Homestucks

Generally retired. KANAYA (available in MULTIPLE EDITIONS) @ speakveryclearly + tendtoenunciate + virginhood + restoretherace + grubdaughter 
ROXY @ haxxorbitch + rogue_of_ihop 
KARKAT @ almostexclusivelyornery 
PORRIM @ nebulatrix 
TEREZI @ seesnocoin & NEPETA @ animpurrtantjob 

Iconned Journals

THE DANGANS: Fukawa @ bungakushoujo + Koizumi @ photonement 
A BRBA: Marie Schrader @ likespurple 
HARUHI SUZUMIYA @ dancho + kouyouensei 
THE CATCHER IN THE RYE: Holden Caulfield @ goddamnphonies 
KUROKO NO BASUKE: Riko @ analyzereye + Takao @ takanome + Murasakibara @ lonesomebreaker 
AKI ALLIANCE: Aki Akuyama @ abought 
XIAOLIN SHOWDOWN: Katnappe @ alterskittengenes 
ZERO ESCAPE: Lotus @ keybroad + Dio @ notgentle + Mira @ lookbetter 
DOKI DOKI LITERATURE CLUB: Natsuki @ cantry 

Placeholders

A SAKURA TRICK: Haruka Takayama @ c_cup 
SAVE GREENDALE!!! ANNIE EDISON @ goodidea 
PACIFIC RIM: Newton Geiszler @ prettycool 

Here they were in the pig iron complex to end all complexes. They all started to look the same after a while, doing this so many times before: Cultural differences melted away, and the entire operation appeared to Kanaya as an interconnected webwork of data. Just as a predator in any environment could eventually sense the interactions that governed the heartbeats of prey, she could hone in on the locations of files in each room they entered, an almost effortless appearance of routine maintenance. The mission was going almost too smoothly, as the soldier young woman felt like a little girl in a candy shop. It would have been nice if she could have taken advantage of her supernatural speed to get this done even more efficiently...

And at a particular juncture the Jenga tower collapsed. She reached for her gun as the sparkles stole away from her skin, in the split second before the blocks all hit the table and the floor. Her cool grip told her that the weapon's extension of herself was only psychological now. Alive again. Alien. Powerless. There was her heartbeat, awfully pounding in her ears. Could he feel this too? She had not asked him, about the holding facility - doubted he wanted to talk about it any more than she did - and did not know if he could feel the same pervasive sense of loss, if he felt blinded.

So she called his name, just once, not allowing fear to raise her voice so much they would attract even more attention:

"Kano."

That was when the alarm became audible.

Why am I here?

You're interested in the United Earth Chemical Supply Sabotage White Collar Crime Spree! Offshoots include the United Earth Arms Dealer Sabotage White Collar Crime Spree, and the United Earth Biological Weapon Sabotage White Collar Crime Spree.

Why should I care?

You want two characters to go on a mission that negatively impacts the United Earth instead of simply supplies the moonbase. At the same time, you don't have to come up with an objective, and since the mission work is so tedious, you're free to focus your threads on a more fun local activity. Like a teashop lunchbreak, or a bookstore run, or a karaoke bar visit.

Where are we going?

A major city! Examples so far include Berlin, London, Paris, Tokyo. The type of place you could reasonably expect a large corporation to have its headquarters. If you would really enjoy an esoteric location, feel free to come up with a justification, such as being the founder's hometown or favorite retreat.

When are we going?

The era will probably be between 2000 and 2700, late enough to have direct effects on some advanced technology but before the founding of the United Earth and corresponding advancement of security.

Why are we going there?

In other words, why does the cast, location, and time of the mission correspond to what the players want OOC?

The exact timing of the mission is selected based on the age, gender, and number of Transports. For example, there may be three female temps hired to cover for a company vacation; this would call for Kanaya Maryam and Mami Tomoe and Celestia Ludenberg.

What kind of transports are elgible for this anyway?

This has been designed to be available for Transports of all ability ranges, since you basically need to do the bureaucratic work of normal humans. If there are more transports, or if they have skills like data manipulation or deception that make the work more efficient, the impact of the individual mission may be greater. The most otherworldly of relevant skills would likely be mind control.

How does my character sign up?

These missions are designed by the AI! So you can feel free to do this type of mission independently, whether solo or group. If you have CR with Kanaya - or, hey, someone she's roped into this - you can get a personal invitation.

How would this go down?

1. Inbox thread!
2. Mission form submission!
3. Log with transporter meetup!
4. Subsequent local recreation thread!

(Which owes a serious debt to the Audrey Moore RECenter)

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[It's some time in June or May, the time ambiguous analogously to the game canonicity, and Kanaya has found herself on Nepeta's couch in one of her less formal dresses. Though like everything she wears in Exsilium her collarbone is covered, her arms aren't, which complements her likewise egregiously casual posture.]

...but they said that going anywhere other than when you left your universe of origin would take even more months or years to perfect, so it's pretty much a non-issue for both of us, isn't it.

[She's getting so thirsty, to the point where it stretches her lips too wide and darkens the space beneath her eyeballs. It's been over two months since Gamzee cartwheeled out and she was on mission a month before that.]

[It's been a week, probably. Keeping time isn't impossible here, but it's not exactly easy, and the only thing Kanaya's certain of is not being able to count the days on one hand anymore. Thirst has begun to prick at the back of her think pan a little more. But it's not unsafe to be around Vriska yet, she thinks as she rummages through the thermal hulls containing nothing of interest to someone like herself. Her affinity for the machines has always been lower than someone like Vriska. So it is that the pattern is more of Kanaya checking up on her, coming into the navigation room where Vriska is already there, to stand nearby the captain's seat and hand-deliver a processed space sandwich.]

How is it going?

[July 4, 3315. Kanaya had learned by now that in one ancient Earth culture, this date was significant because it marked the declaration independence of the United States from the United Kingdom. By now, after almost four Earth solar years separated from her homeworld, she had learned those were distinct countries. But to her, this date had a different significance. It was a sweep to the day that Kanaya had learned one of her dearest friends, with whom she had perhaps the most kinship of experience, was estranged in Exsilium from her moirail, a bond forged in such a time that it was largely irreplicable by the winds of chance that dominated the transport social scene. Kanaya had learned the hard way, as the trolls she knew left and returned and left and returned again and again, that they'd had a point about not restoring the race here. But the Initiative was making progress in this war, however long it was taking, and for one of its most loyal members, who had swallowed her Alternian prejudices, her quirk, her symbol, her society, who wore only an iron-on Virgo patch on the uniform she had helped design, "chance" didn't dominate who came and went quiet as much as you might think.]

Hey.
Nepeta.
Can you come to the Hold?
Something has happened here that's very relevant to your interests.

[She accompanied the text message with a location ping to the exact room where she and Vriska were waiting, then turned to her companion.] It won't be long until she gets here now. If you want to get behind a door or otherwise set up your reunion to be more dramatic, now would be the time.