Head over to the armory, singing cheerfully. Paint a mural featuring field manipulators and amps next to the Armory Kiosk, including information on what they do (make sure to include the words "Space Magic"), how they differ, how asking too many questions about them is highly unhealthy and how overloading them is a very, very bad idea (feature images of big explosions and dying people). Make it informative, make it cheery, make it useful! Make it so that all this knowledge is accessible to the masses!
You paint a breath taking mural and entitle it "An idiot's guide to space magic".
"Not my best moment..."
Leg sweep!
[dex:1+1]
[lg dex:3]
[lg dex:2]
[dex:6]
[str:3]
You sweep the leg and cause the girl to sort of stumble. A little bit.
((Oh, and hey, he's moving again!))
((?? 
??))
((You were standing around, waiting for Feyri to do something you could follow, for several turns.))
"Hm. I was expecting there would be more stuff. But, c'mon, let's go look around!"
Lead the little girl in the direction of the most-interesting featureless white void!
(This is lots of fun, even if in the end I end up with absolutely nothing. I can't imagine that piecewise imagined anything like this happening in the Punch Many Things program...which is probably part of why it's so fun!)
"Here, we'll have the picnic over here! This part of the perfectly featureless, white expanse of nothingness looks particularly welcoming for some reason! Maybe just because I'm delirious from an allergic reaction to the stimulant chemicals. Oh well."
((That imagery is awesome. Non-third person narrative is awesome, thanks to you 
Or maybe its just how I read and visualize things, huh.))
Feyri viewed the scene with surprise. It was...a fear of all things?
...
She returned Lyra's hug even after she withdrawn. "Sorry Lyra. I didn't know...I'm here for you if you need anything."
And thus did Feyri secure the third member in Jim's long awaited threesome.
((After viewing the past 2 pages, I think Lenglon's character is well on their way to replacing me as PW's science headache of this game.
I must not let this happen. Note to self, once back on the ship: Ignore missions for a while. There is Science to be done. And a minor conversation with Der Doktor.))
((Lenglon is fun! Also what page format do you use? Not the usual forum one, huh. Answer it in another post which isn't OOC specifically, thanks!))
((Feyri is a good surrogate big sister.))
((Indeed))
:') Thanks.
"You aren't alone in this, Lyra. You aren't alone..." Feyri said, holding her friend by the shoulders as she looked into her eyes, before returning back to her usual posture and decided to ask something that was on her mind earlier.
"Ma'am, is it possible to augment the MKIII suit in terms of mobility? As in, minor aids in bodily kinesthetics--dodging or causing a detriment to any accuracy from a shooter or gunman? Meaning, is it possible to refit the MKIII to use its rocket fuel as auxiliary, miniature boosters to achieve this? [+ to Dexterity?]"
Inquire @ AM
Also, if Stacy comes by, inquire as to what he's doing and how he is--then check the paintings he did and how they look like.
"Already got something like that. Exaggerated movement mode of sorts. Burns fuel like crazy but you can jet around like greased ice on a airhockey table."
Wake up.
Aah! Abomination! Abomination! WHY ARE YOU MOVING AND BREATHING AND GIVING OFF HEAT YOU UNNATURAL THING?!
Charge up at her and punch her to death while panicked.
You wake up. You're half in the VR chair, half falling out of it, with a collection of drool puddling across the ground.
Shoot those dudes.
They're dead jim. Unless I forgot something...yeah they're probably dead.
((After viewing the past 2 pages, I think Lenglon's character is well on their way to replacing me as PW's science headache of this game.
I must not let this happen. Note to self, once back on the ship: Ignore missions for a while. There is Science to be done. And a minor conversation with Der Doktor.))
((hehe, you have a stronger science background than me by far, I'm just stubborn, and once I decide what I want, I will figure out a way to get it. still, you should have no fear of me replacing you. I currently only have one (tinker mode) objective, and it is that fireball device.))
((I had actually never connected you with "Lyra," and had always imagined your character as a guy for some reason.))
((I have no response to this))
"You aren't alone in this, Lyra. You aren't alone..." Feyri said, holding her friend by the shoulders as she looked into her eyes, before returning back to her usual posture.
"Ma'am, is it possible to augment the MKIII suit in terms of mobility? As in, minor aids in bodily kinesthetics--dodging or causing a detriment to any accuracy from a shooter or gunman? Meaning, is it possible to refit the MKIII to use its rocket fuel as auxiliary, miniature boosters to achieve this? [+ to Dexterity?]"
Inquire @ AM
Also, if Stacy comes by, inquire as to what he's doing and how he is--then check the paintings he did and how they look like.
Close my eyes while Feyri is holding my shoulder, open them again when she lets go. look to my right.
what do I smell?
A combination of good intent, heroism, misunderstandings and an unfortunate habit of being gutted. And vanilla.
Huh, come to think of it, I always wanted to see the effects of subliminal messages to people in VR...
Charles tries to randomly influence what people in the VR machines perceive by subtly manipulating their subconscious
Sorry Professor Xavier, but no dice on your brain control experiments.
I'm gonna read the whole thing all over again. You guys probably won't see me for a while
God speed, you mad bastard.
Charles tries to randomly influence what people in the VR machines perceive by subtly manipulating their subconscious
((Oh boy, this is gonna be a thing, isn't it?))
"Hmm... Maybe if I used some kind of shock absorber... I'll look into that later. For now, aluminum it is."
Starting with the offensive Eye: design a retractable pivot for the laser to be attached to.
How advanced we talking here? Just like straight up down, left right movement or you want this thing to be able to move freely, like on a triple gimbal?
Cartwheel to the SPACE rec room.
((The Scooby-doo Space Stoner was kind of my original idea for Seth. I ixnayed the idea after thinking I wouldn't be clever enough to pull it off for long...))
Cartwheels remind me of wheelie skeletons. The horror.
You cartwheel your way down the hall like a goddamn idiot on pixie sticks and, after a handful of times bouncing into the walls, make it through the door and promptly spin out and crash into a table.
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