...So this is late, but! The public HMD meme is up over this way, if anyone would like to post a thread or post links to their threads here for easy access.

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The ic anon meme is up!

You meatlings be sure to talk about how amazingly sexy my rock hard robot body is.

It's Transmigration 9 Studios. No, the name doesn't make any sense, except that the owner, Stacy, has owned eight studios before this and they've all crashed and burned. Which feels so great for the actors and their sense of job security, let me tell you.

As soon as they're done with their scenes, the characters stop playing their roles and make it real. The scripts are tossed aside, and they can relax now that the cameras are off of them.

What does this mean? Well, perhaps Billy is an actual college graduate, who is disgusted with the scientific inaccuracies and techspeak mumbo-jumbo of his character. Perhaps Kang is a fit Japanese man in a rubber dragon suit. Maybe Renne is a former theater actor that speaks with a posh English accent? Who knows, perhaps Nehaa is a conservative Catholic who finds her role as a stripperiffic space goat horrifying! And it might an ongoing joke off-screen that Leon can't fight for shit, Steve's actor stands in for him during action scenes.

Just roll with it, guys, it's better than my first idea of the night.

The ship is huge. People interact, because they're forced to or because they want to, either way.

Something that happens at these times is pure gossip. Whether it be small talk over a meal, pillow talk between lovers, or scratched graffiti on the walls of the city, word gets around.

It might be true.

It might not be.

But it's interesting and keeps people entertained, so let's gather some of that gossip! Here, list some of the things your characters have heard or might say. Maybe have some reactions to it?

The Sensoriums are empty. Everyone's working, you should be nice and alone. You grin to yourself, conjuring a hardwood floor, and a set of stairs.

You grab an object. Could be a wand, a sword, a feather duster, a candlestick. You don't give a shit. You don a loose shirt, a nice set of underwear, and some socks (for those of you who can wear socks).

Finally, you push everything on the stereo all the way to the max. As the piano music starts up, you slide into the doorway.

You're dancing. You're grooving. Hell, you might even be singing.

But part-way into your routine, you realize the horrible truth.

You're not alone. Someone is watching you.

Who is it? What will you do?

They are off-comm due to potential NSFWness, but there are two memes.

The Trans 9 Kink Meme is what it sounds like.

The Trans 9 Stripper Meme is not. It's an AU set in the Trans 9 strip club.

Man, the sounds. The smells. The music. The booze. The crime. The Depression. The Prohibition.

Yessir, the Roaring Twenties were a hell of a time. Your characters get to experience it as well! Everyone is now living in the 1920s, in a bustling metropolis, with no real influence from some strange meatship. Their former lives now reflect their new ones.

A character that was a security officer on board might find themselves as a detective on the police force. Someone who used to be a superhero, punching their problems away, might find themselves as some sort of cop, sports star, boxing champ, or even just a kneebreaker on the streets. Someone who used to sing might be a sensation, or just another nightengale crooning in the smokey speakeasies, as people kick back and enjoy their illegal alcohol. A scientist might be a mad chemist, or even something from the pulps. Who knows?

All that's for sure is that they're here now, living the life they can. Will they run into one another? Will they live their lives apart?

That's for you to decide.

Have fun.

Are you tired of not having freedom? Are you tired of not being to carry around more than 5 guns? Are you tired of those damn mexicans not speaking any english and parking their cars on your lawn?

Okay, the mexicans on this ship don't have cars, and no one really has a lawn, but if they did have cars, they'd park'em on your lawns if you had one and you'd be just as sick of that shit as I am.

Then vote for me for Captain!

I'm Kevin Ryman, and I'm an American. From America. Where we have freedom, beer, guns, and NASCAR. Where the people speak english! ...Except for them mexicans, and some them chinese people, but they cut our grass and make cheap take-out, so we keep'em around for now.

But, shit, if you want FREEDOM! If you want BEER! If you want GUNS! And if you want NASCAR! Hey, if you want all of that together and have the freedom to drive 200 miles an hour while drinkin a sixpack and shootin at mexicans, then vote for Kevin Ryman for Meatship Captain.

A vote for Ryman is a vote for America.


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