"So... No guitars or anything?"
Ask the above, then the below.
"Well, how did you survive so long ma'am?"
The intercom wails with a guitar riff.
"I didn't do stupid things." the armory master says, glancing at the intercom speaker.
Note to self, remember to get some more of that Dessert 3 later on. Dessert 3. What an odd name.
Go to armory. Watch all the people. Find out more about them from their behavior.
This seems like a popular place of 'hanging out', as they say these days. Lots of young people. They're a bit strange-looking, though. Wonder what that's about.
You go to the armory and look at all the people there. Well, your keen deductive reasoning has deduced that 1. at least two of these people a fucking mutants and 2.apparently no one has a problem with that.
"You said a protective cloak would cost five token, right? How much would a normal cloth cloak cost?"
Inquire about a cloak to conceal my modifications.
((Is the stream still up? I can't seem to get on.))
"oh, you can have that for free." She shoves a big lump of cloth out to you.
Gorat sees that the robot man seems to have no intentions to let go of the remote, and shrugs, content to watch the programs he zaps through.
...ImBarzar habbabb motorized seesaw...
...I did not hit her, I did nooot....
...disappearance of half the colony...
Alright, let's go with a gauss rifle generator and capacitor as you said.
Ok. Now then, about that computer control. How you want that to work?
Look at the AM's designs.
((Armory 2.0, I'll bet that file of her's will be. Except without amps or manipulators.))
The file has three subfiles: Systems, weapons, Ammo
"Both. Just everybody in fact."
Ask for total number of people on board as a whole.
"That include stasis'd people?"
Milno sighs. The girl is still having nightmares...He wonders why the hell Jim didn't kill the bastard before he was able to murder the girl's family. At the very least, she's alive and recovering.
"Did you ever make any modifications geared towards armor instead of weaponry?"
Ask.
"Only things like that armor of yours. Nothing terribly special."
(Hey Piecewise, do you know May's stats and token count?)
May
+1 uncon wep
-1 intuition,con wep,Exotic
1/3 char, dex, med
2/3 int, uncon,dex
Med kit:empty
Microwave Field Manipulator (17)
14 token
handful of hallucinogens.
Go to the Rec room, look around to see if there's anything new in there, other than all the stuff just being replaced. Sit down and watch whatever's on television.
((Sorry I haven't been doing any actions. Does anyone want to take over Sambo for the next few days? I'm kind of busy. Otherwise he can just auto-slob in a chair for a bit. ))
Doesn't look like anything new so you sit down and watch the tv.
"Motorized Seesaw?"
Keep at it, drawing from an endurance pool Dr. Avocado probably shouldn't have.
[end:1-1]
You clutch your chest, twitch violently and fall of the bike. You gasp a few times before passing out.
((Faith and Feyri are going to be BFFs? Just remember both their names start with F, meaning FF, which is also Final Fantasy, and that one girl got a Katana in the back. Be warned.))
((Nobody's pretty enough to oh shit Jim.))
((XD))
"Well... you could still regrow it from your other parts, and it'd still be you, right...?
As for being a human medical kit..."
Faith sighed.
"I dunno. On the one hand, what is wrong with him, and look at my arm!" She held her left arm aloft, staring at the strips of flesh and strange new orifice. "The fangs I could deal with, but ugh!
But, on the other, I guess it's insanely useful... I don't know, it just feels hard to complain too much about something like this, even if it's not what I want and not what I wanted. Almost like... well, imagine if the Doctor replaced on of your hands with a really, really powerful rifle or something. You'd probably feel at least a little torn, right? Or what if he grafted a giant turtle shell that could stop lasers to your arm- that'd be unpleasant in a lot of ways, but it'd just be so handy that, well..."
"Well, y'know...if it's regrown...it just doesn't feel right, if you know what I'm talking about. It's not something I, err- originally had, so to say.
"And as an ironic note, I took up a medical course when I was younger - it helps in the personal trauma therapy, eheh. But I get your point when you say it that way. I feel like we're being used here.
"...
"You don't think I'm weird, right? Erm, on that oath of confidentiality I guess all fleshtechs take - fleshtechs are medical professionals, right?"
It was nice to feel like you could trust someone - and that person was Faith. Her name just said so!
Being drawing ye draft on the paper!
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