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

[piecewise]

((Why are all the cocktails I made not in there !?  D:

Because I lost the document.

Resuggest them

((They serve plain vodka in Impending Doom, right?))

Sure. Thats just the premade drink list. You can order anything.

[AkumaKasai]

Glad that the ship had a kitchen, Elias quickly walked to the rec room. Upon arrival he searched the place to get a general idea of what ingredients were available, and what he had to cook them with.

Head to the rec room and look around.

Also, what stat/skill would control cooking?

[Dutrius]

C-could I have bacon?

Order bacon.

[Beirus]

Jason sighs at the lack of response from the Shackle. Deciding he doesn't need an uncooperative weapon, he gets up from the couch and goes to find the Armory Master. "Excuse me, ma'am. Sorry to bother you, but I've been thinking that this Shackle is more of a liability than a utility right now. Sadly, it's attached to the lower part of my arm. Is there any way you could, or would, be willing to remove it for me? And possibly cauterize the stump or keep it from bleeding somehow? If I can get my arm back, I'm hoping the folks in the infirmary can reattach it." Jason politely requests.

Go ask AM to get the Shackle off of me, possibly by severing my lower arm. Once the Shackle is off, try to remove my lower arm from it and go put the Shackle in my footlocker. Then, head to the infirmary and see about getting the arm reattached or getting a replacement robo-arm.

[Cheesecake]

"Fucking finally. Thanks, dude," he said to his supplier.

Go back to my room and abuse self-administer drugs.

[Xantalos]

((Just assuming the scan thing was for both Skylar and I to save turns))

Xan nods when he hears results will take some time. "Very well. Please notify me via wristpad when the results arrive." He turns to leave, but wheels back around after he takes a few steps.
"Also, does your department have any spare rudimentary medical equipment you would be willing to donate to me? Cutting things, lengths of cloth, the like."
As he waits for the response from the nurse he's talking to, he starts tapping on his wristpad to compose a message.

I know that you had reasons of your own to remove the gift you gave me, else I suspect you would not have done it. I would like to know them. To know why it was deemed necessary to do it. Steve gave little elaboration on the two incidents preceding the operation; he only said I had 'gone full flesh horror again'. I can draw some conclusions from that, but I would like to hear it from you, if only to know exactly why I failed to control myself. I suspect you know why more than most, especially given that you apparently consumed my second life. What did I do such that you agreed with the decision to take away my body?

I will not try to countermand your decision, that way lies suicide. But you gave me purpose in my existence more than any other entity ever has. What would you recommend I do with myself now?

Your former creation,
Xan

Ask for medical implements for good purposes. Message Doc.

[Yoink]

Jobasio smiles and gives a cheerful nod towards his customer as he hands over the lunchbox.
"No problem, my friend. Enjoy!"

Then turns and walks happily in the opposite direction, one hand fidgeting with the strap of his rifle.

Pocket my token, then wander the ship in search of a VR machine. If I manage to find one, start it up and load Tinker.

[Harry Baldman]

Chief inspects the grappling hook. The tools seem adequate for metalworking. And this thing might come in handy. But what truly is the limit of what could be achieved?

Examine the tools and machines of the workshop in more detail. Is it every tool and fabrication machine known to man somehow stuck into a single room on a spaceship?

For instance, would I be able to smelt steel? Do a step-by-step elemental chemical identification of a metal oxide? Make diamonds via chemical vapor deposition? Synthesize ammonia in high-pressure tanks? Do 3D printing? Coat a metal object in charged paint to manage as even a covering as possible? Melt down scrap? Cover an object in a metallic coating? Weigh microgram or milligram masses? Mess around with ultrasound? Make plastics out of fluorocarbons?

Or is this simply a machining/electronics/gunsmithing workshop where I can cut metal into more or less lethal and more or less useful shapes? What are the limits, roughly?

All this did give her an idea, however.

Actual actiony bit that isn't just a non-VR tinkering textwall: take half a pound of scrap and out of it try and create a figurine of mystery - eye-catching, captivating, strange, not quite corresponding with any one thing known to human beings. A sort of object that one could mistake for an idol, with a distinctly mystical look. It's got to look nifty is the point here.

[Knight Otu]

"Huh. I'll try a Solar Shine, I guess."

Try a Solar Shine

Spoiler: Gorat 'Chin' Ivanos; At the bar (click to show/hide)

Str 0; Dex -1; End 0; Cha +1; Mind +2 [10/15]; Fate +1; Itu 0//Han -2; Con +1; Unc -1; Exo +3; Aux +1 [5/10]; Med -1; Gen 0
Mk II Suit; Microwave PK Amp; Mass manip PK Amp; laser rifle (fired once); 7 tokens: normal cigarettes; blue smokes; datapad (with platformer shooter); nanoghosts; shock trigger (with me); white skin-tight node-covered black-shell stasis suit worn under Mk II.
Appearance: 5'11'', 170 pounds in a rather unmuscular frame, shoulder-long brown hair, short goatee, brown eyes, a rather long chin that earned him his nickname. Age 32
Half a robot foot. Robot right arm. Wears basic clothes when not in the Mk II.

[Tavik Toth]

Return to rec room and watch tv.

[Unholy_Pariah]

Head to infirmary and get shock implant removed by proffessionals.

[Hapah]

Grab a piece of scrap metal then go hunting for Nyars at the bar.

[Kriellya]

Thank you, let Milno know if you find something.

Just got scanned by medical, they'll send you the results. The salvage and data has been sent to Heph, bother them if you want expedited info.
I'm going to tinker with medical devices for a while, wash the taste out so to speak. Anything you think Joker Squad could use?

Head out and explore the renovated ship some
Start with the Workshop, then the Test Chamber

[Caellath]

Just got scanned by medical, they'll send you the results. The salvage and data has been sent to Heph, bother them if you want expedited info.
I'm going to tinker with medical devices for a while, wash the taste out so to speak. Anything you think Joker Squad could use?

Things that combine at least two of the following: a) are quick to do their job, b) require little or no training to use, and c) can be safely hidden/disguised and carried even when you aren't supposed to be walking around with medical supplies.

[DoctorMcTaalik]

Alright, so here's my next char. Someone should probably check for errors, just to be sure.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Auguste Bertrand Boole Ludwig Euclid Euler Johnson. Or Gus, for short.
Age: 28
Gender: Male

Appearance: Tall, burly, and built like a barrel. His big, oafish mouth was clearly designed to maximize input, and understandably so; it takes a lot of food to sustain a creature this size. Also, his eyes are somewhat large, but he squints so much you wouldn't know it. He was probably a boulder in his previous life.

Personal information: Certainly one of the dimmer stars in our galaxy, Gus spent the first 28 years of his life nailing things into other things for a living. Well, actually, he spent the first 12 years of his life accidentally nailing things to other things, much to the chagrin of his unfortunate parents, before getting a job with a construction company. The main distinction between these periods was that whereas before, the things being nailed into other things ranged from tables, to chairs, to the family dog, after, he only nailed what Boss wanted nailed, into the things Boss wanted them nailed into.

Besides his job, Gus had many hobbies; these included attempting to invent things, attempting to fix the things he broke whilst attempting to invent things, and driving around in circles until he threw up.

Reason assigned to HMRC / Reason to join ARM:
Everything changed for Gus when two of his coworkers, after attempting to engage Gus in a conversation about politics he simply wasn't equipped for, offered him a job. To Gus' surprise, it didn't involve nails at all; all they wanted him to do was to move some boxes for them. Specifically, they needed these boxes deposited in the cellar of the planetary UWM headquarters, preferably in close proximity to a load bearer. They assured him that the freedom and opportunity this mission would secure was infinitely greater than the material wealth they couldn't afford to pay him.

Gus didn't care about the money or the freedom; he was just glad to make new friends. Imagine his surprise when, after he asked a guard for help finding the stairs, he was immediately arrested, beaten, and prosecuted as a "terrorist", and subsequently sentenced to probable death in the HMRC.

Stats:
Str: +1
Dex: 0
End: +1
Cha: 0
Mind: -1
Fate: 0
Intn: -1

Skills:
Handi: +2
Con: 0
Uncon: 0
Exotic: 0
Med: -2
Gen Knowledge: -1