"Guys, I'm starting to feel strange here, I'm getting scared and angry for no reason. I'm also hearing a hum of some kind, despite the vacuum and myself not touching the walls or floor. This is starting to get really weird right now...
Simus or Lukas, one of you come down here to me. It might be a biological thing that's affecting us and it might not work on one of you guys."
Turn on my lamps and take a look around where I currently am and get a grip on myself by reminding myself that there is no reason to be scared or angry right now. Tap a wall with my foot and then do the same with the floor to see if anything changes and see if I can block out the sound somehow by turning off my internal speakers or at the very least try to pinpoint where the sound is coming from.
You look around. You know-vaguely-the way to get back but as per where you are...it's hard to say. It's just one in a number of completely interchangeable, fractally branching hallways.You try to reason the feelings away but they just keep growing. You feel a sense of desperate energy; a desire to act but without any direction of how. You touch the wall and the sound goes from a hum to a roar so loud it completely deafens you,leaving nothing but a ringing in your ears. Your vision goes hazy and the world spins; you can feel the MKIII injecting thing, responding to something, you just don't know what.
You start to feel strange sensations playing across the skin of your face.
Name:Flint/Deeper Scum - Team C - Mining area, Entrance
"That's strange. I was certain..." mumbled Flint before he got a second idea.
@Bishop:"Hey, rocketman, what equipment are you carrying? Do you have any of those space magic thingies plugged into your brain?"
Examine the miner for any signs of the disease. Search his suit for information. Search my exosuit, his exosuit and his suit for any communications equipment. See if the miner's laser battery is salvageable. If nothing interesting is found, follow Bishop and see if I start hearing anything.
In terms of information in his suit you have zip. Same for communications equipment. And the battery.
The body however is something entirely different; It's more fractal gray sharkhaze then flesh, with thick tendrils of the stuff spread throughout every inch of the man's flesh.
"Hey, this noise stopped. And if bishop just started hearing it, I guess whatever it is must be coming from inside our head. This reeks of alien mindfrakkery, and I don't like it. It's probably some kind of signal that gets stronger the nearer you get to the source."
Start going into the tunnel, while hovering above ground. Once I hear the noise again, close down all possible audio input, from radio to microphone. Then see if the noise goes away or not.
You do your best to hover down the tunnel without touching the sides but you take a corner a bit too fast and scrape against the wall. The sound comes back like a brick to the skull and your suit's systems flicker violently, throwing up fields of scrambled data. They flash to black and then start printing the same word thousands of times a second.
>RUN
On my way, Bishop, if my leg doesn't give out.
Arm grenade launcher with Chemical-Incendiary, head to Bishop. Be wary.
You do your best to follow bishop, but this place is a maze and he's quite far ahead. The noise starts almost right away and only gets worse farther on. You keep it on the periphery of your mind for now, but you can feel it waiting there; a tiger made of white nose, crouched to pounce.
"Ooh, ooh! Idea! Let's burn everything! That's a good idea, right? That way, we're bound to hit something we're looking for eventually. We certainly have enough magical pocket calculators for it as well, yes?"
Figure out if I could cut open the wall with just my monoatomic razor or if I would require a cutting torch as well.
Well, you could probably do the bulk of the cutting with the razor, but since it can't stab in you'd need to make a starting hole with the torch.
The sharkmist had his interest now. Hmmm...
Assuming I still have a sample container, attempt to break off a piece by scraping it off with the container (IE- not touching it with suit.) Either way, then draw a Hexagon, the symbol of Cog-azaon, on the sample with a marker. Pray as below, then contemplate on what this sharkmist could be.
"O Cog-azaon, please grant unto me divine understanding of this sharkmist substance! I implore thee to lift the veil and grant me knowledge!
You break two containers before you find a section of Macromist weak enough to let you scrape some of it away. After a quick divine scribble and a prayer you settle in to think about the substance.
Hmm. Might be organic, or pseudo-organic. Maybe carbon based constructors?
[Team B Leader=Milno]
"I've already been to some missions with mindfuckery." Milno said, taking a pause to let loose bloody coughs before continuing. "Better keep communication constant and warn the team about anything you see; depending on the type of mind screwing, I don't doubt some of us may be forced to fire at each other by it."
From the coughing and blood, try to estimate how much time until I'm out.
It's hard to tell. You've felt a little better since increasing the temperature in your suit but...well, you're starting to feel like you should enter the macromist maze. It seems...just to be the right thing to do. You have no idea why.
"...technically I'm probably resistant to harsh emotions, by the way," Faith said, glancing down at her wrist. "But on the other hand, if that system breaks or gets overloaded we might have a problem."
Step into corridor. Attempt to break off a sizeable chunk of macromist wall.
You step into the corridor and break off a piece of the wall. As you do so you feel your entire chest cavity spasm violently. You stumble out of the hall and proceed to coat the inside of your helmet in blood.
Thomas slumped down on the ground near the wall, looking at Jim, and opened his mouth as if to say something, but stayed silent. What could he say? Nothing like this had ever had ever happened to him. He sighed and stood up, walking to the outer edge of the group and looking up.
Be the lookout.
You stare really hard at the wall. Yep. It's not murdering you. Oh look, faith just vomited blood all over the inside of her helmet. Thats cool, you guess. Just as long as that wall isn't having any cheeky thoughts.
((Hey there. I'm back and just checked up on the posts I missed. Poor Feyri. Thanks for taking care of Lukas for me, Radio Controlled!))
Lukas follows Miyamoto into the tunnel
You thud your way after Miyamoto and stop where he stopped You poke him a couple times as his suit twitches.
"Yo, you ok man?"
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