Boredom must be assuaged. I think they will not allow me to destroy, so I must harrass to get enjoyment.
Wander around randomly setting stuff on fire. End up in the kitchen. Heat up lobster, preferably until it explodes.
[exo:6]
You vaporize a table in the mess hall. That should keep the other furniture in line and ward off the coming furniture wars for a little bit longer. As per a lobster, you don't appear to have one with which to create this hypothetical crustacean grenade. Maybe you can get one from the armory...or not.
((Yoink O_o
Space syphilis. How did you even contract that?!
Also, PW, I made no movement about the ship? Argh.))
May...Elizas. Hmm. I have nothing from the AM, probably won't bother Steve...Better check the usual places of where she...he? might be.
Check the infirmary. Detail what I see.
You head to the infirmary. It seems pretty much the same as it has always been. No may or thomas, but there is some guy laying in bed while a lady gives him the death stare. And someone else just wandering looking for a doctor. Nothing that strange or different. Wait, did that guy say something about space syphilis?
observe the Idiotic Drug Dealer from a short distance away, specifically looking for signs of weakness or sickness. follow him as he moves around but stay out of his arms reach. if he collapses or asks for help, help him back to the infirmary.
if he just sits there and stares at me, go back to reading my book until he starts moving around.
You sit down next to his bed and start reading. Occasionally you look up to stare at him. He stares back at you. You read for another few minutes before giving him the stare again. This goes on for quite a while while some new woman mutters about Space syphilis an generally seems discontent with the universe.
Equip apron. Boil the largest live space lobster I can find. See if it screams. Keep a blunt object at the ready should it get snappy. If it simply writhes in agony without sending boiling water flying everywhere or I've successfully subdued the beast with my frying pan simply finish cooking it and then put it on a large platter. If its too big for me to pick up or if it gets violent run from the kitchen flailing wildly and screaming for help.
You don't have a space lobster sir. You are not a space mariner who has dredged the deeps with his space net to catch one of the rare giant space lobsters whose shells are made of neutronium and whose pincers can cut through space time. No sir. You're not even a normal dude who as asked for a lobster from the armory master and been told that all they have is reprocessed lobster flavored meat gruel.
"So it does affect you a little bit with only one drop! Cool, that."
Try two drops, then three, then four and so on. Register results at every point, stop when hallucinations (if that is what they are) begin.
You begin writing down your experiences on the datapad.
Two drops: Strange floaty feelings and a sense of detachment from reality.
three drops:Similar to two drops
four drops: Sea horses
Five drops: I am the honorary king of Denmark and my dick is shaped like a manta ray riding an nuclear bomb.
At six drops the datapad displays the phrase: "I believe we may have gone too far." and then melts.
Gimp
((Nice too see my legacies being respected.))
"*Sigh*"
Watch the show, put off the inevitable wondering of where the hell I am.
That one guy just spends all day "interfacing" with his computer. How can they show this on interplanetary television? The ultra-conservatives on mars on gonna be very offended.
Go meet Gimp.
The gimp, as it turns out is Bruce bedecked in a strange sort of armor that looks like it's designed less to stop him from being damaged and more simply to keep his damaged parts from getting separated from one another. His head is enclosed in a faceless metal mask and he's wielding a long, almost rapier-like blade and swaying back and forth.
"Had to make some significant modifications. More fun now though. Give him a try."
Damn... I was planning to see whether the injured man with a mental condition recovered or not. Oh well.
Charles goes the the armory to look for anything of use
Victor? Cockroach man? I don't know anything about a prototype weapon of his. All I know is he's living in the ventilation system as of late.
Show Thomas the ways of the seventeen salty samurai solstice sodomites.
Show Thomas the ways of the seventeen salty samurai solstice sodomites.
Respond fittingly.
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"Thomas, to me you are like that pizza I just made."
"Because you want all that sausage inside you?"
"Because I want to cover you in molten cheese and cut you into 16 pieces."
"uh..."
She pulls out a cheese grater and a tub of Vaseline.
"This will only hurt for a second.Or 45 minutes. Somewhere in that area."
((And now I'm sick. :c I'm too out of it to put together a proper action right now, sorry.))
Hope you feel better soon. Don't worry about not posting or anything, it's not a problem. Just hit us back up when you feel up to it.
Comfort the sick lady.
"Is there something you want, miss? Soup, a drink, candy? Ooh, I know, a book! That sounds like something you'd want! Bye, miss!"
Run out of the room and wander the corridors for a library until I find a distraction.
((And yes, I know she's only sick OOC, but still. Anyways...yay, escaping from the conversation with the lady who won't actually be doing stuff for a while!))
Well, you find no libraries, but there are the VR machines. And the TV, thats always distracting. And May and Thomas are playing a strange type of game here in the hall, but you don't think you want to get involved in that. Hmm. Maybe the Armory master lady has books.
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