Jon glances at Pathos, the chuckle still leaking out of his mouth.
"a slash-list alert, Pathos! Bet there'll be overtime today! Looks like you're gonna win this death pool."
Perhaps you missed the part where Jon was supposed to physically assault his teammate for their bets? No matter, the game is afoot. Which is where Jon will not be. Grab a trolley, shuttle, scooter, or other mobility device and putter along toward the biological hazard. Be sure to grab a spare set of sanitation gear - we probably have them in a janitorial closet in our janitorial 'office' - in case the monkey arrives while we're out. (p.s. I am fully aware that Orangutans are apes rather than monkeys)
One betting pool for team deaths, buy in is 10 OmniFunds
One betting pool for type of disaster/ mission. buy in is 5 Omnifunds.
One betting pool for scale of disaster, by order of magnitude. Buy in is 5 Omnifunds.
Current bets: Pathos: 10 on 4 team deaths
CLASS: Sanitation Engineer
Name: Jonathan "Jon" I. Tor
Physical Description:A bit overweight, sallow complexion, surly expression. Thick black eyebrows. Mole under left ear.
Background: Born and raised poor. Stuck in a dead end job for who knows how long. But hey, at least he carries a thermonuclear incinerator on his back!
Life: d4
Attack: d2 for punches
Stats
d8 Strength
d4 Dexterity
d4 Speed
d6 Endurance
d6 Will
d4 Knowledge
d12 Fate
Skills
d4 Melee
d4 Guns
d4 Explosives
d6 Implants
d4 Mechanics
d4 Technology
d4 Medical
d4 Occult
d4 Speech
Status: (nominal)
Inventory
OMNITECH Rubberized Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Incinerator
OMNITECH Arc Scraper
OMNITECH Automop
Disposable space suit
Grapple hook
Money: 150 (+5 from Pathos.)
[12]
Jon searches for a nice cart or trolley for him to ride into the cleaning battle on. He finds one in a nearby supply closet but also finds out something else: the supply closet locks from the outside and there's no way to open it from the inside now that the door is closed.
"Who designed this?" He looks around and finds a small steel plate on the bottom of the door that says 'MANUFACTURED BY MONTRESOR INDUSTRIES'.
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MONTRESOR!"
Be sure to be wearing disposable Space suit.
Then very slowly walk after the others.
Along the way, search the local network to find someone working in that lab, preferably someone in charge. Try to call them with my communicator and ask what's going on and what kind of help they need.
Name: Pathos
Physical Description: Scrawny. Has trouble changing his expression to anything that isn't concentration, boredom or smug superiority.
Background: Delusions of grandeur. Took this job as a way to rapidly advance the ranks and see cool things. And because it would give him plenty of opportunities to set things on fire without his superiors being close enough to yell at him.
Class: Emergency Technician
Life: d4: Disposable Spacesuit
Attack: d4 ranged: Generic Personal Sidearm. x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d4
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d10
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d6
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d12
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: Bored
Inventory:
Disposable Spacesuit
OMNITECH White Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Override Fob (Allows activation/unlocking of most vehicles)
OMNITECH Personal Computing Cube and Universal adapter
Universal Communicator
6 OMNITECH brand Chocolate snack bars "ENJOYABLE WINTER SEASON" edition
Money: 495
[6]
Pathos does a quick search over the network and finds a lead scientist with the rather odd name of "Bill Pelican" that has a listed communicator number. He gives it a call and after a few seconds the video feed kicks on and shows a smiling man. He's an older man, maybe mid 40's, with balding black hair and an extremely thin and gaunt appearance. He has large circular glasses, nearly closed eyes, and is smiling as though he just remembered something funny. His face is lit by the glow of the communicator and he seems to be in an otherwise dark room.
"Hello." He says, voice slightly singsong, "Are you the security team coming to our aid?"
Pathos replies in the affirmative and the man nods as though it were the most obvious and correct thing in the world.
"Ah well. I can't tell you for sure whats going on but the events originated in the third sublab where they were testing the new biosymbiotes. If I had to guess they had another bio-feedback event. Frightfully common, but it must have gotten quite out of hand. I'm currently hold up in a closet in the first sublab. I'd appreciate a rescue, when you have the time."
"free hammer..."
Add the hammer to my inventory. Examine hammer for any hidden special features. What's it's melee attack die?
Put on my full body space condom AKA disposable spacesuit.
Edit: Oh yeah and follow the crowd. Try to stay at the least conspicuous and least likely to be targeted or noticed spot. Not front, not back, not directly in the middle. Somewhere near the middle-rear of the swarm of idiots.
Name: Edward Mortan
Physical Description: He's a bit scrawny and unshaven. Never opens his eyes more than halfway.
Background: Edward can replace a lightbulb without too much difficulty, and he watches a lot of youtube videos. Edward endeavours to do as little as possible in his life and so far has performed admirably.
Life: d4 (OMNITECH White Jumpsuit)
Attack: d4 ranged (OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d6
Endurance: d4
Will: d6
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d6
Technology: d6
Medical: d6
Occult: d6
Speech: d6
Status: Fine
Inventory:
OMNITECH White Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Override Fob
OMNITECH Personal Computing Cube and Universal adapter
Universal Communicator (Broken)
Disposable Spacesuit
Omni-eye
Omni-health insurance policy
Hammer
Money: 0
((The hammer is d4 damage. It has no special features.))
Scan for pathogens.
Name: Yagyu d'Aubigny
Physical Description: Slightly smaller than average, tanned, sideburns.
Background: Yagyu hates OMNITECH. But Yagyu likes money.
Class: Hazardous Materials Reclamation Crew
Life: d4
Attack: d4 Sticky goop thrower (no dmg)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d10
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d8
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d6
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: All good! So far...
Inventory:
OMNITECH Isolation Suit (Protection from many environmental dangers)
OMNITECH Foam Gun (d4 attack. Does no damage. If successful, target is immobilized. Multiple guns used in concert stack, ie three people using foam guns at once would be 3d4. Some targets immune.) Foam tank, d8 use die.
OMNITECH Sealing Tool (D4 use die)
OMNITECH Environmental Scanner
universal communicator
Money: 350
As Yagyu follows the group, he holds up his environmental scanner and has it automatically search for things. As they near the lab it starts registering higher than normal particulate levels of blood and other bodily fluids along with "Exotic proteins" but nothing it recognizes as pathogenic.
EVERYONE ELSE AND SOME OF THE PEOPLE ABOVE
The security team makes its way from the barracks towards the labs in question. They turn out to be a while away, down several levels and west maybe a half mile. At first everything seems orderly and generally fine, but as they get closer to the lab, things start to fall apart. People are running in the opposite direction and they have to squeeze through the escaping crowds. Some of the escaping people are injured, though none badly enough to have to stop and help them. Its only when they reach the halls directly outside the lab that things get quite bad. The lab itself is a secure lab, one of the many self contained pods structures that are completely encased save for a single airlock entrance and various utility lines for electricity, water, etc. The airlock in is closed and the lights around it are flashing a bright warning red. A digital display above the door shows the Lab number -I03- and then a warning about Biological contamination and hazardous lifeforms. The airlock is shut and its readout marks it as "SEALED", ie won't open to anyone but security or properly vetted normal personnel. There's a good deal of garbage laying around near the door, some smears of blood from people with probably light injuries, and a body. The body is that of a man, injured but not immediately fatally so. No doubt he was injured somewhere in the labs and made it here before collapsing. His white labcoat has a spreading red stain and hole in the back; a puncture wound.
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