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[SeriousConcentrate]

(I thought about asking Simus, but I figured that if the docs noticed it was missing when they repaired my injuries they would just give me a worse one. That and although I trust Pyro I don't trust the dice to not have him accidentally cut something vital for Jim's brain and kill him.

Also thanks Tir. )

[Radio Controlled]

((Here's hoping the inmates we sent up earlier will cause/have caused enough of a ruckus to make our grand escape easier. Because if I were in Commands shoes, I would make sure I have a 'shock em all dead' button to deal with potential uprisings from our side. Hell, it would be the first thing I'd ask Steve for.))

Continue to be ridiculously handsome Elevator Jet.

[Pancaek]

"So, either the've decided we need to die, or they went all insane and will still try to kill us. This cannot end well"
"at least we've had Fun"
"Say, brother lars, I don't suppose you have a deity of fire?"

focus and get ready to use my amp

[Parisbre56]

Name:Flint - Team C - Rocket Propelled Main Elevator

Flint didn't like this. Last time he saw a door bulging like this it ended up having sharkmist on it. "Be careful guys. I have a bad feeling about this..."

((Doing this action with the assumption that we are close enough to the iris to reach it and that the shaft we're in still has air in it because Jim has stopped the decompression.))
Use a combination of auto-chisel and monorazor to make a small hole in the center of the elevator. Then use the chisel to make an even smaller hole in the iris over the larger one. If nothing comes through the hole, pop my head up like a periscope and look around.

"I'm gonna try and make a small hole and see what's on the other side."

Spoiler: Map (click to show/hide)

---[ceiling]---
-1.Hangar & Storage
---[iris]---
-- |Shaft|
---[iris]---
-2.Life support & Entertainment
---[iris]---
-- |Shaft| <-- Elevator
---[iris]---
-3.GovSec & PD
---[iris]---
-- |Shaft|
---[iris]---
-4.Housing area
---[iris]---
-- |Shaft|
---[iris]---
-5.Hospital
---[iris]---
-- |Shaft|
---[iris]---
-6.Mining
---[floor]---

[Toaster]

Lars bowed his head.  "I have not yet completed my studies.  I am sure there is one, but I am not yet ready to invoke.  I deeply apologize.  What I can do is bless you with Fal of Clockwork, the God of Skill!"


Draw Fal's Gear on the back of Pancaek's helmet.

[Spinal_Taper]

>Close eyes.

>Curl into ball.

>Clutch gauss rifle.

>Scream for mother.

Thomas watched Jobasio flip out, then walked towards him hesitatingly, then put a hand on his shoulder.
"Uh, you doin' okay?"
Wait, why'd I ask that? That's stupid, of course he's not, he's screaming for his mom...
He shook his head and looked up.
"Well... We're making it out of here."
He patted Jobasio on the shoulder, wincing a little.
That probably made it worse...
Prepare for evasive action. Get anyone who's in threat of being crushed out of the way. If hostiles show up, shooty shooty.

[piecewise]

Flint digs a hole into the iris above the group while everyone else does a combination of cower, act as transportation or prepares for the inevitable tide of unfun things that are waiting beyond door. Flint's explorations stop rather suddenly as he pulls his auto-chisel back from the hole. The gray mist leaks in from the door in thin strands. Flint risks a peek through the hole regardless.

Beyond the hole, the second level has been infested with the mist, although only in rather flimsy manner: Thin strands of the fractal stuff, like spider web, hangs between the walls. The iris, however, seems to be the target of aggressive expansion, thick spikes of the stuff have embedded themselves in the metal and a cloud of it is trying to push it's way down. And now it's all spilling out through the hole Flint cut.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Jim thinks about the situation for a moment, trying to apply his considerable intelligence to see if there is a good solution to this perilous predicament.

(At least, I hope an Int roll will help here... >.>)

[Zako]

"Where the hell did that come from?! Burn it! BURN IT! We have to stop this crap from dropping onto us or eating through the elevator we're standing on!"

Get everyone out of the way of the mist and prepare for shit to go down. Try contacting command again.

[PyroDesu]

That's... not good.

I think we may have found the reason we lost contact - this stuff might have been intercepting the signals, or, at least, breaking them up. Probably also accounts for the irises closing.

So, who wants some explosives lobbed up there? Or perhaps a chemical-incendiary?

Break off a chunk of Aster-EX about 200 grams, and insert a detonator into it. Load ClF₃ grenade into launcher and prepare to fire up through to the next level. Contemplate what the hell is going on.

[IronyOwl]

((Oh hell. How did this even happen? Did something wake up the mist in the entertainment plague corpses?))

[PyroDesu]

((Oh hell. How did this even happen? Did something wake up the mist in the entertainment plague corpses?))

((Five bucks says that the hanger level is infested as well...))

[SeriousConcentrate]

(...F you, Pyro. Just no. Although if it is, what should we do about it?)

[PyroDesu]

(...F you, Pyro. Just no. Although if it is, what should we do about it?)

((Explosives, amps, (overloading?) manipulators, dead teammate bodies (not heads) as distraction, and a whole fuckton of luck.))

[SeriousConcentrate]

(Pyro, that's what we need to get through a normal situation. XD)