welcome to your new hell, Welcome to the Menagerie. Or as we like to call it, Dome Sweet Dome! We are an eight-year strong futuristic shapeshifter and sci-fi creature roleplay, dedicated to bringing you a world unlike any other; a world in which your character has become an experiment and must fight for survival in a domed city, cut off from the rest of the world. Choose to be any animal in your fight for survival in an artificial world built by the Keepers as they subject you to experiments beyond your control. Choose to wander the world inside the walls alone, as a Rogue, or find safety in numbers in one of the groups known as Rings. How will you survive?
60 - 65 ºF
blustery with scattered showers spotty sunshine
YEAR 2309
shift bans.
» Cougars (aka Puma, Mountain Lion, Panther)
» All Tiger Species
» All Lion Species
» All Wolf Species
» African Leopards
group bans.
none.
encouraged !
FEMALE CHARACTERS! create a RETRO or ANTHRO and get 250 CP + a free skill! read me for more info!
last updated: april 19th, 2016
Click on each Ring or Retro group image to view their ranks!
GROUP UPDATES
CARNARING
Jocelyn Edelwolfe is the new Alpha! Seija Mulviene is the new Beta, and Grey is the new Delta. Lead Hunter is now Boone Haywood, Head of Border Patrol is now Noelle Ndango!
FALLENRING
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FULSIRING
Fulsi has a standing treaty with the Nakoma, granting limited access to their fresh water.
NAKOMA TRIBE
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ANALOYA PRIDE
a while back, the Analoya suffered a suspicious poisoning of their river, luckily with few casualties; the Bellator are suspected of having taken part in it, and there are whispers that Pride leader Wanderer is talking alliance with the Nilda for access to their clean water.
BELLATOR HERD
As new leader of the Bellator, Loril has instituted some rank changes. See this thread for more information!
LAWAII FLOCK
no updates!
NILDA PACK
no updates!
CARNARING QUICK STATS
ALPHA -- Jocelyn Edelwolfe, Clouded Leopard, played by IronChild
BETA -- Seija Mulviene, Spotted Hyena, played by Seija-chan
DELTA --Grey, Mackenzie Valley Wolf, played by Kriss
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Post by Noisette Todd on Aug 16, 2015 1:12:39 GMT -5
(O.O.C. - WE WROTE THIS FOR YOU mo money BECAUSE WE LOVE YOU)
The wait to bet hadn't been short. Noisette had used the time to gauge the room, the culture of this little event. At first she'd only tried learning some of the chants she heard, particularly the ones that seemed classics. But others seemed new, or even spur-of-the-moment. Which had sparked off her own ideas, plans to initiate after she acquired a light for her cigarette.
AFter her adventures in the back of the room, Noisetee towed her gangly, pressganged gang of one to the front without him escaping. Probably because he seemed too shocked to protest much. But no matter. Noise waited until nothing in particular was going on, and sensed her moment.
"Hold this," she said absently, shoving her cigarette into her companion's free hand. With just as little warning, she slapped her thighs twice, clapped, and carried it on. Sure enough, the beat started to spread. She let it go a couple of rounds, but started singing before someone could jump in with the more traditional lyrics.
BUDDY YOU'RE A SMALL RAT, SLOW RAT HIDING IN THE PIPES, GONNA BE THE BIG CHEESE SOMEDAY YOU GOT MUD ON YOUR FACE, YOU BIG DISGRACE LEAVIN' YOUR SHIT ALL OVER THE PLACE
"SINGING..." as prompted, the crowd launched into the bridge with gusto. As her gaze flicked about with satisfaction, Noise suddenly locked eyes with a pink-haired shortstack. A devious smile split her face; random eye contact had already worked out well once tonight. As the bridge neared the end, she pointed dramatically to him, the invitation clear.
Post by Py Ackerman on Aug 16, 2015 1:53:20 GMT -5
Py had milled away from the bar with a drink in his hand and a song in his heart, the verses of Black Betty playing on repeat in his head ever since he'd cast his bet. Chatting animatedly with Max, occasionally casting a glance around the room in true people-watching fashion as they waited for the race to start. There really were a lot of people here; he reckoned he'd never seen the Speakeasy so full before. The hunter leaned against a pillar - the same one he'd tied Tain to once, as it happened, taking a long sip from the slightly cracked glass cup and nearly gagging. This wasn't the good stuff. Though, to be fair, they were probably keeping the good stuff stowed away for the winners, or to celebrate. Hoarders. He was just about to point out a cute blonde girl to Max in typical wingman spirit when the chants started and he nearly choked on his drink for the second time that night, though this time it was in delight. Some of the songs he recognized, others not so much, but they were damn catchy, and soon he was chanting along to most of the ones he could keep up with.
Then it happened, the one song that would make his entire night. Someone took up a chant with lyrics so skewed towards the actual rats in the race that he burst into a snort of laughter, entertained and pleased and trying to see who it was as he clapped along with the rest of the betters. It took a minute, with him being so short and most people who were crowding about being so tall, but at last he spied her, and grinned. Equally short, purple-haired and full of spunk; he launched into the bridge like a madman, his singing loud and enthusiastic, "WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU."
His eyebrows jerked up in surprise when her gaze locked onto his, and that smile told him everything he needed to know - he was the chosen one. He licked his lips a little, thought a moment on what improvised lyrics he should sing, then joined in, voice raised to be heard above the crowd.
BUDDY YOU'RE A YOUNG RAT, DUMB RAT PICKING LOTS OF FIGHTS, GONNA TAKE ON A CAT ONE DAY YOU GOT BLOOD ON YOUR FACE, YOU BIG DISGRACE WAVING YOUR WHISKERS ALL OVER THE PLACE
Py looked around at the crowd, then raised his arms as though to encourage them to pick up the bridge, though he needn't have - they were just as into it as he was. When it died down, he pointed back at the girl, grinning, silently egging her on to continue the rest of the song. In his peripheral, he caught the distinct impression that Max had facepalmed, and somewhere towards the betting table, though Py didn't notice, was Trevor, looking thoroughly amused by the whole thing and clapping whenever he thought he should.
Last Edit: Aug 16, 2015 1:56:11 GMT -5 by Py Ackerman
Post by Kite Ostling on Aug 16, 2015 2:37:31 GMT -5
It had been so long since anyone dared manhandle him that the girl caught him by surprise. His knee-jerk reaction was to spit something rude and jerk away, but he had enough mob sense to not want to start a scene. And so belligerently, he was dragged. She made a surprisingly good battering ram, and he was reminded sharply of an icebreaker ship as she relocated them to a prominent position in the crowd. Fortunately their new vantage point seemed to soothe the tat-faced chick enough that she mercifully let Kite be to stare at the rats despondently. He was not even close to drunk enough for this.
And then just like that the girl shoved a cigarette into his hands and went out... who knows what with an intense focus. Kite watched her with some trepidation as he casually took up smoking her cig and only somewhat regretting the brand. He was utterly unprepared for the singing. The first round of it had him staring at her in horror, and it only went on from there. People actually did this? In public? For real? Sober? Sober-ish? And no, now the crowd was picking it up and he looked like the strange one, standing still. Purple got the attention of someone with similar life choices and threw the song that way, leaving Kite to actually wish for the races to start. He did not sign up for this. And was Pinks trying to send the song back?! He felt like a third wheel in a Disney Movie. Why?
Why?!
Last Edit: Aug 16, 2015 15:34:54 GMT -5 by Kite Ostling
Post by Noisette Todd on Aug 16, 2015 3:39:36 GMT -5
There was a backup verse ready, but fortunately it wasn't needed. A bark of loud laughter escaped her at how well the pink bloke rose to the challenge. He must have had some improv experience or something. Over the second round of the bridge she whooped, flashing twin finger guns at him.
Noise hadn't really considered where this would go next, but the stranger hit i back to her. She couldn't say she was disappointed.
BUDDY YOUR AN OLD RAT, LAME RAT BARELY KEEPIN' UP, GONNA NOURISH A SNAKE ONE DAY YOU GOT MUD ON YOUR FACE, YOU BIG DISGRACE SOMEBODY BETTER PUT YOU BACK INTO YOUR CAGE
This time she hollered along with the bridge, shouting SING IT at the appropriate time. Soon enough, the rhythmic clapping dissolved into general cheering. At that point, she remembered her "date." He may very well have slipped away into the crowd while she was distracted. When Noise looked up, however, it seemed fear was once again on her side. He was still there, her smoke clamped in his mouth and his face devoid of blood.
She didn't bother with deadpanning, and instead laughed outright at his obvious horror. None too gently, she swiped back her cigarette, dropped it and smothered it underfoot. "I don't know what you have." Still, the atmosphere kept her from being too cross with him. She fished out the box, wondering if she should hunt down that girl again or look elsewhere for a light. "You gotta loosen up, Noodle Boy, or you're just wasting your time here."