Post by Orginalcliche on Dec 20, 2004 16:16:23 GMT -5
The year is 6051. Nuclear apocalypse has come and gone. The one continent even remotely fit for human habitation is Australia, although radiation still plagues them. The content is much less. In this large island, nations are starting to rebuild, one nation believes that the key to salvation is tradition. The only slight problem is they have no idea what tradition is, thus they have gathered a group of people to explore the newly devastated world and try and comprehend what it was like before. The technology is extremely simple and that of the fifteen hundreds, except for one ship, broken down but still float worthy this is there vessel. La Boulangrie, a cargo ship, now not only do they have to figure out the work the ship, they have to fix it. What wonders will they encounter in their journey, what amazing feats can they bring back home, but once they leave will they even want to come back?
(Notes:
No one under the age of twenty is on this voyage.
No one remembers what it was like ‘before’.
This world is fairly primitive.
This is a matriarchal society. Although men still hunt and women care for the children, women are considered the most wise and better at most other things. Men are considered to be only good at hunting and physical things, ex: weapons ectera.
Many terms have been warped over the years
Geezer is a term of respect to a older female.
Elder is a group of people.
Mardame is a way of saying Madame or M’am.
Slave is a derogatory term for someone considered lesser, they are not slaves)
Occupations on the Ship:
Doctor (think 1500’s style but maybe different techniques.)
Crew
Navigator ( No one really know much about the world around them, so reading the stars and standard techniques will be most common/used.)
Commandor (Weapons specialist. Guns are rare but not unheard of, futuristic technology is very rare. The more common are swords)
Captain
Name: Demeter Smith
Age: 50
Occupation: Cook
Description: A short hardy woman, too many wrinkles for her age, her once pretty raven hair is now ratty and worn. She is extremely fat, with pudgy hands that often do big gestures. She has trouble speaking and speaks with a lisp. She is also hard of hearing, though she can smell almost anything. She likes to where brightly colored dresses of the most expensive fashion. She is not the most intelligent but makes up for it with her loving manner. She cares for everything big and small, and thus her meals are often vegetarian. She is a women of few words however and hates gossip, she is not easily swayed by temptation. She is not the most adventurous women, but she was the best cook and these important explorers need a good meal. The only thing remotely pretty about her is her eyes, which are pools of azure and emerald. However with her disposition they are often looked over and missed by her knarred features. She cannot stand people who put on airs. She has a strange intuition and can often tell if it’s going to rain or not. She feels like she never receives what she deserves.
Weapons: She doesn’t really like weapons, though she keeps her butcher knife close. She much prefers to just sit back and watch the man fight. Not only is she extremely scary when she is angry and flying at you with a butchers knife, but it is also so funny. No one has the heart to tell her that most of her enemies die of laughter not of fear.
Demeter -+was pacing unnaturally, the foolish elder insisted on not following her advice. It was utter lunacy to send them out on a voyage into the great sea, who knew what lay beyond. As always, however what the elder said went no matter how unwise. Rain pricked at the gray sky, and was begging to fall in torrents. Leaving all bad omens and predictions out to soak, she hurried into her small hut.
The inside of her hut was small and homey, with a dirt floor and the heavy kangaroo skins that kept her warm. It was nice. Except for when it rained, like now. Sitting down on her new straw bed she pondered, which was bug free. Tomorrow she would meet the crew that she was to feed. They were probably not worrying about their cook, wasn’t it sweet to be under appreciated. She thought, listening to the tap dance the rain made on her roof. The hay was already soaking and soon would start dripping. There, as she had predicted it began, drip, drip, drip. One more and Demeter was sure to go insane, not that she already wasn’t, drip. Demeter gave a loud huff, and tried to get out of her chair. She found she couldn’t, her immense bulk was holding her down.
“I swear.â€
She said to the dripping, which only increased. Rolling her eyes at it, she gave a long frown.
“One more and……..â€
The rain properly chastised stopped. She gave a content sigh and promptly began to snooze. When she awoke in the morning it was not by the tell-tale chirping of birds but the itch of a bug bite.
“Darn Mosquitoes, Darn them. This one was probably infected; it would be just my luck.â€
Demeter was talking to herself rapidly, again. A small youth peeked his scrawny face into her hut.
“Maredam.â€
“What.â€
She cried peeking at the small boys face.
“It’s time to go.â€
“What’s a boy doing as a messenger?â€
She asked grumpily, slightly angered at being bothered. The boy decided not to press his luck and shrugged.
“Your skinny too.â€
She said with scrutiny.
“Your mam must not feed you well?â€
He shrugged again, and shut the door quietly behind her as she left the hut. The rest of the trip was in silence finally they reached the beach. The sand was a light fawn and the waters were cold. High waves crashed, drowning out the grumbling of the crowds that had gathered. Everyone wanted to see the brave adventurers off, to sea. Demeter still had no clue how they were going to get out of here, as usual no one told the cook anything.
(Notes:
No one under the age of twenty is on this voyage.
No one remembers what it was like ‘before’.
This world is fairly primitive.
This is a matriarchal society. Although men still hunt and women care for the children, women are considered the most wise and better at most other things. Men are considered to be only good at hunting and physical things, ex: weapons ectera.
Many terms have been warped over the years
Geezer is a term of respect to a older female.
Elder is a group of people.
Mardame is a way of saying Madame or M’am.
Slave is a derogatory term for someone considered lesser, they are not slaves)
Occupations on the Ship:
Doctor (think 1500’s style but maybe different techniques.)
Crew
Navigator ( No one really know much about the world around them, so reading the stars and standard techniques will be most common/used.)
Commandor (Weapons specialist. Guns are rare but not unheard of, futuristic technology is very rare. The more common are swords)
Captain
Name: Demeter Smith
Age: 50
Occupation: Cook
Description: A short hardy woman, too many wrinkles for her age, her once pretty raven hair is now ratty and worn. She is extremely fat, with pudgy hands that often do big gestures. She has trouble speaking and speaks with a lisp. She is also hard of hearing, though she can smell almost anything. She likes to where brightly colored dresses of the most expensive fashion. She is not the most intelligent but makes up for it with her loving manner. She cares for everything big and small, and thus her meals are often vegetarian. She is a women of few words however and hates gossip, she is not easily swayed by temptation. She is not the most adventurous women, but she was the best cook and these important explorers need a good meal. The only thing remotely pretty about her is her eyes, which are pools of azure and emerald. However with her disposition they are often looked over and missed by her knarred features. She cannot stand people who put on airs. She has a strange intuition and can often tell if it’s going to rain or not. She feels like she never receives what she deserves.
Weapons: She doesn’t really like weapons, though she keeps her butcher knife close. She much prefers to just sit back and watch the man fight. Not only is she extremely scary when she is angry and flying at you with a butchers knife, but it is also so funny. No one has the heart to tell her that most of her enemies die of laughter not of fear.
Demeter -+was pacing unnaturally, the foolish elder insisted on not following her advice. It was utter lunacy to send them out on a voyage into the great sea, who knew what lay beyond. As always, however what the elder said went no matter how unwise. Rain pricked at the gray sky, and was begging to fall in torrents. Leaving all bad omens and predictions out to soak, she hurried into her small hut.
The inside of her hut was small and homey, with a dirt floor and the heavy kangaroo skins that kept her warm. It was nice. Except for when it rained, like now. Sitting down on her new straw bed she pondered, which was bug free. Tomorrow she would meet the crew that she was to feed. They were probably not worrying about their cook, wasn’t it sweet to be under appreciated. She thought, listening to the tap dance the rain made on her roof. The hay was already soaking and soon would start dripping. There, as she had predicted it began, drip, drip, drip. One more and Demeter was sure to go insane, not that she already wasn’t, drip. Demeter gave a loud huff, and tried to get out of her chair. She found she couldn’t, her immense bulk was holding her down.
“I swear.â€
She said to the dripping, which only increased. Rolling her eyes at it, she gave a long frown.
“One more and……..â€
The rain properly chastised stopped. She gave a content sigh and promptly began to snooze. When she awoke in the morning it was not by the tell-tale chirping of birds but the itch of a bug bite.
“Darn Mosquitoes, Darn them. This one was probably infected; it would be just my luck.â€
Demeter was talking to herself rapidly, again. A small youth peeked his scrawny face into her hut.
“Maredam.â€
“What.â€
She cried peeking at the small boys face.
“It’s time to go.â€
“What’s a boy doing as a messenger?â€
She asked grumpily, slightly angered at being bothered. The boy decided not to press his luck and shrugged.
“Your skinny too.â€
She said with scrutiny.
“Your mam must not feed you well?â€
He shrugged again, and shut the door quietly behind her as she left the hut. The rest of the trip was in silence finally they reached the beach. The sand was a light fawn and the waters were cold. High waves crashed, drowning out the grumbling of the crowds that had gathered. Everyone wanted to see the brave adventurers off, to sea. Demeter still had no clue how they were going to get out of here, as usual no one told the cook anything.