((Daarn. I keep forgetting to post stuff here. -_-'))
Anton comes out of his slightly-more-than-momentary stupor, his brain having overloaded from Flint's slight... unhelpfulness earlier. He finds Flint absent, and another person sitting down next to him.
"...uuuuh...ahem. Oh, hm, what? Yeah, some help would be nice. Especially actual help. Here, look at this schematic. Ignore the, uh, dicks here... and there too. See what we were going for here? Okay, now keep that, and help me put this thing together."
Clear the blueprints of as many dicks as possible, and hand them to Jack. Enlist his help in putting the trailer together. Slightly embellish the design to allow the trailer to self-propel itself with the help of a small motor and an additional wheel, though with no direct power source - just contacts for any generator or powerpack to be hotwired into.
If Flint returns from the freezer to help, let him - but clobber him at the first sight of any further dick-drawing.
"Whats with him?"
Help Anton.
[Anton:4+1]
[Jack:6-2]
Jack and Anton, the hindrance of random dicks now removed, easily manage to throw together the trailer using random junk from around the garage.
((Saying that we have equipment analogous to a high school lab is very vague. And what kind of equipment do we have for testing possible chemical reactions?))
Test a bit of each sample in the following manner: Examine under microscope, weigh on scale/measure volume (and calculate density derived from those two measurements), submit to hardness testing, test radiation/heat emission, test for electric charge, submit to flame (be sure to record flame colour), then, after the sample has cooled, reexamine under microscope to see if the structure may have changed during heating, reweigh on scale/measure volume (and calculate density derived from those two measurements), resubmit to hardness testing, retest radiation/heat emission, retest for electric charge. Record all test results on a datapad, then put physical tested samples in different containers, with their names appended with (Physical Properties Tested).
(For simplicity sake lets say you have access to any machinery that costs less then about 500 bucks (Ie no electron scanning microscopes and stuff, but microscopes, centrifuges, meters for radiation, electricity, etc, plus various chemicals and chemical detection tests, are all viable.)
Materials test 1:
The stone samples prove inconclusive but uninteresting; their structures similar to that of regular stone, their densities quite normal, and lacking any radioactive, electrical or heat discharge. Flame doesn't seem to effect them in any way. The same can be said for the iron sample; although testing reveals it to be impure, probably some sort of alloy. The only interesting thing is the beads.
First thing, Their structure is oddly crystalline, considering they're so smooth and ovoid, and you can make out myriad rombohedral structures through the microscope. They aren't terribly dense, but are extremely tough, as your attempts to test their hardness yield not a single scratch or chip. They are mildly radioactive and electro-active, qualities that increase when near other beads; so much so that visible arcing between beads is observed when they are a few inches apart. Flame seems to have no effect on them, besides blacking them with it's residue, which can be wiped off to reveal the unchanged surface.
"Hey Open the door or Ill have to break in"
Attempt to enter if unable or prevented for no real reason have suit on and laser through the door
Before you start cutting through the door, we'll wait to see how Simus reacts to this.
Hey simus. React to this.
((The days count is really iffy right now. From my side, it has just been three days, but from what I gather, it has been more for some teams. It doesn't particularly bother me, but I just considered it worth pointing out.
Also, for everyone (including me) concerned about the mystery. Remember the datapads I mindlessly erased? Who knows if they had anything, but I think there are still several lying around the barracks. Anton might want to check that.))
Once he came to the base, and took off his base, Vich stretched and flexed his muscles. He was tired from walking all day, from mapping these creepy anomalies, from endless arguing with the crazy and sometimes incomprehensible actor. It was the good kind of tired, the kind he hasn't experienced in many years now. First eyesight, and now this.
The so called "Crazy Suicide Squad" was better at therapy than a much larger squad of civilian doctors. One thing The Doctor had right. Weak of stomach morons. If he knew that this is what he was going to get, he'd have come here much earlier. Maybe he would have even abandoned his revenge. Maybe... but no need to think about that now. Philosophy does not rhyme well with a tired mind. He would've gone to sleep, but he had some things to do first. Truly, it is the busy man who creates the busyness in his life, not the other way around.
Message to Miamoto:
Private Vich here, we've talked before.
I was wondering how long we are planning to stay in the base before the next expedition. In other words, when are we moving out?
If I may, I would also like to suggest a possibility that we, the team Blue, should stay away from the "temporal" anomaly. This is all just speculation and may have been a one off event, but all of us had strange dreams after yesterday's exploration. One again, it may have been a one off event, but I considered it fit to inform you nevertheless.
I would also like to know our policy about taking walks outside. Say if I want to run several miles around the base on days when we're not exploring to keep me fit, or if I want to see the sights at the molten iron sea where the living creatures were found. What is our policy on that?
Message to Anton
You are our resident mechanic, are you not? Pardon me if I am wrong.
What is your opinion on using bicycles to move around? Cheap, versatile, effective. Maybe not for us though, these things do require materials I don't know if we have. You think they could be useful?
On the topic, could I put a request for ice skates and perhaps sledges? There are flat lands north of here, with an almost frictionless surface. Ice skates could speed up travel time significantly. Not to speak of the fun.
Message to Bishop
Once again, good job out there steering us. Was fun.
On a serious note, what do you think about taking a little break from expeditions. I'm referring to the fact that it would be very helpful to have some better and more versatile equipment in our arsenal, and you're one of our mechanics. We might benefit from you taking a little time to make something. What do you think?
That done, Vich headed to his bunk. Of course! He must have been getting really absent-minded with age. To leave all his crap unrefrigerated and just sitting there on his bunk. Probably not enough time to get bad, but embarrassing nevertheless.
Well, seems one more thing I will have to do before I go to bed.
Label my stuff with my name, and put the appropriate items in the freezer. If I encounter Flint inside, do the stuff below. If I encounted him anywhere else, still give the speech below, but with some modifications like crossing all the freezer related stuff out. Then go to sleep.
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Realm of a quantum role-playing: "Hey what are you doing here, are you alright? No I wasn't looking for you, I was putting my stuff in the freezer. And I didn't see anyone outside or searching for you, so I think you can come out. Unless you want hypothermia, that is.
Look, are you still mad at me about earlier today? If you want us to play hedgehogs, I am fine with that, just say the word. But I am personally ready to put that stuff behind. And if we happen to clash again for the same reason, then fine, but I see no reason for that disagreement to extend to the rest of our existence. What do you think? (once hearing the response:) Anyway, I am really tired, gotta go to sleep. Good day."
((Another very long post, yay!))
(Don't worry about exact day counts or anything. If we do we get into all sorts of problems with forcing some people to go faster and others to go slower.)
You wander into the freezer and have the aformentioned conversation with Flint, who you find barricaded behind icecream sandwiches.
After that, you go take a nap. Getting too old for this.
Do whatever it is I'm doing that Lars is helping me with.
Help Mesk with whatever it is he's doing.
((Sorry, bit rushed for time))
Both mesk and thrakor just sort of stand there with completely blank expressions; any idea of what they were doing now long gone to the mists of time.
try making a sword from scrap metal, use whatever relevant tools and machinery that arent in use.
Well, there's nothing around here hot enough to get the metal molten enough to be really well formed. About the best you could do is weld pieces of metal together and then sharpen the edge and make an incredibly rough, though perhaps effective, machete sort of thing.
I think we can take a bit of time off, sure. I'll see if I can come up with some useful gear that we could use, as well as take a good check on how the base is holding up.
As he walked through the base after returning, Bishop notices Mesk and Lars derping around by the morgue wiring panel he had yet to fix.
"Oh for fucks sake, that's still not fixed yet? Here, I'll help you out by actually doing something."
Get Alvin to shut off all power heading to the morgue, so we don't get shocked by the wires, then carefully slice open the panel with the torch, put in the new cable and check all other wires and connections before taking a few steps back and asking Alvin to power up the morgue again to test if it's all working properly. Don't touch the wires when they are live, and make sure the others don't either. Don't forget to stop Lars from scribbling on anything in there too, just in case.
[handi:6+1]
Everything goes perfectly! You get everything fixed and welded up just right!
It's only after a few seconds of admiring your work that you notice you're missing Mesk. It appears as though you may have sealed him in the wall.
"How did I even do that?!"
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