(It's been a busy weekend/getting ready for the weekend)
Just as a FYI i'll roll separate commands as different rolls depending on whats going on, you'll see what I mean.
Screemonster wrote:Empty hallways? Time to break into cargo and load up at the autolathe.
Or ask the HoP to be a cargotech if nobody's working there I guess.
Assistant
14 - You begin to break into cargo, just as you start to probe wires in the airlock you hear a voice shout from behind you, "OI! WHAT THE HELL!?" Its the HoP, she looks kind of confused and beckons you to her window. "Why are you breaking into cargo?" she asks, you shrug, "Look if you want to have access just ask, we're short of cargo techs anyway and I'd rather have one of you bumbs actually doing something." She updates your ID and you enter cargo. You see a 50 stack of glass and sheet metal and load as much as you can into the autolathe.
What next?
Bluespace wrote:Transfer the strange liquid into a portable container and store it safely in pocket.
Leave the bar and head to medbay, lean on the chemist desk and whisper in my most conspiratal voice: "Chief Engineer, Susan Hill, Whiskey Voda".
THEN WINK SUGGESTIVELY.
Assistant
13 - You take out your Nanotrasen brand Thermos flask from your backpack and pour the liquid in, it hiss and a small amount of vapour is given off, it seems stable however. You leave the bar and head across the empty corridor into the medbay. As usual reception is empty, you notice the chemist behind their hatch, they seem to be mixing a couple of liquids looking slightly confused and irritated.
2 - You try to whisper to them in a conspiratorial voice "Chief Engineer, Susan Hill, Whiskey Voda", but your vocal chords jam and it comes out like a whiny teenager with their voice beginning to break. The chemist laughs out loud and as they wipe a tear from their eye they call for security into their headset. They're still sniggering whilst they calmly close their window hatch. In the distance you hear the electronic potty mouth of beebsky going full pelt down the corridor.
The medbay doors are closed, but bebsky is not yet in the medbay lobby. What do you do?
John_Oxford wrote:Name: Bill Stat
Job: Nuclear Operative
Action: Intently stare at the other operatives, and attempt to find a cigar and zippo somewhere on the god forsaken ice planet.
Nukeop
14 - You glare at the others. Shannah Rader turns away akwardly, Thomas Laser slumps even further down onto the stool, it looks like they might fall off... You get up from the bar and find a fresh cigar still in its wrapper on the table behind you. A zippo sits next to it, its not a box of matches but its better than a cheap lighter. You take both whilst muttering "How did I end up with these morons anyway...".
You have a cigar and lighter in your hands and are facing a table. What next?
Laz0rgrunt wrote:Thomas takes a deep breath and snaps out of it. He gears up in the locker room and hops over the table, assuming control of the team. He suggests a plan of an undercover assault, awaiting input from the other Operatives.
Nukeop
2 - You take a deep breath in an attempt to shake yourself out of it, but in doing so fall backward off the unbalanced chair Bill stat rubs their forehead muttering something and Shannaha Rader just snickers to themselves. You leave, limping, towards the locker room.
5 - You mostly suit up, You pick up a pistol, 1 clip, a belt. you try to hop over the bar gate, its barely wasit high, but you foot catches it and you fall on to the floor. You painfully turn on to your back and declare out loud "I'm assuming control of the team!" you don't even manage to finish the rest of your sentence before Shannaha bursts out laughing.
You are lying on the floor. What next?
Jazaen wrote:Go get equipment from the locker, while staring at my fellow ops.
Nukeop
14 - You wipe a tear from behind your glasses, still chuckling to yourself as you walk to the locker room. You gear up with everything from the locker. You pick up a pistol, 1 clip, a belt, a crowbar, a pair of N-Vision goggles.
You return to your bar stool and survey the room. What next?
Wyzack wrote:Name: Caleb Robinson
Job: Detective
Action: Go to the bar to smoke cigarettes, drink whiskey and look cool in my noir suit.
Dect
7 - You go to the bar and take out a slightly crumpled cigarette, you stuff it in your mouth and pat yourself down for a lighter but can't seem to find one. The bartender leans forward and lights it for you. You ask for a whisky, the bartender obliges, you take a sip without removing the cigarette from your mouth in an attempt to look smooth. The whiskey catches fire and you throw it over the bar. The bar tender calmly puts it out with a damp rag and asks "Trying to look suave huh? You can relax buddy, its a bar and its just you and me. I know the routine, so lets take it as read, want another whisky?"
You are at the bar, you left eyebrow is slightly singed and your cigarette is on the floor. What next?
ShadowDimentio wrote:Clown over to chemistry (while slipping everyone I pass with my spray bottle and banana) and ask for mutagen for botany and maybe some lube.
Clown
13 - You zoom down the corridors on the janicart, passing a random assistant you drop a nana moments before you pass them, slipping them. You honk the carts horn, its electronic and not quite as satisfying as you'd hoped for, but a honks a honk. You zoom pass a cursing bebsky on the way.
You arrive in the medbay lobby.
20 - You honk in the direction of chemist behind the glass. They open almost in hysterics as they slide open the panel "Can this day get any better!?" you ask for mutagen and the lube. They happily oblige in exchange for a good joke, they laugh, they actually laugh, in fact as they hand you over the bottle of lube they "accidently" touch your hand and wink...
You are uncomfortable in the medbay. What do?
srifenbyxp wrote:I have no ideal on whats going on but I like it .
Name: Geist
Job: Bear
Action: Chainsaw arms activate
Bear
2 - You attempt to start your chainsaw arms, you look down to the two starting handles on each of the chainsaw arms. Then you look at the ends of your arms, chainsaw blades. Then back at the starting handles. You call out into the air "RAWWWWARRRLERRR" as you realise you have no way to start them on your own. A scitentist outside the cage takes this as a sign you're getting restless and jabs you with a stun rod. You fall to the floor twitch.
You are in a cage twitching involuntary on the floor. Rawr?
Thunder11 wrote:Thunder12345 - Enraged Player - Continue spamming reconnect until it works
User
6 - You keep clicking retry connetion, the multiple clicks and annoying drop down boxes of beyong are a pain to navigate and you soon get fustrated. You get no where and wonder if maybe IRC might be a better long term solution.
Your options are the same as before. What do you want to do?
CREW
OPS
OTHER
(This is getting surreal, but Im like it. Also, dammmmmn so many bad rolls for Laz0rgrunt)