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Right, now the member of the month, once Wild Card has been opened a month and is up and running, is decided by various things. The first thing: Activity. A member must be active with the site, meaning they come on at least once or twice every other day to check posts and reply to the people they're posting with. Two: they're involved with what's going on with the site. That means anything out of character or in character. If there's a change going on, they're giving feedback on it, or if we've started a poll for opinions on something, they've voted and replied, etc., etc. Over all just being involved. Thirdly: They're kind and respectful to the other players in OOC, the one that can be viewed by everyone. That includes the Cbox, the game board, and anything in the OOC categories. They're also willing to help members or guests that have questions if the admins aren't online to do it themselves
"We can not simply be in the middle of nowhere because a closet must be in a house, or at least a building, of some sort. We obviously must be somewhere. If you could just manage to get us out of here, we would be able to find out just where in the hell we are." –Sweeney Todd
Like the man said, everyone must obviously be somewhere at some point in time, you can’t just be no where, it’s impossible.
Regardless of which continent you rested on, which country you called your home, you were somewhere.
Were, that is. I say ‘were’ because that would mean it was your previous place of residence. Obviously you’re not there now if you don’t recognize the old-fashioned Victorian furnishing, the high ceilings, fancy carpets and patterned wall papers. But just how you got here is completely unknown to you.
Really, nobody has any logical explanation. You were simply taken from your story, wherever you existed, and placed somewhere inside (or outside) the house. If you’re lucky, you landed near someone else in your same predicament, and if you’re luckier, you befriended them.
Some would call it the twist of fate, a wild card that’s thrown into a card game at the last minute to totally throw it off the course it had been taking, possibly in your favor.
Either way, you can’t leave. Don’t try, you won’t succeed. So you may as well get to know the other residents and have fun while you’re at it. They’re not that bad, and the house is beautiful (as well as its grounds), so why not just relax and put that old world behind you?
Step into the world of Wild Card. Humans from eras you didn’t know existed, talking animals, and one large and enchanted house.
JOHANNA BARKER
Age: 16
From: Sweeney Todd
Johanna is a quiet, young girl who was held captive in Judge Turpin's house for the past sixteen years. Her father was transported for life and she lost her mother when she was just over a year old. She was taken in by Judge Turpin. Despite being quiet, Johanna is an intelligent, strong-minded and courageous girl. She wonders what ever became of her father and hope to one day be reunited with him.
Re: (forced) What the Flames! « Reply #45 on Mar 31, 2008, 11:43pm »
Cynder squinted at the high pitched grinding noise. She had a feeling, but..." It's not going to work." She shrugged and jumped up on the table again. "Agreed Sylar. What you choose is what you'll choose." She could hear the woman, but left her alone remembering that purple dragon screaming her name as she was snatched, before the world went black and she ended up here. Her scales clicked as she sat down, sighing.
Re: (forced) What the Flames! « Reply #46 on Apr 1, 2008, 6:08pm »
Following The Doctor's heels was Daniel Jackson, still a bit weirded out by this house. As he reached towards the door, a thought dawned on Daniel's mind. Wasn't this the one that he had heard screaming from? In fact, he was pretty sure. Damn. Before he could open his mouth to ask his question, The Doctor knocked on the door and started talking. Daniel pressed his ear to the door, not knowing if the wood was thick enough.
Suddenly, there was a grinding noise in his ear. Daniel jumped back from the door slightly, as The Doctor grinded away. That raised another question-who honestly kept a screwdriver on their person? It's not like he could talk though. A lot of the time Daniel kept his archaelogical tools with him. Well, they were useful! He continued to watch The Doctor screw-drive away. "I don't think it will work," Daniel said, frowning slightly. "The house is weird like that." Daniel turned towards the door. "Look," he asked at the door, feeling slightly weird. "Does anybody in there have a key or something?"
"Uh, w-well, my translation's a little bit vague, um, I think the circle means 'the place of our legacy'…or it could be 'a piece of our leg', but the first seems to make more sense."
The Doctor removed the electric device from the door. "Don't worry," he told Daniel and whomever was behind the door. To prove his point, that yes, the screwdriver was going to open it, he pulled on the door. A pause. Glancing at Daniel, he proceeded to pull some more. No, nothing. Then, for the hell of it, he pushed. Still nothing.
"Hold on a minute," he told the people behind the door. "Just a few technical difficulties." Again, he tried to sonic screwdriver it to death, and again, the door refused to budge.
"Eh, yes. A key. That'd be the best bet... You don't happen to have one of those in there, do you?" This was so odd! The screwdriver tended to always work. But here it did... nothing. It just lit up and made a noise. There was just something about this house.
Re: (forced) What the Flames! « Reply #48 on Apr 1, 2008, 7:04pm »
As Sylar heard voices on the other side of the door, he perked up slightly. Ah, voices were good. Voices would let him out of there. He waited patiently as one of the voices, a chipper sounding voice started to talk. As Peter and the dragon explained what to do, Sylar stood up. That wasn't going to work. He knew this house, it wouldn't work. He put his hand in his pocket and grasped the key inside of it.
As expected, it didn't work. Sylar smirked slightly, taking triumph in the fact that these people were not helping at all. Schenfreude, that was what it was called. Happiness at the misfortune of others. Then, the second voice was asking for a key. Well, now was the time to use his ace. "I've got one," Sylar said, pulling the key out of his pocket. "It won't work though. I checked." Still, Sylar had a slight feeling that the rest of the room would kill him anyway for not telling. It seemed like they would take any excuse to kill him. Before anyone could say anything, Sylar was at the door. He bent down and pushed the key through the crack at the bottom. It wasn't any use to him. Maybe the two voices could use it.
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Re: (forced) What the Flames! « Reply #49 on Apr 2, 2008, 3:42pm »
Hearing voices at the door, Fantine pulled her mind away from her daughter. She sat up, grabbing Mina's arm to steady herself. She listened as the man tried to open the door to no avail. He was shouting something about a key. Did anyone have a key?
Apparently so. Brian... Sylar pulled one from his pocket and went over to the door, pushing the key underneath it. Was that the key for their door? No, he'd tried it, hadn't he? And it hadn't worked.
"M'sieur" she called to the men outside the door. "Can you get us out of here? I need to find my daugh- Cosette.
Long story. I lost my hand. Christmas Day. In a swordfight.
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Re: (forced) What the Flames! « Reply #50 on Apr 3, 2008, 5:25pm »
The Doctor quickly ducked down and grabbed the key. "Perhaps it'll work..." He muttered, putting it into the lock and attempting to turn it. No luck. God damn it!
"It's the wrong key," he told the people on the other side of the door. "How in the world...?" He didn't even want to know the answer. There had to be some way in...
However, then a smaller, more feminine voice spoke up. Significantly French. He listened, and nodded. "Don't worry, Madamoiselle, I'll get you out of here as soon as I can. You'll be able to see Cosette in no time." Perhaps it was a false hope, he had no idea.
Then he had another idea. "Everyone, stand back. I'm going to try to open this door. By force, if necessary." He looked over at Daniel. "You, too."
Re: (forced) What the Flames! « Reply #51 on Apr 3, 2008, 8:01pm »
((Ah. Whoops.))
As the key was pushed underneath the door, Daniel smiled slightly. Pay dirt. Here was their answer. They would use the key, open the door, and get everyone out. Simple as pie. However, when The Doctor tried to open the door, nothing really happened. It was stuck. Daniel frowned slightly, watching The Doctor keep trying to open the door. "That's not good," Daniel simply stated.
Then, he heard the French voice. Daniel was tempted to reply back in French. However, he might end up trying to speak in French but it would come out English. He wasn't sure if the house could do things like that-he wouldn't put it past the house though. But Cosette...wasn't that the name of that girl from that book? He knew that he was being very vague...still, he couldn't remember the book's name!
Daniel turned his attention towards The Doctor. "Wait a minute. What kind of force?" He realized that he probably didn't want to find out. Force usually ended up with people getting hurt. Nodding at The Doctor, Daniel backed up until he was a good foot to the left of the door, (hopefully) out of The Doctor's rebound zone.
"Uh, w-well, my translation's a little bit vague, um, I think the circle means 'the place of our legacy'…or it could be 'a piece of our leg', but the first seems to make more sense."
Long story. I lost my hand. Christmas Day. In a swordfight.
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Re: (forced) What the Flames! « Reply #52 on Apr 3, 2008, 8:25pm »
The Doctor waited until Daniel was out of the way, deliberately not telling Daniel what type of force. Luckily, he guessed it. "Everyone ready?" he called, not really expecting an answer. That, and he wasn't about to give them time. Checking to make sure his Chuck Taylors were on and tied tightly, he nodded at the door.
"Door," he said, his voice low. "You are going down." With that, he ran full-speed towards the door, throwing his shoulder up against it. Unfortunately, the door was very solid, no matter how strange this house was, it was not something out of a movie. As a result, the door stayed firmly put, and the Doctor found himself on the floor in a large amount of pain.
"I'm alright," he said, holding his shoulder. It was a sharp, throbbing sensation, and he was sure the door was not even bruised in the least. "Bloody hell!" was uttered in a half-whisper as he stood up. "That door!" He pointed directly at it, "is evil."
Re: (forced) What the Flames! « Reply #53 on Apr 6, 2008, 10:32pm »
Sylar stood still, looking at the door. What was this guy thinking of doing? Using force. How silly. He couldn't get anywhere. He could try to telekinetically push the door open, sending it forward and giving the two men outside hunks of wood sticking out of their chest. Sylar raised an eyebrow slightly to himself. That would be fun. However, he wasn't sure if his telekinesis would actually work against the door. There was something in this house that seemed to make things not work the way they were supposed to. Sylar was slowly figuring out how to fix it.
As he heard a loud 'clunk' against the door, Sylar had to laugh slightly. His plan had failed. What had the man wanted to do, break down the door by ramming into it? That was futile. Why didn't those two idiots on the other side just try to take the key to another room? Maybe destiny had been annoying and gave him the key to...to a closet or something. He was certain that it might happen. "Try to find our key," Sylar commanded, still looking at the door. The people out there seemed to be kind of slow-at least to him.
Long story. I lost my hand. Christmas Day. In a swordfight.
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Re: (forced) What the Flames! « Reply #54 on Apr 6, 2008, 11:22pm »
On the other side of the door, the Doctor frowned, his hands on his hips as one of the people behind the door told him exactly what to do.
"Excuse me," he said, "But I happen to be the one outside this door at the moment, and I don't exactly enjoy you ordering me about." Of course, the other man did have a good point. He was just in the mood to ignore it based solely on his tone. All high-and-mighty. While, of course, the man behind the door could very well have been a king and the Doctor wouldn't have a single clue. Except his accent was distinctly not-kingish.
Turning back to Daniel, he spoke again, running one of his hands through his already messy brown hair. "There has to be some way to open that door!" Other than, of course, running off and trying to find the key. He was a stubborn man, and the manner in which he spoke to Daniel hopefully conveyed all of this. And if it didn't, well, Daniel could go get the key while the Doctor threw himself into the door a few more times. It had been, of course, a very stupid move to begin with, but it had made him feel better. Even if it had hurt. A lot.
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Re: (forced) What the Flames! « Reply #55 on Apr 7, 2008, 7:50pm »
Peter could tell this guy was being annoying just because he didn't like Sylar. He decided to help out with a new tactic. "Hey, we're really in trouble here... I doubt the door will just break open, you'll just end up pulling a muscle or something. Please, could you try to find the key to our room?" Peter said all this as kindly as he could. Hopefully the man on the other side of the door was a decent enough guy that he wouldn't mind trying to help them get out. Why wouldn't he want to do the right thing?
Long story. I lost my hand. Christmas Day. In a swordfight.
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Re: (forced) What the Flames! « Reply #56 on Apr 7, 2008, 8:09pm »
Much, much better!
The Doctor looked back at the door, smirking to himself. Oh, he was a decent enough guy. King of decent enough guys. The decent enough guy to end all decent enough guys. Unfortunately, when he was involved, not everyone always lived, but that was often times not his fault.
"Of course," he said in a pleasant tone. "Thank you very much for asking so politely!" He by far preferred this new man to the previous one. And something told him he wasn't the only one. "I, er, don't suppose you know where I should start looking? I've only just got here, you see. The TARDIS is still in the attic, and Daniel here brought me down to help try to get everyone out. Unfortunately, that's where my knowledge of this place stops."
Re: (forced) What the Flames! « Reply #57 on Apr 7, 2008, 8:19pm »
As The Doctor slammed into the door, Daniel couldn't help it. He let out a small laugh as The Doctor started cursing the door. Well, that didn't work. Besides, now they knew that things like trying to kick the door in? Fail. Apparently they could only open it with a key...as one of the voices commanded. Daniel scowled slightly, hearing the command from the other side of the door. Oh, it was easy for them to stomp about and give orders. The people in that room were locked in the room. All they had to worry about was. "Beats me," Daniel muttered, in response to The Doctor's question. "I'm still wondering how they locked themselves in the room."
Then, a much nicer voice asked if they could find a key...well, much more nicely than the previous voice. Daniel liked this voice. The Doctor then launched into an explanation about why they might not be the best team to find the key. He didn't know where they were either. "I'm Daniel," he quickly said, after The Doctor's explanation. "I've been in this house for a bit, but not enough to get real acquainted with it yet. So, any sort of direction would be helpful." Boy was this weird.
"Uh, w-well, my translation's a little bit vague, um, I think the circle means 'the place of our legacy'…or it could be 'a piece of our leg', but the first seems to make more sense."
Re: (forced) What the Flames! « Reply #58 on Apr 10, 2008, 9:18pm »
Sylar rolled his eyes slightly. It wasn't more of an order. It was just a request...made very emphatically. "Either way, we're stuck." he said, as if to make his point more. Then Peter spoke up, repeating what he said. Sylar turned towards Peter, keeping his eyes on him. That was what he said. He had told them to open the door. But no, they just didn't listen to him. The first person out there-not Daniel, he realized. Daniel was the slightly more frantic voice. Anyway, the first voice had listened to Peter. He wished that he had the girl's persuasion now. That would be great-he would be unstoppable.
Eyes still lingering on Peter for a bit, Sylar turned back towards the door. "Try the sewing room," Sylar idly said. Quite frankly, he didn't know if the sewing room had a key or not. Still, if it could get the annoying voices to leave that was a plus. Daniel was alright, mainly because he didn't say anything. As for not-Daniel...he was starting to piss Sylar off. Sylar's eyes trailed back towards Peter. He was tempted to kill him right here and right now. Still...that was irrational back there, when he started to fight. Nobody knew him here. He could have used that to his advantage and boom-he screwed it up. Although...nobody knew about the brains. That had to be a small plus.