Redoubtable Downtown Space Abbey - Call for Players

  1. What is your name?

Robespierre Finnegan, bastard offspring of his grace, 8th Duke of Forboddenshire and my dear, beloved mère, Pombagira Finnegan.

  1. Please indicate your species by checking the appropriate box below:
    [ ] Space Human
    [ ] Space Lizard
    [ ] Space Moose
    [ ] Space Lobster
    [X] Other, please specify in detail

Space Orisha but I appear as a human, usually. I only ever inhabit the bodies of those who call upon me, you will have my word on that as a gentlecreature, scholar and a space pagan.

  1. Please indicate the institution from which you received your most recent education:
    [ ] Benjamin Wheatly’s Mercantile Concern
    [ ] Major Harbinger’s Reform School
    [ ] Excelsior Hall, School of Rhetoric and Oratory
    [ ] Weatherby University, creating fine scholars since 2188
    [ ] Madam Scallopini’s Finishing School for Young Sentients
    [X] Other, please specify in excruciating detail

Herr Doktor Professor Doktor Herr Hegel’s Gymnasium for the Preferment of Young Minds

I confess I do not regret that I was expelled from this exclusive seat of privileged indolence, purportedly for misconduct of a prevaricative nature. In my defense, how was I to ascertain that such behavior was frowned upon by the begowned masters at the head when they themselves partook so freely of this vice themselves? I rather suspect though, that my banishment was in truth on account of my exhuberant, and yes, sometimes furious, ejaculations of negative dialectics in the faces of my fellow scholars and the backs of our erstwhile preceptors.

It was much to my relief, that with the necessary immediacy I was thereafter accepted mid term by the august school, Collège Mademoiselle Lenormand, where I was able to finish my studies and exorcise the geist of those ghastly Teutons from my previous school.

  1. Please record the name of your family estate:

Chateau Comme il Faut. Sadly, the hospitality of the Chateau has been withdrawn from me owing to certain unfortunate misapphrensions on the part of the priggish dullards resident there.

  1. [Optional bonus] Please attach a picture or draw a replica of your family coat of arms:

I proudly show the seal of my good mother, as I choose to append her name to mine, instead of that most tedious peer who sired me.

  1. [Optional advanced challenge] Please record the name and species of any Citizen-Pretender wards in your care:

Wards? Thank you kind sir. Your deft humour has elevated the day’s mood quite.

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1. What is your name?

	Lady Jane

2. Please indicate your species by checking the appropriate box 
   below:
  [X] Space Human
  [ ] Space Lizard
  [ ] Space Moose
  [ ] Space Lobster
  [ ] Other, please specify in detail _______________

3. Please indicate the institution from which you received your 
   most recent education:
  [ ] Benjamin Wheatly's Mercantile Concern
  [ ] Major Harbinger's Reform School
  [ ] Excelsior Hall, School of Rhetoric and Oratory
  [ ] Weatherby University, creating fine scholars since 2188
  [X] Madam Scallopini's Finishing School for Young Sentients
  [ ] Other, please specify in excruciating detail ______________

4. Please record the name of your family estate:

	Thunder Down

5. [Optional bonus] Please attach a picture or draw a replica 
    of your family coat of arms:

6. [Optional advanced challenge] Please record the name and 
   species of any Citizen-Pretender wards in your care:

I cannot be quite so far imposed on!

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Dr. Heinz Franksenketchup

Castle Ponsfleischmann

I must remember to take more care against cross-contamination when attempting bio-sartorial engineering.

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I feel the cold fusing. By any chance, would your family be holding substantial palladium reserves? I have a cousin who is helping an entity that needs to secure and discreet source

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Transmutation of metals is one of my many areas of expertise. I am currently able to turn gold into palladium at a ratio of 4 and 16/17ths to 1. I am quite certain I could improve this yield with a small investment of capital. If your particular friend were interested, I could have some papers sent around, say, tomorrow afternoon?

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bzort-fping!

"Gree-tings! Gree-tings and salutations!

Mr. Farnsworth (@Wisconsin_Platt)
Mr. Sylvain (@MalevolentPixy)
Mr. Piker (@fintastic)
Mr. Finnegan (@Heraclito)
Lady Jane (@penguinchris)
Dr. Franksenketchup (@old)

As a duly appointed representative of the Harcourt Historical Society, it is my distinct pleasure to inform you that you have been approved for inclusion in the first edition of Harcourt’s Handbook to the Titled, Landed, and Official Classes of the Weatherby System."

bing! pip!

“I am further pleased to inform you that the membership has completed a second round of voting and each of you have been elected to Leviathan’s as a full member."

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz cough ahem

"I invite each you to pay a visit to the club at your earliest convenience. Assuming you have not already done so, naturally.”

zot

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Harcourts? That really is for Tyros, Noveaus, and Provincials. We all know the tome that matters:

Still, one could do worse than Harcourts. We must all start somewhere.

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Grandma didn’t send me with a copy of our most illustrious coat of arms but I’ll write to her and see if she can send you one.

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“Lieutenant, you’re eventually going to pay for that.”

“Do be silent, sir, until we get to our quarters! I don’t mean to be impertinent, you know it’s not my nature, but you also know what the stakes are! If we get caught…”

“We shan’t. I was born to play this part.”

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bzeeeerpf

“Glad! Tidings! To you!”

Ms. Farnsworth (@hadley)
Ms. Honeyvenom (@Donald_Petersen)

“As a duly appointed rrrrrepresentative of the Harcourt Historical Society, it is my instinct pleasure to inform you that you have been approved for inclusion in the first edition of Harcourt’s Handbook to the Titled, Landed, and Official Classes of the Weatherby System.”

porp! fwing!

“I am further pleased to inform you that the membership has completed a thirrrrrd round of voting and both of you have, naturally, also been elected to Leviathan’s as full members."

zing! bip

"I invite each you to pay a visit to the club at your earliest convenience.”

drzt

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[High in orbit around Weatherby, a communications satellite continues to broadcast messages of invitation to potential listeners anywhere in the galaxy.]

Message start.

boop boop - @Glutnix - boop beep - @DreamboatSkanky - beep bip - @miasm - bip boop - @Nightflyer - boop boop - @eve - boop beep - @strokeybeard - beep bip - @manwich - bip boop - @ChickieD - boop boop

Receipt of this message is informational and does not constitute an obligation. Message repeats.

[Beholden to the laws of physics, the lonely satellite continues its electromagnetic announcement to the stars.]

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  1. What is your name?

[A pleasing hum fills your head with noise; you feel content and full]

  1. Please indicate your species by checking the appropriate box below:
    [ ] Space Human
    [ ] Space Lizard
    [ ] Space Moose
    [ ] Space Lobster
    [ ] Other, please specify in detail ________________________________

[You realize choice is an illusion; each is all]

  1. Please indicate the institution from which you received your most recent education:
    [ ] Benjamin Wheatly’s Mercantile Concern
    [ ] Major Harbinger’s Reform School
    [ ] Excelsior Hall, School of Rhetoric and Oratory
    [ ] Weatherby University, creating fine scholars since 2188
    [ ] Madam Scallopini’s Finishing School for Young Sentients
    [ ] Other, please specify in excruciating detail __________________________

[Your knowledge is not infinite; it will fail you]

  1. Please record the name of your family estate:

[A dissonant chord sends searing pain through your frontal cortex]

  1. [Optional bonus] Please attach a picture or draw a replica of your family coat of arms:

  1. [Optional advanced challenge] Please record the name and species of any Citizen-Pretender wards in your care:

[You are bathed in a cacophony of silence]

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Good people:

I, Robespierre Finnegan, will have to bow out of the competitions due to unforeseen emergencies concerning the viability of my estate and income. You are all on notice though that any intimations that this is an act of cowardice will be considered an attack on my honour and will be dealt with as such.

Yr Obecdient Srvt

RF

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“Cowardice? Sounds more like an act of incipient destitution, am I right, Carsssy?” (snicker)

“Ssskidwish, behave yourself. We mustn’t mock the misfortunes of others.”

“Aw, put a sock in it. Your Ladyship.”

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Aaaakzeee St-Patrick-Hartbrooke III
Hartbrooke Hall, Hartbrooke, Weatherby

February 07, [illegible]

Mr. Robespierre Finnegan
Chateau Comme Il Faut, Weatherby

Dear Mr. Finnegan,

It is with a great disappointment that I read of your absence from our forthcoming endeavour. I had very much wished to test my wit and wisdom against your own, as it is truly only through worthy competition that one will be able to improve their own skills.

Nevertheless, I respect your decision to withdraw from societal extracurriculars. While one who wagers much to win a great prize, only a fool will wager that which they cannot afford to lose. Refusing to make such a wager is not cowardice, it is prudence, a virtue too often absent in this day and age.

If you find yourself the victim of an attack on your honour as a result of your withdrawal, please consider myself at your service in the role of second, if such service should be required.

I hope and pray that your fortunes improve, and that we may meet and find ourselves either allies or honourable adversaries at some future date.

Believe me to be,
Dear Sir,
yours sincerely,

[obscenely elaborate signature]

Aaaakzeee St-Patrick-Hartbrooke III

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oy, that was a tough molt. Anyone seen an unbearably chipper space human – ish with a Falkayn Fetish? He’s supposed to be my ward around this primitive place. or may, I his.

Whatever. I am still feeling and smelling my way around this place.

Wonder what I can eat.

You, perhaps?

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Julius Rothschild Karekin, at your service.

Fantastical Tales surround my family. Allow me to put matters aright. Our story emerges, but does not begin, with my Great-Grandfather Amschel Rothschild Landau and his five sons who, as the foremost post-Falkayn Charybdian proponents of the Polesotechnic League, established outposts across this Fine Galaxy. We are Charybdis’s legitimate financiers…

We are Confessionally Unorthodox. I trust no one here is so base as to hold our Shaper beliefs in poor estimation, including our flexible concept of the self. As we converse, I appear as the young stockbroker I in fact am:

Julius Formal

However the legal structures of Charybdis are thin and arcane. To overcome this dis-orderliness, when one of us needs to execute certain legal maneuvers we perform the geno- and memo- adaptations to become Amschel.

xNathan_Rothschild
even though by many of your conventions Amshcel is “dead.” We invert the construct of “Corporate Personhood” - one actual person is the corporation.

This flexible manner of persona complicates Self-identification. I/We are pan specie/pan gender /pan sexual individuals with a strong group identity. I could properly lay claim to Space Human, Space Lobster, or Space Android. Perhaps we can agree I am a “Space Chimera”?

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We Rothschild-Landau’s value study – of the Shaper scriptures, of the interaction of technology with mercantile opportunity, of the Self. Mr Wheatly certainly runs a respectable commercial concern, but his viewpoints can be a somewhat … parochial. I have recently been spending my quiet hours at Weatherby University.

My family famously claims many fine estates across Charybdis: Schillersdorf Palace, Château de Montvillargenne, Mentmore Towers, Schloss Hinterleiten, to name a few. I prefer Waddesdon Manor when tending to matters Weatherby.

Waddesdon_Manor
The issue of a family crest is subtle. As we are all Amschel Rothschild Landau at certain times, we don’t need a Family Crest to convey unity across generations. Still, we have our follies. My Great-Uncle places great stock in this bauble.

When I asked my Bubbeleh, she suggested I proffer this:

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The Landau side of the Rothschild-Landaus hew close to their Space Lobster affect. Some take this to extreme, cloning many offspring which they spread throughout the galaxy under the rubric “Darwinian Parenting.”

That is how I came to be have my ward, “Eighth.” “Eighth” is so young – only about a dozen molts thus far – that I am unsure of the sex, let alone gender or sexuality of this individual. Let us agree to call “Eighth” a “him” until “he” has the opportunity to work this out for “himself.” Eighth is exceptionally bright, even by Space Lobster standards. Eighth is also exceptionally amoral, even by Space Lobster standards.

My Aunt Marie-Helene calls him “petit Landau,” but that may just be her fondness for all things French.

Eighth is still learning etiquette, protocol, and how to use his eyes to experience the world before engaging his tentacles and chemosensors. He will grab anything, and eat anything, like the teenager he is.

My understanding is that he arrived on Weatherby before me – has anyone seen him?

blue lobster

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1. What is your name?

Jean-Rhys Witherspoon Wilhelmina Winnifred Rodchaser née Westingham, widowed.

However, despite my recent marriage, I will continue to use my family name, at the very least until certain irregularities with the late Lord Rodchaser’s estate are sorted out by the probate courts. A frightfully boring business, that, of which the less said, the better, even though my solicitors have advised me that there is no cause for concern.

2. Please indicate your species by checking the appropriate box below:
  [x] Space Human*
  [ ] Space Lizard
  [ ] Space Moose
  [ ] Space Lobster
  [ ] Other, please specify in detail ________________________________

Although I was born a full-blooded Space Human, I am not quite, at present, a full-bodied one, and must amend that designation with certain caveats concerning the cybernetic nature of my current corporeal form.

Owing to a series of unfortunate incidents culminating in an, ahem, conflagration, the details of which are unimportant, the greater part of my biological body – indeed, all save the head – has been replaced with this ingeniously fashioned mechanical one, which both sustains my remaining life functions and conveys my head from place to place. The ambulatory portion of my body is quite interchangeable, which is why the portrait in my Weatherby Passport Folio [see attached] contains no detail from the neck down.

One must not doubt that my current situation is temporary, a mere way station until my clone body is fully grown. Even so, I am finding that there are some definite, if unexpected, advantages to having a mechanical body, as I’m sure you, my good Robo-scrivener, already know quite well. [Jean-Rhys winks broadly]. A nod’s as good as a wink to a blind bat, know what I mean?

In addition to the obvious benefits of the infinitely adjustable controls used to regulate my brain chemistry, I’m finding that I quite enjoy the gait of this particular eight-legged harness, and the double-jointed grasping appendages are simply unparalleled in their reach and utility. The things that may be accomplished with modern sciences are a marvel, truly.

3. Please indicate the institution from which you received your most recent education:
  [ ] Benjamin Wheatly's Mercantile Concern
  [ ] Major Harbinger's Reform School
  [ ] Excelsior Hall, School of Rhetoric and Oratory
  [x] Weatherby University, creating fine scholars since 2188
  [ ] Madam Scallopini's Finishing School for Young Sentients
  [ ] Other, please specify in excruciating detail __________________________

Although I have some fond memories of my time in the boarding halls of Madam Scallopini’s (and less fine recollections of my brief sojourn at Major Harbinger’s), my parents and the relevant authorities eventually relented and I was finally allowed to matriculate to the hallowed halls of Weatherby U. I learned so much there that would serve me well later in life.

4. Please record the name of your family estate:

Coulibri Island, in the far southern reaches of the Sargasso Sea.

5. [Optional bonus] Please attach a picture or draw a replica of your family coat of arms:

6. [Optional advanced challenge] Please record the name and species of any Citizen-Pretender wards in your care:

I had a talking goldfish, once, as a wee child back on Britannia Prime, but I have not been blessed with such responsibility since my family emigrated to the colonies.

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