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Voting closed: September 11, 2012, 11:27:31 pm

[Parsely]

Assembles Quarters

You hit a few buttons on the rover's control pad and the deck lowers to ground height. You step onto the rover and look for the crate labeled 'QRTS'. Releasing the safety catches and loosening the screws that hold it down, you grab it and lift it up.
Where should we put it guys?

[Yhgi117]

Incoming Migrant.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

What Is Your Name Migrant?: Yhgi Iroulue. (You-Gee Ee-roll-you)

Describe Yourself, Migrant: A thin and weedy guy, but built like a whip, Yhgi seared (as in burnt) the last two fingers on his right hand in a plasma weapon testing gone wrong. Additionally, in the same accident his dark brown hair gained a blue sheen, and the retarded ability to discover easily how most machinery works. Using this ability to further mankind's hope for survival was his first idea, but the government pulled him into Weapons R&D and Testing because of this. He has designed and tested many different weapons from ballistic and laser to plasma and even melee. Although he is not the most skilled in any of them, he still is a fair shot and can hit quite fast.

What Skills Do You Have, Migrant?: Weaponry Specialist - Light Armour, Tech-Headedness, basic knowledge of what's bad for you (as in "Don't eat that! It's poisonous!").

What Did You Bring On Your Voyage, Migrant?: A Class-A Atmosphere Suit, 2 days worth of dry rations, 5 days worth of water, 50 credits, a one-handed tomahawk, a final prototype "Blazer" (ballistic weapon where the round is encased in a self-sustaining plasma field) rifle with three twenty-charge/round magazines, a few tools and "little adjusting devices" for his and other weapons, whetstone for sharpening his tomahawk, a small blowtorch with one extra gas canister and a roll of heavy-duty duct tape.

[Mr.FancyPants]

((Really, Yhgi, the customary 'duct-tape' returns?))

[Yhgi117]

((Really, Yhgi, the customary 'duct-tape' returns?))

((Yeah, why not?))

[Doomblade187]

Once the living quarters are set up, Jim enters them.

Spoiler: Jim Martin (click to show/hide)

Name: Jim Martin (Doomblade 187)
Description: Standing at a respectable 6'1", George is a strongly-built man with brown hair and green eyes. He used to work for the Mykian Conglomorate as a military engineer, but after ten years of work building trenches, bases, and more for the army, he decided he wasn't getting paid enough for the back-breaking work he was doing while under enemy fire, and most of the time completely unarmed, and deigned not to re-enlist. Instead, he wandered the moons of Brim taking odd jobs as an independent miner before settling on the idea of joining the Migration. It seemed like a good idea at the time….
Skills: Combat Engineer - Instinctive Constructor, Mechanical Repairman, Civil Demolitions Expert.
Equipment:
Standard Equipment
50 credits
mining explosives
standard-issue M34 Semi-Automatic Energy Hand Laser with two 20-charge battery packs (18 in current)
entrenching tools
oversized toolbox containing various engineering equipment.

[JacenHanLovesLegos]

Stay still so people can heal me.

[Greenstarfanatic]

I'm sorry, but along with school and other RTDs, I can't keep up with this. You should probably let someone else in.

[exolyx]

((So, where are we setting up the living quarters? I say near the water, but not right on it for obvious reasons. We can always expand.))

[Parsely]

I'm sorry, but along with school and other RTDs, I can't keep up with this. You should probably let someone else in.

Very well. I understand.

George begins sobbing. His frantic vocalisations crackle over your comms as he loses it.
I can't take this. I can't stand this place anymore! I've got to get out of here!

He sprints into the desert and doesn't stop or slow. You don't even notice he's gone until later.

[Parsely]

I'll be back on Sunday. OOC about where you want that Living Quarters and all the other structures and then post your actions. You've got most of the weekend to decide so take as long as you like. And did I say Jay was lethargic? I meant comatose. You'll have to drag him. It takes a little while to die from oxygen deprivation so he'll be alright (unless you choose to leave him outside for some reason). I'll decide whether or not you have to revive him when you get him in the Quarters. Your Quarters (when unpacked) is about 24x40 feet, so about the size of a small barracks. It has one door and light fixtures but theres no furniture inside. Its pressurised and has environmental controls. Naturally these are all susceptible to damage, malfunction, and malicious tampering.

It looks like its going to be dark soon. The wind picks up and the temperature suddenly drops. If you stay out here you'll likely freeze to death. Jay is not moving and Jim cannot see out of his visor.

[Doomblade187]

((Action edit.))

Jim allows himself to be guided into the quarters.

"Guys, help me out."

[Serious Business]

As soon as the quarters are set up, Vincent help drag Jim in and then sets up his lab.

[exolyx]

Umm, I just suppose we should do something, so if anyone has no objections... Set up the living quarters, grab others for help if need be.

[Doomblade187]

((Guys, don't forget Jay. He's actually comatose, while I only can't see.))

[Joben]

Hi, this game looks really cool. Can I join?

I've never played a RTD before but i've been reading and think I get the gist and I understand how general RP works.