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Post by Al Truest on Jan 14, 2004 22:24:12 GMT
I'm ready to go when you are. I don't plan on adding to the story until some more of you advance the plot. I believe any one of you could pick up where it was left off.
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Post by Neo Stella on Jan 14, 2004 22:41:40 GMT
Any creative ideas on the science that makes time travel possible? I think magnetic pulse energy combined with a swirling polar anamoly just off the coast line would provide the power and the hydro-magnetic energy to propel the pod in a spin (foward or reverse) to time travel. It is also low tech for the period's available resources. This technology could have been passed on to a trustworthy soul (Kohl) through pre-cognitive thoughts that have been assembled through dreams. (You're liking this Doug ) Kohl reveals the site of the polar anomoly in Boston Harbor to city leaders who ultimately conspire to build a 'golden goose'. More ideas are welcome. Do you ever know me Al Truest!! I've got to say with my imagination I have a spooky feeling that this made up story will be closer to a real happening than any of you realise.
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Post by Al Truest on Jan 14, 2004 23:07:06 GMT
I've got to say with my imagination I have a spooky feeling that this made up story will be closer to a real happening than any of you realise. Let's not go overboard now. I do think we've got a great concept going here. What do think about the ideas and how everyone's character will come into play?
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Post by Al Truest on Jan 14, 2004 23:25:36 GMT
Thanks Sven and NEO. We're well underway. Someone pick up th ball and run with it.
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Post by Neo Stella on Jan 14, 2004 23:31:10 GMT
After reading Sven's introduction of Morris Box, not his own character, I realised we can interweave each and all the people as the story unfolds.
I know you think I'm over the top Al, its just that I believe this story already exists; we are just going to discover it.
Kate once said her songs have a life of their own. To quote her, "If it (the song) won't let you do it, then you can't do it. Do you see what I'm getting at?
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Post by Sven Golly on Jan 15, 2004 0:32:06 GMT
After reading Sven's introduction of Morris Box, not his own character, I realised we can interweave each and all the people as the story unfolds. I meant to say something about that. But since Al wrote me into the first scene, I thought it would be O.K. I guess if anybody objects, they can request an edit of their characters dialogue or actions. I liked how the time machine could only go no further back than the intitial launch. I think unearthing the pod from the excavated rock at the selected site would be a good twist. It would have been from a future miscalculated trip. Then there would be an existing proto-type for reconstruction. Better yet it would be a 'chicken or egg first' dilemma. Perhaps they also find two skeletons that had fossilised inside the pod. Maybe it is the remains of Kohl or Morris Box or maybe they rig it to appear that way. Lots of possible turns here. Also a demonstration of the possibility of time travel would have to be very convincing to normally dull political leaders. What if the proof was lowering a pocket watch on a chain to the Boston Harbor floor at the proposed site. When the watch is retrieved it was apparently aged by 50 years. ??
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Post by Al Truest on Jan 15, 2004 22:35:27 GMT
Great! People are keeping the story moving along. This may turn out to be quite good.
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Post by Al Truest on Jan 16, 2004 13:48:01 GMT
The story is wide open for anyone to add there input.
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Post by Sven Golly on Jan 17, 2004 0:57:20 GMT
I'm going to get confused if some characters have accents and dialects and others don't. Will we not assume the accent? I think it's proper that some characters may speak poor english, but we should be consistent. The one who creates the character should be the one who has re-write priveleges. Right Al?...
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Post by Al Truest on Jan 17, 2004 12:05:43 GMT
Don't worry about it. ;D
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Post by strabley on Jan 17, 2004 15:29:10 GMT
What Svengolly is probably talking about is that I'm too shy to say that I don't even understand my character because she is a middle class sophisticated dancer who somehow failed and wouldn't really have a cockney accent. I could run with this except that I don't know cockney so well (I'm American) so I don't feel comfortable being her if I can't post without worrying about proper dialect.
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Post by madscientist on Jan 17, 2004 23:59:37 GMT
Cor Blimey Gavnah, it never botherd Dick van Dyke!! Any way.... Inside the bar it was getting busy. The light penetratingthe yellowed windows was fighting the murk and smoke. Night was getting up after another day in bed. Suddenly Morris rushed in through the door, red in the face and panting, as he made it to the apparent sanctuary of the bar he slowed to a stagger and attemped to put on a coat of decorum by straightening his hair and clothes. He was immediately pressed from all sides by jubilant revellers toasting the long to be remembered victory. "I said, what a game, did you.." Morris heard from one side, "Top of the ninth and bases..." "That pitcher deserves the five bucks a week, an' more..." The crowd relayed to him the whole game, in a disjointed, jumbled manner, while, as if by brownian motion he made his way to the bar, all the while glancing at the door that he had just come through, as if daring it to open and let in the terrible secret that he had left, hopefully, far behind outside. "Hey", Morris yelled over the chorus of cheers and shouts, "Hey, Callahan, hit me with a double". Morris, although his breathing had returned to what could be considered as normal in a heaving, smoke filled atmosphere, was still sweatting, but was pale, blood drained from his face. Callahan acknowledged his request for the shot, and was reaching for the usual gnats p**s when he noticed the uneasy demeaner of Morris, one of his more regular patrons. As a bar keep, you get to know the look of the people that pass through your establishment. The ones that are there just for a drink, those that are there because they are avoiding being somewhere else and those that have nowhere else to go. This look, the one on the face of Mr. Morris Box, accountant and, well, James wasn't really sure about the details, but he knew that what ever it was 'down there' Morris was probably in over his head. No, that look deserved the good stuff, so motioning to one of the bar tenders he employed, went round back. Morris watched as James dissappeared into his inner sanctum. He turned is back to the bar and leant against its solidness, knowing that if trouble came, there was three feet of solid wood just within reach. Leaning there he noticed Ruby in a dark corner, expertly plying her trade, indicating to the trick that comfort lay in a bepillowed room not far away. He was raised from his musings by the presence of Callahan behind him and the sound of a small, full whiskey glass being placed on the bar behind him. He turned and knocked it back and almost choked on the vintage now cleanly burning the back of his throat. That'll bring the colo(u)r back, James said to himself. As Morris recovered from the physical shock of the whiskey and the realisation that Callahan knew that something was out of ordinary. Ha, ordinary was a term that had long dissappeared from the Vocabulary of the young Mr. Box. He motioned with a tilt of his glass that another would be in order, and, catching the world wise bar tenders eye, nodded a nod that the best auctioneer in the world would have been hard pushed to notice, in the direction of the solid door in the corner, plain in every way, unremarkable, apart from the strange glass handle that, no matter how hard or how many times other customers tried would not move. James was about to raise his eyebrows, indicating that all was 'normal' when again the bar door opened. Framed on the half dark of the night and the room, two men could be seen, just standing, scanning the seething mass for a face. Morris noticed immediately the face of the bar man freeze. He didn't need to look, not this time, he just started to move in the direction of the door with the strange glass handle... [glow=red,2,300]To be continued...[/glow] Sven, good idea about the full moon!!..Full moon, sun and moon opposite sides of Earth creating the exact gravitational field required for the micro black hole which is the source of the anomoly to do it's stuff. MM
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Post by Al Truest on Jan 18, 2004 2:12:34 GMT
Great job! This project is already a success. I'm getting Lori to move this (your last post here MM) to the 'CCW Another Lifetime' thread. Meanwhile I will write a short transition before that move. You may then edit for content and clarity. Your character was written in earlier. So note that the bartender is named "Brady'. and that Calahan has one 'l' (for our purposes ) and Morris is not quite yet a regular. Also, remember to remove the comments. Those will go on this thread. The story should read straight through, like a book or Novella. Sto', please pick up with your character after that post. Maybe Sheryl will hit it off with a baseball player or better yet a bare-knuckle boxer. (on the other board - 'CCW Another Lifetime'). If you guys have ?'s ask them here. Also we need a Mayor or councilman written in. If no one want's the part, then I will write him in. Most of the main characters have been set into motion thus far. Continue to develop them here. You guys can add your own characters when you contribute as well. Just mention them here for clarity, unless they are just incidentilal and not recurring. Is this making sense? "Cos I think it is fun.
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Post by Al Truest on Jan 18, 2004 3:25:12 GMT
I had asked earlier if anyone had noticed any veiled Kate Bush references in my writing. I know that this is the 'Other Topics' board, and we're free to explore. But; after reading an observation by MM, that we all seem to be wired differently that 'normal' people - and that it is the Kate Bush influence that sets us on the same path; then I think it may slant our writing style. (run on sentence ) I have so far used pieces of Kate's lyrics in my contributions. Under Ice, James and the Cold Gun and Waking the Witch (assume the punctiontion ;D) have been subliminally inserted. I plan to continue the practice. You may do so as well. Point them out if you catch them, but hopefully they will go on undetected. ;D
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Post by Sven Golly on Jan 18, 2004 4:37:28 GMT
Sven, good idea about the full moon!!..Full moon, sun and moon opposite sides of Earth creating the exact gravitational field required for the micro black hole which is the source of the anomoly to do it's stuff. MM Thanks. I really like the collaborative effort going on here,
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