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Voting closed: April 07, 2013, 10:34:35 am

[TCM]

Accidentally encounter Thomas and May. Being bored, set something of theirs on fire.

"AYYO. WATCH IT BOI."

Fire warning shot into the air. If the pyromanic approaches further, throw cheese grater at his face.

[Harry Baldman]

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.

FIND OUT HOW TO BECOME A SPACE MARINER.

((I could tell you that - ask the Doctor!))

[GreatWyrmGold]

"What are you doing w--Ah! What are you doing, miss?!?"

(What kind of gun was it?)

[Xantalos]

Accidentally encounter Thomas and May. Being bored, set something of theirs on fire.

"AYYO. WATCH IT BOI."

Fire warning shot into the air. If the pyromanic approaches further, throw cheese grater at his face.

((Thank you for causing explosive decompression.))

[Parisbre56]

Stop. Everything.

(([Will:6+1] You stop everything. Absolutely everything. Including your heart. You are now dead. In a room full of cheese grater+Vaseline lunatics and pyromaniac lunatics. This will end well.

If you consider it, being hallucinating/unconscious/dead may be better right now than being alive. Maybe they only hunt moving targets.))

((Thank you for causing explosive decompression.))

((If a tiny bolt can pierce the armor of a battleship, I fear for the future of the UWM.

EDIT: Except if this is a nuclear cheese grater. You must expect everything from the May.))

[Empiricist]

((Piecewise: My previous character that I switched out for Charles, he left his remote turret in the armory.))

Victor leaves his weapon with all the required instructions and schematics in the Armory. He then goes into cryo and sets the duration as indefinite.

((Charles will not be registering any prototypes of his own. In case you're worried that I might just rapidly switch characters and prototype fifty different doomsday machines.))

[Spinal_Taper]

Accidentally encounter Thomas and May. Being bored, set something of theirs on fire.

"AYYO. WATCH IT BOI."

Fire warning shot into the air. If the pyromanic approaches further, throw cheese grater at his face.

Watch. Hide if neccesary.

[kisame12794]

((A single shot from a wimpy little pistol won't breach the hull.))

[Corsair]

((Con:May, that's how))

[Lenglon]

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.

Again

((Yoink, you've got the initiative here. i'm just going to be repeating this until you do something))

[Tiruin]

((Yay, I get to meet Lenglon and Yoink, and Piecewise doesn't tell me straight up who they are even though I've met them. Well, Lenglon, at least. Old-'Yoink' is dead :/

Was there something up with my precognition skills, piecewise? Or is there something wrong? Faceplates?))

Feyri approached the...drug dealer and the woman - the latter seemed somewhat familiar given the look on her face - and spoke.

"Not to interrupt your business, but did you, err, somehow see..." she twirled her arming sword in her hand as she gestured with her shieldhand nonchalantly, "a well-endowed woman pass by going by the name of May? Do you two have any idea where she went?

"And is there any problem you have with the sir, ma'am?"

Goodness, drug dealers in the HMRC. Next priority to cull. Ignoring the fact that people speak about space syphilis...like it was different from any other type of syphilis, hah.

People these days...

Currently speaking with Yoink/Lenglon

[Lenglon]

look up from my book and turn to face Feyri, although my eyes go over her left (my right) shoulder. shrug once.

((what you're looking at: Lyra - four foot 1 inch tall, white hair to waist, white eyed, female. wearing dark blue clothes, unsuited. no visible equipment or weapons beyond wrist-comp.))

((the only person who knows my name right now is Maurice and presumably Steve and the AM. and i'm not wearing a nametag right now))

[Caellath]

((Oh, did Lyra get custom clothing or some clothes from the armory?))

[piecewise]

Accidentally encounter Thomas and May. Being bored, set something of theirs on fire.
If attacked, incinerate strapon.

[exo:4]
You incinerate May's handful of hallucinogenic drugs that she just kinda keeps around, ostensibly always holding in her left hand.

"Heh, those mars douche bags have it coming to them anyway, suppose t's time to find someone in charge."
Look for someone who looks important/doesn't act like there only brain cells are on fire/doesn't have a cheese grater. If this fails, shout to the skies for direction, hopefully from someone who doesn't live on a cloud, I don't get on well with him.

You find the armory master. She looks fairly in control of her situation, and rather official too, what with being behind that desk and all. No doubt she can direct you to the start of your magical adventures through...whereever the fuck this is.

"You know, Charlene, as that is what I've decided to call you, I agree. I agree wholeheartedly. This has to stop now."

Stop. Everything.

What are you, the ruler of Madagascar reacting to someone sneezing in Canada? Cookie for anyone who catches that obscure fucking reference.

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.

FIND OUT HOW TO BECOME A SPACE MARINER.

*cough* Check the Vr machine program list. *cough*

Accidentally encounter Thomas and May. Being bored, set something of theirs on fire.

"AYYO. WATCH IT BOI."

Fire warning shot into the air. If the pyromanic approaches further, throw cheese grater at his face.

Your revolver has no bullets. Damn your subtle cunning, armory master! And now your drugs are burnt to ash!

...You've still got this kinetic amplifier though...

((Piecewise: My previous character that I switched out for Charles, he left his remote turret in the armory.))

Victor leaves his weapon with all the required instructions and schematics in the Armory. He then goes into cryo and sets the duration as indefinite.

((Charles will not be registering any prototypes of his own. In case you're worried that I might just rapidly switch characters and prototype fifty different doomsday machines.))

Oh, I still just have that in your inventory because I know you would be coming back for it. So there you go; the power was in your heart all along.

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.

Again

((Yoink, you've got the initiative here. i'm just going to be repeating this until you do something))

The stare-off continues. It's frankly much less interesting then a hypothetical dance off that could be happening right now.

((Yay, I get to meet Lenglon and Yoink, and Piecewise doesn't tell me straight up who they are even though I've met them. Well, Lenglon, at least. Old-'Yoink' is dead :/

Was there something up with my precognition skills, piecewise? Or is there something wrong? Faceplates?))

Feyri approached the...drug dealer and the woman - the latter seemed somewhat familiar given the look on her face - and spoke.

"Not to interrupt your business, but did you, err, somehow see..." she twirled her arming sword in her hand as she gestured with her shieldhand nonchalantly, "a well-endowed woman pass by going by the name of May? Do you two have any idea where she went?

"And is there any problem you have with the sir, ma'am?"

Goodness, drug dealers in the HMRC. Next priority to cull. Ignoring the fact that people speak about space syphilis...like it was different from any other type of syphilis, hah.

People these days...

Currently speaking with Yoink/Lenglon

Only thing wrong here is my memory.

[Harry Baldman]

"I am, in fact, the ruler of Madagascar. Though which one, I dare not say. Probably Madagascar-17, considering my luck. That place was always quite the hole. Wonder if someone's burnt it down yet. Or at least reduced its surface to a glass desert with nuclear weaponry. Guess I could pray for it."

Pray to the god of nukes, do the nuclear dance. Hope my kingdom gets put out of its misery. Stop everything afterwards.