Awaken covered in goo and naked
You wake up in the same state as you would had you spent any significant amount of time around Renen.
"Um, do you have any friends among the other crew? Real friends, I mean. People that you like to hang out with, and that like to hang out with you in turn. That kind of thing."
Ask.
"I have a weekly poker game with some guys in maintenance."
send a message to the AM
I want books.
go to the armory, walk over to the AM, make eye contact.
if i get a book(s), take it/them to the barracks and read on my bed.
You head to the AM, who promptly asks exactly what kind of books you want.
(We're over 900!)
Find someone who looks in charge.
"Hi! My name is Grate. What's your name? Is it from a great-grandparent? Mom said mine was. What's this thing do? Is it dangerous? Who's that? What are you doing? Can I help?"
You ask these things to Feyri. Because she seems nice.
Select Tinker. If prompted to select materials or objects, choose Scout Eye. In addition, if possible, pull up an internet interface and perform a search on modern electronics, and try to pinpoint the flaws that make the Scout Eye so frail.
Let's see what's changed in the last 200 years...
Turns out the reason why they're so fragile is the fact that they're literally a video camera covered in rockets. They have no armor, no real structural reinforcement, nothing. Probably why they're so cheap.
Faith made another sighing noise.
"I see, and thanks. Um..."
She glanced down at her mechanical hands, her expression changing to :<
"...would you recommend getting a synthflesh body or regrowing my old one? Or maybe something else? I... really think I want to be human, but it occurred to me that it might not matter if this happens again, but I don't know if running around in a synthflesh body and then regrowing my old one when I was 'done' with it would really happen..."
Weird body question.
"Just get a synth-flesh one. Worry about surviving your missions first. If you get to 10 you can always just buy your body back and then go."
"Okay, thanks"
((Yay! New weapons!))
Charles looks around for anything in the armory that might be useful.
As in, on the armory list or just in the armory? Because Feyri's there and she can be pretty useful. Especially if you need someone to run in and take a bullet for you.
Jobasio ran a hand along his jawline, chewing thoughtfully, and 'hmm'ed.
'Yes, yes, she looks to be a likely mark. Shocked, speechless, no doubt still traumatized at being thrown into the HMRC.'
He nodded slightly to himself from where he stood, casually leaning against a wall of the barracks, observing all from behind his shades.
'She will do quite nicely. Time to work up some of that- hopefully hereditary- Hootzal charm.'
>Corner Lyra as she returns to the barracks.
"Oh, a newcomer? Ahh, you poor thing! Alas, how it pains my heart to see such innocent, lovely young souls thrown without remorse into this terrible system." Jobasio gave a sad sigh and shook his head, exuding sympathy.
>Assume a sympathetic expression. Exude sympathy.
"...
...So, you want to buy some drugs?! I can hook you up. Yes indeed, help you forget alll this unpleasantness and mellow yourself right out."
He cast a quick glance around, then pulled out a small bag of white anaesthetic pills, proffering it towards the woman with his most charming of smiles, still chewing gum as he awaited answer.
"But a single token and it's yours. Highest grade pharmaceuticals, this."
>Sell drugs to the newbie. One token.
You corner the newbie by the armory and start trying to peddle her your drugs.
"First one...isn't actually free. Give me money."
Well, after trying to read the whole thread but getting bored at page 243, forgetting about this for a year, and just now reading the OP, I've decided to make a character!
Nothing at all will go wrong from this.
Name: Xan
Gender: ....technically male, but seeing as how he possesses no genetalia anymore, really more genderless.
Apprarance: Tall, slim bald guy with pale skin and a curiously unwavering stare. You know, the usual creepy guy. Has no hair on his body at all and numerous burn scars.
Personal Info: Xan grew up in the ruins of a colony destoyed by xenos and then abandoned for some unknown reason. He meticulously assembled a 'parent' out of the scraps of flesh and bone laying around in the rubble and brought his parent-puppet everywhere he went. When humanity colonized his planet again, he was rather aggressive, to say the least. After a few years of harrasment (see below), he was captured, taken away from beloved Blonko the corpse parent, and sent to the HMRC.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Xan was of the mind that the natural state of being for beings apart from him was dead corpses or flesh scattered across the floor, so when human colonists landed in his planet he did his best to educate them as to the nature of things. He sacrificed them in horrible rituals, he charged into masses of them and hack-and-slashed them to bits, he spooked a few to death ... he did all sorts of stuff. Oh, and he once walked right up to the local head of security with no clothes on and kicked him right in the unmentionables. For this, he was set on fire, his unmentionables were ripped off, he got a lot of bones broken, and he was sent off to the HMRC.
Stats: STR: 0, DEX: 0, END: 5, CHA: 0, INT: 0, WILL: 15
Skills: Intuition: 3, Exotic Weapons: 2
Profession: Transhuman all the way.
Oh dear, my perplexicon players are coming here and the players here are going to perplexicon. Dearly me.
Welcome aboard.
((Cursed timezones.))
"Bye, Ms. Feyri! See you later!"
"Hm- oh, bye Grate. I'll send the message to you soon enough...hopefully!"
Darnit.
"And-and stay safe ok?"
But the child was now out of sight...headed to anywhere else but the Armory.
Ugh...why didn't you prepare this beforehand...
Feyri looked a her wristpad and starting sifting through the messages again, reading them quickly as she stood by in the Armory.
"Hey AM, what do you think Jim could use in his current form? As in, something he would like?"
Inquire!
((@Yoink: I... don't think it works that way XD))
Oh...and also...ask this.
And then something happened. Something...(with the conscious use of the ellipsis), uncomfortable.
Feyri blinked - her faceplate being up anyway - and began typing something on the wristpad before showing it to the AM.
Is it possible to maim or intentionally hurt other convicts on the ship? Like...certain people...who grope. And touch uncomfortable places?
"I dunno. A new amp? Also yes, we have no rules against murder around here."
Presentations done, let's start.
Start groping Celeste. If the Doc calls or sends a message, stop everything and go meet him.
((This a great chance for the perv-Renen. Celest should have ran while she could.)) 
Honk Honk Honk. You just keep honking from behind and she doesn't even seem to notice. Honk.
Make more such sandwiches. Feed them to everyone.
You start running around, trying to jam your meat into everyone's mouths. They're a bit perplexed by your actions.
upon being cornered and offered drugs:
shift my hands from holding each other behind my back to holding each other in front of me. look at his sunglasses for one second, then shake my head horizontally twice. look slightly to his left afterwards. back up if the drug dealer approaches within four feet.
Back up slowly. Maybe his vision is based on movement....
Celeste felt the tap on the shoulder and heard a muffled greeting from outside the VR, though she couldn't make out what the person was saying. "Um, h-hello..." she replied. When the voice didn't respond again, she assumed the person had left, and returned to what she was doing. A moment later, a pair of phantom hands cupping her breasts brought her attention out of the VR completely and immediately. With a yelp of "What the fuck?!", she jumps forward away from the unknown person, yanking the VR equipment off of herself, spins around to face him, and trips on her own feet from trying to do all of that at once, landing on her ass.
You perform the classic "fall out of chair and flail like an idiot" anti-molestation maneuver.
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