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

[Lenglon]

((It looks like you filled out your Space character sheet correctly to me. And this is the correct Space thread. So Space you should be good.))

[piecewise]

As I've said in the other threads, I'm in the middle of moving right now, so my hands are busy holding boxes rather then typing nonsense. I will attempt to keep everything updated as much as possible, but I'll just let you guys on the ship know that my priorities are with the two mission threads if time is limited. I'm sure you can understand why; faster they get actions done, faster the mission ends and the faster you all can go win fortune and death. Speaking of which I've got like 20 minutes here so, lets get this done quick.

...Good question.

HEad to VR, fire up Punch Many Things.

You get into the VR machine and load up "Little girl's ass wooping simulator."

Grab her by the throat. Jam the fingers of one hand into her eyes and wiggle them around until they are nought but jelly. Afterward, bite her nose off, reach up her nasal cavity and rip out her brain.
Skin her afterwards.

[dex:3-1]
[little girl dex:4]
[Little girl str:6]
[end:2]
The little girl punches you straight in the throat. You go down like a sack of hammers. A sack of hammers that got beat up by a 8 year old girl.

Charles goes to one of the VR machines and loads the tinker file that he saved the sheep into.

(Remind me again what that file was. But assume you're in it now, to save time)

"That was good, how about this!"
SNAP THE NECK

[dex:4]
[LG dex:4]
[str:3]
[str:4]

You both punch at each other and end up punching each other's fists. It smarts like crazy and you both take a few steps back and shake stinging fingers. Several jokes about wondertwin powers and 80's kungfu movies are made.

hold my hands behind my back and Follow Feyri.

still doing this

same time, same place, same plan

EDIT:
look around for how the floors are cleaned

if everyone is barefoot, and crew never enter the area (to clean it) then Charles' feet should have been absolutely filthy. humans sweat, sweat spreads on surfaces it contacts, and sweat is sticky, meaning it collects dust out of the air.

Oh, it's cleaned. In fact, all the blood from the Ivan fight is gone as well. Exactly how did that happen? None of the broken things have been repaired yet; but it's all nice and clean...hmmm.

So it's speed...Is there a way to make my mind stronger without the missions? Do you know any type of training of that kind I can take part in while I wait for the mission, besides sparring?

Ask.

"Training..."He tilts his head back and his respirator releases a burst of gas, "Hmm. She might have something for you. Or you could just let me do it." He shrugs, "Your determination to stay human will get you killed one day." He laughs to himself for a moment and then goes quiet.

"The days of such sentimental attachment to the flesh will end soon."

Find vintage reruns of Jersey Shore to watch. Imbibe exactly four drops of Xeno Spit and observe the screen.

You hallucinate that this is quality intellectual programing.

"OH GOD I'M TRIPPING BALLS!"

((Transparent, you say?))

Replace the lens of the camera with an AlON lens, pull up a screen of the Eye's view to test its transparency. If the view is not inhibited by the lens, create several clones of the Eye for impact testing and maneuverability testing.
((They'll be getting different amounts and configurations of armor to test what's most effective, hence the need for more than one.))

Well, you can't create a lens out of it, but you can certainly put a clear shield of it over the actual camera itself.  Now, you want several clones of these things? Sure, done.

"I like being a cat. I wanna be a cat."

Go find the doctor. Ask if he can make cat-girls.

Much to the delight of everyone on board, you cannot find the doctor.

Try again.

This time, the shot connects straight with the man's rocket launcher and the entire thing goes off like a pipebomb. You can't see thanks to all the smoke, but no one is shooting back.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Seth
Age:24
Gender:Male
Appearance: A 6'0" tall man with neck length shaggy hair and a poorly maintained goatee. Characterized by his near constant vacant stare.
Personal information: "We live in the future and yet weed hasn't been replaced yet?" Poor Seth had just been enjoying his latest score when the law caught up to him. When he was informed he would be working "Hard Time" in service to the HMRC, the combination of cannabis in his system and the subsequent shocking news had somehow left him traumatized in the form of a massively unhealthy obsession with the word "Space". No, not the infinite vacuum filled void, the actual word "Space". This leading him to sporadically adding the adjective "Space" to any word in his speech. For example: "Hat" become's "Space hat", "Laser" becomes "Space laser", And yes, "Space" becomes "Space Space".
Reason assigned to HMRC: Substance abuse.
Stats:
Strength:3 
Dexterity: 3
Endurance: 4
Charisma:  2
Intelligence:4
Willpower:4
Skills:

Intuition:1

Handiwork: 2

Conventional Weapons: 1

Auxiliary systems: 1


Profession:Technician

(( Not sure if this is right, but...))

Welcome aboard, space man. You know how this goes or you need some intro. If you need some intro...uh..

Ah, You, Harry, You're reasonable gentleman. Help our new corpse, I mean sucker, I mean meatshield, I mean teammate get settled in.

[Empiricist]

((PW: I don't know what's in the save. Charles tried to save the sheep into it but isn't sure if he succeeded or not, so I don't know what's in it either until he enters the save.))

"Listen man, I understand this is inconvenient, but I got a job to do. I have a very specific contract: Babble cryptic crap at this Bishop guy. So if you don't need me for anything I'll be on my way."

"Contract?"
Charles paled, fragments of recent memory piecing together. This longer seemed like a delusion.
"What are you exactly? You mentioned appearing to the wrong insane person, if what you're saying is true, then you are not a normal hallucination as people who have never even met usually don't perceive the exact same delusion. What was the other party involved in the contract? How does it benefit from you giving this person cryptic messages and how did you end up with me?"
Charles saves the sim with the image of the Sheep in it and looks for the Doctor.
((Congratulations Piecewise, you've succeeded in making me think up of conspiracy theories involving talking sheep.))

[Spinal_Taper]

Begin dragging the laser around inside the smoke. Just hold down the trigger and wave the barrel where they used to be.

[GreatWyrmGold]

((I've been planning this--on and on, mostly off--for weeks.))

"Where's the guy I'm supposed to punch? Oh, look, a little girl!"

Go hug the girl to incapacitate her with confusion, cooties, and/or a hug.

((If Defeat == Friendship, surely Friendship == Defeat?))

[Xantalos]

Interesting. Who are you?

[Lenglon]

((PW: I don't know what's in the save. Charles tried to save the sheep into it but isn't sure if he succeeded or not, so I don't know what's in it either until he enters the save.))
"Contract?"
Charles saves the sim with the image of the Sheep in it and looks for the Doctor.

((...
Lenglon stares at Empiricist for three seconds,
then switches to staring at piecewise for two seconds,
then stares at Empiricist for two more seconds...
then goes and drags up the necessary quotes.))

Spoiler: quotes (click to show/hide)

"Steve, is there an inmate under the name of "Bishop" or am I just more delusional than usual?"
"Sheep, I cannot find Bishop, I'm not even sure why I'm talking to you since you are obviously a hallucination."
Charles goes to a VR machine, accesses "Tinker" and summons the Sheep into the program.

You dump yourself into Tinker along with your Sheep.

"Listen man, I understand this is inconvenient, but I got a job to do. I have a very specific contract: Babble cryptic crap at this Bishop guy. So if you don't need me for anything I'll be on my way."

"Listen man, I understand this is inconvenient, but I got a job to do. I have a very specific contract: Babble cryptic crap at this Bishop guy. So if you don't need me for anything I'll be on my way."

"Contract?"
Charles paled, fragments of recent memory piecing together. This longer seemed like a delusion.
"What are you exactly? You mentioned appearing to the wrong insane person, if what you're saying is true, then you are not a normal hallucination as people who have never even met usually don't perceive the exact same delusion. What was the other party involved in the contract? How does it benefit from you giving this person cryptic messages and how did you end up with me?"
Charles saves the sim with the image of the Sheep in it and looks for the Doctor.
((Congratulations Piecewise, you've succeeded in making me think up of conspiracy theories involving talking sheep.))

"I've gotta pay the bills man. My wife is a Capra demon, you know what she'll do if I can't bring home the bacon? It involves dogs, man. Dogs."

EDIT:
((looks like this wasn't necessary after all.))

[Caellath]

Interesting. Who are you?

((Are you asking the girl that, by the way?))

[Xantalos]

Interesting. Who are you?

((Are you asking the girl that, by the way?))

((Yeah.))

[Caellath]

((Yeah.))

((Maybe she answers with "I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."))

[Harry Baldman]

Sing Jersey Shore theme song. If there isn't one, invent one. Keep watching the screen. Intently.

[Thearpox]

((I've been planning this--on and on, mostly off--for weeks.))

"Where's the guy I'm supposed to punch? Oh, look, a little girl!"

Go hug the girl to incapacitate her with confusion, cooties, and/or a hug.

((If Defeat == Friendship, surely Friendship == Defeat?))

((Doesn't work like that. You've got to charm her first. Use your charisma, which is.... oh.

No, but if you actually want to pull that off you should behave as you would with a dangerous animal. Keep your distance, no sudden movements, no rushing ahead. Just trying to hug her will just result in her doing what I would've done in her situation. ie: freak out, punch, punch again, jump backwards.))

[Xantalos]

((Or do what I'll do eventually, which is get a smart person to hack the VR to let me use amps in the simulator and laugh as she burns alive.))

[Sean Mirrsen]

((At which point you'll discover that she is the AM's younger version, and has a Mass Murder Manipulator Amplifier of her own...))
[/givingtheGMideas]

[Xantalos]

((At which point you'll discover that she is the AM's younger version, and has a Mass Murder Manipulator Amplifier of her own...))
[/givingtheGMideas]

That may be, but I have sheer, bloody-minded persistence. I will win ... eventually.