((Hey people. I'll be gone for a week and I'll be back on Saturday next week. Miyamoto, are you willing to post actions for another huge robot for the time being?))
((Sure, one can never have enough giant robots after all.))
Lucas action: Head to the elevator.
"Ok guys, unless anyone has something else to do on this level, I say we head down and find out what the hell is happening here."
"Yeah. Good idea. I'm just going to sit down for a minute if it's all the same to you, Milno. Hey, do you think that painkiller thing I got would help with these damn migraines if I dissolved it and injected it into my braincase?" Jim said, the last question directed at the team's medics/scientists although really anyone could answer.
"You know Jim, that might be a rather bad idea. Pain is there for a reason after all, it informs us of what's wrong and feels unpleasant so that we would try to fix it. When you get those awful headaches, it ensures you won't try to use your amps beyond your capabilities. But if the pain's not there, you might be more inclined to go just that step to far, which could mean the end of you. Just something to keep in mind."
Once everyone is on the lift and ready to go, hit button to go down.
You hover your hand over the down button.
"I AM GONNA PUSH THIS BUTTON SO HARD YOU MOTHER FUCKERS BETTER HURRY UP!"
Faith sighed.
"So that's a yes, then."
Get as much of the data as I can; if that means plucking the hard drives out or something, so be it. Keep an eye on what the haze is doing if I can.
Then get to nearly out of earshot of the hospital. If I'm the last one out, blare in that a plague-haze has broken free of the morgue, and that if he wants to live I'd be willing to come back in and help haul him out.
If there's screaming of the Come Help I'm Not Going To Detonate The Hospital variety, go back in and haul him and anyone else I can out. Otherwise just follow teammates down the elevator, I suppose.
Then observe Flint, standing well back.
You gather as many external harddrives as you can, smash open computers and tear out their harddrives, and huck them all into your bag before running back and hiding behind flint and the rest of the cowards at coward's corner.
Name:Flint/Self-proclaimed scientist - Team C - Hospital, Administration, Coward Science corner
Flint looked left and right at the people leaving. Cowards. "I aint' running away from no shark mist! Not when there's science to be done. You guys go ahead, I'll catch up with you later. Now it's just you and me shark mist. Just like the time I played the protagonist in Maws. And I know exactly what to do with you..." Flint said, his laser pointing the mist, his eyes watching it closely.
((This is really out of character since my intelligence is supposed to be 0 but, someone's got to science that mist.))
Thinking out loud:"So. This is connected to the disease. There are a number of theories here... 0) The mist is sentient. We are fucked. 1)The doctors created an altered strain of the mist to use as a bioweapon and tested it on civilians. It later escaped. This is the original strain. 2)The mist is some sort of alien medical aid. It doesn't recognize our bodies however, so it keeps growing in the shape of whatever it seeks to replace until it reaches the bodies barrier with the air; i.e. the lungs and the skin. It's presence causes lung lesions and hemorrhaging, which in turn leads to coughing and the spread of the disease. The doctors concentrated a large amount of the disease causing mist in the morgue where it later begun expanding uncontrollably. 3)This is what's causing the disease. The coolness of the morgue caused the mist in the bodies there to rapidly replicate. When inside bodies (or any relatively warm organic container) the disease grows so slowly that it takes more than months to reach this state. The temperature as a driving force could also explain the differences in incubation period between patients; patients with higher average body temperature took longer to develop symptoms. And it could also explain why the doctors decided to burn everyone and everything in C block. Last theory most likely and also most preferable, since other theories involve running away and this colony turning to gray goo. Hmmm... It's time to duel SCIENCE!"
"Testing theory number 3: 'Cold turns you on; Heat cools you down'. Firing half-second laser pulse at Grayshark mist. I'm going to use the scientific method on you, bitch, oh yes I am and I'm not gonna be gentle!" *evil scientist laughter* Use the mining laser to make a line on the floor, starting outside the mist and going inside it. Observe the results. "Addendum: If the experiment confirms my hypothesis booze and magma fire should be applied to solve the problem."
Flint paused for a moment, rethinking what he just said. "Wait a minute... This theory isn't preferable to the others. What happens when the infected are put in stasis for their journey back to the ship? What if command has already put someone infected in the 'freezer' and now they're busy trying to clean up topside?"
[con:2+1]
You turn the cutting laser on and it activates with a diabolical hum. And shit starts melting and falling apart all over the damn place. You wave the laser around like a goddamn spaz, wiping out desks, walls, and nearly teammates, but not even clipping the haze.
Stacy, Team C DJ, In Elevator.
"Somebody should force an override, I think, to open up the iris and take a look up and see whether there's an actual blockage or the elevator is just screwing with us. And I am not going down a level just yet, what with all the crazy plague-mist spreading through this level. I think at least one team of people should stay up here to handle the mist situation or to warn the rest of the team if it gets too out of control. Can't have it eating everything around here unsupervised while we're messing around lower down."
Head back to hospital. Stay at a reasonable distance from the mist.
"Hey, guys, what say you we find out if the guy in the hospital lab was telling the truth about his dead man's switch?"
Another man in the coward corner I see. Filthy Cowards.
GO SHOVE YOUR FACE IN THAT DEATH MIST!
"It's official people, someone is fucking with us. Unless we can disable or override whatever is causing the sensors to flip out like this, we won't be going up anytime soon. And this grey mist is totally giving me the alien vibes, or at least really advanced tech that isn't all that common."
Glancing at the elevator, Bishop turns to face the others.
"Well, unless you want to hang around here avoiding the grey cloud of painfull death, I think it's about time to head down a level. Maybe we can find something to use against the damn thing, or someone who knows what it is or SOMETHING."
Keep an eye out for trouble and bring up a view of the cams of the guy messing with the cloud so I can see what happens.
You get a full pay per view screenful of failure and mediocrity. God, the nostalgia for when you too were terrible.
[Team A Medic - Mesk]
"Hmm... maybe I could get back to a higher level and try to unjam the signal from up there. Any of your fliers wanna help me up the shaft?"
Determine if there's a way up the elevator shaft to the next level, then try and get up the elevator shaft to the next level.
Not without breaking that Iris there isn't. So either punch that mechanical sphincter or resign yourself to the NETHER REGIONS DOWN BELOW.
"People people, calm down. Sharks are territorial creatures-" "you don't know that, we're not even sure they exist" "-so if we get out if its territory it will leave us alone. It's foolprrof, we just have to get off of this level."
Get in the elevator next to Miyamoto, Jiggle my leg for comedy relief
You do mad, kickass leg spins all the way to the elevator.
"180 Ankle flop!"
"720 Gangrene!"
"Toe Grind Shinflip!"
"Ah. Well, uh, can we get going? Y'know, haze and all that?"
GTFO w/May.
Book it.
You book a reservation with "The fuck away from here" and promptly set off for it.
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