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Post by Lady Maeggaladiel on Oct 12, 2004 10:36:42 GMT -5
Yes, reality shows. We either hate them or love them.
Well, fellow Middle Earthian Agents, today is the day when you, yes you, can be a part of the greatest (and possibly only) “Middle Earth: Insanity” Reality Show! (Brought to you by Grannie Galadriel’s Famous Lembas Cookies! They’re the elviest!)
This RPG will be a spoof of Survivor, only with several differences. Firstly and most obviously, this will take place in the Star Wars universe, specifically the Endor Moon. Secondly, there will be no agility challenges or bug eating contests. (weeellll, no agility challenges anyway. Eh heh heh…) I know that they’re one of the major parts of the reality shows, but it would be very difficult to judge an RPG agility challenge. (Come on! Who’s going to write their character falling off something and losing the challenge?) Lastly, no one will be “voted off the island.” We don’t want any hard feelings or any people being left out of the fun.
The Plot:
“Intergalactic Survivor” is the latest and greatest show on television. All across the galaxy, people are tuning in to watch contestants from different worlds try to survive on some backwater planet without modern conveniences. The terrains are rough, the wildlife often unfriendly, and the competition fierce. In short, it’s a wookie-eat-wookie world.
The latest installment of the award-winning series will take place on the scenic Endor moon; a land of huge trees, sickeningly cuddly Ewoks, and the remnants of an abandoned Empirical outpost. (Long since torn apart and sifted through by the aforementioned Ewoks.)
Contestants are being chosen from a variety of worlds to compete in the new season.
The Rules and Objectives:
The game is simple: Contestants will be divided into teams and set loose into the wilderness. (I’ll be splitting everyone up into teams after their first posts.) They’ll have to work together to create a shelter and survive the elements on this unfamiliar world. Will they live? Will they go crazy from being around each other too much? Tune in and find out!
My character, the show’s host, will be narrating the game and will stop by to interview the contestants. Every now and then I’ll post some kind of problem that arises which the contestants will need to overcome. The rest of the time, it will be up to you and your teammates to do whatever you like or need to survive. Have fun with it. Raid other campsites, make pacts with the local Ewoks, meet the more unfriendly wildlife, whatever; the possibilities are endless. (Just as long as you follow the PG rules.)
Be on the lookout for the host’s devious henchmen, who will stir up trouble for the sake of quality entertainment!
The Cast:
Here’s where you come in. You, my friends, are the contestants. (You don’t necessarily have to post as yourself; you could post as a movie character or create your own character altogether. But you knew that.)
In your first post, tell the viewing audience a little about yourself. Where are you from? Why do you want to be on the show? Then tell the audience what your luxury item will be. (A luxury item is a modern convenience that you bring with you from your home world. Each character is allowed ONE luxury item.) A quick note: You can make your luxury item be as silly or serious as you want, as long as you try to steer away from “instant super-solutions” like a “Mansion-in-a-Box.” They kind of take away from the whole “surviving the wilderness” theme.
Have fun, and try not to get eaten and/or cursed. :maeggaladiel: Maeggaladiel :maeggaladiel: May the Shorts be with you!
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Post by Lady Maeggaladiel on Oct 12, 2004 10:37:24 GMT -5
Maeggaladiel's First Post:
Ket Cosmo straightened his lemon yellow tie and ran a hand through his greased black hair. Today was the day, he thought smugly. The greatest host of all time was returning to the greatest show of all time.
He examined his reflection once more in the dressing room’s huge lighted mirror. The man staring back at him was about thirty-four, with pale white skin and black hair slicked back off his forehead. ‘Slicked’ probably wasn’t the right word; ‘plastered’ would have been a better description. It was loaded with so much gel that the Death Star could have fired at it sixty times without displacing a single hair.
His hair was not his only distinguishing feature. His wardrobe was equally eye-catching, to put it nicely. On some planets his outfit would have been viewed as “regal.” Unfortunately, those planets were inhabited by blind creatures that lacked the tiniest shred of fashion sense. Ket wore an electric blue shirt, embroidered on the collar and cuffs with tiny yellow banthas. Over this he wore a blue and orange checkered jacket, which he bought from a Tatooine street vendor for twenty-five credits. He thought it had been a bargain. The overall effect was interesting, to say the least.
Ket winked at his reflection and grinned widely, his teeth sparkling in the blazing light of the mirror. Striking a pose which he thought was incredibly suave, he pointed a finger at the mirror and clicked his tongue.
“Hey there, handsome,” he crooned. “You are one fine, fine--”<br> “Hiya, Boss!” Ket jumped at the voice. Skri, his Gungan assistant, unceremoniously pushed open the door and invited himself inside. Ket sighed. It was no use scolding the Gungan for intrusion; he’d forget about the lecture within fifteen minutes.
“Whaddaya think, Skri?” he asked instead, turning back to the mirror. “Do I look like a million credits or what?”
Skri thought he looked more like a used hovercraft salesman, but he liked his job too much to tell that to Ket.
“Yeah yeah,” agreed Skri, his large ears flopping to and fro as he nodded. “Yousa look like lotsa credits!”
Ket ran his hands through his hair once more. His fingers nearly stuck to the mass of goo that held it together. He smiled. Just the way he liked it.
“Well, Skri pal, it’s time to go to work,” Ket said, straightening the collar of his shirt. He pushed open the door of his trailer and stepped onto the Endor moon’s soil. Gah. What a horrid place. So many trees, so much dirt! Good thing he had his trailer, complete with 5000 local and intergalactic hologram stations and over 30 sports channels. He pitied the fools who had to survive in this mess. But he only pitied them a little.
As soon as he had both feet on Endorian soil, he looked to his lead cameraman (or camera-sandperson, to be more politically correct) who was inspecting the equipment. There were a few jawas on the set, and you never knew what they got into when you weren’t looking. Last season, one had made off with two reels of film and a spark plug when his back was turned. The camera-sandperson gave him a thumbs-up. Apparently the little beasts were occupied elsewhere.
“Time to meet the contestants!” Ket said to himself, rubbing his hands together. He had a feeling that this would be a very interesting season.
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Oct 12, 2004 16:16:06 GMT -5
She wandered about quietly. Endor was a nice place to visit, really, and she'd heard some rumours about some contest taking place. All she knew was that she was bored, almost to tears, and desperately needed SOMETHING to do before she lost what little of her mind remained.
She was so busy looking up into the canopies of the century-old trees that she completely lost herself and accidentally bumped into someone.
"Oops...excuse me." Jandalf looked down...and stumbled backwards at the horrific sight underneath the plastered hair. "YAGH!! YOUR CLOTHES ARE EVEN LOUDER THAN MINE!!"
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Oct 12, 2004 16:44:47 GMT -5
Tiana choked at the very familiar screech, and nearly messed up on the hair-dye she was attempting to put on without a mirror. Her problem was that her mirror was rather broken at the moment, so she couldn't use it. "Sithspawn," she muttered. "It figured Jandalf'd be here too." She finished the dye job, and stood up, nearly tripping over her thickened heel shoes-- they made her about two inchs taller, which wasn't much, but it was something. "Maybe she won't recognize me," she added, snickering.
The Jedi Padawan, in order to join onto this reality show at dyed her hair flame red, was wearing orangish tinted contacts, to give her typically near-black eyes a more rich red shade of brown, had taken her braid out, and completely changed her clothes. Alias: Jedi Knight Aria Muntia of Alderaan-- she had premoted herself to get away with this. But she also hadn't counted on Jandalf being there.
She was perfectly aware, as she stepped out of her... borrowed... ship, that she completely did not fit in on that planet, with her flame-colored hair, scarlet clothing, and typical Jedi homespun robe. But she was also aware that she didn't look one bit like Tiana, beyond the inevitable height problem. She always hated that, but couldn't escape it. "But I'm still not going to jump out now, just because of one contenstant," she muttered.
Taking one quick glance around, Tiana wished she had brought sunglasses, instead of her lightsaber-- the host's clothes were even more flamboiant than her Master's typically orange clothing-- for that matter, they were worse than her scarlet themed clothing as well. And the bright red hairclips she was wearing. Tiana had decided it was better to be safe, and stick as far away from her signature style as possible. She tossed her flame red hair behind her, and, with a cheerful grin, called out, "So, 'tis the season on Survivor for exsesivally loud clothes, no?" she asked, hiding a snrk behind one hand. "Or mayhaps there'll be some arriving that a person can look at without shading their eyes."
((Jandalf, I'd prefer you don't recognize my character just yet, m'kay?))
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Oct 13, 2004 21:39:48 GMT -5
((Sure thang. I'll just wait for Maeg to respond.))
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Oct 13, 2004 23:32:34 GMT -5
((Sure thang, eh? Going Texan on me? Heh... you may note that she's "familiar", but... well, I'm dragging Tiana so far out of character here-- both clothing-wise, and action-wise that the only way you'd recognize her is actually through the Force. Nothing she can do about that... heh.
Oh yeah, Maeg, if I have to, I can get my aliases to join this, just so there's more... variaty.))
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Post by The Hot Eye on Oct 14, 2004 17:19:32 GMT -5
*i shpose i could join, so y'd have some more peoplies...*
master yaz had heard that a fellow master was joining a silly contest on endor moon, she didnt know who, but she thought it might be fun to meet a fellow jedi in a contest, especially one like what she had heard about the survivor contest... but for some reason the ship she was flying at the moment wasnt quite cooperating with her kushiban smallness. she was getting very frustrated! that meant her fur color ws changing ever so slowly from its normal shade of calm blue to a much different color... so that when the ship was safely landed, a violently purple shaded, very frustrated kushiban emerged into the designated meeting spot, where t here were already some people gathering.
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Post by Lady Maeggaladiel on Oct 15, 2004 9:43:39 GMT -5
"Ah, excellent!" said Ket, shaking hands with the three contestants. He pointedly ignored their comments on his beautiful outfit, for the sake of his viewing audience. They were just jealous of his style.
"Welcome!" he cried. "Welcome to the show! As soon as we get some more contestants, we'll be able to start the game. But first, I'd like to ask you all a few questions."
He fished around in his jacket pocket and produced a small microphone.
"How's about telling our viewing audience your names and home worlds?" he asked. "And what is your luxury item?"
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Post by The Hot Eye on Oct 15, 2004 14:18:04 GMT -5
*shouldnt jandalf make some point of exclimation here? because now, there are after all 2...3 fully trained jedi participating?*
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Oct 15, 2004 15:58:50 GMT -5
((What sort of exclamation did you mean, THE? And no, Padawan, I'm not going Texan. I'm going...ah...never mind. Sigh.))
"Jandalf the Orange, and a Kenobi of late," Jandalf stated uncertainly. "My homeworld is...Coruscant. I think. And just WHAT do you mean by a luxury item?" She stared forbiddingly down at the noticeably shorter host.
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Oct 15, 2004 16:49:15 GMT -5
((Just... checking, Master. Heehee. Must...PM...you...plotbunny...for...LotG...))
'Aria' blinked. "One...two..." She snrked slightly. "Three Jedi already. Interesting..."
She shook the host's hand, attempting to shade her eyes-- one orange Jedi Master, one flamboiant host, and a colorful Jedi Master Yaz was a bit hard on her eyes. "I'm Aria Muntia of Alderaan," she said smoothly, fighting the habit to say that she was Tiana Elass of... nowhere in particular. "But of late, I'm from nowhere, really," she added, out of a blank habit, biting her lip. "And I'm a Jedi," she continued, "so I don't need a luxery idem. Unless my lightsaber counts for that."
That was another thing she realized might give her away-- her... unique... lightsaber.
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Post by The Hot Eye on Oct 15, 2004 18:26:01 GMT -5
yaz looked at the others around her. she couldnt help but notice how bright everything was. she almost giggled but was still a little too frustrated... "uh, jedi master yaz," she started, kind of imformally, "born on kushibah, traveled around as a jedi ever since. isnt endor colorful enough here?" she asked calming down and teasing the oddly clothed group. although, this only dimmed the purple a bit. "and, yes please clarify the luxery item..." she frowned, thinking about leaving her beuaiful lightsabe behind, and soon was as purple as ever.
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Post by Vanacoriel on Oct 16, 2004 14:45:43 GMT -5
Eerin jumped out of her small ship, only to be blinded by a group of people all in very violent shades of clothing, or in one's case fur. She was amused by how much half of them clashed and then decided to head down there to introduce her self. She thought about how...well, not so vibrant her clothing was, wearing a simple green poncho with black pants and boots.
" Hello everyone!" she greeted them cheerfully a big smile on her face. " I'm Eerin, from Tatooine, and my last name...I can't remeber at the moment..." she stopped and tried hard to remeber..." oh well. I guess I am the only..non-force user here... I am, or was a smuggler, but now I am a contestant on the BEST REALITY SHOW EVER!" She jumped up and down with excitment. " Is it a requirement to be a bright shade of something?" She grinned.
"Right my luxury item is my travel sized blow up airplane! It's a model of an EARTH airplane! and it can REALLY fly! only for about 12 feet of course, then it collapses or pops." she looked somewhat dejected at the thought of her beloved plane crashing, but then she got happy again and was smiling her face off.
(is it possible to smile your face off?)
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Post by Lady Maeggaladiel on Oct 18, 2004 9:50:37 GMT -5
"Pleased to meet you," Ket beamed a plastic smile. "And for your questions, a luxury item is any single item that you bring from your home world to help you in the wilderness. Eerin here has brought a blow-up airplane. Which I'm sure will be quite usefull." Another wide grin.
"You can have anything you like as a luxury item, but you can only bring one thing."
Skri the gungan brought him a slip of paper. Ket stared at it a moment and turned back to his contestants.
"Well!" He said. "I have your teams right here." He examined the paper once more.
"Jandalf," he said. "You will be on Team Rancor. You and the rest of your team will be able to set up camp to the north of here."
"Eerin," he pointed to the latest newcomer. "You will be on Team Jawa. Your camp will be to the south of here."
"Aria, you will be on Team Nexu. You will set up camp to the east of here. And last but not least, Yaz will be on Team Wookie, camping to the west of here. As soon as the other contestants arrive, you'll be able to scout out camps for yourselves."
He grinned again and shook more hands.
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Post by Thorongil on Oct 18, 2004 16:20:51 GMT -5
"I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!" Thorongil ran towards the meeting point with his shovel strapped to his back.((No surprise, eh?))He passed the last of the trees and saw a small group of people about to split up.Thorongil ran over to them. " Did I make it?" He asked a dude with greasy hair, assuming he was the host. He collapsed on the ground breathing heavily. Not a good start for a game like Survivor.
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Oct 18, 2004 19:23:44 GMT -5
((There's not going to be too many of us-- maybe you should have only 2 teams, Maeg... so we have at least 2 people per team.))
"Aria" narrowed her eyes. "Nexu?" she muttered under her breath. "Not...funny..." She plastered her false smile on her face, and grinned at the host. "Then I suppose my lightsaber is my luxery item," she said with false cheer. Great. "To the east, and not the west..." She looked around, confused.
"Which way's east?" she asked, sheepishly. "I can't see a thing in all this colorful glare."
The "Jedi" smiled falsely again, and hoped her question would be answered quickly... she didn't fancy being figured out by the two Jedi Masters... she figured easily that if she was, she would be in big trouble. Tiana knew that imitating a Jedi Knight had been a bad idea, but it had seemed the easiest way to get away with it. She quickly turned to the newcomer. "I think you made it," she said. "I'm Aria... and you are?"
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Post by Vanacoriel on Oct 18, 2004 20:56:42 GMT -5
"Terrific, so erm... who else is one our teams? not all the contestants are here are they?" Eerin, looked at the five people, each on a different team, the new comer with none. " I am confussed... did you say south?"
(( I agree with Eowyn! try two teams! or maybe 3..but you should cut it down. how are we supposed to vote some one off the island if there is only one person on the tribal conciel))
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Post by BEHIND YOU!!! on Oct 18, 2004 21:33:22 GMT -5
"Of course not everyone's here yet," Shadow said dryly, walking into the forest clearing nearly soundlessly. "I'd ask if you were suprised to see me, but that's a tad cliché, I think."
The Sith walked through the trees-- not literally, of course, and stood over across from the two Jedi Masters. "Hello, Jandalf," she said, glancing at the familiar Jedi. She didn't recognize the other Master, but knew she was such. She then turned over to look at the other Jedi, and narrowed her eyes slightly. "When did you dye your hair... Aria?" she asked strangely.
The black-robed Sith shrugged. "Anyway, I'm Shadow from... Coruscant, I think, and my Master wouldn't let me bring the Death Star or a Star Destoryer as a luxary item, so I believe that my item is my lightsaber." She patted her lightsaber fondly. "And I also believe that there's a temorary truce between the Jedis and myself, correct?"
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Post by Lady Maeggaladiel on Oct 19, 2004 10:47:28 GMT -5
(Yeah, good idea. Two teams it is. What can I say? It was late and I was tired. My brain was not functioning at the time.)
"No, you're just in time!" cried Ket to the shovel-bearing newcomer. "Welcome to the show! And welcome to you too, madame. Now, if you'd be so kind as to--"
Skri handed Ket another slip of paper. Ket stared stupidly at it for a moment.
"Ah," he said uncomfortably. "I see there has been a change of plans. Due to a lack of contestants, (I knew crossing the acid swamp of Yarqua 7 was a bad way to choose contestants) Jandalf, Yaz, and our lady newcomer will be on one team, and Eerin, Aria, and the gentleman with the shovel will be on another." He squinted and looked at the message again. "You'll have to agree on your own team names, I'm afraid, since somebody has incredibly poor handwriting." He glared pointedly at Skri, who whistled and looked away.
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Oct 19, 2004 15:38:24 GMT -5
Jandalf surveyed the other contestants with an air of slight suspicion. She had a feeling about more than one of them, but particularly about this 'Aria'. But...she could look into that later.
Okay...so they were splitting into teams, were they? Had to come up with their own names, did they? She thought she could handle that, at least.
"Anyone got any ideas?" she asked Shadow and Yaz.
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