DreamsnThings

ah, is there any particular guidelines for characters? also i shall post a bid as an imposter cat to get some motion! fair warning this imposter cat is not an actual bidder, since i dont particularly want to bid... actually tell me if i should post a brief, invalid bid just to get things going, IE a cat bidding a fish instead of credits just to keep things going

ah, I saw WNS's new post for this and was hoping to hop in and make a character to get auctioned off... but its sounding like theres uh... a surplus as far as that goes.. :< since theres not much traction as is... which is a shame, this feels like a really fun concept..

Already did before the deactivation scare, the was even talk about trying to make it more then just a setting within the club but we put a pin in that for several reasons

Ah, i just realized the thingy with the owner ended up okie dokie, and now im realizing i need to actually design my character still x.x Why is there only 24 hours in a daaayyy xwx ill try and throw my casino hostess together in the next day or two

yeeep kinda... not sure whats happening now... was talking to her about some ideas and now... here we are

Everything was blurred Everything was fuzzy Everything felt like it was wrong then something jabbed into her goddamn neck, burning into her veins as she snapped back to reality for a moment, ready to shoot whatever corpo fuck decided to stab her before whatever poison kicked in. as she went to swing around and attack the fucker she froze like she saw a ghost, her head was a little jumbly but she was sure mercy had died back in the trash compacter. her pupils dialating as she blinked, feeling concussed as everything was muted and distorted, she was looking for kara, she could have sworn they were just talking with grim gallows humor about how they were bleeding out with a dead doctor a few rooms back. but the details were blurry and off. was that a delusion? was this another one? what the hell ha- well she was still getting her bearings she was yanked forward by the good doctor as she faceplants against the top of the elevator, having not been prepared for that in the slightest "what in my wanted ass's seven hells bells is going on here exactly mercy?"

daw<3 this is sweet, ima take a peak at what you two have been up to, it seems like a fun read~

i see things have been busy here >.> I love it<3

One thing after the other was going wrong, after Camilla dived down after the doctor her footing was lost for a brief moment as she tumbled into the trash compactor doc was stuck in. Launching to her feet mid roll she tried to get a read on the situation... only for the ear splitting explosion of a shotgun rang out as stealth was now completely off the table. "Fuck it we are going loud boys and girls!" With a flick of her left arm the plates of her inner wrist snapped back as a fire arm snapped to her hand from within her mechanical arm, with a rushed bit of aiming she took two quick shots at whatever was in the bag. One approximately at the throat, the other about level with where she expected the heart to be. The two pops of her gun where muted, not as loud as expected but certainly not silenced, it was fair to think she tried to silence it as best she could without compromising the firepower

the chameleon paused for a beat, a bio weapon this time? she had seen tools of war countless times, everything from revolutionary fire arms, viruses that could brick entire cities power grid in seconds, vehicles that could cover miles in moments well making less noise then a dragonfly... but a Bio weapon was a bit interesting. she almost felt a pang of delight at seeing something new for a moment, that moment passed quickly as a loud ear splitting clang came from mere feet in front of her as their paramedic seemed to have a para-left-feet as he made a bit of a racket ahead. and there was a god damn green glow further up. it was almost expected when she heard the god damn Suits below ask if someone was working in the vents. It didn't take a netrunner to realize this was quickly going south. normally this is where she would consider skipping out, letting the others get caught, well she finished up the mission. but it was too god damn early to even consider. there had to be some- ~CRASH~ with a deep, quiet breath she looked over to where the cacophony of noise came from, realizing there was a momentary spitup where the medic decided to split off... annnnd fall down a ducts shaft. God fucking damnit with a speed that some might think unrealistic for the absolute lack of noise, Camilla launched herself down to join their misplaced medic

for some this would be a heart pounding adventure, filled with action, suspense, and drama. for Camilla? this was Tuesday, a fairly busy Tuesday, but still a Tuesday so with a quiet little flourish the chameleon was in the the ducts behind the others, taking a moment before moving on to realign the vent grate cover up any signs of their entry, and taking a beat to realign her mods as well with the grey metalic hues inside the duct, taking up the rear to mask the others further up in the off chance any of the guards peak in through this end of the duct. and once the others had made their way she went about catching back up. supporting herself on just her finger tips and the padding on her calves the chameleon soundlessly makes her way forward. catching up in no time, the others might not have even noticed she stepped away to cover the rear for a moment. locking eyes with kara as she looked back. giving her a quick nod despite mostly being hidden in the shade of the vents. but she held up a hand, catching some of the voices nearby. wanting to get a better read on where exactly everyone was she put her ear close to the vent underneath them.

Camilla glanced over the city, it was a nice sight but far from anything new or particularly captivating. The AV could park on a dime and it was hardly any time before she had the aircraft nestled discretely atop the building tucked more or less out of sight... or as out of sight as it can be atop an open air roof. regardless she was doing her best to make due, her mods quickly adapting to the colors of the concrete and paint, adjusted to match as close as possible with shadows taken into account. well on the AV she had assured Mr. mercy that she did not have any particular allergies or the like of note.. and as she slowly worked her way towards the roof access she glanced back at them.. it wasn't half bad to have someone be concerned, not that it was really worth jack in this line of work. her skin, hair, and eyes where slate grey as she worked her way further and further in... as the author of this post ran out of imagination to figure out the actual layout or look of the area around her..

Camilla paused for a few long moment as she looked kara eyeing her own mods, namely the brightly colored hair atop her head, before letting out a little click of her tongue and deciding to elaborate a little on the girls question "well the long and short of it boils down to a mixture of three mods, one of which im assuming your familiar with on acount of your hair... past that some comon mods for altering hair and eye color, with a little bit of military grade modifications... or so some pirate tech snob assured me atleast was military grade, you end up with an appearance you can fuck with fairly freely if you know how to make it work.... anyways.." The chameleon turned her attention back to btb's statement, nodding along to his assessment before cutting in "to be clear my plan was assuming a reasonable amount of prep time, resources outside of just us 3, and the leeway to attack at an ideal time. My plan was less of a plan and more of a conversation starter of options to look at or consider. Im the brawn not the brain after all, usually my default is infiltration followed by copious amounts of violence if and when that fails" with a quick flick of her wrist the chameleon caught the keys as her mods shudder across her body, quickly switching to a blond haired blue eyed girl, even tweaking her complexion to give the appearance of light makeup and scarlet red lipstick as she quickly switched up her hairstyle to a loose ponytail. Without batting an eye she started walking for the back where the vehicle was, answering docs questions haphazardly as she went "we have very little time for planning so if you have a better one im all ears. Better to assume heavy guards then a little for this kind of situation, ill be happy to do an infiltration route but i was under the impression we were meant to get the flower well it was in transit. As for Hacking and the like... closest skill i have in that regard is demolition, but i have training with several vehicles, and some tracking experience... but ultimately when im hired its for infiltration and combat purposes. The drop off point is certainly an important bit of info. As far as allergies go i have non so severe that im concerned enough to share with someone i just met... any other questions?" With that she opened the door to the next room, which hopefully had the car, before she turned back to look at the rest of the group and simply asked with a little laugh "so who's ready to commit grand theft flora?"

The chameleon was in character, right now she was not a little islander wide eyed at the world, not a pirate who took what she wanted damn the consequences, or even an agent trying to gauge her clients credibility and the jobs safety. In mind and body for better or worse she was a slutty little bar bitch being guided by a man to the back rooms. With a little bite of her lower lip and begging sultry eyes that hid her trademark camo lenses she slipped her hand into his far back pocket as she pressed her body against his, letting her breast press into his side. She was momentarily tempted to grope at his crotch to sell the act further and lick at his neck, whispering sweet teasing words in his ear... then she collected herself, he was the client, not the target, she didn't need to make this disguise quite that convincing. Without missing a beat as they dipped into a more secluded room Camilla seperated herself from BTB, pulling her hand fre from his pocket and taking a few steps to the side as the colors of her everything drained away, her hair loosing its varied colors and taking a dark midnight black hue, skin shifting from her cherry red skin faded to pink then to white, before the rich earthy browns of rich carmel skin settled in. Her golden eyes quickly loosing there sheen before different portions took different shades of green in the faint mesmerizing patern of camouflage. Listening to the story and the job she considered it for a moment... Listening to this jobs coworker... she introduced herself as... kara right? Ask a few solid questions that helped narrow things down, she allready had a basic plan "...under the assumption they are transporting with light security this should be fairly straightforward, we can set up an accident to happen in front of the transport to block them in. Spread a fake report that the enemy corp they are at war with is approaching to attack from the back to drag away some of the guards well the rest of them try and clear the blockage to get the vehicle through we get off a surprise attack on those who stayed behind and kill or incapacitate them. Pin the entire event on the enemy corporation by stealing additional files or data we personally dont need but would be useful as a competitor. Destroy the vehicle and get out before things go south. And end the day with a strong glass of whisky funded by a nice payout" she paused, before tacking on with a shrug "least thats what i would do with the information in mind"

I think i want to make a different character here if i were to do anything, not only is any momentum with sasha long dead, but honestly im not super fond of her backstory and character at this point... i went a little too dark with that... which i had done a lot at that point in time

As BTB was nursing his whisky, before kara took up her spot at the bar and victor flung open the door, someone had been watching him, keeping an eye discreetly. How? what better way to hide as a professional then to look like you never worked a day in your life. Dressed in tight form fitting jean shorts that covered little more then the thong she had on underneath, matched with a ratty loose fitting tank top that had some band or the other from the nets logo emblazened on the front. All this was paired with her mods working overtime to mask her natural skin, hair, and eyes. Rather then the carmal brown skin that both her natural and preferred color she was wearing an ostentatious bright red skin tone, a mix of cyan and silver hair that came down to her shoulders with haphazard pigtails thrown together to make her look even less professional then her natural black that was hidden under the mods. And bright golden eyes that almost glowed in the dark, rather then the almond brown eyes that were natural for her.. or the varied camo patterned iris's she used as a calling card. With over the top makeup, cobalt blue lipstick, and a star sticker on her cheek to tie the disguise together. She was quietly playing pool with a few random bar goers the next room over, though just barely... keeping close enough to the door that she had eyes on BTB, even if she only glanced at him through the gaps left in her hair by the pigtails... she had been here for a while, before BTB even showed up... she wanted an idea of if this was a trap set by the feds before she considered making herself known. Then they started arriving, a pink haired leather bound hunni who seemed all too eager to approach and wait for BTB who did not miss a step in calling out to her and making conversation, it was then she figured that it would be a good time to dip out of the the game with a bubbly laugh and head over to the bar for a drink, sitting down she happily chatted with the bartender and ordered a few weak fruity shots. She sat about 4 seats away from BTB at the bar, listening discreetly to his conversation about the job with the doctor... medic? She wasn't sure, who had just approached. A little annoyed at his decision to avoid the conversations details. Grabbing both of the shots the bartender brought she stood up with a bubbly absentminded look on her face as she walked over to BTB, acting like she was a simple passersby for a moment before handing him a shot "hey can you do me a fav and tank this eye ordered a bit too much" handing him a watermelon flavored shot of tequila for a few seconds her left eye flashed a mirade of greens and yellows in a distinct patern. Before sitting back down at a spot a little closer but still seperate from the group. The chameleon of kauai has made herself known, to BTB atleast.

Ah hey my name was mentioned! Woot. Just chiming in to agree i do in fact exist ^-^

Sooo i dont normally play existing characters so forgive me for not being 100% familiar with how this goes. But i have been on an octopath traveler binge since the 2nd game came out, and as such I thought it could be a blast to do something based on any of the 8 protagonists from the second game... specifics wise?... i... have no clue as im only past a few of the second chapters.. but hikari and particio are the two characters im interested in having someone play. As for who ill play?... i can potentially play any of the 4 female protagonists. In order of interest it goes ochette, castii, agnia, thronee (apologies for any butchered names). Or if theres an appropriate NPC you want me to play i can try! Not... suuuper far into the game so please be easy on spoilers ^-^"

I mean, for most clubs the more active they are the more likely people will be to join in... i think if we get something started and keep this club visible in the "recently active clubs" we will get interested people joining new or joining back in (hopefully)

Granted but what you are able to motivate yourself to do is strictly unproductive in normal peoples eyes, once someone considers you productive you loose the motivation to do whatever gave them that idea I want the power... to have power! I dont care what it is i just want a super power!

Granted but masterbation has gotten really complicated all of a sudden. The power to... be a billionaire? Hell if its good for batman its good for me

Granted but any dog or cat you have controlled is horribly jealous and will stare daggers at you anytime you control an animal thats not them I wish for the power to gain the benefits of all the past and future wishes without the individual consequences the replying post gave them... greedy cat goes meow

Granted, but that typo is cannonically correct. you can only change the mind of people named wvwryone I wish debra was not such a disappointment... or that i had the power to make her not a disappointment... who is debra? I dont know. But shes disappointing.

@SataiRolePlayingGuy so any particular plans for how your going to get things started here again?

Granted but the genie misunderstood what you meant by "at will" now every time you summon a pillow at will a pillow somewhere in the world will violently launch at someone named will, somewhere in the world I wish i had the power to protect all people named will from the oncoming pillow apocalypse