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Post by πβππ π£π on Nov 30, 2016 14:36:56 GMT -5
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IC When the mod crashed, it almost was completely totaled and a crater had formed around the sparking, broken pod, on the inside, it seemed like some of it had fallen in on itself, things were still sparking, it looked like some sort of tornado had ran its way inside the pod. Jonah didn't move from his spot, hands tightly gripping onto the arm rests of his seat, if he hadn't already emptied everything out earlier, he surely would have thrown up again. However after a minute or two of staying like that, he cautiously got out of his seat. The maid area that had collapsed in on itself was the pilots room. He suspected a mini explosion. Someone had to see if Rex was alright.
So, he ditched hit hat and slowly made his way to the swing open door, careful to mind the broken pieces of the pod that were dangerous to touch. "R-Rex? You okay?" He asked, hands shaking and legs wobbily. Well one thing was certain, he was not time traveling again. Once he had pushed the door open he spotted their time guide collapsed in his seat, clearly badly injured. He hurried over to him and felt for a pulse....nothing, and though he was certainly no doctor, Jonah thought it was safe to say that poor Rex was dead.
Not only that but the control panel was totaled...no driver, no controls, broken pod...they were stuck there.
"No, no, no, no, no, no!" Jonah panicked in realization, bringing his hands up to clutch his head, tugging on some of his hair that had easily fallen out of place again. This was bad, this was really, really bad, and it didn't even make sense...the pod was in perfect shape before, what had happened? What had caused it to malfunction? There were so many questions. "Calm down Jonah, calm down," he told himself and glanced back over at the dead body and grimaced. "I think I'm going to be sick..."
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Nov 30, 2016 14:51:37 GMT -5
Elliot let out a heavy groan. It felt as though someone was pressing down on his chest, keeping him from filling his lungs all the way and a sharp pain was radiating from his left shoulder, but otherwise he was mostly fine. Some bruises, maybe, but he had no broken bones.
Jonah stood from his seat, and a few moments later, Elliot forced himself up, clutching his left arm in his right. He walked slowly, testing his legs carefully. They were weak, probably a side effect of the shock and vomiting. He followed into the pilot's room, frowning when Jonah's panic made itself known. He looked around and realised why.
Rex was dead. The control panel was ruined. They had no pilot and no pod. Spontaneous weekend trips were never a good idea because they always turned into longer vacations. It seemed this was no exception.
He clenched his jaw, then gestured to Jonah. "If you had anything left, you would have gotten rid of it in the air," he pointed out unsympathetically. "We need to get Rex out of here," he said, walking around the chair to look down at the man who only minutes before had been laughing cheerily. Elliot didn't know him. but he was sure that if he did, he'd miss him. "I'll take his legs, can you take his arms or do you need to lie down to calm down first?"
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Post by πβππ π£π on Nov 30, 2016 19:48:22 GMT -5
Elliot let out a heavy groan. It felt as though someone was pressing down on his chest, keeping him from filling his lungs all the way and a sharp pain was radiating from his left shoulder, but otherwise he was mostly fine. Some bruises, maybe, but he had no broken bones.
Jonah stood from his seat, and a few moments later, Elliot forced himself up, clutching his left arm in his right. He walked slowly, testing his legs carefully. They were weak, probably a side effect of the shock and vomiting. He followed into the pilot's room, frowning when Jonah's panic made itself known. He looked around and realised why.
Rex was dead. The control panel was ruined. They had no pilot and no pod. Spontaneous weekend trips were never a good idea because they always turned into longer vacations. It seemed this was no exception.
He clenched his jaw, then gestured to Jonah. "If you had anything left, you would have gotten rid of it in the air," he pointed out unsympathetically. "We need to get Rex out of here," he said, walking around the chair to look down at the man who only minutes before had been laughing cheerily. Elliot didn't know him. but he was sure that if he did, he'd miss him. "I'll take his legs, can you take his arms or do you need to lie down to calm down first?" OOC Text
IC Jonah wasn't sure he really could help, he still felt so...sick was the best way he could think to describe how he currently felt, however Elliot has a point, he would have tossed everything else already. So instead he simply gave a nod and helped pick up Rex.
Poor Rex, he was so happy and cheerful. Jonah liked him, he seemed nice, and now...now he was dead, and they were stranded...and despite everything, Jonah was thinking of ways to fix their situation, that's always how his mind worked, problem solving always going on at least in the background. (Sorry its short.)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 30, 2016 20:05:51 GMT -5
(Sorry for not being around, Melon! I'll have a starter up for us tonight. It's just that I've been busy xc)
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Post by πβππ π£π on Nov 30, 2016 20:09:45 GMT -5
OOC It's totally fine Smokey.
IC Kia grinned. "Alright. I got some movies from Hazel, and a list if we just want to watch ones on Netflix or if we're too lazy to keep changing the discs," she explained, showing the nice little stack she had with the list laying nicely atop it.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Dec 1, 2016 2:32:46 GMT -5
( no worries! )
Elliot nodded, silently picking up the time-guide and leading them all out of the room, and then the pod itself. He'd always been like this, especially under stress. Structured. His response to anything he couldn't control was to try to control it, and the way to do that was by creating intricate step-by-step plans. This gave him some ounce of power in a situation where he was powerless, which had always done enough to keep him from panicking. This was no exception.
He set Rex down, leaning him against pod-15. Sally. He wondered how the pilot would feel if he knew what had happened to his pod, he'd seemed so fond of it. Would that have caused him grief? Probably.
He looked over the pod from the outside and found that things were worse than expected. The exterior of the pod was dented and filled with holes in varying sizes, especially around where the pilot's room would have been. A steady plume of smoke rose from it, filling the air with the stench of it. Elliot sighed, chewing on the inside of his cheek. This was a real problem.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Dec 1, 2016 13:15:20 GMT -5
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IC Jonah did his best not to look at the body, he was fairly squeamish with all of this. Instead he focused on the pod...Sally, it was wrecked...fixable with time, but at the moment, it was ruined. He helped place Rex down before he sort of just began to walk around the pod, looking it over. He knew the basics of the time pod...though he wasn't exactly good enough to really fix it...he didn't have that kind of knowledge.
"We...we need to cause some problems," he deicded, looking back over to Elliot, running a hand through his choppy blonde hair. "The time police will notice this, eventually they would notice that we weren't back by our time...but that's still three days away, which...I'm not sure either of us want to wait that long, if we wanted to get home faster, we would have to...to, cause some problems, mess up the timeline so they have to come fix it, give some sort of stranded time symbol," he explained, quickly taking to pacing.
The cloaking ability on the pod was surely destroyed, they would have to hide the pod somehow...and of course they would need to burry Rex...and until help came, they were stranded, in mid Victorian London...it wasn't the best situation but there were ways they could make the best of it...well at least they could try and trying was something Jonah was very good at.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Dec 1, 2016 13:22:51 GMT -5
"Awesome!" Dallas said, stepping aside to let her in before closing the door. "We'll start with the DVDs. Do you want to set things up in the living room or my room?" he asked. He led the way into the kitchen where all the snacks were lined up on the counter, waiting to be moved. He was surprised his mother hadn't scolded him about the amount of junk food, but then again, he was almost a grown adult. He could buy whatever he wanted with the money he made. OOC Text
IC "Hmm, lets go with you room," Kia suggested and glanced over at the snacks, cracking a smile at them all. "Now that's how you make a snack table," she told him with a nod of approval, Dallas was always good at this sort of stuff.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Dec 1, 2016 14:32:58 GMT -5
Elliot frowned. "But wouldn't messing with the timeline mess up other things as well?" he asked. Admittedly, he wasn't an expert in the field of time-travel, far from it, but he knew that messing with the timeline was never a good idea. But then, what choice did they have right now? With no pod, and no pilot to operate one even if they did repair it, they had no way of getting home.
One step at a time, he reminded himself. One step at a time. Maybe they couldn't leave, but they could figure out where they were. There were no people around, nobody to ask. In fact, there wasn't really anything to hint at their exact time period. Even without the cloaking ability fully functioning, it was safer for the pod to land somewhere where people weren't littering the streets, so they were in a side alley in London. With how Britain's architecture had evolved over the years they could be anytime between the early 19th to mid 21st century. Since the time-pod had crashed and Elliot had no knowledge of how large of an effect that could have he was deciding to not take any chances.
He was entirely focused on the time-travel aspect of this whole issue right now, so the problem-solving part of his brain was shutting down. He had no solutions, but he was coming up with problem after problem, possibility after possibility. To someone else, that might have been stressful but to Elliot, it was strangely comforting. It meant that he could plan and that nothing unexpected would ambush him further down the road.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Dec 1, 2016 15:00:00 GMT -5
Dallas smirked as her compliment as he piled all the snack as he could in his arms. "Lets get going then. After you," he said, turning towards her. She knew where his room was, so there was no reason for him to led the way. Plus, he would have to go slower so he didn't accidentally drop anything. OOC Text
IC Kia happily made her way to her friend's room, entering before she placed the set of DVDs down and sort of went to browse through them. Some were older, some were newer, however they all looked cringeworthy, so it was perfect.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Dec 1, 2016 15:08:09 GMT -5
Elliot frowned. "But wouldn't messing with the timeline mess up other things as well?" he asked. Admittedly, he wasn't an expert in the field of time-travel, far from it, but he knew that messing with the timeline was never a good idea. But then, what choice did they have right now? With no pod, and no pilot to operate one even if they did repair it, they had no way of getting home.
One step at a time, he reminded himself. One step at a time. Maybe they couldn't leave, but they could figure out where they were. There were no people around, nobody to ask. In fact, there wasn't really anything to hint at their exact time period. Even without the cloaking ability fully functioning, it was safer for the pod to land somewhere where people weren't littering the streets, so they were in a side alley in London. With how Britain's architecture had evolved over the years they could be anytime between the early 19th to mid 21st century. Since the time-pod had crashed and Elliot had no knowledge of how large of an effect that could have he was deciding to not take any chances.
He was entirely focused on the time-travel aspect of this whole issue right now, so the problem-solving part of his brain was shutting down. He had no solutions, but he was coming up with problem after problem, possibility after possibility. To someone else, that might have been stressful but to Elliot, it was strangely comforting. It meant that he could plan and that nothing unexpected would ambush him further down the road. OOC Text
IC Jonah gave him a slightly deadpanned look. "That's what the time police are for, to make sure stuff like that doesn't happen, they could come pick us up. Or if you're really against that idea, we wait until our vacation would be over, they would notice that pod 15-Sally, is missing, they would send someone," Jonah explained.
He glanced back at the pod. "First step is to figure out where we are...and when, however let's assume that Rex got us where we were supposed to go, in that case we can say it's likely 1887...or around there, in London. Or at least around London. We can't stay at the ship forever, we'll need to go to the nearest city, ask a few questions and...yeah," he said, nodding along as if to reassure himself of all this.
They just...they just needed a plan, someone would come for them, one way or another....until then it was just a matter of waiting it out...and he could do that, Jonah was quite good at waiting, hopefully Elliot was too though.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Dec 1, 2016 21:53:52 GMT -5
Dallas followed her into her room and dumped the snacks on the foot of his bed. "Which one should we watch first?" he asked, picking up one movies from the stack. "How were these even made?" he muttered more as a afterthought. OOC βοΈ Text
IC βοΈ "I honestly have no idea," Kia admitted before picking a random one up that had an overly cheesy cover and title to match. "Here, how about we watch this one?" She suggested, looking up at Dallas with a grin.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 2, 2016 0:14:05 GMT -5
πβππ π£π (Here's my starter. Again, real sorry for delay) Large paws pressed against the ground as they carried their host forward. A white and brown blur whizzed through the forest-like park, moving near silently. This blur was no regular animal though. No, he was quite different, just like the rest of his people. Henry loved running, enjoyed the rushing feel. Yet, he skidded to a stop, floppy ears swishing a little from the halt. Pink nose twitching, he sniffed the air before finally sitting down. Large, muscular legs reached out, thick and fluffy. A rabbits legs always were. Only, he wasn't a regular rabbit. Unless regular rabbits were almost seven feet tall, had hand-like paws, and talked. Sighing, his slender figure came to rest against a large oak. His head tilted up, having noticed an apple tree nearby. It wasn't carrots... but it had to do. The Wererabbit stood back up, and crossed over to the tree in no more than three graceful steps. Looking at the red fruit, his big brown eyes studied them for a moment. He had fruit and veggies every day in his clan, which were herbivores. If anyone there so much as touched their tongue to taste meat, and Henry's father found out, you'd be in big trouble, and then some. A floppy ear twitching, he crouched a little. Big legs coiled, then released. His legs lashed out, and thumped the tree. Once. Twice. Thrice. And then his snack came tumbling down. A large paw reached and grabbed a few. Sitting in a small pile of apples, he lazily began to eat. It wasn't much, but oh well. Henry would get some real food upon returning to his folk. As he devoured his first apple, the large rabbit looked around again. Now that he thought about it... He wasn't in his clan's land. Meh. Every time he got lost, he always found his way back. The world wasn't going anywhere, nor anything on its surface. He was at ease though. As long as he roamed areas like this while not in human form? He'd be fine. Henry had a killer kick. Literally. Alert and watchful, he made sure to keep an eye out. Last time he relaxed too much, a Werefox nearly caught and killed him! His sister and brother came to the rescue, but not before Henry had been hurt. The rabbit looked down briefly, his free hand brushing over the scarred, ugly bite mark on his left forearm. Stupid carnivores, wanting to eat him...
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 2, 2016 18:47:16 GMT -5
(*pokes*)
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Dec 3, 2016 12:49:55 GMT -5
( sorry this took so long for me to get to you. )
Elliot frowned, but ultimately he just shrugged. Jonah seemed adept at finding solutions where there were problems, and quickly. Elliot was a problem solver himself, but he liked to take a more structured approach. In a situation like this, that wasn't an advantage.
"Right, to a city," Elliot agreed, removing his hat so that he could run a hand through his hair in an exasperated gesture. "I should get some cash first. And we should disguise the pod before we leave, just in case someone comes across it."
The next glaring problem regarded what they would do with Rex's body. He deserved a proper burial, but Elliot wasn't sure what they'd use to bury him with, nor how highly he should prioritise this. The obvious solution was to find a shovel of some sort while they were in the city, but what would they do with the body in the meantime?
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Post by πβππ π£π on Dec 4, 2016 20:45:09 GMT -5
βοΈOOC:βοΈ I will answer this all tonight, promise.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Dec 7, 2016 9:52:47 GMT -5
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Post by πβππ π£π on Dec 7, 2016 11:47:10 GMT -5
βοΈOOC:βοΈ I am, I'm just stumped on some of these.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Dec 7, 2016 12:06:35 GMT -5
Looking over at the movie she held, Dallas winced. "Looks perfect!" He said, chuckling. He reached for the remote and turned on his TV. "Put it in, and let the night of cringe begging!" βοΈOOC:βοΈ Text
βοΈIC:βοΈ Kia quickly did as she was told and it wasn't long before the loud music of the move began to plan and she grinned slightly before moving to hop on the bed to watch. "This is gonna be so bad it's good," she decided as if that was the simple fact of life.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Dec 7, 2016 12:07:04 GMT -5
( alright, just thought I'd check. take whatever time you need! )
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Post by πβππ π£π on Dec 7, 2016 12:12:30 GMT -5
βοΈOOC:βοΈ I feel bad cause I take longer on some roleplays but that's mostly because I'm thinking of what to write.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Dec 7, 2016 12:51:26 GMT -5
( nah, I get it, I'm the same way - some rps just take more work than others. the thing is, if I'm reallly enjoying an rp, I either reply in seconds of in days. there is no inbetween. )
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Post by πβππ π£π on Dec 7, 2016 12:52:51 GMT -5
βοΈOOC:βοΈ That's me too, tbh.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Dec 7, 2016 12:57:58 GMT -5
( I'm not alone! for a while, I was really ashamed of it so if I couldn't reply to one, I wouldn't reply to any, but I realised that wasn't fair to the others, so I stopped leaving alltogether until I knew enough to write a decent reply. )
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