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 The Vanity Fair, [Open RP setting]
FITZ KREINER
 Posted: Feb 23 2014, 08:22 PM
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'Welcome, all you wicked and world-weary wanderers from all times and space. Come experience the Vanity Fair, where you can leave your dogs of war at the gate and be who you always wanted to be! Here, what you see is what you get; this is the place where you are both the spectacle and the spectator, a place to be seen and be a part of the vast macrocosm of the universe! Reserve your ticket now, first come first serve, only one million slots available!' ~excerpt from advert run no. 23335, as seen on vTV; listed in the top 400 places to go in UniTourist Blogzine™ 45 times running.


Pleasure colony world Mirux-42279 was the host of the one and only Vanity Fair, a 36 hour non-stop event. The Fair was in full swing, as it perpetually was - the exact nature of the swing that swung depended on the constituents of any particular area. The world was sectioned off into different themes and some areas were programmable to account for specific tastes and phenomenally large wallets. Arranged along a central hub, switchshoot tubes connected areas between sections. There were the usual arrangement of lifts and cooridoors in any given building. On arrival, the Vanity Fair welcomed guests with a full complement of holographic announcements right at the gate. Opening into the welcome pavilion, the building showcased towering metalli-glass skylight ceilings and an oasis around the central hub. The style attempted to combine resplendent art-deco with modernism, with lush thick red fashion-walk carpeting and tasteful gold and white accents.

The throng of the crowd in the main pavillion was loud with chatter of a multitude of languages and people hawking wares, food, activities, events, and goods. Like most spaceports, tourists huddled in groups trying to carry luggage through the overwhelmed crowds that refused to disperse. Smells of food and perfumed flowers washed through the air. Some of those that had already settled paraded themselves back and forth through the arenas in hopes of catching the attention of the fashion-elite, the entire place taking on the sense of circus while making one pay through the nose for the bread.

Admist all the colors and sounds, Fitz Kreiner stuck out by the sheer fact he was a rather plainly dressed human in jeans, trainers, a T-shirt and his jacket. He'd taken an early morning stroll through the shops to see what he wanted to wear later but for now he was content watching people come in through the gate. As the morning wore on, the golden orange sun painted the pavillion, shining off of the multitude of small fountains and clusters of plants. Hunger tugged at Fitz, and eventually he left off his people watching and headed into one of the many cantinas dotted around the main hub for those who just wanted a quick bite. He was not worried he'd already lost track of his travelling companions. He was sure they wouldn't leave with out him, and anyway, this was -supposed- to be a vacation.

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SCHALA ZEAL
 Posted: Feb 24 2014, 12:43 PM
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Fitz was not the only out of place human in this traveling troupe of aliens and creatures that mingled through the fair that took place. There was a young blue haired female amongst the crowd, clutching an amulet as she scanned the crowd, almost searching of something that might be there, something that she knew, that might be familiar to her.

However the sights and smells distracted her and a small smile leapt out of the corner of her mouth, realizing that in this place... nobody knew her. She was a complete stranger who was just as overwhelmed with the fair as they were. Of course, she wasn't exactly supposed to be here, specifically, but it was first come first serve, so she managed to swipe a ticket.

Kid's penchant for stealing must've come from me. She thought, amused.

Of course, spinning around the entire fair, she found herself right into one of the cantinas, her fingers brushing along the plants. She'd murmured an apology to a nearby alien she almost bumped into and looked around, wondering if she was hungry enough to grab something to eat, but remembering that she really didn't have any of their local currency for this...
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FITZ KREINER
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Fitz queued up behind a group of elephantine-like aliens, edging along towards the food lined along a zigzag. Spread out were trays of delicacies from across the galaxy, all coded in a friendly way with icons and placards in hopes of avoiding accidental deaths. He made sure that he got food that humans were generally supposed to be able to eat, even though he was curious about some of the more exotic fare. Not curious enough to try it and poison himself, though. Putting things onto his tray at seeming random, he spotted a blue haired girl walk in. She looked more interested in the plants than the food and the thought made him grin. Plucking up a strange purple melon and plunking it down with the rest, he got to the cash-station and pressed a card to the screen. For a moment, he thought it wasn't going to work, but then it bleeped pleasantly and his food was paid for.

"Nice one," he said to himself, stashing it back in his wallet.

He looked around for a place to sit but the place was very crowded. Guests were shoulder to shoulder (or equivalent), piled together over every seating space. Shrugging, he decided to take his food to a less crowded area. As he made for the entry again, he passed the blue-haired girl and smiled at her.

"We both look like a couple of outsiders, don't we?" he said to her, picking a spongy cake-like thing off of his tray. "Like your hair, part of me wants to ask if it's natural but I heard asking that kind of thing to ladies is rude," he said, looking amused.

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ROB ANYBODY
 Posted: Feb 25 2014, 05:28 PM
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Overhead, expertly concealed in the foliage of the plant the blue-haired woman had just touched, a pair of inquisitive, bright blue eyes looked down on the pair.

Rob Anybody wasn't lost, of course he wasn't. The Nac Mac Feegle didn't get lost. Getting lost was something that happened to other people. Feegles always knew exactly where they were. It was just that sometimes they weren't sure where everything else was. After all, it was hardly his fault if everything else had gone and got lost.

Nonetheless, it was pretty clear that wherever he had craw-stepped to this time, it wasn't the Disc. It wasn't even Faerieland. He had never seen this place before. Even worse, he had never seen so many bigjobs all together in such an enclosed space. It was worse than the time he had visited Ankh Morpork and that had been bad enough.

Right now, he was very lonely and very hungry. The Nac Mac Feegle were a communal race. Rob had very rarely been without his brothers since he was first born. It pained him deeply to think that they were so far away and he had no idea how to find the doorway between worlds to get back to them. What wouldn't he give right now just to see even Daft Wullie's amicable but rather stupid face?

As for his hunger...his attention returned to the pair of bigjobs idly chatting below him. He was wary of the woman. He could see she was clutching some sort of amulet, which meant – if it was a magical talisman of some kind - she could very well be a hag. And every Feegle knew it wasn't wise to offend a hag, in case she decided to turn you into a toad, or something worse.

But the man was holding a heavily-laden tray of food. Rob eyed the bright purple melon and his mouth watered. Maybe, if he was quick enough, he could grab his prize and offski before they caught him. For a few conflicted moments, hunger warred with caution in his mind. In the end, the hunger won.

Drawing his sword from the scabbard on his back, he leapt from the branches of the plant towards the tray, diving towards the enticing melon with a loud war-cry of “Crivens!”

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SCHALA ZEAL
 Posted: Feb 25 2014, 06:54 PM
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"We both look like a couple of outsiders, don't we?" A voice echoed right towards her nearby and she turned around to look at the man who was speaking to her. He was human, like her, but with a head of brunette hair and dark eyes, and a bit of a skinny figure on him. He had a ver nice grin, tough, but she chose to just take in his casual attire compare

"Like your hair, part of me wants to ask if it's natural but I heard asking that kind of thing to ladies is rude," His other comment amused her, and she couldn't help but crack a smile at that. It was very different to how she was treated back in Zeal, considering she was a princess. Now she wasn't though. It's a long dead kingdom that wasn't worth mentioning in the history books.

"Well, it's sort of natural. Blue is a common color of my people and their genetic traits." She chose to omit the mentioning of magic and all that, hoping that would be a good enough comment. "I'm guessing brown and blonde are natural for here too, huh?"

She glanced around, "... Well, for humans, that is."

Of course, the conversation was extremely short lived as she heard a war cry from above and she squeaked in alarm, jumping back as a crazed small creature flew out of the plant life right onto the tray. Schala had to leap back to make sure there wasn't a mess made.
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FITZ KREINER
 Posted: Feb 26 2014, 01:01 AM
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"Common in your people's genetic traits," he repeated slowly and then gave a little shrug of his head. "Yeah, where I come from the only way to get hair like that is to use colors on it. Usually it doesn't come in blue on its own. I could go for a darker colour, what do you think? Maybe some cool streaks put in, hrm?" He put his hands through his hair, affecting a greaser's attitude.

Before he could capitalise further on his so far successful advance, a loud war cry interrupted him. The girl jumped backwards but Fitz stood gobsmacked as a tiny blue person dropped down onto his tray. Startled, he almost toppled the food all over himself, a good portion sliding towards him as he bumbled to keep it upright. "Is everyone blue in some way around here?" he said, recovering from his surprise to look down at the small man with a shock of red hair and blue skin that had lept from above. "Did green go out of style or something?"

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 Posted: Feb 26 2014, 02:12 AM
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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The moment would be arriving soon. An event that could potentially change history forever. A hidden enemy from within the crowds, surveying all around him. This day alone could cause a war on such a massive scale.

But the moment has not come yet. It will though, it shall, it must.

Patience was a strong virtue of his, as he once boasted on Logopolis. He was not to call attention to himself. He knew how to blend into the crowds and to be unnoticed if he wanted to. There were so many people and species here it hardly would have mattered. He has plenty of time to spare however until the time comes for him to act. Perhaps one of the antique booths has a book he's been searching for. To think, all these crowds and all these different civilizations coming together...One day it shall be his.

Elsewhere in the crowds, a black feline was doing the best he could to escape from being trampled by the much larger groups around him. He was honestly on surveillance for someone else, in the event an unexpected variable was to show up.

Surely enough something did. Multiple somethings. The kitling knew what it was; it was the "scent" of time. Multiple "scents," to be exact, each one more unique than the last. He decided to follow for the one soaked the most in this scent. By "soaked" of course, it was a far more powerful stench than your average time traveler. A blue furred human by the looks of it, and female. She was approaching the weakest of the scents, which Shadow assumed must be coming from the plant she was examining.

Then the other "Time" scent approached. A male, humanoid even. But as the male got closer, there were two other scents that the kitling recognized from him. One was that of a TARDIS. The other... was him. The prey Master hunted, "Doctor." This human male...a member of the Doctor's pack or tribe?

The two humans were conversing with each other. Shadow decided to walk closer and sit down next to the female, looking up and watching the both of them. His eyes glowed slightly brighter as he shared with his Master what he has discovered. Then, the smaller scent decided to reveal itself. Some sort of small blue humanoid creature going for the human male's fruit. A rather odd creature.

Shadow was very tempted to try and eat it.

No Shadow. Not yet. Watch them. Follow them. The Doctor's ally may become a valuable asset in my plans. Same with the woman. Do not lose sight of them. Do not be afraid to interact with them.

His orders were clear now. He must obey his pack leader. He must obey Master. But still interacting with these people will be difficult for him. So he just stayed silent. If they noticed him or don't, it would not matter. Just so long as he kept watch over them.
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ROB ANYBODY
 Posted: Feb 26 2014, 06:06 PM
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"Is everyone blue in some way around here?" he said, recovering from his surprise to look down at the small man with a shock of red hair and blue skin that had lept from above. "Did green go out of style or something?"

Rob Anybody stood triumphantly in the centre of the tray, speared the captured melon on his sword and brandished it aloft.

“Good day t'ye, bigjobs!” he grinned cheekily at Fitz, and then leapt to the ground, intending to escape back to the refuge of the plant.

He was confident they had no chance of catching him. The Nac Mac Feegle could move faster than the human eye could follow. The only problem was, he found, there were other eyes watching him that weren't human. Sitting at the blue-haired girl's feet was a black feline, its tail softly twitching as it gazed upwards at the man and his blue-haired companion.

Rob wasn't afraid of cats. Back where he came from, they had enough sense not to mess with the Wee Free Men. Even Greebo, Nanny Ogg's foul-tempered, one-eyed grey tomcat, backed away in terror if there was a Nac Mac Feegle around, despite the fact that he had killed at least two vampires in his time, and had eaten one of them.

All the same, there was something about this particular feline that set Rob's teeth on edge. Something...unnatural, particularly about its eyes.

“Ach, see you, pussycat, scunner that y'are!” he yelled defiantly, before heading for the safety of the potplant as fast as he could go, looking like nothing more than a swiftly-moving purple melon with legs. “Dinna try anything Ah'll have tae make ye sorry for!”

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SCHALA ZEAL
 Posted: Feb 26 2014, 09:59 PM
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"Common in your people's genetic traits," The man spoke up again. "Yeah, where I come from the only way to get hair like that is to use colors on it. Usually it doesn't come in blue on its own. I could go for a darker colour, what do you think? Maybe some cool streaks put in, hrm?"

She chose to not say anything, not that she could with the little blue man popping up out of nowhere and jumping on the tray, almost spilling food all over poor Fitz. She gave him an arrested stare when the little man stole the fruit that he had and then hopped off.

"Is everyone blue in some way around here?" Fitz finally spoke up after his initial shock "Did green go out of style or something?"

"I-I don't know..." Schala stammered. She then turned around to address the other man... or creature (was he a demihuman?), trying to run off "Hey you come back here! That's not yours!"

“Good day t'ye, bigjobs!” He spoke up and then glanced down at Schala's feet and she only just spotted the black cat at her feet and she took a step away from it as well. “Ach, see you, pussycat, scunner that y'are! Dinna try anything Ah'll have tae make ye sorry for!”

"Who does this cat belong to?" Schala idly wondered to herself, but then she had a thief to catch so why was she even asking that anyway?

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 Posted: Feb 27 2014, 01:46 AM
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Fitz watched with growing amusement as the little person stole some food and jumped off his tray. "Smurfs around here got tiny swords...like the kind that come with fruity drinks." He blinked at Schala, looking bemused. "You saw that too, right wasn't just me?"

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"Hey you come back here! That's not yours!"

He shook his head. "This place is wild. Nonstop party, complete with entertainment," he muttered. "And smurfs."

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“Good day t'ye, bigjobs!”

"What'd he just call me?" Fitz asked, wondering if he should be offended, or not, or if the translation from the TARDIS was on the blink.

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"Who does this cat belong to?"

"What cat?" Fitz said, obliviously. With all that was going on, his attention was on the tiny blue feller in the plaid. But now he looked around for the cat as well.

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Shadow just stared at the little blue man as he shouted his threats at him. Then the little man was trying to carry the Melon back towards the potted plant.

Master had ordered Shadow to stay with the two humans and watch them. Master said not to be afraid to interact with them.

The little blue warrior may think he's tough, but Shadow does not believe that. Shadow has helped take down creatures of both larger and smaller size than he is. Shadow is hunter. Little Blue Man is prey. Humans want Melon back, or at least blue furred female does.

One does not simply take food from another in a pack, let alone from one who is clearly stronger than the thief. Shadow intends to show this blue man just who the better hunter is.

As Rob attempted to scurry away towards the plant, Shadow pounced upon the melon Rob was carrying. His claws would sink far more easily into the melon's skin than your average "cat." But Shadow was hoping to catch more than just the melon in his pounce. He's hoping the little blue man will not be able to support the combined weights of both the melon and a kitling.
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ROB ANYBODY
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The Nac Mac Feegle were immensely strong. One Feegle could easily lift a grown man. Four Feegles had been known to lift a cow, one under each hoof, and run off with it. You couldn't squash a Feegle, even if you tried. And there had been those who had tried, but having attempted it once, never did so again.

Which, of course, meant that Rob Anybody could easily support the weight of both the melon and the kitling. The point was, he didn't want to. He wanted to take the melon back to his hiding place in the plant and eat it.

“Dinna say I dinna warn ye, pussy-cat!” he growled.

Grasping the hilt of his sword, still spitted through the centre of the melon, he raised it above his head and began to swing it powerfully in a circle. Faster and faster it went, making a whooshing sound through the air, as the Pictsie attempted to dislodge the interfering black feline and fling it far away into the crowd.

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"What'd he just call me? What cat?"

"A... bigjob?" Schala replied to Fitz, and now he was trying to look for the cat, who, in a blur, managed to sink it's claws into the melon and hold on. However both creatures were very strong, capable of taking down prey much larger than they are, including each other. It was going to be the biggest small fight in the century, she could already tell.

Either way, they weren't your average normal creatures and Schala could tell that Shadow was intent on giving back the melon.

“Dinna say I dinna warn ye, pussy-cat!” The small man warned, and then began spinning, knocking over various people and items, scattering trays and plants everywhere. Schala had to jump out of the way and she was at her wit's end.

"Oh, just stop it you two! This is getting nowhere!"
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"A... bigjob?" Schala replied to Fitz


"Sounds a bit dirty rude, doesn't it? Coming from a smurf. I think I prefer green aliens," he muttered. Preferably of the type he'd seen on that show Star Trek or those Star Wars flicks...sexy busty alien babes from outer space, bonus if they were dancing girls, rather than the little green men type. Though, he supposed, now it was little -blue- men! Dancing did not seem to be in the cards and really he was glad for that.

He caught sight of the pair over by the pot plant, the cat and the little blue guy, having at it. It was warming up to be a hell of a row, one of the strangest fight he'd ever seen. The cat wasn't on the uptake so far and the smurf looked like he had ant-like powers of strength. Then the tangle started to crash through the cafeteria and he moved out of the way.

"The hell!" Fitz exclaimed, in tandem with other alien voices and Schala's comment. The two were making a merry scene now, getting underfoot and trying to prove that the room wasn't big enough to swing a cat in.

A loud trumpeting sound warbled through the main arrival area. Fitz looked through the front of the shop, over the low separating wall. Coming on down the plus carpeting were a group of people (term used loosely), followed by a retinue of flashing bulbs, hovercameras and curious passer-bys. As they came closer, he saw two immaculately dressed bird-like humanoids escorted by a pair of poodle-people from Dogworld, a rhinoceros-like alien with battle armor and an equally large elephantine species with three trunks.

The screens in the shop stopped their normal broadcasting to put the procession up for closer viewing, showing several camera views. The two bird like people stopped, waving with the air of pretension that royalty usually managed to evade by merit of class. One had bright yellow and orange feathery plumage and the other was reddish and smaller, both with keen black eyes and fierce beaks, decked out in flowing robes that clipped across the shoulders and covering some of their folded wings. The Dogworld poodle looked at the camera and then nodded, turning to the pair of avian-humanoids and began peppering them with questions. Fitz tried to pay attention to the feed but his attention was caught by the cat and blue man's antics.

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"We are pleased to have two of the most prized Attendants, overseers and designers of the Vanity Fair are here with us today! Varlon Frish and Eveyde Frish of the planet Wyrblane-2 have come to see first-hand how the newly implemented zone system is giving everyone a new sense of satisfaction and new games to play. Let us give a round of applause for these faithful Attendants!"

The poodle's voice was translated into a multitude of languages for those who had yet to purchase a translator. Text scrolled across the screen in even more typographies. There was an excited spattering of applause, hoots calls and noise from the crowd. As it died down, the pair of Wyrbladians nodded their heads. The shorter, red feathered one raised a clawed hand and spoke in flute-y tones.

"Thank you, it is our pleasure to be here. We hope that everyone enjoys their stay and we will be following the progression of new events closely," Eveyde began.

The orange-yellow Wyrbladian pipped in, "In fact you might see us out and about participating. You'll forgive us that we can't seem to escape media coverage," Varlon teased with an amused sound that seemed to be laughter for the species.

The Dogworld poodle gave a bark laugh in response, seeming a touch unsure how to take the dig. His tongue hung out and he gave a dog-smile, showing all his teeth. "Yes well we can't miss meeting our makers, so to speak!"

"Just a few of them," Varlon cut in modestly, shaking its head. "That was a warm invitation, all be well and enjoy themselves!" The pair gave distinct chirrups that were translated as "Goodbyes" and took themselves through the maze of alien life towards the lifts.

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Okay, the little blue creature is stronger than it looked. Shadow did not appreciate being swung around like that. He struggled as the little blue man swung him in the air. Well technically it was barely a foot off the ground upon retrospect.

Shadow was getting tired of this. While his front paws were still hanging onto the melon, he reached his hind paws out under the Melon to kick/scratch the blue man. As far as Shadow was aware of the blue tiny man's weapon was what was being used to hold up the melon.




Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

How naive these fools were of their destined fate, the Master thought to himself with a large smirk on his face as he watched the proceedings before him.

He smirked as he considered the possibility of these poodle people in a war with the Cheetah people. A mildly amusing thought, but that was not the nature of the conflict soon to occur.

He looked past the poodle and avian humanoid aliens when a few of the people in the back were being disturbed by something on the ground. Close by them were the blue haired woman and the Earth male that Shadow showed him earlier.

...Had Shadow failed in his task? No he couldn't have this soon.

Shadow...What is happening?
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