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capemods ([personal profile] capemods) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2013-04-21 09:25 pm

THE GOTTALA XES THER

WHO: ImPorts.
WHERE: Gottala Xes Ther of TíraFórsae.
WHEN: April 21st 2013 noon to April 25th 11:59 PM.
WARNINGS: Possible violence, gore. Possible invasion of privacy.
SUMMARY: Off-world adventure on EARTH KLADSUO834LKSFDLKJ8718=LAJD
FORMAT: Whatever.



[It translates roughly into the "storm lover", something you might pick up on if you're exposed to lower cant. And that's a fairly accurate description of this Gottala: the Xes Ther is smaller and swifter than your average city-ship, keeping never more than 374 individuals aboard. Its housing is clean but minimalistic, its gardens have no decorative value: only essential nutrients are grown. There is a heavier reliance on fishing upon this Gottala, and no sight of field-fed livestock that is common on others. No beef, no poultry, no pork.

Just fish.

And sprawls of laboratories.

Laboratories that connect like honeycombs: they octagon sprawl into each other, forming larger segments of the same structure. And in these labs? Storms are made. Or, more precisely: the effects of weather patterns are mimicked and induced. Xes Ther is a craftsman city-ship, and all of its members contribute to creating, controlling and selling weather-born energy.
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incywincyhero: (spidey: this is my thinky face)

[personal profile] incywincyhero 2013-05-04 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Bet that's come in pretty handy, these past few days." Spidey's tone was admiring, but casual. Some imPorts might be startled by the range of powers their fellows display, but he wasn't one of them.

Spidey let the Tirisean lead the way into a room, then shut the door and looked around. "Sounds good enough for me. We should find a way to arm you two -- hopefully that one ape-thing I stopped was just a straggler, but we need to be prepared."
hackeralastair: (nineteen and gorgeous)

[personal profile] hackeralastair 2013-05-05 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, it's about the only thing saving my ass right about now," Alastair sighed. Being able to communicate was more valuable than even he expected, for the last few days he had come to no longer take his otherwise useless power for granted.

The Tirisean seemed to want to say a few words of praise and thanks to his rescuers, but Alastair held up a hand to get him to shut up while he dealt with the matter at hand. "What do you mean, arm us? I don't do weapons. No, nu-uh."