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[Shadestyle]

Curious, SG performs Libra on the door, wondering what magic it might be?

"How odd, a Magically charged door, some sort of enchantment on it, or perhaps Magitek..."

he mumbles, walking around the door, poking and prodding it.

[UXLZ]

Looking DJ Gold squarely in the eye, Beau speaketh thusly:

"Not a damn clue."

[Wozzy]

Laila, obviously exausting all her one ideas, takes a knee and starts to pray to her elder powers for guidance. Looks like she won't be much help atm.

[Sosoku234]

"Well, thank you. Maybe we should all take our seats."

Proceed to do so, if I wasn't previously engaged in the act of sitting down.

[UXLZ]

Deciding to not sit down like the others, Beau leans on his trusty cane and-oh. He doesn't have a cane. He falls over.

Well, may as well not bother to get up while he's already there. Sit.

[Elvish Miner]

Aloy uses Harvest on the ruined painting. Never know when someone is gonna need a peg-leg.

[LordPorkins]

Before you can scavenge the painting...


The door opens, and a extremely generic looking man in a generic work shirt walks it. Any attempts to further describe him can only be described as…..generic. That's literally the only thing you can think of. Even if you attempt to tell the color of his hair, you just can't think of the word for the color. It's the color of generic.

The man finishes writing something on a clipboard and looks at you. Or rather, all of you. He views you as passively as he might view a series of rocks. His gaze slips over you without the slightest hesitation.

“FT 42-356c appear successful. Beginning testing for successful artificial cranial creation.”

The man reaches into his pocket, pulls out a collapsible baton. Like, the ones you buy at an office supply store to use on presentations.

[UXLZ]

Beau, immediately sensing where this is going, springs from his sitting position, aiming for the man's head with his trusty ca... Bloody hell, still no cane. Rethinking, he instead aims a kick at the generic person's jaw.

"FOR KING AND COUNTRY, LADS!"

[LordPorkins]

You really, really wanna sock this guy a good one. But for some reason you just can't. You can still move everything, but for some reason you can't bring yourself to hit this guy. He's so… generic looking, it feels like you'd be punching the entire human race.

[UXLZ]

Anger built up at repeated transgressions and the general irritation of the situation, Beau screams into the generic person's face with all the breath he can muster. (Which is, truthfully speaking, an awful damn lot.)

"WHERE'S MY DAMN CANE!?"

[Sosoku234]

Get up and attempt to give Generic man a good solid handsha- Oh who am I kidding, Attempt a brofist.

[vishdafish]

"Oi little man, you no look me like that, very stupi idiot."
Rok Smasha moves closer to the man, nonchalantly snorting a ball of mucus at him.

[LordPorkins]

GenericMan speaks:

“FT Instance 1 showing visible signs of annoyance and anger. Subject competent enough to formulate a query. Test successful.”

The man then walks to every single person and pokes them, noting down their responses

((Please respond as relevant. You can't hit the guy though.))


Edit: He ignores your extended hand
Double edit: The snot ball flings back into Roks face

[Shadestyle]

"Intriguing, is the phenomenon a mental compulsion, an info-hazard that my mind is repressing with all it's might, or perhaps a simple case of non-euclidean existence resulting in a corrupted perception of reality in which detail of the subject cannot be observed?"

Libra is used to detect the Subject's Absorbed Elements, Weaknesses, and Immunities.

[Sosoku234]

"I'm not sure if this is still that drug trip or if my roomie slipped me more roofies, but I'm surprised this isn't over yet."