Sorry about not having a turn yesterday. It slipped my mind.
Fun-R-THN-1 asks around for knowledge of where ---- is. He runs into a warbot.
"Do you know where ---- is?" He then realizes he said it wrong.
That is not authorized at your clearance level. Zap Zap Zap
Fun gets knocked out. Then shot some more and killed.
Fun-R-THN-2 is walking to the barracks when he gets struck with a high-speed Mission Alert Projectile. He is woudned and stunned. When he gets up, he reads the mission notice. It says pretty much the same thing the last one did.
Mayfair-R-FUN-1 locates someone who looks book-smart, if berefit of common sense. "Where am I? How do I get to the cafeteria? Since you are working in a lab, I deduce that knowledge brings you happiness. Unhappiness is treason. Therefore, if you don't tell me what I need to know, you'll be unhappy and, by extension, a traitor to the Computer. Now answer."
"Not all knowledge brings me happiness. Just some knowledge. However, I can deduce that to get to the cafeteria you would need to start by going into the hall and asking someone who doesn't eat in the labs about every day. Although I don't understand why you would need to eat now..."
Trig-R-HPY-1 starts poking around the halls, searching for ----.
"Is this my briefing room?"
"No."
"Is this my briefing room?"
"Go away."
"Is this my briefing room?"
*shoe*
"Is this my briefing room?"
"Go away."
"Is this my briefing room?"
WHAT IS YOUR SECURITY CLEARANCE, FRIEND?
"Red...Is this my briefing room?"
"No."
"Is this my briefing room?"
*successful flamethrower flames followed by an explosion*
(You are wounded.)
"Is this my briefing room?"
"Go away."
"Is this my briefing room?"
"I find that improbable, as this is a lavatory."
"Is this my briefing room?"
"This is the infrared barracks for this sector, sir."
"Is this my briefing room?"
*laser*
"Is this my briefing room?"
"Go away."
"Is this my briefing room?"
"No, idiot."
Cat-R-URS requests some reading material from Friend Computer, who provides. Cat's reading of an amusing and instructive story of some Troubleshooters who discovered a Commie mutant traitor in their midst was interrupted when someone poked their head into the briefing room and said, "Is this my briefing room?"
"Go away," Cat muttered as she returned to her story.
Three cheers for the first death!