"I see. Thank you."
See if my uniform actually fits, and what it looks like.
Also examine self.
You appear to be an albino woman, 7 feet tall, with a lithe frame and greatly accentuated muscles, almost as though you're lacking skin. You look like an alabaster goddess, something carved from granite and more at home in a museum then the battlefield. The uniform looks fairly similar to the ones the masked men wore; a unisex, loose fitting silver outfit with an underlayer or fishscale metal armor. It comes with a hooded mask as well, although it doesn't really look like the ones the other guards had. They look...vaguely demonic. All bright colors, boar fangs and bugged out eyes.
"...Oh! I see."
Sorry, I'm still getting usef to this stuff.
Could we call May the "backup" something? Or maybe make her the person who glares at people and doesn't talk? What do they call those?
"Mister Messenger! You didn't answer my questions! Did you forget them? I can repeat them! What's your name? What's the Radiant One's name? What's his name? Are there priests? Are the priests nice or evil or crazy? Are there lots of people? Are they nice, evil, or crazy? Is there a free museum and if so can I go to it? Can I see the people? Is there a not-free museum? Are there other kids? Can I talk to Mr. Jim and other people on the Damocles's Sword? Will this place be like there? Do you know Steve? He's there, on the spaceship. Do we have to hurt people? Will these people hurt me? Are you going to hurt me? Is that what that look means?"
Grate briefly clams up.
Ask the questions despite the implied unkind look.
"This place is pretty. Who made it? Do you know? Was it made long ago? How old is it? Is that new? Why is everything outside the palace so brown? Is it because there's no water? Where are you going? Why does almost no one answer my questions?"
Grate then goes over to a random bed. "This one is mine." He then goes to and looks in the chest, looking for the smallest uniform. He grabs it, puts it on, and then walks over to whichever girl, in his opinion, looks most like Miss Feyri and least like Miss May.
"Hi! What's your name?"
Ask. Check to see if any uniforms fit Grate.
The man has run off, presumably to avoid the incessant questioning of a child that somehow found his way into a crowd of murderers. You search through the chest until you find what you assume is your uniform; it's the only one that fits you at least. That done you wander over to the nearest girl and ask her her name.
"My name is not important to one such as you. Please call me what you wish." She says, avoiding your gaze and bowing slightly.
Refrain from talking in your sleep and I shan't kill you in it.
He walks to a bed close to the wall.
I'll sleep here.
Retrieve and examine uniform before putting on.
You examine the uniform. It is a fairly standard wrapper for these sorts of meat creatures. Might as well wear it anyways.
((Hmmph, I did an action that specifically declared her to get in her suit to be un-naked before she asked the questions. But whatever.))
May goes over to the chest and pulls out a garb, putting it over her suit. She then walks up to one of the young girls left at her disposal.
"...why are these the only clothes they give you?"
Get dressed, then ask girl question.
(Pardon me then. He chooses not to speak with you for the fact that you're a mildly horrifying albino weirdo who just spent several minutes arguing with another mildly horrifying albino weirdo, and seemed the stranger of the two. Same old same old.)
You put the uniform on over your suit and ask your question of the girl.
"We were told that such things are the custom of your caste." She says, looking away from you.
"So far no explosions... let's see if I can get this scout tool working before the meeting."
Put on uniform, make sure faceplate is down, and examine the controls for the scout eye. Ask if there is a very large, empty space I could use.
The man is gone, disappearing the second the collective group looked away, but you're fairly certain you saw a courtyard downstairs and away from the barracks a bit. You put on your uniform and sit down on one of the cushions to examine the controls for the scout eye. They seem fairly simple, a little joystick and a few buttons for manual control, and a key pad for preprogrammed actions.
((Either I'm blind from staring through the eyepiece of a microscope for hours, or you're having the servants wear plants.))
several young women wearing loose fitting silk plants and not much else.
((Good morning to you too Piecewise.))
Who's that robot?
The synthflesh is Faith.
I thought I was underprepared and didn't have many options.
Feyri's eyes widened upon reading the words.
Not Faith...
She stopped and waited for Grate to come near before tapping him on the shoulder, keeping her thoughts away on what had happened to her friend.
"Firstly, Xan is a grumpy person. He's like that, but I doubt he'll just kill you. I've seen those types--rough and gritty, seen the world in a bad perception--just don't take it personally and be yourself around him. Friendly.
"Next, don't expect explosions. One thing I've to tell you: this isn't like any of those holoshows you may have had as a kid, or any of the virtualtoons you're watching. This is reality. Our mission is to guard people's lives, and in failing to do so, we lose who we are--we let innocents die." She knelt down to his eye level and tapped him on the nose, looking him in the eye. "That's for memory. If there's anything you need, come to me, OK? Don't bother the messenger with all your questions. He's a busy man."
Faceplate always up. Tell the servant girls that we'd (or I'd...) like some privacy for changing into our uniforms. Then move to some corner where I'm quite sure no surveillance devices could see me from my vicinity and examine uniform for any tracking device or minute instrument concealed in it.
Please don't threaten Grate. Thanks.
"Steve, I wonder why you gave our measurements beforehand for their tailors. So I'll ask. Why did you?"
Ask Steve. Action may be later. Standing action now is above.
>Why? Because they asked for them. Hard to make uniforms without measurements. [/color
[intuition:1+1]
You inspect the uniform as you get dressed in the corner, out of range of prying eyes. You can find no tracking or monitoring devices in it; at least none that are obvious.
"Sweet digs! Also, messenger, can we contact you some way if we have further questions?"
He then stops dancing and begins to sing the ode to Sandy once more.
Look at uniform, appreciate its workmanship if appropriate, then put it on.
You look at the uniform. It's quite well made; and apparently hand sewn. Although, to be completely honest, it looks like it is designed much more with turning away a blade then protecting from a bullet or laser.
walk over to an unused pillow, pick it up, carry it over to the corner of the room hidden behind the door whenever the door opens (from the perspective of whoever opened the door), set it down, and sit on it.
You grab a cushion and drag it over to the corner near the door. You plop down, cross legged, and stare out over the rest of the room.
Hum...We could use May to cause fear on the rioteers. It's an idea, the threat of extreme sexual abuse is one of the best forms of causing terror that I know of.
Renen looks at the women, then starts to look for a silver uniform.
Get an uniform, a silver one if there is a choice. Wear it. Try to control the perv mode.Look for a place with privacy.
[will:6]
You successfully restrain yourself. In fact you restrain yourself so successfully that you think you may have just inadvertently made yourself asexual. Oh well, you have a silver uniform at the very least. No really private places though. You could hide in a corner and be out of sight, but thats not really private.
((You should really read the mission. His account had a few parts modified for comic effect.))
((If I have time and a link to the first post in the mission, sure.
And you didn't explain the "debilitating weakness to doors," Empiricist.))
((Ivan, the resident proto-Altered chitinous monstrosity (that went AWOL shortly afterward) had, on at least two separate occasions that mission, tried to get through simple wooden doors. In at least one case the door wasn't even locked. And he failed every time. Hard. Failed to open, failed to break through, failed to tear down, etc. When he tried to preemptively bypass the door and went through the adjacent wall instead, he would succeed. It's a lot funnier to read in the mission text itself. ^_^
prepost edit: ninja'd))
Ah memories. Remember when ER was good?
Me neither.
Although I do really like how the missions are getting their own little nicknames and becoming history. And how we actually have an in game, player cased "incident". The name "Sunrise over China-9" makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.
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