"That's twice I've died now. Huh."
wait for a doctor/ Her Docktor.
Eventually, a nurse comes over and injects something into your iv. You wake up an indeterminate amount of time later, with a big old scar on your chest, but otherwise uninjured. Hm.
Stacy is briefly resplendent in the safety the serendipitous couch offers him, but then it hits him. The urge. The frightful, inescapable necessity to dance, to shake his money-making instruments wildly and suggestively toward nearby onlookers. It is an unholy urge, but damn if it isn't a fun one.
He briefly considers switching to singing instead, but, seeing how that would betray his secret hiding spot to the vengeful, cryptic, mysterious spirits of the undead just as much as the odd current gyration of the couch above him, he decides against it. Rather, he will keep escaping in a very stylish and bawdy manner reminiscent of the great dance floor sensations of his misspent youth.
Get out from under the couch and dance back to the Sword somehow. There's gotta be a way out, right? And if not, simply explore this sub-basement dungeon place or whatever.
You do the funky chicken all the way back to the ship.
((I can hope. And as long as I have hope, I'm not likely to make a new character, just in case Grate gets better somehow. Which is why I'm trying to get that hope crushed so I can rejoin.))
(( I'm going to go with PW's cryptic message about this. 'Just wait.' He's got something planned out, though he's going to be a tease and make us wait until Monday to find out what XD
In the mean time, you can always start making a new character if you have the time to consider it 
))
Skylar checks the team's feeds as he flies over.
Uhhh.... Steve? Are you seeing this? Do you have any idea what we're looking at?
Continue flying, land near the amp team *well away* from the Quantum Anomaly Formerly Known as Grate
>An anomaly, clearly. Beyond that I can't really tell you, except that it reminds me of the Young Experiment somehow. You land a good distance away from the crazy shit what be going down.
"Hrmmm. I don't suppose running would help much at this point. Okay creepy child thing, what are the echoes saying?"
Listen to the creepy child thing, and prepare myself to enter the void if the creepy child thing becomes aggressive.
((I have unerring aim when shooting at teammates.))
"One day. One day the god made in man's image shall crush planets in their hands and put dark the stars. And Man shall rejoice."
As he says the last words, grate collapses to the ground.
((The Grate we're seeing now is "suffering" from quantum immortality. This will likely continue until he delivers the message he's speaking out in full and then he'll either return to relative normalcy (with a hidden timer till spontaneous existence failure or somesuch), or he'll just cease to exist/live.
Or maybe he keeps that quantum immortality as a power, but at a cost similar to what Morul had with the goggles/voidsuit.
Would be oddly fitting. Lyra and Grate. One is a cat, the other literally has nine lives.))
Anton puts the pad away and covers his face with his hands.
"Ugh... I think I'm allergic to these painkillers... I'm hallucinating physical impossibilites."
Remain where I am. Keep recovering. Query the nearest nurse as to how long I'll be out of commission, and if there's any way to speed up the process.
"A few days, assuming you rest up and don't over do it." A nurse tells you. "Just let the bag do it's job and you'll be fine. You can already walk around if you want, just don't over do it. "
Go to the armoury master. Ask for one bottle of each alcohol. And some rags, and a lighter.
"If you're making Molotovs you're better off with just the HMRC standard. The other booze is filled with lots of things, but it's actually pretty weak in terms of alcohol. It won't burn."
Keep watching.
You stare at the current quantum weirdness, completely non-plussed.
Grow a mouth and lungs to speak with.
Armory Master, do you happen to have an adjustable statue of a human that I could experiment wrapping myself around?
((He be asking for a mannequin.))
We'll say you grew those bits.
"You want it to be articulated or just solid?"
Okay, I came expecting to retrieve crushed remains, not some weird anomaly of the deceased. If you guys want to keep hanging around with it, fine, but I'm out.
Nope! Back to the Sword with me.
"As a famous scientist once said 'Fuck this quantum nonsense!'"
You run back to the ship. Because fuck that silliness.
"Don't wanna be hurt by fire eh? Well, we can't give you complete immunity to heat, but a robot body would make you more resistant to it. Sound good?"
Teal continues to stare up at Maurice as though to say "Oh Sure, you can't maniacally push the boundaries of the human body and reality itself when it comes to MY unreasonable dreams".
But twitches a hand in what could only be seen as a handwave denial. There was too few humans on this ship of Robots and Altered, and after spending two years in a place where scars were currency, he felt that he had a responsibility to make an irresponsible decision.
Be all you can be!
"Alrighty."
They transfer you, bloody tubes and life support systems and all into a tank of medigel.
"You're gonna be in there for a while. So try and get comfortable."
"Anything else?, also I never knew that the HMRC was so cushy"
perform more tasks
Right now, I think we're good. The Infirmary is catching back up to the backlog and the rest of the population of the ship is slowly filtering in. I guess, if you felt helpful, you could start moving the boxes on the gangway out there into the ship's hold. ((This reminds me of the scene in "next" where nicholas cage is dodging bullets and all his failed attempts are falling away))
collect the technological devices xan spat out while absorbing sods, stick them in my backpack and go find out whats taking the others so long to get back.
Xan didn't eat that body but really, there's nothing in there for you. It's all melted and destroyed.
So you head back out toward the crater that used to be a shipyard, passing several people shouting "NOPE!" on the way.
((*Image*))
((Yo, that's the most terrifying PG, gential-less image I've ever seen. A giant naked Uncanny Valley man with four bloody stumps affectionately playing with a naked human-cat hybrid thing in unsettling proximity. When I opened the spoiler, I freaked out. It's a good drawing nonetheless. But damn...
And I thought Lyra became the Nekomimi variety of catgirl, instead of an Anthro. Should've paid more attention, because now instead of kittygirl we have that...person animal thing. (No offense to Lyra.)
I do have to say that the all the actions that Elizas/May have made during their time in the H.R.M.C. seem to be far less creepy and grotesque than most of the other crew. What have they done? Ripped some clothing, grabbed some butts, sex change, promiscuity, enhancement surgery, etc. There was the time when Elizas attempted to take the corpse of some dead crazy soldier, but he was actually just going to make her into some sort of reanimated android sidekick. Meanwhile, compare that to everyone else committing atrocities, having nihilistic self-destructive breakdowns or becoming abominations of the cosmos either of their own volition or not, and comparatively Elizas/May have been tame in their actions.
Also of interest, Amplifiers are now Canon in XCOM.))
((Yeah, I see the comparison and I've seen multiple times where Elizas BURNS AND DIES HORRIBLY in my mind for his evil and atrocious acts. No words can explain how appalled I am of his doings, especially when Skyrunner played? Yeah.
That image? It's all ok.))
I have no idea where I'm supposed to post and the titles of every darn thread is misleading >_>
Where would you like to be? Down with Quantum Grate or with No hands Jim?
((You see, Tiruin, the comments of GWG and yourself are both subtly accurate when it comes to the true nature of the Elizas/May creature. More should come out on it as time goes on...))
(( As time goes on? You were one of the first characters on this ship! 
*engage roleplaying mode!* ))
((Well if you say so.))
Leave people alone.
Walk down corridor.
Stagger.
Rush to nearest toilet facility.
Vomit.
Stagger out of toilet facility.
Collapse.
Try not to cry.
Cry.
Cry a lot.
I believe May is attempting to have those things humans call "Emotions". How odd.
((... I got completely derailed from playing with Jim because... yeah... so, um... I'll just assume we played 'catch jim's broken off stumps' for a little while, ok?))
Take a nap
A cat taking a nap? HOW POSITIVELY ABSURD!
(Same here, Lenglon. ^^^; Turn and then arguments and stuff and yeah. Well, anyway.)
Jim is just going to relax as well and continue to wait for arm replacements. No reason to disturb Lyra.
We're gonna say they gave you your hands back sometime off camera to save time. Enjoy your hands.
NO NOT THAT WAY!
((I think the thing with May/Elisaz isn't the fact the (s)he does horrible things, that's pretty much par of the course here.
It's more the fact that she does it with abandon, she revels in the misery.
For comparison:
Regular HMRC recruit: "Oh god why did I kill that family of 4 with my jackhammer hands, while setting fire to the orphanage? WHYYYYY!"
May: "I once shot a man just to see him die."))
Keep on runnin' to the Sword. Once there, start collecting those metal rods the sods left. And a few of those I-beams from that destroyed bridge by the command tower (need metal for new melee weapon after all). Keep collecting, drop it in the hangar when hands are full.
You get lots of metal for your new whacking stick.
Also keep running to the sword. Once their, ask the armory master wether she can get me the same implants/training that amp specialist guy had
"Sure. Do you have 15 years to spare?"
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