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Fiend for Chocolate
Lover of Fluff
Wed 21 Dec 2016
What I'm looking for is a writing partner for a story set in the Serenity/Firefly universe. Familiarity with the setting is critical, though it isn't necessary to have digested every last bit of fan knowledge...the movie and the TV series is fine. Also, familiarity with the Cortex rules is not necessary, as this will be a freeform writing project as opposed to a game.
The story will largely focus on the adventures of a Companion. As such, there will be sexual elements to the story, and as such this will carry an Adult rating. That said, smut is not the focus of this story. The focus will be on the introduction of a Core-born Guild Companion to a crew of misfits and vagabonds, and how she impacts their lives for better or worse.
There is an over-arching plot, but the focus of the story will be on the crew.
It is also important to note that the creative burden will not be solely on my partner. Think of this less as a GM/Player partnership and more an partnership of equals, where both parties share creativity and plot development.
For example, I do not anticipate playing the Companion exclusively. There will be times when I will play other members of the crew opposite whatever character my partner is playing.
As of now, the Companion character is fully developed. I have ideas for the crew and for the over-arching plot. I have not developed the Captain, as I plan to leave that to my partner.
If this intrigues you, please respond via rmail.
I've included the 'pitch' below to whet your appetite.
Jasmine is on top of her game; on top of the world. She commands the highest price the Guild allows, and that is only to secure her company. A night with her costs much, much more than the cover charge.
She has a number of regulars who do not mind paying all that and more for her company. Because she makes them feel like no woman can, like gods. First is the pleasure of having her on their arm. The feeling of power that comes with walking into a room and commanding the attention of every man in the room; being the envy of every man in the room. Then there is the way she so perfectly conforms herself to them, insinuating herself so subtly, so innocuously, they aren't even aware.
And it is all a lie.
Jasmine is a shell. Empty on the inside, a void. So desperately lonely she cannot live in her own skin. She has never been asked to the movies. Never held hands. Never been in love.
She lives vicariously through others. She hates being alone. She gives herself so completely to her clients that every time it breaks her heart. Every. Single. Time. Because that's what the Guild requires. Whores have the benefit of professional distance. A man rents her body, but may make no claim to her heart.
The guild requires that a Companion give everything. Total surrender. There is simply no other way to reach that spiritual connection otherwise. Without it, it's just sex, and that is empty. No, what makes Companions special is that when a client takes her into their bed they become one, a bond meant to last a lifetime. But it only lasts a night.
So she heals herself how she can, stitching the ragged patchwork of her heart with booze and mindless, nameless sex.
She is a lonely, friendless, pathetic creature, and no one knows that but her.
This is a masquerade that has played out since the night she became a companion, and it would have continued, except...except.
She doesn't know why they are trying to kill her, she only knows that they are. You know who I am talking about...two by two, hands of blue.
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Fiend for Chocolate
Lover of Fluff
Mon 2 Jan 2017
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Wayfarer of the
Sun 22 Jan 2017
The "pitch" is an interesting concept. I currently GM a Serenity-based hybrid game that's just now finding it's legs, and I have some familiarity with the 'Verse as a result. (Of course, it's my 'Verse over there...)
It sounds interesting enough for me to write a small vignette myself and let you see if we could work together.
The Mistral Wind was less than a day out of Boros when the explosion shook it to the core. Lighting shifted to battle lanterns, the emergency lights that charged up while power was available.
Shelton jolted awake at the sound, sitting bolt upright. Hmm... no sounds of airflow from the vents, no lights except for the lanterns in the wall rack over his bed, and an eerie feeling on the back of his neck that something was very, very, very wrong.
"Time to go to work," he muttered under his breath to no one. Grabbing his tool bag, he opened the door to his cabin and headed aft, when he heard a voice behind him.
"You're gonna need a suit. Explosive decompression aft of Frame 42." It was Marcus, the Mistral Wind's skipper.
"What happened, Skipper?" Shelton asked, a growing confusion crossing his face.
"I'm not sure," Marcus replied wearily, "Whatever it was ripped through the upper level Machinery Room like an express train. We're losing air, and we're on the drift. Suit up and see what you can do. I'm sending Shee with you."
"Shee? Somebody hurt?" the words tumbled out.
"Not sure. Wouldn't be surprised, though. Nate was back there tending the engines when it happened. Hopefully the Engine Room hatch dogged in time, but he'll be trapped back there if it did, with air in short supply. Go, man! For God's sake, go!"
Marcus slumped against the starboard bulkhead as Shee stepped into the passageway. In full suit with a rescue pack and her medi-kit, she looked them both over quickly. Without missing a beat she dropped to one knee next to Marcus, calling to him, "Marcus! What happened?"
"Caught a nasty knock on the head," he pointed groggily to the right side of his skull. His speech was beginning to slur.
She cradled his head gently in her hands, examining the bump. Under his thick brown curls, she felt the slickness of blood. Peering in, she saw the wound was superficial, and quickly applied a compress to his head.
As Shelton stood there watching, she turned to him and barked, "Shelton! Stay with me! Come get this rescue kit and get aft. I'll join you after the Skipper's stable."
Shocked into action, Shelton grabbed the rescue kit, and without a word headed aft at a dead run.
As Shee watched him go, she raised Marcus up with an arm-over-shoulder carry and spoke gently, "Shel will get it done, Skipper. Now, let's get you in a suit while there's still time."