Fire into the field more.
"Burn! BURN! HAHAHAH!"
(4) Your lasers actually connect with a boulder about a hundred meters away. The point of contact turns a merry red, and puffs of material spew off into space. The boulder's trajectory changes, but not noticeably yet.
Initiate a new project, the "Alternative Food Initiative", which would involve manipulating the lichen-like Formers for greater suitability as nutritional organisms. This would involve protein enrichment, increases in size and other manipulations. They would need to be grown in a humid, nutritious atmosphere, but their lack of dependence on soil would solve certain problems with the current soil-based and hydroponic growth measures.
(1) As you are working into this being's nourishment cycle, the interfaces have locked you out. either that, orthey are just glitchy for some reason. And now you are feeling quite hungry.
Bring corpse to food court.
Buy it lunch.
Chat about politics.
You know, its kind of weird that we haven't seemed to encounter any others of the Player races. You would think that they would be more common (granted mine are probably all in jail or shot by annoyed neighbors, but still)
(3 v. 4) You fail to escape the curators ... err, the custodians of the mausoleum. They gather around you and attempt to communicate.
(1) you have no idea what they are saying, but the tone seems cheerful, anyway. Maybe they want an invitation to the lunch?
Shit. Must have blown a fuse. Go check it out.
(6) You discover that teh surge protector has triggered, and reset it. Unfortunately, this resets all the electrical devices in the house. The food coolant system hums loudly, the lights all turn on to maximum power, which is notably uncomfortable, the sound systems all come on, which is very loud, smoke alarms and schedule alarms blare, And you hear the sound of running water, for some reason. You notice that the viewscreen is recording your favorite program, so that's good. (you'll have to tel me what that program is like. I was picturing fluffy critters, monkey-like critters, and space. And also a newscast, for some reason.)
See who all my other neighbors are.
You live in a juncture point between biomes. You have several families of sleek otter-like creatures nearby, and live in a small enclave of your own kind (I forget if you came to the station alone. If so, feel free to correct this point). Next to the dry portion of your home is a wide, open area filled with low vegetation and large, lumbering quadrupeds. their skin is shiny like metal but flexible like ... skin. They manipulate things with all four appendages, but they have to sit back to do so (now I am thinking of Winnie the Pooh eating from a honey pot.) outside the liquid part of your home is a moving stream. here, it is an enclosed tunnel with lighting and several enclaves in which various underwater creatures live. many of them are non-sapient. You ave been trained very carefully to distinguish sapient from non, as have all the beings on the Station. elsewhere, the stream broadens and rises to form a creek, which flows through some park-like areas. The stream is actually a small network of interconnected waterways, and the flow is artificially maintained.
I just realized I never posted a turn.
Have an FB go over and politely ask the thing to stop eating my leaves, then proceed over to the pods if the thing wants to talk.
(1) Your FB skiters over to the geriatric looking being, and crashes into it. The being grabs onto a branch with it's beak to keep from falling. Now it is dangling comically from you, and looking somewhat alarmed. Poor fellow.
Go back up the tube, gain access via most sensitive orifice available.
(you weren't in a container at this point, just in the garbage pile)
(1 v. 1) Sensing your opportunity, you slither your way toward your prey. He attempts to regather his container to capture you. Your movements casue a mini avalanche, and you slide down opposite sides of a trash heap, with trash piling on top of you.
Well your race has no sensibility whatsoever 
Mine just likes to mess with stuff like the automated dish wa-
*sound of spraying water, yelling in alien languages, cries of pain*
oops...
You find yourself ankle deep in the water spraying from the dish washer. It is slowly filling up your food preparation area. Again. (I encourage you, if you haven't, t read through the whole game to date. It isnt necessary, though.)
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