These magic calculators sure are silly. I guess I'll return to them later.
Exit VR.
As Stacy removes the noble accoutrements of the VR addict, he shivers involuntarily.
Dang virtual reality. Always makes me feel so... disconnected.
Head to Armory. Greet Armory Master.
"Hello, miss. Something's been bothering me - what was your name? I get the feeling I should know what it is, but I seem to have forgotten."
"Hard to forget it, considering I never gave it to you."
"Fuck You Whatever your name is, I'm going to call you Faust, I asked for strength, you made it impossible for m to gain it, I don't know what you are, but you are certainly not human, no human would be this much of a monster, if never doing anything again is what it takes i promise this, I wont play your games, or the H.M.R.C.'s I'm done, so you can keep me locked up in a steel cage, or you can kill me here and be done with it, but I will never let you win."
The Gauntlet thrown.
((Time to call The Doctor out on his bullshit.))
"My friend you should not tell me what I can and can't do. You'll find I am very persuasive. Your options are to comply and gain some knowledge and skill in the process, or be forced to comply."
"Ooh. I like this one..."
Experiment with the "tinker" program. Make the following things:
1. Some stuff I made back home, like the gun and a computerey thingy.
2. A jetpack, which works sorta like a jet. Worn like a backpack.
3. A flying tank, car, and aircraft carrier. They fly by (respectively) gravity manipulation thingies, jets, and some propellers like helicopters, respectively.
4. Some kind of gun that heals what it shoots. Somehow. What's the local phlebotinum?
See which of these are possible. Don't worry too much about practicality just yet.
1. Gun and a Computery thing? Come again?
2.We have those already. The MkIII has one built in. But it uses Rockets, not jets, since jets don't work without air. And we're in vacuum a lot.
3. Your hover tank can indeed hover and move around, though the system will be expensive, finicky and quite silly over all. A car with jets? Well we have a tank on rockets, so a car on jets would work. An aircraft carrier held up with propellers? Uh...I dunno if thats actually possible physics wise...Not an aerospace engineer. It seems like the sort of thing that isn't possible or if it is possible, it's massively impractical and probably requires propellers 10 times the size of it.
4.Get out of here, Archimedes.
Celeste opens her eyes up again. "...All right."
Follow the doctor to have her leg replaced below the knee.
((I am not entirely averse to having both legs replaced below the knee, if only for mobility's sake. Celeste might be, but at this point, she's frail enough that her other knee probably won't last long anyhow.))
You get a nice cocktail of pain killers and one medically induced coma later you have a nice new mechanical leg. Yay mechanical legs!
Introduce self to Lyra.
[speech:May]
"Hello. One time I fucked a tiger, but that was back when I was a man."
She sort of just makes a strangled choking noise.
"Fuck You Whatever your name is, I'm going to call you Faust, I asked for strength, you made it impossible for m to gain it, I don't know what you are, but you are certainly not human, no human would be this much of a monster, if never doing anything again is what it takes i promise this, I wont play your games, or the H.M.R.C.'s I'm done, so you can keep me locked up in a steel cage, or you can kill me here and be done with it, but I will never let you win."
The Gauntlet thrown.
((Time to call The Doctor out on his bullshit.))
((Actually, Mephistopheles would be more appropriate.))
"Traditional. I really don't want to be anywhere near an amp considering my mental illness makes me think that the universe is controlled by dice and bold text."
"I dunno if I really want to give tips on psychological warfare to complete lunatics."
Hey, why were you brought here? I know they arrest people for anything and I was arrested because of a date, but did you come here for being stupid?
He's no fun because he already gave up fighting. He thinks strength only will make him live. Maybe we could punch the right idea into him. What do you suggest, Doc?
Talk to Bruce. Ask Doc.
"I'd suggest Invasive brain surgery."
((Oh gods.
Oh, did I get a book of some description, PW?))
Not that I see, Jackson. You want one?
((Well, I...
>Request a paintbrush and an old-fashioned, fancy-pants book of some description.
>Then go to Rec room, place my rifle on a table and paint her a nice shade of blue. Taking care to do a neat job, of course.
...was hoping for some piece of old classical literature or poetry or whatever. I wasn't very specific, just whatever the AM might give me. ))
Hmm well actual physical books are rare. And poetry isn't my forte. So here, you now have a book. Have fun with it.