#rush rp

[m0by-dick]

guys @lerxst-lifeson stole my mac and cheese.

[atomicapiary]

nlm tubbo you pathetic little thing..... i love uou

[socialitesleuth]

:COMMS BEGIN:

Lady P,

Sorry for the early morning comms, hope this doesn’t wake you too early - I make it just after 5 your time.

We’re just finishing up a mission in the Persian Gulf - a luxury hotel collapsed overnight, on an island just offshore Doha. Only built two years ago, whole place is pretty new and shiny.

Been a rough night, Pen - fifteen we were too late to help, including two kids. Just families on vacation...

Anyway, victims are saying they felt tremors, it certainly looks like a quake from the debris now the sun is up and J is absolutely confident it came from beneath the sea bed (absolutely being a rather irritated direct quote, so I’m not asking again).

But… this isn’t a quake hot zone. It doesn’t make any sense, and there haven’t been any aftershocks either while we’ve been working. Five can’t get a good read because of the debris and mineral interference underground. The whole place is on top of the enormous old oil fields, and it sends the scanners haywire.

The company that owns the hotel has set my squid sense off though. Name’s Fulcra, I’ve sent you the profile on them. Ran by a guy named Randall Price. He’s a venture capitalist from Houston originally, but the company’s HQ is a London address. That’s as far as I’ve managed to get.

They own a couple of the small artificial islands around here that are being used as tourist hotspots. Think luxury waterfront villas on stilts kinda stuff, the hotel that’s collapsed was the biggest. Nice place, high end, lots of good dive spots.

This area’s all under a World Heritage protected marine environment permit for a biosphere reserve. They’ve spent decades trying to replenish the mangroves and coastal vegetation after what the oil fields and production did to the waters here, the aquatic populations are only just starting to rise comfortably. I didn’t understand how they even got permission for this sort of work but…

They’ve got a giant platform further out in the Gulf that’s supposedly ‘cleaning the sea’ and helping to replenish the sea bed. Seems to be some sort of agreement that they can build these resorts, in exchange for what appears to be green work. I tried to get a proper look at the platform in Four, out of interest, but they’ve got laser nets up. I got an autoturret my way for trying to go any further in the exosuit…

I’d like to think they’re just really protecting that biosphere, but I don’t get a nice eco-friend impression.

My gut says I’m getting Hydrexler vibes, and you were right about that oily CEO last time. I’m not sure I want to be right, but I do want to know what’s going on here… and I thought you might too, as our resident top agent with a passion for all things Earth-saving.

So, I thought I’d hand it over to you, and let you do what you do best - cosying up to the billionaires and getting them to spill the tea.

Lemme know if you know or find anything on them. We’re going to be here another couple of hours, finishing up stabilising the debris field and having another run through, and then heading back. S managed to get the Price guy on comms briefly, but he wasn’t much for talking. Maybe you’ll have more luck.

G 🦑

:COMMS END:

FIRST DATE?

The flickering light and the soft buzz from her compact device caught her off-guard. Penelope, who had positioned herself in an armchair beside her tall windows after giving up on sleep half an hour earlier, sat herself up a little straighter. The blanket which she’d wrapped around herself was pulled tighter to her frame as her eyes read the message.

The hour might have been earlier and, on any other day, Penelope might very well have still been sleeping, but today was different. She rubbed her tired eyes as they scanned Gordon’s words. At first, she’d hoped it had been something akin to a social call. She rather enjoyed those, especially when they came from Gordon, but the more she read, the more Penelope realised it was anything but that.

Her interest peaked as she reached Gordon’s conspiracy.

Her mouth grew dry when she reached Gordon’s information.

The blanket was thrown off her body and Penelope stood. With her comms device still in hand, her eyes still darting from left to right as she continued her reading, she crossed her bedroom and gently tugged on the bell.��

Minutes passed before a very sleepy Parker knocked on her bedroom door. Penelope, having only just finished Gordon’s message, opened it.

“Terribly sorry to wake you, Parker, but it seems we have a situation. I need you to cancel my schedule for today and then get me all we have on the company known as Fulcra. CEO is a man named Randall Price.”

“But, m’lady, that’s—”

“I’m perfectly aware of that, thank you, Parker. See if you can arrange a meeting of some kind, if that’s at all possible.”

Parker nodded, still more asleep than he was awake, before he trundled off down the hallway to make good of his ladyship’s requests.

Penelope returned to chair by the window and curled herself back up. The sun was just beginning to rise on the horizon as she typed out her reply.

COMMS BEGIN

@squidsinashirt, Thank you for your concern — I shall look into this and get back to you when I

Penelope ceased her typing and sighed. She knew it wasn’t fair to lie to him, not after her sent her looking. A moment or two passed before Penelope deleted her previous sentence and began to re-type it. 

COMMS BEGIN

Gordon,

This company?

I shall look into this as you requested but, I must warn you, you may not like what I find. Randall Price is… let us say a man I am already familiar with, or rather his business is. What I can tell you is that, for the most part, Fulcra is celebrated as a rather clean company, but that doesn’t always mean much — you were right to mention Hydrexler. The Persian Gulf was supposed to remain a protected marine environment, at least that was how I understood it. I’ll ask some of my World Heritage connections what they know too, see if I can get a bigger picture for you.

Give me a couple of days. I’ll try and, what was it you said? Cosy up to the billionaire? Get him to spill the tea? Parker is going to try and get me an appointment but, if that fails, I do have an alternative plan.

Do try and get some rest once you’ve finished up. The mission in Doha sounds like it’s been a terribly distressing situation for all involved. You know I am always here if you need to talk about it. Any of it.

I’ll be in touch once I hear something.

Stay safe, 

Penny x

COMMS END

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Once upon a time, names held weight. Penelope had thought that Scott’s name had simply been too tied up with International Rescue for Randall Price to give him the time of day… until she too was ushered away once the more difficult questions were asked. From her other sources, Penelope had heard only rave reviews of the company. Yet something felt… off.

It was just after dinner when Penelope began her second message to Gordon.

COMMS BEGIN

It's too clean. Not sure what’s going on but I definitely sense something. Plan B is in operation. Randall Price might not have wanted to speak to me today, but he did invite me to his Charity Ball this weekend — I’ll see if I can find out more then.

I’m hoping you returned home safe and sound and that you managed to have a good rest. I suppose it’s my turn to apologise if this message wakes you. 

Penny x

COMMS END

[wakeuppizzaboy]

"….Where the FUCK am I."

the peer pressure peer pressured. blog made to match with @c00lbug and @t3lam0n parody account for the elliot of this au! the rest of the au was made by (@chaotic-conquest) and (@3m1lth34rt1st). only i (@seakittypups) am in charge of elliot's lore though ^_^

this askblog in particular is only run by @seakittypups shamelessly ripping off emil below:

! General Things ! warnings will be added as i go (and will be tagged separately in posts)

interactions are fine i just probably wont initiate them at first! if you wanna interact with my creature send in an ask or mention me i dont bite

owner of the blog is a minor. don't be weird thanks

pretty much ALL of this varies greatly from the canon . dont be surprised when the au aus you have been warned

i will. more than likely hold off on art until im 100% certain on how to draw my little guy. my bad

ooc asks are alright!

ooc will be [bracketed and orange]

magic anons are cool with me just like. dont go overboard.

! Tags !

delivery! (ask)

doodles on a napkin (art)

i like to play and draw (OOC)

rush hour! (reblog)

working around the clock (rp)

employee of the month (art from others)

whatever happened to 'your partner in crime'? (lore)

[bestsalesman1997]

{{{His mind goes silent. Your senses dull. A familiar presence fills the emptiness instead.}}}

So cruel of them. How lucky that you have me.

{{{You almost hear her distant laughter. She's muffling his senses like putting hands over his ears.}}}

Poor little virtue.. Don't worry. I'll stay for a while.

(Spamton slumps from relief, soaking in the blissful quiet. It's a nice reprieve, one he very much needed.)

* ...You helped me.

(He regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth; of course She helped! Why wouldn't She? What a silly statement. He should be embarrassed, wasting her time like this. He could have handled it! He should have! He must look pathetic to Her.)

* ...Please... Don't leave.

(it's a stupid request. He says it anyways.)

[saph-y]

Speaking of baldur's gate I restarted a new campaign (still haven't finished the first one tho >_> shhh) because I got very intrigued by the Dark Urge run and... I'm enjoying it A LOT more actually ? Like, yes okay THAT'S what was missing ! I'm much more involved with my character. That and, you know. The Horrors 😌 Plus, I went with the canon design and it's just gorgeous ?? And so fitting for the vibe ! Oh and also I learned from my mistakes and go to the camp a lot more and hey, I actually get interactions with the companions which *is* better xD

[pandemonium-express]

*In the distance, you see a group or people, heavily armed personnel of 5 people. They have all differences in their armor and tools, with only one thing in common. They all share the Urbanshade Symbol*

"Yuck."

[She flickers her eyes and sits in a vent. He didn't want to interact with these people, they didn't look friendly.]

[lunarxlupus]

Xenoblade Rush

@madnessroleplay (closed rp)

A roleplay based off the fanfic by lolrus555 and sorasentry, crossing over Xenoblade Chronicles 2 and Hi-Fi Rush.

Chai expected many things signing up for Project Armstrong. Getting musical robot powers, having a tech company hunting him down and try to kill him, and being bonded to a girl that can control fire, was not one of them. Through hi-jinx, action, and rocking music, Chai and the Aegis have a long road ahead to stop corruption and get the Aegis back home. (The document gives the setting to reply to. No need to match length.)

[universestreasures]

"That is wrong Zuwijo! Yuhi, Yuamu, and everyone has made me realize. Rush Duels, first and foremost...Help us understand each other!"

Private, Independent Multi-Muse Featuring Yudias Velgear of Studio Bridge's Yu-Gi-Oh! Go Rush. Beloved By: Rarity (She/Her, 25+) @universestreasures

[mephone-x]

do yuo know hwo to dnacr

[ .. ? ]

[hatchlings-everywhere]

"Akira?"

Aster searches around for her.

@master-of-d1saster

{Akira was where Aster normally works.}

Hi Dad!

{For the first time, you hear Akira use something other than her inside voice. Her speech is also sped up. She is also digging through your stuff and using your materials.}

How did life begin?

What's a black hole?

If there's a black hole, is there a white hole?

How is metal made?

Where do you get your metal from?

What's the strongest thing on Earth?

Why is it called Earth?

Are there other places where life inhabits?

{Akira starts spitting off questions faster than they can be answered. Or registered, for that matter. She giggles and her tail wags.}

[lonely-alchemist-wxs]

Birthday Shenanigans ?

I was wondering if any of you would like any of the extra plants the other greening committee members and I grew recently, considering they’re of no use to me.

I also have a few extra tickets to a Phoenix Wonderland show or two laying around because—my schedule’s gotten too busy to attend them for a birthday outing or two—if that’s more of your taste.

(I really don’t want any of these vegetables in my house before I’m forced to eat them…)

@shinonome-akito-vbs @aoyagi-vbs @an-vivid-bad-squad @kohane-vbs @yuki-n25 @emuotories <- sorry if you either didn’t wanna be tagged or if i forgot you uwaa…

[izaack-gauss]

Mmm... What were my parents like when they were not married? Or whatever...

" Still lovey and dovey... Sigh "

[nellx3whathavewehere]

The sun keeps the grass warm and bright while the sounds of the river running over the rocks creates a pleasant background noise. The sun is still in the sky, but would set in a matter of hours.

Nell drags a wagon full of supplies to the flattened area and ties up her hair as she's setting up a few chairs for her VIPs - the portal gang and herself of course. She takes out a few blocks to serve as a table for anyone who may have brought snacks to share.

Everything was in place, including the extra compost bins. Nell proudly wore her new flower crown with her outfit and repeatedly counted the veggie dogs in her cooler to make sure everyone would be able to have a serving if they wanted.

A few early birds arrived with their own chairs and the good vibes had begun.

"Help yourself to a veggie dog, dawg. I hope you enjoy the party! I'm gonna put on some tunes."

((Any asks with '🔥' or comments or reblogs to this post for however long this goes on, will be replied to with semi lit style for Bonfire Party. This is like a 'frozen-in-time' event so it might last all week irl, but in the RP world it's just a few hours))

[scramjettracy]

APRIL FOOL!

Oh btw, i hacked into your system (too easy)

And tweaked it a little bit. Now.your automatic dressing machine has been programmed to put your clothes/uniform on back to front!

Enjoy!

H

What the…?

Aaaagggghhh this is… not comfortable!

What??

Why??

HOW???

JOHN??? EOS??? BRAINS??? KAYO???

HOW IS SHE STILL ABLE TO DO THIS???

@starman-john-tracy @eos-in-orbit @brains-ir @thunderbird-shadow

[imperatcr]

A golden cast over Mr. Ring-a-Ding's eyes signifies sunlight and defeat and ascension and Lux. Lux Imperator, reuniting with the heavens. Casting off his shell and returning to an infinite and formless state of being.

It signifies the flight of a god.

...and the grounding of his harbinger.

Mr. Ring-a-Ding falls to the ground, his gaze blank. There is no way to describe the experience of being brought to life under the blinding luminosity of a being beyond the realm of reason, only to be left hollow and small in their absence.

A mind expanded and shrunk. An infinite experience condensed into three short and dizzying months.

Mr. Ring-a-Ding tries to push himself to his feet, tumbling down again as soon as he's upright.

Jeepers. Maybe he'll just stay riiiight here for a while. He can enjoy the warmth of the sunlight, the plush carpet, the scent of smoke and burnt film...

Waitaminute. The fire! Did everyone get out okay?

Hopping up to his feet with a burst of newfound energy, Mr. Ring-a-Ding scrambles up the rubble of the steps as fast as he can climb them. ...which, admittedly, isn't very fast at all.

"Hello? Is anyone still-- still here?" The Doctor? Belinda?

...Mister Pye!

The toon hacks and coughs as he gets closer to the source of the explosion, smoke and debris heavy in the air. He might not technically need to breath like a human would, but it still feels appropriate to respond to his environment.

"Is anybody in here?"

For a long moment, Mr. Ring-a-Ding doesn't notice much of anything. Then, like a guiding light from on-high (should he say "thank you, Lux"?), a shaft of sunlight flickers over an unmoving form amidst the rubble.

"Hold on, Mr. Pye! I'm comin'!" The toon pants and heaves as he struggles to move piles of broken walls and shelves off of the man's body. With the limp frame finally free, Mr. Ring-a-Ding digs in his heels to drag Mr. Pye out into a clearer section of the theater, being as mindful as he can be about the angry-looking burns and scorch marks littering the poor man's limbs.

"Come on, don't go into the light..." (If Lux Imperator is all the light in the cosmos, is he "the light at the end of the tunnel," too? Something to ponder at a later date.)

Mr. Ring-a-Ding sits on the human's chest, giving him one big slap to knock some sense back into him. That's almost certainly not proper human medical procedure, but Mr. Ring-a-Ding is frightened and his thoughts are jumbled and this sort of thing always seems to work in his cartoons.

When Mr. Pye blinks open his eyes, he'll find himself prone, in pain, and with an all-too-familiar blue face peering down at him from above.

@deploy-the-fantasy -- !