((And their number is how many tokens they cost?))
((Yes.))
"Okay, so let's try something new."
Use the eyedropper to take a drop of Xeno Spit and put it on my tongue. See what happens.
Nothing much happens. You feel a little strange, but it must not be potent enough to effect you with just one drop. Perhaps if you injected it into your eyes.
Why the hell am I thinking about looms? What the hell is a fucking loom.[/b]
Finish Beer, look for something ,mind numbing and repetitive on the t.v., perhaps a soap, or a reality t.v. show.
"All my carefully perfected quilting expertise will go untapped. What a shame."
You find a reality show about 12 malfunctioning androids living in a house together.
"Bobby-3 is such an asshole, talking to Betty-11 like that. Least I assume he is...they are just talking in unintelligible bursts of loglan. But I don't like his tone. "
Interesting. Decision made.
Request a Microwave Amp, painkillers, and some anti bleeding meds. 5 tokens total.
After getting them, go look around the ship for something to do.
You get yourself some delicious pharmaceuticals and then have some casual brain surgery. Your new magic brain technology successfully installed, you begin stalking the ship for something to do.
You've heard this May chick is something to do. Emphasis on the
something.
keep on reading and waiting
It looks like he's awake now. Perhaps you can go poke him with a stick.
((I... THINK I'm in the infirmary? nope, rec room))
Celeste is completely confused. After being molested, Celeste had been attacked(?) by a robot/synthflesh person hitting her with a sandwich; said robot was then tackled to the ground by someone else. In addition, there was a young child belting out an endless stream of questions about seemingly nonsequitur things. And this was supposed to be an average day in this warped hellhole? "...Dear lord, what have I gotten myself into...?" she murmurs to herself, rather overwhelmed by the sudden revolving door of events, and almost seemingly on the verge of tears, rage, or some other nondescript but unpleasant reaction.
Find a proper chair and sit down; try to recompose myself. Remain observant, and try to remove myself from any further conflicts that arise.
You go sit down on one of the benches in the mess hall.
"I've been here for what, 10 minutes? And I've been molested, slapped with a sandwich and now I have little to no idea where I am. Surely this is the beginning of a long and illustrious career."
"I dunno," Says the guy who helped you up...and also hit you with a sandwich, "One of the veterans around here ate his own arm after the first mission, so anything is possible."
"Well... That was awkward."
Jobasio rubbed his head with a grimace. "Who would have thought it would be so extraordinarily difficult to sell drugs on a ship full of convicted criminals?"
>Get up, glance around.
If no infirmary staff are watching me, replenish my supply of drugs before leaving.
Otherwise just trudge out looking sheepish.
The Lady you were trying to sell drugs to is just standing over you. Staring.
"Are you gonna steal my kidneys?"
Just keeps staring.
"You are, aren't you. Well enjoy them, I already ruined them with drugs, alcohol and space syphilis."
"...Miss? Are you okay?"
If she doesn't respond, give the lady a hug.
You give the lady a hug. She smells like ham.
((I should've been more specific. Returning action.))
Feyri goes around with her arming sword in hand and the medieval combat manual in the other - Reading about non-lethal combat regarding the pommel/hilt of the sword - meaning, how to maim without killing or how to strike with the blunt end.
Looking for Elizas/May. (PW: Detail the first room I come across other than the Armory, thanks)
Ok...person is an ass-...yeah. Ok. Understand that, but I guess that's too much of a description from the AM to detail what she's experienced in order to say that.
...Probably should ask that Thomas guy about her. Does he know? Hopefully.
((Wasted a turn :/))
The book doesn't really talk much about non-lethal combat, except in terms of "If you do this wrong you won't kill them. So make sure you do it right so they die super hard." You suppose that blows directed to the hands or the feet would work well, or the flat of the blade to the head. Although that might just turn a decapitation into death by bludgeoning.
Charles looks for a Doctor.
No sign of The Doctor, but there are plenty of general doctors and nurses around here. You suppose that any of them could handle what you need.
"!" The sudden display of kindness from the child snaps Celeste back to reality. She gives a small smile. "...Yes. I'll be okay. ...Thank you."
As before, remain observant. Take some time to consider the earlier train of thought regarding the flimsiness of the Scout Eye and how it could be remedied.
You could probably reenforce the frame. Add some armor plating. Or not fly it into hard things. That would probably really help.
Are you alright? When I was leaving I think something smacked a sandwich on your face...
Have you finished?
Send messages, go check on Celeste from a safe distance.
The Doctor responds to your message:
We're all ready in here. Come and meet the New...I forget his name. Lets just call him Gimp.
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