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EVE-Online RP Discussion and Resources => EVE Fiction + Fiction discussion => Topic started by: Andreus Ixiris on 13 Dec 2012, 12:21
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Alright, so here's the idea. I want to make a Christmas present for all of you showing how much I appreciate you all, so here's my idea. It is an established fact in EVE Online PF that capsuleers have fanbases. Capsuleers in general have billions of fans, enthusiasts and wannabes. Specific capsuleers can have fanbases ranging from hundreds for relatively new faces to hundreds of thousands or millions for well-known, established figures. Every post ever made on the IGS is intensively analysed and scrutinised by the public, and there are message boards in which there are long-running arguments about the long-running arguments we have on message boards.
And what do fandoms do? Fan fiction. Fan art. Cosplay. Conventions. Gallentean society in particular is chock-full of these things, but I would imagine that fandoms exist in all four empires - after all, even the Amarrians have the Paxistas, which is a fandom for print revisions of a theological essay. So what if capsuleers actually went to a convention based around their own fans? What sort of hijinx would ensue? This is primarily an exercise in comedy, and people should be aware of that going into it, but the concept of a collision between capsuleer fandom and reality is very interesting to me.
The basic story conceit is that Andreus has proposed, mostly for his own amusement, an incognito excursion to a large and prestigious capsuleer fandom convention (on a relative scale, think Comicon or Anime Expo), most likely held in a mild low-sec system for "authenticity." The concept is to have a few "wingmen" capsuleers sign up as known guests of honour, while the rest attend under pseudonyms and false identities just for giggles.
This will be at least a partially collaborative effort, since I'll often need to consult with you on how your characters would react to certain situations. The canonicity of this little short is entirely up to you guys, but I'd prefer to write it with an eye to something that at least could have happened, so nothing too whacky or out-there will occur.
N.B. If your character is going dressed as another character, I'd generally like you to get the permission of that character's player first, just to avoid any potential drama.
Current Involved Characters:
Andreus Ixiris (incognito, dressed as himself, under the name "Anatonen Sarabaki," which is a Caldari calque of his name)
Arnulf Ogunkoya (incognito)
Ava Starfire
Bai'xao Meiyi
Graelyn (openly)
Grideris (incognito)
Istvaan Shogaatsu (openly)
Kalaratiri (incognito, dressed as one of the Republic Fleet Firetails)
Katrina Oniseki
Lyn Farel (incognito)
Myrhial Arkenath (incognito, dressed as herself)
Norrin Ellis (openly, and how!)
Pieter Tuulinen (incognito, dressed as Verin "Stitcher" Haktain)
Saede Riordan
Sid Afraldir (openly)
Stitcher (incognito, dressed as Pieter Tuulinen)
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I for one, am still deciding whether I should go dressed as Verone, or Norrin. More ideas are welcome.
EDIT: I've decided. I will become the Norrin.
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Oh this looks awesome on so many deep and fulfilling levels. This is even better then our characters playing IC D&D. I so want to get involved in this.
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Ava will likely attend dressed as a "Sid Afraldir" fangirl.
(http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q148/L1A1/20121213184216.jpg)
This will be fun.
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Morwen would probably get a laugh out of attending this.
Not sure if she'd go as someone else, "herself", incognito, or actually herself, though.
If she went as another capsuleer I can think of one or two she might be able to pull off, though. :lol:
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Kat would walk up to a bunch of blonde girls wearing their hair perfectly kept back in white suits. They all watch her carefully.
She stares at them
They stare at her
She stares at them more... narrows eyes.
They narrow eyes back at her.
She frowns.
They frown.
...
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"Katrinas."
"Katrina.""Katrina.""Katrina.""Katrina.""Katrina.""Katrina.""Katrina.""Katrina.""Katrina."
Kat throws her arms open and says, "YOU GUYS ARE GREAT", and they all hug, get some drinks, talk about what life is really like, etc.
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I'm trying to imagine Jev fangirls and -boys. It's hard. I suspect most of them would be rebellious teenagers of some description..
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Ahah, sounds bril, I'm in.
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Ahah, sounds bril, I'm in.
And what, pray tell, will you be doing? Making yourself known, or going incognito? And if so, as who? :P
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There are times and places for incognito, but this isn't one. As for what I'll be doing... surprise me :F
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Sounds fun. Why not, incognito should do it.
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I laughed so damn hard reading this. Excellent idea!
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I shall have to bring my very finest plain brown robe.
(openly, sir!)
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Ooo! Ooo! Pick me!
Kala would go dressed as one of the Republic Fleet Firetails :D
Louella (I think, it was definitely one of the nuns. Could have been Synthia though xD) invented them, a group of women in the Republic fleet who all have red hair and all fly Firetails. They also have their own show, and Louella wondered if Kala was one of them. I've been sort of running with it ever since :)
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Ooo! Ooo! Pick me!
Kala would go dressed as one of the Republic Fleet Firetails :D
Louella (I think, it was definitely one of the nuns. Could have been Synthia though xD) invented them, a group of women in the Republic fleet who all have red hair and all fly Firetails. They also have their own show, and Louella wondered if Kala was one of them. I've been sort of running with it ever since :)
Oh, awesome... and player created fiction that should be PF. Firetails... that is win!
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A convention? This is exactly the sort of event where Norrin's shameless marketing is actually appropriate! I think I would like to attend with my swarm of merchandisers, setting up booths to offer all sorts of toys and apparel. I might even drive to the event in the racing team's flagship--a Navythron--full of fans dressed as their favorite former VRT pilots, of course.
Free Norrin Ellis shades for the kids!
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Verin's reason for being incognito as Pieter?
"Well, I was going to do Verin Hakatain but then people said it was too good and I might be mistaken for the real thing."
refuge in audacity!
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A convention? This is exactly the sort of event where Norrin's shameless marketing is actually appropriate! I think I would like to attend with my swarm of merchandisers, setting up booths to offer all sorts of toys and apparel. I might even drive to the event in the racing team's flagship--a Navythron--full of fans dressed as their favorite former VRT pilots, of course.
Free Norrin Ellis shades for the kids!
Better make sure to get some shades from you now that I'm going as Norrin.
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BloodBird would likely love to show up, his endless curiosity taking him new and interesting places.
This sounds completely awesome, and somewhat overwhelming, perhaps. Good luck with this Andreus.
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That would be awesome, Norrin.
As one of your racing pilots, it would behoove me to be apart of your promotional efforts if I can.
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Saede's just going to go as herself and hope she's small time enough as a capsuleer to not get a crowd.
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A truly amazing idea oO
I can't imagine Adreena going to this kind of convention (nothing to do there anyway ^^), but I sure am eager to read the result =)
Again, great idea, and good luck !
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Talking with Sakaane. Might be able to convince her that her and Morwen going as each other would be funny.
Failing that, Morwen will probably go as herself as I don't think there's anyone else she could really pull off properly. :P
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This probably isn't Saede's first convention. She's sort of a capsuleer fangirl. (shh, don't tell Stitcher about the poster of him on her wall)
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Logan would love to go as well!
Wouldn't be in disguise.
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Hmm, are currently out of game characters welcome?
If so, I doubt Sai would go, she's off being crazy again, and most of my alts are small time.
Chantal D'len would probably go as herself, but is so small time that no one would reconize her. And she'd probably flirt with at least half the con goers, no matter who they were.
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A truly amazing idea oO
I can't imagine Adreena going to this kind of convention (nothing to do there anyway ^^), but I sure am eager to read the result =)
Again, great idea, and good luck !
My character wouldnt probably either, but I thought it was just for the giggles.
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Verin's reason for being incognito as Pieter?
"Well, I was going to do Verin Hakatain but then people said it was too good and I might be mistaken for the real thing."
refuge in audacity!
Pieter's reasons for going as Stitcher include an homage to a respected Civire rolemodel and the realisation that stopping shaving for a couple of weeks was easier than getting a REAL costume.
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That would be awesome, Norrin.
As one of your racing pilots, it would behoove me to be apart of your promotional efforts if I can.
Racebros for life! Autographs and photo ops!
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This capsuleer convention is now a Lord Vaari convention.
Though Im sure he would let us dress as his servants.
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Where is this convention to be held?
Arnulf would be curious about it but would likely attend incognito. That would be difficult in a Matari setting where his tattoos would identify him. That said he probably doesn't think of himself as having any sort of personal fan base. So maybe he'd just come along as himself.
OK, I'm in.
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SIGN RAXIP UP. In a shoddy white wig, pretending to be Ava. But obviously himself. And probably hounded by a /really really creepy/ fanclub.
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SIGN RAXIP UP. In a shoddy white wig, pretending to be Ava. But obviously himself. And probably hounded by a /really really creepy/ fanclub.
Ohgod. Win.
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Or on stilts with a terrible fake red mohawk on a bald cap, and an oversized bottle of Kimotoro Gold.
:3
He would shout at everyone.
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Or on stilts with a terrible fake red mohawk on a bald cap, and an oversized bottle of Kimotoro Gold.
:3
He would shout at everyone.
How is this different than normal? :P
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...I guess it isn't. The stilts thing, though.
tbh I'd rather he went as 'Ava' though.
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Hilion would have to go. But who should he dress as?
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Hilion would have to go. But who should he dress as?
Malaneth.
Her rage would be -hilarious-.
(Of course, her going as him to mock him would be pretty funny too. If she were into that sort of thing.)
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Talking with Sakaane. Might be able to convince her that her and Morwen going as each other would be funny.
I'm here I'm here I'm here I'm here I'm here.
A musical duo going as their opposite would be fun. Can Morwen sing? Because Sak can, and Sak can play at least one or more of the same instruments that Morwen does (though she's very rusty!).
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Talking with Sakaane. Might be able to convince her that her and Morwen going as each other would be funny.
I'm here I'm here I'm here I'm here I'm here.
A musical duo going as their opposite would be fun. Can Morwen sing? Because Sak can, and Sak can play at least one or more of the same instruments that Morwen does (though she's very rusty!).
She's a little out of practice but yes, she can. I take it one of Sak's old songs would be on the menu for additional irony/comedy? :P
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Please sign Salena Ashera up, fandom a mixture of fed citizen, Minmatar wannabes and republic/fed citizens with a slavery back ground or a Du Volle fanboi.
As shes a shamany type thing and max rank in minnie and republic millitias.
She'd go as herself in a silk dress ( an example of how I imagine her to look http://www.goodorient.com/images/P/WD1212_200.jpg ), with her hair tied back, even considering it's probably in a city or some such, she'd likely be barefoot or in simple sandles.
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I had not seen this somehow.. Sign me up >.<
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Alright. This project is probably going to take a while, so I'm going to upload the first two chapters now, and do it as sort of a serial thing.
Egghelende V – Moon 13 – University of Caille Orbital
Transit Tunnel LN-4224, Portside Habitation Wing
09:32 EST, 04-01-115
My name is Andreus Ixiris. and I am fifteen minutes away from the realisation of the best idea I've ever had.
I'm currently standing in the carriage of a transit monorail with a group of just over a dozen other people. We're an interesting mix of races and genders – sitting across from me, right next to each other are two impossibly square-jawed men, one of whom sports a beard which he doesn't seem entirely comfortable with, and one of whom is clean-shaven and clearly somewhat unused to it. One of them is my most excellent and long-suffering friend Verin Haktain. The other one, a man named Pieter Tuulinen, whom I barely know, is dressed as Verin. Verin is dressed as him. I am dressed as myself. This is because we're going to a convention of people who idolize us, disguised as the people they idolize.
Perhaps I need to explain a few things.
Let's assume for a moment you have no idea what a capsuleer is. I'd ask you what rock you've been living under for the past decade, but the nation I was raised in would call such questioning “culturally insensitive.” I know some people come from rural communities who're barely aware we can travel through space at all, let alone that we have space pilots who spend a great deal of time functionally indistinguishable from the ships they fly.
I'm a space pilot of some renown (more on that in a minute) who's one of the lucky few who can operate the hydrostatic capsule – a piece of advanced technology given to our society by deeply cryptic benefactors of dubious motivation. It lets a suitably-prepared pilot interface his brain directly with a spaceship, giving him a level of control over it unmatched by even the most efficient and well-trained crew. Modern versions of it come with additional features that make you functionally immortal as long as you aren't too attached to a specific body. So there's that.
Turns out that when you give a human being complete functional control over equipment as powerful as a starship and a literal eternity to do what they like with it, they become a little hard to manage. They become a little bit detached from conventional notions of society and morality. We sort of built a culture all of our own, based around paranoia, grandstanding, money and obscene amounts of violence, and like any strange and exotic culture that people don't really understand, we have a fandom.
Currently, we're pretending to be members of it. This is going to be absolutely hilarious for a number of reasons which I can't adequately explain to you. I'm attending dressed as myself, which is, admittedly, a pretty easy thing to do. Other members of the entourage I've put together are attending under various guises from the mundane to the somewhat outlandish. For instance, the Sebiestor woman I'm sitting next to – Ava, who I respect but don't know very well – is going disguised as another Sebiestor. Who's a man. I'm not sure whether to be amazed or unsettled at how perfectly she's pulled it off.
The idea is to mingle with our adoring fans without them even knowing we're among them. Obviously, this poses a few difficulties, since usually, people at these events expect us to do something like this, but I happen to have planned for this little problem, and with the capsuleer celebrities I've arranged for the convention to have attending openly, no-one will be any the wiser. You would not believe who's on the guests of honour list!
Egghelende V – Moon 13 – University of Caille Orbital
Foiritan Suite, Cyrelle Convention Centre, Portside Habitation Wing
09:40 EST, 04-01-115
My name is Istvaan Shogaatsu, and I'm kind of a big deal.
In case you haven't heard of me, I'm a man of wealth and taste, and I enjoy wallowing in luxury, the collection of priceless cultural antiques, political intrigue and murder. I do all of these things really well, but if you've heard of me it's probably because of one of the people I killed. Or one of the things I did when I was experimenting with neural boosters. You know how those are, I'm sure.
My acquaintances in capsuleer circles believe I'm assisting in the execution of a prank planned by a man named Andreus Ixiris, a capsuleer of fairly modest achievement who'd usually be way beneath my notice. They are partially correct. I honestly think that no matter how his idea turns out, it'll be hilarious for someone, and I'm happy to help in that respect. But that's not actually why I'm here. The reason why I'm here is that someone is playing a game, and wants to make me a piece, rather than a player.
I'm currently looking at my own dead body. Of course, it's not actually my dead body, because I wouldn't have fallen for the “mild sedative in the coffee creamer into thin-profile knife between the ribs” gambit like this tool lying on the floor of my suite. That's such an unimaginative way of killing someone I'm almost offended, but I'm simultaneously glad the world is rid of someone silly enough to fall for it. I don't even know why he's here. Is he one of the convention staff? No, they don't dress up. Must be a fan. Perhaps he wanted a taste of the luxury his idol lives in. Pretty impressive that he managed to sneak in here, though.
I rummage through the pockets of his coat – a knock-off of a Vallou original. Not authentic but so admirably tailored for an imitation that I can picture myself wearing it – purely ironically, of course. Oh, sweet, whoever killed him left his wallet, and he's loaded! Obviously, it's just Gallentean planetary currency, not even worth a single interstellar kredit, but pocket change is very useful on occasion. ISK is very useful when you want to buy everyone at a convention a round of drinks (or, alternatively, buy everyone at a convention, period. No, really, that happened once!) but paying for things like a restaurant tab on ISK is total overkill unless you're buying a bottle of the FC 33 Tikiona to go with the meal.
I did that once. The wine was rich and complex, deep oak flavours with hints of roiling political discontent and imminent orbital bombardment (although that may have been the six lungfuls of Mindflood I huffed before the meal).
His personal effects identify him as a Monsieur Derek Alivaux of Tolle III, thirty one years old, a high-level manager in a minor CreoDron subsidiary and a divorcee. He has super-sponsor registration so he'd have been present at the VIP luncheon I'm scheduled to do on day three. He also has a high-grade print of my Imperial Apocalypse, which I presume he wanted autographed. I sign it and put it back in his pocket. I'm not all that big on sentimentality, but it seems like the right thing to do.
A thought suddenly strikes me as I'm doing this: he's a high-level manager with an ex-wife. I mean, while the most likely explanation is that he got caught in a hit aimed at me, it's not entirely beyond the bounds of possibility that someone wanted him dead. He looks enough like me that an assassin who was either sloppy or scared of discovery might not take the time to investigate further, but then again, what better cover for the true purpose of an assassination than to kill him while he's dressed like a much juicier target?
After all, the best time to kill the president's aide is when he's standing next to the president. That almost happened once, but he made me a better offer.
Shit, I'm doing that thing when I wax lyrical on assassinations when I find dead bodies in my hotel room. I really need to stop mixing Crash and Blue Pill, and on top of that I should probably hide this body. Listen, go and read about whatever hilarious bullshit Andreus and his friends are up to while I work that out, alright?
Cool.
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:eek:
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(http://i.imgur.com/Ou217.jpg?1?1822)
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This capsuleer convention is now a Lord Vaari convention Lord Vaari, Earl of Sosan VII, Founder and despot of the Imperial Pharmacy, self proclaimed prophet, golden mountain, the world's most beloved hero, teacher of faith, speaker of unquestioned truth, high father. archbishop of the Church of Providence, carrier of the Heaven's light, symbol of unchallenged victory, manifestation of faith, hero of the Providence, liberator of Providence, paragon of all virtues, skilled miner, great industrialist, inspiring leader, and many more impressive titles Convention.
Though Im sure he would let us dress as his servants.
fyp
p.s. - keep it up, Andreus. This thread has me laughing.
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\O)
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Andreus, that's flabbergastingly brilliant.
"The wine was rich and complex, deep oak flavours with hints of roiling political discontent and imminent orbital bombardment."
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Love it :D
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Those bits were massively entertaining. Can't wait to read the rest.
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Awesome
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Excellent writing - you managed to sum up the confusion and awkwardness such an occaision would engender perfectly!
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Good read.
<3 Andy
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:Popcorn:
More. Bring me more. :D
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MOAR MOAR MOAR MOAR
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Would read again.
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Would read again.
I did read it again :D
Moar plz.
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Great opening. Please do write more!
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@_@ Is it too late to hop on this bandwagon?! Can I bring Mitty?! CAN I BRING THE KIDS?!
Edit: By the way, you might be interested to know that that particular station you have the convention taking place in is used by several Amarr militia corps as a base.
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This is so, so win. Like, awesome!
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:wtf: WHERE IS THE REST OMG
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There will be more delays, I'm afraid. I'm FWing right now :(
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There will be more delays, I'm afraid. I'm FWing right now :(
Why not write more while orbiting buttons? :D You can use a web based notepad with the igb and keep enough screen space for d-scan AND local !
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Why not write more while orbiting buttons? :D You can use a web based notepad with the igb and keep enough screen space for d-scan AND local !
That's how I watch my porn.
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No wonder you plex so much.
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Whats happening with this?
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I can't believe I missed out on this! Write moar, faster!
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Why is Anslo not in this story > : |....
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Where is the rest of this story *Pokes Andy with a stick*
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*Pokes Andy with...something*
Come on come on come on come on, there neeeeeeeeeeds to be more of this.
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Am I too late to this
party convention?
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Just a little bit, dear.
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That awkward moment you turn up in a thread a year late.
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Apologies for the unlicensed Necromancy
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No-one does thread necromancy like I do thread necromancy.
RISE FROM YOUR GRAVE.
Egghelende V – Moon 13 – University of Caille Orbital
Outer Concourse, Cyrelle Convention Centre, Portside Habitation Wing
09:52 EST, 04-01-115
My name is Verin Haktain, and I'm not really sure how I feel about all of this.
Andreus has a lot of ideas. Some of them end up working out really well. Some of them at least have interesting outcomes. A few of them... well, let's just say that just because you can't technically die, doesn't mean you can't experience tragedy.
Not that I expect this will end in tragedy – it's a five-day outing to a capsuleer convention. It's not exactly like we're going to end up blowing up a star or causing a planetary invasion or slapping someone's fiancé about the face, but Andreus seems to be absolutely convinced that this entire outing is going to be absolutely hilarious for reasons he can't quite articulate clearly. Mind you, I've had ideas that sounded excellent at the time and turned out terrible so I can't really complain, I guess.
The non-sponsor registration line for this damned thing stretches across an area roughly equivalent to a Mind Clash stadium, and in this moment I understand why Andreus insisted we all spring for at least sponsor registration, since it gets us into the fast-track line. He's going super-sponsor, of course, which means he and the four others who joined him get an even faster line. I briefly wonder whether paying for the privilege of not wasting time standing in queues is more indicative of the Gallente mindset or the Caldari one. I conclude it's too close to call and then take a moment to examine my forged ID.
The interesting loophole in the legality of this entire operation is that we all docked and registered with station control under our own names, but we're using falsified identification manifests to get into the convention – the thing is, that's technically legal under some obscure baselining laws local to this constellation. As long as we aren't deceiving any person with legally-recognised judicial or bureaucratic authority or reneging on a payment, it's apparently entirely fine to lie about our names and places of birth if we want to.
The Federation's legal system sure is weird.
My ID claims that I'm Verin Situurnen, 37 years old, employee of the Modern Finances corporation, born in Jita, living in Laurvier. Classic undercover trick – choose an alias with your own first name, so you can't be caught off-guard. MF's a good cover, since it's off the megacorporate radar but still significant, with offices all over the cluster. I chose Jita as my place of birth because in the unlikely off-chance that someone wanted to look me up, they'd have to trawl a registry with tens of billions of names on it – by the time they'd finished, the convention would be over. Laurvier as current domicile makes me a State expatriate, which raises less eyebrows than a corpie visiting from the State itself.
See? I put a lot of thought into this.
Currently, I'm dressed as a capsuleer named Pieter Tuulinen. Pieter Tuulinen, who's standing behind me, looks distinctly uncomfortable with the beard he had to grow to convincingly imitate me. The moment he told me he was going dressed as me, I decided that I absolutely had to go dressed as him. Didn't make a big thing of it – Caldari humour is sort of like that. You make the joke and you never explain it because it should be obvious.
But if I had to explain, I'd say it works so well in this case because we look enough like each other that I suppose, to the untrained eye, if we swapped facial hair and fashion choices we could be mistaken for each other. He's not quite a close enough facsimile to be mistaken for my brother but the resemblance is there. No jokes about Civire inbreeding and square chins, please – I've heard them all, and most of them weren't even funny the first time.
“So,” he says. “Thoughts?”
"Thoughts?" I scratch the stubble of my dearly departed beard and shuffle forward a little. “I'm thinking this is pretty slow for a 'fast-track' line.”
“Well, give the poor bastards some credit,” he replies, “there's got to be close to a thousand people in this line alone? And they have about, what?” He leans out of the line a bit, squinting to try and catch a glimpse of the front. “Twenty people processing us?”
“They could make a drone, perhaps,” I remark. Even I'm not entirely sure how much I'm joking. "This isn't exactly the sort of job I envision needing a keen mind."
“Oh, come on, Verin, be nice,” the woman in front of me chides. “They're putting on five days worth of entertainment for tens of thousands of strange people with a weird obsession - oh, and as a matter of fact, a couple dozen of those strange people happen to be us. Be more appreciative!”
This is Katrina Oniseki, a fleet commander from an Ishukone subsidiary. Given that she works for the same megacorporation I owe my loyalty to, we have a fairly cordial relationship. We're friends, with a healthy respect for one another, and some minor, respectful disagreements on each other's beliefs. She also has a wife who's nearly as nice as my own.
“Alright, yeah, yeah. You're right,” I concede. “And I guess I should feel flattered that they go to so much trouble to convince people how amazing we are.”
“Yeah!” She chirps, brightly. “Yeah, you should! Although I didn't really need any convincing.”
Currently, she's got her makeup applied just a little too heavy, and she's wearing an outfit that apes her normal knife-sharp white parade dress, but there's some very visible stitching, the fabric is obviously of a lower quality and it's ever-so-slightly asymmetrical. She's gone as a poor imitation of herself. Beautiful. Caldari humour at its finest.
“Yeah, well, one thing I have to say for the Gallente,” I remark, nodding gently to myself, “when their ideas actually, you know, work, they work. Say what you will about taste-"
"Don't worry," replies Pieter, "I will."
"... but they haven't half-assed this thing. I mean look at this.” I point to the life-size diorama suspended above our heads – a replica of an Ishkur assault frigate and a Crow interceptor fighting, with attendant drones. Both the Ishkur and the Crow have sustained serious armour and structural damage. I'm looking through a hole in the Crow's hull, and from what I know of the ship, the placement of the exposed structural elements and internal systems is accurate. Damn, someone's really done their research!
“So this place,” Pieter says, phrasing it as the start of a question but not finishing it.
I turn to him. “Do you mean the convention, or the convention centre?”
“The convention itself, yeah. What's their take? Why do they do this?”
“Money,” I reply flatly.
He cocks his head. “Really?”
“Really, Pieter. I mean the concept is Gallente, but the execution's Caldari to the very core. Put tens of thousands of people with a wide variety of artistic talents who share a very specific obsession in one place, make them pay out the nose for the simple privilege of being here and charge a commission on everything anyone who can make something sells. Winds be merciful, the Practicals wish they could be this good!”
“Are you sure?” He retorts. “We're talking a random selection of people from across the cluster who just happen to be interested in capsuleers...”
“... who all have enough disposable income to get a secure shuttle flight to a station in a Gallentean border system and afford the hotel fees. Trust me, they know what they're doing.”
Pieter nods affirmatively, and makes to say something, but at that moment we're interrupted by someone standing in the regular attendee line. “Dude, is that a fuckin' Stitcher cosplay you got there?”
It's some Gallentean teen with hair dyed lurid violet with streaks of scarlet running through it. He's wearing a long-sleeved jacket that's made of leather, with occasional patches of that weird translucent material Gallentean fashion is so obsessed with nowadays, so I can see his biceps and his nipples through it. I'm very much used to Gallenteans looking strange, but I guess Pieter hasn't had quite so much experience, because he's staring just a little.
“Yes,” he says, quietly. “Yes, it is.”
“Dude, that's amazing!” He replies enthusiastically. “You look just like him! Awesome work!”
“Oh,” Pieter mumbles. “Thanks.”
Our line shuffles forward, and his doesn't, so we can't continue talking, but he gives us a friendly wave as we move on. Pieter and I look at each other. We're both trying not to smile, and we're both not quite succeeding.
Alright, Andreus. You might be onto something here.
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+1 kabillion for best necromancy ever. I couldn't find a Like button so I reported the post to a moderator instead, hope that's okay
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I am going to claim full responsibility for this. You are all welcome.
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I'm
jealous, annoyed, angry, disappointed that mercs don't have that kind of fandoms.
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I am overjoyed by the existence of this story.
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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
This is fantastic, and even though pretty much a year-and-a-half old idea, still is awesome. More. It needs more. You've got a long list of names to cycle through, Andreus. I'll be watching you.
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Awesome. :D
--and not sure if Mak would be game. If Kat pulled her along, she'd play along, grumbling, until someone started putting drinks in her. Then there would be shenanigans. Oh yes. Shenanigans.
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Awesome. :D
--and not sure if Mak would be game. If Kat pulled her along, she'd play along, grumbling, until someone started putting drinks in her. Then there would be shenanigans. Oh yes. Shenanigans.
Rawr! :cube: