Everything is Inside-Out

An RP group based on the original Inside from tegakie.com

Goes by both the original and updated plots and designs.

Ideas for the recent plot:

This human version of the group takes place in an alternate universe that I developed while listening to a hugeass amount of techno music. Scientists have developed ways into taking many of the abilities and side effects of diseases and injecting them into human beings as a way of getting the upper hand in warfare. Every soldier had their own abilities and powers based off of the disease they were 'paired' with and used in biological combat.

However, many of these discoveries leaked into the black market, giving those of underground and criminal culture the chance to take their activities to the next level. Some use their new, slightly gross abilities as disciplinary measures to keep those working for them in check. Others use them to make substances, minions, and however else they wish. Long story short, they’ve gotten into the wrong hands but no one can pinpoint who has them.

To combat against this growing problem, scientists have done the same with body parts, taking defensive mechanisms that can be found in the body systems and creating bio-soldiers and humans to hunt them down whenever possible.

TL;DR!
Characters can now be humans with powers or abilities based on a body part or disease. What disease or body part you become one with is your choice (however some might be reserved) and characters interact with each other and the alternative universe around them.

This blog has the purpose of:

-Explaining the plot
-Posting and blogging inspiring imagery for others to see

Everything else in this group is up to the artist.


List of Members Here

Articles

candy-for-rats:

An anomaly of a man.
Bo Trüger has always been that of an enigma, in lifestyle and in personality. Though a enthusiastic conversationalist on many subjects, when it comes to the topic of himself he is not one to speak… at least the truth that is. Whatever the matter of his present condition, it has become the general consensus that he is very well off. As owner of Womb, one of the city’s most elite clubs, Bo’s name has been firmly secured among the higher ups, those famous or infamous in reputation, and serves both equally, as long as they have the money.
Too much to drink ain’t a bad thing.
A lot of goings on happen in the darker places of the city, and it wasn’t a surprise when these illicit activities found their way into Womb. Whether sponsored by Bo, or happening “completely under his nose”, as he so often claims to questioning authority, along the way he came across a vile of suspicious liquid containing a concentrated dose of the Placebo Effect.
Belief is powerful medicine, believe it or not.
After drinking from the vile, Bo gained several new abilities that have proven quite useful. As a “placebo”, he is able to see an individuals deepest wish or fantasy and can tap into their mind and cause feelings of calm, happiness, and even pure unyielding ecstasy depending on the person’s desire. In some cases, the target will actually hallucinate and think they are living out their fantasies. On top of this, Bo is also able to shapeshift. All he needs is a physical imprint of the person her wants to shift into, whether it be from direct touch or as little as coming in contact with a strand of hair, if it has DNA in it, he’s got you.
No one said this was a family establishment.
If you want a place where the music is hot and the drinks always go down smooth, Womb is where it’s happening. The club’s popularity has skyrocketed over the past few months, and every night draws in a crowd. Providing an almost hypnotic atmosphere, patrons find themselves coming back again and again to try and get that high that only Womb is able to provide them, as if the club itself has become a drug. Little do they know that small amounts of opiate like chemicals derived from his own blood that is pumped through the vents and mixed into the drinks and food. Even though none of the chemicals are detectable on their own, after having breathed in the air and consuming the drinks or the food, enough gets into the body to start the euphoric chemical reaction that only gets stronger the more time spent in the club. The margaritas aren’t too bad either.
Sit back, relax, and relapse.

candy-for-rats:

An anomaly of a man.

Bo Trüger has always been that of an enigma, in lifestyle and in personality. Though a enthusiastic conversationalist on many subjects, when it comes to the topic of himself he is not one to speak… at least the truth that is. Whatever the matter of his present condition, it has become the general consensus that he is very well off. As owner of Womb, one of the city’s most elite clubs, Bo’s name has been firmly secured among the higher ups, those famous or infamous in reputation, and serves both equally, as long as they have the money.

Too much to drink ain’t a bad thing.

A lot of goings on happen in the darker places of the city, and it wasn’t a surprise when these illicit activities found their way into Womb. Whether sponsored by Bo, or happening “completely under his nose”, as he so often claims to questioning authority, along the way he came across a vile of suspicious liquid containing a concentrated dose of the Placebo Effect.

Belief is powerful medicine, believe it or not.

After drinking from the vile, Bo gained several new abilities that have proven quite useful. As a “placebo”, he is able to see an individuals deepest wish or fantasy and can tap into their mind and cause feelings of calm, happiness, and even pure unyielding ecstasy depending on the person’s desire. In some cases, the target will actually hallucinate and think they are living out their fantasies. On top of this, Bo is also able to shapeshift. All he needs is a physical imprint of the person her wants to shift into, whether it be from direct touch or as little as coming in contact with a strand of hair, if it has DNA in it, he’s got you.

No one said this was a family establishment.

If you want a place where the music is hot and the drinks always go down smooth, Womb is where it’s happening. The club’s popularity has skyrocketed over the past few months, and every night draws in a crowd. Providing an almost hypnotic atmosphere, patrons find themselves coming back again and again to try and get that high that only Womb is able to provide them, as if the club itself has become a drug. Little do they know that small amounts of opiate like chemicals derived from his own blood that is pumped through the vents and mixed into the drinks and food. Even though none of the chemicals are detectable on their own, after having breathed in the air and consuming the drinks or the food, enough gets into the body to start the euphoric chemical reaction that only gets stronger the more time spent in the club. The margaritas aren’t too bad either.

Sit back, relax, and relapse.

Challenge-esque! Ideas for interaction and blurbs

1. You’re walking alone at night. It’s got to be almost five to midnight, yet strange but all-too-comforting (depending on where in society you sit) nightlife surrounds you. You poke your head into several doors, seeing which place sold food, drink and fun the cheapest. In one of the doors, you happen to get a quick but good glance at what’s going down in the back of the club, and it seems like some shady transaction is about to take place, and the result looks as if it’s not going to turn out too clean. Do you march on in and see what’s happening, or do you keep walking on your way? Will you choose to alert another character of the situation as backup?

2. You’re working back at your office, and the night has been long and hard. Thankfully, your list of tasks for the day is complete, and you’re just about ready to take the high speed subway back to your place. As you pack up and make it halfway out the door, red alerts start to sound off all around you the building. What kind of situation is it, who is involved with you (or involved in the incident), and how do you manage to get out in once piece?

3. Safe and sound at your place, you’re just about ready to slam your head on the pillow and get a full night’s rest. As you flop into your bed and turn off the light and attempt to sleep, for some reason you can’t. You can’t explain it, but for some reason you’re getting anxious and uncomfortable, and your anxiety is increasing second by second. What is causing you to feel this panicked? Is something wrong with you? And who/what character will you seek out for help?

oxygenpatch:

Some rough redesigning. :O I’ll draw up a better picture soon! Also, I hope this bio isn’t horrendous, jeebus.
She’s only known by her codename—RSV—but her nickname has other variations—such as Vee, but that’s usually amongst her closer acquaintances. Her age is unknown, but she appears to be barely in her teen years—standing at a full 4’8” and 85 pounds. Of course, she weighs in at 95 if you include the backpack sized oxygen tank she carries around everywhere. She’s practically a frozen fire. A cold fire frozen in subzero temperatures. She’s cold on the outside, but once you manage to crack open the ice just a bit—she’s not too bad.
RSV was a ward of the state—picked up and tinkered with the RSV disease early in her life to be conditioned into solider-dom easier. It wasn’t until a few years later when an uproar amongst the experiments led to her scrambling into the dark. Now a part of the “underground”, she quickly adapted herself into this society—staying under the radar for the most part. Thanks to the virus (and the stress of the experimentation), she went through some changes—such as white hair and going blind in her right eye. So far, her only known ability is closing off the lungs—which seems to be triggered when she’s stressed. She constantly carries an oxygen tank in case she unintentionally sets off that supposed ability.

oxygenpatch:

Some rough redesigning. :O I’ll draw up a better picture soon! Also, I hope this bio isn’t horrendous, jeebus.

She’s only known by her codename—RSV—but her nickname has other variations—such as Vee, but that’s usually amongst her closer acquaintances. Her age is unknown, but she appears to be barely in her teen years—standing at a full 4’8” and 85 pounds. Of course, she weighs in at 95 if you include the backpack sized oxygen tank she carries around everywhere. She’s practically a frozen fire. A cold fire frozen in subzero temperatures. She’s cold on the outside, but once you manage to crack open the ice just a bit—she’s not too bad.

RSV was a ward of the state—picked up and tinkered with the RSV disease early in her life to be conditioned into solider-dom easier. It wasn’t until a few years later when an uproar amongst the experiments led to her scrambling into the dark. Now a part of the “underground”, she quickly adapted herself into this society—staying under the radar for the most part. Thanks to the virus (and the stress of the experimentation), she went through some changes—such as white hair and going blind in her right eye. So far, her only known ability is closing off the lungs—which seems to be triggered when she’s stressed. She constantly carries an oxygen tank in case she unintentionally sets off that supposed ability.