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[Harry Baldman]

"what the frak is a Buttle?"

"Uh, I suppose it's what butlers do. Difficult to say what that is, though."

[Caellath]

[Team B Leader=Milno]

"As long as people fired once then agreed to talk, it would be very easy if taxing on religious freak. Also, if you guys got paint, you should color any police bodyarmor you got. People are mistaking you for policemen due to those."

Wait until the last civilians were taken to the floor above then move on to check the rest of the block for any other survivors.

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

A
Jim
Simus
Bruce
Mesk
Ashley

B
Milno
Lars
May
Thomas
Kyle

[Toaster]

"I've got a black marker!"

Color lots of black and red on the armor with the markers.

[PyroDesu]

Yeah, I'll go in. If only to ensure Mesk doesn't screw it all up.

Enter, stand close enough to Mesk to be able to grab hold of him to prevent him "doctoring" people.

[Radio Controlled]

"what the frak is a Buttle?"

"Uh, I suppose it's what butlers do. Difficult to say what that is, though."

'Funny, I always tought a buttle was some sort of kitchen appliance. Y'know, like 'next, you use a wooden buttle on the dough. Make sure you buttle it good, but not too fast, or it won't have the right texture. As always, be sure to use a quality buttle to buttle.'

[Parisbre56]

"what the frak is a Buttle?"

"Uh, I suppose it's what butlers do. Difficult to say what that is, though."

'Funny, I always tought a buttle was some sort of kitchen appliance. Y'know, like 'next, you use a wooden buttle on the dough. Make sure you buttle it good, but not too fast, or it won't have the right texture. As always, be sure to use a quality buttle to buttle.'

"I always though that it was that thing British royal guards had on their heads."

[Harry Baldman]

"I always though that it was that thing British royal guards had on their heads."

"Oh dear, not those things! They terrify me, you know. I hear they're made out of 78% baby hair. Orphan baby hair. Though I suppose it's par for the course with the British."

[Radio Controlled]

"what the frak is a Buttle?"

"Uh, I suppose it's what butlers do. Difficult to say what that is, though."

'Funny, I always tought a buttle was some sort of kitchen appliance. Y'know, like 'next, you use a wooden buttle on the dough. Make sure you buttle it good, but not too fast, or it won't have the right texture. As always, be sure to use a quality buttle to buttle.'

"I always though that it was that thing British royal guards had on their heads."

'What the hell is a 'British' anyway? Some sort of horribly mutated space alien? Sure sounds like one.'

[Parisbre56]

'What the hell is a 'British' anyway? Some sort of horribly mutated space alien? Sure sounds like one.'

"I thought we had come to the conclusion that the British were an empire of Dalek fighting pimps, who operated from an Inn and were lead by an immortal man of the same name, that somehow died from poisoned bread. Of course, that raises more questions than it answers..."

[sambojin]

"Arrgh. Ok, ok. I won't shoot any more bloody civilians. I promise. Uurgggh..... Can you just please do what you can?"

Continue trying not to pass out/bleed out/die.
 

[Spinal_Taper]

Follow Milno, keep an eye out.

[Team B Sniper: Thomas]

[PyroDesu]

((You know, I just remembered PW saying at some point that there were minor gene therapies to up specific stats, usually with some kind of downside, and that the medical one increased empathy to the point where you can effectively feel what's wrong with someone, and the downside was that when someone got severely injured, the medic had to make a will roll to stop them from feeling that injury, or something like that.

I wonder what would happen if Mesk got it, considering he almost routinely does more harm than good...))

[IronyOwl]

((You know, I just remembered PW saying at some point that there were minor gene therapies to up specific stats, usually with some kind of downside, and that the medical one increased empathy to the point where you can effectively feel what's wrong with someone, and the downside was that when someone got severely injured, the medic had to make a will roll to stop them from feeling that injury, or something like that.

I wonder what would happen if Mesk got it, considering he almost routinely does more harm than good...))

((Living hell, presumably. That or he'd consider himself a martyr of the highest caliber for repeatedly kicking his own children, parents, and self to death in the name of proper medical treatment.))

[piecewise]

Team A

[Team A Medic - Mesk]

"Hey, hey!  Stop!  Hey, listen!"
Run inside, hold up hands in a placating gesture.
"Excuse my colleague, he's a little... confused.  Uh, faulty AI, messing with his neural pathways, cybernetics eating his soul, that sort of thing.  But it's ok!  Jim here, and Simus over there, they're good people.  So to speak.  Um.  Please, come with us, we're with the UWM.  We're here to help.  Really."
Say.

Jim sighed again and decided to just block the doorway so people wouldn't go anywhere before Mesk had a chat with them... but only after he lets Simus through.

Irrationali metu ...

Over the private channel to Jim:

Well, that didn't work. Let the psychopathic "doctor" try calm and convince them on his own?

They look like they're going to listen to mesk for a moment. Until one of the women shouts "LOOK AT THE HOLE IN HIS SUIT!"  Mesk paws at the bloody hole in the throat of the suit and then shakes his head.

"No, no, I'm fine. See, they shot me, but I got better."

"UNDEAD!"

"VENGEFUL SPIRIT!"

"HE'S COME FOR OUR SOULS!"

The entire group of people runs upstairs.

Mesk stands there for a moment, dumbfounded. "Show of hands for just leaving them here?" He says, raising his hand.


Team B

[Team B Leader=Milno]

"As long as people fired once then agreed to talk, it would be very easy if taxing on religious freak. Also, if you guys got paint, you should color any police bodyarmor you got. People are mistaking you for policemen due to those."

Wait until the last civilians were taken to the floor above then move on to check the rest of the block for any other survivors.

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

A
Jim
Simus
Bruce
Mesk
Ashley

B
Milno
Lars
May
Thomas
Kyle

"I've got a black marker!"

Color lots of black and red on the armor with the markers.

Follow Milno, keep an eye out.

[Team B Sniper: Thomas]

Milno and the rest of his squad carefully sweep the rest of B block, searching each house with at least a moderate degree of care, but find no remaining civilians. Or weapons. They find a few datachips and pads, but they don't contain anything they don't already know: B block got assaulted by the Police because of the civil unrest and talk of rebellion happening there. Huge swaths of the population were killed in the fighting. Bad things, all in all.


Team C

Name:Flint/Parent of the year - Team C - Housing block C

Well least it's not running away. What does this thing have in it? I don't understand what its problem is. My father used to give me booze all the time when he wanted to shut me up and I turned out fine. Flint told himself. ...Maybe it should had run away...

@Anyone:"So, can anybody answer a question, that is by the way completely unrelated to me or my situation? Anybody knows how long the effects from a sip of xeno spit last?"

Take the child in my arms and sit somewhere. Read the label of the xeno spit bottle for any useful info. Stay with the child and make sure nothing (else) bad happens to it (like it swallows its tongue or something). Inspect the child for anything wrong that wasn't caused by me.Hope it wakes up soon. Hope I haven't done any lasting damage.

I'm not good with children, I never liked those little beasts, always wanting stuff and crying and seeking attention. How was I supposed to know what to do? And besides, it's not my fault. How the hell was I supposed to know this is a hallucinogen? And it's not like I'll scar his 'sensitive little mind'. Seeing his parents burn to death was probably 10 times worse. Flint kept trying to make himself feel better with excuses. It wasn't working.

You read the label on the bottle.

"This product is for display purposes only. Not for human consumption. May contain xeno-biological enzymes. Keep out of reach, sight and earshot of children and irresponsible adults. If swallowed accidentally, remind yourself that everything you're seeing is simply a hallucination. Unless it's not."

"oh."

You turn back to the child

"You, um, ok there, little buddy?"

The child responds by flailing it's arms around and screaming "FALALALALALA GRUMBAGO SHUBSHUBSHAROOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Yeah. Ok. Hows that going for you?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

"Thats cool...thats cool."

((Feyri seems very motherly to me, so I think she would protect the child you just drugged. I think 'take care of the child untill it stops hallucinating, then take it to an APC' would be most in-character for her.))

'You... Wait, you didn't... Dear god don't tell me you...

Ugh, whatever. Just keep sweeping this block, mkay? I'll try to fetch the people Stacy just scared the living daylights out of

Speaking of that: STACY, WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? Did you have to mention the potential murder? Get back inside that booth and send a new broadcast, asking the survivors to gather at the entrance of C block. And no mentioning murder this time. Or maiming. Or anything of the sort, ok? Great.

Go to the entrance of C block, once Feyri or Flint are with Flint's gear.

You wait for feyri to shamble, zombie like, over to Flint's stuff before you just head for the entrance to the Block. Fuck this shit, they can come to you.

Stacy, Team C Physimancer, Radio Room.

'You... Wait, you didn't... Dear god don't tell me you...

Ugh, whatever. Just keep sweeping this block, mkay? I'll try to fetch the people Stacy just scared the living daylights out of

Speaking of that: STACY, WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? Did you have to mention the potential murder? Get back inside that booth and send a new broadcast, asking the survivors to gather at the entrance of C block. And no mentioning murder this time. Or maiming. Or anything of the sort, ok? Great.

"But then they're going to realize that I'm lying like a compulsive liar with his metaphorical pants on fire and they're going to distrust us even more, you know. I'm afraid sincerity is the way to go here. These people deserve to know that a gang of vicious murderers and psychopaths is out to get them... to safety, I mean."

He shrugs.

"Well, if you really want me to, I could do that, I suppose. Don't see any good it would do us, though."

Take Pancaek with me to the radio room again. New message, put it on a loop.

"Attention, everyone, it seems that you might have gotten the wrong idea from the previous public service announcement made on this station. You see, we're not going to kill any of you if you just come out into the open, show yourselves and allow us to speedily get you to safety. Really, the only way you could set anyone off is if you shoot at us or wound even one of us. If you just come out and show yourselves, then don't try anything stupid while we escort you to safe transportation, you and we will both be out of here casualty-free. And isn't that what we all want, really? To be out of these horrible, burnt, destroyed and shot ruins? In short, cooperate with us and and you get safety, clemency, food, shelter, not having to do your morning business in a damp corner of a ruined building and other nice things you must really miss by now."

"But seriously, don't shoot at us. That isn't cool, y'all. So, this is Rescue Radio with your friend and host Stacy Buttle, signing off."

Stacy hoped this was a better message, if rather insincere, especially with that clemency bit.

You rebroadcast the message, edited for cowards this time, completely forgetting to add the whole part about just going to the entrance of the block.

Take Pancaek with me to the radio room again. New message, put it on a loop.

(('twould seem I have become some kind of portable meatshield security device.))
 
Follow stacy OBEY STACY. Look out for dastardly traps and potentially dangerous individuals. also spiders.
"Not having to think for yourself is great, all the fun of suicide missions without any of the responsibility for your own actions", he thought, "not forgetting that one time we shanked a-...what did he say ?"
"what the frak is a Buttle?"

OBEY STACY! You follow him up to the radio room again and stand around as he talks. You get scared for a moment when you mistake your eyelashes for spider legs, but realize your mistake after bashing your helmet against the wall a few times.


Team D

Team D - Lukas

Turn up the volume of speech and say the following: Attention to all people that are still holding up in this area. I am a member of a rescue team sent by the UWM. We are here to rescue you and we mean you no harm. The governor is gone and so are his forces. If you would please come out of your houses in a peaceful manner, we will escort you to APCs that will bring you to safety. Those who require medical attention will receive it.

You scream your robo-message to the world and get no response. Maybe this place really is abandoned like that guy said?

((Oh man, sorry for vanishing for a few days. Got caught up in other stuff and overestimated how complex this would be to dig through. Just when I'm needed most, too...))


Team D Leader Faith, Uncle Sambo's Fresh Gore Emporium

Faith glanced from the corpse of the civilian Sambo had shot to Sambo himself. She did this a few more times before saying or doing anything.

"Last time I healed you up you shot a civilian in the fucking face for no reason. First promise never to do that again," she said, eyeing what was left of his arm.

"Also, just so we're clear- does anyone else on this team have medical experience and equipment?"


If Sambo promises not to shoot civilians anymore, get out of exosuit and try to stop the bleeding from his stump.

"Arrgh. Ok, ok. I won't shoot any more bloody civilians. I promise. Uurgggh..... Can you just please do what you can?"

Continue trying not to pass out/bleed out/die.
 

[Faith med:3+1+1]

Some fleshy bandages, organic med-foam and yet another vampire bite of organic drug cocktail and Sambo is right as rain. Aside from the missing arm, punctured lung and severe mental instability that is.

[SeriousConcentrate]

"...I'm for knocking these fools unconscious and carrying them to the APC," Jim said, cracking his knuckles. "We're not leaving until they have after all."