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MO! ** spoiler omitted ** To GM: So I've got the Hygiene kit and the lasers. The B3 has a Buy It Now for 100 credits. Sold. I'm sure I can justify the expense if anyone calls me on it. Do I have to wait for this stuff to arrive or is it just sitting on the shelf in the back?
Mo hugs his flame globe crates and mutters incoherent happy messages I'm so happy the lights are back on! Who knows what evil CMTs could have perpetrated when no one can see what they are doing! Mo idly wonders how long it will take for his stuff to arrive, since he just placed his order.
Mo: ** spoiler omitted ** To GM:
What does this limited license say? Did I have time to read it before the offer expires? I still purchased the bot anyway, but it would be nice to know what it requires that I do. :)
What is the delivery time on those objects? Oh no! They lights are out! My flame globes! Mo gropes around in the dark trying to find his crates so that he can protect his precious, precious flame globes. To GM: Mo is going to stay low to the ground as he moves around, hopefully that way he avoids any weapons fire that should be going around at head or chest level.
If I can find the crates and manage to open one I want to attack the darkness. Take a flame globe and roll (not throw) it into the middle of the room. Hopefully someone will step or fall on it. Also, I want to tip the empty crate over so it looks like it was knocked over and the globe just fell out because the orange technician did a horrible job of packing it.
"What's your name shooter? Mo-R-ATM? Look here..." As he points to the screen. "Your team was each authorized 1000 credits with which to purchase gear on CBay for your current mission. [COMMIE KILL CRAZY CHECK OUT INTERRUPTION] or at least that's what it says here..." Now like I said, there are terminals by the door, or you can use your PDC." Wait, someone authorized 1000 credits for me to purchase gear? Wow! Why didn't any of you guys tell me that I had 1000 credits to buy stuff with? Mo rushes over to the computer terminal with a huge grin on his face and starts flipping through items trying to find something applicable to his position as a hygiene officer on a troubleshooter team. To GM: Hurray! I'll look for 20 red laser barrels, 1 roll at a time. With 20 chances I should be able to find at least one right?! ;)
Items I'm looking for:
Three C-Bay rolls 1d20=6, 1d20=17, 1d20=2 Oh! I want to spend 1 perversity point to get that scrubbot. Please?! I can do without the laser barrels if I've got a functioning scrubbot. :D
Mo briefly looks over the items available before leaving everything on the shelf where it was. Nope, I don't see anything there for me. I guess I'll just have to make do with what I have already. Surely if I needed anything extra, The Computer would have seen fit to assign me some equipment, or at least some money to buy something with. When you are all done in here I'll be just outside! Mo pushes his flame globe crates out into the hallway. Leaning against them, he searches through his pockets, making a mental inventory of everything he has that could assist the team on the mission. To GM: I don't seem to have any money to buy anything with. Is it possible to go into debt in order to purchase equipment for the mission?
While everyone else is busy with filling out forms, I'd like to contact my secret society and see if they have any information for me. If I can get some gear from them it would be even better.
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?" I haven't used a self-serve PLC before. There was that one time where I had to use the one in BOT sector that for some reason was being run by a scrubbot. Now that was an interesting experience let me tell you... Mo rambles on about how thorough that scrubbot was when it came to cleaning, making sure not to leave out any details, while he looks through PLC for his gear. To GM: Okay, so I don't actually have any gear here that I am aware of, but maybe I can find something useful and claim it as my own? All I want for X-MAS is a fully loaded scrubbot. Maybe some other cleaning supplies, or something that could double as cleaning supplies? Sure that bottle of Nitric acid isn't technically a cleaning agent, but it would get the job done, no? How about a weapon? Anything like that?
I'm not sure what if any skill I would need to roll to find/claim any of this stuff. I'm sure I could come up with a decent reasoning why any of the above should have been assigned to me if called on it by the clerk...
Mo rubs his shoulder where he slammed himself into his crate while he joins in on the conversation. Technically Samis right. Thelaser pistolis red, butI clearly recall itshootinga yella laser. It wareally cool thway it went 'ighthrough Whoops! Pewpewpew! Mo makes a gun with his hand and shoots the corpse of Whoops #1
Mo looks overjoyed as everyone starts to move again. He jumps up off his position on the floor and gives Sam a great big hug. You guys are back! Everyone is back! I was so worried! You were all just standing there and no one was moving, not evenwhen Ipoked Chuckles in theeye, he juststood there. Don'tever do thatagain! As Mo speaks, his words start to meld together as his speech speeds up faster and faster. Com'on! Lessgo! Mo gets a running start towards one of his flame globe crates and slams his shoulder into it at full speed, hopefully with the crate aimed straight at the door to R&D. WHEE!
Mo is confused. Everyone else in R&D had stopped moving. They were still breathing, but no one was reacting to anything that was going on, like that frightening, high pitched beeping sound that was slowly getting faster and faster. Mo walks up to Sam and waves his hand in front of Sam's face looking for any reaction, but doesn't get anything. Hello? Is anyone still alive around here? Liam? Chuckles? Whatt? Whoops? Why is everyone ignoring me?! Mo curls up in a ball and begins to rock back and forth. Every couple seconds a laugh escapes from his lips between his worried muttering.
Sam was more referring to the functional one the guy was wearing, but it seems unlikely he'd need that field tested.
If he can find some way to get a good grip on it, Mo attempts to lift one of the crates for his flame globes and starts off towards the door back out of the testing range. He hopes to get out of the line of fire before anyone does anything stupid to get them all toasted. To GM: Just a quick question about my equipment. What exactly is a hottorch? I'm assuming more along the lines of cigarette lighter and not blowtorch.
If I'm not mistaken, I think the only item that hasn't yet been claimed are the Will-Y Petes. Whoops was assigned the flamethrower, Whatt has the hand flamer, I have the flame globes, Chuckles has the Slugthrower and I'm pretty sure Liam claimed the Flazer. If you would rather have my flame globes, I'd be willing to trade for the Will-Y Petes. To GM: I almost forgot to add my spoiler to the end of this post! Gotta keep up appearances you know.
Mo had thought he was doing a good job of defusing the situation by tackling the only currently living hostile member of his group, but it seems that Expl-O-SIV has done a much better job of it. Everyone freeze's at the sight of the flamethrower. Imminent death is a very good motivator for people to behave themselves. Sir! Yes Si-gaugh! What commie mutant traitor came up with the flavour for those pills? Blech! Mo get's up off the ground, not exactly being very considerate of where he places his hands as he uses Sam to prop himself up. He carefully backs away from Expl-O-SIV, with his hands held out in front of him, towards his padded crates, but is interrupted by a naked Liam. I'll take care of that in just a moment. I think it would be prudent if we left R&D before we get everything sorted out. Mo looks nervously at the flamethrower that is still pointed at him. Would someone mind giving me a hand with these crates? They look a little large to carry on my own. To GM: Woo! New skill point! Oh thank you for your abundant generosity oh wise and illustrious GM! New point going into Demolitions.
Would demolitions make it possible to decrease the delay on those grenades between when the pin is pulled and the explosion?
Mo is disgusted the attitude of his fellow troubleshooters and their dereliction of duty. First the carelessness of Sam when dealing with the experimental equipment, then his trigger unhappiness. Chuckles doesn't seem to know how to do anything except laugh. Liam, well there isn't anything wrong with Liam. Yet. He did only just show up. Whoops seems disturbingly homicidal. Whatt seems to have wandered off at some point when Mo wasn't looking. Mo decides that some things need to change and that starts with the team leader who's decidedly unhappy state of mind is negatively affecting the rest of the group. Mo attempts to tackle Sam before this get's even more out of hand. To GM: Wow. Dice rollers hate me. When I'm playing D&D I never get anything over 10. Out of three rolls so far I've got 17, 11 and guess what just showed up?! Unarmed attack (1d20=20) I obviously don't have Machine Empathy. This is going to hurt. *braces for impact*
Screw it. Add ten (10) perversity points to that to bring the result down to 10.
As Chuckles swings his slug thrower like a funball bat at the flame globe, Mo follows the trajectory of the little ball with a perverse fascination as it smashes into Liam's face and engulfs his head in flames. Wow! Did anyone else see that? He was all "Ha!" And then Chuckles was like "Whee!" and then Liam was all "OH NOES!" and then his head went "FWOOSH!" Mo punctuates each statement with enthusiastic hand motions, finishing by throwing his hands up in the air as he says "FWOOSH!" He finishes up by snapping a few pictures of Liam's burnt head before turning back to the group in time to see Whoops attempt to immolate Sam. What are you doing? Sam didn't light Liam on fire! Mo, unsure of what to do when confronted by an manic Whoops, does the only thing he can think of. He grabs his can of B3 and throws it at Whoops hoping to save Sam from his imminent flame broiling. To GM: Okay, so saving other clones isn't the whole point of the game, Whoops is out of line when it was Chuckles that took out Liam. Thrown Weapons (1d20=11) I'm not really trying too hard to stop him, but I'm certainly trying to make myself look good what with all the cameras in the area right? :)
Mo is shocked, shocked! at the wanton destruction of his assigned experimental gear, but since it's being used, he might as well snap a few images with his PDC of the effects to go into the report on the flame globes effectiveness. To GM: No perversity point spending here. I'd rather keep the points for the time being.
Mo looks at the crushed up bits of pill sitting in his hand and tries to identify what the heck it is. Thanks Chuckles, I hadn't noticed a change in my attitude, but I guess that's why they made you the happiness officer and not me! To GM:
Yeah, tried to identify this stuff with Pharmatherapy. I'm pretty good at it, but not this good. Pharmatherapy (1d20=17) Hey Chuckles? Do you mind if I go get a glass of water to wash this down with?
While everyone else is busy looking over all the experimental items and deciding just which one they would like to take, Mo wanders over to check on Tataz corpse. Since Tataz obviously has no use for any of her equipment anymore, Mo helps himself to any computer assigned equipment that might be useful. To GM:
And by useful, I mean anything and everything I can get. Functional or not. Preferably without getting myself covered in charcoal stains if possible. :) Mo taps a quick message into his PDC before rejoining the rest of the group, hoping he hasn't missed anything important what with all the explosions and the screaming going on all around him. SOUNDS SIMPLE TO ME. TEST THE EQUIPMENT AND REPORT THE RESULTS. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG WITH THAT RIGHT? Mo goes back to fiddling with his PDC while he waits for Sam to get everything sorted out. To GM: Mo was making a note about the corpse and Chuckles unwillingness to assist in hygiene operations. In addition he's trying to find out if he can somehow acquire a scrubot. He doesn't seem to have any cleaning supplies so what better way to make sure that he's prepared for all possibly hygiene emergencies than having his very own scrubot? :D
I'm assuming "Stop, drop and roll" is going to be a little too useful for a narrow specialty in this mission, but how about "Juggle dangerously volatile weapons?" *rolls for his "conspicuously innocent whistling" specialty*
Mo watches the orange citizen with great interest as he approaches the team leader and begins to speak, or rather shout at the group. As the rocket ignites Tataz, Mo can't help but watch in fascination at the pretty, pretty lights generated by the flaming troubleshooter. After Tataz crumples to the ground and the flames start to die down he turns to Chuckles and relays some instructions. Hey Chuckles, could you go other there and dispose of Tataz body properly? We can't have charred corpses just laying all around Alpha Complex. That's not very hygienic after all. Do you know how hard it is to get charcoal stains out? Mo doesn't wait for an answer, but instead gives Chuckles a light push in the general direction of Tataz smoking corpse, encouraging him to get on with it. Turning back to Expl-O-SIV, Mo tries to get his attention by shouting at him since everyone else is doing it. SO WE JUST HAVE TO TEST OUT THIS EQUIPMENT? WHAT ABOUT THOSE FLAME GLOBES? WHAT DO THEY DO? To GM: Is that grenade within sight? How about the other weapons? What else is going on around us? Any security cameras? Judging by the name, I'm assuming there is plenty of flammables around, anything that could be easily set off?
Chuckles glances up at Mo-R-ATM and furrows his brow as he's being forcefully removed from the crate. "Who are yooouuuoooOW! Oooooh watch it, that really gave my leg a good twist! Or was that my arm? ...Did anyone else hear that crunch?" I didn't hear anything. Did anyone else hear anything? Wasn't "hearing things that no one else can hear" 247th on The Computer's latest "Possible Symptoms of Mutation"? Or was #247 "spontaneously combusts"? I can't remember. We should probably get a docbot to look at you if this continues... To GM:
By reading this spoiler you agree to forfeit all of your credits over to Mo-R-ATM in your next post.
You didn't get a notice? Friend Computer sent me a notice. Surely The Computer wouldn't forget to send the team leader a notice of additional troubleshooter support. Of course I'd be thrilled to serve as your new Hygiene Officer. As they say, "A clean team is a happy team." I'm sure Chuckles will be fine once he's had a chance to walk it off. He's probably still just stiff from being in that crate. Once Chuckles has been untangled, Mo helps him to his feet and falls into place as once the group heads into R&D. To GM: Soon I'll have something to go in these spoilers. I'm tempted to fill all of these with anti-computer slogans.
Always willing to help a fellow citizen in need, Mo attempts to untangle Chuckles limbs from one another. How did you manage to do that? The leg comes out like this and the arm is supposed to twist back around like-no wait that's not it. What if I twist it like this? I know! Mo motions to the other troubleshooters. I need one of you to grab his right leg and pull as hard as you can while I twist this arm back around. That should pop everything back into place! To GM: Every post needs a spoiler. Too bad I'm so horrible at hiding things in plain sight.
The man with the camera zooms in at the new citizen, recording his every move. Mo enthusiastically waves to the camera
Mo-R-ATM briefly wonders why there is a red citizen rolling around on the floor in pain before carefully stepping around the crate out into the hallway and addressing Sam, Leader of Team POZ-422. This is the R&D Incendiary Testing Grounds right? I was supposed to meet up with Troubleshooter Team PZO-224 somewhere around here. You wouldn't happen to have seen any other troubleshooter teams around here have you?
Hey Mo! ** spoiler omitted ** To GM: Hah! I love it. Promotion through incompetence.
I love how not only am I totally incompetent when it comes to nuclear engineering, but also in oratory. I couldn't convince citizens that things are all right even if I did know what I was talking about! I still need to figure out how to integrate this all with his secret society membership. If I'm that bad at nuclear engineering, would attempts at sabotage end up miraculously fixing things? Also, how would you like me to meet up with the rest of the team? Did you want me to describe the journey myself or did you want to run some obstacle before I meet up with everyone? One final question, do I get some equipment later on, or am I on my own, just trying to scrounge whatever I can find? Would it be possible to stop by an infrared market on my way there? I don't have much in the way of credits, but I do have some stuff I could trade. Surely I don't need two bullhorns. Maybe I could pick up a laser barrel in exchange. "The guy at the stall just around the corner was going to trade a red laser barrel for my bullhorn, but I like you, so I wanted to give you first shot at any trades. I'll even throw in a gallon of cold fun if you make that two laser barrels!"
"No, no, no citizens, that couldn't be further from the truth. There is nothing to be worried about. I've been assured that the blue glow you are seeing in the infrared barracks is not from a radiation leak in the reactor on level 6." *Beep!* "Excuse me a moment citizens..." PDC Message:
Alpha Complex Computer: You have been assigned to Team PZO-224, proceed immediately to R&D Incendiary Testing Grounds "I'm sorry citizens, I don't have time for any more questions right now. I'll leave you to your duties working on reactor shielding. I'm sure everything will be fine, The Computer wouldn't assign fine infrared citizens such as you lot to a position that would be hazardous to your health. Remember, complaints are signs of unhappiness and happiness is mandatory. Have a good day citizens!" Mo checks his PDC for the quickest route, within his clearance, to R&D Incendiary Testing Grounds before heading off to meet with the rest of his troubleshooter group. To GM: Safe Atoms Initiative with a Nuclear Engineering skill of 1? I can work with that. :D
Also, I've got the information for my secret society so you don't need to type it all out again. If you want me to just show up with the rest of the group I can do that. |
