Discord
05-22-2023, 05:38 AM
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[GAME] ⇡ S/p/l/i/n/t/e/r/s ⇡
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05-22-2023, 05:42 AM
no you should definitely be thinking about this strategically. it's a good plan
but also i would like to make sure docket knows we are friendly (at the very least us operating as mort) ![[Image: TCP%20customs.png]](https://pile.randimg.net/3/13/190751/TCP%20customs.png)  
EXAMINE: THOUGHTS
'What makes you think this is a prank? Do you really believe that?' gotta be a prank. has to be. had some of th' guys at the old garage pullin' stuff like this. well- nothin' like this but i dunno. messin' with me ...better be that. not ready to deal with if it Isnt ...i dont wanna die man i need outta here RECALL: MEMORY 'Why are you down here?' Docket places a claw to its temple as it nears the stairway. things're fuzzy still. why'd- right rightright i was on a job thats why i had my tools some guy - sounded like some fancy too-good-for-you kinda prick wanted me to come out to his lodge. fix fix Somethin' paid extra to have me come out to his place or some he owns i think a lodge way the hell outta th' way of all my usual jobs ol' truck barely made it out here my TRUCK-jus' need to get to my truck, n' im gone. SUGGEST: PERSPECTIVE CHANGE 'Denial won't help, something is deeply wrong, Treat the situation as deadly serious' The chorosy's chest pounds. this oh it's bad. i was k- kiddin' myself about th- nobody would toss me in here and hook me up to- oh hell. man, i- Breath comes faster through its gasmask. Its knees shake as it leans forward, supporting itself on the bottom of the stairs. Its eyes stay locked on the wooden door above. c'mon go. GO, DAMMIT. god i dont, i d- i dont wanna know what the hell's up there-gotta GET A GRIP, oh C'MON-- Something small appears on the stairs a few steps up from the chorosy's position. It jumps, reeling back onto the floor. When it gets a better look, it cocks its head to the side. A small, black box wrapped in a grey ribbon sits on the middle of the step. The still-shaking chorosy cautiously steps forward - too curious Not too examine it further. It spies a tag attached to the bow of the ribbon. Leaning in, it reads it. TO: Docket FROM: Mort The chorosy steps back, shaking its head. "...Uh-uh. Nope. I don't- Who the hell is...?" It goes quiet, glancing around the room. is someone fuckin' listening In??? The chorosy avoids the box entirely for the moment, giving one last glance to the door at the top of the stairs. Docket turns around, pacing momentarily between the mattress and the stairs, nervously adjusting its vest. SUGGEST: CHARACTER ACTION 'Investigate the ominous door at the back of the room.' It takes notice of the iron door. With a quick breath, it steels itself, walking over. It sees the door a little better the closer it gets: The door has a metal handle-- Something pops up in front of the chorosy, startling it once again. "fUCKI N--" It's a blue note with yellow text, attached to the ceiling via a thin string. The note bounces and swings gently, its movement quickly slowing; as if it'd been freshly hung and dropped from above. The chorosy looks between the note and the ceiling, squinting to try and discern anywhere it could've come from. Seeing nothing, Docket rubs its face; hesitating, but ultimately deciding to step closer and read the note. You've got some help, in case you get in trouble. - Shimmer " . . . " screw it. It pushes the note away dismissively. dont got time t' figure this out im done Im Done i am Gone man SUGGEST: CHARACTER ACTION 'Cautiously step out the wooden door and examine surroundings.' Docket makes its way back to the stairs. It watches the present. nah dont- do Not mess with that theres gonna be like a viper in there gonna bite my face. or like a bomb thats set to go off when i open it- i am NOT about to deal with that Still shaking its head, it gently nudges the present aside with its boot, leaving it on the stairs as it continues up. It nears the door. A mauve note on with aubergine text bounces down in front of its face, loosing another gasp from the chorosy, followed by an annoyed grunt. this is gettin' Old REAL fast It grabs the note. 'Hi, the name's scrimbob, hope this helps! ?' - Scrimbob The chorosy pulls the note down with ease and tosses it aside onto the basement floor. Undeterred as it reaches the door. CAUSE: RANDOM EVENT A thunderous, cacophonous CRASH sounds somewhere through the wooden door. Docket freezes in place, shoulders up, wrench raised defensively. Its resolve comes through, an unsteady claw reaching out opening the door as quietly as possible - wincing as it Creaks. It peeks its head out. It finds a long hallway, with many closed doors: One straight across the one it's at, one across, but further down the hall to the right, and another at the far right end of the hall. To the left, though, it can see Far down the hallway, where it seems to end in a big room. An uncomfortable-looking, decorative couch is visible; green with a brown-gold patterning. Red curtains cover windows behind it. Most dismaying, though, is the front door. The heavy, wooden door has been crunched into a leaned position, broken in half, pushed into itself. The force of the presumed blow that struck it had dug it into the floor, messily ripping and impaling the doormat. It stands open - entirely motionless, smashed into place; snapped and pulverized like a limb wrenched backwards. Docket can see straight outside. A dim, yellow porch light lights up the entryway, a few steps leading down from the rather spacious porch. Trees are visible past it, branches swaying audibly in the soft, night breeze. The chorosy can't think to move. It can't think to do much of anything, at the moment. It's claws grip the doorway with supportive force, as if even the slightest movement would draw in the culprit of the break-in. i could i could run for it, i- get to th' truck. if the truck's out there then i can high-tail it the hell outta here and and i wont look back. and ill get home, and ill go to bed and this w- and this wont be Real anymore. probably isnt, theyre- someone's tr- tryin' to It grips the doorway tighter. whos gonna run the shop if no nope i can i can, make it Keeping as silent as it can, it takes in a slow, steady breath. on on 3. then i book it Docket crouches ever-so-slightly, taking a running stance.
05-24-2023, 06:56 AM
suggest: finding a safe place would be smarter than running. think of the shop.
05-24-2023, 08:40 AM
Suggest: Perspective Change
Freaking out won't help. You need to think this through calmly and rationally if you want the best chance of escape. Recall: Memory Something comforting, preferably opening presents on a birthday, holiday, or other such event.
Artificial lifeform/mechanical construct on a mission to obtain every armor type TCP and also maybe make cool stuff along the way
If you call me a bionicle you are correct [ARCADE SESSION] [CAVE-IN] [THE ARMOR GUILD] [GENERAL CHARACTER HOARD] [INTRO THREAD] [TCPDEX CHARACTERS] [ADOPTS] ![[Image: WOxKePR.png]](https://i.imgur.com/WOxKePR.png) ![[Image: DGVV5eJ.png]](https://i.imgur.com/DGVV5eJ.png)
05-24-2023, 05:51 PM
Suggest: Perspective Change
you need all the help you can get, try to see us as what we are and not what you fear us to be 
05-26-2023, 11:55 PM
Suggest: take stock of what you have. You're a mechanic, a problem solver. While running can be a viable solution, doing so without a course of action, or a good bearing on your resources in mind, especially in a strange place, could wind up putting you in a bad place later on. Also you now have a song stuck in your head, sorry
There's a 95% chance I'm thinking of either a Pun or Mega Man at any given time
![[Image: 12_10_10_23_11_44_26.png]](https://homebrewdeviants.com/forum/gallery/12_10_10_23_11_44_26.png) Character thread here (always a WIP)! ![[Image: 12_11_10_23_7_45_27.png]](https://homebrewdeviants.com/forum/gallery/12_11_10_23_7_45_27.png)
06-05-2023, 03:33 AM
SUGGEST: CHARACTER ACTION
'Finding a safe place would be smarter than running. Think of the shop.' SUGGEST: PERSPECTIVE CHANGE 'Freaking out won't help. You need to think this through calmly and rationally if you want the best chance of escape.' fuck god dammit, man Docket sloooooowly pulls back, not shutting the door so as not to make noise, but getting it almost closed, backing up on the stairs as quietly as possible. cant. cant do it. too risky, need t' think. Hate This SUGGEST: PERSPECTIVE CHANGE 'You need all the help you can get, try to see us as what we are and not what you fear us to be.' The chorosy glances back at the present on the stairs. fine. screw it. only cause im over a barrel and this might be like a revolver or somethin It takes a few steps down, then sits in front of the present. TO: Docket FROM: Mort It lifts the lid off, one glowing eye shut, revealing a sealed, opaque plastic bag simply labeled 'COOKIES'. . . . Docket puts its head in its claws. ...............yea im gonna die here It leans its head back, eyes closing. It nearly tosses the cookies across the room, but pulls back. The chorosy breathes out, leaning forward with a resigned shoulder shrug, and bags the cookies in its bag. maybe whatevers 'bout to try n' gnaw my face off can be distracted with off-brand cookies maybe monsters like generic flavor. at least itd be funny 'fore i get mauled or somethin' RECALL: MEMORY 'Something comforting, preferably opening presents on a birthday, holiday, or other such event.' Docket stares down at the now-empty present. In its attempts to quell rising panic, its eyes unfocus . . . Highways and rivers whizz past the car window. The flameproof chorosy in the passenger seat stares at the top of the gift box in its lap. "...How d'you want me t' label this one?" The car radio faintly plays in the background. The driver - a moto chorosy - glances over for only a moment, keeping her eyes on the road. "That th' one to y'r cousin?" "Uh-huh." "Auntie Nina's fine." "...He still calls y' Auntie?" "'Course. Y'r the only one that stopped." "I'm way too old." "A seventh grader?" "Yea, too old." "Yeaaah, sure." Docket writes on the label. "'Kay, got it." The labeled present is placed into the backseat, where Docket grabs another one. "...Ain't gotta do that the whole ride home." "I'd get it done faster." "Y' got three whole days! C'monnn. You're always wantin' t' see me when I'm busy with th' shop. Now I got a day off, and y'r in my car, and we're not even gonna hang out for a li'l bit?" "I guuueeessss." It says, feigning disinterest. "Oh yeah? You guess?" "Uh-huh." "Why's that?" "Well y'r like. Really, really old; like seventy... five or somethin'. Don't wanna hang out with some ol' lady, y'know?" "Yeah-?" She reaches over with a claw, her other on the steering wheel, eyes on the road, and 'ruffles' the chorosy's firefighter helmet. "HeyhEY--!" "I'm forty-one ya li'l punk!" Docket can't help but giggle, Nina joining in infectiously. "Y' said you were forty-three last I heard!" "Oh-Well-Now don't listen t' that." She moves her other hand back to the steering wheel. "Sometimes I just say things, y'know?" "Uh-huh." "Just comes outta me." "Right." "...Like I'm possessed-" "PossES--" Docket doubles over, snickering. "Yeah! Possessed, y'know like those guys on them shows, th' Spirit Mediu-ums--" Nina can hardly keep a straight face either, starting to crack up again. "-Alright, alright. Gotta be serious, can't keep- I'm gon' laugh so hard I tear off the road and kill us both." "Yea don't- don't do that. Drive better." "I'll show ya drivin'." The moment hangs, only faint radio and muffled highway noise. "...That'd be one hell of a present though, right?" "Oh my GOD." "'Sorry granny, gramps, I sent us both t' the afterlife-'" "-H-HUSSH--" "'Happy Holidays, get yer cheer on.'" Docket snorts, busting out laughing, leaning against the window as Nina struggles to contain herself. "...Ohhh, man." "Y'r terrible. That ain't even funny." "You love me, ya li'l monster." "Yea that's a likely story. Prove it." "A-pfffft. I ain't gotta prove- ...Oh, shoot--" Apparently hearing something, she reaches over and turns the radio up, starting to snap her claws as the song fades in. ♫ Heavy Chevy - Alabama Shakes
"Ohh, I 'member this one." "Yeah? Prove it, punk." "...nah, I'm- I'm not gonna Sing." She shrugs. "Yer loss." Nina inhales. "...Well, you know she ain't the one. You got to RUN, boy, RUN!" She drums on the steering wheel with her thumbs. "HOOO!" "Oh c'monnn, now." Docket rubs the back of its head. Nina ignores it, continuing. "Now why you wanna do it dirty? If it was me, how could ya hurt me? Oh baby, please, please, please!" Nina taps its helmet. - - "Nnnot gonna sing, forget it." "How could-you-keep-me down here on my knees? Well, you know she ain't the one, You got to RUN, boy, RUN!" "Can't beliiieve y'r leavin' me hangin' here." "Nope. No way." She shrugs. "Suit y'rself. Missin' out." "Ooh, move daddy, move! You know my heart's not outta room! You wanna love that little girl?" "By all means, honey, do..." - - "...AAAAAAHAHA, knew ya would!" "Hush." "Well, you know she ain't the one- C'mon, let's hit it." "He said, Now, lemme take ya out." "Buy you new appliances." - - "Buy you new appliances." "I wanna take ya out." - - "I wanna take ya out." "Better home and sciences." - - "Better- ...shoot--" "I wanna take ya out!" - - "I wanna take ya out!" "I wanna meet ya kids." - - "I wanna meet ya kids." "I wanna take you home, baby--" She points at Docket. "--tell me where it is." - - Nina gives a thumbs up. "I come back when I want," - - "I come back when I want," "And don't you ask no questions!" - - "And don't you ask no questions!" "Me and you, forever, baby," - - "Me and you, forever, baby," "You and me together, baby!" - - "You and me together, baby!" "I said I lo--" The smaller chorosy starts laughing again, interrupting the song. "Nah, c'mon gotta keep it up!" "I'm done! I'm done, can't take- can't take anymore. I'm gonna keel over!" One last giggle as it regains its composure. "'Nother time, then." "Nah, never again." "Come onnnn." "Nooo, nope. Sung my last." "...Fun, though, right?" "...maybe juuus' a li'l bit." Nina gives a long sigh. "Whoof. ...think I needed that." "...Me too." The radio station turns over to another song. ♫ Horses - Night Moves
Nina reaches over to turn it down. "Hang on. ...Think I like this." "Yeah?" She puts her claw back down as Docket nods. "You got it." SUGGEST: PERSPECTIVE CHANGE 'Take stock of what you have. You're a mechanic, a problem solver. While running can be a viable solution, doing so without a course of action, or a good bearing on your resources in mind, especially in a strange place, could wind up putting you in a bad place later on. Also you now have a song stuck in your head, sorry.` The last radio song thunders in its head. Docket stands up, rubbing its face, sniffling. screw it. not gonna die here. quitter talk. just gotta stay calm i got this A quick breath, and it steps back up to the door, again, leaning through carefully. ...th' front door. busted in like it is either its a person and theyve never heard of jus' breakin' a window or its an animal or creature or somethin', and it probably can't jus' Open a door like a person if its th' second thing... It glances to the door across the hall, and the two down the hall. both intact. pretty good bet that thing aint thru either of 'em, unless some other place in here connects to 'em - which... gotta take that chance. this things probably somewhere else in th' house probably towards th' front, or... think i remember it's got a second floor bet its up there some animals like to be high up right? safer? ...think i remember that so... i can jus' move REAL quiet down th' hall make it thru one o' those doors, then look for a window, backdoor, whatever some other way outside. then if it doesnt hear me doesnt see me thru a window or the open front door and it isnt Still Outside by my truck or anything Then im golden. start th' truck, get the Hell outta here ...itll probably come runnin' when the truck's started maybe, anyway. hopefully the noise'll scare it. ...not like it can outrun a Truck anyway right It looks back over at the beyond-destroyed front door. ...god i hope not Docket takes a silent breath, then steps out the door into the hall. baby steps cant go TOO slow - longer im out here the more it could see me jus' careful, quiet It takes steps as Slowly as it possibly can - mindful of the noisy toolbox in its bag - heading further down the hall, away from the front door. dont take th' door right across further back ones means theyre further away from this thing should have a harder time hearin' it It gets to the end of the hall, passing the door on the right. back one might lead to a backdoor? maybe? hopefully? It reaches for the handle. Turning it in tiny increments. ...if this is a storage closet im gonna combust-- The door opens. A small room is inside. It has a tiny horizontal window - far too small to fit through - a wooden door on the left, two sets of bunk beds at opposite walls in the middle of the room, and a heavy-duty wooden door on the right side, past the bunk beds. Docket blinks. . . . ...backdoor. BACKDOOR. LOOKS JUST LIKE TH' FRONT DOOR HELL YES- OH GOD STAY QUIET. It very careful steps inside, keeping the doorknob turned with one claw as it does so, before grabbing the knob on the other side of the door. It pulls the door to a closed position, the gradually lets the doorknob turn back to closed. Docket breathes the tiniest sigh of relief, shaky hands rolling down its face. It walks to the door at the right, opening it with care. A screen door is behind it. Night-time bugs chitter audibly on the other side. YES YES YES YES YES I KNEW IT IM SO GODDAMN SMART GO TO HELL YA FUCKIN CRYPTID WHATEVER ok ok alright settle down The screen door is soon open, Docket stepping out into the night air, onto some laid stone, quietly closing both doors behind it. There's some chairs arranged around a fire pit to its left, and a partially tarp-covered barbecue grill just ahead, at the corner of the building. Not too far beyond the lodge, in every direction, are numerous trees, marking the edge of the forest. alright gotta orient myself here so im at the back of th' lodge lets call it the South side of th' lodge so im facin' West, right now, ill say. my car would be at th' Front kinda like... north-northeast somethin' like that so if i head East, around the East side of th' buildin' then ill be real close t' my car but-- It takes a few steps forward, looking up above. looks like theres- thats right theyve got a Huge balcony on this place runs all the way around 180 degrees on th' second floor, from the South here above me, all the way to above th' front door and theres windows that into th' house th' whole way 'round so if this thing's Actually upstairs, then... ...that thing'll have a Way better chance of seein' me. It puts a claws onto the side of its gasmask, creeping forward to peer around the west side of the building. no windows on this side, least not that i c'n see so it wouldnt be able to see me on the west side of the buildin' but id have to cross past the front door when i get t' the front of the house, to get t' my car hell need to Think.
06-05-2023, 04:31 AM
examine thoughts: what docket knows about animal behavior, especially in regards to safety
06-05-2023, 05:09 AM
Suggest: Character Action
Whatever's (presumably) up there won't be able to see you if you stay directly underneath the balcony. Hug the wall on the east side, try to duck around any windows that are there, and when you get close enough to your truck, sprint the last few feet.
Artificial lifeform/mechanical construct on a mission to obtain every armor type TCP and also maybe make cool stuff along the way
If you call me a bionicle you are correct [ARCADE SESSION] [CAVE-IN] [THE ARMOR GUILD] [GENERAL CHARACTER HOARD] [INTRO THREAD] [TCPDEX CHARACTERS] [ADOPTS]
06-05-2023, 05:11 AM
Gift: Basic Tool
Bear Mace(or morbit equivelent, strongest stuff we're allowed to gift as a basic tool) |
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