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James stands and interrupts Chuckles, All accusations and evidence must be in written form, Chuckles, you are fined 100 credits for accusing an equal ranked citizen. Now, file your accusations with evidence int he proper format. GM only: Spoiler: Chuckles straightens his jumpsuit, sits down with a defiant glare on his face, and proceeds to record his accusations towards Liam. He also adds an extra note on his report accusing Liam of somehow tampering with his slug thrower at some point.
GM only: Spoiler: Chuckles stands up and blurts out, "WHERE ARE MY PILLS?"
Then he notices Liam sitting apart from the rest of the team. Without his happiness pills to keep him chipper, he automatically starts shouting accusations, "It was Liam! He did it! We failed because of him. Can't you all see? He was the only one to survive. Coincidence? I think not!!! TAKE HIM AWAY AT ONCE! AND WHERE ARE MY PILLS?"
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Spoiler: Just waiting patiently until I come to. So no real contributions from me until then I suppose.
Chuckles mumbles something about his precious pills as he slumps to the floor. GM only:
Spoiler: Any ETA on how long we'll be out?
** spoiler omitted ** Bahahahahahahahaha!!!!!
GM only: Spoiler: So I suppose I didn't get to see anything amidst melting my gun and whatever just happened?...ruh roh.
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Spoiler: oops I didn't roll to shoot my foot.
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What can I see with my x ray vision? What do I see the other troubleshooters doing? Do I see any suspicious activity? Here's hoping that everyone else is either blinded by the flash, or the dark. Chuckles is really desperate to make this look like an accident. He shoots himself in the left foot. "I'm hit! Those commie scum HIT ME! What's going on? Can anyone see anything? Hahahaha wow this really hurts! Oh man! Hahaha I can't find my pills!! I heard multiple shots! Who else is hit? Hee hee hee where are my pills?! "
Chuckles loses his previous focus once the unexpected beam of light flashes in his eyes, and reacts by viscerally shouting. Incoherently at first. His wails turn into a high pitched cackle, followed by, "If you commie scum don't give yourselves up now, we'll have no choice but to blast you out! We know you're in here! I'm--hahhahahaha-- I'm getting impatient!" Chuckles starts jerkily spinning around, darting his eyes, and waving his slughthrower recklessly in the air above his head in a show of arrogant dominance. "You have ::cackle:: no idea who you're dealing with, you filthy slime!!" GM only:
Spoiler: I sure hope that Chuckles' slugthrower "accidentally" goes off in the face of one of his team mates while he's ranting and losing all his wits. . I'll spend 5pp to make sure he hits one team member. Let's say...Whoo, just for the hell of it. He hasn't died yet. How could Chuckles be so careless as to leave his finger on the trigger like that?!
Actually, since my secret mission is to kill my team, I'm going all out, chucking in an extra 5pp for some kind of chain reaction with my second roll. What if Chuckles hits one member, they topple over into another, and so on? (Is someone still holding those precious flame globes?) After all, this equipment is experimental, no one would blame me if there was a malfunction...would they? ::cough:: P.S. If I do succeed in any of the "accidental" shooting, did I happen to see any secret/treasonous gear or mutations of my team mates prior to the light turning on? I suppose that matters less at this point
GM only: Spoiler: In that case, Chuckles takes this rare opportunity to sneak a peek at his team members with his x-ray vision. He's looking to spot any suspicious or treasonous gear, or possibly even evidence of mutant or commie behavior in his team mates. Add 5PP because I'm itching to find out what my own team members are hiding from me!
As the door slams shut, Chuckles gesticulates to the team in reaction to the movement in the room, completely forgetting the fact that no longer can his teammates spot his actions. You hear the sound of Chuckles shuffling footsteps proceed further into the room. GM only:
Spoiler: So I can see no people, but can he see anything else? The layout of the room? Is there any furniture, crates, and such that people can be hiding behind? If so, I'll approach the nearest cover with caution and my slug thrower leading the way in case anyone is lying in wait. to use x-ray vision.
GM only: Spoiler: Thank you for the vote of confidence, benevolent GM!
Chuckles gives his brass knuckles a solemn, longing look, gives them a quick kiss, whispers something bizarrely compassionate to them about being patient, then snaps into action and readies his slug thrower. He crouches down low to the ground, hunches over, and stealthily tiptoes over into 1X-Orange-317 with no hesitation or sign of fear. Behind his back, he begins making a series of hand signals to the rest of the team members. What he is attempting to communicate is completely unintelligible and random. You're not sure if he's telling everyone to fan out, indicating any acquired targets, or is simply adjusting a stubborn wedgie in his jumpsuit. But for the first time since meeting Chuckles, he actually seems calm, focused, and confident. GM only:
Spoiler: Is the room dark or lit? If the lights are out and/or if Chuckles sees no one in the room, he attempts to use his x-ray vision to acquire any hidden targets. to succeed. Also I burn 5 perversity points to not be caught using my mutant power.
Chuckles, Whatt, Liam** spoiler omitted ** GM only: Spoiler:
Thank you. I would like to add my 2 points to pharmatherapy.
"So...Mister New Guy...you like pills do ya? That'll make my job easy!" ::giggle:: Chuckles picks out a couple of pills from his supply, bows deeply while sputtering laughter, and presents a pair of pills to Who. "Pop-pop-fizz-fizz! Happiness is my biz!" ::guffaw::. Chuckles starts to close up his kit, but then realizing something, opens it back up and quickly collects several pills in his hand. "Now that I think about it, we all need to be topped off a bit before our big mission. hmm, fellas?" Chukles pops some in his mouth, then proceeds to offer two to each team member with an energized grin on his face. GM Only:
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Who has received two Wakey Wakey pills
"Now come on, team! Let's not just stand here, let's get to work!" Chuckles kneels in the corner to gather up all of his supplies, eagerly awaiting the long-awaited mission! GM Only:
Spoiler: When everyone becomes distracted with their preparations for the mission, Chuckles sends 3 messages to Whatt on his PDC. Same untracable, anonymous source as before. Hopefully Chuckles has the skill to delay the timing on the messages to send after Whatt's meds take effect, and he is hopefully high strung by then! The messages are as follows: "WITH NEW BLOOD COMES NEW TREASON!"
And the computer is even more forgiving...ever had a grenade go off in your pocket for no reason? Yup, Treason Karma...LoL::shifty eyes::
::shifty eyes::
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Spoiler: I purchsed the following on Cbay and recall that they were just all mixed together. Xanitrick (Wakey-Wakey) tablet (IR) 1cr
My pharmatherapy is a 7. I'm going to assume the little black friend is a solid black pill. But for the other pills, I will roll to identify (in the order they are listed), , ,
"I've....got..." ::uproarious laughter:: Chuckles shoves his fist dangerously close to Whatt's face to show off his brass knuckles."And let's not forget about the experimental !" Where did Chuckles just whip that thing out from? "Oh, and of course there's my laser pistol." "How about you, Liam?" Chuckles talks directly into the camera lens. "What have you got? Where's the precious....flazer?" ::cackle::
GM only: Spoiler: d'oh that was a bad roll.
"Alright, finally we're on the move!"
Spoiler: OK Whatt is shameless with his devotion to the computer. I would love to know once and for all what society he belongs to.
"Come on, Whatt. Let's get a move on! Those commies are cruisin' for a bruisin'. They're hankerin' for a spankerin'. They're bleatin' for a beatin'...I'm running out of patience and rhymes!" Chuckles pauses to pop a happiness pill, closes his eyes calmly, and appears to drift away into deep thought. Then his eyes pop open and bug out, then he announces, "I'll race you guys! Who's up for another RACE?!!?" He begins to warm up by running in place, shuffling his feet at alarming speed.
Chuckles can't contain his laughter at the absurdity of seeing his team leader being dragged off into the distance. First, Chuckles points and laughs right at Sam's vacant face. Then he turns to his new team leader, continuing to point and laugh. Finally, he points right into the eye of Liam's camera and completely loses it. He almost trips and falls right into Liam from his uncontrollable laughter.
Chuckles gives Whatt a pat on the back and throws his arm around him, while cracking open the B3 with his teeth. "Relaaaax Whatty boy. These fellas aren't here to rain on our happy parade. Are ya, fellas?" Chuckles holds his can high in the air and toasts, "To the ::snicker:: omnipotent computer, who provides us with this fine elixir that gives us the cheer to grin from ear to ear!" Chuckles clinks his can with all the others, guzzles a huge gulp, and lets out a huge, shameless belch right in Sam's face. "Come on, Sam! Aren't you going to join in with the impromptu festivities?" Chuckles bursts into a contagious bout of laughter for no apparent reason. GM only:
Spoiler: Any course of action if the absent members of our group don't become active again soon?
"Gracious, Whatt. That sounds simply AWFUL! I mean, the time wasted to engage in such Tomfoolery is...::chuckle:: simply ludicrous! And you say you can't trace the source, pal?" Chuckles gives Whatt a comforting pat on the back, and then leans in uncomfortably close Whatt:
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"Are you absolutely sure you don't know the source? It's OK. You can tell me! You're our loyalty officer, and I am 100% loyal. I've been suspecting a traitor in our midst for some time now. All we need is some concrete evidence pal, and if you ever come running to me in need of any extra ::Chuckles gestures towards his supply of pills:: ...I won't hesitate to help my good chum. No questions asked."
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Spoiler: In order to convince Whatt that I am being sincere, if he feels inclined to doubt me, . Hopefully that can combat his urges to accuse my loyalty to the group.
Also, when no one is looking, I would like to send a message to my own PDC, making the message appear anonymous, and untraceable. The message should read, "TRUE HAPPINESS LIES IN THE DESTRUCTION OF THE COMPUTER!"
Chuckles stops doing jumping jacks, and coyly elbows Whatt in the ribs, and says suggestively, "You sure do seem to be getting a lot of communique there, Whatty-Boy." Chuckles give Whatt a quick wink, and jokes, "Got an important meeting or something? Heh heh." Then Chuckles breaks the awkward silence with an equally awkward question, "Hey, chums...anyone happen to have on them a spare can of B3 I could whet my whistle with? A little cardio goes a long way, if you know what I mean...I could really handle some refreshment. Hmm? Anyone?" Chukles spins excitedly back and forth on the balls of his feet, aiming 'finger pistols' and clucking his tongue at each of his team mates, expectantly. "Anyone?" Spoiler: Thank you for the PP
Chuckles pats Liam on the shoulder and tells him, "You, Liam? Lighten up, chum. I remember giving you a double dose of happiness, it shouldn't have worn off already. ::hyuk hyuk:: Hey! I know what'll cheer ya up! Some good ol' jumping jacks! one TWO one TWO one TWO! Come on, Liam! You can do it! Let those endorphins go to work for ya!" Chuckles starts to believe his own hype and breaks into a jumping jacks routine, huffing and puffing, with a toothsome grin plastered on his red face.
Chuck: ** spoiler omitted ** GM only: Spoiler:
I would like for Whatt to be under the impression that the computer is sending these disturbing messages "Who needs some freshening up?!?" Chuckles shakes his new supply of pills that he's received from the PLC in a tantalizing fashion, and helps himself to not one, not two, but THREE little black pills with red dots.
Chuck: ** spoiler omitted ** GM only: Spoiler: rolls for each PDC message: "THE COMPUTER IS NOT A GOD, AND YOU ARE A FOOL!" "THE ALL KNOWING COMPUTER HAS TURNED A BLIND EYE ON YOUR POINTLESS EXISTENCE!" "THE COMPUTER IS VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU, WHATT-R-BTL!" "LOYALTY IS FUTILE!" "YOU LIVE TO SERVE ONLY YOURSELF!" "TOTAL DESTRUCTION IS THE ANSWER!" "IGNORANCE WILL BE YOUR DOWNFALL! YOUR HAPPINESS WON'T SAVE YOU NOW!"
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Spoiler: I forgot to add, the messages on Whatt's PDC are intended to be from an anonymous source. Not going for credibility, just messing with his head.
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Is Chuckles able to identify the new pills he purchased from CBay? trying out the new paizo dice roll, hope it works. Chuckles admires his own reflection in his new brass knuckles. "Come on, everyone! I'm itching to give these babies a try!" Chuckles runs back towards Sam and while he awaits the rest of the team to catch up, he starts tapping away impatiently at his PDC, still catching occasional glimpses of his fancy new weapon, which only seems to fuel his eagerness. He begins to chortle under his breath. GM only:
Spoiler: Chuckles is trying out his PDC hacking ability to toy with his team mates' fragile sensibilities. He first picks an easy target, Whatt. Being careful not to let his message be traced back to his own PDC, he begins to type in blasphemous anti-computer messages hoping to eventually get under Whatt's computer butt-kissin' skin. When Whatt picks up to receive his new messages, they are plentiful and say many hateful things, including, but not limited to:
"THE COMPUTER IS NOT A GOD, AND YOU ARE A FOOL!" "THE ALL KNOWING COMPUTER HAS TURNED A BLIND EYE ON YOUR POINTLESS EXISTENCE!" "THE COMPUTER IS VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU, WHATT-R-BTL!" "LOYALTY IS FUTILE!" "YOU LIVE TO SERVE ONLY YOURSELF!" "TOTAL DESTRUCTION IS THE ANSWER!" "IGNORANCE WILL BE YOUR DOWNFALL! YOUR HAPPINESS WON'T SAVE YOU NOW!" etc. etc. to succeed. Chuckles is ready to wring his hands together in satisfaction as Whatt hopefully cracks...and he's not against aiding his little ploy with the use of certain pharmaceuticals in the near future.
Chuckles forgets the pills and reiterates his previous sentiment, "As I was saying....CHUCKLES KNUCKLES! WOO! SMASH [/i]::snicker::[i]"
"DAW JEEZ NOT THIS AGAIN!" Chuckles gropes around for his pills.
Chuckles gets all kinds of antsy and tries on his new brass knuckles! "Bwahahahaa! Come on, team! I want to go give some commie twerp the taste of CHUCKLES KNUCKLES!" He raises his fist up in the air triumphantly. To GM:
Spoiler: Was the purchase for a set of brass knuckles (2)? Or just for one hand?
Chuckles mumbles something insulting under his breath, then turns to face the attendant to address him in an melodramatically cheerful tone, "You know! Sir! You are really taking your job seriously! I sure hope that your happiness officer is taking good care of you. So you don't...crack under the pressure. Now unless you have a problem with the way I filled out the form, I'll be on my merry way!" Spoiler: Chuckles is getting a bit grumpy lately, being that he has not taken any happiness pills since this clone came along
Chuckles smiles widely through his frustration towards the attendant, "Why, what a fun request! Why would I want to venture out and test my new equipment when I could stand here all day and fill out paper work until my fingers go numb? Can anyone think of anything this excellent? HA HA! hand me that pen there, Sir. This is going to be just..a THRILL." Chuckles tries his hardest to cover up his sarcasm.
The clerk grabs all the papers from you, "NONONONO, Gather your gear BEFORE you fill out the paperwork! Haven't you trouble shooters ever been to a self-serve PLC before?" Chuckles continues in his dramatic tone, "Gracious me, isn't that just the darnedest thing? I could have sworn the sign said, 'Fill out forms and hand to attendant prior to removal of the computer's property from Self-Serve PLC.' But go figure. You know your job backwards and forwards, don't you, Sir? Well, don't count on me to be contrary!" Chuckles quickly snatches the paperwork from the attendant, tucks the forms under his arm, goes and retrieves his CBay items, and then hands the form back to the attendant nonchalantly. "There we are, everything in order! You have a fantastic day, now." Chuckles struts away from the PLC... GM only:
Spoiler: Spoiler!
After Whatt steps aside, Chuckles saunters confidently up to the PLC, and in baritone voice, addresses the attendant in his most convincing professional tone, "Good day to you, Sir. I am interested in procuring multiple CBay purchases under my name. If you would so kindly hand me one of those forms, I would be more than happy to fill it out efficiently, as I'm sure you are a very important man with important duties to attend to this fine day." Chuckles fills out the forms as carefully as he can, resisting the urge to speed read or sign with an X. "There you go good, kind Sir. You will find that everything is in order here, and I will now leave you to tend to your superior duties. As we all know, time is happiness, and I'm sure you have a lot of work to do. You have a HAPPY day now, Sir. And might I just add, that orange is really an attractive colour on you. It gives you both a handsome and commanding presence." Chuckles resists the urge to break character, he really wants to just giggle and do an eager tippy-toe dance over to his awaited CBay purchases. Instead, he gives the attendant an approving nod, and proceeds slowly but surely over to the compartment where his CBay items are being stored and stifles his pent up laughter. GM only
Spoiler: First of all, Chuckles does not yet attempt to pick up any of the CBay items, he secretly expects the attendant to tell him he's done something wrong and that other orange citizen with the flame thrower has made him a bit more on edge than usual. But Chuckles hopes that he put on a convincing performance and can proceed without incident. To assure Chuckles' success in smooth talking the attendant; 1d20=8
Chuckles' eyes narrow in on Sam's face as he denies the possession of a yellow laser pistol. "Yes, because that would be bad, wouldn't it Sam? Bad to be concealing a weapon higher than your own clearance. That could get you in a lot of trouble with your superiors..." He glances over at the rest of the group, "Or even your peers..." Chuckles rubs his chin thoughtfully, trailing off the subject, then in an obvious manner, he points behind Sam overzealously and screams "HEY LOOK, A SECURITY CAMERA!" GM only: Spoiler: This is a spoiler! You are reading it!
Chuckles shuffles backwards towards the door in an attempt to exit without getting torched by the orange citizen. He eyes the yellow laser pistol on the floor. "Hey uh...someone had better confiscate that doozy before it causes any more trouble." Chuckles glares in Sam's direction with what can't be deciphered as a grin of elation, accusation, or just madness. Now come on, pals. GM only:
Spoiler: For my skill focus, if it is allowed, I would like to employ some sort of 'ultimate PDC hacking' ability. I have an "unlikely" skill of hacking (17) as it is, so I would love to be able to toy with my fellow team members by posing as their own secret society contacts, or perhaps just convincing them they have a menacing PDC virus. Chuckles wants to begin operation: get under their skin. Oh I guess I've probably already been getting under their skin from the start! Well, now he wants to put it in overdrive.
GM only: Spoiler: yes.
OK seriously? Mo is given one black pill with a red dot and one red pill with a black stripe Sam gets one black pill with a red dot and one black pill with a red stripe Liam gets two black pills with red dots Whoops gets a red pill with a black stripe, and a black pill with a red stripe Whatt (is he even here?) Gets two black pills with red stripes The rest of what Chuckles puts in his pocket are all black pills with red dots.
Chuckles starts screaming in a random, hyper stream-of-consciousness, "THIS IS NOT HAPPINESS! YOU PEOPLE NEED SERIOUS HELP! YELLOW LASER FIRE! LASER FIRE! WHOOPS GO SPLAT! OTHER WHOOPS GO THUD! NNNNAKED! WATCH OUT, FLYING MO! THIS IS SO NOT HAPPINESS! WHY AREN'T YOU HAPPY?! ...AAAAHH FLAMETHROWER!" Through a sputter of uncontrolled laughter, Chuckles cautiously lays his weapon down, raises his hands in the air, and addresses Expl-O-SIV, "D-DON'T SHOOT! I J-just need to treat my team for their dangerously inadequate happiness levels!" He slowly reaches into his pocket with one hand, while keeping the other hand in the air, to appear as non-threatening as possible. From out of his pocket, he reveals the entire remainder of his pills. His hand is shaking. He manages to stutter nervously through all the bursts of laughter, "Hey! G-uh-guys! heh heh...I've got just the trick to calm everyone down, OK? Ju-Just everyone DOWN!" Chuckles mumbles to himself, "Well, if rationing doesn't do the trick..." Chuckles carefully shuffles across the floor, in denial of all the hostility and chaos, and despite the impending shoot out, he pries each team member's mouth open with his bony fingers and feeds each member 2 pills. He places the remaining pills back in his pocket without dosing himself, raises his hands in the air again, and backs slowly into the corner, returning to where his slugthrower lies on the ground. "EVERYONE -hehheh- CAH-CALM DOWN! Everything will sort itself out now. Everything will b-be HAPP-EEEEHEHEHEHE!"
Chuckles reacts the only way he can. His uproarious laughter fills the room as he watches the chaos unfold. Eventually, he calms down and grabs the B3 can that just bounced off of Whoops. He cracks the can open, and pours B3 over Liam's flaming skull to douse the inferno. Then he sips the last bit from the can, turns to his team nonchalantly and states, "Well that was unexpected."
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Spoiler: To ensure the success of my torching Liam in an epic twist of irony, I will throw in three more points (for a total of 15). ::fingers crossed::
Liam sees the globe move in slow motion as he drops down putting his megaphone down and springing back up catching the globe neatly. In an act driven purely by adrenaline, Chuckles swings the slugthrower at the globe to hit it back to Liam. "OH I GET IT! A GAME TO TEST OUT THE EQUIPMENT! HOW FUNNNN! Catch, Liam, CATCH! Yeeehehehehee!" GM only: Spoiler: I want to spend twelve (12) points to get most of the flame onto Liam. Seriously. The dude threw a globe of FLAME at me without warning! hahaha let's make a mess this. 1d20=4
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nudge nudge wink wink. Chuckles prances giddily up to the array of weaponry. Wriggling his fingers in excitement and anticipation, he quickly snatches up the slugthrower, cradling and caressing it protectively like a child with a new toy. Just as Sam tosses the flame globes, Chuckles ducks out of the way, hollering, "Watch out, Sammy boy! You'll damage MY equipment!" He strokes the precious, precious slughthrower. Chuckles takes a quick glance at the team and comes to a conclusion, "You know what I think, chums? I think everyone's taking themselves a bit too seriously lately. But it's nothing a little visit from the 'Doctor TEE HEE' can't cure." He digs in his pocket and presents a meager supply of pills that he scrounged off the floor left in the wake of Chuckles-R-DRR-1's freakout and subsequent demise. "Looks like we're going to have to ration these until I can repelnish my supply, kids. We don't want to run out of happiness when it matters the most." Chuckles puts all but one pill back in his pocket, places the single pill on the ground, breaks it with the butt of the slugthrower, and doles out the fragments to his team. "Sam. Mo. You two seem particularly stern as of late, you two can share my portion." Chuckles breaks the last sliver in two and places the crumbly bits into Mo and Sam's hands. Then he notices small particles left over on the floor, wipes them up with his finger, and eagerly rubs the remnants onto his gums, making unappetizing sucking and slurping noises. "Now don't worry about ol' Chuckles. I can subsist just fine off of a tiny supply of laughy-dust and...my own natural glee!" ::cackle:: He carelessly points towards his own head and taps it with the barrel of the slugthrower. "I've got all the happiness I could ever need stowed away! Right in here!" ::tap tap:: He fixes a stupefied grin on his face, causing him to look both jubilant and vacant.
After Chuckles takes a moment to stretch his twisted limbs, and gives his neck a good readjusting, he comes to the quick realization that he doesn't have his happiness kit on him. He anxiously begins patting his pockets, turning them inside out in search of happy pills. "My...my pills. Where are my pills?!" His eyes dart across the floor where he spots the remains of a few stray pills from when his predecessor was scattered himself. Chuckles gets down on the floor, frantically combing the area with his shaking hands and shoving any stray pills into his pockets urgently. He tries to cover his mouth but can't help but laugh uncontrollably at the horrendous sight of Tataz. Ignoring Mo's request, Chuckles screeches through the laughter, "I have GOT to get my hands on one of those rockets." He rubs his hands together in an unsavoury manor.
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