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[Donuts]

Metal bawks colour!

[LordBucket]

Red

+1

[stabbymcstabstab]

Metal.

[Tack]

Metal

[filiusenox]

Entryway to a Rusting Hulk {Enter ship}[South][West][East]
The edge of a large docking bay extends to a rusting hulk of a colonization vessel, the magnetic anchors holding it up and preventing it from falling into the sands below by dint of some old tech. The doors into the ship proper hang open at jaunty angles, revealing the darkness within.

The hot Gharkaldajffgfasn sun beats down on the planet, bathing it in stifling heat.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

<Worn over Body>     A Metal Grey Wastelander Cloak
<Worn on Waist>      A black leather belt with a number of pouches

Wat do?

[Wayward Device]

Enter the Rusting Hulk and Search for Oldtech!

[racnor]

Enter the Rusting Hulk and Search for Oldtech!

+1. Also, as a cloak, what is our diet?

[filiusenox]

Also, as a cloak, what is our diet?

How the hell would I know?!

[TaiwaneseRedneck]

Let's find some people to DESTROY.

[filiusenox]

Cargo bay {Exit Ship} [Locked door north][Locked door west]

The cargo bay of the rusted hulk is strewn with trash and debris, broken plastic bins scattered about, the fragile plastic pocked and marked with time. The doors to the north and west are heavily secured blast doors, making further entry into the ship hard, if not impossible, without the key.
A warning sign with skull and crossbones is painted on the north blast door.

A shivering cold breeze comes from deeper within the ship.

Many shards, edges and pieces of plastic litter the floor here
A few mushrooms grow far away from the light streaming in from outside.

Your Scavenger sense tingles! You begin to poke around the trash and find...|...A set of thin metal plates, peeled up from the floor to reveal a dark, dank crawlspace downward, heading northward.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

<worn over body>     A Metal Grey Wastelander Cloak
<worn on waist>      A black leather belt with a number of pouches
<carried in right hand> Thin, construction grade, metal plating x3

[Tack]

Into the crawl space!

[adwarf]

Into the crawl space!

+1 Also try to strap the plates to your back if possible

[Tack]

Into the crawl space!

+1 Also try to strap the plates to your back if possible

+1 under your cloak if possible.

[filiusenox]

Metis looks herself over for a few moments, before ducking behind a partition and peeling her cloak off, placing the metal plates over her body in...semi-random places. There's an odd grumble, before the black-mass of her 'body' incorporates the plating as a makeshift metal exo-skeleton.

She taps one of the plates with a finger, before closing her eyes and concentrating, the plates falling to the floor, still shaped to fit her body.
She places them back on, and grabs up her cloak, pulling that back on.


The metal grey, feminine figure in a waste-lander cloak wiggles into the crawlspace, new metal exoskeleton screeching against the edges.

Cargo bay...Crawlspace(?)
It's pitch black here.

There's a flickering light far, far, to the north.
There's a light to the south.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

<worn over body>     A Metal Grey Wastelander Cloak
<worn on waist>      A black leather belt with a number of pouches

Spoiler: Abilities and Traits (click to show/hide)

Exoskeleton: Thin, construction grade, metal plating forming a patchy, rugged exo-skeleton of slightly rusty steel.

What now, voices o' wonder?

[Tack]

Feel your way northwards.