(I'm gonna let people on board volunteer now, mostly because it's a bit more fair to let people who have sat one out go on this next mission. But if there are spaces still open when mission 3's crew gets back, they're free to join.)
"End simulation."
Thomas heads to the briefing room, good thing that Steve warned them.
You head to the briefing room.
Also, Attention everyone who is thinking of signing up for the next mission: It looks like things in mission 3 are wrapping up so if you're gonna volunteer I suggest you finish up what you're doing and head for the Briefing room. I'd like to keep the turn around for these missions down if at all possible. Next mission is gonna be two squads remember, 10 players. Also also, you may wish to not buy your gear till after the briefing since one team at least will be under special circumstances that may make certain weapons very hard to work with.
((Well, I haven't used mine. I can always return them.
Question: May I have a count of how many tokens I have? I would believe them to be two.))
Milno has been watching Lukas vs May, and the genderless creature has been losing soundly; but the sound of guns being fired must mean the mission is nearing its explosive end, and with that in mind,
Milno moves towards the infirmary to check with the doctor if enough time has passed to free his leg from the capsule. He moves to the briefing room afterwards to volunteer for the next mission.
You head to the infirmary and are just about to ask about your leg when the doctor grabs the liquid filled cast and yanks it off, spilling foul smelling fluid everywhere and revealing a fresh new leg for you. You stand up out of the wheel chair and spend the walk to the briefing room familiarizing yourself with your new bits.
Volunteer for mission, head to briefing room.
"Hey Steve, how come we only get to hear about missions after we've already agreed to go on them?"
You head to the briefing room, wondering your question aloud.
>Because if I told you what they were beforehand, no one would volunteer. Volunteer and head off to briefingroom.
((Slight problem, I won't be here next week...))
I suggest either not going or getting someone to fill in for you.
>Victor
Your wrist pad beeps and directs you to go to the Infirmary.
>Ivan
Even with the medication they've given you and your strict habits of doing nothing, least of all anything dangerous, you've begun to change. The skin on your arms and chest is becoming very much like that thin carapace the cut on your arm grew, a mass of small, overlapping boney, hexagonal scales. Your voice as taken on a strange aspect as well, a secondary characteristic: Your words and indeed any exhalation of breath creates a whispered chittering, like far off cicada song.
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