"Happiness Officer?" "Happiness Officer"... WHAT!!!! I WAS TEAM LEADER!!!!!
Boris' eye begin to twitch uncontrollably
grits his teeth and speaks through them, with his eye twitching
"Excellent...as Happiness Officer, I can make sure my team is happy and a happy officer is an integral part of the team...happiness is mandatory...All hail the computer...The computer is our friend..."
<Fidgets uncontrollably through the meeting.>
"So I'm the... unnn... Leader?"
<Looks around nervously trying to hold back the weakness that is surely seeping from his very pores.>
<Stands up.>
"Thank you citizen... ummm Blow-JOB... errr <squints at the nametage on her prodigious bosom> I mean Pamela-B-JOB. What an honor to be asked to serve as leader here in errrr... TPK sector... my ummmm... <looks at his nametag> Yah! My home sector. TPK!"
<Turns to the team.>
"Well men... errr <looks at everyone's chests then quietly> no bosoms <continues, louder> gentlemen. Let's all get cracking on the Happy Bosom Chippies, shall we?"
<Really fake smile.>
"Move out!"
<Through clenched teeth.>
Tim-R-PRO-3 stands, smiling and talking directly to Pamela-B-JOB's bosom, for some reason.
"Sounds like an easy mission. I'm sure with Horton at the helm we'll be finished in no time. Since it won't take long, and we're dealing with food for citizens, I think a hygiene inspection is in order. After all, no one wants to eat food stocked by dirty clones."
Tim's eyes narrow as he looks askance at Tru.
"Team Leader, I'd like to start with...this one. Boris can be next. I'll move on to Logan. As Team Leader, you can be last, so you can oversee my work with the others...unless you'd rather go first, so you can observe hygenically."
Tim slips on a face mask and snaps on a pair of latex gloves.
pops a Xandrex happiness pill to keep his anger in check
eye is still twitching incessantly
"Team Leader, I'd like to start with...this one. Boris can be next. I'll move on to Logan. As Team Leader, you can be last, so you can oversee my work with the others...unless you'd rather go first, so you can observe hygenically."
<Stairs at Tim with his jaw slack.>
"EN?"
"Oh yeah, me. Ummm. Go ahead Tim, nice work. I'll go umm first. What do I do?"
<Stares off into space.>
"Ha, you get gloves? When I was Hygiene Officer, we didn't use any "gloves". We just trusted our team to stay clean. Hmph, kids these days."
"Hygiene inspection? Cool!" Logan says cheerily while scratching his ribcage. If I act like nothing is wrong, he thinks to himself, then no one will notice my stench.
"No doubt," he says perkily, "Pamela-B-Job will also get a hygiene inspection too." Logan picks up his recording equipment.
Logan scratches the back of his knee with his foot.
Hygiene Roll: 1d20+9=19
OOC: looks like we've all learned our lessons heh...or since we've just been doing cushy dexk jobs the last few days, we're not ultra gross...
haha
A NOTE REGARDING CLONE MEMORIES: The memories from your previous clone's existence are always quite vague (unless I specifically tell you that you have some certain memory transferred over). You can generally recall memberships to secret societies and mutant powers if you have any, but you wouldn't remember something about what you were recording on your PDC before death, unless you specifically forwarded it to some account that your new clone would know to access or some contact that would get in touch with your new clone.
Mutant powers stay the same, unless you are told otherwise (which could happen).
In terms of gear, you currently have your red reflec armour, red laser pistol body, 3 red laser barrels (six shots each), PDC, a belt, and boots, as well as your box of chips.
The communications officer has his multicorder
The hygiene officer has his hygiene test kit
The happiness officer has his supply of medications to dispense.
The leader has the sign authorizing your vendobot inspections
The loyalty and equipment officers each have a copy of the software chip that scans the vendobots for treasonous code.
Spoiler for Logan
Tim
Tru
Unfortunately, you've noticed a change in your mutant power in this new clone. Your body seems to be capable of stretching in unnatural ways- not quite as powerful as Mister Fantastic, but similar. This of course is mortifying to you, for now you are truly one of them, but if you can somehow use your powers to destroy other mutants than maybe it will be worth it.
"Lead on then, fearless leader."
"Come on citizens, let's go. Let's try and make what's left of our geneline proud, shall we?"
<Horton walks out the door. Nobody has followed. He pokes his head back in.>
"Where are we going again?"
"You seem a bit sullen Team Leader...here have some new ZipZangZoom pep ampheta-pills!!!, that should make you get up and GOGOGO!"
Boris' right eye seems to be twitching again
You lug your light but bulky chip boxes out of the briefing room and head for the Dev-Y institute. It's not overly difficult to find- merely a quick search in the sector directory guide. Once you've located it, you hop on on transbot, which takes you to a tube lift. From there you head up several floors. The elevator stops on a red clearance floor. From there you head down a few halls- all red clearance. Soon you come to a set of tinted glass double doors. Above them is a sign that reads- "Dev Y Training Insitute". Underneath is the slogan, "Work harder not smarter."
Two guards in orange reflec stand guard. They size you up as you approach with your bulky chip boxes.
GM:
Bob
GM: ** spoiler omitted **
GM:
"Stocking a-chps @Dev-Y", assuming the pdc can text symbols.
<Horton pops the pills Boris gives him. Flushes and smiles as the happiness washes over him.>
"I'm so happy! The computer is my friend!"
Two guards in orange reflec stand guard. They size you up as you approach with your bulky chip boxes.
"Greetings citizens. We are here to refill the vendebots!"
<Pats his chips>
"Here's the chips. Here's the authorization."
<Holds the authorization in front of the guard's face upside down.>
"Tru, please check yourself for loyalty. This authorization is from Citizen B-JOB herself and these are orange guards, it's validity is beyond question. I am worried that you may have have become devoted to hampering this mission."
<Scratches his head.>
"This mission of ummmm. It's really cool to have Laser Pistols finally. Do you think we'll get to use them?"
<Whispers to Tru.>
"Do you have a Laser too?"
"Oh, right. So we're going in shooting."
<Loudly.>
"DON'T TAKE ANY NONSENSE FROM THESE BOTS MEN."
<Checks to make sure his laser barrel is properly affixed.>
<Types at his PDC secretively.>
Tru:
"Let us get this Vend-o-bot filled,and get on to the next one."
"How is everyone?"
"Please answer the questions with full emotion"
twitch twitch
"If you got to kill a commie, how would that make you feel?"
"If you found out who killed our team last mission what would you do to them?
"If you failed to execute a mission for the computer, how would that make you feel"
pulls out a Roa-R-SHK test kit...holds up a card
"What do you see?"
"A commie traitor doing acrobatics with your progenitor."
"A commie traitor doing acrobatics with your progenitor."
"interesting, and now what are your answers to the happiness test?"
"Questions? What questions?"
"I REPEAT!"
"Please answer the questions with full emotion"
twitch twitch
"If you got to kill a commie, how would that make you feel?"
"If you found out who killed our team last mission what would you do to them?
"If you failed to execute a mission for the computer, how would that make you feel"
"Ahhhhh."
<Beads of sweat begin forming.>
"The unn... answers are: loyal... and ummmmmm... to the food vats.... and ummmm.... 4?"
"Let us get this Vend-o-bot filled,and get on to the next one."
"How is everyone?"
** spoiler omitted **
"Please answer the questions with full emotion"
twitch twitch
"If you got to kill a commie, how would that make you feel?"
"If you found out who killed our team last mission what would you do to them?
"If you failed to execute a mission for the computer, how would that make you feel"
pulls out a Roa-R-SHK test kit...holds up a card
"What do you see?"
"Extremely happy."
"I would strangle him/her with his/her umbilical cord if he/she still has it. Otherwise, I'll just shoot his kneecaps and hand him over to the information extraction department, the vivisection department and then may be kill him/her."
"Extremely sad."
"Pretty picture of busty babe with big gun asking me to comeover and have some fun. As mandated of course by the Computer."
I see...interesting
"Ahhhhh."
<Beads of sweat begin forming.>
"The unn... answers are: loyal... and ummmmmm... to the food vats.... and ummmm.... 4?"
"4?....FOUR??? WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS FOUR?!?!!? NOW FORTY-TWO! That would be an answer BUT FOUR!!!!!"
Whips out PDC and types furiously into it! eye twitches madly
"Another question troubleshooters, answer honestly..."
"How do Robots make you feel?"
"Robots make Horton feel good!"
<His smile actually looks sincere for once...>
GM EYES ONLY