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Total Members Voted: 6

[Patrick Hunt]

Go to the guard post near the vault entrance and take a nap whike I wait for it to be opened.

[Harry Baldman]

"It's a defective bit of floaty code that's trying to kill us! Jus' tell us where the docks are an' we can smash his!"

"Hush up, man. Snapping at the poor confused guy isn't going to solve anything. We all need to work together here, and we can presumably get out of here optimal-like."

"So, Forrest. Do you and Asimov both handle sales, or just advertising?"

[Xanmyral]

[Can't do a turn tonight, but I'll do the smaller actions. Turn tomorrow (hopefully). Patrick, I'll get your action tomorrow when I post the turn since that's more 'next turn' stuff than miniturn stuff.]

Go to the general meeting area and look at the people there while leaning against a corner. Pay attention to what do they do, their actitudes, etc.

Randall heads off to the mess hall. After all, where there is food, there's people. The saying proves true as there are in fact still people in the mess hall, even this late at night. Randall set himself up in a shadowy corner--that is to say any corner really, with the lighting in the bunker--and watched.

Most aren't eating but rather talking amongst themselves, it seems. There's a rather sharp contrast from when the survivor was here last. Prior, there was a tension in the air, and as if people's color was being stripped away from them by the quiet hum of the ship. Everybody's actions and emotions came across as subdued and anxious, waiting for something. Now though it seems almost the opposite as a hearty laugh breaks the echo of the prior atmosphere.

Close to him is a small group of off-duty enforcers (those neon blue patches really do help with identification) clink glasses together and tell bawdy jokes to one another, and a ways from them were people who seem to be playing a game of some kind, the clinking of dice hitting the table along with cheers or jeers at the various results. There were various smaller groups who seemed to be minding themselves, talking amongst themselves happily about various events in the bunker.

Randall couldn't help but notice that across the mess hall was a woman handing off a brown paper sack to a man and the two swiping two credit sticks together. The man laughed and nodded, saying something and moving off as he waved goodbye. He was soon met with cheers as he joined up with another group and presented his prize, pulling a featureless bottle filled with a dark liquid from inside the bag.

"Hush up, man. Snapping at the poor confused guy isn't going to solve anything. We all need to work together here, and we can presumably get out of here optimal-like."

"So, Forrest. Do you and Asimov both handle sales, or just advertising?"

"I'm all for workin' together, we gotta rule for that for a reason. But at the end o' the day, we got more to lose than they do, an' I don't want the death of my friends on my head when I know I coulda done better than listen to a holo. Suit here doesn't even know if his plan will work."

Having said his piece, Boss kept his peace. Forrest picked up from there.

"It-Well, yes. My plan may not work, but I just--I've known Asimov since when I was first turned on. I can't just watch him die, and I can't let you users be sold either. I can't think of any other way to do both; I don't think I can talk him out of this."

"I normally advertised while he handled the sales if... If the manager was out--I mean, that isn't to say I only did advertising, I did handle sales sometimes. Just not often. Why? Do you think it might help?"

[Xanmyral]

<~ && ~>

Feels weird having a turn be this small. But then again I did kinda cut it in two parts. With the larger-to-write part being the mini turns, really.

Hm. Pacing, I will understand you one day. And you too, reliable updating schedule.

Dawn 1/5

[Bunker]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Having been dismissed, and seeing little reason to stick around, Harvey left the sergeant's office and made his way to the lift back to the commerce district exit. The trip wasn't long and soon the survivor saw the familiar four directional intersection leading to the lifts. Down the hall that he wanted, Harvey spotted three enforcers make their way onto the lift, almost starting it before seeing him as well.

Joining them up, he got a better look. Judging by the drooped shoulders and grumbling voice of the lead enforcer, he must of been the guy who escorted Harvey. The other two are new faces, supposedly at least, considering they're helmeted.

The ride up was quiet, the enforcers keeping to themselves mainly by the two new guards chatting amongst themselves, and the last listing things he'd rather do under his breath. At the destination, the enforcers moved to their post. Watch for the guards seems to consist of little more than standing around while facing in the vague direction of the door.

There's talk of sneaking a table and some chairs up amongst the three, but Harvey didn't pay it much mind. He was beat and a nap would do him well he figured. Finding a dark place a bit away from the enforcers for some quiet, Harvey slept uncomfortably on the hard ground. The rest was short, sadly, and a bit later Harvey was talking to the enforcers about opening the door.

"Yeah, we can open now, it's day. Day-ish. The lock afterwards still applies though, you want to wait for the others of your group or just head out?"

************

Spoiler: Freddie Firenzo; Harry Baldman (click to show/hide)

Name: Freddie Firenzo
Gender: Male
Attribute: Inspiration (1)
Short Description: a somewhat small man, balding, wears glasses and possesses a pencil mustache. Covers up encroaching baldness with a clearly stolen trilby and hides rather unimposing physique behind a somewhat oversized pastel blue tuxedo.
Short Biography: despite the rather dire nature of the situation, Freddie is quite glad, all in all, that whatever happened happened. He was in the middle of contemplating suicide when the sirens came, trying to decide upon a good method to carry out a deed. However, evacuation put a stop to that kind of thinking, and Freddie rather appreciates the circumstances due to this. Why, he could make off with an entire tuxedo and hat in the chaos, and nobody noticed. For him, this whole apocalypse thing is kind of a definite improvement, really. Certainly an opportunity to reinvent himself, find some sort of track to get his life onto at last.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, Metal Club, Metal Spike, Cracked Headlight, 7 Dual-Torches, Oil Canister, Lighter, Credit Unions, 2 Rations, Memory Stick

Spoiler: Frogdo Badtirigidon; Xantalos (click to show/hide)

Name: Frogdo Badtirigidon
Gender: Male
Attribute: IRONMAN (0)
Short Description: He's a short dude with curly brown hair, spiky stubble, and heterochromatic eyes - blue and brown.
Short Bio: Maaaaaan, he was a dude who came from the streets, maaaaan, and he was angry and resentful and stuff, maaaaan. He's a survivor because he, like, KNOWS da streetz, maaaaan.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, Metal Club

Spoiler: Randall Steward; Tomcost (click to show/hide)

Name: Randall Steward
Gender: Male
Attribute: Intimidation (0)
Short Description: a short and filthy dark-haired individual. His back is always slightly bended fowards, which gives him the impression of being a hunchback. Actually, he stays like that to remain unseen.
Short Biography: Randall's parents abandoned him when he was but a a kid. He survived in the streets pretty much as a rat, stealing food and hiding. Treated by everybody as scum, he never found a way to integrate into society and kept living with low standards.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, 2 Knives, Rubber Glove, 5 Rations, Meat Clever

Spoiler: Marion Dupont; notquitethere (click to show/hide)

Name: Inspector Marion Dupont
Gender: Female
Short Bio/Description: A tall, commanding woman, previously an investigator in Ship Enforcement. After the warning sirens she moved in an orderly fashion to the nearest bunker. Her goals are: A. Find out if her daughter is safe. B. Get to the bottom of what's going on.
Attribute: Hammerer (1)
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, 2 Rations, Lighter, Handcuffs, Family Photo, Sharp Machete, Metal Club, Heavy Work Gloves, Sledge, Duct Tape, Small Prybar, Box of Nails

Spoiler: Harvey; Patrick Hunt (click to show/hide)

Name: Harvey
Gender: Male
Attribute: Hammerer (0)
Description: Fairly tall with a lean but muscled body, long black hair and bright blue eyes.
Background: Winging it.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, 2 Knives, Recorder, Revolver, 2 Speed Loaders, Rifle Scope, Rifle Mag, 2 Rifle Rounds, Ration, Credit Unions, Car Parts, Small Fab Cube

Spoiler: Samuel Allworthy; Persus13 (click to show/hide)

Name: Samuel Allworthy
Gender: Male
Attribute: Inspiration (0)
Short Description: A tall formally dressed man with a conductor's baton
Short Biography: An orchestra conductor who managed to get to the shelter on the way to a concert.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, 2 Knives
Wounds: Busted Right Arm

[Xantalos]

((Oh. Thought I posted. Need better memory.
Ill do the post tomorrow though; gotta go to bed now.))

[Patrick Hunt]

"Head out I've got some work to do."

Go back to the machine, feed the metal in then see if I can build any rifles.

(( Did I gain any traits from the first day? ))

[Tomcost]

"Head out I've got some work to do."

Go back to the machine, feed the metal in then see if I can build any rifles.

(( Did I gain any traits from the first day? ))

((You know, if you go out, you let all of us inside without being able to go out for who know how many turns))

Go find Wilmer and Marion. Go with them to the door. Go out if Patrick is allowed to do so.

[notquitethere]

Marion awakes from her unsettling dreams and looks at her minimap. Screw the mission, I'm finding my daughter. She works out the quickest way to the warehouse from the bunker.

[Tomcost]

Change my action to go with Wilmer and Harvey to where he is going. Look for curtains or blankets on the way there.

[Xanmyral]

[It would actually just be one turn or so, door is only wired shut for an hour and a turn is roughly an hour or so.]

[Harry Baldman]

"All plans here are subject to great uncertainty, my friend. And I'd prefer to deal with our new buddy in a way that doesn't count on him not noticing things, when we know that he sees things through cameras. In fact, he probably went over to stop our other buddies from messing with things he doesn't want them to. Right now we can only hope they either get the job done despite the issue or come back here with Asimov. Either kinda works for one of our two plans. Besides, Forrest needs help and he can help us as well, so good relations are in our interest."

Wait.

[Xanmyral]

<~ && ~>

It's the second edition of MECHANIC'S CORNER! (Sorry for no turn tonight)

Spoiler: Death-O-Meter Upgrade and Hunger Implimentation (click to show/hide)

What's this? Death-O-Meter is evolving!
"Wait no that's terrible quick hit the B butto--"
Your Death-O-Meter has evolved!
"Dammit."



Finally, rations have a reason to exist! Food management is now in the game with the dawn of the new day. Enjoy the freebie 'fully fed' health up as a kick off. System is "simple," but I tend to have a problem complicating things I admit.

-Three dots on the left is current day, three dots on the right is next day.
-Reminder: Food fills left to right and maxes at the max of the next day. Health rises or falls on the change of day periods depending on amount eaten.

Spoiler: Combat Fiddling, Differences in Weapon Size (click to show/hide)

I've also fiddled with combat a bit, it should go faster and make more sense. Mostly by raising the damage of things. I'm not sure why I thought it was reasonable for a knife to do as much as a club.

Some highlights:
-Differences in damage between light, medium, and heavy sized weaponry
--Finally, a reason to really go wild with some big weapons. Remember, bonus damage due to criticals or good hits are multiplicative, so it pays to have a weapon that deals more damage should either (or the unthinkable, both(multipliers are additive in this case)) happen.

-Guns are more lethal, because if boolets are rare(ish) then they should really count.
--I used to have it to where a handgun would do as much damage as a knife. Silly me.

-Various critters got their health upped a notch.

Some differences in weapon sizes.

Small: Can be used freely in a grapple under any circumstances, incurs a -1 penalty if using two.
Medium: Can only be used in a grapple if leading it, incurs a -2 penalty if using two.
Large: Can't be used in a grapple period, incurs a -3 penalty if using two, a further -1 penalty to attacking if knocked down.

(( Did I gain any traits from the first day? ))

I'm probably going to do traits by 'Acts,' them being taught, and when I feel its natural. The last two tend to go hand in hand, really, buts it's possible to get a trait by training.

[Xantalos]

Aw c'mon, you can tell us what's in the room! After all, we are customers, right? I might not bring my business back here if I don't get to see what's in that room.

Persuade!

[Harry Baldman]

Frogdo's face goes blank.
What dat guy said.

Also wait.

((You're in a different room and currently being confronted by an angry deranged hologram, unless I've missed something.))

[Tomcost]

((Wow, you are putting much effort in this game, Xanmyral. Also, your weapon size thing made me think about getting an oversized meat cleaver now. Because I have to be able to reliably dismember stuff.

But, as a question, is my meat cleaver better at chopping stuff than my knife?))