"Wait...if that was a hallway we just fell through, then the entire structure is on its side. Which means if there is a door, its probably under those boxes. Also, its going to be a pain trying to navigate this place. Do we just move the boxes out of the way, or should we get them topside so we don't have to do it later? We'll probably have to tie them to the rope and lift them individually, unless anybody wants to just fly them out of here. I wonder if they are labeled." Jason remarks, focusing his attention on the boxes.
Look to see if the boxes have any labels or distinguishing marks, without touching them. For emphasis, WITHOUT touching them.
The boxes all have what appears to be an identification alphanumeric code. You look over a few dozen and notice a pattern. The first two characters are always letters and there seems to be a pattern: namely that there only seem to be a few combinations of letters that appear:
FD
MC
MT
ST
SC
One of these pairs of letters appears on every box.
"Looks like I have a mouth and yet I'm not screaming, gentlemen! Amazing, is it not?"
Hm... one question, can I turn off my sensory systems at will?
"Say, Bud, you know how to make biomechanical widgets? I think I have a connection or two loose. Or maybe you could carry my brain within your body and I can use my expertise to help you shoot my gun and do other things? That sound fun? Or perhaps you can just make me some kind of fun little flesh platform to walk around with? The latter's probably a bit impractical, but still."
Sure.
As michael swings back in forth, still tangled by the leg, he wonders "Ok, how the fuck did I manage to get into this situation?!"
Untangle, and continue climbing down the hole!
You untangle yourself and get down in the most efficient way possible. IE, you fall 20 feet. It's not far enough to kill ya but it's more then enough to break both your legs.
"DAMN YOU LEGS! MY LITERAL DOWNFALL YET AGAIN! ALSO THIS IS QUITE UNCOMFORTABLE AND I AM GOING INTO SHOCK PLEASE SEND HELP. LOVE, MIKE. PS OUCH."
>I want to find some music, dangit!
Surely there are some tapes/CDs/space-age-music-thingies lying about in the APC?!
Use the Inmate run radio station:
http://plug.dj/einsteinian-roulette/Aid/Spot Michael and help him with getting down. Then, see how I can make a quick way up. Preferably a safe one. Could Xan maybe create handholds along the cable and leave them there?
Well, Mike just helped himself, so to speak. Now, about that fast way up, you could probably go back up and attach the cable to the APC's front winch. That would be a good way to do it, assuming someone is up there to turn it on.
Get into the APC and help Jobasio find music.
Clearly this is the pressing problem right? Finding tunes for Jobasio. He's gonna ask you to make him a pizza now, you just know it.
Loot Stacy's HEP and toss it to Michael when he gets down.
"Hey new guy, you might wanna actually bring a weapon on your next mission."
You confiscate the offending alien death penis and store it for later, more responsible usage. Or at least later use. Responsible...eh thats really a subjective term around here.
((Wait, I could jump down the whole length of it without trouble? How?))
Hmm. Let me look into these crates and I'll see if I can get you a temporary body.
Get out of my Mk. I in preparation for transformation. Try to look into the crates with my super eyes and see what I see.
Apparently what is in them is thick metal. Or that might just be your inability to see through metal. Maybe if you configured your eyes to produce some sort of high penetration radiation that might work. It might also give everyone around you cancer and melt your head. Not that those combination of side effect has stopped you before.
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