Hot DM's Pawns of Time Campaign (Inactive)

Game Master Hotaru of the Society

"Access to about ten times the channels on television. Decidedly more human accomodations. More priveleged entry to systems. As for communication, you'd have to speak through Skylar. She'll relay messages for you. And sure. But it's hard to lower your danger rating after you've escalated it for any reason. Paperwork and all that."

Hecate stretched as she moved forward after retrieving her things and dressing again, glancing idly at one of Skylar's... amusingly limited interfaces. "Evidence suggests I won't be here long. If you're looking to maximize the information you can get for advancing your own technology, you should bring me those supplies as quickly as possible." she said casually.

A naughty part of her wondered what would happen if she brought up the idea that her own sufficiently advanced technology might be so impressive she could easily hack such an out-of-date system. It could be morally justified, even, as a way of making them sufficiently paranoid to deal with actual threats. On the other hand, she probably wasn't dealing with Skynet, and making that joke would have been mean. She kept her mouth shut, but did allow herself a smile, and headed on to wait for Scath and the others.

Pierce seems frustrated at the lack of walkie talkies, espically given that he hoped that they would have been able to keep them when and if they eventually left, but nods in acceptance "would I be able to have access to a 3d printer? If so I could get to work on building a body for our metal friends, I brought a few samples of the larger gears, and took all of the smaller ones I could find, though I'd also like some basic instruction on the way to put them together from the metal men themselves

Scath begins jerking on the small rings on his armor, and wriggles out of it. He then tugs on a few different rings, in a specific pattern, and the saddle bag type pack on the side of the armor drops free. Scath then takes the bag in his teeth and moves it away from the armor, allowing Whistler to take the armor. The saddle bag he keeps in his teeth, and keeps closed. He looks at Whistler expectantly.

Bear and Roy take one room.
"Enter code. What do you think that means? Ain't a code the things the big clans have. Stuff they'll kill ya for? Wonder what that's talkin about..."

Bear shrugs in response.

"Guess you're right."

Roy removes his hat and a Shimmer runs over, shifting him from the pale, skinny human back to the dark furred catfolk in his kilt and belts.

"Glad that's over. Whatever they call those things, it's not as comfortable as a kilt."

Bear sniffs.

"I know. I know."

Roy strips down everything he was wearing, and helps Bear take off his leather bracers and amulet before dropping it in the box.

"I counted everything so don't go trying anythin' funny."

He announces to the room.

Bear nudges him.

"You can be real impatient for someone that lays around all day, ya know that?"

Bear pushes Roy forward and they go into the other room. It takes Roy a while to get a hang of the rain making thing, but eventually he works it out.

A while longer later than was strictly necessary, Roy and Bear go into the other hallway freshly clean and straightened up with Roy back on top of Bear, looking for anyone else.

Pierce:
"In either location, actually. Chances are, Barbie will be working with anything she needs, which means anything you need, should you choose to go with her. You'll have access to pretty much the same but with less oversight in A."
Scath:
Whistler puts the armor and pack into the box, which will steam and press them for the cat... and at the same time, nuke any foreign bacteria. He doesn't bother to lock it, given that he trusts the people here, and doesn't want to lock the cat out of his things.

As if Scath could open the box with non opposable thumbs, might as well have nuked it from space. :) Also, it's the equivalent of leather armor, steaming and pressing it isn't good for it. :) And I doubt it'll hold a crease. :)

Scath watches and waits to see what is going on.

Whistler watches the cat for a moment. "It won't do anything until we're in the other room. Then this room will get very hot. The boxes will protect our things, and clean them, while we clean up. Once we're done in there, we come back out, get our stuff, and go out the door on the left. From there, down the hall, and into the main rooms." He said, as he headed into the other room and turned on the water, which was a little on the warm side, but all came down from the ceiling, and all flowed into a central drain.

Scath follows along carefully, and then stops outside the water. He carefully reaches out one paw and touches the water, getting his paw damp. The cat lets out an unhappy yowl, but has a wet paw.

Very carefully, he backs up a half a foot, and very carefully puts the pack on the floor. He slips a paw into the top past the flap and barely touches something inside, then jerks his paw back out as if it were on fire. Then he puts his paw on the outside of the pack, pressing down lightly on something inside.

The cat looks disgusted, and then steps into the water, carrying the saddle bag. He shakes himself as hard as he can while in the water, getting Whistler coated, then steps out, dripping and shaking each paw with distaste. He dumps the bag on it's side so the water can drain out.

Then he shakes again, getting Whistler wet again. He normally doesn't shake, but he figures Whistler can take a second and third bath. Then he tentatively licks the water, in case they put any nasty medicine in it.

Whistler doesn't seem to mind... and just grabs another towel each time he gets coated. It was a lot less bad than it could have been. Once Scath seems content with himself, and begins cleaning himself, Whistler begins dressing himself once more. He gets Scath's things back out for him, and waits for Scath to get dressed, if he intends to. Once done with that, he heads out the door to the side. He The water tastes of... water.

"ok, I'll head to class A then, keep me posted if anything interesting happens"

Scathing grumbles and eyes Whistler like a rat.

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"Right, well. Let's go." He says after heading out the hallway and onwards down the hall, and through the green lit door.

Scath investigates the sandbox, then scratches in it.

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Then he jumps up on the table, ignoring the kibble, and sniffs at the food, before settling on a big ham and chewing mouthfuls off it. Assuming he can't smell anything on it, and it doesn't taste off

It tastes of pig, rather than boar! So the fat content is much higher than he's used to, but otherwise, it's good.

"So.. robotic bodies of some type? I can try to get you something, but it won't be... human. It also won't be weaponized."

"Probably going to be compatibility issues. Doesn't look like you've switched over to a universal connectivity system yet." Hecate said inbetween bites of fruit, looking over at Scath as he played in the sand.

"there are others here? Besides the ones I came with I came with I mean. Uh I suppose I'll do the test and interview thing first, just to get that out of the way,

Scath stops, looks around for the voice, sniffs the air, and then goes back to eating.

@Pierce:
"Actually, yes. Several. We have found that humans of this apparent level of civilization are 56% more likely than other humans to stay at least two weeks. We have had very limited data samples, however. I shall arrange your meeting for you." she says, bowing her head slightly. "A lift is being prepared for you 7 meters to your right."

Sorry, my bad. Whistler still hasn't left and is waiting for everyone to get settled in. You haven't met Skylar, yet. :)

RJ allows his things to be taken and cleaned. He walks through the shower grateful to get the flour off. He snorts at the cat and sighs deciding to relax for the moment. He deal with any betrayal once it happened.

Pierce nods and thanks the computer system politely as he goes the designated door.
always be polite to unknown nonhuman intelegances

Oh, sorry, without any specs, figured it was disembodied voice 1. Ignore previous post.

In the sand.

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"Well. We can certainly try. If you'll show them to us during your examination, we'll have a better idea of making them match up. That way things will be more obviously clear, and our techies can rig things up properly." came Whistler's reply.

@Scath:Can only try. Never had not-normal bodies.

@Pierce:

Pierce enters the lift, which has no internal buttons that are clearly visible, simply a light that goes slowly from red to green above the door. There's the same sort of lights around and overhead. Kitschy music plays audibly for him as it moves, and there's a panel in the top that's locked closed by an electronic lock. There is also a black orb opposite the door he entered. He can also feel the elevator turning slightly as it moves.

It slowly goes downwards, until the light turns green and opens. Pierce finds himself in a hallway, with a single green light over one of the dozens of doors along the hallway, which stretches for a decent amount of distance, before terminating in an intersection. Two of Skylar's orbs are in the hallway.

Pierce nods to the orbs and opens the green door.

Hecate watched as Scath's insistent exchange continued, a bit curious about the technology level of the last world they'd visited. How advanced were the people from that world, anyway? Based on what she'd seen, it seemed like they had a few fundamental flaws, else they wouldn't have allowed their environment to overtake them, but still...

The green lit door opens with a hiss as Pierce reaches it, and he's immediately met by a lower british accent, feminine, coming from a girl a little under five and a half feet tall from across the room, "I'll be with you in just a moment. I need to finish logging this data. I'm... um. Let's go with Kesha. I don't get a nifty code name, but I'm also not supposed to tell you my real name so..." she trails off. "Oh, neat!"

She's got light brown hair, pulled back into a ponytail, wearing a lab coat, and apparently jeans with tennis shoes beneath the coat. She has her back towards you, so it's impossible to make out much else. You're fairly certain she's wearing glasses, though. She's working away at a computer, from what you can see.

As for the rest of the room, there's a large mirror a 'story above', looking down over the room. The furnishings are cozy, even while the stations are not. It doesn't look like any materials more porous than leather are in use, though. There are dozens of sprinklers above, and six drains distributed amongst the stained-concrete floor.

After a few moments of clicking noises from her direction, she turns around. Indeed, glasses were involved. She's also wearing a slightly-crinkled (as if she's slept in it) collared flannel shirt under the stained lab coat. "Hello. You must be James Bond. Er... sorry, no... Sean Connery? No... Roger Moore! I had your name in my head... it was easy to." she sighs. "Anyway, I'm Kesha, and I'll be performing a few minor procedures. Drawing blood, cataloguing things, ensuring that you aren't carrying any unique pathogens... I'm supposed to be wearing a mask. Hm. Well, at least the air bubble has likely covered all of that. How are you doing today?" It would seem she had energy to spare... and had a mouth that went only slightly faster than her brain.

Pierce chuckles "the name's Pierce Bronson, and I am doing fine, given the circumstances anyway, it could be much worse than sitting in an air conditioned room talking to a lovely lady, when I'm reasonably sure noone's trying to actively kill me, " you can never be 100% sure that no one is trying to kill you, and even if they aren't trying, accidents happen. Always maintain constant vigilance

"Not lovely." she grins at the compliment, despite herself, "And also taken. Just... can't wear rings all that well with stretchy gloves. Plus, tell me you think I'm lovely after I've poked you what seems like a thousand times." she shrugs lightly, "that tends to change minds. Once you're comfortable, I'll need your shirt off, so I can run an allergy panel, and I'll need a few doses of blood from you, whenever you're up for that! What do you enjoy, Mister Bronson?" she asked, making small talk.

"each to their own I suppose, he says to her objections. When she asks him to remove his shirt he wiggles his eyebrows good naturedly before slowly and deliberately striping off his suit coat, his shirt, his light bullet proof vest, and his under shirt "I like talking to new and interesting people. I like seeing new places. I like learning new things, and I like helping people, that good for you?"

"Ah, um. Well, sure. I suppose." she nods. "Get comfortable facing away. Let me go get the kit." she said before moving to collect an apparatus with perhaps a hundred needles.

After he was in position... a very tiny scratch-like feeling occurred... and if Pierce didn't have any allergies, he too would get the all clear!

Afterwards came standard procedure for taking blood... which would be tested over the course of a few hours. "You'll be able to linger with some people back in grade A if you like, while I perform the tests. I'll be digging into your friend's blood and such as well, soon. Hopefully none of you are plaguebearers of some sort!"

Pierce nods saying "to my knowledge none of us are the alagorical typhoid marry, but then I've not had the chance to check till now, thanks for your time," and heads to the area designated that he could use containing the other visitors as soon as he puts his clothing back on.

"Alrighty. See you around, maybe." she nodded as he opted to leave. Skylar would guide him back to the lift, which would take him back up several floors, before reaching the apparent lounge. It was apparent, because the room looked exactly like a five star hotel's lounge should look... aside from windows and probably an outdoor pool nearby. Or an ocean view. It was largely empty, save for two men and a woman playing cards. The red-headed woman had the majority of the chips. One man had a suit on, similar to Pierce's, the other was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and the woman was wearing a long, flowing red dress. They seemed to be talking animatedly just before the elevator opened, but they stopped to look in Pierce's direction as it did so, all curious about the 'fresh meat'.

Pierce smiles and waves as he aproaches the group, saying "greetings to the rest of us VIPs apparently deemed "not that scary" to make sure I don't accidentally say something insensitive, would it be correct to assume all of us here are human? And what game does the house favor here?

Are you waiting on me? Scath had nothing to respond to for the guy, it's over his head on 'compatibility', Scath's back to eating.

And Hecate's watching Scath while waiting for them to bring out things for her to tinker with. XD The more time they waste, the less she can teach them.

I assume inaction until action, generally, except when this screws the player/character in some way. There was the implied question of if Scath would let him see, but I thought I'd phrased it as an actual question. My bad. Your experiences will be remarkably similar to Pierce's. You'll be taken seperately, unless unwilling, you'll meet with Kesha, she'll perform her tests, with the following differences: You'll each go into an elevator off to the left, which is significantly larger than the one for Pierce had been. Scath and Hecate will also meet 'Kanye', who is quite interested in anythign technology related... and RJ will get to interact with silver rather than steel. :) If you'd like to roleplay that, then indicate that you're ready to move in that direction!

Hecate stretched a bit, starting to get a bit bored with this place. Ah, all the screening they had to go through - and she smiled a bit at the thought of the weird readings they might get from her. There'd been... ah... a fair bit of tweaking done to the genome by her time, even if it wasn't obvious on the outside (an intentional choice, that). Eventually, though, she did wander into the elevator, vaguely amused at the process they'd set up here.

Scath isn't all that good with subtlety when it comes to language. He doesn't think that way. So implied wanting to see something isn't likely to sift through. In this case though, the player also didn't realize that is what he was going for.

Once he's done eating, Scath looks around, as if waiting for a door to the outside, or whatever the strange human wants next.

"Of course." say the two men at once, while the redhead just smiles at Pierce. it wasn't a no..

"We're actually playing Texas Hold'em. Would you believe Texas isn't even a state here? It still belongs to spain, so it's the European Union and all that, but my home's just... not here!" grinned one of the men, the one not in a suit. "But still. This place is better than anywhere else I've gone. I've never been put up in a place like this before."

The redhead looked Pierce over. "Am I to assume that you are?" she didn't seem to be paying any attention to the other two men at the moment.

One by one the group would go to the room, as described outside of filter for reasons now obvious! The same woman is there in all cases.

For Hecate and Scath's specific approach, there is also a man, same basic accent, with short, spiky hair. He seems exceptionally interested in whichever gadgets the two happen to have. He calls himself Kanye when he interacts with you.

In the case of Hecate... he's really interested in the suit, the gun which isn't normal (to his eyes, at least), her batteries, and whatever else he can manage to find out.

For Scath, on the other hand, he's entirely interested in the orbs.

If you explicitly want me to roleplay out the interactions, let me know. I know one of you tends not to, and the other tends to, and the rest of you seem to be on the fence. :p

RJ awaits his turn to go into the room scratching his ear. when he is lead in he suffers through poking and prodding, curious if they have any way to tell what he is other then his shadow.

Scath hisses when they draw blood, and he shows fangs enough to indicate that this portion of the exam should be minimized as much as possible.

Once that's done, he carefully wriggles out of his armor, the small straps and lines tugged on. He's beginning to get a bit concerned about the lack of upkeep on the armor, one of his allies used to do it for him. Fortunately the magic inherent in it helps tremendously.

He carefully opens the saddlebag.

Then he rolls the two orbs out onto the table. However, if the man reaches for one, he smacks the hand hard (without claws, but then shows the claws). The orbs are very much look but no touch. Of course, he doesn't understand advanced tech, so sensors and such that are hand held are fine

"Don't touch the suit." Hecate said bluntly. "I doubt I'll be here long, and I might still need it where I'm going." Probably best to avoid mentioning to them how effective it could be at helping her hide... "I did promise to trade a battery if you can supply me with certain things. Has that been happening yet?" she inquired.

For RJ, everything goes swimmingly. ...for now!

"Of course." say the two men at once, while the redhead just smiles at Pierce. it wasn't a no..

"We're actually playing Texas Hold'em. Would you believe Texas isn't even a state here? It still belongs to spain, so it's the European Union and all that, but my home's just... not here!" grinned one of the men, the one not in a suit. "But still. This place is better than anywhere else I've gone. I've never been put up in a place like this before."

The redhead looked Pierce over. "Am I to assume that you are?" she didn't seem to be paying any attention to the other two men at the moment.

One by one the group would go to the room, as described outside of filter for reasons now obvious! The same woman is there in all cases.

For Hecate and Scath's specific approach, there is also a man, same basic accent, with short, spiky hair. He seems exceptionally interested in whichever gadgets the two happen to have. He calls himself Kanye when he interacts with you.

In the case of Hecate... he's really interested in the suit, the gun which isn't normal (to his eyes, at least), her batteries, and whatever else he can manage to find out.

For Scath, on the other hand, he's entirely interested in the orbs.

If you explicitly want me to roleplay out the interactions, let me know. I know one of you tends not to, and the other tends to, and the rest of you seem to be on the fence. :p

"Texas is that big dry one next to the state of Mexico right? once he gets an answer he to the lady when her question is asked, he raises one eyebrow "why you can assume whatever you wish

Hecate proceeded to elaborate on a number of tools that could be used to create things - guns, mostly, and specifically the tools her implant told her were okay to share with people at this kind of technology level. Several of them, of course, were basically just early prototypes from her view... but capable enough to be used to create other tools later on. "Development is much easier when you start with a power source." she added. "Once you can output power as you like, you can start making tools limited by your imagination, not by the practical limits of small amounts of power. That's when things really take off."

If Hecate gets a 3D printer, could her implant give her the information to quickly design and print a 3D printer she could carry around? That could work as the 'lab/tools' portion for future crafting requirements.