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[SeriousConcentrate]

"Bigger than a breadbox, smaller than Lukas. Hmm. Is it a weapon? And if no to that question, can it be weaponized?"

[sambojin]

(( How could you even ask that? On bay12? Can it be weaponized? If it can't be, I'd like to know what the fuck it is. You just wasted a question. ))

[SeriousConcentrate]

(I'm trying to determine if it's one of the mining exosuits. And I still got fifteen questions. ^^^)

[Zako]

((I still can't get over the fact that you're playing a game inside another game! GAMECEPTION?!))

[SeriousConcentrate]

(At least we aren't in VR too. Then your head would explode. XD)

[IronyOwl]

"No and yes. That's four and five."

(At least we aren't in VR too. Then your head would explode. XD)

((Not that this is out of the question. One of these days we're going to need a separate thread for our ER characters' D&D game, I just know it. ))

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Is it wearable?"

[IronyOwl]

"Yes. That's six."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Is it the mining exosuit? If not, is it the Mark III suit?"

[IronyOwl]

"Hah, yeah, it's the mining suit. I wanted something easy, and I love this thing.

If you wanna keep going, it's traditional for whoever wins to be the answerer."

[Toaster]

(At least we aren't in VR too. Then your head would explode. XD)

((Not that this is out of the question. One of these days we're going to need a separate thread for our ER characters' D&D game, I just know it. ))

((I put on my robe and wizard hat.))

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Hmm. OK. I think I've got something. Shoot."

[IronyOwl]

"Okay, let's see...

Does it physically exist?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Yes. Nineteen left."

[piecewise]

[Team B Leader=Milno]

"Second floor is done as far as I see, moving back down." Milno said before doing just as said.

Back to the ground level, wait until the team is done looking around.

Spoiler: A-B Teams (click to show/hide)

A
Jim
Simus
Bruce
Mesk
Ashley

B
Milno
Lars
May
Thomas
Kyle

You hop down to the first level and stand by the door, ready to go. Hopefully this won't take long.

Name:Flint/Deeper Scum - Team C - Prison, 1st level

"Hmm... Maybe someone took the keys from some idiot guard that got too close? Or maybe it was an inside job..."

Keep searching the cells. If there are no more cells to search, go search the administration room for secrets hidden in books, under desks or chairs, inside light fixtures, in the computer, etc.. ((Note: In the computer doesn't mean the computer hardware. Just in case Flint tries to destroy the computer looking for something inside its case. Wouldn't want whoever is using it to try to kill me. I've seen what happens when you disturb the tinkerers.))

You keep searching the downstairs cells. You find an unused shiv, a wallet with a money card and a few plastic photos, and a datachip that is cracked. Not exactly black level secret documents.

Look around for punks I can stab.

You look around. God theres like...19 punks here you could stab...

"Hey Thomas, does this knife look sharp to you?"

[Team A Medic - Mesk]

"Alright Faith, I'll start.  I spy, with my little eye... something beginning with 'b'."
I don't know, assist somebody that has an actual action.
"Or you could guess what I've got in my pockets."

Nah bro. Guessing game time. This is way more important then murder and shit.

Jim took the syringe and the datapad to examine in further detail later. "A neon green deer," he guessed, extremely unfairly as he had seen the doctor place it in his pocket. He went back to the first floor and started checking cells again. "And your 'spy' target is probably 'butt' since you've been staring at Faith's for awhile now," he added, hoping to relieve the group's tension a bit with humor, even if it was at Mesk and Faith's expense.

You pockets the goodies. Delicious drugs you can't even use!

Thomas raises an eyebrow at May when he sees her grab the knife.
"May, uh, are you sure we need that?"
Explore! Loot! Go somewhere we haven't before!

You explore the realm of sanity, safety and coherent turn structures.

"What brave new world is this that has such people in it?"

((Faith's arse is hopefully smaller than you. ))

"Command: we haven't found much here. You might want to get your guys to look at it after we've cleared this place. There was a bit of rioting, they turned against the governor of this place, shit went down. We don't know how the hell they all got out or what happened to the guards, but not really our problem either. You might want to smack some heads about from that last lot we sent up, especially the blueshirts or anyone with a copper badge on.
There doesn't seem to be anyone alive here anyway. There's a computer teminal though, so maybe you can find out some more stuff from that.
You want us to move out, or just ransack everything we can and then move out?"

"If the area is clear of hostiles then move out."

"I've got nothing. I think anyone who was here is either dead or long gone by now, so I'm heading outside to wait. Command, are we clear to head down a level?"

Head outside and keep a lookout for trouble.

You head outside and keep a good hard watch on the empty hall while faith and the rest play a guessing game.

((Regular Science RP: Go use the turbo thrusters to warp speed until you reach the Nguojc'gou Homeworld.

Einstienian Roulette: Death and butts.))

And damn proud of it. 93% less silly names, 346% more silly everything else.

((I still can't get over the fact that you're playing a game inside another game! GAMECEPTION?!))

I'm just glad I created a game where this sort of thing happens, thanks in very large part to good players.