Rookie Eyes

I think the characters that Stev plays, specifically Khazi and Baqazu, are engaging, fun, and interesting. She goes out of her way to interact with other players consistently from what I've seen, makes characters that manage to still seem like real people while still showing their flaws, and I think she's capable of continuing that with Vaurcae. I also enjoyed the style she chose for Run's backstory. +1 from me.

So if I am understanding correctly the point of this thread is to loosen the often unenforced regulation that security members must be fully in uniform at all times. If that's correct then I agree - security members shouldn't be required to be fully in uniform because I think it stifles player creativity for almost no actual gain ICly. In the case of players taking advantage of command leniency the punishment ICly should only fall on the character rather than the department as a whole. I agree with the people saying that within reason characters should be allowed some leniency with their clothing so long as they are identifiable as an officer at a glance, and are dressed in a way that still allows them to perform their job duties.

I've interacted with Shinnan the most ICly so all I can comment is that Nol's RP does make her characters stand out in a positive way. The bar usually seems more populated with them around, and there was a very recent round where they had to step in to help in medical as Shinnan. I think they did a good job of keeping as many people in the round as possible without abusing meta knowledge from their other characters. It's a +1 from me.

JayJay's characters have been a great presence on the ship for myself, and many others. They have a good grasp of several mechanics across multiple departments, and have expressed a genuine interest in synthetics, and their unique way of experiencing the world several times both IC and OOC. In addition I believe that the concept of a synthetic having to learn how to communicate in a different manner than speech can lead to interesting ways in both the way it interacts, and how it receives information from crew. +1 from me.

I wanted to come and confirm what Omicega had replied in regards to the vamp/cult round that had devolved into in-fighting. I spawned as Evan Oliverson, responded to an IC call where the antags were attacking Mann. Separating IC from OOC Evan placed his trust in Edmund Baker, and Pavlovich to help him take the suspected assailant, Liam Nuemann in for questioning. As soon as the medic, and victim left Evan was stunned, thralled, and given a general order to forget what had happened + consider Baker a close friend. This would include later preventing Leukannan from helping Mike Bisenti as they were being attacked by Edmund Baker. In short: at that point the entirety of security was either thralled, or a vampire. Bisenti did not have control of them because being a thrall prevented that. IC narrative prevented Bisenti from controlling his officers. In addition getting beaten almost to death tends to limit your ability to command anyone. Once Edmund died I ahelped asking what to do since from my understanding Thralls are kind of half-antags that don't really act on their own. From my understanding( which is to say I could be wrong) the ahelp confirmed that while I was still a thrall I was correct that I wasn't expected to begin taking antagonistic actions on my own. We all RP'd as Omicega put it: with no memory of what had happened. During the course of that the AI had declared the entirety of security to be rogue, and the station kind of fell apart. I don't think it was a situation that could be realistically handled by a single person, but he did still go out of his way to direct officers such as ordering Evan to arrest one of the cargo techs despite the fact that Bisenti had every reason not to trust Evan. Lastly: When he attacked Pavlovich they had been one of the thralls that stood by while he was being beaten to death earlier, and they did run up, and try to disarm him which I think may have been a misclick due to intent. In short: Ship rioting, officer's loyalty in question, several officers equally not understanding what's happening, active gunfights popping up everywhere, there is no way anyone is controlling that.

Wanted to add a +1 due to the simple fact that in every round I've been in with Mike Bisenti as HoS they've actually gone out of their way to control, and command, sec beyond the usual stuff (who's going on the intrepid?, I need a volunteer for x, Warden break out the guns, etc.) I think this is much needed especially for players that don't main sec/are new to sec as a whole. A lot of times sec devolves into chaos due to lack of guidance, lack of experience, and inability for whatever reason to get momentum going so having someone actively mitigating that is much appreciated.

Absolutely love Variance, and their interactions with the crew. I've also always enjoyed JayJay's other characters, and I think I'll enjoy whatever they come up with for an AI as well. In addition JayJay has always been helpful OOC with sharing what they know of how the game works. In short: Interesting characters, wide experience in multiple roles, and a willingness to help players get acquainted gets a +1 from me.

I've been playing my lab assistant a few rounds where Kuschnir showed up. He really knows his stuff, engages everyone in IC, and doesn't mind showing you both how to do something, and the most efficient way to do it. +1

I've been in the same round with Zhao a few times. She really knows her stuff, and PsychoticCone does make a genuine effort to help newer players both IC and OOC. I do recall they're explained a few things to me LOOC as I try to learn how to play. I'll add a +1.

Cid tossed, and turned, in his bed for the fourth restless night in a row. The worry which was keeping him awake in turn made him worried about lack of sleep, and that had quickly turned into a frustrating cycle of mild insomnia. He irritably checked the time on his PDA next to his bed: It would be four hours before he had to get up for next shift, and it had been five hours since he had laid down. With a defeated sigh he again closed his eyes, and allowed his mind to wander, but he could only find further morbidities that brought him back to the present. //The story below might offend some people. I've spoilered it out. It involves a cruelty done to a frog. No that's not a joke. If that doesn't bother you then read on.// The lesson had not stuck. Now back in his bed it seemed history had repeated itself in a different way. Except this time it was people, and they could scream. An old folk tune joined his thoughts. An appropriate tune for grim realities. Cold blows the wind, O'er my true love; Cold blows the drivin' rain. I ne'er had, but one true love; in the greenwood they are lain They had screamed, pleaded, fought, bargained, and no one had stopped - question answered. Again he had played the part of the morbid observer rather than doing anything. I'll do as much for my true love, as any lover may; I'll weep and mourn upon their grave for twelve month and a day What could he have done? Asked them to stop? Try to take on not just three trained, armed individuals, but also the rest of the team that he had worked alongside? Suicide. Someone else had tried. They were lucky with the punishment they got. When twelve month and a day had passed a voice rang from the deep; Who is this who mourns for me, and will not let me sleep? He was told that they were terrorists, but it was honestly hard to tell. He was shaking again. He focused on his breathing, and willed it to stop. He could manage to get the shaking down to just a feeling of cold tension now. No one had noticed so far, or at least no one had said anything. Tis I, Tis I, O my true love. A kiss is what I crave. Give me a kiss from thy sweet lips, and I'll go from thy grave. Part of him still wanted to run. Just leave back for Ashton, and forget the whole thing had ever happened. The mere thought left him disgusted. Even worse that he'd foolishly agreed to try to do something to make this right - as right as it could be. My lips are as cold as the earthen clay, my breath is sulfur strong. Were you to kiss these rotting lips your days would not be long. He would bring the issue to light, and maybe there would be several people like him just waiting to see that they weren't the only ones who thought what had happened was wrong. Either that, or he'd find himself alone. My days be long, or short, my love - tomorrow or today; Let me have what I request, and the gods take what they may; If that happened he'd likely just be next on the chopping block. They had done it to those three, what's one more? Worse still he was far from a leader - even if they agreed would anyone even answer, much less help? So what he would need first was someone who could make up for that. An orator who could articulate the issue well enough, or a wordsmith. O don't you see the flowers, my love, where we were wont to stray? The finest flowers that e'er did grow are withered on this day; Aye, withered to the stalk, my love, so too must you and I; For the dearest of friends on Earth may part so too must you and I. //I'm open to any comments, or constructive criticisms. Thank you for reading.//