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IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime.

Posted by The GuardianFor group 0
The Traveller
player, 180 posts
Renegade Time Lord
Time's Defender
Thu 23 Jan 2014
at 18:30
  • msg #29

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

In reply to Stanley Newton (msg # 28):

Trav shoots Stan a "I see what you did there" look.

"We just got here. Didn't this all happen, like, 5 or 6 days ago? Hi, I'm Tee, this is Stanley. Can you give us the low down? It sounds like you're really pissed and need to vent."
The Guardian
GM, 160 posts
Fri 24 Jan 2014
at 01:52
  • msg #30

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

Gilso meets Sereth's gaze directly... until he catches the glint in the eye of a man who has stared down priests, Counts, and insolent aliens of a score of species.  His posture shifts, he lowers his eyes and his shoulders hunch inward.  "Um.  Yessir."  He glances back toward Amanda and Smoke with a mumbled sorry.  Then he gives an embarrassed look in Fadreen's direction.

When that little moment passes, Szezak clears his throat.  "Well.  You were still here during the bombardment?"  At Sereth's nod, he goes on, "That went on for about twelve hours.  All the while, the Fists were broadcasting over every frequency, calling for the High Commission to offer their surrender.  To 'join the great endeavor', as they were calling it.  And then, at last, the bombing did stop.  We never heard anything from President Simarsa, just the announcement that the 'Seeker' made.

"They followed that up with an announcement that martial law and a curfew would be put into effect, and that's when the Fists showed up on the streets.  Nonessential businesses were ordered closed, only food and power delivery and emergency services were to be maintained.  Every registered citizen on the habitat net was commed with a classification code; I believe that the Fists were seeking out those off the net to try to register them independently.  Those codes are being used to assign you to work crews -- it's mostly just manual cleanup and what they call 'austerity refitting'.  They say that excessive adornment distracts and divides the mind, you see.  And they're also supposed to sort you into these 'classes' that the Fists are organizing.  They say, well, they say that there is a war coming, and that everyone here needs to be fit to fight it with them."

Gilso has regained a little of his composure.  "They're good fighters, I'll give them that, um, sir," he says.  "There were... me and some friends of mine, we thought we should be fighting back.  So we tried to take one of their patrols."  He drops his gaze again.  "Seven on two, and far as I know I was the only one who got away."
The Guardian
GM, 161 posts
Fri 24 Jan 2014
at 01:57
  • msg #31

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

The woman looks at "Tee", and her scowl cracks a bit.

"Sorry," she says, "I'm sorry.  You didn't deserve that.  But you wouldn't have seen the people they were bringing into the clinic after the bombing.  We didn't have enough cots to hold everyone."  The corners of her mouth tremble.  "I-- I lost someone, and I can't stand these people marching around here saying that it was all to make us better.  I want to hurt them, so much, and I know that I shouldn't, and that it's all useless anyway."
The Guardian
GM, 162 posts
Fri 24 Jan 2014
at 02:01
  • msg #32

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

In Szezak's apartment, while Szezak and Gilso start describing recent events, Fadreen is looking curiously at Smoke Alarm -- Amanda as well, but mostly Smoke Alarm.  Smoke doesn't know how old the egg-head girl might be, but she seems (roughly) Kanglike.  She looks up at the sculpture and back at Smoke.  "Do you like it?" she whispers shyly, glancing momentarily at her father as if for permission.  "I -- pardon me, but you're a human, aren't you?  I didn't think your, your hairs came in that color."
Smoke Alarm
player, 190 posts
Hail the unalive
Blue Kang the Last
Fri 24 Jan 2014
at 02:15
  • msg #33

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

'It's icehot. Like screwed-up paper making shapes.' Smoke Alarm commented to Fardreen, pulling her eyes away from the origami. 'I'm a Blue Kang. Blue Kangs are best.' she boasted, but chose not to chant it while Sereth was all talky. She lowered her voice some more and admitted with a grin 'I paint it.'

She decided to talk some more with the egg-head girl, deciding Draconians weren't all as yawny as Leg-it Sereth. 'What do you do for icehot fun? The Fists have made everything all yawny here.'
The Traveller
player, 181 posts
Renegade Time Lord
Time's Defender
Fri 24 Jan 2014
at 07:35
  • msg #34

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

The Guardian:
The woman looks at "Tee", and her scowl cracks a bit.

"Sorry," she says, "I'm sorry.  You didn't deserve that.  But you wouldn't have seen the people they were bringing into the clinic after the bombing.  We didn't have enough cots to hold everyone."  The corners of her mouth tremble.  "I-- I lost someone, and I can't stand these people marching around here saying that it was all to make us better.  I want to hurt them, so much, and I know that I shouldn't, and that it's all useless anyway."


Trav starts to think that maybe she shouldn't have left her pistols back at the TARDIS.

"Listen, darling, I know it's hard when people you love get hurt. We'll get to the bottom of what these clowns are about, and we'll get their asses off of your habitat. You have my word."

She places her hands on the woman's shoulders. "But, you also need to understand that it's *never* useless. People have successfully fought against odds that are just as great. Monument City, the Warsaw Ghetto, Serybdis III. Resistance can be organized, but it needs to be done in a smart way. I've been involved in a few revolutions. Stan and I, we can help. But first, it sounds like you have injured. Stan here is the best medical doctor I know. Lets get your people some help, and if you can help us with everything you know about these fists, we can get a plan together."

Trav felt remnants of her second self scrunching up with that stubborn little face she'd get when she saw the weak getting hurt - she finally had found her feet. This was a battle for liberty. She already had the beginnings of a plan, based on moral suasion, but she needed just a bit more information. She remembers when she broadcast from the TARDIS Erin Tarn's Voice Of Liberty, which helped create the rebellion which brought freedom to Chi-Town.

Stan could tell, the wheels were turning, and she was getting a creaky smile. "The way you beat self righteous jack asses like this is with ideas. Ghandi did it, Erin Tarn did it. We'll do it!"

02:34, Today: The Traveller rolled 16 using 4d6+7 with rolls of 1,1,1,6. Trav rolls to convince angry woman that there's hope - 2d6+3(pres)+2(Conv)+2(VOA)+SP.
Stanley Newton
player, 49 posts
Sat 25 Jan 2014
at 21:05
  • msg #35

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

In reply to The Traveller (msg # 34):

"Oh yes, I totally believe that we can do this. If there is anyone capable of devising a plan to defeat the fists it's her." Stanley adds in. "It is not just us two, by the way, we brought friends. So what do you say?"

OOC: Can I assist Trav (Stanley has convince) to give a +2?
This message was last edited by the player at 21:05, Sat 25 Jan 2014.
The Guardian
GM, 164 posts
Sat 25 Jan 2014
at 23:19
  • msg #36

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

In addition to showing some bafflement at the names Trav is reeling off, the woman looks at Stanley in surprise when Trav introduces him.  "You're a doctor?  I thought I knew everyone registered in this district -- even the ones who just did private practice.  I guess you're new here?  Bad luck for you, I suppose."  Her face turns hard again for a moment.  "We could have used you when the casualties started showing up, you know."

But she shrugs and glances between the pair.  "Well.  I'm not sure I believe anyone can dislodge these people, unless the CDL finally gets their act together and mobilizes.  But in any case, I doubt this is a very good place to be talking about things like that."  She nods toward a group of the red-uniformed Fists moving by.  "I suppose we have to hear what their spiel is, now we're here.  If you want to talk, you can come back by the clinic later.  Plenty of work to go around.  My name's Nadia, Nadia Ryzh."

The Fists patrolling the area are starting to shush everyone now that it seems the expected attendees have finished filing in.  Up on the platform, the Fists sort themselves out so one man stands front and center, looking out into the crowd.  He's an older, dark-skinned man, perhaps fifty.

"People of Miszere District," he begins.  He's obviously practiced at speaking, and has no trouble projecting his voice to reach everyone.  "My name is Varan Osto, and I am a Third Seeker for the Fists of Thirty-One Suns.  Many of you will certainly have reason for anger, resentment, fear at the harm that has been done to you and your home.  I am here to acknowledge that and to begin, perhaps, to explain the reasons behind what we have done.

"For many generations, our order has worked and refined a set of teachings that have been intended to help all self-aware peoples to raise themselves to a higher state of being.  This is a goal that we always believed would be met over lifetimes, over millennia, by teaching the methods that can bring everyone to meet their full physical, mental, and spiritual potential.  We have believed this to be the true work of the universe, and worthy of spending both the effort and the patience that suggests."

His brow creases.  "But we have learned that we are out of time.  Haran Lucin, our First Seeker, spent all his life developing an awareness that led him at last to what we have come to call the Great Vision.  And it is a terrifying revelation.  Chaos, war and suffering spreading across the universe on the wings of a terrible army.  This vision has not yet come to pass and the Order believes it can only be averted by taking action now, passing on the tools that every one of you will need to stand and fight against it, before the seeds of this disaster have the time to take root and grow."

Osto shakes his head.  "Please believe me, I deeply regret the harm that we have done to take control of Arsuran Habitat.  But I have seen the Vision, just as all of you will be trained in body and mind until you, too, are ready to see and understand the Vision.  The injury and, I mourn to say, the deaths that have come to you will be as nothing before the wave of anarchy that will sweep over all of us unless we are ready.

"Those of you with registered comm access will be sent schedules and instructions for your training to begin.  Those of you who do not have comm, please form orderly lines to be assigned your schedule.  We will be working in the next days to restore lapsed public services and disseminate the new guidelines for public commerce and behavior that are consonant with everyone's journey toward fulfillment.

"Thank you for your attention, and once again, I am sorry for the harm we have done.  Persevere and ascend."
The Guardian
GM, 165 posts
Sat 25 Jan 2014
at 23:26
  • msg #37

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

Smoke Alarm:
'What do you do for icehot fun? The Fists have made everything all yawny here.'

"Well...."  Fadreen seems taken aback by the question.  "I do like to walk and see the starlight...."  She steals a look at Gilso, before she realizes that Smoke has noticed it, and then Fadreen's face actually takes on a bluish cast for a moment, though this quickly fades.  "And I make the je'szen."  She indicates the paper sculpture.  "That's one of mine.  I've always tested high for spatial / aesthetic awareness.  Father says that if I can not marry well, I should continue my studies into design.  Possibly become an artist or an architect."
Smoke Alarm
player, 192 posts
Hail the unalive
Blue Kang the Last
Sun 26 Jan 2014
at 03:09
  • msg #38

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

Footing it and looking at stars didn't seem very fun for Smoke Alarm. 'An architect! You could make towers, home-sweet-homes. Build high for happiness!' she exclaimed, impressed. Just as long as Fadreen didn't become a Great Architect... 'I paint. But the Fists wiped away my wallscrawls.'

Smoke Alarm realised that everyone was upstairs being all talky, and that no one was keeping outlook. She walked over to the window, but waved Fadreen to follow. The Kang peered out into the street, alert for Fists coming to start a to-do. 'Do the Fists make a to-do for you?'
The Guardian
GM, 166 posts
Sun 26 Jan 2014
at 03:34
  • msg #39

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

"Not for us," says Fadreen.  "We have registration codes and everything.  Father just wants us to keep off the street until things settle down, just to avoid misunderstandings."  She looks back at the others.  "But Gilso isn't a citizen here, and he already tried picking a fight with the Fists anyway.  I talked Father into letting him stay here, but I know the Fist will take him away if they find him."
Sereth
player, 109 posts
Sun 26 Jan 2014
at 06:25
  • msg #40

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

A frown from Sereth, before he speaks quietly once again.

"How many Draconians are left here? And, generally, can they survive the occupation here? And can you, or will the nature of your business mean you're trapped?"

A long pause.

"More importantly, what have these fists been doing since the invasion?"

His gaze then turned to Gilso.

"I perhaps could have ensured more survived; but fighting isn't the answer here. What did they do to the ones that didn't escape, do you know? Did they kill them or.... capture them?"

His gaze made it unclear which was the worse fate.
The Guardian
GM, 167 posts
Sun 26 Jan 2014
at 18:24
  • msg #41

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

"They didn't kill them, that I could see," says Gilso.  "The Fists didn't even use any weapons.  I mean, we didn't use anything besides clubs ourselves -- but they didn't help.  They're really, really good at barehand fighting."

Szezak looks at Gilso, who subsides.  "Legate, we don't know what happened to them exactly; the Fists haven't made any official statements about people breaking the law.  We hear things, though.  They are supposed to have taken over the Justice Center at the Ultiplex, and they've been moving people there when they take them into custody.  Both people who are actually fighting them or breaking the law, and unregistered people, illegal residents.

"They've said that people with valid residency are not going to be harmed and eventually things will go back to something like normal -- with a lot of their new laws and moral codes in place, I suppose, and with this 'training' that they say is mandatory.  None of us here have seen what that entails; when they sent out our registration codes I was Red Epsilon, and Penya and Fadreen are both Red Phi, and none of those have been called for orientation yet.

"I think there are something like forty of our people still in Miszere District, a few more scattered around here and there on the ring.  But about half of those are unregistered like Gilso, and I don't know what the Fists are going to do with them once they've rounded them all up."  Szezak frowns.  "My family could probably get by, but if I had it to do over again I'd have taken them out-system when I had the chance.  You always felt like you had the Throne's hand over you before, even though you were living under a foreign government.  I don't feel like that any more."
The Traveller
player, 183 posts
Renegade Time Lord
Time's Defender
Sun 26 Jan 2014
at 23:15
  • msg #42

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

"Miss, this is capital, absolutely capital. I can work with this. This is conquest with a veneer of morality. This is also trying my patience. Persevere and ascend, my ass. Thank you. Now, I need to do some planning." She finds herself nonplussed that she's slipping back into the verbal and facial memories of the face she was born with, and that New England accent. She finds that she's not displeased by this.

Trav has of course been recording the announcement, and is getting ready a superphone e-mail to her team.

In the body of the e-mail -

The Traveller:
From: Trav
To: Team TARDIS
CC: Zu Rheng

Ok, I have an outline of a plan.

It seems what's going on here is that this is a Jim Jones style cult, which uses martial arts and Falun Gong style practices as it's drug. The martial arts practice sets the stage for mental reprogramming.

This is, at it's base, memetic warfare. We have to counter with the better, stronger idea.

My scheme has 3 parts -

First - I'm going to write an app called Radio Free Arsuran. This habitat needs communications infrastructure to survive, they can't take away everyone's phones. This app will allow us to broadcast to any communications device in the habitat, and will also function as a social networking app. None of it will be coercive. I also don't suspect that these guys have the technical capailities to stop it without revealing their bosses hand. If it does, then I will go to meet him or her. This is all about the Great Beast, as described by the Chamber of Time Unwrought. Whoever the leader of this movement is, they're scared shitless. I'm scared that I may be partially responsible for this - I'll explain it all when we're back at the TARDIS.

Second - The 36 Chambers. The way to defeat this Fists style is to refute their vision of coercive unity with one of cooperative unity. Lord Sereth, Ru, I'd like for you to get with Smoke Alarm can fill out and formalize Kang Fu - that Doctor's entire adventure in that place was how he encouraged a disparate group of folks to rise against a monstrous dictator and create a true community. We want to express that any coercive means of bringing together people will be a jenga tower that will collapse in the face of the Great Beast, and coercion in fact serves it. We'll spread Kang Fu like a counter meme, and devise it so that it's easy to learn, can be used by anyone, will be infinitely changeable and adaptable, and will most importantly counter the mind control aspects of the Nine Fists style, and kick it's ass in a fight. Build High For Happiness!

Third - Mandy, head back to the TARDIS and grab my pistols, I entrust them to you. Also, once we get some idea on these Blue Spheres, yo and I will work on Project Anti-Kool Aide (ask Chibi Trav for the meme reference.) Smoke, when you're ready, you get my hat. Stan, you're getting my sonic. I don't have anything specific in mind to ask you Stan except that you stay at my side and play devil's advocate, I need someone to see with their heart right for me. I love you people, and I entrust this all to you because (a) the tools will be useful in this scheme and (b) I'm just the idea girl. I plan on, when they're provoked enough, to turn myself over to the 31 suns. However, I will not let my tools or the TARDIS fall into their hands. I'll set a set of instructions with Chibi to take everyone somewhere safe if this all goes south. I have no intention of martyring myself, but unlike my dear Boobie I want there to be backstops in case something bad happens.

We need to speak to the details - tactics on the ground, ways of creating a non-violent insurgency, and attacking the Suns at their weak point - their sense of morality and self righteousness. We need to convince the people of Arsuran Orbital prime to reject coercive unity, which is in fact divisiveness, and that only cooperative unity can achieve the goals both they and we want. This must be a non-violent insurgency, and we must make the Suns, and their leadership, our friends and allies. We must also forgive them - they're doing this because they're desperately afraid. We need to show them they shouldn't be. We need to get all Ghandi and King on their asses.

Questions? Ideas? Cries of "Trav you're a crazy dumb bitch?"


This gets composed with a wave of the sonic onto her Ipad.
This message was last edited by the player at 23:18, Sun 26 Jan 2014.
Sereth
player, 110 posts
Mon 27 Jan 2014
at 11:56
  • msg #43

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

Hearing how bad it had gotten had Sereth bowing his head, before, at the end of it, he dropped to his knees in front of Szezlak and Gilso.

"I'm sorry. I failed you. I should have made sure every Draconian was on the way out before I myself fled."

After that, however, he stood up, and his voice was grim.

"But this Will. Not. Stand. I do not know when, or how, but I will get our people out, and home. Szezlak, make sure the registered ones don't cause any problems. Get word out if you can for the unregistered ones to lay low if they can."

His eyes now focused sharply on Gilso.

And you, my friend, have a bright future ahead of you if you were the only one in a group of 7 where all your companions were caught. When we get off here; when we see you all safely home, I want you to come to make an appointment with me. When I've finished my current assignment for the Emperor; I want to talk to you about your future. I have failed the people here before; but you, I think, I can do something with once the current crisis has past."

He looked angry.
The Traveller
player, 185 posts
Renegade Time Lord
Time's Defender
Mon 27 Jan 2014
at 20:21
  • msg #44

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

Running out of time, thinks Trav. After composing the email, she pops an instruction to Chibi Trav - Sweety, please find for me everything you have in the onboard records on Haran Lucin, ok? She finds herself tempted to contact the Splintered Sisterhood, as their method of temporal perception was untraceable.  This was what the Time Agency was good at - they were just as much historians as they were spies and assassins. But Trav wasn't ready to let the Time Agency know she was back, quite yet. She had already kicked enough hornet's nests.

OOC: Sereth, since you're on Team Tardis, you received that email.
Stanley Newton
player, 50 posts
Mon 27 Jan 2014
at 23:54
  • msg #45

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

The Guardian:
... the woman looks at Stanley in surprise when Trav introduces him.  "You're a doctor?  I thought I knew everyone registered in this district -- even the ones who just did private practice.  I guess you're new here?  Bad luck for you, I suppose."  Her face turns hard again for a moment.  "We could have used you when the casualties started showing up, you know."


"I know." Stanley says, having learnt a long time ago that he couldn't be everywhere people needed help. "I was somewhere else helping other people hurt by the Fists."

Listening to Varan Osto's speech, Stan is reminded of the Sisterhood's motivation. The Fists sounded a bit hypocritical hurting and killing people to protect them and then apologizing.
The Guardian
GM, 168 posts
Tue 28 Jan 2014
at 01:43
  • msg #46

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

At Stanley's answer, Nadia looks stricken, and drops her head.

"Of course.  I... I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to--  I just--"

She sits down on the running track with her knees pulled up, and hides her face on her arms.  She starts shaking slightly.
The Guardian
GM, 169 posts
Tue 28 Jan 2014
at 01:54
  • msg #47

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

Szezak looks at Sereth.  "Of course, Legate."  He checks the time.  "I meant to go out to get a few essentials today, before the curfew.  I should be able to start getting the word circulating with a few people I know.  It's likely not safe to use the comms."

Meanwhile Gilso is looking at Sereth.  He is still, apparently, a bit cowed by Sereth's earlier rebuke.  "Uh.  Well, sir, in truth I feel a bit shamed by leaving my friends behind.  I promise you this, I'll do my best to be careful and try to take care of the others here, in the meantime.  I will try to justify that confidence, sir."
Smoke Alarm
player, 193 posts
Hail the unalive
Blue Kang the Last
Tue 28 Jan 2014
at 02:28
  • msg #48

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

A loud, old-fashioned telephone ring emanated from Smoke Alarm's pack, and she was surprised to discover it was her talkiphone that Traveller had made icehot. She found a text message from Traveller. She tried reading it, but it was really long, and there were lots of words she didn't understand or stumbled over. She skimmed through for her name: do Kang Fu, get Traveller's hat. She could do that. She put the talkiphone away and answered Fadreen sadly 'I think some of my friends were taken to the cleaners by the Fists...' She patted Fadreen's clawed hand reassuringly. 'Stay sound and safe. Keep outlook, 'ware Fists. Don't get taken to the cleaners.' she begged her new egg-head friend.

With that, Smoke eyespied out the window, keeping outlook on the streets outside, always wary of caretakers or cleaners. She wished she could get a better outlook. 'Is there an outway upstairs, onto the roof?'


OOC: Keeping outlook, 16.
10:25, Today: Smoke Alarm rolled 16 using 2d6+9 with rolls of 5,2. awareness + ingenuity + keen senses.
This message was last edited by the player at 02:40, Tue 28 Jan 2014.
The Guardian
GM, 170 posts
Tue 28 Jan 2014
at 02:47
  • msg #49

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

Smoke Alarm:
With that, Smoke eyespied out the window, keeping outlook on the streets outside, always wary of caretakers or cleaners. She wished she could get a better outlook. 'Is there an outway upstairs, onto the roof?'


"There's a fire escape."

Smoke Alarm makes it up to the roof.  It's the middle of the day here but things are still quieter than she's used to.  From here she has a much better view of the Ring.  She can see the spaceport where all the sky-flys come and go, and the large number of red Fist sky-flys parked there; she can also see, a bit further along the Ring, the big brightly lit building where Mrs. Maglup had told her the whole Ring was run from.  Smoke Alarm had never went there herself.  Caretakers.

She gives an outlook in all directions, and doesn't see any Fists trying to eye-spy on the building.  There is a place not too far away where she does see some motion -- it looks like people dispersing from an area at a walk.  It's the same direction that Trav and Stanley first headed.
This message was last edited by the GM at 02:50, Tue 28 Jan 2014.
Smoke Alarm
player, 195 posts
Hail the unalive
Blue Kang the Last
Tue 28 Jan 2014
at 14:44
  • msg #50

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

'Fire Escape?' Smoke Alarm exclaimed, thinking of the Red Kang, then realised it was an actual fire escape. She went up and outlooked over the corners and ledges, and outlooked all around, satisfying herself that no Fists were creeping up on the Draconian brain-quarters with no outlooks.

She headed back downstairs and reported to Sereth with military crispness. 'I made outlooks from roof. No Fists in eyespy. All sound and safe.'

Returning to Fadreen, Smoke Alarm thought for a moment, looked her over, and asked 'Do you want to know-how Kang Fu?
The Guardian
GM, 173 posts
Wed 29 Jan 2014
at 01:26
  • msg #51

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

Fadreen looks at Smoke Alarm curiously.  "'Kang Fu'?  What is that?  Is it a sacred practice of your people?"  She looks curious, but takes a look at Szezak.  "My father's very worried about my absorbing too many unsettling ideas from other cultures," she says.  Her voice drops low.  "I certainly shouldn't do any such thing right here with him watching...."
Zheng Ru
NPC, 8 posts
Wed 29 Jan 2014
at 01:48
  • msg #52

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

A message comes back over Trav's iPad.

Zheng Ru:
It is a devious plan you propose and I can scarcely help but admire it, Traveller.

I have given careful attention to the Fists' Three Journeys since you sent it.  What I see is that they have ordered their campaign in a hierarchy that places the flesh before the mind, the mind before the heart.  I have always felt that where the spirit is secure, the mind and the body will follow -- and so what you have outlined is, in a sense, the direct mirror of the road the Fists would march their subjects down.

Do you wish my assistance?  There are thousands of souls on Arsuran Orbital Prime, and it will be a task for many to spread the understanding that they all will need to counter the Fists' indoctrination.  And it will be a campaign waged over time as well.  Perhaps the presence of some of my more trusted students, confident and sure in themselves, will help to spread your message through all the people you will want to reach, if we can be brought in without alerting the Fists.

(And, though it is not a prospect I relish, we may be of aid if the Fists do turn to violence again.)

Let me know how I can help, friend.

Ru

Smoke Alarm
player, 197 posts
Hail the unalive
Blue Kang the Last
Wed 29 Jan 2014
at 13:13
  • msg #53

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

Smoke Alarm grinned widely. 'It's games! It's funs! I'll show you.' Smoke Alarm clapped her hands then presented her palms to Fadreen. 'You do the same. Like in a mirror.' Steadily, she took Fadreen through a simple clapping game, part of the ending of the How-You-Do ritual.

    'Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, Rezzie-san.
    Make me into cake fast as you can.
    Roll it, pat it and scrawl it with P.
    Put it in the oven for Rezzie to eat.'

'Now you know-how!' Then she changed it up, introducing claps of alternate hands and speeding up the rhythm and pace.

    'Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, Caretaker man.
    Take me into cage fast as you can.
    Roll it up, roll it up,
    And throw it in a bin!
    Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, caretaker man.'

Laughing, Smoke Alarm steadily increased the pace and introduced more complex actions, with hands reaching for the body, slaps to arms, and swaying bodies.

    'Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, Rezzie-san.
    Make you into cake fast as I can.
    Roll you up, roll you up;
    Put you in a pan;
    And push you in the oven as fast as I can!'

Now she was swinging her hands at Fadreen's arms and hands, inviting her to swat them away. She'd soon turned a simple game of pat-a-cake into an open-handed attack and block routine Zheng Ru could be proud of. With it, the Kangs would defend and dodge attempts by Caretakers to apprehend them — and hopefully Fadreen and the people of Arsuran could avoid the clutches of the Fists. 'And we can play chasey, seek and hide, unblind man's bluff, rat-catching...'


OOC: Teaching Kang Fu. I'm not sure what attribute to use, but settled on Ingenuity, with Fighting and Kang Fu. So, 15.
20:35, Today: Smoke Alarm rolled 15 using 2d6+6 with rolls of 5,4. ingenuity + fighting + Kang Fu.
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