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[heydude6]

"Does anyone have a welding torch? Perhaps we should just cut out the doorway and carry it out of the room. Maybe we can throw it in a sun then."

[Devastator]

"What, and have them infest the sun?  Nah, I think we just need to bore them to death.  Or go to the other side and cause problems so that they cut us off willingly."

"Although.. maybe not the sun?  Deep space somewhere might work."

"Although.. vacuum exposure is another sensation.  Gah, this is hard."

[Devastator]

"I mean.. if I knock some of them out, do you think any of you can destroy their minds?  That'll cause casulties."

[Pancaek]

Ed, staying back and somewhat out of sight, sends a message through either the team's radio or via mail.
((I'm not sure if we all have earpieces/headsets. I just don't want the gimps to hear))

Message: Hey guys, I found some extra info. Relaying now.

There were several past incursions of the pain elementals after the accidental creation of the "Door to the Pain dimension" 32 years ago. In the first case the entire area was walled off with 10 foot thick tungsten plates and encapsulated in a faraday cage. This worked for a short period until it became obvious the "dimension" was spreading and engulfing the area. After this the standard violence was tried at varying levels. This also failed because the elementals are, of course, immortal to some degree. Forcibly closing the door also failed. In that first incursion and every subsequent one they elementals eventually left of their own accord after binding agreements were signed to force the employees of the company to engage in some kind of "Ritual of Sensation".  The initial agreement was the "Annual stubbing of one toe" but the severity of the injuries have been increasing every time.

Analysts believe the elementals are "Working up to" something horrible.

[Devastator]

"Okay, got some gas here.  Good to see you've got them trussed up."

Move the anaesthetic gas bomb into the gimp room.  Then, leave the room and have the squirrel-bot open the valve from a distance.

Spoiler: Summer (click to show/hide)

Name: Summer
Physical Description: Young woman with a striking appearance and large.. assets.  Long black hair.
Background: Fomer sales pool worker who decided to throw away a promising career of forty years of utter drudgery for a much more exciting opportunity.

Life: d8 (Stimmed)
Attack: d2 unarmed, d4 generic pistol

Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d6
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d4

Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d6
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d6
Occult: d4
Speech: d8

Status:
Fine

Inventory:
OMNITECH Green Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Medical Kit (2 charges. Expend one to gain advantage on a Medical roll)
Painkillers. d6 use die.
OMNITECH Passive Personal Shield Generator.
Large Tank of Anaesthetic Gas with quick-release valve.
Foam Grenade
EMP Grenade
Toolkit (2 charges)

OMNITECH “Omni-fun” VR system
VR Robot Control program. (Can control a single ordinary robot through the VR headset without tech rolls, as if it was Summer's body.  Skills may only be used if robot has appropriate appendages.  Can be use to control different kinds of robots, but only one at a time.)

Mini-robot.  Basically a robot squirrel.
d6 dex, d6 speed.

550 OMNI debt to Yagyu.

Money: 0

[Horizon]

Drunkenly drag myself to the medical department of HQ to get shit done about my arm.

Spoiler: Scottish Medic (click to show/hide)

Name: Alec "Al" Mackay
Physical Description: Al is barrel chested with thick arms covered in tattoos that only the saltiest of sailors sport. Has an impressive moustache and comb over, his hair is auburn and eyes are blue.
Background: Al fancied the tales of his forefather's forefathers, whom were salty sea dogs and has acted like a surly son-of-a-bitch since he first grew facial hair, he took schooling as a medic cause the pay sounded good and it gives him a chance to do good while not drunkenly staggering around.

Life: d2
Attack: d2
Stats:
    - Strength: d8
    - Dexterity: d4
    - Speed: d4
    - Endurance: d6
    - Will: d6
    - Knowledge: d4
    - Fate: d4

Skills:
    - Melee: d8
    - Guns: d4
    - Explosives: d4
    - Implants: d4
    - Mechanics: d4
    - Technology: d4
    - Medical: d6
    - Occult: d4
    - Speech: d4
Status: MOMKEY PUNK DRUNK, fucked arm

Inventory:
   - OMNITECH Green Jumpsuit
   - OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
   - OMNITECH Medical Kit (x3 Charges, Advantage on Medical Roll) I
   - OMNITECH Stimulant (Raises life by one until next injury)

Money: 500 OMNI

[syvarris]

((Thank you for sharing in-character, Pancaek.  I love these pain elementals, kinda wish my char were more appropriate for having a nice discussion with them.))

Respond to management for why we should give the cube to Derp:

"It's a deal with the pain elementals.  Kinda like the contracts we've made in the past, but this time no employees have to be part of those experiencing mew sensation.  It's a win-win."

Dev suggested I remind you of the context around this action.  I don't really see why it's necessary, but hey whatever.  Wilfred really hates Derp, and spent so long forcing himself to think about how to hurt Derp and repeatedly voice these sadistic fantasies that he's ended up with something like PTSD over it.  Occasionally breaking out and insulting Derp at random, and generally just having an overriding fear and hatred of the man--who he never actually got to hurt, and who he knows is now under protection and largely unharmed.  Thus, he chatted about his sadism with the pain elementals, and they offered a way to show Derp true unadulterated pain unlike anything Wilfred himself could really inflict... which sounds awesome to Wil!  So he's trying to get the pain cube to Derp in order to inflict that agony.  He hasn't really thought about the possibility of Derp mind controlling the pain dimension (I have.  I think it'd be funny).  He's not against the concept of this maybe helping contain the PEs, but it's not why he's doing it.  Note how he's not explicitly saying the PEs will go away after this deal.  He's just saying it is a deal (it is; they agreed to hurt Derp for him), and that it's kinda like the contracts made in the past--which it is, there's an agreement for someone to suffer pain.

Also, Wilfred is drunk right now.

Spoiler: Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Wilfred Seven
Physical Description: An exaggerated eight-foot tall linebacker-shaped machine constructed out of slabs of white metallo-ceramic armor, laid atop a barely visible metallic undercarriage.  Its legs are stumpy compared to its arms, with a bulbous body due to the double rocket jump pack embedded between its shoulders.

Inside, he is an upsettingly poorly clothed buff catgirl.  Who still sounds identical to Wil Wheaton.
Background: He was batch manufactured along with nine other Wil Wheaton clones, for use in some film that he's never heard of and was never involved with; only the three "best" clones were actually selected for use in the film, while the other seven--really, the other six, Wil Three survived less than a week--were sold to OMNITECH as cheap labor.  Somehow, OMNITECH decided to hire Seven, rather than just enslave him, although he's not really sure what the difference is.  Notably, Wilfred's flaw that disqualified him from being selected is that his mind is nothing like the famous actor, and he actually hates being compared to the man.
Class: Class 02 weapon of mass destruction. (Always starts missions with a cognition copier)
Senior Xeno-Ambassador (+150 omni per mission)
Life: 2d8 Hardsuit
Attack: 4d4 Acidthrower

Stats:
Str 1d6 1d10 hardsuit
Dex 1d8
Spd 1d8
End 1d10
Wil 1d12
Kno 1d6 1d12 Subspace Library
Fte 1d10

Skills:

Mel d4
Gun d10
Exp d4
Imp d4
Mec d4
Tec d12
Med d4
Occ d12
Spc d4

Status: Drunk!

Inventory:
OMNITECH Cognition Copier (equipped)

Cat-sized woodlouse named "Rolly-Polly"

OMNITECH Hardsuit (2d8 life, d8 jumpjets)
---Can skim on smaller rockets
---Built in binocular view
Anomaly detection watch
Hacked observation drone from Detroit
Psychometric Reconstructor (Occult tool)
Subspace Library Search Engine (Replaces know with tech)
Spiderbot
Glowsticks
Glow spraypaint
Earplugs
2x Nutrient paste
Jerry can of monkey pump alcohol
A small black and gold cube. When manipulated correctly, it produces a temporary portal to the pain dimension.


OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) (Three d4 magazines)
"Cold Comfort" - OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged attack) (Five d8 magazines, one empty magazine)
Advanced Cleaning Apparatus (4d4 ranged attack) and 3 magazines (d6,d6,d6)
2x Smiles Rifles (d6 ranged attack) and 5 magazines (all d6)
Fragile Darkness artifact gun ()

Money: 100

Spoiler: Mission achievements (click to show/hide)

-Got drunk with Kora
-Protected Ji from being hit by a frag grenade, for some reason, despite that not being my action and Ji being inside a minimech
-Successfully attempted to close the door to the pain dimension, and failed.
-Provided alcohol to dull the pain of one of the medics, after said medic was severely injured.
-Had an amicable chat with the pain elementals, maybe making some new friends.  Was given Lemarchand's Box.  ^v^

[Egan_BW]

Wake up and add:

"And it'd be sicknasty."

Spoiler: explosives "engineer" Kora (click to show/hide)

Name: "Kora"
Physical Description: A generally unimpressive woman in her thirties, a bit fat and her curly red hair is unwashed. Can generally be seen to be smiling faintly, with unfocused eyes. Wears a silvery cape and hood over the red "ENGINEERING" jumpsuit, with a big camera attached to her shoulder, a belt of grenades, and a rocket launcher slung on her back.
Background: To hear her neighbors speak of it, she was some kind of mad chemist who inhaled too many fumes and went mad. The truth is that she's no chemist at all, but just likes to blow things up and knows how to follow directions from the internet. She never did anything illegal, technically, but after some conversations with the cops she decided it'd be better to go find a job which actually involves intentional explosions.

Life: d6 Reactive Fabric Cape
Attack: d2 fists

Strength: d4
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d4
Endurance: d6
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d8

Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d12
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d6
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4

Status: unconscious
Inventory:
Red Jumpsuit
Reactive Fabric Cape
RnD Shoulder Camera
Toolkit, 3 charges
Flare x5
frag grenade d12 x1
rocket launcher d12+3, uses explosives
Money: 0

Spoiler: notes (click to show/hide)

left an omnitech generic sidearm and three magazines in the lost and found box.
got a loan of 250 omni from the shark.
agreed with RnD to carry a "large shoulder-mounted camera", for a reward.

Filmed Wil buying "MONKEY PUMP".
Drank on the job.
Exploded some gimps. Expended 75 omni.
Did it again.
Went into a coma.

[King Zultan]

"You guys sure do have a strange way of talking."
Since I can't think of anything that'll help the situation I'll just ask my robo friends how they think we should get the gimps to go back home.

Spoiler: Is no longer dead! (click to show/hide)

Name: Burt Burt
Physical Description: An animatronic Dandy Fox with an old money southern drawl.
Background: Needed a job and got one.
Class: Advanced Combat Technician: (Gets an extra 100 Omni per mission)
Life: d4
Attack: d4 Personal Sidearm / d8 Close Sawn off Shotgun (d4 use die) with bayonet d4

Sight:
Smell: Nope can't do that.
Hearing:
Taste: Doesn't have one.
Touch: Probably doesn't really have that ether.

Stats:
 Strength: d4
 Dexterity: d4
 Speed: d4
 Endurance: d8
 Will: d4
 Knowledge: d4
 Fate: d4

Skills:
 Melee: d4
 Guns: d8
 Explosives: d4
 Implants: d4
 Mechanics: d10
 Technology: d6
 Medical: d4
 Occult: d4
 Speech: d4

Status: No longer dead.
Inventory:
 OMNITECH Red Jumpsuit
 OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x5 Magazines (d4 use die)
 OMNITECH Tool kit (3 / 3)
 OMNITECH Tool kit (3 / 3)
 High visibility flares x4
 Cognition copier
 Mysterious remote control
 Box of protein bars
 First Aid kit (1)
 Fire extinguisher (d6 use)
 Harpoon
 OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack)
 Sawn off Shotgun (d8 Close)(d4 use die) Box of shells (d6 use die) with Bayonet d4
 Cold Steel "Battle Ready" katana (d6 use die)
 OMNITECH Passive Personal Shield Generator (d12 life, d4 use die)
 Glow sticks (D6 use die)
 Hand held video camera. with up link to OMNITECH server.
 A gun effectively identical to the containment turrets, d8 ammo and not reloadable
 Rocket Launcher (d12+3 ranged explosive)
 Flashlight
 Laptop
 Smartphone
 A small ball that has complex etched designs on the surface and smolders with yellow flames
 Knife
 Machete
 Rifle (d8 ranged attack) would have d6 mags if I had any.
 5 Handguns (d6 ranged attack) would have d6 mags if I had any.
 Ghost fox
 Mr. Frog: The big frog in suspenders, now with big brain
 Miss Godiva Goose: The female goose with...a large chest...dressed in purple, furs and boa, now with big brain
 Prickly Dan: The porcupine in overalls and floppy cap, now with big brain
Money:
 145 Omni
 6,000 Megabucks

Spoiler: Things I've done. (click to show/hide)

Fixed some animatronic guys and made friends with them.
Got lost looking for gimps found shrieking skill.
Accidentally activates said skull.
Thew the skull into the pain dimension where it had no effect.

[Fluffe9911]

Jack looks around fidgeting in place for a couple of minutes before going to grab a chair
My legs are getting tired im going to go grab a chair then continue guarding the entrance

Spoiler:  Jack Blackwater (click to show/hide)

Name: Jack Blackwater
Physical Description: A average built jittery man with curled up short black hair and blue eyes who looks like he drinks way too much coffee.
Background: Jack was a security guard who by one day stumbling upon access to hidden cameras over the past couple weeks (but it feels like years) have been secretly watching the "MOOK Squad" through almost each and every one of their missions to date from unfortunate warp travel accidents to attempted ape murder Jack has seen it all with popcorn in hand. Of course nothing good last forever and the guys above eventually caught onto Jacks snooping but rather than "Firing" him it was decided that he would be transferred to work for the "MOOK Squad"... indefinitely.
Class: Security
Life: OMNITECH Riot suit (d6 Life)
Attack: OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) / OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4 melee attack)

Stats:
 Strength: d4
 Dexterity: d4
 Speed: d6
 Endurance: d4
 Will: d4
 Knowledge: d12
 Fate: d6

Skills:
 Melee: d6
 Guns: d8
 Explosives: d4
 Implants: d4
 Mechanics: d4
 Technology: d4
 Medical: d4
 Occult: d4
 Speech: d4

Status: Fine
Inventory:
OMNITECH Riot suit (d6 Life)
    A set of all gray body armor notable for its heavy chest and back plates, spherical pauldrons, articulated gauntlets and face obscuring helmet. Has “SECURITY” stenciled across the front and a big OMNITECH eye logo stamped on the helmet.
OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) and 3 magazines (d6 use die)
    One of the “Generic” brand of OMNITECH weapons which are ubiquitous in OMNITECH installations. It is an unassuming gray brick of a gun that most resembles a P90 as designed by someone with an intense passion for straight lines and 90 degree angles. It is a bullpup design with a large magazine slotted into a spot on the top of the weapon. Uses standard UEC 7.5mmx50mm steel-carbide rounds.   The word “RIFLE” has been stenciled along one side of the weapon.
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4 melee attack)
    One of the “Generic” brand of OMNITECH weapons which are ubiquitous in OMNITECH installations. A non-collapsible metal tonfa with a square shaped striking surface to allow for both flat and edged blows. The solid metal construction is further enhanced with embedded weights to make the weapon both balanced and capable of more powerful strikes.  Has the word “BATON” stenciled on one side and “SECURITY” on the other.
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
    A standard “contractual obligation enforcing” implant given to all Security personnel. Allows supervisors to inflict “Electrical Guidance” to the security agent if they are, in the supervisor’s opinion, acting incorrectly.
OMNITECH Omni-light
    A consumer brand flashlight produced by OMNITECH. Painted gray and labeled “FLASHLIGHT” to fit in with the generic brand of everything else.
A Cognition Copier
Money:
100 Omni

[Pancaek]

Now we're getting somewhere. See if I can't find what subsequent "ritual fo sensations" demanded. Or at least what the last known one was, to see how close these pain elementals might be to the "something terrible" they're working up to. Send an e-mail to the analysts who worked on this back in the day if need be.

Besides that, keep monitoring the room via both regular camera's where available and via the Omniscient Network. Pay special attention to Summer's ploy with the gas.

Spoiler: Edward (click to show/hide)

Name: Edward Paganini Scrum
Description: Edward has the look of a grumpy boulder, an impassive craggy face with lumpy, half swollen features. Once he made deal with a dog-sized flea in the cargo hold of a helium trawler near Jupiter. That trawler never made it back to port, but Edward did. He's been itchy ever since. Sometimes he sees things in the machines he fixes, sometimes he knows things he shouldn't. He won't talk about how he got here, what he intends to do, or what the deal he made was. He is quiet, fatalistic, distant, but prone to occasionally ramble with a distant look in his eyes. He's 36, but he looks 60.

After spending a mission as the EdPC, he now has a cyborg octopus body. Matte black and stands (slithers?) at about chest height

Life: d8
Attack: d4 sidearm (d4 use die current mag)

Stats: Octobody
Strength: d6
Dexterity: d8
Speed: d6
Endurance: d8
Will: d6
Knowledge: d12
Fate: d6

Skills ((1 levelup unspent from last mission))
Melee: d4
Guns:d6
Explosives:d4
Implants:d4
Mechanics:d12
Technology:d12
Medical:d4
Occult:d4
Speech: d4

Inventory:
OMNITECH White Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x2 spare Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Override Fob (Allows activation of most vehicles)
OMNITECH Personal Computing Cube and Universal adapter
OMNITECH cognition copier

Toolbox (3 charges)
Fancy multitool: at least screwdrivers and a welding tool
3 Small camera drones that can fly and stick to walls

OCTOBODY: About chest height, matte black. Has suckers on the 8 tentacles that allow sticking to surfaces, along with optical camouflage.
- OMNITECH Reactive Personal Shield generator (d8 protection but has d4 use die. Recharges between missions)
- OMNITECH Negotiation enhancer (A built in lie detector that will alert the user when someone is being untruthful around them.)
- OMNITECH Voice manipulator (Allows the user to modulate and adjust their voice manually or to copy a voice they have a sample of)
- OMNI-scient Network observer (A police scanner like device for the OMNI-scient network)
- Sensor suite: Stuff like infrared, heat, zoom, etc. Basically very fancy eyes.

870 OMNIBUX

[heydude6]

Leave the room to avoid the obviously bomb-shaped object Summer placed down. Use this time to go search for a detour that can get me to the other side of the wall the Pain-Dimension (PD) door is placed-on (ie. try to access the space the PD door would have lead to to if it was a physical door rather than a dimensional one)

Spoiler: Baldwin Reborn (click to show/hide)

Name: Robert Baldwin
Physical Description: A tall, pale, and thin man with green eyes and shoulder-length brown hair. You'd almost mistake him for a hippy if it weren't for how well-groomed he was. His hair has a shine to it that one could only get from the most expensive of shampoos and conditioner, while his complexion is flawless. No one knows where he gets his personal hygiene products from.

Also has blood wings and a blood halo now...

Background:  In a past life, Robert was a nature-loving hippy who abandoned his passion for cold-hard cash. Now a shameless capitalist, he thought up many money-making schemes as an occultist at OMMNI, but he encountered failure after failure before meeting his end within the SAM hivemind. Somehow he managed to make it back, but it's hard to gauge how much of his old personality is still intact.

Before even this, Robert had been a famous architect who distinguished himself with his avant garde designs. Life was good for the young upstart, until his preference for beauty over practicality caught up with him.

His biggest achievement, the Sierra Space Resort was a massive space station meant to house the wealthiest of space tourists. Modelled after a dance device from a bygone era, the station was a giant ball covered almost entirely in mirrors. It would reflect the light of a local star and spread it throughout the cosmos, broadcasting its brilliance to anyone in the solar system. This gave it the nickname the "Dazzle Star".

Though the clientele loved it, locals would get very pissed whenever the D-Star touched down in their corner of space. The reflected sunlight wreaked havoc on nearby planets, starting wildfires and even boiling oceans. Eventually enough people got mad and banded together to form a rebellion. The station was not designed to defend against such attacks and was quickly blown up, along with all the upper-classmen inside it.

Someone had to pay for that bloodshed, so Robert ended up facing the suit's wrath. As punishment he was cryogenically frozen for 200 years. Long enough to go out of style.

After serving his sentence, Baldwin applied for a job at OMNI, but the suits confused his unusual floorplans for diagrams of summoning circles. Robert was hired on the spot, but it was only during his second week of basic training did he realize that he may not have gotten the job he was looking for...

And you know the rest.

Life: d6 (reactive fabric cape)
Attack: d4 ranged (OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm)
d4 melee exploding occult (Ceremonial Dagger)

Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d6
Endurance: d4
Will: d6
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d6

Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d8
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d10
Speech: d6

Status: Pain Receptors: off

Inventory:
OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit
     The standard OMNITECH jumpsuit. Covers everything but the head, hands, and feet. Stain resistant, waterproof, breathable, light, and overall comfortable as everyday wear. Offers no protection against anything more dangerous than a spilled cup of coffee.  Has the employee’s name stenciled on the back like a sports jersey.  This one is Black and has a smaller “OCCULT” stenciled across the right side of the chest, just under the collar bone.
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
     One of the “Generic” brand of OMNITECH weapons which are ubiquitous in OMNITECH installations. The Generic Personal Sidearm is a handgun as drawn by a 9 year old; A gray rectangle with a gray rectangle grip and a trigger that looks more like a light switch with a trigger guard that looks like an allen wrench. It is uncomfortable, unappealing, and very clearly designed by the lowest bidder, but can effectively put .45 slugs into targets.
OMNITECH Universal Containment Pod x 5
    OMNITECH Containment pods resemble a clear tube held in between two large metal ends with long rods forming a cage and reinforcing structure around the tube.  One of the metal ends has an iris design to allow it to open and allow a sample in before clamping shut. Though the tubes look to be glass they are a multilayer reinforced acrylic that is remarkably strong and non-reactive.
OMNITECH Null-Rod
    The Null-rod is a collapsible rod made of the same non-reactive acrylic as the inner lining of the containment pods. Used by Cultists for the investigative prodding and poking of things that look dangerous.
Ceremonial Dagger (d4, uses occult, die explodes and increases level each explosion)
    A prototype self defense weapon with an entangled connection to the Highly Evil, Logarithmically Lethal plane (H.E.L.L.). Has an over designed appearance to it with a human bone handle and a hooked, serrated blade, almost like a linoleum knife designed by someone who wants to make the linoleum suffer. It’s unknown if the design is somehow conducive to the entanglement or if it's just someone’s idea of a joke. Normally the knife functions like any other mundane instrument of murder, but occasionally it will manifest high levels of H.E.L.L. resonance, producing short lived demonic emissions on contact. Has no OMNITECH branding and never saw a commercial release as of yet due to concerns of cross dimensional bleedover and possession.

OMNITECH Placed charge (Demo pack, with remote, 3d10 damage, single use)

OMNITECH EMP grenade (d20 damage, only effects electronics. Single use)

OMNITECH Cognition Copier

OMNITECH Reactive fabric cape (1d6 life)

OMNITECH Passive Personal Shield Generator (d12 life, d4 use die.  Use die is rolled every turn it remains active, activation takes five seconds before the shield becomes active.)


Gentleman's Pipe
    This isn't a pipe. This is a text-based description of a pipe. And also a pipe.
Octarine Tobacco
   An ancient plant from 200 years ago. Used to be all the rage among people with "alternative" lifestyles, but it fell out of style once corporations began selling it legally. Turns out that once the man was in on it, nobody wanted to buy it anymore. By now it would be extinct if it weren't for the single potted plant in Baldwin's room. In the end, Baldwin was a sellout.
Idea Tube
   An old treasure from a past life. Even back then everything was done in CAD, but Baldwin always wanted to stand out. He drew his designs by hand and would store them here for safe keeping along with spare paper and writing tools. This created a tempting prize for any aspiring paparazzi, which lead to him being frequently covered in various magazines. He owes his career to those guys.

Good OMNITECH fishing rod

Some guy's wallet

Some guy's crumpled piece of paper.

A prospector's watch
It's got sensors and shit that detects anomalies. Allegedly ceases to function deeper into the zone

Military grade Electronic Binoculars.
Useful for scouting

Money: 42 OMNI, plus -400 OMNI worth of debt, 147 Megabucks.

[Radio Controlled]

[4][2]
The Gimps all gather around and watch patiently as you cover them in goo. They seem mildly interested until you finish covering them in gunk and then talk to each other for a while, seemingly discussing your speech. I say "Seemingly" because a lot of them lack the capacity to speak in normally so a fair amount of it is just squishy meat noises. However, when they do finally finish they all turn to you. The one nearest you speaks for the group.
"It is an interesting proposition, however we believe it lacks some fundamental understanding of our natures. We are not masochists' seeking ultimate pain, we are explorers of sensation. If we just wanted pain we'd activate our nervous systems to just feel constant agony forever. Simple.
Your analysis is right to a degree though: context matters a great deal in sensation. A lick from a beautiful woman and a lick from a camel may have similar outcomes but very different sensations. The mind is a wonderful filter through which all sensation may be given extra depth.  As such, lack of sensation is not what we would classify AS sensation."
"The dark is not a new color of light." One of the others interjects.
"Yes, quite. So while you do make an interesting point I believe it is fundamentally flawed from our perspective."
The Gimps don't seem to be struggling against the goo, by the way. They seem a lot more interested in talking the philosophy of sensation seeking.

"Aah, I see! This has been most enlightening, thank you.

Now, if you agree that the nature and disposition of a mind matters greatly for how it processes, and thus experiences, sensations, would it stand to reason that very different minds and bodies alien to our own would have some unique perspectives to offer? Hell, there are creatures out there with completely different senses than what we have acces to, that can see colors or hear sounds that we could only ever crudely approximate, just to give an example.

Because, and don't take this the wrong way, it does seem like all of you still adhere to a fairly basic humanoid body plan and memeplex, so I think there is much more we could learn if we expanded our horizons!

How about this: if we can find you an interesting creature with which you can plunge new depths of perception and feeling, you will in turn go back to your home, take your stuff with you and and let us close that door. Our janitors can't do the scheduled cleaning of this room while it's in use and they are getting antsy about it. Union regs, you know how it goes.

Do we have a deal?"

More diplomancing.

Should they be open to our proposition, start researching what our options are for finding a suitable strange creature that'd meet their requirements. Some sort of alien species? Maybe a weird animal of some sorts? Or perhaps the lab boys could cook something up? Or, as you mentioned in the discord, a denizen of HELL? 

Spoiler: Yagyu d'Aubigny (click to show/hide)

Name: Yagyu d'Aubigny
Physical Description: pushbot
Background: Yagyu hates OMNITECH. But Yagyu likes money.
Class: Hazardous Materials Reclamation Crew
Promotion: Team Captain (100 Omni Raise, Access to all team shock implants. Crushing responsibility.)

Life: d6
Attack: d4 (goop)

Stats:
Strength: d10
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d4
Endurance: d12
Will: d6
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d6

Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d12
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d8
Technology: d8
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4


Status: Comme ci comme ça

Inventory:
OMNITECH Isolation Suit (Protection from many environmental dangers)
Cognition copier
bodyparts, enough for full body (in cold storage)       
goop thrower (d4 attack. Does no damage. If successful, target is immobilized.)
   -current goop tank d8/d8
   -spare goop tank d8/d8
Sealing Tool (D4 use die)
environmental scanner

Money: 1639
500 loaned to Summer

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Drunkenly drag myself to the medical department of HQ to get shit done about my arm.

Spoiler: Scottish Medic (click to show/hide)

Name: Alec "Al" Mackay
Physical Description: Al is barrel chested with thick arms covered in tattoos that only the saltiest of sailors sport. Has an impressive moustache and comb over, his hair is auburn and eyes are blue.
Background: Al fancied the tales of his forefather's forefathers, whom were salty sea dogs and has acted like a surly son-of-a-bitch since he first grew facial hair, he took schooling as a medic cause the pay sounded good and it gives him a chance to do good while not drunkenly staggering around.

Life: d2
Attack: d2
Stats:
    - Strength: d8
    - Dexterity: d4
    - Speed: d4
    - Endurance: d6
    - Will: d6
    - Knowledge: d4
    - Fate: d4

Skills:
    - Melee: d8
    - Guns: d4
    - Explosives: d4
    - Implants: d4
    - Mechanics: d4
    - Technology: d4
    - Medical: d6
    - Occult: d4
    - Speech: d4
Status: MOMKEY PUNK DRUNK, fucked arm

Inventory:
   - OMNITECH Green Jumpsuit
   - OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
   - OMNITECH Medical Kit (x3 Charges, Advantage on Medical Roll) I
   - OMNITECH Stimulant (Raises life by one until next injury)

Money: 500 OMNI

Getting to the Medical department proves easy enough. They want 200 omni to sew your arm back together.

((Thank you for sharing in-character, Pancaek.  I love these pain elementals, kinda wish my char were more appropriate for having a nice discussion with them.))

Respond to management for why we should give the cube to Derp:

"It's a deal with the pain elementals.  Kinda like the contracts we've made in the past, but this time no employees have to be part of those experiencing mew sensation.  It's a win-win."

Dev suggested I remind you of the context around this action.  I don't really see why it's necessary, but hey whatever.  Wilfred really hates Derp, and spent so long forcing himself to think about how to hurt Derp and repeatedly voice these sadistic fantasies that he's ended up with something like PTSD over it.  Occasionally breaking out and insulting Derp at random, and generally just having an overriding fear and hatred of the man--who he never actually got to hurt, and who he knows is now under protection and largely unharmed.  Thus, he chatted about his sadism with the pain elementals, and they offered a way to show Derp true unadulterated pain unlike anything Wilfred himself could really inflict... which sounds awesome to Wil!  So he's trying to get the pain cube to Derp in order to inflict that agony.  He hasn't really thought about the possibility of Derp mind controlling the pain dimension (I have.  I think it'd be funny).  He's not against the concept of this maybe helping contain the PEs, but it's not why he's doing it.  Note how he's not explicitly saying the PEs will go away after this deal.  He's just saying it is a deal (it is; they agreed to hurt Derp for him), and that it's kinda like the contracts made in the past--which it is, there's an agreement for someone to suffer pain.

Also, Wilfred is drunk right now.

Spoiler: Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Wilfred Seven
Physical Description: An exaggerated eight-foot tall linebacker-shaped machine constructed out of slabs of white metallo-ceramic armor, laid atop a barely visible metallic undercarriage.  Its legs are stumpy compared to its arms, with a bulbous body due to the double rocket jump pack embedded between its shoulders.

Inside, he is an upsettingly poorly clothed buff catgirl.  Who still sounds identical to Wil Wheaton.
Background: He was batch manufactured along with nine other Wil Wheaton clones, for use in some film that he's never heard of and was never involved with; only the three "best" clones were actually selected for use in the film, while the other seven--really, the other six, Wil Three survived less than a week--were sold to OMNITECH as cheap labor.  Somehow, OMNITECH decided to hire Seven, rather than just enslave him, although he's not really sure what the difference is.  Notably, Wilfred's flaw that disqualified him from being selected is that his mind is nothing like the famous actor, and he actually hates being compared to the man.
Class: Class 02 weapon of mass destruction. (Always starts missions with a cognition copier)
Senior Xeno-Ambassador (+150 omni per mission)
Life: 2d8 Hardsuit
Attack: 4d4 Acidthrower

Stats:
Str 1d6 1d10 hardsuit
Dex 1d8
Spd 1d8
End 1d10
Wil 1d12
Kno 1d6 1d12 Subspace Library
Fte 1d10

Skills:

Mel d4
Gun d10
Exp d4
Imp d4
Mec d4
Tec d12
Med d4
Occ d12
Spc d4

Status: Drunk!

Inventory:
OMNITECH Cognition Copier (equipped)

Cat-sized woodlouse named "Rolly-Polly"

OMNITECH Hardsuit (2d8 life, d8 jumpjets)
---Can skim on smaller rockets
---Built in binocular view
Anomaly detection watch
Hacked observation drone from Detroit
Psychometric Reconstructor (Occult tool)
Subspace Library Search Engine (Replaces know with tech)
Spiderbot
Glowsticks
Glow spraypaint
Earplugs
2x Nutrient paste
Jerry can of monkey pump alcohol
A small black and gold cube. When manipulated correctly, it produces a temporary portal to the pain dimension.


OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) (Three d4 magazines)
"Cold Comfort" - OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged attack) (Five d8 magazines, one empty magazine)
Advanced Cleaning Apparatus (4d4 ranged attack) and 3 magazines (d6,d6,d6)
2x Smiles Rifles (d6 ranged attack) and 5 magazines (all d6)
Fragile Darkness artifact gun ()

Money: 100

Spoiler: Mission achievements (click to show/hide)

-Got drunk with Kora
-Protected Ji from being hit by a frag grenade, for some reason, despite that not being my action and Ji being inside a minimech
-Successfully attempted to close the door to the pain dimension, and failed.
-Provided alcohol to dull the pain of one of the medics, after said medic was severely injured.
-Had an amicable chat with the pain elementals, maybe making some new friends.  Was given Lemarchand's Box.  ^v^

Wake up and add:

"And it'd be sicknasty."

Spoiler: explosives "engineer" Kora (click to show/hide)

Name: "Kora"
Physical Description: A generally unimpressive woman in her thirties, a bit fat and her curly red hair is unwashed. Can generally be seen to be smiling faintly, with unfocused eyes. Wears a silvery cape and hood over the red "ENGINEERING" jumpsuit, with a big camera attached to her shoulder, a belt of grenades, and a rocket launcher slung on her back.
Background: To hear her neighbors speak of it, she was some kind of mad chemist who inhaled too many fumes and went mad. The truth is that she's no chemist at all, but just likes to blow things up and knows how to follow directions from the internet. She never did anything illegal, technically, but after some conversations with the cops she decided it'd be better to go find a job which actually involves intentional explosions.

Life: d6 Reactive Fabric Cape
Attack: d2 fists

Strength: d4
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d4
Endurance: d6
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d8

Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d12
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d6
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4

Status: unconscious
Inventory:
Red Jumpsuit
Reactive Fabric Cape
RnD Shoulder Camera
Toolkit, 3 charges
Flare x5
frag grenade d12 x1
rocket launcher d12+3, uses explosives
Money: 0

Spoiler: notes (click to show/hide)

left an omnitech generic sidearm and three magazines in the lost and found box.
got a loan of 250 omni from the shark.
agreed with RnD to carry a "large shoulder-mounted camera", for a reward.

Filmed Wil buying "MONKEY PUMP".
Drank on the job.
Exploded some gimps. Expended 75 omni.
Did it again.
Went into a coma.

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Through some sort of drunken charisma and intense insistence Wilfred somehow convinces the higher ups that the box MUST be delivered to Mr. Friend less some sort of horrible devils bargain will be the only alternative. They make one condition for this: Wilfred himself must deliver it and bear any consequences there of.  Kora groggily wakes up to add it would be "Shickp Nasptsy".

"You guys sure do have a strange way of talking."
Since I can't think of anything that'll help the situation I'll just ask my robo friends how they think we should get the gimps to go back home.

Spoiler: Is no longer dead! (click to show/hide)

Name: Burt Burt
Physical Description: An animatronic Dandy Fox with an old money southern drawl.
Background: Needed a job and got one.
Class: Advanced Combat Technician: (Gets an extra 100 Omni per mission)
Life: d4
Attack: d4 Personal Sidearm / d8 Close Sawn off Shotgun (d4 use die) with bayonet d4

Sight:
Smell: Nope can't do that.
Hearing:
Taste: Doesn't have one.
Touch: Probably doesn't really have that ether.

Stats:
 Strength: d4
 Dexterity: d4
 Speed: d4
 Endurance: d8
 Will: d4
 Knowledge: d4
 Fate: d4

Skills:
 Melee: d4
 Guns: d8
 Explosives: d4
 Implants: d4
 Mechanics: d10
 Technology: d6
 Medical: d4
 Occult: d4
 Speech: d4

Status: No longer dead.
Inventory:
 OMNITECH Red Jumpsuit
 OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x5 Magazines (d4 use die)
 OMNITECH Tool kit (3 / 3)
 OMNITECH Tool kit (3 / 3)
 High visibility flares x4
 Cognition copier
 Mysterious remote control
 Box of protein bars
 First Aid kit (1)
 Fire extinguisher (d6 use)
 Harpoon
 OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack)
 Sawn off Shotgun (d8 Close)(d4 use die) Box of shells (d6 use die) with Bayonet d4
 Cold Steel "Battle Ready" katana (d6 use die)
 OMNITECH Passive Personal Shield Generator (d12 life, d4 use die)
 Glow sticks (D6 use die)
 Hand held video camera. with up link to OMNITECH server.
 A gun effectively identical to the containment turrets, d8 ammo and not reloadable
 Rocket Launcher (d12+3 ranged explosive)
 Flashlight
 Laptop
 Smartphone
 A small ball that has complex etched designs on the surface and smolders with yellow flames
 Knife
 Machete
 Rifle (d8 ranged attack) would have d6 mags if I had any.
 5 Handguns (d6 ranged attack) would have d6 mags if I had any.
 Ghost fox
 Mr. Frog: The big frog in suspenders, now with big brain
 Miss Godiva Goose: The female goose with...a large chest...dressed in purple, furs and boa, now with big brain
 Prickly Dan: The porcupine in overalls and floppy cap, now with big brain
Money:
 145 Omni
 6,000 Megabucks

Spoiler: Things I've done. (click to show/hide)

Fixed some animatronic guys and made friends with them.
Got lost looking for gimps found shrieking skill.
Accidentally activates said skull.
Thew the skull into the pain dimension where it had no effect.

They recommend tricking them. Making them think they're getting something good and leaving of their own accord.

Also something about a turkey and a hollow stump. Couldn't follow that part.

Jack looks around fidgeting in place for a couple of minutes before going to grab a chair
My legs are getting tired im going to go grab a chair then continue guarding the entrance

Spoiler:  Jack Blackwater (click to show/hide)

Name: Jack Blackwater
Physical Description: A average built jittery man with curled up short black hair and blue eyes who looks like he drinks way too much coffee.
Background: Jack was a security guard who by one day stumbling upon access to hidden cameras over the past couple weeks (but it feels like years) have been secretly watching the "MOOK Squad" through almost each and every one of their missions to date from unfortunate warp travel accidents to attempted ape murder Jack has seen it all with popcorn in hand. Of course nothing good last forever and the guys above eventually caught onto Jacks snooping but rather than "Firing" him it was decided that he would be transferred to work for the "MOOK Squad"... indefinitely.
Class: Security
Life: OMNITECH Riot suit (d6 Life)
Attack: OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) / OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4 melee attack)

Stats:
 Strength: d4
 Dexterity: d4
 Speed: d6
 Endurance: d4
 Will: d4
 Knowledge: d12
 Fate: d6

Skills:
 Melee: d6
 Guns: d8
 Explosives: d4
 Implants: d4
 Mechanics: d4
 Technology: d4
 Medical: d4
 Occult: d4
 Speech: d4

Status: Fine
Inventory:
OMNITECH Riot suit (d6 Life)
    A set of all gray body armor notable for its heavy chest and back plates, spherical pauldrons, articulated gauntlets and face obscuring helmet. Has “SECURITY” stenciled across the front and a big OMNITECH eye logo stamped on the helmet.
OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) and 3 magazines (d6 use die)
    One of the “Generic” brand of OMNITECH weapons which are ubiquitous in OMNITECH installations. It is an unassuming gray brick of a gun that most resembles a P90 as designed by someone with an intense passion for straight lines and 90 degree angles. It is a bullpup design with a large magazine slotted into a spot on the top of the weapon. Uses standard UEC 7.5mmx50mm steel-carbide rounds.   The word “RIFLE” has been stenciled along one side of the weapon.
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4 melee attack)
    One of the “Generic” brand of OMNITECH weapons which are ubiquitous in OMNITECH installations. A non-collapsible metal tonfa with a square shaped striking surface to allow for both flat and edged blows. The solid metal construction is further enhanced with embedded weights to make the weapon both balanced and capable of more powerful strikes.  Has the word “BATON” stenciled on one side and “SECURITY” on the other.
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
    A standard “contractual obligation enforcing” implant given to all Security personnel. Allows supervisors to inflict “Electrical Guidance” to the security agent if they are, in the supervisor’s opinion, acting incorrectly.
OMNITECH Omni-light
    A consumer brand flashlight produced by OMNITECH. Painted gray and labeled “FLASHLIGHT” to fit in with the generic brand of everything else.
A Cognition Copier
Money:
100 Omni

You drag a chair from a nearby office and sit down in the hall. You start sitting upright and attentive but quickly start spinning out of boredom and then just laying as far back as you can.

Leave the room to avoid the obviously bomb-shaped object Summer placed down. Use this time to go search for a detour that can get me to the other side of the wall the Pain-Dimension (PD) door is placed-on (ie. try to access the space the PD door would have lead to to if it was a physical door rather than a dimensional one)

Spoiler: Baldwin Reborn (click to show/hide)

Name: Robert Baldwin
Physical Description: A tall, pale, and thin man with green eyes and shoulder-length brown hair. You'd almost mistake him for a hippy if it weren't for how well-groomed he was. His hair has a shine to it that one could only get from the most expensive of shampoos and conditioner, while his complexion is flawless. No one knows where he gets his personal hygiene products from.

Also has blood wings and a blood halo now...

Background:  In a past life, Robert was a nature-loving hippy who abandoned his passion for cold-hard cash. Now a shameless capitalist, he thought up many money-making schemes as an occultist at OMMNI, but he encountered failure after failure before meeting his end within the SAM hivemind. Somehow he managed to make it back, but it's hard to gauge how much of his old personality is still intact.

Before even this, Robert had been a famous architect who distinguished himself with his avant garde designs. Life was good for the young upstart, until his preference for beauty over practicality caught up with him.

His biggest achievement, the Sierra Space Resort was a massive space station meant to house the wealthiest of space tourists. Modelled after a dance device from a bygone era, the station was a giant ball covered almost entirely in mirrors. It would reflect the light of a local star and spread it throughout the cosmos, broadcasting its brilliance to anyone in the solar system. This gave it the nickname the "Dazzle Star".

Though the clientele loved it, locals would get very pissed whenever the D-Star touched down in their corner of space. The reflected sunlight wreaked havoc on nearby planets, starting wildfires and even boiling oceans. Eventually enough people got mad and banded together to form a rebellion. The station was not designed to defend against such attacks and was quickly blown up, along with all the upper-classmen inside it.

Someone had to pay for that bloodshed, so Robert ended up facing the suit's wrath. As punishment he was cryogenically frozen for 200 years. Long enough to go out of style.

After serving his sentence, Baldwin applied for a job at OMNI, but the suits confused his unusual floorplans for diagrams of summoning circles. Robert was hired on the spot, but it was only during his second week of basic training did he realize that he may not have gotten the job he was looking for...

And you know the rest.

Life: d6 (reactive fabric cape)
Attack: d4 ranged (OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm)
d4 melee exploding occult (Ceremonial Dagger)

Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d6
Endurance: d4
Will: d6
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d6

Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d8
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d10
Speech: d6

Status: Pain Receptors: off

Inventory:
OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit
     The standard OMNITECH jumpsuit. Covers everything but the head, hands, and feet. Stain resistant, waterproof, breathable, light, and overall comfortable as everyday wear. Offers no protection against anything more dangerous than a spilled cup of coffee.  Has the employee’s name stenciled on the back like a sports jersey.  This one is Black and has a smaller “OCCULT” stenciled across the right side of the chest, just under the collar bone.
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
     One of the “Generic” brand of OMNITECH weapons which are ubiquitous in OMNITECH installations. The Generic Personal Sidearm is a handgun as drawn by a 9 year old; A gray rectangle with a gray rectangle grip and a trigger that looks more like a light switch with a trigger guard that looks like an allen wrench. It is uncomfortable, unappealing, and very clearly designed by the lowest bidder, but can effectively put .45 slugs into targets.
OMNITECH Universal Containment Pod x 5
    OMNITECH Containment pods resemble a clear tube held in between two large metal ends with long rods forming a cage and reinforcing structure around the tube.  One of the metal ends has an iris design to allow it to open and allow a sample in before clamping shut. Though the tubes look to be glass they are a multilayer reinforced acrylic that is remarkably strong and non-reactive.
OMNITECH Null-Rod
    The Null-rod is a collapsible rod made of the same non-reactive acrylic as the inner lining of the containment pods. Used by Cultists for the investigative prodding and poking of things that look dangerous.
Ceremonial Dagger (d4, uses occult, die explodes and increases level each explosion)
    A prototype self defense weapon with an entangled connection to the Highly Evil, Logarithmically Lethal plane (H.E.L.L.). Has an over designed appearance to it with a human bone handle and a hooked, serrated blade, almost like a linoleum knife designed by someone who wants to make the linoleum suffer. It’s unknown if the design is somehow conducive to the entanglement or if it's just someone’s idea of a joke. Normally the knife functions like any other mundane instrument of murder, but occasionally it will manifest high levels of H.E.L.L. resonance, producing short lived demonic emissions on contact. Has no OMNITECH branding and never saw a commercial release as of yet due to concerns of cross dimensional bleedover and possession.

OMNITECH Placed charge (Demo pack, with remote, 3d10 damage, single use)

OMNITECH EMP grenade (d20 damage, only effects electronics. Single use)

OMNITECH Cognition Copier

OMNITECH Reactive fabric cape (1d6 life)

OMNITECH Passive Personal Shield Generator (d12 life, d4 use die.  Use die is rolled every turn it remains active, activation takes five seconds before the shield becomes active.)


Gentleman's Pipe
    This isn't a pipe. This is a text-based description of a pipe. And also a pipe.
Octarine Tobacco
   An ancient plant from 200 years ago. Used to be all the rage among people with "alternative" lifestyles, but it fell out of style once corporations began selling it legally. Turns out that once the man was in on it, nobody wanted to buy it anymore. By now it would be extinct if it weren't for the single potted plant in Baldwin's room. In the end, Baldwin was a sellout.
Idea Tube
   An old treasure from a past life. Even back then everything was done in CAD, but Baldwin always wanted to stand out. He drew his designs by hand and would store them here for safe keeping along with spare paper and writing tools. This created a tempting prize for any aspiring paparazzi, which lead to him being frequently covered in various magazines. He owes his career to those guys.

Good OMNITECH fishing rod

Some guy's wallet

Some guy's crumpled piece of paper.

A prospector's watch
It's got sensors and shit that detects anomalies. Allegedly ceases to function deeper into the zone

Military grade Electronic Binoculars.
Useful for scouting

Money: 42 OMNI, plus -400 OMNI worth of debt, 147 Megabucks.

The room behind the pain dimension door is a supply closet. It contains no pain elementals or anything of the sort, sadly. Damn impossible space.

Now we're getting somewhere. See if I can't find what subsequent "ritual fo sensations" demanded. Or at least what the last known one was, to see how close these pain elementals might be to the "something terrible" they're working up to. Send an e-mail to the analysts who worked on this back in the day if need be.

Besides that, keep monitoring the room via both regular camera's where available and via the Omniscient Network. Pay special attention to Summer's ploy with the gas.

Spoiler: Edward (click to show/hide)

Name: Edward Paganini Scrum
Description: Edward has the look of a grumpy boulder, an impassive craggy face with lumpy, half swollen features. Once he made deal with a dog-sized flea in the cargo hold of a helium trawler near Jupiter. That trawler never made it back to port, but Edward did. He's been itchy ever since. Sometimes he sees things in the machines he fixes, sometimes he knows things he shouldn't. He won't talk about how he got here, what he intends to do, or what the deal he made was. He is quiet, fatalistic, distant, but prone to occasionally ramble with a distant look in his eyes. He's 36, but he looks 60.

After spending a mission as the EdPC, he now has a cyborg octopus body. Matte black and stands (slithers?) at about chest height

Life: d8
Attack: d4 sidearm (d4 use die current mag)

Stats: Octobody
Strength: d6
Dexterity: d8
Speed: d6
Endurance: d8
Will: d6
Knowledge: d12
Fate: d6

Skills ((1 levelup unspent from last mission))
Melee: d4
Guns:d6
Explosives:d4
Implants:d4
Mechanics:d12
Technology:d12
Medical:d4
Occult:d4
Speech: d4

Inventory:
OMNITECH White Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x2 spare Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Override Fob (Allows activation of most vehicles)
OMNITECH Personal Computing Cube and Universal adapter
OMNITECH cognition copier

Toolbox (3 charges)
Fancy multitool: at least screwdrivers and a welding tool
3 Small camera drones that can fly and stick to walls

OCTOBODY: About chest height, matte black. Has suckers on the 8 tentacles that allow sticking to surfaces, along with optical camouflage.
- OMNITECH Reactive Personal Shield generator (d8 protection but has d4 use die. Recharges between missions)
- OMNITECH Negotiation enhancer (A built in lie detector that will alert the user when someone is being untruthful around them.)
- OMNITECH Voice manipulator (Allows the user to modulate and adjust their voice manually or to copy a voice they have a sample of)
- OMNI-scient Network observer (A police scanner like device for the OMNI-scient network)
- Sensor suite: Stuff like infrared, heat, zoom, etc. Basically very fancy eyes.

870 OMNIBUX

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Can't find nothing boss.

[4][2]
The Gimps all gather around and watch patiently as you cover them in goo. They seem mildly interested until you finish covering them in gunk and then talk to each other for a while, seemingly discussing your speech. I say "Seemingly" because a lot of them lack the capacity to speak in normally so a fair amount of it is just squishy meat noises. However, when they do finally finish they all turn to you. The one nearest you speaks for the group.
"It is an interesting proposition, however we believe it lacks some fundamental understanding of our natures. We are not masochists' seeking ultimate pain, we are explorers of sensation. If we just wanted pain we'd activate our nervous systems to just feel constant agony forever. Simple.
Your analysis is right to a degree though: context matters a great deal in sensation. A lick from a beautiful woman and a lick from a camel may have similar outcomes but very different sensations. The mind is a wonderful filter through which all sensation may be given extra depth.  As such, lack of sensation is not what we would classify AS sensation."
"The dark is not a new color of light." One of the others interjects.
"Yes, quite. So while you do make an interesting point I believe it is fundamentally flawed from our perspective."
The Gimps don't seem to be struggling against the goo, by the way. They seem a lot more interested in talking the philosophy of sensation seeking.

"Aah, I see! This has been most enlightening, thank you.

Now, if you agree that the nature and disposition of a mind matters greatly for how it processes, and thus experiences, sensations, would it stand to reason that very different minds and bodies alien to our own would have some unique perspectives to offer? Hell, there are creatures out there with completely different senses than what we have acces to, that can see colors or hear sounds that we could only ever crudely approximate, just to give an example.

Because, and don't take this the wrong way, it does seem like all of you still adhere to a fairly basic humanoid body plan and memeplex, so I think there is much more we could learn if we expanded our horizons!

How about this: if we can find you an interesting creature with which you can plunge new depths of perception and feeling, you will in turn go back to your home, take your stuff with you and and let us close that door. Our janitors can't do the scheduled cleaning of this room while it's in use and they are getting antsy about it. Union regs, you know how it goes.

Do we have a deal?"

More diplomancing.

Should they be open to our proposition, start researching what our options are for finding a suitable strange creature that'd meet their requirements. Some sort of alien species? Maybe a weird animal of some sorts? Or perhaps the lab boys could cook something up? Or, as you mentioned in the discord, a denizen of HELL? 

Spoiler: Yagyu d'Aubigny (click to show/hide)

Name: Yagyu d'Aubigny
Physical Description: pushbot
Background: Yagyu hates OMNITECH. But Yagyu likes money.
Class: Hazardous Materials Reclamation Crew
Promotion: Team Captain (100 Omni Raise, Access to all team shock implants. Crushing responsibility.)

Life: d6
Attack: d4 (goop)

Stats:
Strength: d10
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d4
Endurance: d12
Will: d6
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d6

Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d12
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d8
Technology: d8
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4


Status: Comme ci comme ça

Inventory:
OMNITECH Isolation Suit (Protection from many environmental dangers)
Cognition copier
bodyparts, enough for full body (in cold storage)       
goop thrower (d4 attack. Does no damage. If successful, target is immobilized.)
   -current goop tank d8/d8
   -spare goop tank d8/d8
Sealing Tool (D4 use die)
environmental scanner

Money: 1639
500 loaned to Summer

[3]

"We are always looking for new explorers in the realm of sensation! New lands to conquer, as it were."

They listen to your explanation about HELL

"Ah, interesting. They seem rather uncivilized, but they do also seem to have their hearts in the right place."

"Yes! Removing the entire skeleton from someone all in one instant! What wonderful skill".

"Rowdy is just another word for enthusiastic."

They seem to approve of the idea of spreading their ideas and practices in HELL.

"Okay, got some gas here.  Good to see you've got them trussed up."

Move the anaesthetic gas bomb into the gimp room.  Then, leave the room and have the squirrel-bot open the valve from a distance.

Spoiler: Summer (click to show/hide)

Name: Summer
Physical Description: Young woman with a striking appearance and large.. assets.  Long black hair.
Background: Fomer sales pool worker who decided to throw away a promising career of forty years of utter drudgery for a much more exciting opportunity.

Life: d8 (Stimmed)
Attack: d2 unarmed, d4 generic pistol

Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d6
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d4

Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d6
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d6
Occult: d4
Speech: d8

Status:
Fine

Inventory:
OMNITECH Green Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Medical Kit (2 charges. Expend one to gain advantage on a Medical roll)
Painkillers. d6 use die.
OMNITECH Passive Personal Shield Generator.
Large Tank of Anaesthetic Gas with quick-release valve.
Foam Grenade
EMP Grenade
Toolkit (2 charges)

OMNITECH “Omni-fun” VR system
VR Robot Control program. (Can control a single ordinary robot through the VR headset without tech rolls, as if it was Summer's body.  Skills may only be used if robot has appropriate appendages.  Can be use to control different kinds of robots, but only one at a time.)

Mini-robot.  Basically a robot squirrel.
d6 dex, d6 speed.

550 OMNI debt to Yagyu.

Money: 0

Summer twists open the valve and rolls the tank of gas into the room before slamming the door.  Any  team member still in the room and with lungs and tissue to be effected by the gas almost immediately passes out.  The Gimps, whose anatomy is clearly very different from humanity considering the fact that most should be dead from their injuries, seem mildly annoyed by the gas but not rendered unconscious. They complain it makes their sensations "Fuzzy".

[Horizon]

Blubber something about "Damn fat cat bluecoats" or whatever and give the two-hundred omni but also see if I can convince the med staff to improve my arm as well, maybe for a bit more omni.

Spoiler: Scottish Medic (click to show/hide)

Name: Alec "Al" Mackay
Physical Description: Al is barrel chested with thick arms covered in tattoos that only the saltiest of sailors sport. Has an impressive moustache and comb over, his hair is auburn and eyes are blue.
Background: Al fancied the tales of his forefather's forefathers, whom were salty sea dogs and has acted like a surly son-of-a-bitch since he first grew facial hair, he took schooling as a medic cause the pay sounded good and it gives him a chance to do good while not drunkenly staggering around.

Life: d2
Attack: d2
Stats:
    - Strength: d8
    - Dexterity: d4
    - Speed: d4
    - Endurance: d6
    - Will: d6
    - Knowledge: d4
    - Fate: d4

Skills:
    - Melee: d8
    - Guns: d4
    - Explosives: d4
    - Implants: d4
    - Mechanics: d4
    - Technology: d4
    - Medical: d6
    - Occult: d4
    - Speech: d4
Status: MOMKEY PUNK DRUNK, fucked arm

Inventory:
   - OMNITECH Green Jumpsuit
   - OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
   - OMNITECH Medical Kit (x3 Charges, Advantage on Medical Roll) I
   - OMNITECH Stimulant (Raises life by one until next injury)

Money: 300 OMNI