[Game]Temporal Modification - Shift I: Boston, Massachusetts, America, 1773[Sign-ups still open]

RFL.

What would you do with a time machine? Visit the future and gain insight to new things? Or return to the past, to observe or perhaps change what happened? The latter is what a group of nine explorers (not including pilot and subordinates) have in mind: going throught history and changing it to examine the positive or negative effects in the present.

(Yes, there are failsafes which prevent paradoxes – that is, before someone went back and erased them.)

In TM, players will be given a random time and place, as well as any relevant extra information. From there, they’re free to look around and do what they wish. Shifts will last 72 hours, and details will be given on present changes within the next 24 unless the pilot says otherwise [That is, that I’ll be gone], in which event the co-pilot (sub-mod) will report on the events. Should that fail to occur, the co-pilot will be made a regular member and his/her assistant will become co-pilot. A regular member will be promoted. The hierarchy goes one step farther in the exact same direction. (The co-co-co-pilot also has the responsibility to serve food and drink.) The group has enough fuel for fifteen stops (not including present), the last five of which the expedition members decide. On occasion, group members will receive random objects.

Pilot: Jaye Granger (FlameFlight)

Co-Pilot: Mike Clastery (pludrpladr)

Co-Co-Pilot : Hob (walfordking)

Co-Co-Co-Pilot: Matt (squidward568)

Passenger List:
1. Jeremiah Schwartz (TimeStrike)
2. Martin Bryant (Minnakht)
3. Noob (tbenn14)
4. Miles Alexander (TTF12)
5. James McCray (Sabin7)
6. Wilson (Fogfun)
7. Jake Millar (gandalf5166)
8. Anton Lux (ShadowTH12)
9. Thomas Keeper (Helkaine)

Anyone else interested, go here for further information.

[Very well, then. Let us begin! Also, you may have skipped the intro because it looks familiar? Don’t. I made a couple changes from what was listed in the signups. Coincidentally, they’re still open.]

Jaye
Well, everyone’s on board…I wouldn’t be surprised if more people come out of nowhere later, though. Regardless, since I know they were briefed, I just activate the portal and fly the machine through. Now, in the timestream, I also converge with the spacial location(stream) so we won’t be right where we were. Of course, the passengers know nothing of this. Come to think of it, they don’t know how dangerous this is, either. I can’t activate the permanence function until we settle, so anything that messes up in the timestream endangers us by crushing us in a grey hole to rectify the mistake; because if that happened, no one here existed and the mistake was never made. There’s a branch of study that goes into length on that type of thing, but that’s for people who like paradoxes. I don’t like them, and I’m fine with having decided to work in the field. Good thing, too, since after seven years I’m finally in command of a machine, as opposed to an assistant previously, even though none of those seven years really happened yet…bother, that’s confusing. I think I’ll just focus on this…

Not far outside of Boston, Massachusetts, Her(England) Majesty’s Colony of America, 2200 Hours, December 15, 1773

It was a dark and stormy night… Once we reenter reality, I immediately set the permanence function. The machine is cloaked, so after give each a bottle of water and a notebook with a pencil(standard) as well as an infinitely fueled lantern(shift), I encourage everyone to go out and explore the nearby city, I wait and watch the video trackers on each of them, and watching for any updates on present changes.

[You may not act independently of other players. Have a good time!]

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James

“Hey, I know what to do! Let’s go lynch that jerk Banjamin Franklin!”

Miles
“You’ll do no such thing.” I soundly cuff James on the back of the head, hopefully knocking him out. Then I speed off towards Boston to prepare for the Tea Party, which will occur tomorrow night.

James

“Fine…grumble..grumble…” I then go off to tip off the soldiers that Washington and his men will perform an act where they will dump many tons of tea into the ocean, due to taxes.

Thomas

Finally I can make a real difference. I take my bottle of water, and notebook. I mark the date, and location on my notebook. It reads as follows:

Boston, Massachusetts, Dec/15/1773
Today I arrive Via/Time machine in Boston, as I write this entry it is 2200 hour’s or 10:00 P.M. In standard time. Tomorrow is the Boston Tea party. I plan to partake. As for now I head off to prepare, and I shall report back in the morning.
~ Thomas Keeper

“Boston Tea Party! Spliffing. English folk do enjoy their tea.” Said Hob in a posh voice.

[Third person? Really? Why?]

[Because he likes that. I think.]

Mike

“So what do we do now sir? De we just let them have their fun? You should probably tell them to remember that they can mess up history easily.”

Originally posted by walfordking:

“Boston Tea Party! Spliffing. English folk do enjoy their tea.” Said Hob in a posh voice.

“Silly man! They will pour the tea into the ocean, destroying it! We MUST alert the authorities immediately!”

Matt
“Phew. I could do with a mission involing tea.” I grin to everyone, then go to the tea thing. I knew it was nothing to do with tea, but i liked sarcasm.

James

“Okay, okay. I am not much of a rouge like that, but I guess I’ll go discuss how we should found our country with Benjamin Franklin. Anyone else want to join me?”

“Yeah!” I grin.

Jeremiah
I finish making notes of the current situation. “Sure.”

“Now, lets go to this hellish tea party!”

Jaye
“Oh, right…you don’t have to worry, Mike. This expedition is here so people can measure the efects of messing with history without endangering the present. I suggest you join the other people who are already in Boston. I’ll catch up with all of you later.”

“Yeah, yeah… don’t we all look modern? We should get proper clothes and such. Unless we have already.”

[Nope.]

(Bump)

Mike

“Oh ok then.” I say and run over to the others. “Wait for me! I’m your guide. Or something” The last said a little lower to myself.