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[Ehndras]

((Yeah, that was just flavor dialogue))

Suggest to Mason's partner that we head to the other team to warn them of our discovery, regarding the odd ship-structure and the humanoids we discovered. If it turns out to be hostiles, we'd be vastly outnumbered and outgunned. (I'm not a combat character, besides psychokinetics)

[piecewise]

Leave the pill in an inconspicuous overly viewable and interesting location that is not me.

((I am interested in the "location that is not me" part. So did she consider keeping that pill inside her somewhere?))

Milno walks around.

"Hey Steve. What other purposes does this ship serve aside from punishing bad boys and girls?"

>Mainly that, but it is a warship. If the time comes we may be called in to participate in full scale conflicts. Better hope not though, they've got even lower odds  of survival then these missions.

((Nothing in the usual sense, Milno. I just don't like large blue pills.  ))

Search for some trove of information about this ship.

Stand to the side and whistle in a merry tune if I do not find anything.

[intelligence roll:2] You search all over the ship, looking for some sort of convenient pile of secret documents detailing hidden aspects of the ship. You find nothing of the sort. Failing at that you stand off to one side and begin try to whistle a merry tune. [Misc roll:2] You forgot, you don't know how to whistle.

((Yeah, that was just flavor dialogue))

Suggest to Mason's partner that we head to the other team to warn them of our discovery, regarding the odd ship-structure and the humanoids we discovered. If it turns out to be hostiles, we'd be vastly outnumbered and outgunned. (I'm not a combat character, besides psychokinetics)

You click your radio over to Adrian's frequency and suggest that you both head back and warn the others about what you found.

[TCM]

Elisaz makes his way to the Armory. "Do you have paper and writing utensils?"

[Tiruin]

Search for the Galley, to both ignore my lack of doing anything successful of late and to hold back my melancholy through a good meal.

Is there a good meal? Yes.

((Please not cannibalism...))

[piecewise]

Elisaz makes his way to the Armory. "Do you have paper and writing utensils?"

The Armory Master slides a note book of looseleaf paper and a few pens out to you.

Search for the Galley, to both ignore my lack of doing anything successful of late and to hold back my melancholy through a good meal.

Is there a good meal? Yes.

((Please not cannibalism...))

You head to the rec/mess hall and order something to eat. They bring you a rather thick cut of some sort of boneless meat along with a side of vegetables and a glass of something blue and viscous.

[Caellath]

Milno snickers.

"Somehow, that does not surprise me one bit. Most of this ship is off limits to us anyway. Now, may I know what is the class of this ship and if it houses traditional soldiers and mercenaries as well?

[Tiruin]

Analyze food.

[Caellath]

Analyze food.

((Please make it human flesh if she rolls 1. Bonus points if those are the remains of my arm or the limbs of some other bastard.))

[TCM]

Elisaz takes the paper and pens, heading over to the mess hall. He pulls out a chair, sits down on it, and plops the items onto the table. Opening the notebook, he clicks a pen and begins furiously writing.

[IronyOwl]

((They were stated to protect from heat. The suits are insulated enough for Ivan to spray molten metal over his leg without caring about the heat, because he could not feel it. Nor be hurt by it, of course.

((Right, right. I knew it might have been stated, but I had totally forgotten the molten metal everywhere bit.))

The main problem is that even it really is a hallucination, Faith may still be screwed if she follows the "just hallucination, gonna ignore it" logic.

((Yeah. Plus, that might not even be physically possible (for her) if it starts inflicting actual pain.))

Edit: Oh, wait. She'll die anywyay.))

((Goddamnit.))


Release Ivan. Then grab him by shoulders again.

"The fire! Can you see the fire? It's just an illusion, right?!"

"GUYS!" she shouts over her comm again, "CAN YOU SEE THE FIRE?!"

[piecewise]

Milno snickers.

"Somehow, that does not surprise me one bit. Most of this ship is off limits to us anyway. Now, may I know what is the class of this ship and if it houses traditional soldiers and mercenaries as well?

>This is a class 3 Carrier retrofitted with a hell of a lot more weapons systems then you'd expect. We can't quite destroy a planet, but we can make large sections of it very uncomfortable to inhabit. As per soldiers, no. But we do have lots and lots and lots of people like you. Dozens of Stasis bays worth.

Analyze food.

[intelligence roll:6] You stare deeply into the food, deciphering its mysteries.

"REVEAL YOUR SECRETS!" You scream as you glare at the meat. It looks like some sort of synthetic meat, probably from those "Food Beasts" you've heard about; great masses of tender muscle with no bones and few organs, genetically designed to be eaten.  The Blue liquid is probably some sort of supersaturated fluid mixture of water, vitamins, stimulants and antibiotics. It smells very sugary.

Elisaz takes the paper and pens, heading over to the mess hall. He pulls out a chair, sits down on it, and plops the items onto the table. Opening the notebook, he clicks a pen and begins furiously writing.

You take your new bounty of writing materials and head to the mess hall, taking a seat at one of the prefab tables with it's attached benches on either side. You open the notebook, click the pen, and begin to write at a furious pace.

((They were stated to protect from heat. The suits are insulated enough for Ivan to spray molten metal over his leg without caring about the heat, because he could not feel it. Nor be hurt by it, of course.

((Right, right. I knew it might have been stated, but I had totally forgotten the molten metal everywhere bit.))

The main problem is that even it really is a hallucination, Faith may still be screwed if she follows the "just hallucination, gonna ignore it" logic.

((Yeah. Plus, that might not even be physically possible (for her) if it starts inflicting actual pain.))

Edit: Oh, wait. She'll die anywyay.))

((Goddamnit.))


Release Ivan. Then grab him by shoulders again.

"The fire! Can you see the fire? It's just an illusion, right?!"

"GUYS!" she shouts over her comm again, "CAN YOU SEE THE FIRE?!"

You let go of Ivan just long enough to spin him around and grab his shoulders. "The fire! Can you see the fire? It's just an illusion, right?!" you yell, shaking him.

"GUYS!" You shout over the radio "CAN YOU SEE THE FIRE?!"

[Ehndras]

Attempt to contact the rest of the crew via radio, and stealthily head over to the nearest group while contemplating what he's analyzed and witnessed so far. "None of this is adding up..."

Hopefully my high intelligence and willpower will help me break the illusion a bit, or get some sort of hint on what the hell is going on.

[Tiruin]

Feyri looked around to check for any hidden cameras or people. Luckily, there were none as far as she could see.

It was fun monologuing.

Eat yon food.

[Caellath]

Milno purposefully giggled at Feyri's behavior loud enough for her to hear while standing with his back against the wall right outside the mess room. He then resumed his chat with Steve.

"I think you are actually pretty helpful if asked the right questions. Which remembers me, when was the last time this ship faced a true battle?"

[piecewise]

Milno purposefully giggled at Feyri's behavior loud enough for her to hear while standing with his back against the wall right outside the mess room. He then resumed his chat with Steve.

"I think you are actually pretty helpful if asked the right questions. Which remembers me, when was the last time this ship faced a true battle?"

>Objective time or Subjective time? Flying around at relativistic speeds is bad for time keeping.

Feyri looked around to check for any hidden cameras or people. Luckily, there were none as far as she could see.

It was fun monologuing.

Eat yon food.

You eat the food and down the glass of blue whatever it is. It's not bad.

Attempt to contact the rest of the crew via radio, and stealthily head over to the nearest group while contemplating what he's analyzed and witnessed so far. "None of this is adding up..."

Hopefully my high intelligence and willpower will help me break the illusion a bit, or get some sort of hint on what the hell is going on.

You attempt to contact the rest of the group but get only static in response. You swear a bit under your breath and head back the way you came, trying to make your way out of the woods. You walk for a while, then a while longer; it seems farther this time. Eventually you come to a break in the trees and look out across the...wait a second. The break in the trees isn't the edge of the forest, it's a clearing. A clearing with an irregular shaped piece of metal in the center and a group of humanoid figures clustered around it. Uh oh.