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The green citizen looks as though he's starting to grow impatient. He glares at Bob.
"Would you hurry up and finish your hygiene inspections. I have places to be and you citizens are my escorts."
"Sir, it won't be much longer, I wouldn't want one of my troubleshooters to offend your olfactory senses"
"Would you hurry up and finish your hygiene inspections. I have places to be and you citizens are my escorts."
To the Green Citizen: "I believe, sir, that you have the authority to defer my inspection until our very important mission has been completed."
<Turns to Boris and smiles.>
"Is that not correct, Citizen Leader Boris?"
"It looks like Bob has basically finished the inspection. Most you are passable. If you fail any future hygiene inspections in this sector. I will hold your inspector responsible for not promptly administering proper ESPs. Follow me.
Homer and orange citizen lead you down a few hallways- mostly infrared or red clearance. You come to a large window that runs floor to ceiling along a stretch of wall of one side of the hall. Looking out the window, you find yourselves looking down on a massive green house operation. Long fields of real fruit and vegetables are being grown.
Homer smiles. "I need to go down there for a few minutes. That area is well beyond your security clearance. However, I think you'll find something of interest to you while you're waiting. Take the elevator down to level N12. Have a look around, but be back in 20 minutes. I'm sending citizen Barneby-O-TPK-4 with you. He has a quick errand to do for me. See you later.
Homer moves to a nearby elevator bank. The one he gets on has yellow clearance. Barneby points to a nearby elevator. It only has red clearance.
We're taking this one
You hop on the elevator and head down to level N12. The elevator ride is speedy. When you get out, Barneby leads you see that this portion of the sector is significantly dirtier than up top. Grungy pipes run along the ceiling, and industrial scents and sounds pervade the air. You walk through the hall for a short distance, passing only a few maintenance type bots. The Equipment Guy is sill stuck dragging the bot crate, so it slows things down a little. Fortunately, the crate has little wheels. Soon you come to a set of double doors. Bareby presses a button and they slide open. Beyond, you see a wide hallway. Dozens of little market stalls have been set up, and various vendors are hawking their wares. Much of the stuff is legal stuff, but you suspect plenty of restricted items could be found here as well.
Barneby says, "Have a look around, but meet me back at these doors in ten. I don't want to be late."
"Permission to shop granted, meet back here in 8 minutes, so we'll all be here When Citizen Barneby returns. I will stay here while you all shop. Get me a B3 cola please." "Tru, I will watch the bot crate so you can shop" I will sit on the crate
OOC: you had changed that post on me.
"Yippee!" Tim runs off, checking the time on his PDC every few seconds.
Shopping List: Pack of Cancer-Lites
Cigarette Lighter
Marbles
B3 Cola
Super Glue (presuming, of course, that all these things are within my security clearance to possess...)
GM:
<Horton scans for...>
GM EYES:
<... any good shots. He pans across the faces of his team-mates.>
"The men are taking a few minutes to trade their hard earned credits for some simple pleasures. Boris is sitting on the bot. How will we assemble it in time, it is after all part of the mission. He must have already read the manual and is confident that he can finish the task."
"Yippee!" Tim runs off, checking the time on his PDC every few seconds.
Shopping List: Pack of Cancer-Lites
Cigarette Lighter
Marbles
B3 Cola
Super Glue (presuming, of course, that all these things are within my security clearance to possess...)GM: ** spoiler omitted **
Tim
GM:
"Hey, Boris. Nice uhh... sword." Logan says, eyeing him warily. Then perkily, "Look! I got nice spoon!"
"Yippee!" Tim runs off, checking the time on his PDC every few seconds.
Shopping List: Pack of Cancer-Lites
Cigarette Lighter
Marbles
B3 Cola
Super Glue (presuming, of course, that all these things are within my security clearance to possess...)GM: ** spoiler omitted **
Tim
** spoiler omitted **
Tim runs up, checking his PDC
"22 seconds to spare! Here's your cola, Team Leader. Woah. Big sword. Nice spoon, Logan."
"Nice spoon, Logan."
"Why thank you, Tim. I appreciate a man who appreciates a good spoon. You know why that is, Tim? It's because a man that loves a spoon is not a communist. Think about it. A capitalist wants you to buy more eating utensils, so they can make more money, right? So they split the spork in two so you have to buy both a fork and a spoon. Brilliant!
"But those commies don't give a damn about making money; they just want to spread it all around, see? So what do they do? That's right: Nothing! They leave the spork alone. It's easier to spread around that way. And that my friend, is how to find out who's a friend and who's a commie bastard."