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Science Fiction Thriller CLOSED The Visitor

Discussion in 'Role Playing Forum' started by Master Vo'Un'Var, Jun 29, 2020.

  1. Master Vo'Un'Var

    Master Vo'Un'Var Jedi Master star 4

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    Mar 19, 2017
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    T h e
    V i s i t o r

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    A Science-Fiction Thriller

    The explosion had taken the locals by storm. In the dead of night in the vast deserts of Nevada, a mighty cloud of fire and flame erupted near a small remote village, leaving everyone in shock. The government wrote it off as a failed military flight exercise.

    Ever since then, nothing has seemed to make sense. After all, what kind of plane leaves the land a mile around it completely burned to ash?

    Maybe it's just the crazy locals again, trying to sell some big "alien conspiracy story." Typical. A bunch from this area were always trying to sell of UFO pictures.

    Or maybe, just maybe, it's something more...

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    Game Overview

    Welcome to The Visitor, a science-fiction thriller starting in the ghost town of Nelson, Nevada. Legend tells of a small diner operating in this abandoned town called Sam's Diner. It was here that the strange email told you to go and meet the mysterious "G."

    The chances of somewhat actually responding to this email were low, but the recipients of the email were very carefully chosen. Those with a desire to find out more of the unknown. And with all the events involving "The Explosion", it was only natural that those few amateur sleuths would show up.

    And that is exactly what you did.

    How to Join

    This game is planned to work with a very small cast. Only about 3 players or so. Read the above passages to help flesh out your character sheet, and then send one to me, the GM, using the template below. If you want assistance or need some ideas, don't hesitate to contact me on a PM.

    Once you have created your character, submit it to me via. PM for approval and double-check you have read the rules.

    Character Sheet

    Image (optional):
    Name:
    Age:
    Nationality:
    Occupation:
    Equipment:
    Biography:

    Rules

    1. Obey the TOS as expected.
    2. GM's world is law.
    3. PM your CS to the GM for Approval
    4. No Godmodding as usual
    5. Keep swearing to a minimum
    6. Have fun :D !
     
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  2. Kurisan

    Kurisan Jedi Master star 3

    Registered:
    Apr 26, 2016
    Approved by @Master Vo'Un'Var thank you!

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    Name: Saori Nishimura
    Age: 27
    Nationality: Japanese
    Occupation: Investigative journalist (freelance)
    Equipment: Press pass, CIA ID (stolen), microchip scanner/cloner (stolen)
    Biography:
    Intelligent, articulate, curious and tenacious; Saori was attracted to journalism from a young age. With a flair for languages, she studied Journalism and International Affairs for five years in Montreal and speaks English and French fluently. She returned to Japan and broke a story for a national newspaper busting a ring of “psychics” scamming the elderly with miracle cures for cancer. She also tackled a Chinese gang trafficking North Korean women and running illegal brothels out of massage parlours. Her senior colleague stole the credit for that, so Saori quit and went freelance. Her anonymity worked in her favour as she sought to investigate international stories. She worked in Northern Iraq and Syria, exposing government and IS atrocities, using aliases for bylines to Reuters, the BBC and CNN. This endeared her to the US government – who were looking for international consensus for a regime change – until a change of administration brought a more pro-Russian stance and the decision to leave this region to its fate under Russian influence. Saori was forced to sneak and bluff her way out of trouble several times before reaching Greece.

    Saori was working from Ukraine, following a story across Europe about Russian cyber-agents agitating for a break-up of the EU using disinformation campaigns. She came across a freelance group based in Russia called ПРАВДА (Pravda). She was prevented from learning any more because next, suddenly, she was hit with a lead from the deep south of the USA.

    UFO stories were of course nothing new, and the "serious" press were well aware of the alien sightings industry in the gutter press. Saori had dedicated her life to debunking myths.

    But this lead had come from someone she trusted. Now she is investigating all aspects of this, sensing deeper truths lie behind government announcements...

    She is armed with her international press pass and her wits. She also has a discarded CIA ID she recovered from a warzone in Iraq (with her picture and alias “Sara Nishima” carefully grafted on). She is unsure if the previous owner is dead. These get her past most doors – the clandestine nature of the CIA usefully means no-one, not even other agents, challenge it, though she is aware eventually a red flag will be raised and the Americans may catch up with her. Finally she once “liberated” a small microchip code scanning and cloning device while searching the offices of a criminal gang in Tokyo (before she called the police in). This neatly fits inside the case of a beeper device she carries and she can use it to bust security locks.

    In another life Saori perhaps would have been a spy, and she deploys this arsenal, along with charm when necessary, in her insatiable quest for the truth...
     
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  3. Master Vo'Un'Var

    Master Vo'Un'Var Jedi Master star 4

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    Mar 19, 2017
    GM Note, the game will start in approximately three days
     
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  4. HanSolo29

    HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist star 7 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    Name: Morgan Bennett
    Age: 52
    Nationality: American
    Occupation: Director/Filmmaker
    Equipment: Notepad and pen, iPad, iPhone, various filming gear, including mics, lenses, and a camera
    Biography: Morgan is an American director and filmmaker known for his eccentric personality and rigorous standards. He is widely recognized for his documentary films, most notably Paul is Dead, Spygate, and At Risk, based on conspiracy theories or various topics that some may consider controversial. While this has earned him both critical acclaim and criticism, his resilience has served him well over the years, ensuring that he always captures the perfect shot.

    A native of New York, Morgan made the move out west to Hollywood to attend the University of Southern California for film and TV production. After college, he worked several years at an advertising agency in the Los Angeles area producing commercials until finally achieving his big break as a director and producer for a cable crime drama, Eleventh Hour. The show ran for six seasons and garnered worldwide success. It also brought Morgan a DGA (Director’s Guild of America) Award nomination for his work on the series.

    The conclusion of the show’s run opened up new opportunities for Morgan, allowing him to branch out and pursue independent projects. This started a wider career in documentary filmmaking, but instead of utilizing a conventional approach in terms of his subject matter, he opted to focus on the more controversial aspects of the world and working to uncover various conspiracy theories. It wasn’t that he bought into these beliefs; he was a skeptic and a rationalist looking to expose the truth.

    His first film, Paul is Dead, was a more light-hearted affair that centered around Paul McCartney and the alleged claim that he had died in a car accident in 1966 and was replaced by a lookalike named Billy Shears. The film premiered at the Sundance Film Festival that year and achieved commercial success. It was nominated for both the Grand Jury Prize for Best Documentary Film and the Critic’s Choice Award.

    Other titles in his filmography include At Risk – a pointed study about the consequences of the anti-vaxxer movement; Spygate – an in-depth look debunking the alleged conspiracies surrounding the Obama Administration; Project Cumulus – an examination into the so-called weather and earthquake ‘control projects’ around the world.

    With this body of work under his belt, it was only natural that he would take heed when he received a mysterious email about a small town in Nevada experiencing strange happenings. UFO sightings and extraterrestrial activity had always been at the top of his list in terms of expounding the truth. If he could get inside and present the facts to the rest of the world, he could have a solid hit on his hands.

    And so, with his two assistants – Mark and Duncan, Morgan hopped on a plane from LAX to document the truth in the deserts of Nevada.

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  5. Master Vo'Un'Var

    Master Vo'Un'Var Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 19, 2017
    GM Note: There is still room for one more player, but after that (or after a few updates into the game) the game will be closed indefinitely.
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    The Visitor
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    The lights flashed brightly in the night sky, high above the suffocating ground below. A strobe effect blinding to all burst out over and over, forging a spectacular and unnerving presence high within the heavens. Few were able to witness it, and fewer thought of it as something more than a plane or stars.

    The two pilots sitting in the cockpit of the commercial airplane flicked a few switches, bored of the uneventful flight and growing tired. The captain had not received much sleep, and was behaving rather recklessly, failing to consistently follow protocol.

    A bright flash appeared ahead of them, and the two narrowed their eyes.

    A storm? Not possible in this weather... Then what was it? Another plane? Again, impossible. They would have been notified.

    The Captain stopped dead in his tracks, his face growing pale and his eyes wider, and he slowly tapped his co-pilot on the shoulder, directing their attention ahead of them.

    The two of them let out screams that unnerved each and every one of the passengers on the flight. Fear took control of the passengers, and they all began to shriek in horror as the windows of the plane revealed the impossible.


    Sam's Diner, Nelson, Nevada

    The old mining town, Nelson, sat in the arid landscape of Nevada, empty and quiet. The only open signs of life was an old man sitting on a rocking chair outside of the 50's themed Sam's Diner. The town had a population of 37, with only a few visitors arriving to look around the town year round. It had been abandoned due to danger of flooding, leaving its mines and tunnels open to explore.

    It was here, in Sam's Diner, that they had been called to. An e-mail from someone merely known as "G." They claimed they had information on something huge. Something which would shake the world they knew.

    Of course, a few skeptics could not refuse the urge to dispel this false claim. That is why they had come to this place. To prove that this "G." was insane, and show it to the world.

    There were about six people in the Diner: A waitress, three men belonging to a film crew, a journalist, and one other. A radio was playing in the background, reporting a headline story about a flight that vanished while flying over Nevada.

    A man with a short stubble and messy black hair sat at a booth in the corner, a coffee in hand with bacon and eggs in front of him, with a few slices of toast neatly stacked on a plate beside his breakfast. He was keeping an eye out for those whom would catch his eye.

    Of the people he watched, two caught his attention. The first was Morgan Bennett, a director and filmmaker that the man had seen a few documentaries by. The second was Saori Nishimura, a freelance journalist that the man was familiar with. A colleague of Nishimura had forwarded her the email from "G.", before disappearing from existence completely.

    The man cleared his throat and signaled the two towards him, motioning them to the direction of the seats in front of him. Finally, perhaps, the world would see what is going on in this place. The truth could be uncovered once and for all.

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  6. Kurisan

    Kurisan Jedi Master star 3

    Registered:
    Apr 26, 2016
    Saori Nishimura
    Sam's diner, Nelson, Nevada

    The bell above the door tinkled as Saori entered Sam’s Diner, but there was no rush to greet the new customer. The bored waitress carried on reading her magazine. It was as sleepy as the rest of Nelson, Nevada.

    Still, Saori felt it was a moment of import; to finally arrive at the destination for which she had set out from the other side of the world. When she had first received the forwarded email from Dennis Brousseau, editor of the Globe and Mail, she had thought it was spam, or a scam. But it had been nice to hear from her old boss, the man who had given her first real newspaper job.

    Dennis had picked Saori up after a disastrous internship at the ABC-7 news channel in LA, when she was down and very close to quitting the business altogether. He had nurtured and guided her, and she owed him her success. He had given her the confidence to keep at it, and helped her get her job at Yomiuri Shimbun. Dennis was a straight arrow, old school – always quote the source, verify, and never print without proof. So, the vague allusions to alien sightings in the Deep South USA were out of character, obviously some kind of joke.

    She had called him to have a laugh about it, perhaps see when their paths might next cross somewhere in the world, and had been shocked when the G&M staff had told her he had suddenly disappeared. Her disquiet had deepened when she had checked her work-phone mailbox at Yomiuri and listened to a hasty message from Dennis. “I’m sorry I can’t explain, Saori; just get to Sam’s Diner, Nelson, Nevada. Trust me on this.

    Dennis had taken a chance on her when she really needed it. And now he was missing, possibly… Well, she did not want to think about that. She owed him an investigation.

    And, somewhere deep down, she was stimulated by the feeling there was a story to be had here. So she had taken the next flight out of Tokyo…

    ... and ended up here in her little Honda rental. Nelson proved to be just as desolate as expected. The nearest motel she could find was ten miles down the freeway. One could drive through Nevada a hundred times and go right past it without noticing it. An old mining town, the prospectors had come, ripped open the earth, sucked the seam dry, then moved on to Texas, leaving a dead town behind.

    Dressed in her usual business attire, Saori had drawn looks from the few residents that had laid eyes upon her. She was very obviously from outta town.

    The diner was almost empty, but for… oh, was that Morgan Bennett? Saori had never met him, but knew of his work. He was serious and respected – Saori shared his passion for debunking myths. It was inconceivable that he would be here except for the very same story. He would probably be unknown in this backwater, but to Saori he was a Hollywood star and she suddenly felt shy as a schoolgirl.

    Then a man with messy black hair cleared his throat to catch her attention. He was in a booth in a corner, with a breakfast before him. He motioned her to join him and… yes, Morgan and his crew, too!

    Was this the mysterious “G” from the email?

    She took a deep breath and approached the man in the booth. She said, “Excuse me, I’m Saori. I’m here because of an email sent to Dennis Brousseau. Do you… know anything about that?”

     
  7. HanSolo29

    HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist star 7 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

    Registered:
    Apr 13, 2001
    IC: Morgan Bennett
    Sam’s Diner, Nelson, Nevada

    “Do you think it’s a bust?” the young production assistant murmured with obvious impatience, a boom mic perched precariously between his legs as he reclined back on his barstool. “It’s been over an hour.”

    Beside him was a bearded man with straggly blond hair and thin glasses, a film camera nestled on the floor at his feet. While he refrained from contributing to the conversation, his eyes reflected his partner’s sentiments.

    Morgan Bennett regarded them both in silence before removing his baseball cap and running a hand through his hair with an exasperated sigh. He was too irate to take a seat, so he stubbornly stood with his elbows resting against the front counter. Even the cup of coffee he had ordered remained untouched, a rarity for him this early in the morning. But he couldn’t allow himself to relax until he saw results, and so far, that goal was proving elusive.

    And in his line of work, as a documentary filmmaker who had made it big on the Hollywood scene, that was never acceptable.

    “I don’t know, Mark,” he finally grumbled under his breath, his fingers still needling through his hair. “Frank wouldn’t tell me anything about our contact, what their story is, or if there is even a point. Just some cryptic email and a time and place to meet. It was a goddamned gamble.”

    Of course, Frank was his producer back in LA, and the email was the bizarre memo he had received a few weeks ago that had set these strange events into motion. It spoke of legends and unexplained happenings centered around a small mining town in rural Nevada. While it wasn’t explicit in the details, it had been fairly easy to draw a correlation between the odd occurrences and the possible existence of UFOs and other extraterrestrial phenomena.

    That had been enough to attract Morgan’s attention; it was an opportunity to refute another commonly accepted conspiracy.

    However, he had remained wary about the source of the email itself – the mysterious entity known as “G”. He hadn’t been thrilled about traveling hundreds of miles to meet a nameless contact, particularly someone of his stature. And yet, the lure of exposing such an immense mystery had been too great to ignore.

    After reviewing his options with Frank over an expensive dinner, Morgan had ultimately decided to accept the offer. Along with his two-man crew – his personal assistant and tech guy, Mark, and cameraman, Duncan – he had set out to uncover the truth.

    But now, as he sat waiting in a grungy dinner in the middle of a desolate wasteland, he was beginning to regret that decision. His patience was wearing thin.

    “We’ll give it a few more minutes, and then we’re out of here,” Morgan stated as he replaced the cap on his head and rolled up his sleeve to idly checked his watch. “There’s no excuse for this.”

    As if on cue, the bell above the door jingled to announce a new arrival, an uncommon occurrence for a small town on the edge of society. Narrowing his eyes, Morgan pushed himself up to his full height and scrutinized the figure standing in the doorway, her lithe frame silhouetted against the glaring sun. It was only after the young woman started to make her way down the central aisle that he noted she was of Asian descent and dressed in smart business attire.

    She definitely wasn’t one of the locals. Very curious.

    Their gazes met briefly as she passed, her eyes holding that startled spark of recognition at seeing his face. But before things could escalate further, a man with messy black hair intervened by waving at them. He was sitting alone in a corner booth, inconspicuously enjoying his breakfast. No wonder Morgan hadn’t noticed him before.

    Perhaps more intriguing was the conversation the newcomer – Saori, if he had heard her name correctly, had initiated with the man. She made reference to an email, not too dissimilar from his own. That was all the introduction he needed.

    Waving over his shoulder for Duncan and Mark to follow, Morgan approached the booth with purpose. “I sure as hell hope you know something about all this,” he interjected in a terse baritone. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting here? Nearly two hours! That’s not acceptable. You can’t afford to waste my time, so whatever this is–” He scoffed and glanced back at the camera. “It had better be so good.”

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  8. Master Vo'Un'Var

    Master Vo'Un'Var Jedi Master star 4

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    Sam's Diner, Nelson, Nevada

    The man stood before the two of them, clearing his throat and dusting crumbs off his trousers.

    "Brousseau, eh? Yeah, sounds about right..." He mumbled, sniffing slightly and turning away from Saori to Morgan. "Listen, Bennett, right? I've seen some of your movie things... This is worth your time. In fact, you woulda happily waited five hours when you get your hands on this." He said with a grin, before motioning to the seats in front of him and sitting down.

    "Let me ask you a question, both of ya. A plane crashes in the middle of the Nevada desert, and the government swoops in and creates a thirty mile radius around the crash. What kind of plan crash requires the amount of secrecy that this one did, eh? Don't answer!" He quickly added, leaning forward.

    "There was no plane crash. One of our boys managed to sneak inside their military exclusion zone. They got this big old camp surrounding some sorta crater. A bunch of science-y things. You know what's crazier? The man said the land around this spot was unrecognizable. Completely destroyed."

    The man leaned back, a look of dissatisfaction on his face. "I tried talking to the locals about this. They won't say anything. The group of weirdos who snuck my boy into the zone vanished... One guy almost spilled the beans on something, but quickly stopped himself. None of them trust me. Me and ol' G haven't been taken too kindly here."

    He grabbed his mug of coffee and took a large gulp, before stabbing at his hash browns and continuing. "That's why we need you guys. Newcomers with a clean slate, and pros at this kinda thing. Me and G can't do this alone." he stopped, before stuffing his face with a forkful of hash browns soaked in egg yolk and leaned back lazily.

    "Sho whadya shay?" he asked, tilting his head to one side.

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  9. Kurisan

    Kurisan Jedi Master star 3

    Registered:
    Apr 26, 2016
    Saori Nishimura
    Sam's diner, Nelson, Nevada

    Saori got into the booth and sat down opposite the man - who had not yet given his name, though he was not "G", she noted.

    She listened to his explanation and bit her lip. A crash with an exclusion zone could mean all sorts of things; government testing? A new MOAB, Agent Orange or other chemical weapons, even tactical nukes. It would be no wonder curious civilians might be detained. Why did people always leap to the conclusion it was aliens? She was sure the US government even actively encouraged these rumours, to cover whatever they were up to.

    So, there might be some sort of story. If it were nukes the Yomiuri certainly would be interested. In any case, she owed Dennis to see this through.

    She looked at Bennett and wondered if he felt similarly. Saori had been taken aback at his aggressive intervention into the conversation. She was not a shy person, but still she was surprised sometimes at how brash Americans could be, right at the start of a relationship.

    And, to be truthful, she was slightly starstruck before him. He had that thing some people called gravitas.

    Annoyed with herself, she took a breath to work up the courage to speak. She did have a question for the mysterious man eating his hashbrowns.

    "Has anyone checked out the plane that was supposed to have crashed?"

    A flight carried perhaps 300 people, or more. Every single one of them would have friends and family they said goodbye to, people expecting them at the other end. Hotels booked. Taxis that dropped them off. Pets with neighbours. Baggage handlers, caterers, flight controllers, flight plans, records of fuelling, landings, safety checks on the plane. To make a flight disappear - or conjure up a fake one - would take tens if not hundreds of thousands of connected people, all in on a government conspiracy, and not a single one would breathe a word of it? Impossible.

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  10. Shadowsun

    Shadowsun Jedi Knight star 1

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    Name:
    Charles Sterling
    Age: 43
    Nationality:
    British-American
    Occupation:
    Climate Scientist
    Equipment:
    Notepad, research notes, climate observation equipment, iPhone
    Biography:
    Charles Sterling is a prominent climate scientist dedicated to the pursuit of the truth. Born in London he has pulled himself up from nothing to one of the foremost researchers of weather patterns in the world. He has been recently largely ostracized from the scientific community for his recent series of papers regarding unusual weather patterns in the deserts of Nevada.

    Graduating from Oxford with a master’s in Earth Sciences he immigrated to the US where he made groundbreaking research in the observation of weather patterns along the eastern seaboard, allowing for far more efficient travel of commercial and military aircraft.

    This research culminated in his PhD thesis and his fellowship at MIT, where he teaches as a professor. Recently, however, he has been become more of an outcast among his peers. Ridiculed for a recent paper where he inquired about weather patterns in the Nevada desert, He seeks to understand the true nature of what is happening there, hoping to find a scientific explanation.

    When he received the mysterious email from an unknown ‘G’ he was at first skeptical, deleting the email thinking it was spam. However he could not push it out of his mind and ultimately decided if he was going to get to the bottom of what was going on it was well worth the trip.