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2157 October 31st, the Milky Way, B.O.T.U.
"Bzz... I.C.A.R.U.S. reporting. Spacecraft B.O.T.U. in critical condition, lightspeed controls damaged, repair
requested. Oxygen generator damaged, approximately 120 hours of oxygen remaining for all humans on board.
Securing a safe landing plane set as number one priority... bz... bzzz..."

2157 Nov 3rd, the Milky Way, B.O.T.U.
"Bzz... bzz. I.C.A.R.U.S. reporting, a planetary object with a circumference of 24,901 miles reported 3,106
miles ahead, identity unknown... bz... identity confirmed in database. 'Earth' reported ahead. Last known
status: uninhabitable. Last recorded event: 2151 Planetary Disaster. At current velocity, 12 hours until
contact... bzz... Confirm course for 'Earth'?"

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⟐ ━ You are a crew member aboard the B.O.T.U., the name of an American spacecraft, and the only one known to
escape the 2151 Planetary Disaster on Earth. For 6 years you have hurtled through the Milky Way in search of a
habitable planet, only to find chaos and loss. Now with critical levels and a twelve hours until the B.O.T.U.
becomes unsurvivable, the only planet close by is Earth - the very same one you just managed to escape amidst
ruins of nuclear disaster, thanks to life's cruel irony. Nobody knows if it's survivable, inhabitable. Nobody knows
how much as changed or even if anyone is alive. But that's the decision you all have to make: to die in space not
knowing, or to perhaps chose a different path to death... by going home.

⟐ ━ You are a survivor on Earth - the war-torn, nuclear-ravaged planet with great pockets of nuclear winter. It has
taken you great strength to survive until now, with the radiation still present and dangers at every corner. Life
hasn't been easy, but somehow perhaps you've gotten accustomed to the day ins and outs of the bizarre, deadly,
and beautiful world you now live in. What will happen when a brilliant flash of light in the sky disturbs your
peace... and suddenly, you are no longer alone?

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⟐ Tech As a sci-fi roleplay taking place 2157CE, lightspeed travel has been invented, as have AI and proto-portals
(limited time usage). High-speed gravity-defying transportation have also been invented, but after the Disaster, have
mostly fallen into disrepair.
⟐ Crew All crew members aboard the B.O.T.U. ("Birth of the Universe") are either AI or humans. The ship itself is
automatically controlled by the AI, I.C.A.R.U.S., or just Icarus for short.
⟐ B.O.T.U. B.O.T.U. was not built for long-term survival purposes, and its inhabitants found themselves on it by luck
(it had just been taking off as the disaster happened). In fact, it's rather more like a cozy house that's currently in
danger of falling apart. It has 4 levels:

- 3rd level: the top-most, for sleeping quarters and bathrooms.
- 2nd level: the common area, dining room/kitchen, navigation panel/engine room (I.C.A.R.U.S unit)
- 1st level: also called the "deck", it has small laboratories, the airlock/spacesuit/departure room,
xxxxxxxxxxgreenhouse, and observatory
- B1 level: also called the "sub-deck", it has all food/supply/water stuffs and miscellaneous storage items
⟐ 2151 The 2151 Planetary Disaster is essentially a nuclear war that destroyed much habitable space on Earth, and
most life, sending parts of the planet into a deep nuclear winter. Earth's current condition (6 years after) is unknown,
but still rather bleak.

- The Brooklyn/Manhattan area still maintains a relatively high level of radiation, where gas masks are
highly recommended. Some humans seem to be more resistant than others, although exposure to nuclear energy
is typically fatal, or at least causing severe harm. AI are typically resistant and are primarily affected by the cold.
- The world population has been decimated, as the spots of nuclear winter make it difficult for plant and animal
life to survive. Humans survive in sparse groups (those who were lucky) or as loners (think: Walking Dead without
the zombies).
⟐ Survivors Survivors on Earth, whether human, AI, cyborg, or android, have adapted to the new Earth
in their own ways. Some live in groups; some live alone. Some make one place their home; some are always on the move.
While humans may scavenge for food (not affected by the radiation), electricity and battery sources are harder
to find. Non-humans may often use solar energy to power themselves.
⟐ Other Life Forms Alien life may have found its way onto the vulnerable Earth. Radiation affects them
all differently, as does Earth itself. They can be hostile or benign. For now, they are very few in number.



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⟐ Follow site rules as usual. (ie no explicit scenes, gore...)
⟐ No power-playing or romance between your own characters.
⟐ Involve others and don't go too fast.
⟐ PM or post before initiating major plot changes (large enemy, character dies, etc)
⟐ Try to balance genders/type of character/ages, but this is not necessary.
⟐ Your character can either be a crew member aboard the B.O.T.U. or someone (or something) on Earth. You may
have up to 3 characters of any type.

- Crew members: Cannot be younger than 10. AI or human. AI, artificial intelligence, may include
holograms or androids. Holograms are AI located in an object that may project a human form, which can solidify
depending on the hologram's design. Androids are classic robots but may look exactly like humans. Androids are
rarer than holograms. Cyborgs are still classified as HUMAN but have robot limbs, etc and are not uncommon.

- Earth: Cannot be younger than 10. AI or human or a sentient alien (these are very few in number
[ 1-3 for now ]; those who have arrived may be of different species.
Appearance and nature vary from humanoid to animal-like. Their role will greatly expand later in the RP.)
⟐ Forms must be PMed to me for approval before posting (discussion thread to be created). Include at least:
name, age, species, status (location), sexual orientation (any allowed), gender (any allowed), personality, short
backstory, image reference [no anime fcs, you may use semi-realistic or realistic ones] or a detailed description

- Know simple aesthetic coding. Anything beyond that is not required, unless you'd prefer.
- Reserve by PM (lasts 48 hours [ie 2 days]).
- Make your own form but fill it out with all necessary info. Have fun with your character(s)!
⟐ Literacy: At least 2 paragraphs per character per post. WB should be made known. Proper grammar
spelling generally required. Disable sigs in the main thread (opt in discussion thread) and please use at least 85pt
font. Inform me if you'll be absent for any substantial period of time!

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Name (link to form) ▪ Apparent Age ▪ Apparent Gender ▪ Species ▪ Roleplayer

B.O.T.U.
⟐ Icarus ▪ 24 ▪ Male ▪ Holographic AI ▪ Incarna
⟐ Quentin ▪ 23 ▪ Male ▪ Android ▪ Butter Dragon
⟐ Mia Paris Harper ▪ 19 ▪ Female ▪ Human ▪ Butter Dragon
⟐ Yuri Gagarin ▪ physically 16, acts 10 ▪ Commonly referred to as male ▪ Exploration drone ▪ Wormgod
⟐ Isabella Heaton ▪ 25 ▪ Female ▪ Cyborg ▪ Saxhleel
⟐ Dion Kasper ▪ 11 ▪ Male ▪ Human ▪ thelowercase_king
⟐ Rän-aki Kelde ▪ 27 ▪ Female ▪ Human ▪ Xiabrine
⟐ Melanie Cortav ▪ 21, 30 intellectually ▪ Female ▪ Cyborg ▪ Nawratus
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Count: 8 ❘ Pending: 0


Earth
⟐ Toph Suri Mikhailov ▪ 18 ▪ Female ▪ Human/Alien ▪ Butter Dragon
⟐ Serena ▪ 19 ▪ Female ▪ Human ▪ ♥Princess of Lions♥
⟐ Zenith Centurion ▪ 50 physically, mental age immeasurable ▪ Male ▪ Android ▪ Incarna
⟐ Arata Shimizu ▪ 32 ▪ Male ▪ Human ▪ Incarna
⟐ Kaiya Balewa ▪ 28 ▪ Female ▪ Human ▪ Shiguma
⟐ Xveca "Zee" ▪ Considered a juvenile ▪ Female ▪ Alien ▪ thorn.
⟐ Tyler "Ty" ▪ 24 ▪ Male ▪ Human ▪ thorn.
⟐ Cayley "Sugar" Donovan ▪ 26 ▪ Female ▪ Human ▪ Snuggle Puppy
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Count: 8 ❘ Pending: 0

Total count: 16
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Character Tally:
Making characters we don't have much of would be appreciated! However, it is not mandatory.

- 5 human females, 3 human males
- 2 android males, 0 android females
- 2 cyborg females, 0 cyborg males
- 2 alien female, 0 alien males *aliens are very rare right now*
- 2 miscellaneous males, 0 misc. females *can include robots, drones, holograms, etc.*

This will most likely be an open roleplay, but no new B.O.T.U. crew member
may be added after the roleplay has begun (unless they were 'created', like
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⟐ 2017 June 24th [ Roleplay rebooted ]
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⟐ Time/Date [ 9:30PM, 2157 Nov 3rd ]
⟐ Weather [ Sky covered in a thin layer of debris, 27°F ]
⟐ Location (Earth) [ Brooklyn, NY and Manhattan, NY ]
⟐ Location (B.O.T.U.) [ 12 hours from Earth ]
Note: Unless in a noted quarantine zone, all humans on Earth should wear nuclear gas masks. Full coverage is not
necessary as the disaster resulted from a re-engineered type of nuclear energy. Nuclear damage to aliens varies. ━━
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⟐ The Bridge [ Formerly called the Brooklyn Bridge, it is the only bridge left standing and connects Manhattan
to Brooklyn. By the 2100s, it had become the highway for air-car travel. On the Brooklyn side, beneath the bridge,
is a junkyard of wrecked cars and debris. Pedestrians should be careful when crossing. ]
⟐ The Subway [ Technically a connected underground subway (since updated by the 2100s to a higher-speed network,
though most used transport-portals for frequently visited places), only a few lines work with the limited electricity and
backup generators the survivors have gotten to work. Typically a dirty, dark, and sometimes dangerous place to be.
Good to escape the weather and for emergency travel, but watch out for its infamous swarms of rats. ]
⟐ Desquare [ Formerly known as Times Square, this iconic place remained a hub of activity in the 2100s. It is now
a ruin, much of its technological structures destroyed, and is noted for many wild
and feral animals, some mutated from nuclear radiation. Otherwise, it isn't much more
but a sight, and so named for being a 'Square' of 'Despair'. ]
⟐ The Gates [ Tall, metal barb-wire gates that ring most of the major highway entrances to Brooklyn and
Manhattan; these formerly served as (rather ineffective) quarantine zones for the survivors
to control who came out and who came in. Some survivors hang out around here. Expect
confrontation. ]
⟐ Green Block [ Named for the noticeably more abundant greenery that has sprung up in these old dwellings
than any other part of Brooklyn, the Green Block is a former residence street built in the style of old Brooklyn.
Now, though partially broken down, serves as a safer, enclosed space for survivors. What could be the product of
a long-busted water pipe has turned into a small stream on one side of the Block. ]
⟐ Seavenue [ Near Manhattan by the Bridge, this intersection/area in Brooklyn is half-flooded with sea water,
cars, debris, and various otherinconvenient dangers, but the stores around Seavenue
are still full of non-perishables. There has been a rumor going around that those who
go there in search of supplies don't return. ]
⟐ The Manhattan Junker [ Not a car, but a rusting safeyard of car parts and metal in general, fashioned in an old ware-
house by the warehouse district of Manhattan's shore (by their end of the Bridge). Some survivors have made their
home here. ]
⟐ High Rock [ On a raised cliff by the Bridge's Brooklyn entrance, one can overlook the recently built parts of Manhattan
(the 'floating houses'), once meant to save space. Now, though flooded, the higher floors are livable, but isolated.
The High Rock itself is a flat ground about the size of a small park, full of grass and a few trees. ]
⟐ The Dunes [ What used to be Coney Island on the very southern tip of Brooklyn, the cheerful rollercoasters and rides
have been blown away by the encroaching dust and sand. Now, most of the metal and wood have been
buried under huge sand dunes. ]
⟐ The Zoo [ A maze of overgrown paths and rusting hinges makes the former zoo a thrilling but dangerous place to visit.
Some animals have died, while others have escaped, and yet more have acquired physical mutations. Located in
northern Brooklyn, it can be a place of wild tranquility and danger. ]
Map + Others tba.
If you have a place you'd like to see added, pm me a location and description/picture!

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It is also a reboot of an old rp.
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Things you should include in your form are located above in the RP.
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I.C.A.R.U.S.
holographic AI
location: 2F engine room
tagged: none (open)

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He despised it when he got like this.

Icarus could hear his own voice, echoing back to him in the cavernous darkness as if from miles off - "At current velocity, 12 hours until contact... Confirm course for 'Earth'?" The typical Icarus loved few and hated none - none, except the hollow, monotone shell of himself that was currently all that the others could see of him, radiating from the black navigation panel. Every second that ticked by as he felt himself floating in the endless black made him want to punch something, claw at something - but of course, he could not move. When he got like this, it felt too much as if he had vanished from existence, and that was a predicament that no amount of talking or thinking could get him out of. The last time, he had been forced into his emergency mode as a test-run - over six years ago.

He could feel the ship trembling, the typically soft hum of the oxygen generator silent. In 12 hours, no human would be able to breath. Perhaps sooner than that, they would all be plummeting to their deaths, falling through space. Icarus smacked himself - to say 'mentally' would be redundant'. Depressing thoughts won't help you out of this, Icarus. He was right, of course, but what could he do? Pushing his own thoughts aside, he strained to hear the murmured voices, trying to make them out.

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Arata Shimizu
human
location: by a subway entrance
in lower Manhattan
tagged: none (open)

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Arata welcomed the crackling of the fire.

He sat unceremoniously on a low stool in a pair of scuffed jeans and black coat, glasses perched on his nose, watching the small woodfire burning before him as he fed small sticks to the growing flames. The orange glow reflected on the lenses. Night had fallen, and the faintest glimmer of sunset had faded behind the tall buildings of the city. It was the time of year when the last leaf stragglers had relinquished their hold to the trees and the sky was overcast by a muted gray. Six years ago, and one would have found Arata gazing out from the floor-length windows of his office, hands clasped behind him as he watched the brightly lit city before him. But the present was the present, and before him was the fire, and the fire only. He had made it a point to keep his mind carefully blank of the past.

Zenu had gone half an hour ago to fetch more wood and to search for any food he could find. Their supplies were running low; normally the older man would go with him, but the chilly air had worsened his lungs and plagued him with a constant cough. He had protested - but the android's cold reasoning had made him stay put. He sat waiting by the entrance of the 2/3 subway, just enough underground to escape the worst of the cold. This part of the subway hadn't been lit by a generator some of the others had gotten to work - he was in darkness, tending to the flames. Some moments he paused and gazed into the darkness in the distance, and his hand moved to the inside of his coat where hard metal lay hidden. But his touch never lingered long - he had only ever shot someone once, and it was a bitter memory. Giving a low sigh, he pulled the pack of supplies towards him, along with his repair kit, and fed another stick to the flames.

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Centurion
android
location: by a Manhattan subway
entrance
tagged: none (open)

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The sound of crunching leaves followed the android as he walked, a pack slung across his shoulder and nearly full with canned food, a few plants he had analyzed to be edible, a bag of tea leaves, and a jug of water. It was nearly half his size, yet his face was apathetic - gray eyes scanned his surroundings: the spindly remains of trees and black leaves that disintegrated to ash when you touched them, vines that crept up the buildings and wormed their way through the cracks of stone and concrete, cars long rusted, and cracked chunks of metal that held the merest echo of their former use. He was to return to Arata once he had found enough supplies for the human to live. As for himself, he required no food or water, only the pale grey light that filtered through the clouds in the daytime.

[Wormgod]

Yuri Gagarin
Exploration Drone
Docking Bay B1
Tagged: ICARUS

"Icarus? Icarus, where are you?" The cries of a human child echoed through the cramped docking bay, but no child was in sight. Instead, a large oblong contraption hovered a foot off the ground, its propellers quietly humming. The robot was the source of the voice, both in sound and a wireless message transmitted to the one it hoped to contact: ICARUS, the spacecraft's AI. They were playing chess only a few minutes ago when the AI abruptly left, citing "something he needed to check". Now the ship was in emergency mode and Yuri was left alone in the docking bay. Again.

It hated being alone. Unlike the ship's AI, its holographic capabilities were primitive at best: it could display only a few feet in front of itself, and the holograms were not solid. Alone, all it had were its thoughts, and said thoughts tended to follow the line of 'Hey, what organism could make that sound?' Ships were noisy things, and Yuri was programmed to find extraterrestrial life, so every bump and creak produced detailed possibilities for what strange alien critter could produce such a sound. Frightening thoughts.

Today, though, the ship was quieter than usual. Somehow that was worse, as Yuri knew exactly was sound was missing, and that was not a sound that should ever stop. The hum of the oxygen generator, which usually echoed through the ventilation system, was gone. It had disappeared a dozen milliseconds before Icarus abruptly left their chess game. Logic dictates that the generator was the source of Icarus' departure, and since it was still off, that said generator was broken beyond basic repair. This was why Yuri was currently hovering, instead of sitting on its landing gear like it did for the past six years. Yuri was equipped with hydrogen sacs coated in algae. With the sacs inflated, the algae would receive maximum exposure from the lights above it, and produce as much oxygen as they could. It was a miniscule amount at best, and Yuri knew it wasn't enough to keep even the resident human child alive, but every bit helps, right? The ventilation systems were still online, so what little oxygen Yuri's algae produced would spread evenly throughout the ship and give each human a few minutes of extra time.

[Saxhleel]

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[ role : botanist ]━━━[ location : engine room ]━━[ tags : icarus, crew ]━


Izzy had always had good instincts, or at least her gut feeling was usually right, and she knew there had been something going on when the ships crew had began to gather in the living space of the ship. The BOTU had been on its last legs for a little while now, if she were a bad person she may have taken bets on whether or not it was the food or the oxygen that had packed in first. It was the oxygen turns out. Shame, she'd of bet on the food. She was standing a little ways back from the navigation panel, while there was no physical presence of Icarus there, she didn't want to crowd him. A cup of tea in her hands keeping her occupied and calmer than she had any right to be.

Isabella's words never seemed to carry much weight on the ship, unless they were "get out, you're bothering the potatoes" as she seemed to have authority over the greenhouse. Still, she couldn't argue against landing on earth, it was a plan, maybe not a good one but better than no plan at all. Even a radioactive planet had to hold something better for them than suffocating in space. She recalled reading in some parts of Chernobyl the fungi had adapted to 'eat up' radiation for growth in a short amount of time, relatively speaking. There was no telling what had happened in the time they'd been away. With a little deep breath she raised her cybernetic arm as though to speak up in a classroom "I say we do it...It's better than nothing."