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[rabidgam3r]

Inspect surroundings. "Wha- where am i?"

[Dariush]

((A benevolent mod would have just dropped a microscope on my path by this point, you know ))

Left foot... Right foot... Left foot... Right foot... Left... Right... Left... Right... Left... Right... Left... Right... Left... Left... Right... Left... Oh wait.

[scapheap]

((A benevolent mod wouldn't GM Paranoia.))

[rabidgam3r]

((A benevolent mod would not allow me to destroy my chances, so yeah.))

[GreatWyrmGold]

((A benevolent mod wouldn't GM Paranoia.))

Yeah. Why do you think you get half a dozen clones?
I might be accelerating things soon, though. Maybe now.

Anyways, you can still make it.

"Wha...where am I?"
YOU ARE LATE. COME WITH ME NOW.
"Huh? What are you...wait, is that my arm on the table?"
NO TIME TO REATTACH ARM. YOU HAVE TWO. COME WITH ME.
"Why is my arm even off? I clearly remember still having my arm when I left..."

Mayfair-R-FUN reaches the R&D lab. Or an R&D lab, at least.

The two in the briefing room are joined by a good-sized robot carrying a guy with one arm, who is dumped in.

[rabidgam3r]

EDIT: I did not fully read it.

"So, who are you guys? pardon my MISSING ARM."

[scapheap]

Cat look up "I seen weirder. Name Cat-R-URS-you don't have clearance for clone number."

[Dariush]

Mayfair curses his slow-ass ass and enters the lab, proceeding with the previous course of action.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Call me bad at GMing Paranoia, but I'm not enjoying jerking you around like this anymore.

Mayfair tries to enter the R&D lab, but his feet won't let him. Instead, they (doubtless conspiring with his legs) turn him in a random direction and have him start running. Five walls and countless hapless citizens later, he interrupts the peace and quiet of the briefing room by crashing through a wall.
"'Sabout time. Let's begin."

Bright lights flash on around the room. It's wide and shallow, with a high bench where a citizen in indigo and a citizen in yellow. A citizen in orange stands near them, and four Blue-clearance guards with garish outfits and...unique weapons stand at attention. An Indigo-clearance person in a similar uniform, presumably their leader, gestures impatiently for you to go into a wide, shallow, and narrow pit with a red line in it. Let's assume you do, because you all have a feeling he'd test that weapon on you if you didn't.
The Indigo citizen, who despite the lights manages to remain in shadow (remarkable how the lights work, must be to improve morale), speaks.
"Welcome, citizens, I know you're all very eager to Serve the Computer^TM, execute Commie mutant traitors, serve Alpha Complex, and all that. Luckily for you, I have such an opportunity for you.
"The Computer realizes, of course, that you are all inexperienced Troubleshooters. In its Finite Wisdom, it has selected you four for a mission which is simple, important, and simply important. In addition, we have selected a more experienced Troubleshooter to act as a guide, mentor, and leader on your first mission. He is not present currently; surely he was delayed by whatever delayed you. In any case, we are certain you will be able to complete the mission. Successfully."
He takes a moment to look each of you in the eyes for just a moment, but it feels like he's going through your mind as he does so.
"The mission will take you to...what sector, Citizens?"

[Dariush]

((And the choices are?...))

[GreatWyrmGold]

Did you read the mission alert? It was noted there.

Remaining silent and letting someone else answer is an acceptable answer, too.

[scapheap]

"The OUTDOORS sector, sir."

[GreatWyrmGold]

There is a brief pause, then Cat-R-URS-1 says, "Um...The OUTDOORS Sector, sir."

"Indeed," he replies. "And what do you know of OUTDOORS Sector, Citizen Cat-R-URS-1?"

[scapheap]

"Not a lot, sir."

[GreatWyrmGold]

"I see...Does anyone else know about OUTDOORS sector? You, Citizen Trig-R-HPY-1?"