Singular Space (NOW HIRING! Positions available: Captain)

[Nalaris]

Off topic, but no..

However it works in the General Discussion forum. Go figure.

[Pie]

I FIXED IT!!! Nope, still dosent work.

[Leo Luncid]

I call Captain.

If not pirates, how about high-risk traders?

[AoM]

If I can't be the captain, then I want to be the hot-shot pilot.

And I'd rather be in space than on a sailing ship. Sorry pie, but it allows me to be more... pilot-y... if we're in a space ship.

[Fleegle]

I want to be the Bodyguard, but only on the condition that the ship is in space, otherwise, someone else can play.

[Lumin]

I'll have to join the next one. Two forum games + Cantr + RL means I've already got almost more than I can handle right now.

[Nalaris]

Alright, I'll grab the Doctor. I'm putting my vote to space. That makes it:

Space: 3 (Nalaris, Fleegle, AoM)
Sea: 2 (Pie, Leo)

Everyone is about average in basic physical and intellectual attributes, but the crew each have the Cantr equivalent of skillful in their specialties (medicine, piloting, guns, etc. etc.)

Alright, if any of your characters have hidden quirks, you're about to get a PM about it. Introduce your name in your first post. Try to stay true to your characters as the computers voice pipes up over the ship...(RP is in bold, GMing in italics)

"Captain" the computer speaks to the crew, which is currently assembled on the bridge of the tiny Maidens Hand. "Sensors detect a small trade vessel sending out a distress signal in a nearby asteroid field."

"Let's just keep our distance." the wafer thin doctor pipes up immediately. "For all we know that ships a bomb. We should just keep gong." The Doctor's name is Amanda Phobic (cheesy, yes, fitting, also yes).

[AoM]

"What kind of idiot trading vessel pilot sets a course through an asteroid field? You start playing dodgeball with asteroids you deserve to die..."

The grumbling pilot's name is Ira Matters.

[Pie]

*He inters the room wearing his full body suit, stained with oil, and a small cap on his head. He is 5foot10, with a few inches of fat*Wow, looks like they're in trouble.*Looks very distressed*Maby we should help them....

His name is Albert Flinch.

[Nalaris]

It's their own fault for getting in trouble like that, not ours! Let's get us the heck out of here, before we're all killed!

By the way, we need all players to respond at least once before we can act.

[Pie]

ok, lets stickey this, and then lets deleat any post not pretaining to the game, and then we can all edit our posts that have OOC information in them.

But they asked so nicley. We really should help them.

[Nalaris]

Why? Whatever did that to them is liable to do more to us.

Once this is stickied I'll hack all the OOC out of my posts.

[Pie]

What would... or could do that to them? I say we help those in need of help. Besides, that flare is greenish purplish. That means there asking nisley.

[AoM]

Jee-buz... will you two knock it off? Look, obviously they're idiots for running into an asteroid and probably don't deserve our help, but if the captain decides to help them it's not like we're all going to die.

He looks squarely at the doctor and adds: ...You big wuss.

[Leo Luncid]

"Enough," Captain Seid Fhmi calmly spoke, "I've many plans ahead of me, and I'm trying to fit this situation into my schedule." He stood with one hand behind his back, the other massaging his forehead. He adjusts his cap.
"Let's not make immediate assumtions, everybody. For now it's not what we think, but what we know, and that's that someone is calling for help... Mr. Matters, make a cautious approach towards the small trade vessel. I want all senses open, all of you." He turned and resumed to whatever he was doing, which may vary from pouring over documents to watching a moniter.