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

[Harry Baldman]

"... I guess? I think I lost the train if thought somewhere..."

"I believe our collective train of thought has derailed and is now screaming off into the cold, dark abyss of space. Speaking of the cold, dark abyss of space, I really should be going."

[Knight Otu]

"Okay. Good luck on the mission."

[piecewise]

Would it not be more effective to simply kill them until they stop starving?

>You may get that opportunity, But I would suggest not firing blindly into the crowds until one of them hurls a Molotov at you. Put simply, they outnumber your bullets.

Also that whole "Don't murder innocent civilians," thing.

"If it comes down to it, what sort of weapons will the potential hostiles have? What sort of physical environment shall we be deployed in?"
Ask.
((PW: How many magazines of each type does Charles have? I've lost track of them.))

We'll say one of each. Because honestly, so have I.

>Environment wise, the capital is located in a semi-desert area. Hot and dry but very much habitable, pressurized and oxygenated. Paradise, compared to the norm. Weapon wise, probably civilian gauss and explosive driven projectiles like gunpowder weapons. That and the inevitable riot favorites of Molotov cocktails, bricks and teargas. Your suits will protect you from two of those, though.

Jim stopped staring at the wall and got to his feet. He silently walked to the rec room and took a position at one of the VR machines.

Jim enters VR, chooses Duel, and picks his human self as his opponent while using his current body to fight with. Neither combatant has any manipulators, weapons, or similar equipment.

Do you have some sort of self hate? Because this is gonna go REALLY badly for your human self. Consider it set up though.

((You know things are (going to be) bad when the HMRC is brought in as riot control.))

Less riot control, more Bouncers. Scary space men to stand on the capital steps and fire lasers into the crowds. Jackboots optional.

As May said this, a smile crept onto her face. A smile like a mother hamster wore when she was about to devour her three-legged child.

"Speaking of that, who's ready for sexytimes with May? It's been so long, please, someone, take me~"
Begin the courtship ritual. Pull shirt above mammeries. Utilize on all available persons above the age of 13. Stand behind person, firmly grab buttocks with both hands while pressing bare breasts into their shoulderblades. Hold grip and position for 8-12 seconds. If no positive response is received, move on to next possible partner. Repeat until all available mates have been exhausted.

IMPORTANT: A precaution to the ritual; If possible mate threatens, or is perceived to be about to use, deadly and/or lethal force to prevent courtship from happening, they are considered unsuitable. If a partner is unsuitable, immediately leave them be and find next suitable partner.


((Can I get an equipment check please Piecewise?))

Same as it was last time you asked:
Med kit
Microwave Field Manipulator (17)
10 token
Revolver (6 shots)
Kinetic amp
Claymore


So lets see...

IMPORTANT: A precaution to the ritual; If possible mate threatens, or is perceived to be about to use, deadly and/or lethal force to prevent courtship from happening, they are considered unsuitable. If a partner is unsuitable, immediately leave them be and find next suitable partner.

That Xan out, Lenglon out, if only because you can't catch the bastard, Kri just said to "Try" to not be molested, so we'll assume he sort of freaks out but doesn't shoot you...hmmm. Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe, I wonder where your tits will go...Eeny meen-FEYRI

You tackle feyri and begin to give her a breast back massage while squeezing her ass.

"We are married now. Do not worry. I am gentle lover."

((You know things are (going to be) bad when the HMRC is brought in as riot control.))

((I am REALLY, REALLY grateful that HMRC members can't be prosecuted for war-crimes, considering that Charles is armed with what amounts to a tommygun that fires ClF₃ bullets.))

Charles tries to convince the insane lady to stop her weird, perverted actions.
((Time to try out Charisma and Speech on other HMRC members.))

May is an exception to that. Why? Speech depends on being able to reason with someone. And reason implies being able to present them with a logical argument they can understand. And understanding that argument requires logical thought processes. And May is about as logical as knitting with a blowtorch. She's immune to persuasion by virtue of the fact that she's completely fucking nuts.

"Wow, this is just like the Colonization of Africa. Just imagine, white men firing muskets and charging calvalry into hut villages, slaughtering innocent women and children. These men would be commended for their heroism and patriotism by scrawny, borderline anti-social European Paradox Interactive Games fanboys on online forums, saluting their computer monitors out of respect for their bravery as a tear would fall beneath their thick glasses and drip down over their acne-ridden cheek, to finally fall off of their face and onto the colonial soldier sculpture on the wooden floor below them, the salty tear crashing on the figure, displacing some of the old paint. Then they'd go back to masturbating to Sonic The Hedgehog porn."

As May said this, a smile crept onto her face. A smile like a mother hamster wore when she was about to devour her three-legged child.

"Speaking of that, who's ready for sexytimes with May? It's been so long, please, someone, take me~"

Begin the courtship ritual. Pull shirt above mammeries. Utilize on all available persons above the age of 13. Stand behind person, firmly grab buttocks with both hands while pressing bare breasts into their shoulderblades. Hold grip and position for 8-12 seconds. If no positive response is received, move on to next possible partner. Repeat until all available mates have been exhausted.

Fight/Flight
Stare wide-eyed at the Pony Predator for half a second before bolting for Feyri. run to the far side of Feyri from the PP and wrap my arms around her at my chest height, hands grabbing hold of her clothes wherever it is most convenient. pull her tight to my chest and keep my eyes shut very tight. do not let go of Feyri for any reason.

Run and hide behind Feyri.

((and that is twice now that the coin has favored flight.))

Anti-May procedures activated and immediately defeated when she tackles your hiding place.

(( Why oh why do I not have a weapon yet XD ))

Great. Just got done being a scapegoat for HMRC antics, now I get to be a scapegoat AND the HMRC antics. Great improvement.

You said they have six months of food? How far out are we, objective time?

Inquire within! Try not to get molested...

>About 5-6 months. So just as things start to get bad, we assume.

"Oh dear."

Spin off into a corner, back against the wall.

As Stacy does a nervous jig in the corner, he thinks of a question.

"How advanced is their weaponry? Still gunpowder, or gauss and lasers already? Ooh, wait. That gives me an idea."

After receiving an answer, quickly dance back to the armory.

"Hiya, Sandy! I'm going on a mission. It's going to be a long one, so I am going to need some things from you - it's for a good cause."

Perform the items on this list via asking Sandy nicely to help me out here.

• Trade in monoatomic razor for a 1/8th kiloton charge.
• Get a toolbox containing pliers, a hammer, bolt cutters, screwdriver, the works. Anything non-powered you can use in construction that's also free.
• Get a case of booze.
• Get a case of Xeno Spit.
• Get a set of syringes and whatnot if they're free.
• Get a mortar and pestle.
• Obtain a set of spoons.
• Get a bucketload of drink mix.
• If free, get a manual on electric engineering.
• Get every last drug available for free in a rather large quantity. Including Maldavian Mind Rot.
• Get a trolley to lug all this shit around on.

If any of these are unavailable, skip them. If a trolley is obtained, ride it back to the briefing room while singing the ode to Sandy. If not, carry all the stuff to the designated cargo-and-convict pick-up point for the mission, ask Steve for help if needed. Then return to corner in briefing room, do the macarena.

    Trade in monoatomic razor for a 1/8th kiloton charge. DONE
    Get a toolbox containing pliers, a hammer, bolt cutters, screwdriver, the works. Anything non-powered you can use in construction that's also free. NO MONEY
    Get a case of booze. DONE
    Get a case of Xeno Spit. DONE
    Get a set of syringes and whatnot if they're free. DONE
    Get a mortar and pestle. DONE
    Obtain a set of spoons. DONE
    Get a bucketload of drink mix. DONE
    If free, get a manual on electric engineering.TOO POOR
    Get every last drug available for free in a rather large quantity. Including Maldavian Mind Rot. RANDOM PILLS
    Get a trolley to lug all this shit around on. NOPE

People are scared of the HMRC-you can thank the fear mongering of the UWM for that

((Yeah, that reputation is totally undeserved. It's not like we explode dams or raid houses when we're supposed to stop a mass murderer, or something. Wait, Steve never said that it's undeserved. Nevermind then.))

"Thanks. Any estimate on how long it'll take?"

Ask for an estimate, then go to the Armory.

"G'day officer. I'd like to purchase a Mk II suit."
Buy the suit, handing over 5 of my 7 tokens.

((New equipment list should be Mk II suit, Microwave amp, cigarettes (standard and blue smokes), bottle of Astro, 'nanoghosts.'))

Not entirely deserved.

"A bit." the nurse says.

Also, suit bought and ready, sir.

"Hmm, some protection against lasers would be nice. I'm almost afraid to ask, but are there even more steps up from that level of armor? And if so, what do they cost. Also, I don't suppose you've still got some things left you tinkered up from your days or if the lab-boys have stuff that could be benificial to someone with a robo-body?"

Ask AM

On general comms: "Anyone interested in buying a well-maintained Mk.II suit? The suit has only been crushed-slash-shot twice, 3 tokens asking price, that's 40 percent less than buying a new one! Life saving equipment at a bargain price, catch-a-riiiiiide"

"You' be hitting full fledged battlesuit plate at that point. Ask Milno about that, if you want. As per other stuff, not that I know of, personally. Might want to ask the lab boys though. They don't tell me everything."

[Harry Baldman]

Carry all that good stuff to whatever we'll be using as our transport this fine day. Consult Steve if needed. Then return to the jolly band of misfits and boogeymen. Strap self into a pod if needed, 'cause this is gonna be fun.

[Knight Otu]

Gorat watches after Stacy hauling off his orders. "I'm pretty sure I don't want to know. And if I wanted, I wouldn't get an answer. So I won't ask. Anyway, thanks, officer." He nods to the Armory Master, Milno, and Pancaek and goes back to the rec room.

Turn on the TV if it's off, light a normal cigarette.

So, coward, hypocrite, and bad judge of circumstances. Anything else I should add to that list?

[Pancaek]

"I see, thanks for the info"

He leaves the armory and heads for the Lab

"Hey, do you people have anything to upgrade or augment or otherwise be useful to a robo-body?"

ask lab boys

((Oh man, robo-body-GET imminent. No more bleeding, getting tired or feelings ever again. By the way PW, just out of curiousity, how long until someone with a full robo-body dies of "old age"? also, what would the stat/roll effects of that "nimbleness" upgrade be?))

[SeriousConcentrate]

"...After we completed the previous mission, I've been thinking. That ghost ship... it's not so different from me. Out of many, there was one ghost ship; and out of one colonist, many clone soldiers. Both are merely viewed as tools to fight whatever they're told to, with no care for their well-being... only if they go rogue. We're less than human."

Jim sighed.

"And now that I'm in this body and not that one, I'm closer than ever to that ghost ship. And I'm worried. Is my brain accessible like the ghost ship's? Is it possible someone could delete my memories, my personality, everything that makes me... an individual?"

He rubbed his forehead, taking a few steps away from his opponent.

"And I'm also afraid... that maybe losing my humanity wouldn't be a bad thing, that individuality is a burden. Humans are weak creatures. They do feel fear, and pain, and hate, and anger. They're blinded by their own judgements and opinions, unable to keep sight of the bigger picture or think logically."

Jim turned back to Jim.

"So this is what I wanted to ask a computer speaking through the filter of how it views 'me.' Why shouldn't I discard my humanity? What benefit is there to persisting in the foolish notion that I can be human too? In short, why shouldn't I rip your limbs off and beat your face into pulp with them?"

Talk with Simulated Jim.

[Radio Controlled]

((Good luck to the people going on the new mission! Be aware though, that you'll all be the bad guys this time. And not even incidentally or out of self-defense, nope, this time you'll be the evil sellswords fighting for the corrupt monarch to help him suppress the innocent people starving in the streets.

So, uh, good luck with that.

(Incidentally, had Gilgamesh been there he could've kicked a rioter into the mesosfeer. Tends to quell thoughts of rebellion rather efficiently. *Evil laughter* ))

[Harry Baldman]

((Good luck to the people going on the new mission! Be aware though, that you'll all be the bad guys this time. And not even incidentally or out of self-defense, nope, this time you'll be the evil sellswords fighting for the corrupt monarch to help him suppress the innocent people starving in the streets.

So, uh, good luck with that.

(Incidentally, had Gilgamesh been there he could've kicked a rioter into the mesosfeer. Tends to quell thoughts of rebellion rather efficiently. *Evil laughter* ))

((Well, I've got a 1/8th kiloton charge. Should work admirably in case total crowd control is needed.))

[Parisbre56]

((The whole deal kind of reminds me of the French revolution (lack of food was one of the reasons it happened, plus they had a monarch) happening in ancient Egypt (desert and god-king) with modern weapons.

I'm curious to see how the crowd and crowd controllers will act and what weapons and defenses they will use. Because if the recent violent demonstrations and uprisings happening in the world are any indication (explosive molotovs, improvised gas masks and armor, colour bombs and filter blockers to make gas masks unusable, social network coordination), crowds are only going to get more ingenious in the future. Then again there are also crowd control future tech currently under development (microwave and sonic area denial weapons, zero friction goo to prevent people from walking, enchanced surveilance and crowd behaviour prediction systems, etc.) and since this is the future, they will only have gotten better.

Of course this depends on the monarch and the HMRC trying to do things as peacefully as possible. Cause they may just forgo all of this and jump straight to lethal (or omnicidal in the case of the HMRC apparently).))

[Kriellya]

Of course we are. Awesome.

To the armory! Obtain an microwave manipulator, a toolbox, and a pain killer.

(( Yes, cause I won't destroy that scout eye within 5 seconds of trying to use it. And it reminds me of quite a few revolutions involving a lack of food or an increasing price of food. Quite a lot. ))

[IronyOwl]

((Hell yeah I'd like in on this mission. Fuck no Faith's not gonna like this mission. ))


Faith sighed dejectedly, which was to say she made a dejected sighing noise while her faceplate turned to :C

"Steve, any more estimates on what we can expect? Something based on recent history perhaps?

Also do they have any long-term plans? An idea of how this is supposed to play out over the next year?"


Then it was off to find someone questionable.


Ask Steve. Try to find The Doctor.

[TCM]

May eventually stopped, backing up and putting her shirt back on correctly. "We will attend to this further later, but right now I have urgent tasks at hand."

Go to the Armory Master. Trade in MKI for an MKII, use tokens to pay for the difference in price.

Ask the AM if she has any non-lethal weaponry for riot control, flashbangs, teargas.
Ask for a Megaphone.
Also Ask if she has any Riot Shields, or at least some kinds of shields.

((Edited; figured it wasn't good manners to kill teammates before we get on the ground.))

((Thankies, didn't want to end up with a player-killed May! Haha. Because then May Version 2 would have come on-board and switched the anatomical position of your eyes and testicles whilst you were still breathing.


The reason for May's current behavior is that she still has Elizas's sex drive, but that was being sedated for a while by Thomas, since they frequently had sex everywhere around the available interior of the ship. EVERYWHERE. Though lately, Thomas has been caught up with other business and not able to attend to May's needs. Thus, she feels the need to look for new available sexual partners.

If someone is willing to man-up they can function as May's outlet for the duration of this mission until it's over. Feyri could easily take the job, but she doesn't seem to be willing to take the position, especially to fill her other jobs. It wouldn't take much, just a quick riding for 10-15 minutes every once in a while. I mean, there are worse things to happen than having to plunder a busty pale girl every now and then.


In a more serious and practical light, how do you guys feel about May being the Loudspeaker of the group, continually barking at the rioting crowds via some voice amplification device and threatening them if they step out of line? I remember a while back, that not only does May have a slight speech bonus, she has a definite +1 bonus whenever Intimidating anyone if she utilizes her most creepy Uncanny Valley voice.))

[GreatWyrmGold]

Utilize on all available persons above the age of 13.

((Oh, good.))

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"Suits? What suits are we wearing? What's Miss May doing to Miss Feyri? Is Miss Feyri okay? Why are we hurting the people and not giving them food? Why don't we move everyone from the desert to a nice place? Why don't the people move? What happened to all the water? Is there going to be a water shortage, too? Why are the people revolting? What are we doing again? Why do we sound like the bad guys? Is Miss Feyri okay? Will Miss May be coming with us?" (Breathe) "Can I get a retraining order* to keep Miss May away from me? Why are we helping the king guy? Shouldn't we be helping the peasant people? Do the kings have guns? Are the guns scary? Who has more guns? Will we have guns? Will I get a gun? Can someone teach me how to use a gun? What's a Molotov cocktail? Why will people throw drinks at us?" (Breathe.) "When will we be back? Will Mr. Jim be here? Is Mr. Jim coming with? Are these other people coming who I don't know more like Mr. Jim or like Miss May? Do I get armor? Is there a swimming pool where we're going? I always wanted to swim in a swimming pool. Where will we be sleeping?" (Breathe.) "I'm hungry and thirsty. Can I pretty please have a cookie and something to drink?"
Be extremely inquisitive.

*Restraining order, but it's something that Grate has only heard of a few times long ago.

[Toaster]

((Oh man- this is the PERFECT mission for Thrak, Steve rest his soul.  Props to Stacy for at least bringing the party goods.

Can we get an innocent civilian killed counter like the sharkmist mission?))