With a sigh, Floki let his collection of scrap metal clank back to the floor. He needed tools. He didn't have any. He was just about to open the fridge to do a spot of comfort-eating when he stopped. 'Hang on,' he realised, 'I -am- surrounded by tools!' Sure, they were the metaphorical kind, but he figured they'd do.
>Borrow the forhead of some nearby, vacant-looking person and use it to hammer the metal into the aformentioned shape.
"Hey, help me out with this, wouldya? Yeah, just hold still a sec..."
Huh, that guy over there looks pretty vacant with the drool and everything. He'll do.
[dex:2]
[sambo dex:4]
The new guy sidesteps your flailing grab and keeps talking to Maurice.
"Wait, you mean like they die on mission or the training kills them?" Faith asked incredulously.
Ask Steve.
>The training. "Nooo...." May softly complains as Thomas leaves to scout out the enemy on arrival. As Thomas disappears, the Pegasus Calypso De XXX flies in through the window. May vaults up, "Calypso? You can't be here, my husband is just outside-" "Shh....me amore." He places a hoof on her lips. "He does not know, and he if he did, vould he care? He knows what you want anyvays....and you can't argue with me. Because I'm a horse." "Oh Calypso..."
Yee-haw cowgirl.
I'm too amused by this post to let Piecewise skip it. 
You ride that horse bareback.
Unfortunately, no, I haven't killed anybody yet.
The doctor nods for a moment and then taps on his wrist pad.
"We'll have to fix that."
"Why wouldn't I want to show it around? It's the best kind of art, I think, the kind that bends your mind when you look at it. If anyone needs their minds bent, it's definitely us. Ours are bent all the wrong ways, maybe this would straighten someone out. I'm thinking I should frame this thing and put it somewhere for all to see. It's definitely my best work."
Ask for the AM to elaborate. Get a frame that fits the painting physically and perhaps even thematically. Also, get something with which I could affix the painting to a wall in a somewhat permanent fashion (super-ultra-mega glue, perhaps, or some other means of attachment).
"If you know whats good for you, you will destroy painting and deny that it ever existed. And you'll do it now."
The armory master turns away and doesn't give you a frame or glue. How unhelpful.
Test the diffusion settings of the rifles with extra FCs.
(I'm guessing by the need for more FCs the beam isn't perfectly parallel?"
"Why wouldn't I want to show it around? It's the best kind of art, I think, the kind that bends your mind when you look at it. If anyone needs their minds bent, it's definitely us. Ours are bent all the wrong ways, maybe this would straighten someone out. I'm thinking I should frame this thing and put it somewhere for all to see. It's definitely my best work."
Ask for the AM to elaborate. Get a frame that fits the painting physically and perhaps even thematically. Also, get something with which I could affix the painting to a wall in a somewhat permanent fashion (super-ultra-mega glue, perhaps?).
(This is just begging for your hand to get glued to your face.)
With one it makes the standard beam about the thickness of a human hair. two brings it down to about half that. The most diffused setting shrinks to about 2 inches at 20 feet and about an inch with 2 chambers.
Message to Doc: Yes, but I have a question. Would it be possible to give me a tail? Something big and muscular, so I can lean back on it and get some stability. Biological or mechanical, doesn't matter.
>I don't see why not.
Well, see you later. Maurice smiled to Sambo, apparently ignoring the drool.
Go get the repaired suit from my locker and put it on (helmet removed and worn on the belt or somewhere (possibly just held in a hand), the prosthetic hand hidden inside the suit); put my severed left hand in the locker.
(( Roleplaying that for the sake of defining my current on-board appearance. ))
You do exactly that, putting your preserved hand away and putting on your suit.
Wipe drool off face but leave it on shoes. Get up, follow signs to Rec Room. Look around. See who's doing what. See what's on TV if there is no VR machines free. Otherwise, use a VR machine.
((Using my super-hyper-meta-knowledge of them, just to move things along. If I don't post for a bit, just assume I'm afk or something and if at all possible, park me somewhere safe. *inside the ship though*))
You wipe your mouth and head across the room to the VR machines. You sit down in one and hook yourself in.
>Battle of Hexbarax
>Poacher
>Punch many things
>Tinker
>Duel
Watch that sports event. Try to figure out the rules.
It appears to be a game called "Professional Maul Ball". The rules seem to be something like football/soccer with teams trying to get a ball into the opposing team's goal. However there don't seem to be any rules beyond that, as evidenced by the gratuitous violence and spectators throwing weapons into the fray.
"My lady! They have not broken through the line! I urge you, we must flee before they arrive!"
Thomas takes May upon his mighty steed (Gives her a piggy-back ride) and flees to the land of the Cy'bah Kar-da'h-Sh'i-Ans (Rec Room)!
You put May in a fireman's carry and charge into the Rec room before doing a spinning throw and hurling her onto the couch and the guy sitting on the couch.
"I AM A MAN AND A HALF!"
Thomas takes May upon his mighty steed (Gives her a piggy-back ride) and flees to the land of the Cy'bah Kar-da'h-Sh'i-Ans (Rec Room)!
((Why do I have the impression this may end up with riding once again?))
"Yes, but why did you pick amps? Did you have any prior experience with them? Milno asked, looking around for a while.
Ask.
"I tried some weapons out in the vr and they seemed the most useful and the ones I was best at using." She shrugs.
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