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Post by mintymintyminty on Apr 25, 2015 10:22:23 GMT -8
Located in the north moth part of the HQ, at the edge of the explored and unexplored. There is room made out of handcrafted wood. It looks like what one would call an "Explorers Club". Inside are findings from all corners of the living world, oddities and curiosities along with travel and adventuring supplies that would last a traveler till the next century. Lining the walls are rolled maps stacked on top of each other in bookshelves, flat maps framed, open maps- tacked on to walls- and have been scribbled on, commented on, debated over endlessly. The ceiling is domed and on it, the heavens and the stars are charted in meticulous detail. The pathfinder room has wooden tables for socializing and desks for working on. In the middle, a beautiful giant working globe stand over 10 feet tall. It glows softly with a internal light, the blue of its oceans made of vibrate lapis lazuli and blue glass which seem to endlessly swirl, the icecaps in mother of pearl, the land made of emerald and mixed gemstones. Your Co-Workers as of 2/25 Are: |
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Post by pinecone on Jun 1, 2015 6:19:20 GMT -8
The room of the Explorers Club was a personal favorite place for Felix to spend his time, whether it was for work or for his own personal enjoyment as it was filled with maps and geographic resources unlike anything that existed in the living world. Even though it had been over eighty years since his passing, Felix knew he had still only scratched the surface of what was available to him here, especially as new maps and findings were filtering into the room with every expedition made by his fellow cartographers whenever they went out into the world of the living. As an apprentice who had passed on in the 1900's, he was still young and a bit of a novice in comparison to many other apprentices who came before him, having many more centuries of experience of exploration than what he had.
Felix went to the bookshelves to browse for maps the Himalayan nation of Bhutan, finding pleasure in comparing modern maps and satellite imagery with the maps of old made by the earliest western explorers in history. While the modern maps were more accurate, there was a charm to the hand-drawn maps of old and a sense of excitement that came with knowing these were maps drawn by people who were exploring stepping forth into a territory unknown to them for the first time. Perhaps... there was some amount of wonder that had been taken away with the modern technology of satellite mapping, where everything could be seen, even the places on the vast earth that had never been trekked to by mankind. Computer programs like Google Earth were available to everyone nowadays, allowing people to see the entire world without ever having left their seat, something that Felix found to simultaneously be useful yet tragic in some way.
Attempting to push those thoughts out of his mind, Felix flipped to a modern Bhutanese map, wanting to familiarize himself with the sparsely-populated country in the case of his team having a reap order there sometime in the future. The odds were low he would ever have a mission there, but he wanted to be prepared nonetheless. It was a country with numerous, treacherous roads and a vast wilderness... an easy country to get lost in if one was not ready with the proper state of mind.
((OCC: Hello, I'm new to forum RP but I'd love for Felix to meet some fellow cartographers haaaa ; ; ))
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Post by luckyrabbit on Jul 30, 2015 14:16:15 GMT -8
((OOC: Hi, I am Fuego. New to this forum thing and hoping my character doesn't make everyone into an enemy.))
It was always fun to get back to the room of the pathfinders, though he preferred to call it "the clubhouse", because that's what it looked like to him on the inside - the tree house filled with wonders from everywhere and the maps leading to them. He just wished the room would have a very long staircase leading up to it, a spiral one, because that would have made it even more fun to run in and out of the door with the "Explorers club" sign someone had scribbled and hung up on it aeons ago.
He would as usual run into the room to rush to his favourite spot to sit and do his work. It could practically be considered his desk by now, not because everyone thought he was a sweet little child who should have special privileges, but because under the neatly drawn maps of secret passageways and short cuts which were always up to date, there was a ghastly mess that no one wanted to clean up, or rather; stacks of notes and messy sketches of no one wanted to be responsible for loosing. Vital information hastily scribbled in a terrible handwriting accompanied by cryptic coloured pencil lines. It was another pile of this ungodly rainbow mess he emptied from his bag onto the table surface.
A deep sigh escaped him as he looked at the pile. Off to do the least favourite part of being a pathfinder. Drawing up clean maps of the new rooms he had come across in HQ and those secret passageways he had found in the living world. Silly seniors wanted them all "properly" all the time, "so that the other reapers can read them" they used to say. What a waste of his time. If it was up to him he'd simply refill his bag with fresh supplies and run back out again to discover the rest of everything. Someone else could do the clean-up version....except no one seemed to understand his notes. Slumping down in his chair he set off to sort through his paper mill.
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Post by pinecone on Aug 5, 2015 2:18:14 GMT -8
((OOC: Hello Fuego! Cool to see you here. One of Agu's friends, yeah? xD I recognize your naaaaaame. I'm Zaleho on DA \ o / I hope you don't mind if my soldier dude comes bother your kiddo? :'D))
As Felix continued his analytical studies of Bhutan's geography, he noticed a small boy enter the room and head to his distinctive, messy desk that he had always returned to. Despite having seen the boy many times over the years during visits to the Explorers Club, Felix didn't know much about him, and kept choosing over and over again to avoid the boy as there was something horribly disturbing in his mind about children dying and becoming locked in the fate of becoming an Apprentice. Whenever he saw children in the HQ, his memory would always flash back to the time he had appeared as an Apprentice in front of the son of his childhood friend and a cold chill would run down his spine as a reaction. The stories of Apprentice children were stories he would rather not know as it meant these kids never was able to experience growing up... or the free will of adulthood to choose the 'right path' in life, something he couldn't do in life, either, but at least he understood that.
Every so often, Felix would look up from his study to where the boy sat, feeling mildly distracted by his own thoughts and curiosity. The boy always seemed to have a mess to go through whenever he sorted through his notes... and Felix had seen the sloppy work the boy did on charting maps before. Sloppiness in cartography was a peeve of Felix's because inaccuracies on a map could lead to a reap order's success or failure. A lot rode on the map's proper creation and it was important for all pathfinders and cartographers to understand that.
With some hesitance, Felix decided to leave his maps of Bhutan to approach the boy. Perhaps the boy needed a few pointers and instruction on how to draw brand new, clean maps? Not knowing what the boy's problem might have been with creating maps, the ex-Nazi walked up to the boy's desk with proper military posture and his hands behind his back, then looked down at the boy when standing next to the desk, "Do you need some help with those?" was all he asked, hoping to keep the interaction focused on business rather than a 'get to know you' session.
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Post by luckyrabbit on Aug 5, 2015 10:08:18 GMT -8
((Agu? noooo...I do not remember anyone by that name. I am fuegokid on dA, fuego is Spanish for fire so most likely a shared nickname.And by all means, pester Walter - maybe the office will have less horrible paperwork in the future.))
Stacking up existing notes together with the ones he had poured out on the desk Walter set to work. The yellow notes for the HQ rooms and pathways, the blue for the ever growing streets in the cities and pink for corrections. Blue ink pen for facts like "piano room with tall windows" or "pathway to underground, Baker street stop", the colored pencils being used for drawings of the things he found, a visual description of where to find things. Actually quite helpful when finding back to it in the middle of a busy town when your note showed "red brick arch embedded under a bridge" instead of just saying "a brick under bridge". There was a system to the madness if the others could only bother to learn it. He just wished everyone else would use it too.
Deeply invested in his new map filling in the new pathways he had discovered over the last few days, finally having all the notes he needed to make sense of the final passages at Paddington between the rail and underground, Walter failed to notice the man coming up next to him. Slowly, but steadily he was sketching lines on a big blank paper. He almost jumped out of his seat when the business like voice sounded right next to him "Do you need some help with those?"
At first Walter did nothing but stare at the man, protectively leaning over his nest of notes, but then he narrowed his eyes and said in a suspicious tone "You're quite spiffy. Are you from the off- " he stopped himself abruptly. True the man sounded like he might be from the office, but he was wearing some sort of uniform. Apprentices in uniform always sounded like they worked for the office. Except the office people looked angry whenever they spoke to him. This guy didn't have much in the way of an expression, at least not what Walter would classify as an angry one. "They would have sent a wet blanket." Satisfied with that the man in front of him was probably not one of the killjoys from the office that was going to hang over him all day making sure the map "was a proper thing" he pulled the corner of his mouth up into a smile, revealing a missing tooth. "You can help if your handwriting is pretty."
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Post by moonboy18 on Aug 5, 2015 19:34:46 GMT -8
(Hi! You can call me Mimi or Mizzy. I’m Mizz-Mizzy over on DA and my dork is Anjo de la Luna. I'm getting back into the hang of RPing and I’m also new to the forum thing, but I’m learning. ) Resting a hand against the wooden door, the tall figure gave a push, stepped through, and ducked instinctively as he passed through the doorway to enter the room. Anjo didn’t spend much time here for a couple of reasons a) he preferred the traveling part of the job and  although he had been a pathfinder of sorts when alive, he wasn’t the best of cartographers. His artistic talent, or lack there of, paled in comparison to his spatial intelligence. Thankfully, modern technology helped ease his worries a bit and he had been able to find appropriate applications to aide in measuring heights, distances, and capturing a landscape. If asked, he’d openly admit that sometimes he did block the view when taking selfies - after all, he never thought he’d ever get to see this much of the world. As he glanced at the two others in the room, a slight frown pulled at his lips when he noticed the child. A moment later, his eyebrow quirked upwards in curiosity at the uniformed man. Was this someone important? If so, he’d better look busy. He subconsciously smoothed out his mess of hair with his right hand only to have it spring out in every direction as soon as he removed his palm. Then he shifted his vest and shirt so that they laid a little more neatly against his form. The two people looked to be in conversation; he did not dare to interrupt. Instead, he proceeded to find a spot in the room and chose one of the neater work spaces. Stacks of paper, tape, drawing, writing, and measuring devices laid atop the desk. To his left, and on his blind side turned the dazzling bejeweled globe - one of his favorite parts of the room. Reaching for the edge of a large, folded sheet of paper, Anjo taped the edges to the desk to keep them from curling. Then he pulled his phone out of his back pocket, unlocked it, and opened the apps where he kept his notes and measurements. He kept quiet, but listened to the others in the room as best as he could. While he couldn’t see them due to his lack of sight, he thought that if the uniformed one was an authority, he may as well look busy. |
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although he had been a pathfinder of sorts when alive, he wasn’t the best of cartographers. His artistic talent, or lack there of, paled in comparison to his spatial intelligence. Thankfully, modern technology helped ease his worries a bit and he had been able to find appropriate applications to aide in measuring heights, distances, and capturing a landscape. If asked, he’d openly admit that sometimes he did block the view when taking selfies - after all, he never thought he’d ever get to see this much of the world. 