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Futuristic/solarpunk/Sci-fi RP
So if you don't know I'm a sci-fi nut and one of the new, cool aspects of sci-fi that I really like is solarpunk! It's basically a cross between steampunk and sci-fi. In solarpunk, the world is literary, yet sciencey. People work to solve their problems, instead of being totally reliant on tech. It's a future that happens after an apocalypse of some sort, so there are old buildings, but amazing tech and culture growing out of it.
You can imagine homes with architecture like a library from the 1800s with wrought iron balconies and domes that tower above, but with touch screens and solar panels, but the walls are wood, the solar panels look like stained-glass windows, the light is cozy and bright from multicolored paper lanterns, there are books everywhere, and cozy bean bags and rugs crowd a nook from which you can see a huge tree which creates a stairway that you can climb to visit your friends, who live upstairs.
Doesn't solarpunk sound awesome! I just think it's cooler and more fun to write about a cozy future than one controlled by some technocratic dictatorship. And rebuilding a world based on books and science after an apocalypse? Awesome!
So I wanted to make a solarpunk RP! I kind of did some worldbuilding, and this is what I set up for the RP.
All the characters live in Citali, the capital. Citali is the center of solarpunk-y-ness, with the best architects, writers, scientists, gardeners (I'm not sure how to put this job exactly), and artisans. The problem that they have to solve is that they have to make the settlement bigger, and they'll work together to do it. However, they find evidence of the apocalypse as they build.
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Name: Jocasta Tamar
Job: Writer/reader. She's a librarian.
Age: 14, but she's pretty mature.
Appearance: Amerasian, black hair, brown eyes, tan skin. Wears a hoodie and jeans with a charm bracelet that has book, pen, orchid, and sun charms.
Personality: Loves being part of a team, like being second (not first, but she has some good ideas and loves doing her job to help). Pretty experienced with science considering she's a librarian.
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Name: Nahla Alain
Job: Messenger. Works with all the leading artisans/scientists, knows everyone. Lives in this house in the dome of one of the older buildings. The dome is iron with glass filling in the gaps and Nahla has this gigantic tree growing from the floor to the top and its leaves just fill the 20-foot ceiling and make everything dappled. The dome is on top of the city center, so she knows everything going on in Citali.
Age: 15
Appearance: Brown hair, green eyes. Looks a little like Hermione Granger (third-year-ish). Wears brown leather army boots and carries a backpack all the time. Fidgets a little with the backpack straps.
Personality: Super friendly with everyone, has about 5 pet cats who are all different colors.
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I'll write soon!
submitted by Air
(February 20, 2015 - 10:48 pm)
(February 20, 2015 - 10:48 pm)
Ramae~
"But how are we going to get there?" I ask. "None of us have a reason."
"We have a perfectly good reason," snarls Allarie, "he's a robber!"
"But we can't prove that," says Darius.
Mel finally arrives on her zipline. "You guys are so dense," she says. "Hello! I am a robber, I can get in there easy!"
Allarie looks like she doesn't really trust Mel. Holly breaks in quickly and says, "Well, OK, but only to look, nothing more."
Mel carefully swins off of the trees and down to the garage.....
(March 1, 2015 - 8:45 pm)
Mel~
I look into the house, slightly nervously. I hear noises coming from the House, Most likely from the jerk Rhyker. I grab my knife, jamming it into the sides of the door and bursting it open. I hear the others groan, but I ignore them. Something crashes in the house, and I race inside.
An old man, and a slightly taller and younger dude walks toward me, and I threaten my knife. the dude growls. I make a run for it toward the garage.
"Get her!" cries the oldie, who seems to be Rhyker.
"Got it!" replies the other, who is also... Rhyker.
"Nope!" replies... Me. I kick over a chair and jam open the door.
Hundreds, no millions, of doors hang on the walls. How am I supposed to find the right one? I scramble around the place, frantically trying to find anything like the sort. I look under the cupboard, open the dressers, kick the walls. I can't find anything we need. No codex, no library door, and no Ramae's door.
"For gosh sake, come on!" I hiss, waiting for the others to appear.
And they do, though not in a good way. Rhyker, the young one, comes into the garage, holding Lena and Holly by the collars. Darius and Allarie and also pushed into the fray, held by the old man, who seemed to have lots of strength. Nahla nervously follows the crew, along with Ramae. I back onto the wall.
(March 1, 2015 - 11:28 pm)
Ramae~
"Well, well, well," says the younger Rhyker. "A thief, a librarian, a messenger, an artist, and two architects. Charming."
He nudges the other man. "The Secret Police thought they could take us down with this?"
The older Rhyker guffaws.
"Excuse me, but I am the Head Librarian," says Allarie. For some reason, the Rhykers look scared. Why are they scared of a librarian? Or is it-
"Wait a minute," I say. "Allarie, you're-?"
I don't have to finish my sentence. She understands and nods curtly.
"Well then," says the younger Rhyker. "You kids can't be heard or seen. So we're going to have to lock you up."
We all look at each other, plans already racing through our heads as we think of our strengths, our weaknesses-
"Separately," he adds, and our faces fall. But Mel gives a short wink.
"What are we going to do with the thief?" asks the older Rhyker. "She'll get out in no time."
"We'll have to kill her," the younger Rhyker replies. "You watch her while I lock these up."
He takes us to an old tree where he ties us there. Then, at least it seems, he starts to play a game, chanting a rhyme I've never heard before:
"Eenie, meenie, minie, mo, catch a tiger by the toe, if he hollers let 'em go, eenie meenie minie mo."
His finger lands on me and he grabs me by the hair. He drags me down past his cellar into a small cubcicle- an oobliette, I think- and chains my leg to the wall. Then he shuts and locks the door. I hear him whistling as he heads up the stairs.
(March 2, 2015 - 4:50 pm)
When Rhyker comes back from locking up Ramae, he smirks at me. "You're next, boy." I remain silent until the man has finished untying me from the tree, then I act.I struggle out of the man's grip, and dash away from him.
Rhyker tries to tackle me, but I kick him in the shin. He doubles over, and I take that opportunity to slam my knee into his forehead. Rhyker falls to the ground, unconcious.
"I can't believe I just did that," I gasp, half impressed and half horrified with myself. Being a humble architect, I've never fought a man in my life, much less knocked one out. I'm so distracted that I barely hear the others calling to me from the tree.
"Darius!" Nahla's voice. I look behind me.
"What?" I call back.
"Look for something to cut the rope off your hands, and untie us!"
I nod in understanding, and run around the perimeter of the house. Finally, I spy a chainsaw resting on a wooden workbench near the back of the Rhyker house. I put my hands over the saw, and carefully pull them down to cut the rope binding my hands. I'm about to run back and free the others, when I spy a suspicious looking yellow paper on the ground next to the workbench. I pick up the paper and see it's a letter.
Dear Mr. Belle,
The supplies are ready to be shipped and will arrive at your home in two days time. Please remember to keep the operation as descreet as possible. The others suspect nothing.
The Rhykers
(March 2, 2015 - 5:30 pm)
Nahla~
Darius picks up the paper and reads it slowly, walking over to us. He cuts us free and hands me the sheet. "Nahla, do you know this Mr. Belle?"
"No. I can find out. But we have to get out of here." I fold the paper and tuck it into my pocket, clipping it with a paperclip to the inside to make sure I don't lose it.
Alarie stops me. "We need Ramae."
Lena chimes in. "And Mel! She got us here."
Darius takes a deep breath. "Yes. We will get them. Somehow."
Holly closes her eyes for a minute, squeezing them shut. "But how?" she asks, voicing the question none of us wants to say.
I step forwards. "Ramae first. One step at a time."
Lena nods. "Rhyker took her downstairs. I could see as he closed the door."
"Let's go."
(March 2, 2015 - 9:29 pm)
Ramea~
There are no windows in the prison, but I can hear the rope being sliced. So I know they're looking for me.
There's lots of debris around the cell. I pick up two pieces and start smalshing them together. Then I start to whistle. A subtle beckon.
Suddenly I realize-- this debris is pretty strong. I carefully bang it against the chain. A few more hits and the chain breaks. I run over to the door and start throwing my body against it.
"Don't worry, May! We're here!"
With a sight of joy, I hear Holly's voice. Then I hear them talking.
"Any idea how to get me out?" I call.
"We're working on it," I hear Darius say. "But we don't have any material."
"There's lots of chunks of stuff here," I say. "It's very strong."
"Okay. Give us a minute."
I hear them whispering together again. Then Allarie speaks.
"We have a plan...."
(March 3, 2015 - 4:04 pm)
Mel~
I watch the older Rhyker pace the room.
"Why is he taking so long?" he hisses, glancing at me with narrowed eyes. "He should be here by now..." He looks at me again.
"Sorry little lady, but I'm 'fread I will kill you 'bout now." He slid out of knife, and I backed away out of fear. However, I couldn't go far, as I was tied to the wall. I closed my eyes, feeling the sharp point of the knife.
"No!" someone cries out. I open my eyes, seeing the rest of the crew here.
"I-i will kill her if you come any closer!" stutters Rhyker.
"Just get out of 'ere and save you bottoms! I can deal with this," I hiss, watching Rhyker.
"No! We can help you!" says Darius.
"If you get any closer, I will kill her," Rhyker repeats. I kick him in the leg, turning around. He punctures my stomach with the knife, and I grimace. He takes this moment to slice me again on the cheek and my shoulder. However, Alarie punches Rhyker, sending him to the ground. Ramea pins him down, and the old man finally faints on the floor.
"Gosh, that old brat got some good hits on me." I wince, touching my stomach.
"We got to get out of here, and get you to a doctor," Nahla worries.
"I'm fine. just stay away from me, will ya?"
(March 3, 2015 - 8:41 pm)
Nahla~
Mel staggers, but waves us off. Those are some serious injuries, though...
"Okay, let's go," I say. Everyone follows out of the house and climbs the trees into the treehouse district, grabbing our bags on the way. Lena leads us up a very high route so we can take a gondola all the way down to Ramae's house, where we all crash out in her living room. I hand Mel a canteen of water and a roll of bandages, but she takes them brusquely and bandages her face, shoulder, and side on her own.
Ramae gets herself an ice pack for her bruises and sits at the table with us as we discuss the note Darius recovered from Rhyker.
(March 4, 2015 - 9:18 pm)
Nadya
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No one had noticed me duck to side- they all had their plans. I just wasn't used to being near all the people, and I needed a breather. They were going to save Citali anyways, and since I didn't think it could be done in a day, I'd catch up later.
I discreetly tucked myself behind a tulip poplar, my favorite kind of tree(coincidentally a suicidal kind of tree as well). Ah, trees. So much easier than people.
"Hon, where you come from?" The man's voice was slurred- he had to be drunk. I stood as still as I could for a moment, in case he didn't mean me. When had there been drunks on the streets of Citali anyways? And during the day?
"Hon! I's talking to you!" He shoved his big face right in mine, so close I could smell the cheap beer on his breath. " Come 'ere and keep the big Rhyker company!" The name struck a chord. There were three Rhykers? Was it a code name for a whole society? My thoughts were washed away by the heavy hand on my arm. He started trying to pull me away somewhere, and I was too shocked to struggle. This had never happened to anyone I knew!
Suddenly, I heard familiar voices nearby. Rhyker 3 pulled me down under a hedge, so they wouldn't see, but this time I resisted.
"Want me to help bandage that up for you Mel?" I knew that voice!
"Thnaks for helping us put with that- we almost all got knives to our stomaches!" I knew that voice too! It was Lena and Darius and all of them!
I tried to scream the best I could, but two more men, one old and one young, materialized. The other Rhykers! There was no escaping whatever they had in store for me.
"Hey..." said the beautifully timed voice of Ramae. "Isn't that Nadya's shoe?"
"Where did she go, anyways?" added someone ( maybe Lena).
...
Dun, dun, dunnnnn.
(March 5, 2015 - 5:08 pm)
Darius~
I repeat the note's message over and over again. The more I think about it, the less it makes sense.
"So, anyone know a 'Mr. Belle'?" Lena asks half-heartedly.
I shake my head. "Even if we did, we'd have no way to find him. There's nowhere in Citali that takes two whole days to travel to. Unless..."
"What? Unless what?" Nahla says pressingly.
"He must live outside of the capital," I say.
(March 6, 2015 - 6:10 pm)
Uh oh, plot issue? Are they at the Rhykers' house with the 3rd Rhyker or are they at Ramae's discussing?
(March 6, 2015 - 9:23 pm)
Ramae's disussing, I think.
(March 7, 2015 - 9:06 am)
Top!
(March 8, 2015 - 4:08 pm)
TOPTOPTOP!!!! This is way too awesome to die!!
(March 9, 2015 - 8:46 pm)
Nahla~
"Out of the capital?" I ask.
Lena leans in. "Citali isn't the whole world, you know. Yes, over half the people live in the city, but there are plenty more out there. And it is the perfect place to hide a thief." She looks sideways at Mel apologetically. "Darius is right, Belle and Rhyker could very well be out there. We have to go."
I put up my hands in a time-out gesture. "We've been on our feet this whole day," I say. "We have to rest, and get supplies for the journey. Are we all going?"
Everyone nods. They're into this, and won't desert, for sure. I look everyone in the eye. "Get home and pack, and meet at my house -- city center -- in two hours. And then..." I look around at everyone -- Darius, Nadya, Mel, Ramae, Allarie, Lena. "And then we're going to get them."
(March 12, 2015 - 9:24 pm)