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[Lenglon]

Of course. My character isn't actually suspicious of you. what's going on is she's got a toy, and she's pushing its buttons to see what funny noises it makes.
"Oh, so you can make anythiiinnnnnngg? How about...  a wireless interface to reprogram nanites with? made out of... oh, some... defunct.... nanites and/or crashed ship parts?"
or possibly find ways to use it to escape.

[origamiscienceguy]

Heh heh heh, those are not "the right materials" sonny. Unless there are some carbon nanotubes, macrotransmitterchips, and some alot of magnetorheological fluid in those crashed spaceship parts, I can't help you.

On second thought, if you gave me some (heh heh) coffee as well, I might be able to do it. Heh heh

[Lenglon]

"I'm not joking. Look around and point out what you need. Leave acquisitions to us."

[origamiscienceguy]

The reason I mentioned these components is because they don't grow on trees, the magnetorheological fluid, especially. Where on earth *cough cough* I mean, where NOT on earth are you going to find some? I can make other things though, if you could find me those crashed spaceship parts you mentioned, I could make a few trinkets you boys might enjoy heh heh.

I don't think it would be a good idea to make anything game-breaking.

[LuckyKobold]

((Aw, Cool. I'll set up a character sheet later...))

[Peradon]

I don't think it would be a good idea to make anything game-breaking.

((Like a spaceship to escape in......? Darn...))

[Lenglon]

"So... you're useless then?"

[origamiscienceguy]

Yep...unless you think weapons, communication devices, water purifiers, and land vehicles (among others) could possibly be usefull, heh heh.

[LuckyKobold]

Spoiler: Shh, You'll Spoil the Ending... (click to show/hide)

Name: Mentor Ezekiel
Gender: Male
Race: Very Mentally Disturbed Human
Age: 30
Crime: His Crime was starting and spreading a Mysterious Cult based around the Idea that Nothing is the only cause worth fighting for, Therefore, All things Must Die, According to the Cult, Called "Crusading Nihilism" The Cult also believes that the Space in between the Stars is Holy, Intelligent and All-Powerful. The Cultists refer to it as "Lord Darkness." Of Course, It's all a Bunch of Insane Gibberish that is completely incorrect, But Ezekiel is Quite Insane and thinks he hears the Voices of "Lord Darkness" and his "Purifying" Angels. He's Extremely Charismatic though and possesses an Utterly Indomitable Faith in his own Insane Lies. He was sent to the Filthy Moon-Prison Planet because He and his hundreds of Followers Sabotaged several dozen Nuclear Power Plants , Attempted to Burn the White House, and Worst Of All, Defaced Mount Rushmore using C4 and Spraypaint.
Your Last Hour on Earth: Ah Yes, That Last Hour upon the Wretched HATE of Gaea, Oh how sweet the destruction of those unbelievers was, How Noble their Pained Screams, How Satisfying the Destruction of their Falsehoods. But Alas, Now I lay, Going to plant brand new seeds of Destruction in this so-called Prison.
FOR LORD DARKNESS!

((OK guys, I tried my best to make a vaguely creepy Antagonist.))

[Salsacookies]

Turn 1. Trapped in a shitty tomb

As the ship went it's course, the old man look at the prisoners around him, to get a sense of who he should be cautious of, and who's not so worrisome. The short answer is, everybody looks menacing, one futilely attempt to get out of his Indestrium shackles, and one singing twisted poetry to himself. There's one the looks particularly feral, and he seems to have rather... long, nails. Before he could complete his observations...

you feel the ship quake violently, throwing the prisoners on the west side into the wall, crushing the unfortunate souls between a proverbial rock and hard place. A hole opens in the roof, burying those underneath in trash and scrap metal, and the place begins to flood in sewage. You hear an announcement. Warning! Asteroid impact! Commence immediate evacuation!You hear the tell tale signs of escape pods making there way out of the ship.

You are all hopelessly trapped, literally sitting ducks, waiting to be drowned by shit. What an ironic way to go.

[LuckyKobold]

((Am I Accepted?))

[origamiscienceguy]

what about our actions?

[Salsacookies]

Yes

[LuckyKobold]

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! PURIFICATION IS UPON US! WEEP MORTALS, FOR THE HOUR OF RECKONING IS UPON US!"

Ezekiel grins very widely and looks for a way to commandeer the Ship while chanting the Word Darkness in Ancient Latin, Over and over again.

"EREBUS EXEDO TOTUS!"

[Salsacookies]

you are in a small area, stuffed in with barely any room to breathe. I'd do the actions later on, when you were able to benefit from them. I couldn't think of anyway to make them work. You literally couldn't even sit if you wanted, it's so tight. Sorry for not doing actions, you'll have plenty of action soon enough.