Just one drug for now. I got to make this box last until my first mission!
You choose A very large, solid yellow gel capsule filled with a watery yellow fluid. Your vision gets very sharp and you could swear you're seeing everything at a slightly higher resolution.
Also, there are voicing in your head. Not mean ones, just quiet whispers asking you if you're feeling alright.
Xan goes still as he stares at the error message. His thin frame trembles as he tenses up in anger before violently putting his hand back by his side.
"Very well then."
He turns once more to the nurse.
"Is there any basic medical equipment you'd be able to offer me?"
Ask for basic medical shit from nurse. If I'm refused or accepted, doesn't matter, head to the Armory afterwards.
Xan pauses before making any kind of selection, realizing something.
"Steve. Have any restrictions been placed on me as to what I can purchase."
No free handouts here!
I'm not sure if you're restricted. Maybe? Hey Miya, Should we sell him stuff?
Jason lets out a sigh of relief once the Shackle I'd safely in the footlocker. This calls for a drink. He makes his way over to the bar, taking a seat on one of the barstools.
To the bar. Peruse the menu while trying to get the hive to produce bugs with two specific traits: The ability to secrete substances that mimic the effects of battlestims one at a time, and the ability to change the type of stim they secrete.
You vomit maggots all over the bar and then pass out.
((I was just wondering if it really was an omni-workshop of vagueness or a more grounded place to mess around in.))
Yes, do try to make an interesting statuette or figurine (half a pound of scrap metal is to be used), though try to keep the strangeness mild and not quite threatening - enough to fascinate, but not enough to, say, force one to go on a killing spree of some kind. If that's possible, of course.
You crate a wonderful statue of....a misshapen dick.
Oh.
Take a sip of the Solar Shine. Assuming that nothing happens, drink the rest.
Str 0; Dex -1; End 0; Cha +1; Mind +2 [10/15]; Fate +1; Itu 0//Han -2; Con +1; Unc -1; Exo +3; Aux +1 [5/10]; Med -1; Gen 0
Mk II Suit; Microwave PK Amp; Mass manip PK Amp; laser rifle (fired once); 7 tokens: normal cigarettes; blue smokes; datapad (with platformer shooter); nanoghosts; shock trigger (with me); white skin-tight node-covered black-shell stasis suit worn under Mk II.
Appearance: 5'11'', 170 pounds in a rather unmuscular frame, shoulder-long brown hair, short goatee, brown eyes, a rather long chin that earned him his nickname. Age 32
Half a robot foot. Robot right arm. Wears basic clothes when not in the Mk II.
Everything takes on a sort of sepia tone halo and you feel strangely warm.
The News. Then whatever equivalent to motor racing they have.
The current news is talking about vagrancy and rebellion in the outskirts.
Pleased to find a decent kitchen, Elias searches it for ingredients and examines the appliances. Unused to the modern appliances, he prepares to make some breakfast.
Search kitchen, taking note of all appliances and ingredients.
It's a fairly standard kitchen. Microwave, oven, sink, blender, various cooking utensils. The ingredients have to be acquired.
Ask the barman for a scotch. Also ask if he's seen Nyar's, guy about yay tall, probably carrying a bat?
The barman gives you a glass of scotch.
"Back room"
Roll out of the stasis pod and gain my bearings. Afterward, head to the player housing and select room seven. Put some clothes on.
You come out of the pods IN the room.
Skylar heads over to the new armory and heads up to the counter.
Nice vending machine. I wanted to check if we had any more field medical tools more sophisticated than the advanced kits available, before I started tinkering around.
I'm thinking stuff that will help replace limbs and wake the dead in the field, so we can put them back to work.
Chat with the AM about torture medical devices
"Wake the dead? Sorry no. Nothing easy to carry at least."