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((...So, since I got a 6 result, wouldn't that mean that the eldritch goat unsealing ritual was a success with the overshoot being the destruction of my physical form?))

Either way, ignore the gate and the ferryman. Find the spirit of one of the recently-deceased space cows and use my pheromones to get some ghostly milk. Then use it to perform the ritual, again.

[Enemy post]

((...So, since I got a 6 result, wouldn't that mean that the eldritch goat unsealing ritual was a success with the overshoot being the destruction of my physical form?))

(It would have been, but you weren't able to do it because SM beat you on initiative and killed you before you could do it. Your roll should have been crossed out, sorry.)

[sprinkled chariot]

Print myself power armour suit  to get + 1 to defensive rolls, then program some bot to go and retrieve me my POTATOES WITH MILK

[ziizo]

go into the bazaar and search for Milk.

[Gwolfski]

Engage in fisticuffs with the scoundrel to disarm him, using my signet rings (that are for official purposes and not just knuckledusters) to beat some sense into the little rogue. If I am succesful, execute relieve him of consciousness for assualting a gentleman of the Queen's Royal Dapper Gentlemen's Association!

(internally) "Hah, the youth of today know nothing of vintage weaponry! That yob will be unable to figure out a mechanical safety, they all tthink it's holographic now! You can hack a dna sensor, but you can't hack steel!"

[Fluffe9911]

Silence: Looks out the window
Silence: Shrugs

Silence: Heads to go to the Bazaar (which almost everyone forgot about)
Silence: Looks around at what they are selling

[King Zultan]

Grab all of the DNA that came out of that guy, then go to the bazaar and hit more living things with the hammer and gather all the DNA that comes out.

[Glass]

Grab all of the DNA that came out of that guy, then go to the bazaar and hit more living things with the hammer and gather all the DNA that comes out.

._.

[sprinkled chariot]

Grab all of the DNA that came out of that guy, then go to the bazaar and hit more living things with the hammer and gather all the DNA that comes out.

._.

science!

[CABL]

((Coin flip: Heads, so I'm sane.))

"Roger that, I'll hide in a toilet and ensure that everyone's safe in there."

Barricade in a toilet, wait until the ship's AI uses the sleep gas, then go to The Bazaar and buy some milk.

[Trinculoisdead]

Heads, the Captain is also unaffected by the Mo0vian Disinformation.

This in-fighting is unacceptable!

Distribute gas-masks and organize a security detail. In coordination with the ship AI lock-down, confine anyone affected to the brig.

[The_Two_Eternities]

Assist the AI with pacification measures. All I wanted to do was upgrade the antimatter containment unit...

[Smoke Mirrors]

Work to pacify the crazies.

[Imic]

Name: Seán Ó’Brían
Description: the Janitor of this sad space shit-hole. Wears a beige jumper and overcoat at all times, as well as enormous hiking boots. Wears a beard which is obviously fake.
Rank (Optional): Janitor.
Why do you want milk?
Seán was going about his business. It was, in fact, a day like any other day. Which is to say it wasn’t a day at all, just another dark period of time in this empty black abyss of space. He decided on this day, after his shift, that he wanted to go and have a nice hot cup of tea. As he brewed the water, fetched the teabag, took out his mug, and poured the water onto the teabag, he went to find some milk to pour into it, and to make the Tea complete. However, there was no milk. That’d be fine, he could just pop down t’th’shops to- no, wait, we’re in fucking space. He gave out a tired sigh, and went to open the door of his unrealistically sized custodial closet to review the current state of the Ship.
Open the door and see where I’m located.

[Atomic Chicken]

Express mournful rage at the fate of my sisters by spontaneously giving birth to an armed mini-nuke. Moo menacingly.