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1. Name: Pack Rat
   
   2. Name: Warhead
   Catchphrase: "Stand back and watch this!"
   
   3. Name: Immaculate
   Catchphrase: "All I ask for is total perfection."
   Blurb: Former jewel-thief and current super jewel-thief, Crystal Permata demands the best that money can't buy. And with her ability to see the flaws in anything, whether jewel, plan, or 24-inch solid steel vault door, she knows how to get it. Just do as she says, and don't ask her how she got that sapphire in her forehead.
   
   -Phobos
   
   

You'd be amazed how much information she can access through her wristband computer. And her phone, obviously - this is the 21st century, after all!

hS

1. Name: Warhead
   
   2. Name: Immaculate
   Catchphrase: "All I ask for is total perfection."
   
   3: Name: The Starlight Sentinel
   Catchphrase: "May the Zodiacal Light shine upon me!"
   Blurb: The Starlight Sentinel is a being of pure light, a cosmonaut thousands of years old. Awakened from their slumber at the heart of a supernova, the Starlight Sentinel now traverses the galaxy as an overseer, a guardian, and sometimes a vengeful god. Now, they have come to Earth and have been content with watching over the tiny humans that call the planet home, but it won't be long before they leave for the far reaches of the universe once more.

Just wanted to say, I would read the hell out of that. Very cool.

-Phobos

1. Name: Immaculate
   
   2. Name: The Starlight Sentinel
   Catchphrase: "May the Zodiacal Light shine upon me!"
   
   3. Name: Graft
   Catchphrase: "You won't get anywhere without hard work..."
   Blurb: Olive Lin is the very definition of a self-made woman. After the tragic accident in which she lost both her legs and her wife, she turned her engineering skill to building the most advanced prosthetics imaginable. And once she'd started, she saw no reason to stop... With over 70% of her body replaced by machines, Graft is able to leap small mountains in a single rocket-propelled bound. She has devoted her life to helping those who can't help themselves - but has very little patience for those who could help themselves, but choose not to.
   
   hS

And thank god I had previously-recorded stuff to use, too, because guess who developed a sore throat overnight? >.>

Like I said, I'm happy being put in anyone's role, but Milano and Annabelle are the ones I'm eyeballing.

I'm excited to see how this goes! Are you planning on compiling a lyrics doc? Because I've only been able to find the broken-up versions in the musical stories.

1: Name: The Starlight Sentinel

2: Name: Graft
Catchphrase: "You won't get anywhere without hard work..."

3: Name: The Thought Police
Catchphrase: "Not even the mind is safe."
Blurb: Aleister Charles Magnusson: small-time science fiction author, somewhat larger-time interdimensional protector. The Earth we know is but a fraction of the true whole, and beings of terrible power and inscrutable purpose seek to take what is the rightful property of mankind: our minds, our personalities, our very souls. Ali's ability to draw upon the power of multiple planar versions of himself are almost unique in the annals of history, and now he fights alongside a ragtag bunch of misfits to protect mankind from infohazards, deadly cults, and beings from beyond the limits of imagination. Not even your mind is safe.

Welcome to the Thought Police.

It's probably going to just be the soundtrack- an 'Original Cast Recording', if you will- I felt that the narrative bits might be a bit hard to do in full.

I think it's possible to buy some of those instrumentals off iTunes- I've got a $50 gift card that's not going to get any use otherwise, heh.

I want in I want in!

... wait, there's only one male part in the entire thing. Ah, old-school PPC, you make my heart smile... :)

Anyway, I can probably put together an audition for Zit (haha), though I figure there'll be pretty intense competition... I'm happy to just be in the Chorus, though. :)

(By the by, are you just planning a soundtrack CD, or are you doing the narrative portions as well?)

I may be able to dredge up some instrumentals for the Wicked/Les Mis songs, if I can manage to strip the vocals out... it's theoretically possible, but depends on the song. Ve zhall zee.

(And Ek'y has been gone from the PPC for a long time, sad to say.)

hS

I don't have a particularly good voice, but I think I'll send an audition in, and if I don't get a part (or if I do and you still need help) I'm willing to be part of the Agent Ensemble. Also I have a small (small) amount of skill on the ocarina, should you need something that sounds disappointingly like a recorder.

Seriously though, Kitty, thanks for putting this all together! I'm looking forward to hearing the finished production!

-Alleb

From translating to German, "wistful" and "wishful" appear to be almost synonyms; but then, from translating back to English, only "wistful" is associated with melancholy and nostalgia and synonymous to "lugubrious", while "wishful" is synonymous to "yearning", "longing" and – well – "wistful".

Hey, you made me look it up, and I learned something.

HG

Good evening (or morning, as the case may be!) to all of you, and I hope you're having a great whatever-time-of-the-day-it-is wherever you are, 'cause I'm here to ruin everything. I brought this up on the Discord server earlier, and a lot of people seemed to like the concept, so I put a bunch of stuff together, and now here I am.

So, I don't know if any of you have heard of and/or read PPC: The Musical by Ekwy Fields (a member of the PPC who doesn't seem to be around anymore). It's a pretty fun read with a cool plot that centers around Agents and Sues alike being influenced by a force that causes them to burst out into song, Once More With Feeling style. It was one of the first PPC stories I ever read, and it was kind of surprising when I went back to reread it out of nostalgia, and I realized that it was first published in 2005- well over a decade ago! Like, wow. It's been around for a while.

The concept is as follows. Anybody who wants to lend their voice to a wacky, fun musical about Mary Sues, true love, and the questions of allegiances- and I mean literally anyone that might be vaguely interested, you are in luck. I wrote up the full pitch for this, as well as logistics, character information, and song listings on this document right over here. Please go and check it out and audition and all that cool stuff.

I am notoriously awful at writing posts, so as soon as I press 'post message', I will probably instantly remember a million things that I forgot to include here. But for now, I think that's about it. Again, check out that doc, and feel free to ask any questions you might have!

-Kitty

I love all the little details in the cog and the coat, and the way it's broken on the side. Also the mask is perfect. This is so cool! :D Love the last name, as well.

-Alleb

"Even if we wouldn't be technically dead, I want to avoid being murdered, and the best way to keep oneself safe is to have all the facts." She nodded to herself; yes, that had sounded nearly as good out loud as it had in her head. She finished off the rest of her ice cream and left the bowl and spoon in what appeared to be the proper receptacles. "C'mon, Fee--Mister Turkey, there's something strange happening. Let's go poke it with a stick." With that, she set off back towards Cal's corpse, filled with determination and several more Doctor Who references.

Mesmeric criminal overlord with a steampunk falcon theme? Yep, I'll take that!

hS

Lee- The Crimson Woman had just suggested they abandon ice cream to go look at a corpse. He looked at her like she had said something mad (because she had said something mad.)

'Iiiif you want to?' Mister Turkey said, draining the rest of his hot chocolate, considering grabbing more for the journey.

"There's always room on the gallows for more to swing..."

It's right next to his ear, he can feel someone there - no, no, that isn't right. There's nobody.

Nobody at all.

...

"Ahaha." Ow. Okay, trying to go corporeal is still a bad idea. Sufferer on a two-wheel device that hurt.

((Note: I am, in fact, not there by now.))

They can, however, determine that there is not nearly enough stuff on it for the dead Hostess to have put up much of a struggle. So there's another point in the "she was already dead" category.

"Someone's rearranging the parts in the other room, or worse," the Musician said. "I don't like what that could mean..."

"And, really," she continued. "If you can't magically wave a problem away, keeping yourself from being a victim of it is a good move. That could have been a lot worse, if more of us had been caught by it."

If that's how the large battles must be portrayed then it's fine to do so. Unfortunately, since i am not well versed in Mount and Blade, I won't be able to help much in terms of the larger scaled battles. However, if you need any help with the smaller fights feel free to ask.

Sapphire took The Musician's hand to land smoothly and blushed at the compliment. "I... I... Thank you, Miss Musician. Your costume is lovely as well; I mean it." They looked at her bashfully. "You really don't think I was being cowardly?"

Suddenly, a feeling of... wrongness trickled down Sapphire's neck. A feeling of being disturbed. Watched. A cold feeling, like a tiny sliver of ice lodged in their spine.

They turned to The Musician with eyes wide behind their mask. "Did you feel that? That horrible... foreboding? I... I could've sworn I felt a pair of eyes on me. Not friendly ones."

Just as Rod reached the top of the banister with the rest of his group, he stopped as a twisting feeling of foreboding shot up and down his spine. He whipped around and glanced over every corner of the room he could see, checking for anything that seemed . . . changed. The chill settled around his heart.

Something was wrong. Something dangerous. Room for one more, honey. Rod shook the thought away. That was just some line he remembered from an old TV show . . . wasn't it?

They weren't sure there was anything there they hadn't seen before, but then again, they hadn't looked all that closely. On the way there, they felt a shiver run down their spine, as if... something had happened, or someone was watching them. They looked around, but couldn't see anyone. It was probably the Hostess, doing what she did. Again.