Mutants on The Cold Star (Inactive)

Game Master Ryuko

Mutants are infecting Safe Zone Theta, can the Citizens survive until evacuation?


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Anthropomorphic Cricket

Yeeaaaa, corn! Sir Jiminy eagerly scoops up his offered bowl of fresh corn kernels and dances a jig in celebration of the beautiful bounty of tasty grub.

"This reminds me of the first time I enjoyed corn as a young lad," convinced that everyone wants to pass the time with his wonderful story he continues, "it was a warm summer day, the sun had just reached it's peak in the sky, and the swarm of my brothers and sisters had made the journey to farmer Johnson's garden. Now, corn is a delicatessen and each ear must be selected by a very precise set of criteria....half an hour later....and that's how I enjoyed my first meal of corn! Sir Jiminy beams at the gathered creatures, only to discover that once again no one is paying any attention to his stories. Sadly, he plunks down in an unoccupied location to partake of his meal. Stupid mutants, trapping me here with these un-entertainable people.


Male

Jin hears Ocid's recitation and is nodding with her:
- goat, not a mutant: check.
-Me, cat, spider, not mutants: check.
-vermin-ridden?!
Jin makes a casual sniff of his underarm... hmm... it's been worse I'd wager, alright: check.
-Sutra, didn't eat and changes subjects, but unlikely to be a mutant: check.
-Theon, "primary suspect"?? curious -- picking on the big guy?
-carbohydrate-mush equals mutant. waaaiiit...
Jin looks down at his own food -"Woah, hold up. This food is bad, but it doesn't make me a mutant, we used to get far worse on The Momoa -- mom called it porridge. You get sick of it real fast, but it doesn't mutate you. Try some library-bot." And then he adds mostly under his breath, "I'm the one that agreed with her idea of scanning for mutants with food... pretty frelling stupid, if I'm a mutant. sheesh."


Insufferable Lout

Tapping his foot, Taraz finds that no one except the talkative and attractive female has even paid him any heed. All of the other occupants of the quarantined area are too busy either eating or protesting that they are not mutants. Annoyance increasing greatly, Taraz stomps over to the food machine. Inserting his Plasma Card Class S into the slot on the side, Taraz waits while the machine begins to materialize a sumptuous feast. Wild grain ricron with camigo sauce. Roast shnootallen in azure wine cream sauce. A salad of tenich herbs and wergul leaf with an old Asiago dressing from a recipe brought to Wasterl by a strange pink foreigner. Levantew pudding and an earthling eclair. Taraz defintely loved the eclairs. And finally a bottle of wind liquor called Gale Force vintage '77 to drink.

Several small serv-bots the size of Meowselsworth poor out of a small opening which materializes on the side of the food machine and begin setting up a fine dining table and chair, and they begin to serve Taraz his food in courses. Ah! what a delight, thought Taraz.

"So then, let's just get on with this then. All of you line up before my table, and I will tell you which one I think is the mutant, and the rest of you may kill them."


Female Helmet Cat

"Oh, I'm not vermin ridden," says Meowselsworth, "I make sure there are no vermins around! It's the opposite of being verminous. Tia and I make sure that nobody gets sick from vermins. We are very useful members of this crew!" The helmet cat turns towards the cricket, "Now please, Sir Jiminy, tell me more about this corn stuff. It sounds delicious for people who are not cats!"


Anthropomorphic Cricket

Genuinely delighted to have anyone, or anything as it may be, interested in his stories, Sir Jiminy overcomes his earlier trepidation of the Pest Control Council and skitters next to the friendly cat to continue his diatribe on the merits of corn and the delicious ways it can be enjoyed.


Insufferable Lout

"It's like talking to a group of hairy Farvers," Taraz says in amazement. Considering the ridiculous inconvenience of not being able to board his G17, he couldn't imagine how the assembled creatures couldn't understand why that should be of great importance.

The Exchange

"Curiouser and curiouser....."


Hamish wanders around the room collecting scraps of food he finds lying around. He seems to be frustrated at nothing in particular and takes it out on his surroundings through minor acts of vandalism. He is gentle and kind to the people though.

I will find a way out of this place eventually


Sutra bites her lip; 'This Librarian has an interesting thesis, how do I rebutt it.'

She listens to Sir Jiminy and his dissertation on the cereals, carefully remembering her lectures on the Hedonistic Heathen foods of Alien species. Elegant legs tap a staccato rythmn gently upon the floor, an educated ear might tell it is a wave-function of frequency.

Noting Hamish's frustrated antic's Sutra rises; "Ocid I wish to refute your hypothesis. Certainly I am not a mutant, clearly I do not wish that dull topic to be our sole conversational food; apparently I am vapid. However...." she takes a breath "I will not be damned by my own words. I told Jin here that his mush is an ambrosia compared to the tasteless glop that my people eat."

Pouting slightly; "I will not have you telling people that I am mutant just because this dispenser will give me a white nutritional paste. I am not a mutant, just come from a dull people - that's why I am here amongst you fanatastic beings"

"Now as to why I don't want to talk about mutants... it's soooo boring. And we will talk about it for days. I hoped to get to know you all first." flouncing across the metal deck.


I got a text from Zapphod, "To find a mutant, look for someone with two heads or a scar where a headadectomy has been performed."


Sutra smiles sultrilly; "Oh so we should disrobe?" she jokes slipping off the straps of her dress to reveal her smooth shoulders. "The President is a super-genius!♥"

"You only have one head, don't you?" she looks up and down the insulting alien.


After Sutra starts removing her clothes, the Hollow faces her and states,

THE PROLIFERATION OF FORMS GIVES BIRTH TO VARIANCE.

THE SICKNESS SEEKS TO PROPAGATE.


Ice Cream Man

"You 'Hu-mans' and your obsession with nakedness. My people go about naked except in your 'Hu-man' places." The sneer in his voice makes it clear he isn't fond of humans or most human-like races.

Eldon goes to the food machine, allowing it to scan him. Out comes a rather uncooked piece of some type of meat, which Eldon sneers at, bringing to a corner to eat.

The Exchange

"Sorry Hammish, was it, I am certain the tray is not meant to be consumed, say where is your tray?"


The Hollow wrote:

After Sutra starts removing her clothes, the Hollow faces her and states,

THE PROLIFERATION OF FORMS GIVES BIRTH TO VARIANCE.

THE SICKNESS SEEKS TO PROPAGATE.

She slips the straps back on; "No, I'm too young to be married! Anyway aren't energy beings such as yourself used to propogation through emitting energy?" she quirks an eyebrow.


The Hollow answers vaguely,

IT CREATES RESONANCE.


"Ah, harmony through similar energy states with stable Lagrangian Translations. That would avoid any diffusion of energy?" Sutra recalls from the 3rd Act of the teachings of the way.

"Do you have any ideas to the mutants form and how this scanner can be altered to detect it." Sutra taps the dispensor.


The Hollow has returned to staring at the fluorescent lamp again.

It makes no response.


Duke Leto Atredies wrote:
"Sorry Hammish, was it, I am certain the tray is not meant to be consumed, say where is your tray?"

"The tray is delicious, I see no reason not to eat it. I don't have a tray because it's impossible for me to carry one. Its no big matter though. As we speak I'm devising a way too escape this terrible place and then I'll be free to dine on whatever I choose.


Ryxis chews on a fly contemplatively as he listens to the bantering of the others. Hamish's words in particular catch his ear.

Hamish Cunningham wrote:
"As we speak I'm devising a way too escape this terrible place and then I'll be free to dine on whatever I choose."

"Interesting choice of words, Goat-Thing. Do you usually partake in cannibalism?"


"I have never thought about until you just mentioned it but I have eaten Goat in the past. Their meat is Ok but their milk and cheese is amazing. I was human then however? I don't know if that would make me a cannibal? Maybe now that I'm a Goat I should try Human just to say I did it. This raises many questions."

The Exchange

"Hamish! got milk?"

leans over to check the under-carriage for udders......


Sutra goggles; 'I thought Hamish was a 'boy' goat, I wouldn't want to pull on a single teat!'

Grand Lodge

Marionae the Librarian
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I got a text from Zapphod, "To find a mutant, look for someone with two heads or a scar where a headadectomy has been performed."

Hypothesis...analyzing Ocid's eyes spin like the bone wheels on a Grivord slot machine. Analysis... faulty. This is a potentially useful theorem for uncovering a long-term mutant. However, in our particular circumstance, the previously normal-for-its-species creature would have to be exposed to radiation, grow a new head, realize this is cause for suspicion, have an argument between two or more heads which is to be removed and which is to remain, and then coerce someone into surgically removing it-- all within the last hour. Most impropable. However, emerging new heads on any being present, will be cause for summary judgment as a mutant.

@Sutra And you, young lady. Engaging in reproduction-stimulating activity with potentially mutated beings will increase the disorder of your species. You should be ashamed of yourself.

Ocid then resumes observation and making notes to herself on the others present. The Hollow--Obviously an advanced, knowledge permeable lifeform. Impossible to know if it has mutated. The cricket--cracked corn-- for far too long to increase the knowledge base of even the lightbulb. Probably not a mutant, but definitely vermin. The layabout? Most likely not a mutant, but also not useful to its species' evolution. I may have to suck its brain simply to improve it's race's genetic stock...


Anthropomorphic Cricket

Sit Jiminy is quite excited by the application of Taraz the Wastrel's Plasma Card Class S. Well look at that, a full dining table and us trapped in this room, could it be the silver lining to our cloud of grey, yes, yes I think it may be the perfect setting for "DINNER PARTY!" yells the man-cricket as he springs through the air to land beside Taraz. Quick as a flash he snatches the Plasma Card from the sophisticated wastrel and quickly jabs it into the machine half a dozen times sending a flurry of serv-bot scattering throughout the room setting up dinning tables and sumptuous meals.

"Please, my impromptu companions, the kind Wastrel has provided us with a fabulous setting for suffering our incarceration, let us lift a glass of..he quickly consults the bottle...Gale Force '77 to honor the gift he shares with us." Sir Jiminy hops sideways to stay clear of any assaults from the Wastrel as he fills a glass and lifts it toward Taraz, hoping to placate the irate socialite by smothering him with attention.

"Sir Wastrel, your culinary habits are a tale within themselves, please enlighten us with stories of your home world where such fare must be common. Do tell, are any of these spectacular offerings made from corn?"


Duke Leto Atredies wrote:

"Hamish! got milk?"

leans over to check the under-carriage for udders......

You must have me confused Duke. I'm all Man... Goat.

I can understand why you might think that though. It's not quite as easy to distinguish genders among my current species as some others. Even my voice sounds strange. I'd imagine that were there a female like myself our vocal tones wouldn't be too far apart. Hell, I cant even tell what gender half of the beings in this room are...

Did you know I used to speak with an accent in my former body. I guess the vocal chords of a Goat aren't built the same.


Giant Friendly Talking Spider

After having quite a hunt and skittering all along the walls and ceiling in pursuit of her prey, Tia finally catches the last fly. She joins her friend Meowselsworth near the little jumpy fellow and listens to the conversation. She's faintly disappointed that they're talking about something called 'corn' instead of flies. She stays utterly still as she listen's to the cricket's drawl, and with no external movement aside from the occasional faint quivering of the book lung on her abdomen it is easy to assume that she isn't paying attention.

In fact, she is riveted. After hearing Sir Jimmy wax eloquent about the food's many virtues she decides to give it a try. As Jimmy turns away Tia exclaims "Oooooh! I can't wait to have my first meal of corn!" The spider lunges past him to the pile of corn and in a lightning-quick strike impales several cobs on each fang. The food hisses and bubbles as her powerful poison begins digesting and liquifying the corn and after a moment she pops it into her waiting maw. After a few enthusiastic crunches she pauses her mastication. She begins to twitch, and frantically brushes at her mouth with her palpae until a puddle of half-digested corn spills out and lies steaming on the floor.

"Ummmmm... Sir Jimmy, I don't think I like corn. Have you tried flies? They're much better. You should totally try a fly. I could catch one for you!"


"I think having two heads is a sufficient, but not a necessary condition to be a mutant. We need to find a necesary condition to being a mutant. Zapphod was always chasing tail around the galaxy rather than study. Let me call Marvin the android and see what he thinks."

After dialing...
"Can you believe it, Marvin says our situation is nothing. He is in a truly depressing state."

The Exchange

"Yes, but the common gender test of standing during urination does not work for determining the gender of a goat."

"...also for several others in this room..."

"Query computer how many polymer based trays are in the food dispensory stock?"


Anthropomorphic Cricket

Sir Jiminy gulps, and not just wine, at the words of the Giant Friendly Spider. Despite her cheery disposition, a primal fear grips Jiminy when the creatures googly eyes turn his way and he's reminded of the smattering of stories from his childhood where the boogy-spider ate the curious cricket that stayed up past bedtime. Still, she is quite friendly for a spider and it would be rude to ignore the offer of a gift.

"Good Tia, I'm very content with the current offerings in the consumables department, but I promise that I'll try one of your delicious flies tomorrow."


"I am curious as to the necessity of providing sustenance to potential mutants in the first place. Normal infection response procedure dictates termination. With extreme prejudice."


"I am curious as to the necessity of providing sustenance to potential mutants in the first place. Normal infection response procedure dictates termination. With extreme prejudice."

A thunderous growling sound suddenly sounds off, evidently originating from Ryxis' belly.

"My apologies. The Ferrosian acid must be reacting negatively with the fly matter."


Female Helmet Cat

"I've eaten a fly before," says Meowselsworth, matter-of-factly, "Bugs taste all yummy but it's not my jurisdiction to eat bugs. And only little, non-sentient bugs of course, I don't mean offense Sir Jiminy!" The cat seems momentarily flustered, and then just flips onto her back to roll about as if completely forgetting to be flustered.


At Ocid's words Sutra looks shocked; "No, I don't want to reproduce; I'm too young to be married. A bit of snuggling is different, but reproduction." Despairingly she walks over to the scanner and absent mindedly gets a plate of white soft 'tofu', but without the taste. Onto the tray at exactly 31.4159265cm away she places a glass of still pure water.

Watching with fascination when, the others try corn Sutra tucks morosely into her food.

"Mr Wowbagger, that Marvin is truly a Paranoid Android, but there's No Surprises there." at the suggestion of a dinner party, Sutra's mood picks up. "Lucky us, I know we are amongst mutants far from home, but this is truely a gift from the Karma Police." Sutra moves over and takes a kernal of corn and a thimble full of the '77.

"Isn't it good to have The Extermination Squad here, they will ensure that none of us normal people are harmed." her voice holds a note of hope.


Giant Friendly Talking Spider
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"Isn't it good to have The Extermination Squad here, they will ensure that none of us normal people are harmed."

"We can do that? That's awesome! We are the ones who took care of that tribble infestation last cycle- I still can't believe how many I ate. Oooh! What kind of vermin do mutants taste like- do they taste like flies? I can totally figure out who it is just by tasting them!" Tia's fangs glisten with caustic venom, and she is practically vibrating with excitement at the prospect as her multifaceted eyes take in the tableau of beings sharing the shelter with her.


Sutra bites her lip lightly; "Oh it was you who took care of them. They were furry and cute, but boy could they eat. I am sure they would have loved corn!" her voice trying to hide any nervousness at the sharp mandables of the spider. 'I hope she doesn't bite me! She looks hungry.'

The Exchange

"Eating mutations might be a bad idea after earth had the zombie virus outbreak of 2344. Point is the virus still being verrolent and able to mutate the human consuming the zombie into a zombie."


"Ragh! If this infection were virulent, this one could simply devour it! A rotting meatbag would prove to be a welcome feast! But what we're dealing with is as radioactive as it is inedible!"

The Exchange

"But wait! What if one of the species here had a sucessful natural mutation within the course of the evolution of species. That might include all of us, the pattern being at some point in history a mutation. What alteration of history had the neanderthal man sought to destroy cro-magnun, and then today how would I appear?"


Giant Friendly Talking Spider

Tia stares at the Duke for a moment, perplexed. After a few seconds of silence she declares, "You're silly!" and wanders off.

The Exchange

"The point is what information is the computer using as the standard, if the reference sample is the mutation, then the non-mutants will be incorrectly destroyed. I recall a similar event involving alien technology."

Link

"As I recall the alien medical technology saved a child from death but had no basis of human data, the results were horrific, one could say a mutation, but the situation was rectified."


'2344? Zombies; that's where Earth gets it's cheap labour from.' Sutra inclines her head thoughtfully; "Yes, certainly natural variance and adaption is The Ways plan. The Φ - radiation that some of us could have been exposed to is the problem, it is not part of the nature. From what I have heard it turns a creature into a killer, embedding it's energy signature inside the creature so that it rises to join it's cult." Sutra shivers at the thought.

She checks her data-cortex; "That was an interesting event, Duke."

Grand Lodge

Marionae the Librarian
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But wait! What if one of the species here had a sucessful natural mutation within the course of the evolution of species. That might include all of us, the pattern being at some point in history a mutation. What alteration of history had the neanderthal man sought to destroy cro-magnun, and then today how would I appear?

Ocid's eyes spin once again for analysis, albeit more briefly. Then her kind, matronly face announcesPoint one-- this mutation is *not* a natural occuring minor alteration in a genome, it is suddenly and drastically induced by high amounts of radiation. Point two-- Successful mutation increases the viability of a species, which it passes on thru reproduction. If we can discover the mutant we will kill it immediately. Ergo it will have failed to demonstrate its ability to increase the survivability of its species.

Her recitation continues: The talkative, loosely-moraled creature (Sutra) has now eaten from the dispenser. As expected, the food served was bland paste. The noble humanoid (the Duke) is not the most focused wavelength in the laser, but appears average for his species. The Ryxis creature is a bottom feeder, but bottom feeders are useful in the universal hierarchy. The irritating, constantly phoning and texting Wowbagger alien, also seems too frivolous to be focused on homicide. The Eldon creature received meat from the dispenser, most likely typical for his species despite its unattractiveness. Deciding who should be slain for the greater good is difficult. So many candidates whose death would improve the multiverse. Where to start?

Did I get everybody? I wouldn't to miss the opportunity to lose friends and dissuade people.

As Jiminy whips past Ocid in his game with the Wastrel, she suddenly snags him out of the air with a tentacle, and tosses him into a wall. SHHHHHH! NO RUNNING IN THE LIBRARY!


Giant Friendly Talking Spider
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Did I get everybody? I wouldn't to miss the opportunity to lose friends and dissuade people.

What, the spider isn't annoying enough to merit a mention? Guess I'll have to step it up a notch...


Тia wrote:
Quote:
Did I get everybody? I wouldn't to miss the opportunity to lose friends and dissuade people.
What, the spider isn't annoying enough to merit a mention? Guess I'll have to step it up a notch...

Yeah but I'm annoying enough to get 2 mentions :)

Grand Lodge

Marionae the Librarian

No, no, you were both annoying enough to make the first round of cuts. You, my spidery-librarian-in-a-former-lifetime friend, were immediately belittled as verminous. But feel free to turn the dial to 11 on annoying anyway. I may yet taunt you again.


Duke Leto Atredies wrote:

"Eating mutations might be a bad idea after earth had the zombie virus outbreak of 2344. Point is the virus still being verrolent and able to mutate the human consuming the zombie into a zombie."

2344!!! HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN OUT??? Now I don't even know if Fairfax is still alive... My life all of a sudden feels meaningless.


Sutra moves over to placate the gruff manimal; "It's alright, if he was as 'cunning' or 'lucky' as you said he may still be alive. Especially since the cloning wars, when Earth re-incarnated 99.9% of their citizenry to take part in that world-wide reality television show." she gently pats his horns trying to not be bitten or gored.


Male

Jin's head has gone back to swimming -- the crazy feast(s), talk of zombies, corn, and spiders tasting people... what I wouldn't give for a quiet excape pod. "We're still no closer to the Wrexian's original point: the 'normal response procedure dictates termination with extreme prejudice.' Some of you need to stop changing the subject, how do we decide who's the mutant here?".


Female Helmet Cat

"As the leader of the social committee, I would like to ask Ms. Ocid to please stop being mean, as it may affect the morale of the group. If we do not have morale, what do we have?" says Meowselsworth, flipping from belly up to an upright and more respectable feline posture, "So I have to pose the question: Is anyone willing to step forward and admit they are a mutant so to minimize the impact on morale so that the rest of us may go? It is your social duty."

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