as he disconnected the portable hard drive from his console and held it aloft for Benton Ashcroft to see.

“Excellent,” Ashcroft nodded, “Have her prepped and downloaded to her cell.”

Posted on 2012-06-28 at 13:46:05.
Edited on 2012-07-27 at 13:38:44 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: Oops!

Looks like the crash, last night, nabbed a game post and several from the QA...

Yay for backups, though, yes? Game posts can be replaced thanks to thumbdrives and Word... Busy at work this morning but will get the missing post(s) onto the game thread before too long.

Posted on 2012-06-28 at 13:22:14.

Topic: Teller of Aryn
Subject: Well, well, well...

...I love the taste of new Innmates in the morning!

Welcome aboard, Aryn! Glad to have you along and looking very forward to reading what you have to share with us.

Terribly sorry, of course, about the little 'crash' that occurred after you joined the first go round but, not to worry, it's not too common a happening. *winks*

Anyhoo, I'm sure that you'll find us a happy, welcoming, and (we like to think) supportive community of lunatics, so, if you have any questions, need somebody to walk the halls with you or whatever, feel free to shoot me (or any of our other innmates) a PM or tack up a post and someone will come running.

Posted on 2012-06-28 at 13:19:43.

Topic: Website Crash!!!
Subject: Heh...

...gotta love it! (Cuz it's either laugh or cry, sometimes, right?)

Could have been worse, I suppose... Three days of posts is better than losing everything a la 'The Great Crash' of 06.

Hooray for composing posts in Word and having backups, I guess.

Posted on 2012-06-28 at 13:13:35.

Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: Well, mort...

...You're in luck. Random roll of the dice has Malakai following Annie.

Posted on 2012-06-22 at 19:18:21.

Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: ...


Posted on 2012-06-22 at 16:05:19.

Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: There's one for Aly...

...random luck of the draw machine says that Annie is next.

Posted on 2012-06-22 at 15:29:09.

Topic: Prometheans: Genesis
Subject: Aly - Shadowed

Monday, March 10, 2014 – 04:55:06 GMT
Nisku Truck Stop; Leduc, Alberta, Canada

She knew better, of course, than to imagine that she was far enough away, yet, to escape his reach… knew better than to think that crossing the parking lot, even in the dark, was a good idea… but she was so hungry, and the smells coming from the truck stop’s restaurant had led her belly to override her brain. Besides, she thought, glancing at the clock on the bus station’s wall, my connection doesn’t leave for another hour and a half, anyway… and if that old lady pulls a mint out of her purse and asks me if I want some candy one more time, I might scream.

That would be bad for everybody,
Alyeria imagined as she tucked her hair under her hoodie and slipped out the door, leaving the relative safety of the small crowd of people behind.

Her blue eyes gave a quick, almost nervous, scan of the pad outside… three busses rumbled idly under a giant, fluttering bank of fluorescent lights; drivers, baggage handlers, and other employees of the bus line, she guessed, flickering like the lights, between the hulks of the Greyhounds… between herself and the restaurant, a long stretch of sporadically lit parking lot creeping with shadows, interspersed only occasionally with a smattering of people; a trucker, here, a small knot of travelers, there, nobody that looked as if they could be her father’s men…

Good, she thought, wandering away from the busses and towards the shadow-strewn parking lot, so far, anyway.

…Aly had become somewhat of an expert at wandering about unnoticed even before she had discovered her powers. Given the nature of her “family business” and her desire to keep herself as far the hell away from it as she possibly could, it had become an almost essential skill for her… the powers had just made it a little easier… and given her a little more, too, that came in handy from time to time…

Probably don’t even need to bother with this, she thought as she melted into a patch of deep shadow between a pair of vending machines, but better safe than sorry, right? The fewer people that see me, the fewer people have to know… anything…

In her shadow-form, Aly slithered up the sides of the machines and crept along in the darkness beneath the eaves of the building against which those machines had been set. She waited along the backside of the building until she was certain that no one would see and launched herself across the nearly sixty foot distance as a swirling mass of darkness and melded silently into the shadows that played along the trailer of the closest rig. And so she moved – a shadow dancing among the shadows, unseen except, by some random cast of moonlight or sudden sweep of headlights, as perhaps a penumbral illusion in the shape of a young woman… inexplicable, perhaps, but quickly and easily discarded as a trick of light and tired, road weary eyes – until she reached a broad swatch of shadow behind Pluto’s Restaurant where she detached herself from the darkness and, with a nervous grin, walked the few remaining feet to the eatery’s door as a ‘normal girl’.

05:50:10 GMT – Nisku Truck Stop; Leduc, Alberta, Canada

An hour or so, and a cheeseburger, fries, and chocolate shake later, Alyeria was feeling a little more comfortable about having made her escape. She hadn’t caught so much as an off glance from anyone in Pluto’s and she’d made it, in the shadows, again, all the way from the restaurant and nearly to the bus station without incident…

Maybe she’d gotten a little too comfortable.

…as she made the leap between the semi-trailer and the eaves of the Greyhound station, the darkness around her was suddenly burned away by the brightest light Alyeria could remember having ever seen.

“S#!t!” She cursed as her shadow-form was stripped away and she tumbled helplessly toward the ground.

She hoped she might pass through a random cast of shadow on her way down and sneak away at best or, at the very least, get off a bolt at these guys before they took her back home to her father… No such luck… Even as she fell she could tell that the light was getting brighter… that there were more of them… that they were all around her and there wasn’t even her own shadow left for her to escape into… “WhOOOooof!!!” The wind was knocked from her lungs and the remains of her fries and shake splattered around her as she hit the pavement…

“Alyeria,” a voice said from somewhere in that hateful stabbing glare that surrounded her, “we’ve been looking for you…”

The last thing she remembered before passing out was thinking that these weren’t her father’s guys… her father’s guys would have called her Aly…

Posted on 2012-06-22 at 15:27:59.

Topic: Wish me luck
Subject: Go get 'em, Mort!

We're all pulling for you.

Posted on 2012-06-22 at 11:45:39.

Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: Updates coming...

...I promise!

Chasing down and reconnecting wires is eye-burning, time consuming work, it seems.

Posted on 2012-06-22 at 01:15:51.

Topic: Prometheans: Genesis
Subject: Daniel - Tethered

Sunday, March 9, 2014 – 22:10:09 GMT
Lower Marine Road, east of Troy, Illinois, USA

Daniel Henson stopped, adjusted the strap of his duffel to sit more comfortably on his shoulder, flicked a glance back the way he’d come, and, then, panned his gaze back towards the way he was headed. No traffic from either direction, he noted, for perhaps the eighth time in the past hour…

Figures, he grumbled inwardly, pulling the hood of his coat over his head and, then, stuffing his hands in his pockets against the chill of the early March air, try to make things easier and it’s never easy.

…He turned his gaze west, again, and gave a bit of a dejected smirk as he opened his mind to the thoughts of the town he’d left behind in the wee hours of the previous morning. It took a minute to filter through the cacophony that greeted him, at first, and find the thoughts of those few among thousands that truly mattered to him. His mother was upset, as he knew she likely would be despite the note he had left her. His step-father, too, had thoughts that indicated that the man was not just surprised but, also, somewhat saddened by the fact that Daniel had left home the way he had. Surprisingly enough, though, there were also glimmers of pride to be found in the man’s thoughts and, though he didn’t really want to, Daniel couldn’t help but let himself slip a little closer and pick out words from those thoughts…

“…sure he’s fine,” his step-father was saying as he wrapped Daniel’s mother up in a comforting embrace, “don’t cry. Daniel’s a smart boy. Too smart for him to have stayed around here forever. He’ll find a place before long and I’m sure he’ll call as soon as he has the chance…”

Too much. Daniel shook himself loose from the thoughts, tried to stuff his hands deeper into his pockets, and forced himself to look eastward again. Should have probably done this sooner. I knew too much before all of this happened… His feet were moving again, taking him north and east along the gently curving line of Lower Marine Road and, hopefully, before long, would lead him to I-70 where the chances of getting a ride would hopefully improve. …Now I know way too much… Can do way too much… His ice-blue eyes lifted from the roadside where it passed beneath the toes of his shoes and found a sign that pointed the way to “Hagler Cemetery” in Pin Oak and found himself wondering if the dead still had thoughts… and would he want to hear them if they did?

Sunday, March 9, 2014 – 22:55:24 GMT
Old Staunton Road, minutes south of I-70: Illinois, USA

It had almost surprised him when the SUV slowed down, pulled off to the side of the road, and sat, waiting for him… it probably shouldn’t have, but it did. He stood, staring, trapped in the red glow of the vehicle’s brake lights for a moment…

Wave this one on, he told himself even though his feet were already moving him toward the awaiting Tahoe, it’s always the SUVs that tip you off to the baddies… in every video game I’ve ever played, anyway… every movie I’ve ever seen…

…and then found himself opening the passenger door…

I’d feel it if there was something wrong, though, wouldn’t I?

… “Hi,” smiled the svelte woman with long, curly red hair who sat behind the wheel, “Need a lift? It’s only going to get colder out.”

Daniel’s eyes skittered over the interior of the vehicle – laptop bag in the back seat behind her, the jacket to match the woman’s skirt tossed almost casually over it… a sheaf of folders, bound together with a thick elastic band, occupied the passenger’s side back seat… discarded Starbuck’s cups littered the floorboards along with ATM receipts, a couple of hair ties, and a pen ¬– and then back to the woman who was smiling, almost too expectantly, at him… Don’t do it. She just some normal lady, nice enough to offer you a ride.… He read her, anyway…

“Poor thing… Looks like he’s been walking for days… gotta be miserable….I wonder if he’s one of those wandering weirdoes that sexually assault women that pick him up?... God, I hope so… Look at him… he’s so cute… he could hijack me all the way to Chicago… but the meeting tomorrow… and Bill… and the girls… Whew.. just a ride… er… lift… just a lift, Victoria…”

…Don’t do it…

“Sure,” Daniel smiled back, trying not to blush, as he climbed into the passenger’s seat and situated his duffle between his feet, “Thanks.” He flinched when the door thunked shut… because he wasn’t entirely sure that he’d been the one that had shut it.

“Where are you headed,” Victoria asked, her ice-blue eyes flickering as they danced away from him to check her mirrors and blind spot before she pulled back onto the road.

East, Daniel wanted to say, some place quiet, not too many people. “North… I guess…” he said, “Chicago? Maybe?”

What? Chicago?!

“Really? Chicago’s a big place… What’s your name?”

Make something up. Don’t use your real name.


Daniel’s consciousness felt as if it rippled. He had an almost nauseating sense that Victoria was somehow driving his thoughts as easily as she was driving the SUV. The feeling subsided, though, as quickly as Victoria’s ice-blue eyes flashed with her smile.

“Hi, Daniel. I’m Marie,” Victoria-who-was-now-Marie cooed, “Chicago, huh? That’s a big place, Daniel. Do you know people there?”

“Uh… no… not really,” Daniel answered, “of course, people are pretty much the same wherever you go, aren’t they? Heh…” He squirmed in his seat a little and turned his eyes away from Marie to watch the landscape roll past… “Just… hoping to find work, I guess… see where it goes from there…”

Marie/Victoria laughed, then, and smiled her brightest smile yet at Daniel. “Now if that isn’t just coincidence, I don’t know what is,” she beamed, “I happen to work for a company that has an office in Chicago and, I’m sure, that office is in need of…”

Daniel’s eyes flicked to the laptop bag, the suit coat, the files, and, finally back to her; “I don’t think I’m exactly the right kind of guy to work in a place like…”

“Oh,” Marie giggled, “you are exactly the ‘kind of guy’ that The Prometheus Group would find a perfect candidate…”

He felt her pushing him, now, and tried to resist… but she was already inside his shield before he could bring it up… and inside his mind before he could manage a blast to dislodge her. Get out of my head, Victoria!!!

“… A young man with your particular set of skills is always most useful to us.”

Very good, Victoria giggled in his mind, You see what I mean, Mr. Henson? You shouldn’t be able to resist a psion of my caliber… let alone try to attack me when your defense fails. Now… give in… give in…”


“Yeah,” Daniel nodded, “Prometheus Group. Sounds good… what do they do?”

Oh… Daniel… They do so very many things… and you’ll be a part of it… you’ll see… Now… Sleep…

((OOC: Okay, there’s a little bit more… got one of these for each of you to finish up… just wanted to put the one that was finished out here, at least… stay tuned…))

Posted on 2012-06-21 at 19:07:46.

Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: Slight delay...

...ran into a crisis with the daughter's car. Will post tomorrow at latest.


P.S. Got the PMs... will reply to those ASAP.

Posted on 2012-06-21 at 01:11:50.
Edited on 2012-06-21 at 01:16:00 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: And...

...starting powers have been added to ALL character sheets on page 1.

More in the game thread a bit later today.

Posted on 2012-06-20 at 15:32:21.

Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: For what it's worth...

...I've had some thoughts of my own as to what each of you might have been doing with your powers between the time they first presented themselves to the time the game starts. This isn't to say that those thoughts are set in stone, of course - I'm perfectly happy letting each of you run with that as you will - just letting you all know that I have had some thoughts in that regard and, if you need any help or a nudge or whatever, I'm only a PM or a post away.

Posted on 2012-06-20 at 14:56:42.

Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: Mine is an evil laugh!!!


Posted on 2012-06-20 at 01:52:51.

Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: *grins*

Glad you all seem to approve, so far... can't wait to see what you all comed up with after the next.

Good catch on the Hulk reference, too... "banner day," "New Mexico," "green thing"... yes... I'm a nerd.

Something for you all to be thinking about whilst you await the next bit... Your powers, of course, first expressed on Dec 20, 2012, so, given the date of the first post, you've all had your powers for just a bit over a year... think about what you've been doing with them, whether or not you've kept them a secret, etc...

So much more on it's way, group! Stay tuned!

Posted on 2012-06-19 at 23:29:16.

Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: Stewart

Okay, gang, first game post is up. Just a little "teaser" bit, really... I've got another, more expansive post in the works that should set you all up quite nicely for your own "openers"... Once that one is tacked on, I'll give you all the go ahead to post like crazy people.

Posted on 2012-06-19 at 20:20:40.

Topic: Prometheans: Genesis
Subject: Prometheans: Genesis

Volume 1, Issue 1: Life in the MARSH

Sunday, March 9, 2014 – 17:41:50 GMT


Benton Ashcroft blinked and turned in his seat but found he was unable to tear his gaze from the view beyond the Gulfstream’s window; something about the way the icy waters of Baffin Bay winked up at him, perhaps, or the glimmering of the late morning light off of the snow that perpetually blanketed Greenland had him transfixed. He blinked, again, still unable to let go of the glittering vista until its hypnotic effect was dispelled by the jet suddenly carving it’s way through a cloud bank. He was relieved to have been released from the spell, of course, but, at the same time, somewhat disheartened that those rare few moments of blissful, mental silence had been interrupted. “Yes,” he couldn’t help but sigh as he finally managed to train his eyes on the young technician who had addressed him, “what is it?”

“We’ve located several more, sir,” the tech answered, gesturing briefly at the bank of monitors that curved around his console.

“Really,” the tinge of dejection that had been evident in Ashcroft’s voice a second ago had, now, been completely overrun by an almost excited tone. He tossed his tablet almost carelessly onto the seat adjacent to his as he got to his feet, and didn’t even bother to straighten his tie as he moved toward the forward part of the cabin; “How many?”

“Eight, sir.”


“Yes, sir.” The technician’s fingers were flitting across the keyboard as Ashcroft came up behind him and gazed upon the monitors…

“Any of them close?”

“A couple, sir,” the tech answered over a clatter of keystrokes that caused the world map dominating one of the monitors to light up in several locations. “Looks like we’ve got two currently in the States…”

An icon flashed over what would be south-western Illinois and another appeared on the Western side of the San Andreas Chasm, right about where Los Angeles would be…

“…Three in the western provinces of Canada…”

Two icons blinked over different locations in Alberta and a third flickered for attention in British Colombia.

“Interesting,” Ashcroft murmured past his widening grin.

“…Two more in the UK,” the younger man continued as the icons hovering over England tried to outblink one another, “and one more in South America.

That one was in Bolivia at last look, sir, but was moving at a fairly good clip towards Paraguay.

All of them are registering A-3 at a minimum.”

“Do we have teams available,” Ashcroft asked, rubbing thoughtfully at his chin as his eyes devoured the map.

“The Chicago office has a team on standby,” the younger man answered, “they could likely acquire the mainland States subject within the next twelve hours. Our California group currently has an operation underway in New Mexico…”

Ashcroft scowled; “That green thing, again?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Call them off and redirect them to L.A.,” Ashcroft ordered, “It would be a banner day if they could lock that New Mexico problem down but I have a feeling the resources would be better spent on the A-3 in California. Easier to acquire, I think.”

“Yes, sir,” the tech nodded, his fingers dancing over the console. “We could have dispatched the Vancouver office to sweep all three of the Canadians,” he continued, “but one of their tethers went rogue on Thursday and…”

There was an impatient nod from Ashcroft; “Send Vancouver after the one in their own backyard. We’ll have Toronto dispatch one of their teams to Alberta.”

“Yes, sir. London’s reporting a tag on one of the subjects in the UK, now, sir, and I’ve just sent the specs on the other one their way.

Unfortunately, we don’t currently have anyone available in South America, but we do have some outside resources we might dispatch to, at least, get eyes on the subject…”

Ashcroft was absolutely beaming, now, and the tech was sure he could hear the man’s hands rasping together as he wrung them anxiously. “Make it happen. Round them up and have them delivered to The MARSH. In the next seventy-two hours, if possible,” Ashcroft commanded, backing towards his seat again but found himself transfixed, again; this time by the glowing, flame-shaped icons that danced on the monitor.

Posted on 2012-06-19 at 20:13:41.

Topic: Warm Weather Working Intermission!
Subject: Well, you know...

...everything I said in PM plus extra *huggles*.

Welcome back, melui!

Posted on 2012-06-19 at 16:40:00.

Topic: Guess who is baaaack
Subject: Wooooooot!

Welcome back, K!

You've been missed.

Posted on 2012-06-19 at 16:38:43.

Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: Prologue is finished!!!

First game post is, now, in the works. If I don't manage to post it up before the end of the work day, I should have it out there by tonight, anyway. *grins*

Aaaand, I'll update the remaining character sheets with powers sometime between now and then, as well.

We are so almost there!!!

I'm all a-tingle, even!

Posted on 2012-06-19 at 16:20:13.

Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: Hehehe...

...Oh, I think Mort's excited enough... likely just a bit 'nervous' about his first PbP game, am I right?

No worries, Mort... it's pretty simple really... If it helps, think of PbP gaming more as "collaborative story-telling." I have no doubt you'll pick up on it just fine and, of course, I'm sure this crew will be more than happy to help you "learn the ropes" so to speak. If you have questions as we go, feel free to ask.

Posted on 2012-06-19 at 13:54:22.

Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: Like I said...

...Eol is in everybody's mind... *winks*

Also, game thread goes up, today/tonight... Everyone ready(ish)?

Posted on 2012-06-19 at 11:26:15.
Edited on 2012-06-19 at 11:28:59 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: Update!

Check the first post of this thread for another installment of our "Prologue," folks... Just a little bit more to go before that bit is finished and I can focus on the 'in game goodness'... Figured I'd go ahead and post what I had, so far, though, just to keep you all occupied and not too overly bored.

Still hoping to have that game thread up and running by tonight or tomorrow morning, though.

Posted on 2012-06-18 at 19:19:36.

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