The f&%#.........
Intuiton the hell out of this situation.
[intuition:4]
This...isn't a normal hallucination is it?
Oh dear, might as well have fun while you're here.
Faith stared at the box a moment, before looking at the Doctor, May, the box, Doctor, May, and the box again. She wasn't sure what the implications of this were.
"So, uh... what's in the box?" she asked the Doctor. "Oh and, um, possibly related to that, what kinds of, um, genetic augments can you do?"
Box and gene mods.
"Basilisk. Anything interesting really."
Continue to smoke, look in at the progress on the (W)rec Room, if there's workers in there:
Any idea when this place will be back to being functional?
Then head back and wait.
You head to the Rec room but find the door locked. Aw. You bang on it a few times but nothing happens so you just head back the the barracks and wait.
"So we inmates aren't the only incompetant ones here then."
Thomas mutters the last line under his breath.
"Thanks ma'am."
Thomas gives her a thankful nod, then heads over to the Doctor.
You head off and join the increasingly large number of people hanging around the doctor.
(I find it funny that all of you were freaking out about it. XD I knew it was a joke. Come on, didn't any of you read Wayside School Gets A Little Stranger when y'all were little? Mr. Kidswatter does the exact same thing in the first chapter with the school intercom. Well, anyway, back to waiting on Yoink for me. Unless I can get a cheapshot in for waiting a day or so with no response? :3)
((In fact, I was hoping to find the maintenance personnel there. Discover who's the owner of the voice, that is.))
Go and get the "Combat Dash" system installed.
You head to the Research lab entrance and ask about the Human missile system.
"It'll cost ya a few tokens, that ok?" The man at the kiosk asks, "Like 3 or something." He looks a round a bit before leaning close to the slot of his kiosk and whispering, "So is it true about you and the Armory master?"
Look inside the holes.
You look into the holes and see something very large crawling around inside the box. It looks like a cross between a pangolin and a monitor lizard, a slow, stout mass of muscle and armored scales. It's eyes seem to glow a bright green and it hisses as it breathes.
Go to the Rec room, see what the workers are doing. Ask them if they want a hand with anything, but stay out of their way. Ask them if they want a drink after they knock off for the day. Proffer bottle of acohol at them.
"You blokes want a hand with whatever you're doing or a drink after you've finished fixing this crap up? Actually, I'll have a drink while you're fixing this crap, but there'll be some left."
Try and intuitively work out how to be a kitchen-repairman on a monkey-see-monkey-do basis, especially with regard to re-wiring former-death-murder-wires. Look around and see if there's any unattended tools as well.
The rec room door is closed. You join Simus in disappointment.
Lars followed close enough to finish what he was saying, but then stopped as St. Milno left. Ah, the life of a saint is very busy indeed.
He headed back to the barracks and delivered unto the masses an impromptu sermon on the benefit of living like St. Milno- a tricky prospect since Brother Lars wasn't really sure himself.
Preach!
((Pretty sure tokens are real, since at the end of Mission 6 a pile of them were dumped out into the briefing room.))
[speech:4]
You preach for several minutes about the benefits of being like milno; of attaining profit and survival through shrewd and pragmatic action, of being just the right mix of coward and soldier, of constantly berating and arguing with the one true object of your affection.
It goes off pretty well you think; well, at least no one throws anything at you, so thats a good sign.
((@SC: Not using meta. Also, why aren't you action'ing?
@Cael: Oh, you. now Brother Lars will be left with questions. ))
"Hi Milno!"
Looking around the room, perhaps she had overreacted on the messages. Nothing wrong was here but the sword without a sheath in her belt. Looking back, everyone else seemed to have left her alone.
Head to the AM, request if I could have a sheath for this sword, as said in the book for protection.
The armory master give you a rather ugly but functional square metal sheath she refers to as a "Universal Sheath". The innards of the sheath seem to conform to the shape of the blade as you slip it in. Neato.