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Strange role-play....

Multiland
31-03-2006, 04:33
OOC: O.K. this roleplay doesn't have a point to it - any point will be made up as it goes along.

Basically, I want to role-play something a bit like out of a movie, like where there are like spaceships floating around the country keeping watch on everyone and the citizens live in fear of them (or a less extreme version) - basically it's mass surveillance at it's surveillancist.

Anyone can join and be a Citizen of Multiland (Dual Nationality exists you know) or a Refugee (Refugees live in a special area on the borders of Multiland whilst they are waiting for their applications to be processed).

RULES:

This is using Present Technology (but joining two types of technology together - eg. a car that transforms into a motorbike <via technological means only, not sci-fi>) is fine

If you decide not to be a Citizen of Multiland or a Refugee, you can not be someone who has already snuck into the country without being noticed - it's virtually impossible anyway, due to the brilliant Multiland Protection Service. If you do want to sneak in, you must describe how you got past each defence (you can make up a few defences if you want)

The story can go anywhere, as long as it connects. Having a massive storm then suddenly someone starts sunbathing naked is kinda silly (maybe funny, but me no want that on this roleplay).

Things to bear in mind:

Multiland has a massive defence force - the Multiland Protection Service (MPS). This includes fighter jets, helicopters, tranquiliser powder-dropping planes, lethal and non-lethal weapons, a Water Defence Team, a Ground Defence Team (WDT), and Air Defence Team (ADT), vehicles that turn into other vehicles (via technological means only, not sci-fi)... basically, if it CAN logically exist with current technology (regardless of whether it has actually been created in real-life), then it DOES exist in the MPS. The MPS also controls a bomb-shield that forms a half-circle over most of the country - it is made out of special material and is in several sections that lock together.

Most of Multiland's citizens are naked

Virtually all of Multiland's citizens are trained in First Aid

Most of Multiland's citizens are trained in some kind of self-defence or/and Martial Art. Many are trained in boxing as well or instead.

Multiland has a network of Underground Shelters, connected by tunnels. The citizens don't know about these yet, as there has not yet been a need to use them. To access them, there are big metal squares on the floor that must be unlocked (this can be done automatically from a central place, or by hand individually) by a Multiland Official. The citizens believe these squares are to do with some kind of electricity supply or something. Some situations the shelters would be used in: threat of war on Multiland, explosion, tornado (where people have not been able to evacuate for whatever reason). The shelters, as soon as they are opened, would be staffed by Multiland Officials. INFO ON SHELTERS: The shelters are split into many sectors, each one with a central information desk. There is a massive supply of long-lasting food and drink, and there is a kitchen per every 500 matresses. People would sleep on matresses along the floor (families would be put in a special Family Room), and areas in each sector are split into Male, Female, and Mixed (plus of course the Family Room, which has cots available). There is one private shower & toilet facility per every 50 matresses, plus one communal shower facility per every 200 matresses (contains one shower per every 10 people) (including in the mixed area - Multiland accepts nudity remember), plus one Male Urinal Room per every 200 matresses (contains a urinal long enough for 20 people), plus one set of 10 cubicles (USA: stalls) per every 300 mattresses, plus a toilet and shower for every 10 people in the Family Room. There are also urinals dottes along the wall.

The Leader of Multiland cares for his citizens. This is the main reason for all the surveillance.

The Emergency Services (plus the non-emergency police) are merged as one - each still does duties specific to them (for example, their are still ambulances that deal with casualties, still a fire brigade that deals with fires, etc., and all still have "ambulance" or "fire" etc. on their vehicles), but each one has Power of Arrest and has been trained in this to police standards (including restraint techniques) and has "OS" (Office of Safety - this is the organisation they belong to) on the vehicle/uniform)

If you think this will be a rubbish roleplay, please do not post a message saying so - please just ignore it, thanks.

If possible, please try to use British-English, thanks :)

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IC: It was only 6pm but it was already dark this Winter. As the citizens tried to go about their business, a craft hovered above them, quite high in the air. Its purpose: to track the citizens, and deal with any trouble-makers. The craft, using its long-range heat-seeking device, spotted an altercation. Within minutes, OS Officers were on the scene. They had been patrolling in civillian clothes, as they do every night (either in different areas or in disguise so that criminals can't be warned who to look out for) and had received a message from the craft.

One of the men had been severely beaten, a well-built, clean-shaven man in his twenties. The other man, also well-built but bearded and around 30 years old, turned on the OS Officers. "Let me deal with this" said the slimmest of the three OS Officers. He could see it hadn't been a fair fight, otherwise he would have left the two men alone if it had been in a private area - the other man hadn't wanted to fight at all.

The bearded man laughed. "I'll crush you, you lanky git!". Annoyed and hurt at being called lanky, the Officer found it difficult to keep his cool. But he managed to, and as the man swung for him, he blocked it and flipped him over with a throw from judo - Tai Otoshi, or Body Drop. The man landed on a patch of grass, so whilst he was hurt badly, he was able to stand up quickly. He aimed another punch, which was blocked by the Officer who followed it up with a headbut to the nose that missed its target. The bearded man stepped back to avoid being gripped and thrown again, and the OS Officer used this opportunity to aim a fast kick to the head, which hit its target, sending the man into a daze. "Be careful," the Officer thought to himself, "he could have grab-". Before he had chance to finish, the bearded man aimed a kick of his own. Finishing off his thoughts with action rather than words, the OS Officer grabbed the man's leg and pulled him to the floor. Using an armlock, he twisted the man over and cuffed his arms behind his back.

The man was walked to a nearby van that had been called out by the craft, which was still hovering in the area, and taken away.

A woman, who had been using illegal drugs, had watched the incident from the shadows. The heat-seeker from the craft couldn't tell what she was doing, but she was still scared. She looked up, and saw the craft begin to turn towards her location. Quickly she slipped away from her hiding place into a nearby pub. "I wonder what they do to them", she thought, wondering about the man who had been aressted. "Do they just arrest people and let them go, or do they keep them there... forever...?"
Drexel Hillsville
31-03-2006, 04:52
Markus Ramius walked down the street. He saw alll the survailence. He was a little nerveous that he might be found out but tried to think little of it. He had come to Multiland under the facade of a refugee from a small war torn country.. That was ten years ago. He was really Matthew Crowley, son to the Supreme Admiral F. Crowley of Drexel Hillsville. His govenment had managed to sneak him in preety effectively. He was a sleeper, ready yo act if need be. He was one of four like him all around the country. The others were Danniel Hanlon, Alex Maenner, and Eddie 'Ginger' Fergueson.

Matt walked into his local pub and approached the bartender, "The usual." "One Irish Car Bomb coming right up," came the reply. Matthew took his drink and sat down in his usual booth.
1010102
31-03-2006, 05:03
All your base are belong to us!
Multiland
31-03-2006, 23:23
At MPS Base, it was time for the Annual Security checks. The old MPS General had recently been replaced, and the new General, Peter Walks, wanted to check everything thoroughly. He looked through masses of paperwork and computer records - paperworks and records that had already been checked twice by other MPS members, for security reasons.

Bomb Shelter working: Check. All units of MPS recently tested for efficiency: Check, standard: Elite. As he continued to check, he was happy that everything was in order - the borders were patrolled, refugees were kept in areas outside of the country until their applications had been processed, all members of MPS were being regularly tested for fitness and combat ability, everything seemed to be fine.

But then he came across a scribbled note from Officer Harkins. "Found refugee today", he had written. "Refugee number 00754 (checked on database). Told Leader. Checks to be carried out." There were some other details, such as the name the refugee had given, his date of borth, etc.. Attached to the back was another note, dated a month later. "Checks on Refugee number 00754 have now been carried out. Passed. He is now a citizen. Name: Markus Ramius."

As he read the note, the General couldn't help wondering what checks had been carried out. So he phoned the Office of International Affairs, as the Leader did not want to be disturbed except for help requests and to deal with some situations. The General was told that there were various checks made on the background of any refugee - their identity is checked, their fingerprints are taken to see if they match any on any database around the world, their DNA is checked in the same way. It would be virtually impossible for anyone to sneak in. They couldn't possibly just run out of a Refugee Centre and into the rest of the nation, as Refugee Centres are heavily guarded.

There was no way anyone could have got past all of Multiland's intrusive security checks... was there? The General still felt uneasy...
Multiland
01-04-2006, 02:32
P.S. Here's a basic outline of my nation: http://www.geocities.com/amateur_detective/multiland

On the North and South of the island, each land vehicle patrols ONLY the area it is assigned to (for example, the vehicle furthest to the left would patrol Refugee Area 1, but NOT Pleasantness Beach. There are three vehicles (as indicated by the number next to the picture of he vehicle) assigned to Refugee Area 1). On the East and West of the island, vehicles patrol the WHOLE of that side (Refugee Areas 1-4 for example).
Kulikovo
01-04-2006, 02:43
OCC: Why does everyone have to be naked?
Multiland
02-04-2006, 18:01
OCC: Why does everyone have to be naked?

OOC: They don't. Just that most Citizens choose to be due to the relaxed nudity laws. Why be clothed if ya don't have to be?