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OOC: Any interest to sign up here. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=503046)

So, the story so far:
IC:
July 9th 2007
Looking out across Bristol, a man gripped the basket of his balloon.
He could trace a rough arc across symbols of the Engineer. The Suspension Bridge. The S.S. Great Britain. Temple Meads Station.
He smiled - the blissful faith in rationalism they represented. Well, that could only last so long.
There were several individuals crucial to the whole enterprise, scattered across the city. Each one had a role to play. Each was entirely ignorant of that fact. Most would be waking up to go to work at around this time.
He knew they were there, but not who they were yet.
He would work that out, and start the process. By the end of the day, every one of them would be beginning to question, and things would be rolling.
One month remained to have everything in place.
The night when all had to be complete? Some time during the International Balloon Fiesta - one month away.

Name: Victorious V. Victor
Age: 20
occupation: student at the University of Bristol, no apparant major or even logic to the courses taken [means of paying for them unknown, even to him. just happens]. [free lance and as yet un published] Game designer
hair: long. dark brown. messy.
eyes: grey-[indeterminate colour]. Appear to shift colours in the light depending on the suroundings.
height: just shy of 6'
build: kinda scrawny, but not as weak as you'd think.
Country of Origin: New Zealand
history: (.... i got no idea. includes some health issues and a reason for coming to bristol to study)
above average skills: getting in trouble not of his own making. avoiding major consequences for trouble reguardless of who's fault it is. game design. dropping the last piece [or first piece, or key piece] into other peoples plans to get them unstuck/functional. almost berserk when enraged, temporarily unaffected by any illness he might have at the time untill he comes back down again (i'm not makeing this up. i can actually do that :S i'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing). the comedown from the adrenaline/rage mix is a bitch.


OOC: took the liberty of copying across so I can start and it'll make sense.
IC:
At this time, being a student, Victor was sleeping. Soon he would need to get up for lectures, unless he was skipping those today, which he probably wouldn't, because Haz would be there.
And, alarm <buzz. buzz. buzz.> Oh, decisions.

Victorious V. Victor, 'Vic' to those who knew him and found his full name awkward for one reason or another, V^3 when he was online, hater of alarms and waking up in the mornings.

still half asleep, he flipped the covers off his bed, swung around and stood up all in one motion, took the two steps across the room to reach the alarm clock, hit the button to turn it off and...

stopped, blinking. that was as far as his brain was willing to go on auto-pilot. now he needed to wake up. do all the useuall things one did before leaving in the mornings. once again he was thankful that he did not drink. doing this with a hang-over would probibly be even less fun.

an hour and a half later, still with plenty of time to spare, Vic was on his way. for all that he hated alarms and getting up early, he hated being late even more. as such, he set his alarm for earlyer than most students would relative to when he had to be places.

ooc: humm. details will become apparant as i go, i guess :) that's my first post there, anyway.

Charlie's alarm went off, and proceeded to roll off the table and start rolling around his room. He had built one that would do such a thing to force him to wake up, and it worked.

He got out of his bed and looked around his small room, trying to find the blairing alarm, eventually finding it under the bed and turning it off, slamming it down on top of the dresser at the foot of his bed.

He had work, in 1 hour, at the supermarket. He worked two jobs, because he had been kicked out of the house when he told his mother he didn't want to go to university immediatley. She told him that if he was out of school, he was out of her house. And so it was. Charlie stoated to the shower in a lack of caffine induced daise, turned it on, and stood under it for what seemed to be an eternity. But, he had a secret weapon to fight the morning slowdown, and grabbed the bar of caffinated soap he had bought the week earlier and started using it.

Within a matter of minutes he felt the rush of the caffine and he started to wake up. he washed his hair, and got out of the shower, brushed his teeth, and did the myriad of other things one does in their morning routine.

He grabbed his backpack and stuffed his clothes for after work into them, as well as a stick of deodrant and his lunch, and grabbed his keys. He headed through the creaky old apartment and to the door, stepping through it and locking the numerous locks the landlord had installed, and headed for the carpark to the back of the building. He rounded the corner and cameupon his pride and joy, an 1991 BMW M5. He had gotten it from some schumuck for 2 grand because it had a ceased engine. He took it home, unseased it, and was the new owner of a Black M5. Charlie pressed the "unlock" button on the fob and heard the "Chirp chirp" of the alarm disarming. he got into it and sat down, putting the key in the ignition and starting the car.

Vic rolled over and woke up. He seemed to remember having got up already, but he'd only just woken up.
The time? 08:55
The time of his lecture? 10:00
Time taken to walk from his house to his lectures? 30 minutes.

But he was sure he'd already woken up and got dressed...hang on, he already was dressed...and his hair was damp from having a shower.


"Hmmm. There's one. A student, at the university. In...hmmm...Badock Hall, north side of the Downs. One found, how many to go?

We'll have fun with this one. See what we can do to him."

Name: Arkady Espresse'
Age: 34
Occupation: Optometrist
Physical description: 5'10", brown curly hair, blue eyes, average build, full beard.
Origin: Born in Goa, came to Britain at age 10 after being orphaned by a Tsunami.
Bio: Born to Fred and Ethel Espresse', Corsican expatriates. Ethel was a housewife, Fred an import/export businessman. He had a slight brush with the law when he was suspected of running guns to Taiwan. No charges ever brought. Arkady grew up as a normal child, doing the things that boys do. Has a sister, Adrienne who is two years his junior. Attended a British school of Optometry, graduated near the top of his class, with a minor in International Politics. Now operating a chain of well-known Vision Centers.

Vic rolled over and woke up. He seemed to remember having got up already, but he'd only just woken up.
The time? 08:55
The time of his lecture? 10:00
Time taken to walk from his house to his lectures? 30 minutes.

But he was sure he'd already woken up and got dressed...hang on, he already was dressed...and his hair was damp from having a shower.


"Hmmm. There's one. A student, at the university. In...hmmm...Badock Hall, north side of the Downs. One found, how many to go?

We'll have fun with this one. See what we can do to him."



"o..k... this is... odd" being already dressed and the like, Vic took a moment to start up his computer and check the date. while it was booting up, he checked around... everything from his morning routien, done already
"Really freakin' odd." he had time to kill, as a result. the way he figured it, he had no information at all, so he may as well go about his day. keeping note, obviously, for anything that might explaine this annomoly.

"nothing happens without a reason" he said out loud, as he checked the date, and time on his computer, then his e-mail while he was there.

((OOC:bump for great justice))

Name: Arkady Espresse'
Age: 34
Occupation: Optometrist
Physical description: 5'10", brown curly hair, blue eyes, average build, full beard.
Origin: Born in Goa, came to Britain at age 10 after being orphaned by a Tsunami.
Bio: Born to Fred and Ethel Espresse', Corsican expatriates. Ethel was a housewife, Fred an import/export businessman. He had a slight brush with the law when he was suspected of running guns to Taiwan. No charges ever brought. Arkady grew up as a normal child, doing the things that boys do. Has a sister, Adrienne who is two years his junior. Attended a British school of Optometry, graduated near the top of his class, with a minor in International Politics. Now operating a chain of well-known Vision Centers.


Arkady was already preoccupied, and it was only 6:30 AM. He'd had a call from his sister, which was odd enough, concerning a break-in at her town-home complex. The theives had somehow gotten past the guards at the gated community and systematically and selectively broken into just three of the homes there. All three homes were owned by employees of the shadowy IT corporation, Phase Dynamics.

The theives were good.....very good. They'd gotten into the townhouses and stolen software without waking the occupants. No one was even aware tha anything was amiss until they discovered the missing software. The police were keeping a lid on the story due to the sensitive nature of the software, ostensibly having something to do with linear/temporal shift procedures. Time travel.

"Well fuck me", he thought. "Another company riding the wave of research into time shifting. Don't they realize that neither the past nor the future are physical destinations? You can't go to a place that doesn't exist!"

As he busied himself with his morning routine, he absently listened to the morning news. No mention of the break-ins. Typical cover-up. No sense in alarming the populace.

He jumped into his Acura TL, and in just a few minutes arrived at his newest store. He had to kick some butt here, as it was the only store not producing according to plan. He assumed as menacing a demeanor as possible as he pushed through the door, only to find the place empty. Lights on, muzak in the background. He heard a thump off to the left and went to investigate.

He found the source of he thump in the employee break-room, enjoying a Starbucks espresso. "Good morning, Dr. Espresse'. Sit down and join us for a couple of minutes, won't you?"

Three men bundled up in floor-length leather trench coats sat at the table. All three wore dark sunglasses and leather gloves. This would not had so unusual had it not been late May. Rather late in the year for such apparel.

As casually as possible, he asked, "Who are you? Why are you here? Is there some problem?"

The man on the left responded. "I said sit down! We'll ask the questions!"

Arkady did as he was told. 'No sense in aggravating these guys', he thought.

"Dr. Espresse', I understand you have some experience in politics. Is that correct?"

"Not really. I took some courses while in university, but that's about the extent of it."

"Hmmmm. Wasn't one of those courses in bio-political extremes?"

Arkady thought for a moment. "Are you referring to the studies on fringe groups? Quasi-militaristic cells, stealth groups, and the like? What of it? It was largely based on surmise and potential scenarios. Much like a game of 'what if this happened' type of thing."

The man was silent for a second. "Well, Doctor, one of your 'what if' situations may have occured this morning."

"Oh?"

"We have reason to suspect that a person or persons from another time were responsible for the break-ins at your sister's complex. And that your sister may be directly involved."

Right, I've realised that I don't have time for this, as to run it as I'd planned is quite labour intensive - especially given one or two issues that have arisen.

So feel free to play it as a free-form, open, character RP.
Sorry guys.