RPG The God-Game [M-VSL]

[Corey]

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This is just prior to everyone finding out about McKlines mass-terrorism. Keep that in mind.

And without further ado.[/i]
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[list][b]The God-Game[/b][/list]
Allen walked through the halls of the University. He was always amazed by the variety of people the TDP employed. It had three floors 'above ground' (the whole complex is underground, but above ground refers to what is visible from the outside) and four below.

On the uppermost level are the psychics. All of the walls of that level are coated in an experimental metal alloy nicknamed 'Mentalium'. It increases the mental powers of any human being by about twenty percent. People gifted with psychic abilities have their powers doubled. Normal people have their mental prowess and problem solving abilities enhanced, though not to the same degree. Normals aren't as extremely receptive as psychics. The psychics spend their days scouting the surface through thought. Usually, alterations can be detected immediately. Peoples thoughts suddenly are completely different. One day they're worrying about who's going to be the next Head of the Commonwealth, and the next they're hoping that computers will be the wave of the future, or maybe if the current dictator is going to be assassinated or not.

Then the job switches to the second floor people, the historians. The head historian on 'real earth' history is a man named John Rodahl. He has dedicated his life to the study of 'real earth' and the preservation of it. It's his job to find out what's been changed.

On the first level are the agents. They're not TDP operatives that go back in time, but they travel to the surface and identify what's been changed, either by purchasing history books, looking in databases (if computers are available), or asking individuals about history, claiming to be a writer from another country. They have one of the most dangerous jobs. Sometimes the world is very taboo about it's history and will kill over it.

Sub-basement one is home to the new recruits of the TDP. They go through the rigorous mental exercises to prepare them for traveling in time and viewing the world in a changed state. Once they pass the first year, they're either transferred to a TDP Time Unit, or up the their respective levels of the University. The second sub-basement is the headquarters of the TDP Time Units. It is where they live and train. They train both physically and mentally to travel through time. After the initial time jump, the amount of lactate in muscles increases for about five minutes, sometimes causing cramps and extreme muscle pain. The last two sub-basements are where all the time travel technology is housed.

Allen shook his head, smiled, and started walking back to the structure. Sometime during his daze, he'd managed to walk out of the University, and almost all the way to the lift up to the surface. Allen shoved his hands into his pockets and thought about how eventless the last month had been. Not exactly a bad thing after the extreme amount of Time Incursions the last few months, but still, he was getting bored.

Hopefully something would happen soon. All he had was training and Tennis.[/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Vera Leisteré was on the second level in a quiet study room turned into her office. It was a safe haven of solitude for a Professor like her. People that passed by saw her nearly bare back and the curve of her spine, visible through her slightly darkened skin. She held in her hands a strip of paper curved and sealed together again, done so as to give the illusion that the paper was one piece impossibly twisted in two directions.

Such was the Mobius school. An open journal was resting on the table and on the shelf were rows and rows of books. Full of words and theories and phrases and thoughts that half of the Temporal Police had never even heard of. She ran her fingers over the paper, then set it down and picked up her pen. With delicate strokes, she wrote the latest thoughts down in her journal. Later she would give a lecture to a class. But now, it was writing time. She turned her head finally and looked straight at Allen, just as he was passing by. He paused and stepped to her door and mouthe,[/i]

"May I come in?"

[i]Vera smiled. And gestured with one hand. He entered and stood at one side.[/i]

"What are you working on?"

"Another lecture. Something on infinity and eternity for those of us acustomed to more esoteric thoughts." [i]She smiled at him and raised her journal.[/i]

"Something from the Book of Angelus Silesius. 'Man has two eyes. One only sees what moves in fleeting time. The other. What is eternal and divine.'"

[i]She grinned at him, even though he wasn't quite so sure where to begin. That kind of thought was still not widely accepted within every school.[/i]

"The lecture is going to cover the basics. Since we have people interested in our school for once."

[i]She laughed at his look and closed everything up.[/i]

"Shall we?"[/COLOR]

[Domon]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1][FONT=Comic Sans MS]John awoke on his couch in his quarters. Sitting up he rubbed his head slightly and then the light stinging on his bare stomach and chest flared up and remembered that he'd gone surfing earlier that day and had really wiped out on a wave. Slightly stumbling towards the shower John peeled off the rest of his clothes and walked into the curtain of steaming hot water. Standing with one arm braced on the wall of the shower he moved the right side of his hair out of the way and ran his hand along the long scar on his face and that night flashed back in bits in his mind; the steak knife, the blood, his mother finally tazering his dad, and finally going under for surgery. It all had seemed like some sort of demented dream that a madman would think of, but it wasn't. After he'd finally cleaned himself up, John stepped out of the shower and put on a tight black shirt and shorts that went down to his knees.

When John was fully dressed he walked out of his quarters and towards the elevator to the top ground so that he could go play a few hoops with some of the people that were already there. As he was walking there he saw Allen and Vera, he hadn't actually spoken to them in person, but he'd heard about how they were both really great people and that he should get to know them. Vera was a very attractive young woman who's very revealing attire would arouse any kind of man, but at the moment John was not paying attention to that.

"Good morning Mr. Legent, Miss. Leisteré." They looked at him, Allen nodded slightly and Vera cocked an eyebrow at him, letting the ever so annoying awkward silence fill the gap and void between these different people. Quickly nodding, John left their view and continued towards the elevator as he mentally smacked himself for his behavior near them.

The sun soon flooded into the elevator and John walked out towards the basketball court. Usually there wasn't much wind but for some reason there was at the moment.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Angelus_Necare]

[size=1][color=darkslategray]

"Well?" Marcus said cockily jutting his shoulders forward, looming ominously over the tiny white chesspeices under his comand. His opponent had been watching the board for what seemed hours now, quietly going over all of his options. It was really begining to annoy the new recruit. To him, chess wasn't a game in which to hesitate, you found your move and then you went for it!

"Hey, are you--" He began again, before he was cut off.

"Queen to D7, checkmate." Came the smooth tennor that sat opposite him.

For a moment, Marcus was stunned, looking over the chessboard very carefully, enough so, that you'd think he'd burn a hole in it. The other officers who had been watching began to chuckle and poke fun at the looser.

"First lesson newbie," Michael, a three year officer clapped the young man on the shoulder, "Nobody, an' I mean nobody will ever beat Eric Tudor in chess."

Eric extended his hand over the table for a friendly shake, as it was propper chess etiquete. Marcus took his hand reluctantly then sneered at the older officer as he began to rise and turn from the table.

"What? Just one game?" He asked, leaning back in his chair. Eric nodded in response, slightly turning to look down at his former opponent,

"There's somewhere I must be, excuse me." He said appologeticaly, before dissapearing completely from the gaming hall altogether.

"What a weirdo..." Marcus scoffed crossing his arms.

"Bein' here this long does things to ya kid" Michael answered, taking the seat opposite the new recruit. It seemed chess was going to continue afterall.

Eric wandered through the hallways down near the lower levels of the building. It was time once again for the daily ritual he had addopted for himself since before he knew when. It was something he learned to do as a child and would continue doing untill he died. It wasn't something that was burdensome, nor did it seem very uplifting anymore, it seemed a bit more than a normal habit. This bothered him.

He stopped at a large oak door, with a cross engraved into its surface. Pushing the door open with little to no effort he ventured inside, finding the small chapel empty. This didn't surprise him, and neither would the fact that he was the only one that used it. It seemed those who had come to understand time, felt that worshiping a diety such as God would be ridiculous. But it comforted him nonetheless, and old habits were hard to shake.

Eric winced at his recent train of thoughts. He shouldn't veiw this as a habit at all, it seemed wrong somehow. He shook the irritating thoughts from his head as he walked slowly up the red velvet aisles, and ran his hand along the backs of dusty pews. He took a seat in the front, digging his hands through his pockets for something. After a long search, he pulled a gold and garnet rosary from his breast pocket, lacing it in his fingers. Eric then knealt forward, and began to silently pray.

Silence befell the room once again, but was joined by soft, gentle breathing. It was very calming, one reason he still did it, and it offered him the time to sort out the somewhat hectic life one could live at the TPD. Finishing up his thoughts Eric prayed that whatever tasks were to come, that he could accept them gracefully, ending it all with an "Amen", the only word he spoke in the room.

Eric rose from the pew, making an invisible cross in front of his torso, before he turned to leave.

He imagined now that he would find something else to do to pass the time, perhaps he had an good book lying around somewhere...[/color][/size]

[Vicky]

[SIZE=1]He sighed heavily, letting his arms drop down and his book drop onto his chest as Daniel lay silently on his bed. He had been clutching a copy of [I]Huckleberry Finn[/I], a book which he knew was very old. It was something his brother found years ago and Daniel had the honour of keeping it since Robert reckoned it was a pile of nonsense and bad grammar when the characters spoke, but to Daniel it was an object that proved Robert's dumbness and his stupidity, also comparing the two brothers. Daniel had read the book at least four times over. He was glad it was still here and not erased from history, and glad he had brought it with him so it wouldn't be erased anyway.

He rubbed his neck with one hand and with the other he sticked his thumb gently into the last page as and sat up, sighing again, instantly finding himself bored. What was happening to his attention span these days? [I]Huckleberry Finn[/I] could keep him occupied for days, but lately he had to move around just to occupy himself. Maybe it was the lack of adventure going around lately or the lack of people he could talk to. Sure, he did talk to a few people around and knew some of them, but he never saw them most of the time. Maybe it was the fact that he never came out of his quarters when he wasn't needed or something else.

He gently opened the book again trying not to wreck it even more than it already was, and stared at the words in the last paragraph.

[I]"Tom's most well, now, and got his bullet neck on a watch-guard for a watch, and is always seeing what time it is, and so there ain't nothing more to write about, and I am rotten glad of it, because if I had knowed what trouble it was to make a book I wouldn't a tackled it and ain't a-going to no more. But I reckon I got to light out for the Territory ahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally she's going to adopt me and civilise me, and I can't stand it. I been there before."[/I]

His eyes flicked up like a robot from the words printed on the book and stared into nowhere. He closed the book slowly once more. painfully hearing the broken, wrecked spine of the book crack and crunch as he did.

"I think I need a new book." He finally said. Anyone would think he was moved by the ending because the way he stared, but he was really thinking about books. Any other book would do, a few more reads of [I]Huckleberry Finn[/I] and he could rewrite it in the exact words.

Daniel shook his head and laughed to himself, getting up off his bed and throwing the book down on the floor carelessly, making his way out of the door to his quarters in search of something else he could read. He should have done that along time ago, but back then he was too far into re-reading [I]Huckleberry Finn[/I] that he didn't think of it.

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[B]OOC: I'll just say this now: I've never read Huckleberry Finn, I just saw the book, grabbed it and copied out the last paragraph >.<[/B][/SIZE]

[Boba Fett]

[color=green]The elevator doors closed and the screen above the door changed; the numbers began to count down by one. Leaning against the wall in the right corner of the elevator was an African American man, dressed in grey sweatpants and a worn sweatshirt bearing the Time Cop Training Academy logo.

As the elevator came to a halt, the elevator?s lone occupant looked up. The screen read, in clear green letters, Sub Basement 2. He stepped towards the door and pressed his right index finger against a pad next to the floor selection panel. A tingling sensation crossed his finger, as the light from the print scanner moved from the top of the pad to the bottom. The system processed for a moment, and then the reflective metal doors of the elevator slid back.

The hallways were much emptier than those on most other floors, due largely in part to the significant number of temporal police, or ?Time Cops? as they were referred to informally, that were quartered on the floor. He?d been here quite some time, although one could never fully take in all the aspects of an operation that dealt with time in its entirety.

He entered his room, tossing his sweat soaked jogging clothes in a mound next to his dresser and getting in the shower. As the hot water poured forth over him, it washed away not only the sweat and grime of the morning?s exercise, but also everything he?d been thinking. Much in the same way the steam cleared his congested nose in flu season, it cleared his mind. Chuckling at the absurdity of that last analogy, Will toweled off and dressed in his usual work attire.

Just another morning in what was likely the most unpredictable job ever created?[/color]

[DDG]

[size=1]Everything was calm, relaxed, as it had been all day. The constant flipping of pages in a magazine was the only thing that was disrupting the stony silence of the quarters. The cover of the magazine bore a large picture of a crudely drawn, large headed, green alien. The title reading, [color=gray]"Aliens: Masters of the Anal Probes?"[/color] Hidden behind the magazine, her eyes sweeping across each and every page, studying each and ever paragraph down to the last mark of punctuation, was a women known only as Abby.

Rarely seen from the confines of her room, she kept to herself and liked it that way. Being occupied with any magazine she could get ahold on about aliens or UFOs or anything of the like, she had put most of her free time lately towards reading. The past month had been uneventful. Few to none new cases of time terrorism had cropped up, leaving her, as well as the other agents, with quite a lot of free time on their hands.

The rare appearances that Abby did make outside of her quarters were more than often unnoticed by the other agents. She kept far from them and made her trips outside her quarters unfrequent and usually just off to the library for a book. The books usually related to the supernatural of any kind, but sometimes they were just a book that seemed interesting. The library was not the only place she went within the University. She ventured around the building and made sure that she had explored every area that she could until she was sure she had the floor plan of each floor etched into her mind, right down to the tiniest detail.

It was, of course, impossible to avoid all of the agents during her ventures. Although any time she bumped into one, small conversations might spur. They were usually cut drastically short as Abby responded to whatever the other agent said with nods or a few words here or there; hardly a way to keep a conversation going. She regarded the other agents as "friends" and did have a few convulsive urges to speak to a few of them at times, but her normal habits usually kicked in and pushed the thoughts of conversing with any of them out of her mind. Part of her wanting to speak with them at times was that she knew that knowing a person more personally and knowing what they would do in a situation could be crucial during critical moments, when lives could be at stake and when the history of the world was in danger. She knew about her fellow agents, but not as much as she'd like to know.

A single thought that pushed her conversational urges away was that her fellow agents may want to know about her own self; a topic that she was attempting to keep away from conversations when they arised. Her past was the past; she was an stubborn person who would not divulge its secrets.

Flipping to the last page of the magazine and quickly reading through a small interview with a man who claimed to have been probed. [color=gray][i]"I saw a bright light, shinin' in the sky!"[/color] the man exclaimed to reporters as he pointed off into the distance. [color=gray]"Then, all of a sudden, they was liftin' me up with some kinda beam o' light. After that, everything's a blur; all I 'member is wakin' up the next day in the middle of the corn field, in the middle of a crop circle, and that my ass hurt like it had just been..."[/i][/color] and the man went on, explaining more of why he believed there was an anal probe inside of him.

Sighing, Abby tossed the magazine onto the coffee table next to the overstuffed armchair she was seated in. Standing up, she stretched, yawned and forced her way towards the door and out of it, into the desolate halls of the University.[/size]

[Gavin]

[SIZE=1][I]Kane had been sitting behind his desk for the better part of an hour sorting through mission briefs detailing different possibly alterations to the timeline, some were so subtle he didn't even realise they had occurred. The holograph of his family still sat at the edge of his workspace, it was all he had left of them, at least his family as he knew them.

Since then he had pretty much immersed himself in his work, trying harder and harder to bring those who would violate time to justice, to "un-knot the string". Kane was pretty much a veteran at this stage and one of the most recognisable Time-Cops in the business, still he would have traded it all back for one chance to see his real family again.[/I]

[B]Allen:[/B] [[i]Calmly[/i]] You OK Malcolm ?

[b]Kane:[/b] [[i]Distracted[/i]] Huh ? Oh sorry Allen I didn't see you there. I've just been going through some recent files, we seem to never have enough time to solve them all.

[b]Allen:[/b] [[i]Chuckles[/i]] If we did then life would be much simpler.

[i]Kane and Allen had on occasion worked together, although Kane preferred to work alone Allen was one of the few operatives he felt he could trust completely. Pushing back the datapad he got up from the seat, there really wasn't enough time to solve it all. He scratched his chin before sighing and picking up his coat. Obviously they were headed up to the surface, otherwise Allen wanted a game of tennis, neither option really appealed to him though he found the odd game of tennis to be relaxing...[/i]

[b]Kane:[/b] So what do the psychics reckon has been changed this time, Hitler, Stalin... Rodahl's mother-in-law ?

[i]Corey laughed at the last comment before the two set off towards the elevator.[/i][/SIZE]

[Corey]

[size=1]The elevator chimed and opened onto the second sub-basement. They walked out as the elevator thanked then for using it. Allen smiled, he always thought the elevator sounded tired when it said that. Like the strenuous action of lugging people up and down the building made it very hard to get on without voicing some kind of complaint, but it was just an elevator, so it kept it's opinions to it'svoic and thanked them.

[b]Allen-[/b] "So are we going to pick up our last game or start a new one?" Malcolm shrugged.

[b]Kane-[/b] "Doesn't matter to me. You'll kill me anyway." He winked at Allen.

[b]Allen-[/b] "FIne. New game it is." He'd been one serve away from winning last time. They went to the locker room and started changing. A bunch of others were in there already and they waved to them. They waved back, and Allen opened his locker with a press of his thumb on the pad, and grabbed his tennis racket and clothes. He hoped Vera was doing ok. She didn't seem nervous, but it was the first time that the TDP might be able to get outside funding, and that did make it stressful. He put on the clothing and started tying his sneakers. She had a lot of great material to present to them, a lot of stuff Allen wasn't exactly proficient in. He smiled and laced up both shoes, she'd find.

[b]Kane-[/b] "...oughout the time line." Allen jerked. Lost in his thoughts again.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Huh, sorry. I was zoning out." Kane smiled. He was dressed in an exceptionally ugly seafoam green tennis outfit. When they first started playing he'd asked Allen to help him pick something out that was traditional. Allen gave him the seafoam outfit as a joke, thinking he'd eventually catch on. He didn't. Allen wore a black one.

[b]Kane-[/b] "I was saying, how much damage do you think we actually repair when we fix things? I mean, nothing is complete. We go back, chase them, catch them, interrogate them," they started walking towards the court and out of the locker room, "then travel back and fix whatever they messed up, but every single little thing changes history." Allen looked at him and shook his head.

[b]Allen-[/b] "It's better not to think about it, man. The guys upstairs know when somethings going on, that should be enough for all of us." The walked onto the court and Allen picked up a ball that way laying there. He stepped onto the back right side of his court and looked at Kane on the other side. "Love, love."[/size]

[Vicky]

[SIZE=1]Daniel Reed found himself walking slowly and calmly down the hallways, alone and moving a small blue marble around in his hand. He hadn't seen it before, but when he was walking out of his room Daniel found the tiny blue marble lurking near the edge of the door, it had to have been his; no one else came in his quarters. He could feel the palm of his hand getting sweaty from playing around with the marble, so he quickly moved it into his fingers and twirled it a little bit.

"I should really try to find someone I can talk to in this place, it's getting a little lonely..." He muttered to himself stopping in the hallway. When was the last time he had a real friend? Daniel wouldn't know what a real friend was, he never had one. That thought never actually occurred to him; he'd never had a real, good friend.

He shrugged off the cold feeling, and continued his slow walk, still staring down at the blue marble in his hand and twisting round in his fingers. He kept his eyes down and wasn't looking a head of him to see one of the Temporal Police in front of him. As he looked up, he knocked into someone he had seen before, but didn't know. In the collision Daniel had knocked the other officer back a bit and had lost his blue marble.

"S-sorry." Daniel stuttered, staring down at the floor and looking for the blue marble. Though he searched quickly it must have rolled away faster than Daniel could see it, but it was just a marble. Looking up quickly at the officer he had knocked into, he noticed that the face was familiar. "I've seen you around here, but I don't think I've ever spoken to you. I'm Daniel Reed." Daniel said, extending his hand. The other officer shook it, and smiled.

"Eric Tudor." He replied formally. Daniel gave him a warm smirk, then looked back down at the floor.

"Did you see where that blue marble went? I think it was something I had years ago, I'm not sure." Daniel asked changing the subject. Eric looked down at the bottom of the door beside Daniel, and shrugged at the thought.

"I think it went under that door." He told Daniel.

"Ah, well. It was just a marble." Daniel laughed in reply. He looked up from the bottom of the door, shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled back at Eric. "So, where... were you heading?"[/SIZE]

[Angelus_Necare]

[color=darkred][size=1] How'd I know it would be Vicky to scout out my character first? :P[/color][/size]
[color=darkslategray][size=1]"Nowhere in particular..." Eric answered slowly. It wasn't offten that random officers just began conversation with him. But it seemed like a nice change from those impersonal greetings that he only received in passing from those who had worked with him. This seemed nice for a change, he smiled at the other man.

"I was just comming from..." He paused, nearly saying chapel before he thought better of what Daniel would think of him, "The gameroom."

"Ahh..." Daniel answered, hands still in his pockets. Why did this all seem so akward? was making friends really going to be this hard? "So where are you heading off to now?"

"I was thinking about going to the Library really" Eric mimicked Daniel, placing his hands in his pockets, idly toying with the rosary he stuck there earlier.

"Oh?" Daniel smiled warmly, "That's where I was headed."

Eric didn't give any response, just continued to keep a steady eye contact with Daniel, who continued to stare back as if he was waiting for Eric to say something. Both held the akward silence for a long time before either spoke.

"Would you like company?" Eric asked quietly, finaly putting together the situation in his head, Daniel to sighed with releif.

"Yeah, that would be great." He grinned, walking down the hallway with Eric now at his side, "Ever read [i]Huckleberry Finn[/i]?"[/color][/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]"Love makes the world go round."

[i]Vera smiled as the two looked up from their game. She was standing by the wall, leaning ever so slightly against it, happy as a clam.[/i]

"Are you going to play referee?"

"Well, if I was, I'd order you to change out of that hideous outfit."

[i]She grinned and flicked her fingers towards her own. Black skirt, bra, bare feet. Nothing left to the imagination. They looked back at each other, shrugged, and continued.[/i][/COLOR]

[Boba Fett]

[color=green]Will stood in front of the mirror for a few minutes, attempting to comb his unruly hair into some semblance of order. After several minutes of this, he sighed and gave up. Tossing his comb down on the countertop adjacent to the sink, Will left the bathroom and headed for the door. His comb bounced off the heavy plastic countertop and onto the floor with a click, followed by a soft thud. Will scowled, and grabbed a hat off his dresser.

As the door slid shut behind him with a soft woosh of air, Will was already walking briskly down the hall. The Temporal Police didn?t have assigned beats, per se, but rather were a reactionary force. They simply waited until the world changed, or temporal disturbances signaled that someone had entered the past with malicious intent. While they waited, agents usually pitched in by reading books in the library. This allowed them to spot small changes in the timeline, which were usually indicators of larger problems.

Will entered the library, a large room with vaulted ceilings and a quiet, relaxed atmosphere. It was a mix between traditional books and other reading materials, and computer terminals from which all manner of literature could be accessed. In between the towering bookshelves and compact workstations were scattered a hodgepodge assortment of large plush reading chairs, couches and divans for reading.

After pulling a random history book off one of the shelves, Will walked across the library to his favorite reading chair. As he approached it, he noted with a scowl that there was someone sitting in it. Slightly annoyed, Will slumped down on a nearby navy blue couch, setting his legs out across the other seat, and opened the book.

It didn?t look like a in which it was written gave him a headache before he even difficult read, length wise, but the Shakespearian English began to give him a headache before he?d finished the first page. Grumbling, Will took a look at the spine of the text. [u] Summa Theologica[/u] by Thomas Aquinas.

[b]Will [Under his breath]:[/b] ?Ak-in-as, what kind of name is that??

He returned to the book, slightly bored. This day wasn?t off to a pleasant start?[/color]

[Char!]

[color=teal][b][size=1]6:54 PM

SKREE-EET!
Fwump.
SEEEEEEEWWW!!!
POP!
SKREEEEEE!!
Ploosh!

[i]There were three this morning. Someone must be late.[/i]

At this time every night, Michael Smithson could expect several things: the bells at the corner church clanging about (always four minutes late), the streetlights beginning to flicker on as the sun droops behind the industrialized horizon, and four punks in black suits setting off acid rockets in the street fourteen floors below him. One would usually go whizzing past his window, up about ten more floors and go off safely enough above him. Another would usually not even reach the fifth floor, let alone the fourteenth. Two others would almost always avoid sparing the poor man, going off just outside his window and splattering hot, smelly juice all over the outside of his window. Smithson never understood why they were called acid rockets; nothing ever deteriorated. Perhaps they were named after one of the many Acid Terrorists. But perhaps not.

[i]There's always a fourth. How odd.[/i]

Smithson heard the one below him, as usual, and one high above him. But only a third went off and splattered his window. Intrigued, he left his desk and peered down onto the street, but made sure to not be too noticeable. Odd. There were the four punks, gazing up at potential victims. The streetlights bathed their sneering faces with an orange glow, almost giving them alien features. One of them looked more disappointed than any of the others that nobody poked their heads out of their windows tonight. He also held in his hand a small phaser.

[i]This is bad. They must be serious tonight.[/i]

Michael Smithson, a respected member of the Time Force, was in no position to keep any peace. He had been off duty for an hour now; even if he had managed to sneak out any equipment, he has no right by law to impose authority on civil affairs.

Or present-day ones, for that matter.

Smithson called the cops - the "3D's", as he and his colleagues called them - and requested assistance. Huh. Busy. Unlimited time-travelling technology, and the world still relies on busy phones for the police.

Smithson bolted ans electromagnetized his door. He heard faint screams from floors below him, and the suprisingly sweet smell of burning flesh coming through the air vents. Smithson closed them and proceeded to now open his window. He was very aware that several murders were taking place below him, but he merely reclined back in his chair and took a nap.

[i]No matter. The phrase "What's done is done" no longer has a place in the world. What's done is yet to be, and what has not happened already has.[/i]

First thing on his list at work tomorrow: [i]Stop hooligans.[/i][/b][/color][/size]

[Gavin]

[size=1]Bah my first post was crap, though I must admit I was a little short on creativity when I wrote it.

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[I]Kane merely nodded a Vera?s comment, racket and ball in hand he bounced it once or twice off the ground before making a proper serve, his games with Allen always went the same way, he?d start off, Allen would take an early lead and that would be the game. Kane wasn?t nearly as proficient at tennis as he was a golf, now there was a spot he could whip Allen at, often they?d rotate games to avoid the monotony of playing the same game twice in a row. Allen?s powerful swing had sent the ball back to Kane?s far right, dashing he managed to clip it hard and sent it back over Allen?s side of the court, about 10 feet in front of him. Caught slightly off, Allen could only manage to volley it back to Malcolm who proceeded to sent it to his far left and beyond his reach, he could hear Allen chuckle as well as see a mused smile from Vera.[/I]

[b]Allen:[/b] You?ve been practising.

[b]Kane:[/b] Probably just a lucky shot, after all if I get better at this the likelihood is you?ll get better at golf.

[b]Vera:[/b] That and you might actually get a nice outfit.

[I]Kane scowled at the thought, he had already realised a long time ago that the outfit was meant to be a joke but he had kept wearing it out of spite, after all Allen was one of the few agents with whom he socialised. It was Allen?s serve now, his big advantage, he had an unmercifully powerful strike and a good shot could level them, Allen?s posture as well as body language sometimes betrayed his movements, though Kane still had to be quick to send the ball back. Kane watched as the ball rose into the air, the racket wasn?t far behind and with a resounding clout Allen sent it hurtling over to Malcolm side of the court, ?Too fast? he thought before the ball struck the ground and went out of the court. Kane went to retrieve the ball for his serve, the scores were equal now, perhaps that first score had been just a fluke, but he wouldn?t mind trying his luck again in the match.[/I]

[b]Kane:[/b] We really need to start playing a few other games, except for our golf games, poker night and the odd game of pool, this is all we ever do. Any ideas ?

[b]Allen:[/b] What?s wrong with poker night, that?s probably the best night we have during a week, considering it?s not just you me and a set of balls. Honestly though I can?t really think of anything, hell when was the last time you or I went on a date.

[b]Vera:[/b] Well that would be hard seeing as you?re not supposed to date non-Temporals.

[b]Allen:[/b] Never stopped Malcolm, at least never used to stop Malcolm.

[b]Kane:[/b] Well at least one of MY girlfriends wasn?t erased from time, though she was really only a bi-product of what happened.

[b]Vera:[/b] Well I see you two have some issue, would you two like some time alone ?

[I]Allen laughed, moving into a defensive position waiting for Malcolm?s next shot, everything about this was being able to move at the right time, too early and you missed, too late and you missed. Kane?s strike wasn?t as powerful as Allen?s but there was something about the was he served that seemed to be able to make the shot curve, Allen was ready though and intercepted the shot sending it right back. Kane who had been standing in the middle of the court moved to return shot and sent it back with a bang. Allen noted that Kane had been playing better, usually it was just a case of Allen would serve and/or deflect for a victory, now it seemed to be a more even match. After a number of serves back and forth Allen managed to get in another good shot and sent the ball passed Kane, smiling Malcolm picked up the ball before preparing to serve again.[/I][/size]

[Corey]

[size=1][b]Allen-[/b] "Are you sure you haven't been logging a few hours in a sim or something?" Simulators were often used to test TDP candidates' ability to deal with mental stress. They were brought to a recruiting facility and asked to spend the night, being told that the test would begin when they woke up. During the night they're sedated and hooked up to the machine, which mimics the real world in every way. It's based off of real blueprints, and uses the persons mind as a buffer to give things texture and more reality. The sim usually emulates some kind of intense situation, i.e. being confronted by a rabid wild animal, some natural disaster, or any number of extremely stressful situations. The ones in the University are used to play games.

[b]Kane-[/b] "Hey, I swear. I don't use those things, they give me a headache." Vera and Allen laughed. The game just finished, Allen winning but Malcolm giving him a good run for his money.

[b]Allen-[/b] "You're getting good. Now I'm going to have to go and kick your ass at golf or something. Get like three over par. Then I'd dominate." He did a mock strongman pose and got a little grunt of laughter out of Vera.

[b]Kane-[/b] "I thought you had the rules for golf down. The higher the strokes the worse your score. The lower your strokes, the better your score." Malcolme shook his head and bounced the tennisball on the ground with his racket. "It's not surprising though. You were never the swiftest individual." Allen punched him in the arm, casing Kane to shoot the ball in front of the group and into the locker room.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Watch it seafoam-boy." Allen glared at Malcolm in a joking way. He glared back and the three of them walked into the locker room. Most everything was co-ed at the TDP. Public bathrooms, locker rooms. Showers were in every persons quarters, but there was one in the pools locker room. They changed clothes and walked back into the main part of the complex. "So what's everyone doing for the rest of the day?" Almost everyone, with the monotony of the past months. had run out of things to do.

[b]Kane-[/b] "I dunno... Maybe a good book." He glanced at Allen. "Maybe head over to the sims." Allen glared back and laughed, knowing Malcolm was kidding. Allen and Vera waved as he walked towards his quarters.

[b]Allen-[/b] "And you?"[/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Vera smiled at Allen in that dazzling way and demured gracefully.[/i]

"Oh I don't know. Dream of having sex perhaps. Sing to myself. Go skinny dipping and dancing naked."

"Sounds like fun."

"Of course it's always more fun with two."

"Is that a fact?"

"Yes sir it is."

[i]Allen blinked. Vera usually wasn't this sexually charged, nor was she ever so open and free. While she certainly dressed in that lovely and alluring manner, she'd never been so bold as to openly suggest such a thing to anyone, him included.

She giggled and swirled around, hair and skirt swishing, obscuring the color of her skin and the glow of her eyes. When she stopped, she waited for him to reply, balancing on the balls of her feet, arms behind her head.[/i][/COLOR]

[Corey]

[size=1][i]Sorry for the wait everyone.[/i]
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Allen walked up to Vera and wrapped his arms around her waist. She'd had his eye for a good long time. The TDP never condoned inter-occupation fraternization, but they never stopped it. If two people found love in the University, they had no say about it. It wasn't like they could date someone from the outside world. One day they might be there and the next, they might not, even if the timeline was repaired correctly it never assured everything will go back [i]exactly[/i].

Allen had been involved with someone when he joined the TDP. Against the reccomendation of his commanding officer, he continued contact with her. After a mission, he came back and she had never heard of him before. She was married, had a kid, and a husband. He hadn't been in a serious relationship ever since.

[b]Allen-[/b] "More fun with two, eh?" She nodded. He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Well, lets see how much fun it is. i've never been skinny dipping before."[/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Vera laughed pleasantly and returned the kiss, only instead of a light peck on the lips, she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his, one leg around his hips. He was surprised, but reciprocated.

Without warning she broke away and took off at a run, flicking a glance over her shoulder as if to say,

"Catch me if you can."

He laughed and followed quickly, only he quickly realized she, barefoot and even in a skirt and bra, was too fast for him to catch up with. The doors to the pool clanged open as soon as she was 5 feet away and she stripped as she ran. He looked up at her only to be swatted in the face with her bra and skirt. He screeched to a halt before the Olympic sized pool, at the deep end, only to see her take a running start. plant both feet on the edge of the pool and spring up, twisting backwards and righting herself in perfect form as she hit the water. Barely a splash, and she was underwater, swimming for the opposite side of the pool in a swift breast stroke.

She surfaced and waved to him, showing bare skin, a flash of a nipple, and the white flesh of her underarm. Allen removed his pants and shirt and followed, performing another, if not as graceful dive, catching her in a matter of moments.

His hands found her waist and she grinned and wrapped both her legs around his hips and snuggled close, even though they were in 9 feet of water. He treaded slowly, compensating for her weight, even though it was barely anything in here.[/i]

"So, is it fun?"

"Yes it is....more than I expected."

"Well what did you think? I'm here."[/COLOR]

[DDG]

[size=1]Abby had been so absorbed in the new book, she hardly noticed that she had sat herself down into a chair. She watched over the top of her book as a man approached her. He looked down at her and gruffly walked off with a disgruntled air about him. He sat down on a couch nearby and opened up a book he had grabbed off one of the thousands of shelves called, [u]Summa Theologica[/u] by Thomas Aquinas.

She stared at the book for a moment, before looking closer at the man who was reading it. She'd seen him around before, but couldn't quite place his name. Then she realised that the man was staring back at her. She quickly pulled the book up in front of her face and continued reading the chapter she'd abandoned ten minutes ago. Just as she began reading the chapter, the man's name came to her.

[color=gray]"Will..."[/color] she muttered absentmindedly. Will glanced over towards her with a questioning look on his face.

[color=gray]"Did you say my name?"[/color] he queried. She put her book down and stared at him. She opened her mouth to speak but closed it almost immediately afterwards to rethink what she was going to say.

[color=gray]"Well?"[/color]

She smiled one of her rare smiles. [color=gray]"Yes, I did. But I was merely stating the name of the man in this book."[/color] A complete lie. The name of the man in the book was not Will, it was Jethro. [i]Jethro,[/i] she thought to herself with an urge to laugh. [i]Such an outlandish name. Who in the world would name there child "Jethro?" Of all names...well, obviously someone had the hilarious idea that their child should be named that. But the fact that someone[/i] would [i]still remains.[/i]

Will's facial expression gave Abby the fleeting impression that he knew she was lying, but she decided not to think about it and continued reading.[/size]

[Boba Fett]

[color=green]Will returned to his book, but suddenly look up at Abby, unwilling to let the conversation go.

[b]Will[/b]: ?Last I checked, [u]Across Five Aprils[/u] didn?t have a character named Will. It?s been a while since I read it, but I thought that the main character?s name was Jethro.?

His heart skipped a beat, and he could feel the adrenaline rush through his veins. Perhaps this was it, a subtle change in the timeline that was indicating something bigger. Maybe something that would get him out of the compound and onto another case.

The book was written shortly before the Spanish American war, right before the dawn of the 20th century?

[I]Abby blushed and began to speak.[/I][/color]

[Corey]

[size=1][b]Allen-[/b] "My, my... The boredom seems to have affected everyone in an interesting way lately." They kissed and Allen felt himself stir a bit. She smiled at the movement and kissed his neck, sending shivers down his body.

[b]Vera-[/b] "Yeah, I noticed too. Malcolm with his sims." She bit his earlobe, making him wince, but in the good way. "Me with my swimming. And you with your swimming with me." She slid her hand down his body and gripped his erection. "And then there's this." She slid up, pushing Allen down a bit. He gently bit her nipples, sending little temors across her skin. He surfaced, taking a breath and shaking the water from his eyes.

[b]Allen-[/b] "And there's always the swimming." Someone walked into the pool, clad in a speedo and a rubber skullcap, and looked at them.

[b]Man-[/b] "Oh sorry." He turned to leave, not very perturbed. He stopped at the locker room door. "You guys have any idea how long you'll be?" Allen shrugged.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Not very long." The man nodded and walked back in. Allen turned back to Vera. "Well that was interesting." She nodded and wrapped her legs around his midesction again, thrusting forward suddenly and shoving him inside of her. He inhaled suddenly, surprised, and looked into Veras slitted, playful eyes.
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[b]Male Psychic-[/b] "What the bloody hell..." He grimaced and sent his mind back up to the surface. He immediately retracted. Something was very wrong. Everyone on the surface seemed extremely deevolved and bent on survival. It was almost pre-homosapian. He looked to the woman on his right, another fellow psychic. "Do you feel that?"

[b]Female Psychic-[/b] "Yeah... I feel it. Better call for Director Connors. She'll want to know about this."[/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid]"I wasn't expecting us to actually have sex you know....."

"Oh yes, and you look like you're just suffering so bad with me holding you between my legs."

"Ah, the pain, the pain."

[i]She swatted him and nearly pulled away, but his arms held her still. She raised one eybrow, slightly surprised, but then got over it in a trice.

The two kissed passionately, sinking and rising alternately, gasping for breath, dipping their tongues in together. Making love as if their lives would end any minute. Allen felt her fingers dig into his back and he gripped her hips roughly, getting a good grip.

The weightlessness of the water bouyed them up and down, matching their movements perfectly. Vera leaned down and nipped her teeth into his neck, causing him to nearly crush her body to his, pulling in deeper, refusing to let her go, even for a second.[/i]

"You're hurting me."

"You bit my neck."

"So screw me and we'll call it even."

[i]He laughed and swung her around, nearly lifting her completely out of the water.[/i][/COLOR]