accesses PDC
"No, Hygiene is important, we wouldn't want to be killed by traitors because we were too distracted by one of our own"
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."
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"
"I concur, sir. In fact, I'm sure you'll find my cavaties quite pleasant."
"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?"
"That is correct Horton, but then again, said citizen would then be responsible for your condition"
"It was just a decanting fart. Heck I'm a fresh clone! Ahem, due to the shameful behavior of my progenitor which I in no way intend to repeat. Yup, Horton-TPK-2 is loyal to the core! And happy, too!"
Boris:
Mission Countdown: 2:00:21
"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."
"Very well Citizen!"
"Let us depart"
OOC: is the other orange citizen still with us?
The orange citizen will be conducting a bit of his own business, so you have chance to split up a little here and try to accomplish some personal goals. Tru is going to struggle a bit since he's responsible for the big bot that are lugging around.
"Team Leader Boris, permission to shop, sir?"
"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."
<Horton turns off his camera.>
<Horton goes shopping for a...>
GM EYES:
Bob goes into the stands and...
Uh-huh...wish I had known that BEFORE...
Drags the box to the nearest stall, and buys,
then hurry back to the lift
"Permission to shop granted"
GM
1 GREEN pistol barrel
2 grenades
2 gauss gas shells
1 gauss gun
1 spoon
1 can of red spray paint
Tru, you should read back posts...
<Horton keeps the camera in his bag so as not to make anyone nervous.>
Bob
Bob goes into the stands and...
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Boris
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Logan
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Boris
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"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
yes
** spoiler omitted **Boris
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Then I rush back to the lift!
When you return Boris is sitting on the box, picking the stuff out of my nails with his shiny new knife. With a sword strapped to his hip.
GM:
"Hey, Boris. Nice uhh... sword." Logan says, eyeing him warily. Then perkily, "Look! I got nice spoon!"
"Nice....spoon"
Bob walks up carrying an innocuous-looking box.
"Nice, uhh, sword, Boris."
GM EYES:
Bob
Bob walks up carrying an innocuous-looking box.
"Nice, uhh, sword, Boris."
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Horton
<Horton goes shopping for a...>
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GM:
Logan shows Bob the spoon. "Hey Bob, Check out my new spoon!"
Bob
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"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
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Tim runs up, checking his PDC
"22 seconds to spare! Here's your cola, Team Leader. Woah. Big sword. Nice spoon, Logan."
"Thanks Tim!" pops the top on the B3, and has a refreshing drink of Bubbly brew... "I owe you one"
"Luckily I found a weapons stall with some nice Red clearance weapons for sale, right there" points to the stall nearest them
<Innocently barters off in a corner.>
GM EYES ONLY:
"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."