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[SLACK ROLEPLAYING LOG] #rp-exploration: Drill #amwriting #storytelling #roleplaying #OtherSpace
ByWesAppearing silently against the backdrop of the nebula, the Zheng He reverts to normal space. While the exterior of the ship is calm, the bridge is bustling as Lieutenant Thrum starts giving orders, “Ensign Inokori, lay in a course to the Rucker. Ensign Armand, get them on comms and see about getting us docked to…
The Orion Arm’s getting bigger…
ByWesSo Coyote came to me with a suggestion that I really like, because it adds meat to the bones of the original OtherSpace theme and prevents us from potentially throwing away a lot of groundwork that players and staffers have put into worlds in other universes. It would also mean that, with just a little…
Classic OtherSpace Log: Speak of the Devil
ByWesA couple of Timonae on Tomin Kora encounter the famously unintelligible Tito Aldente. Last Call Tavern A place like this makes a person wish every chair sat with its back to a wall. The tavern is a dark and shadowy place, the outside glow of the nebula filtering in weakly while pale blue plasma lanterns…
Letting go
ByWesA couple of months back, I announced that I was sharpening my scythe to start tying up loose ends with absentee characters. I’ve implemented a couple of these and reached the conclusion that it’s just not worth the effort or frustration. Ostensibly, the goal is to let lapsed players know that their characters are important…
[SLACK ROLEPLAYING LOG] #rp-mars: “We Have Her”
ByWesThe lieutenant searches the body and radios in its location while several others look around the area. The winds have clearly pushed the dust on the ground around to cover any tracks, but several of those in the search party point out several possible areas that the missing person could have went. After some discussion…
31 Days of OtherSpace No. 30: Underestimation
ByWesThe massive flagship burned in a decaying orbit over a green-blue gas giant, making a slow death spiral toward the crushing gravity below. Vard Bokren had imagined an end much like this. He just hadn’t expected it to come now at the hands of the little temperamental lizards that the late Zar’s loyalists had scraped…