Whatt?
SAM
Mo
I'm going to have to figure out the effects of the drug interactions Chuckles just gave you...please stand by...
Whatt watches aghast at the shocking displays of violence and imprpriety between the Team Leader and the team. When all is said and done, he takes his notebook out of his pocket and starts scribbling. He doesn't say anything to anyone for several minutes, as he is too filled to the brim with anger over sensless wasting of The Computer's resources. He looks significantly at the corpses of Whoops and Liam, and at Chuckles and Sam as he writes in short, clipped strokes. Wordlessly, he drops the notebook back in his pocket.
When Chuckles comes around, Whatt opens his mouth and accepts the pills. Before they take effect, he goes over to the table and picks up the weapon he has been assigned.
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Whatt will attempt to use Sleight of Hand to get the pills out of his mouth and into his pocket as he heads to the table. He believes in Chuckles authority, but he needs to stay crispier to catch Sam out as the tratorous bastard he is.
Whatt reports that he strongly suspects the Team Leader of treasonous activity directly resulting in the destruction of two loyal Troubleshooting members. Whatt sees Chuckles as an innocent in this... he is spastic and was used as a tool.
Particular notes-
Sam-1:
Grabbing/using test equipment he has not yet signed for.
Improper/careless usage of equipment resulting in the deaths of two Troubleshooters.
Treasonous usage of equipment beyond his clearance level(the yellow laser).
Attempting to frame another (loyal) Troubleshooter for his actions (i.e. Chuckles).
Whoops:
Unlawfully attempting to execute an unproven suspected Commie traitor (I tend to agree with Whoops, but there is not enough concrete evidence...yet.)
Appearing in public out of uniform.
Liam-1:
A loyal servant of The Computer, he attempted to protect his entrusted equipment even unto his death.
Appearing in public out of uniform.
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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.
Would demolitions make it possible to decrease the delay on those grenades between when the pin is pulled and the explosion?
Sam looks at expl-O-siv and stands up slowly sheathing his pistol.
I apologize sir for the violance, but clearly I can't have members of my team randomly shooting at me with a flame thrower. Anyhow, I'm sure the new Whoops clone will be a much more loyal servant of the computer. I fore one am eager to test any of the equipment. I'd be happy to demonstrate the responsible use of a flame thrower.
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.
Whatt:
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** spoiler omitted **
Sam was more referring to the functional one the guy was wearing, but it seems unlikely he'd need that field tested.
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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.
Happiness Drug time!!!
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Sam:
Liam:
Whoops:
Whatt:
Chuckles:
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.
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 staggers out of R&D.
Come on team... I think we have some Commies to kill or something... Whoa.... I feel weird. When did my hand get so fat?
"Yes sir." Liam puts his jumpsuit on and stumbles along after Sam.
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!
Sam staggers out of R&D.
Come on team... I think we have some Commies to kill or something... Whoa.... I feel weird. When did my hand get so fat?
Luckily there's one down two levels to the right.
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.
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Whatt picks up the hand flamer starts looking it over appreciatively. As he turns it in his hands his head droops forward and the flamer dips a bit toward the floor. He lurches, shakes his head vigorously as though shaking off water, and looks around with a slightly glassy stare. He smiles benignly at the rest of the group.
"Ooooooooh, arrrrrewe goooing toooooo thePLCnext? I thinkIhavean orrrrrrder forrrrrr...." He zones out. He give a little hickup "...someequipment."
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And, does it have a holster or lanyard to secure it?
Whatt picks up the hand flamer starts looking it over appreciatively. As he turns it in his hands his head droops forward and the flamer dips a bit toward the floor. He lurches, shakes his head vigorously as though shaking off water, and looks around with a slightly glassy stare. He smiles benignly at the rest of the group.
"Ooooooooh, arrrrrewe goooing toooooo thePLCnext? I thinkIhavean orrrrrrder forrrrrr...." He zones out. He give a little hickup "...someequipment."
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** spoiler omitted **
Flamer Pistol: It looks like a modified laser pistol, but instead of the laser barrel, it's like a napalm reservoir.
I don't think there is a yellow laser pistol on the floor. Sam never has never had a yellow laser pistol and if he did he most certainly wouldn't leave it lying around.
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!"
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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
Liam looks towards Mo and begins to gesticulate. "Hey Tatash leave Sam alone. He'sh, He's the team leader and deservesh our reshpect."
Whatt falteringly afixes the holster for the hand flamer to his belt and fishes out his PDC. While trying to make his fingers work on the buttons properly, he sings in a slurred voice
"Friend Computer, keepmyheart alllllways truetoYOOOOOOU!
Neverfalling toootreason, I'm always in Yer view-hoo-hoo!
Freeeeeend Computer, keeeeeeeeep my heart alllwaystrue toYOOOOOU!
Makeththththe CommieMutant SCUM to feeeeel bluuuuuue!"
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You gather your gear and move to the elevator, you quickly descend the elevator and travel down a small red corridor to the nearest PLC. This appears to be a self service PLC, There's an orange citizen in a cage with mounds of forms behind him. There's a scrolling sign over the cage that says: "Fill out forms and hand to attendant prior to removal of the computer's property from Self-Serve PLC."
I think all those pills everyone's been popping is affecting your vision. People are going color blind. Anyhow, I think I've got all the gear I need for now, so I'm going to just hang out here for now. While you all collect your gear. Make it quick. We've got commies to kill!
Sam waits at the entrance and enjoys the effects of the pills.
"You better dishpose of that paperwork properly you hear? It'sh my job..."
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Whatt bumbles over to the counter, pulls out a pen dramatically, drops it, picks it up, drops it again, bends down to pick it up again, almost falls over, recovers the pen, uses the counter to pull himself up and starts extravagantly signing the paperwork for his equipment. All the while he slurringly sings a happy song about filling out paperwork.
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After nearly falling asleep getting his gear stowed away, Whatt will amuse himself by pushing random buttons on his PDC.
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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.
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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?"
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.
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...
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...
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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...
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** spoiler omitted **
"Please make sure you have your CBay listing number and ONLY take the items on that list, which you will be signing for." says the Orange citizen, "IF you don't have a current CBay Auction listing number, there are terminals near the entrance with which to surf the auctions from."
"As this is a self-serve PLC, which is of course something brand new for RED citizens, please make sure you smile for the cameras so Internal Security sees this is a happy place..."
At the words of the Orange Citizen, Whatt looks up, a small trail of drool at the corner of his mouth, jerkily weaves his head toward Liam, and waves for the camera.
"Hold on there...what's your name? Chuckles? Hmmm...Let me see that paperwork...yes, you see here, you missed a dash on this one, and you transversed the numbers for that red laser barrel's Serial numbers, if I hadn't checked it, you would be in serious trouble!. Fill them out again."
he says as he destroys the paperwork.
"Hold on there...what's your name? Chuckles? Hmmm...Let me see that paperwork...yes, you see here, you missed a dash on this one, and you transversed the numbers for that red laser barrel's Serial numbers, if I hadn't checked it, you would be in serious trouble!. Fill them out again."
he says as he destroys the paperwork.
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.
"Ah ah ah! Now look what you did, you wrinkled the corner there."
Chuckles:
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.
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.
"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."
"Ah ah ah! Now look what you did, you wrinkled the corner there."
Chuckles: ** spoiler omitted **
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!"
"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.
Items I'm looking for:
Red Laser Barrels
Hygiene kit
Scrubbot
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
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"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.
** spoiler omitted **
1. Scrubbot (rolled a 2)
2. Laser Barrel (rolled a 6)
3. Hygiene Kit (rolled a 17)
Maybe I just worded the last post poorly. "Looking for" = "I want to purchase".