SAFETY NOT GUARANTEED
Tom Phillips hated his job. He hated it more than anything else about his life, he hated the hours, he hated the people, his boss, he hated the location, the commute and above all other things- Tom absolutely despised the clients. For you see, Tom Phillips's official position title was Resident Client Liaison at the World Wild Call, a successful international add website for trading and hiring. Ever wanted to sell you're grandma's old typewriter? How about having a perfect stranger come to your house and organize your personal belongings or feed cake to your wife for your voyeuristic pleasure? No? Well, then, you're probably not made from the stern stuff that makes Tom's Bosses' client tell. Every day, the poor man (and yes, Tom actually does consider himself to be pretty miserable) has to arrive at the office at no later than 7:15am, and be in his seat, clocked in and wearing his ear piece at 7:30, then he will be phoning his daily list of hoarders and perverts to be absolutely certain that none of their messages had any errors or typos in them. Tom Phillips's technical position title was a fact checker, a glorious thesaurus.
It was about 1:38pm, that Tom first read the troublesome ad request that started all of this, while sitting in his tiny cubicle. The fact checker rubbed his eyes, adjusted his frameless glasses and read the request for the second time, bringing his 'I See Dumb People
' coffee mug to his thin lips; as he sipped on the cold and overly sweetened sludge, he slid his cursor across the screen and highlighted the client's number, noting that the name on the contact information simply stated: D
. With a sigh, Tom clicked the 'Outgoing Call
' command on the telephone management program's interface. God, just don't let this be another one of those homicidal maniacs, three in one month is plenty enough, thank you.
He thought to himself as he waited for the client to answer.
Tom watched the digitalized clock to the left of his taskbar, at exactly 14:00, the line clicked and D
A suspicious voice answered from the other side, slightly tensed.
"Ah, good day to you, Sir." Tom forced out his 'talking to clients' tone, which was warm and welcoming, although professional, 'Let them hear your smile, Tommo
' his boss once said, with the straightest face Tom has ever seen on that ridiculous man. "This is Tom Phillips from the headquarters of World Wide Call calling, can I please speak to Mr. D?""I don't know, can you?"
the voice sounded rather amused, slightly more relaxed now.
"Sir?" Tom blinked."It's really rather basic, Thomas, really. You asked if you can speak to Mr. D, one's ability to speak is usually completely up to him, I think you should find. The question you might be looking for, however, is whether or not you may speak to Mr. D. Fear not, it is a common mistake with you American lot."
Tom blinked, that was the first time he noticed the person's slight British accent. "I see, well, may I speak to Mr. D then, Sir?""Ah, very well, Thomas. We learn something new every day, don't we just? I do apologize, this is Mr. D speaking, of course, what can I help you with?"
"My name is Tom, Sir, thank you. Actually, Mr. D, I'm calling in regards of the wanted ad you requested to post on our board." Tom said, "It is my job to make sure that the ad that we publish measures up to your intended standards.""That must a very satisfying job you have there, Thomas."
"Shall we go over the ad, then?" "We're using our 'shall's now, much better."
Mr. D sounded pleased, "Well, I have the email I've sent you in front of me, everything seems to be in order, Thomas."
"It's Tom, Sir." Tom did the best he could to keep his 'smiling' voice from fading, "Sir, you wrote that you were looking for someone to go back in time with you.""Yes, yes, well, that is quite accurate."
"You wrote that the person you'll hire will get paid once you get back from the said journey back in time?""Quite reasonable, don't you think? Time travels can reveal many unexpected facts about one's personality. This isn't a roof tiling, Thomas, where a mistake would result in a leakage, the smallest error during a time travel might result in death, or worse."Yep, a complete nutjob.
Tom decided, "And then you added that the person must bring his own weapons, this is highly unorthodox, Mr. D.""I do believe you're right, Thomas. However, I do not own or carry any weapons of my own, you see, that is out of the question from my perspective. However, as I've already said, things might get dangerous and I want my companion to be able to defend him-or her-self."Companion? This is starting to sound really familiar.
Tom thought, "Which brings us to your closing line, that safety-""Thomas, my boy, I can see that you insist on doing the best job you can do, which is admirable, since you can't stand it, and why should you? A clever boy such as yourself is clearly overqualified to work as a humble fact checker. However, I am perfectly aware of the content of my ad, therefore the question that remains is- is your company at all interested in my business or not?"
Tom sighed mentally, "But of course we are, Mr. D." As long as your credit is good for our weekly rate, we don't give a flying fuck what you post on our website. Had Dahmer and Bundy been alive today, they'd probably be one of our most revered costumers.
"Shall we go over your credit information, then?""What on earth for?"
"Well, Mr. D, it seems that you haven't filled up your name on the payment application form. What should I write there?"
There was a short pause as the line went dead quiet."The Docter."
The man seemed rather intent on pronouncing 'doctor' with a cheezy british-accent style.
Tom blinked again, "Sorry, Sir? The Doctor?""Correctomundo."Not gonna say it…
Tom frowned, but he saw no way around it. "Doctor who, Sir?" he sighed."No, it's just that, The Docter."
Mr. D sounded pleased again.
This time, it was Tom's turn to enact a long and awkward silence, "I do apologize, Sir. However, if we don't type in the accurate full name of the card holder, the credit card company will not authorize the sale. Fear not, we are bound to client-service provider's discretion, we will advertise your Ad under the name D, if that is what you wish.""Ah, yes, well-"
The 'docter' sounded somewhat annoyed, "Write it down to John Smith, then."
Submitting the application form, the transaction went through immediately. Tom felt somewhat relieved, "I'm pleased to inform you that all seems to be in order, your Ad will be posted on our website under the 'Wanted' section, labeled under 'Classified', if that is to your satisfaction, Mr. Smith.""That is very kind of you, Thomas, very kind indeed."
Mr. D said, pleased again, "I shall see you sooner rather than later, I suspect."
"Sir?" Tom blinked, and the line clicked, the 'Docter' hung up on him. Tom sighed and then re-read the entire Ad:
WANTED: Someone to go back in time with me. This is not a joke. P.O Box 728 Garfield county, UT 49017. You'll get paid after we get back. Must bring your own weapons. SAFETY NOT GUARANTEED.
Tom sighed and clicked the 'Submi
t' command, sipping from his coffee again. Yep. Definitely a nutcase.
Right, so this is Safety Not Guaranteed, a group game GMed exclusively by Kingmaster1 and myself. Although the movie originally clearly was not a Doctor Who movie, we've decided to use it as an inspiration to our new Who game. This will NOT be your typical Dr. Who game, it plays in a modern world, where the Doctor Who series is currently being broadcasted, and the actual existence of the doctor is questioned. However, this is a Dr. Who game
, the universe is the same when we're talking about all the extraterrestrial cultures and the technology. The Time Lords, the Daleks, the Cyberman, Weeping Angels, Silence etc… it's all there, in reality and on the show, only in this world- humanity never became aware of any of that.
The plot will play like this: this Mr. D, the "Docter", have posted an Ad online looking for a companion, you will play the people responding to the ad. Mr. D will introduce himself as the doctor and claim that he needs their help in finding his long lost TARDIS, and that this adventure is also a test to see who of them has the right stuff to become his companion/s once the TARDIS is found. That means that the first part of the game is all about finding the TARDIS, while dealing with all of the obstacles and enemies on the way. What happens next is to be seen.Now, what kind of characters are we looking for?
The desperate kind. Keep in mind that this happens in a modern world, that's pure realistic to most people's knowledge, and the Doctor Who series is currently being broadcasted… So most people would think that Mr. D is some sort of a basket case. We're looking for characters that have some reason to go with him, all of them completely human to their best knowledge, so the reason has to be circumstantial or mental. Meaning- maybe they need to disappear, maybe they have something in their past they really want to change, maybe they're just looking for a more meaningful life, desperate to find some sort of supernatural in this grey world they have learned to hate, perhaps people who just don't find reality to be good enough, and want something more. Find them a reason to go with Mr. D, even if they might protest or doubt at first.
We're looking for a good number of 4 players, ideally 2 male characters, and 2 female characters. Preferably looking for players that can post in a moderately quick pace (at least once every 2-3 days).
Now, about the sex. This is an adventure game, it doesn't have anything installed especially for sex, but this is also an adult RP site and even Doctor Who characters (human and not) have their needs, so I wouldn't worry about that...
We want to see how many of you are actually interested before we get into the technicalities (character sheets etc.) so post up! You're always welcome to contact me via PM or any of my other contacts, which are listed on my profile.
Let's have some good ol' who-fun, shall we?
King & Ro