One, two ... five. How did I miscount this many players? weeeeeeiiiiiiird.
Hmm, I am seeing ... egan is in the line for documentation, as is Dark One.
Sabertooth and Harry are first to comment on the obstruction, so they are in the line with the hold-up, which is now the organic resupply line.
random is ... oozing.
Name: "Juub" / Nameless.
Race: Ooze / Unknown sapient corpse as of yet unidentified.
status within the race: Inside an infested corpse about to be reanimated. / Abandoned body forgotten and lost.
occupation: Infester / Dead host fit for resurrection.
skills: Fast learning. Nothing yet. / Brain too damaged to remember.
Adquire full control of the corpse and complete the reanimation.
Wake up. Examine "my" body and try to identify what "I" am.
(Is this good?)
Hmm, now to roll up a corpse for you: compatibility: (6) Well, that answers that. You have infested a Dripping Sap Leech. THese beings are parasites that inhabit tall, pulpy woodforms in a jungle-like environment. They are amorphous, Amoebic, and generally placid. they consume wood pulp, and ooze slowly out of holes in the bark as they expand. Generally they are transported to other woodstock by mammalian, reptilian and amphibian creatures that brush up against or walk over them. This picks up a portion of the creature 9like getting sap stuck to your feet.
You have total control over this nonsentient being. (nope, you've already declared your brain to be too damaged for that). No emotions or pain receptors, just survival instinct and whatever goal your slime creature had been pursuing before becoming one with the Sap.
Long lines. Inefficient allocation of resources. Likely to make the more impatient saps unpredictable and disruptive. Whoever is in charge here is either incompetent, or powerless. Oh well, it is not my problem.
Waiting patiently for a licence to practice maintenance on biological aliens, or "medicine" as it is called here. I control my own clock and was not programmed or trained to experience boredom, so waiting will only become a problem if I need to wait so long that I require maintenance in the meantime. I do carry a few tools to tune up my body, and have a wireless connection to this place's network, so that shouldn't be a problem on the time scales we're talking about. A more likely problem is that a less rational sap decides to attack me, in which case I'll speed up my clock, route power to my military stunner arm, and incapacitate it.
you go into idle mode.
Peer from the line to see what the hold-up is.
Name: Taras Soroka.
Race: Zemljanin.
Status within the race: Propaganda officer.
Occupation: Loan Shark.
Skills: Intimidation, Bargaining, Melee and Ranged Combat, Persuasion, Public Speaking, Street Wisdom.
Something massive is blocking a chokepoint up ahead. it looks like some large, flabby, gumdrop shaped being has collapsed in the entranceway to the next station in the line. I say collapsed, because the gumdrop looks more like a deflated beanbag chair, and is half draped over a few workers, pressing two against the wall and at least one down to the floor. You can't tell if this is an aggressive act, or simply exhaustion on the part of the giant gumdrop.
Captain Zolla wiggled in her captain's receptacle as the visual feed resolved around her. Docking procedures made her uneasy. All of these large bodies crowding together.
"Karhall, get me an active scan of the premises. The whales must be at it again."
Have my girl at the sensors, Karhall, perform a deeper scan from where we are to get a better idea of what's happening up ahead and if we need to shoot anyone. We might be here to replenish our organic precursors but security detail is a job as sleepless as it is thankless.
you are in the same line as Sabertooth then? So I'll add him to the "organic replenishment" line.
Please keep a roster of your crew (names and assignments) in your op charsheet, so I can more easily follow if names start piling up. (2) "Some sort of Organic blockage sir. Perhaps we have stumbled into the organic disposal and reuptake pipelines again?" Obviously you haven't. Technically, Karhall's quip is within the bounds of observational reporting suitable for her station, but you know her well enough to read the sarcasm. She hides the twinkle in her visual receptacle(s) well enough.
Try to determine what's causing troubles further the line Smurshjah is in (line for documentation).
The cacaphony has been going on for quite some time, and seems to be causing hostile feelings from the nearest fellow sapients. At least, the ones with obvious audio receptacles. So far, no violence has broken out, but there has been sign of jostling, and a few minor arguments have broken out among bystanders.
Oh right. the cacaphony is being created by a flock of winged beings, roughly basketball sized. constantly fluttering about in a static pattern, filling a volume of the room rather than a specific spot in line. Oddly enough, though the flock has absorbed more than one ground based sapient into it's volume, and the individual beings seem to fly in a haphazard manner, the central locus of the flock remains steadfastly in line, between a large, brightly yellow (like shining bright) obloid, and a squat, six legged ... what looks like a plush loveseat, but five feet tall.
Within the flock are several larger winged things, more the size of a beach ball. these tend to remain quite central, thoug hthey are often enough obscured by the remaining beigns that it is hard at first to identify them. once you do, they become more obvious.
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