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Voting closed: April 07, 2013, 10:34:35 am

[Unholy_Pariah]

look over both my shoulders then poke it with my flamethrower, incinerate it if some kind of mutant or alien pops out, if no alien bursts out kick the can over.

[Lenglon]

look around, listen to the intro speech from post 1, get some clothes on (if given options, single-color clothes, if lucky then dark blue), and start wandering aimlessly about the ship, familiarizing myself with where to find what and suchlike.
get out of the way of anyone moving nearby, and avoid crowded areas. (crowded == 5+ people) avoid eye contact unless directly addressed.

after running out of comfortable places to go wander back to the armory, stand in an out of the way corner and observe the various people passing through, and the items being offered.

[IronyOwl]

((As a reminder, I've got potential plans for Ivan once/if I get back on ship. Just something else you might want to consider amongst all your other decisionmaking.))

[Unholy_Pariah]

Is it bad i want to make an ivansuit?

Sort of like:
Braincase->synthetic interface->demon body

[IronyOwl]

Is it bad i want to make an ivansuit?

Sort of like:
Braincase->synthetic interface->demon body

((I was wondering if this would be viable for synthflesh a while back, but I never checked up on it.))

[Sean Mirrsen]

"Alright, I'll do that then."

Anton saves the project, downloads a schematic of it to the wristpad, and takes off the VR machine's helmet. He squints, adjusting his eyesight back to reality, and looks around. A few people seem to be cautiously examining a... thing that climbs along the ceiling. "...мать твою.. sweet merciful crap." The appearance of the thing does not seem particularly friendly to Anton, and his pair of cheap-as-dirt little hand-lasers doesn't quite fill him with confidence. He cautiously backs out of the Rec room, trying not to turn his back on the mutant ninja cricket, and walks briskly to the Armory.

"Greetings, ma'am." he addresses the Armory Master. "Steve has suggested that I ask you for assistance in this project of mine. Or rather, with acquiring some parts for it." Anton displays the project schematics on the wristpad, and explains in brief the purpose of the device. "...and to complete it, I need a generator unit matching these parameters, as well as a means to create the spark gap and mount the whole thing on the suit's forearm. And I have only 3 token left. Or 4, if I am allowed to trade my second hand laser back for its original price. Can I get the required parts for that price?"

Anton thinks a moment, and adds "Also, there seems to be a chitinous carapaced creature with claws climbing along the ceiling of the rec room. I haven't been here long, and that kind of thing is rather disconcerting to me, so I was wondering if it's... normal around here."

Leave VR, converse with Armory Master.

((Somebody should really ask Steve to try and electrocute Ivan. If it succeeds, good. If not, we might have a double-TPK, both on ship and on mission. Win-win. ))

[Nikitian]

(( Quick, do we have any doors anywhere? I can remember at least one, leading to the back of infirmary. Perhaps we could ask the Doctor very nicely to allow us to stand behind during the fight.
Or we could try and make our own, 100% genuine wooden door - just remember that if he sniffs us doing that, he'll take that a declaration of war as clear as if we tried (and failed) to nuke him. We'll have to proceed with caution and discretion.))
Actually, I'm not sure - perhaps I could ask someone with an appropriate amp to try penetrating my mind and make me do something (hop in place, for a less dangerous example) and learn how to resist that the hard way. Or I could just get some psychoactive drugs and go reading/watching those great eldritch-horror-describing books and movies of the past - Lovecraftian series, New Lovecraftian series, Alien Space Ponies: Horrors are Reality, R'lyeh Wars IV: A New Dread, whatever else there is - even the Altered Wars documentaries, for what they are worth. And there was also... well, alright, there wasn't ever a strange painting, which could not theoretically be what made me cleave someone's throat, so it's not possible for me to try remembering and re-experiencing what didn't happen to me back then in order for a rematch. Except if I do try something like that, I won't forget to put on a straightjacket just in case.
Those damned space ponies, the scariest of them all... Just how could they get into that anomaly? Or was I mistaken about their participation in the ruination of that tower?..
Talk. Also, remember the tower from the last mission and re-evaluate the possibility of the alien ponies causing its destruction.
((A little humor goes a long way ))

[Lenglon]

((I can't seem to find a visual description of Anton, could you let me know what I'm looking at?))

[Empiricist]

Deciding that the gigantic demon cicada is not a threat to the non-lightfitting members of the ship, Victor walks back to the armory (he only took a few steps out of it anyway).
"What are we supposed to do about that demonic cicada?" he asks the Armory Master.

[Corsair]

((I just though of doing a similar thing with Ivan by combining this weird disease thing with synthflesh and hopefully create supersynthflesh or something similar, then use it in an avatar. ))

Decide to freeze Ivan instead and once frozen take him to the doctor and tell him of my plans/ideas.

[Sean Mirrsen]

((I can't seem to find a visual description of Anton, could you let me know what I'm looking at?))

((Ah right, I never posted a sheet here, only in PM. Well, here's what I sent to Piecewise:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Anton "Blackeye" Chernozorov
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5'2", stout, somewhat overweight man with a mess of short dark brown hair and a faceful of stubble that never seems to want to grow any longer. Left side of body and face thoroughly covered in remnants of poorly healed burns.
Personal information: Anton was mostly an average guy quietly working his way through life. He kept to his books and tools, preferring working with machines to working with people. Always alone, always distanced from others. All his spare time was devoted to working on his magnum opus, an experimental high-energy device of uncertain capabilities that, as he thought, would change his life. He turned out to be right. Upon activation, the device discharged a vast quantity of energy into the superstructure of a nearby apartment building, collapsing the building, and subsequently exploded, leaving Anton with severe burns and buried in debris. He survived. Three hundred seventy four inhabitants of the destroyed building, among them twenty-six children, did not.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Mass Murder

Stats:
Strength: 5
Dexterity: 1
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 1
Intelligence: 7
Willpower: 2

Skills:
Handiwork +2
Conventional Weapons +1
Unconventional Weapons +1
Aux Systems +1

Profession:
Technician (Handiwork +1, Exotic Weapons -1)

Not much to look at, I'd say. ))

[Tavik Toth]

Continue watching Ivan and being on guard.

[Toaster]

((Lars is glad he's not on the ship right now.))

[Sean Mirrsen]

((I'm not sure which I'd prefer, being stuck in an enclosed space with a borderline-murderous supermutant ex-teammate, or being stuck in a rapidly decompressing makeshift rocket-propelled elevator full of soon-to-be-ex-teammates...))

[Toaster]

((Touché.))