Attempt to recognize Ee-Oon's species. If I recognize them:
I apologize if this is rude, Ee-Oon, but how did you happen to come upon this station? I've never encountered a(n) [Oogway] before.
(6) You do in fact recognize the species. This species comes from a world dominated by vast oceans and low, swampy continents, with a few notably large mountains as well. There are several theories on the nature and origins of those mountains, as they stand out dramatically from the surrounding geography. Though morphology would suggest EeOon to be an aquatic creature, his race hails from a series of valleys and caverns located high in the mountains. There are several quite large lakes up there, some subterranean, and EeOon's species enjoys the use of these frequently, for swimming, fishing, or other activities, though they dwell on land.
A wise being once said "One often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it." I was on a courier shuttle, away from the war and from the Zhost, when my shuttle malfunctioned. I found myself being rescued by a Zhost military cruiser. That ship, too, came to ruin, and a kindly Zhost freed me from my prison that I might live Here EeOon's story trails off, and he stands peering into the distance, or maybe at an insect on one of your branches. Hard to tell, really.
"Why hello, Ms. Calum. How are you this evening?"
(1 + 1) Ms, Calum chitters (I said chitters before, right?) at you angrily, poking you with a claw for emphasis. (6-1) You understand exactly what she is saying, and are a tad shocked at the language she uses in complaining about the noise. She goes on about how it woke several of her children, and how she is having a terrible time getting them to settle down again, again poking you for emphasis, and appearing to grow more agitated.
((YES!! FREEDOM!!)
Scoop up what's left of my free lunch and gobble it down, leave by walking upside down on the ceiling
(4) fully sated by your somewhat cold meal, you ceiling walk away to ... somewhere. Where were you going again?
((we'll find out when ng returns))
Stay in line for the lunch, while keeping the corpse close by. Attempt to discern what song the Peace Officer is singing.
(2 v 1) you manage to hold your place in line, and the corpse, but amidst the struggling, you and your various assailants tumble into a heap, along with the body, now looking slightly the worse for wear. (3) The attitude of the police begins to shift, and they start attempting to untangle the various bodies, while one speaks loudly to you (2) about something or another.
Hm. Only lichens, then? Anything else on hand? Ambulatory strains, structural strains, chemosynthesis strains for adverse conditions?
(1) you are sure you have other stocks of various fungoids and whatnot, but as you attempt to navigate the inventory screens, all you find are catalogs of acids, bases, and salts. You are unsure why these are even in your database. hey appear to be for another section of the station entirely.
Oh, nothing. Just got a little...Excited.
Regain sense. Continue blasting rocks with utmost enthusiasm. Imagine the rocks are innocent civilians I am blasting out of existence.
(4) you bugfully suppress the urge to fire wildly on the Firebug, and again correct course toward the asteroids.
Hey, we found a few rocks with some potential, get back here and charge up the drillbeams. We might be able to rake in a good haul this week! I'll leave it o you how much the lure of immanent megaton devastation is to you.
Change action to wipe out stuff with towel, so then I know where my towel is.
(1) you pitifully probe your nasal cavities with the damp edge of your garment, having left your towels with the food cart. You sink a little deeper into the purple as well.
See what kind of DNA I have floating around inside me. There should be a Skeletoid in here somewhere.
(4) you have something like a skeletoid within your DNA memory. What's a skeletoid?
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