"Oh dear. I'll need to find a way to flood the ship with ammonia immediately!"
Try to find life support, ideally using those lighted strips.
Name: Sirirx
Species: Vetan
Turns of Ammonia Left: (5)
Description: An old-timey space suit filled with eternally writhing eels.
Preferred Gravity: High
Preferred atmosphere: Ammonia
Previous occupation: Marrow Farmer
Miscellaneous: These crewmates look kinda tasty...
(2) You end up in what appears to be a convenience store of some sort. there are lots of vending machines, their tasty goodness taunting you fro mbehind the space glass display screens. You eye a pungeant shrimp casserole sandwich hungrily.
"Great, what luck.."
I'll draw a laser pistol from my waist line and stealthy move forward in search of that bar.
(6) You pull out your old smuggler shootin' gun. A warning light blinks alarmingly on the pistol (on a small display panel where the hammer wold be in a revolver). fiddling with the settings, you fire off a sudden, bright burst that strikes a door panel a dozen feet away, sending a shower of sparks and triggering an emergency klaxon and red flashing lights. Hey, you've got light now!
Name: Tamatoa
Species: Coconut Crab
Description: A large crab, bluish-purple in color in most places except his back, which is more of an orange...sorta plaid theme. Has two arms with pincers, five legs and one stump where the sixth leg used to be (although I don’t remember if crabs have six or eight legs normally), two swiveling eyestalks with more human-like eyes, and a mouth that also resembles that of a human
Preferred Gravity: Medium
Preferred atmosphere: Oxygen and water are both acceptable
Previous occupation: Hoarding
Miscellaneous: Loves all things SHINY and has no regard for any inner qualities.
”Hrrrgh!”
Find a place to store my amazing find, since it’s so heavy, and call the place my “lair”
(6) You scamper a couple dozen feet, up a small hill, and find a nice cool alcove. As you try to stuff the shiny into the alcove, it suddenly lifts from your back and gets all shiny, like with real light. It nestles inside a slot that seems designed for it, and the entire room illuminates, with blinking lights, shiny screens, and mold everywhere.
(7) A hologram appears in the room, of a silver orb on a metallic neck.
"Welcome back, David. We are currently orbiting 34921-7 gamma. Curious, the planet seems %1 larger than at last examination. Do you wish to change course?""Damn it, this place is such a piece of shit."
Check my pockets and see if I still have my phone on me then use the flashlight on it to see where I've fallen.
Name: Dr. Bob
Species: Deerman
Description: Average looking for someone of his species.
Preferred Gravity: Medium
Preferred atmosphere: oxygen
Previous occupation: Geneticist
Miscellaneous: Would prefer not to be here.
(6) You pull out your phone and fumble it on, shining your light around. The sudden illumination blinds you and you blink several times, waiting for your sight to readjust. as you do, you hear your voice chime:
"Seventy-Five gallons of industrial lard purchase: CONFIRMED. Your confirmation # will be emailed to the linked address. Your balance has been adjusted. You are now fourteen hundred and seventy two credits in the red. All payments rendered will be taken until your account balances."Your eyes adjust and you see that you fell down a ship's ladder into a lower hallway. the omnipresent dust in the air is accompanied by a definitive black smoke. The source of the thin smoke seems to be somewhere further down the hall, where a second hall intersects this one.
Get away from the speakers, check if they work, if not, try reversing what I did that messed them up, look for something that could be a source of ammonia
(5) you back away from the speakers, bumping into Unit 37 with a dull clang. You realize that the speakers are now clogged with slime and float forward to suck the slime out of hte holes. When you do, the Speakers make a loud sound like the long inhale of a breath, then cough several times loudly.
"I'm good, I'm -cough - ... gimme a se- cough a seco -cough- w-wait ... -cough cough- Okay, okay that's better. ugh, I gotta brush my teeth, that's just nasty. Bleagh." (see Pancaek's turn for the continuation here)
Name: Zygomuc
Species: Space fungus
Description: A blob of gray and purple Mold, having achieved sufficient mass to become ambulatory and predatory.
Preferred Gravity: Low
Preferred atmosphere: Pressurized, no composition preference
Previous occupation:Blob of mold
Miscellaneous: It's a colony of space mold, what you not get?
(6) You rise from the mold and are immediately sucked into an atmospheric scrubber. Fortunately for your immediate survival, the scrubber is not operational. This is also a clue as to why the air is getting thin. The place is in such disrepair that the mold is gaining sentience.
See if I can help get the speakers back in working order. If unscuccesful try to locate a different set of speakers to reroute the ship AI to.
If speakers are a no-go, ask the AI if it can't just project text instead of projecting its body. If not for some reason, find a screen for the AI to connect to so it can use text to communicate instead.
Name: Sanitation And Maintenance Unit 37
Species: Roomba with extreme upgrades
Description: Unit 37 started out as a simple, circular roomba for the workspace of a certain scientist. Said scientist amused himself with upgrading unit 37 piece by piece, to enable it to take on more cleaning duties, and eventually general maintance as well. Now it looks like a bulky humanoid industrial frame, wearing a grey boilersuit with SANITATION in bold letters. It's only distinguising traits from your run of the mill industrial cleaning bot is that it has one flexible, extendible tentacle attached to the back (to clean those hard to reach spots) and that its head is a a recased Roomba with one big glowing camera for an eye. The tentacle has three gripper claws and an nozzle to dispense cleaning fluid.
Preferred Gravity: Medium
Preferred atmosphere: Anything non-corrosive (and clean)
Previous occupation: Maintenance and sanitation bot, Roomba (formerly)
Miscellaneous: Has somehow picked up a rather dainty apron somewhere that it has been wearing while on the ship. It's a dainty shade of light purple and says "Chortle, Cherish, Clean".
(1) you produce a brushing utensil and thrust it into the speaker holes. the AI makes several choking and gurgling noises. The hologram froths at the mouth. While cleaning one of the speaker holes, you hear a loud POP, followed by a dull buzzing. A short tingle runs up your brush attachment and the smell of burnt electronics puffs into the room.
When the AI speaks again, its voice is rusty and rough, accompanied by the dull buzz of a broken speaker:
"EEK! What are you doing? Not so rough. I think you chipped a tooth. Computer, make an appointment with my dentist. Thursday's no good. Next Tuesday? aww. I guess I can hold out until then." You recieve a notification chime on your communication suite. apparently, you have a dental appointment on Tuesday.
"Now then. Welcome to the meeting everyone. Our first order of business is to introduce ourselves. It's important for the officers to have good communi-" The hologram looks around the room, then swings it's arms down and stamps its foot, sending an improbable gust of dust floating through the air.
"H-hey! Where is everyone? You're all late! This is terrible!"Continue to search for plasma torch/thrower in engineering.
(5) you manage to locate an engineering section. The door is even open enough to squeeze through.It's pretty dark in here though. You can't see enough to tell a plasma arc thrower from a neutronium rod disosolver.
Hunt/Wait for mice for a while. If that doesn't pan out, then go watch one of the other crewmates, maybe they have food or something to play with.
Name: Mr. Koff (pronounced "cough")
Species: Cat
Description: An adult, slightly chubby, short-haired grey cat with green eyes. Has a hoarse, grouchy meow.
Preferred Gravity: Medium
Preferred atmosphere: Oxygen
Previous occupation: Chief Mouser
Miscellaneous: Humans still take cats with them in their long voyages for company and pest control, though the pests they chase are somewhat more troublesome. This one stuck his head somewhere he wasn't supposed to and ended up here.
(5) you do indeed catch a few mice. Well, that's one crewperson fed. As for followingthe others -well, you'll have to be morespecific, since, you know, they're aalmost all in diffferent places by now.
In The area around the conference room, emergency lighting and klaxons have been triggered. a few of you are outside the area of the alarm and are still blind, but most of you now have sufficient light no navigate by.Also the alarms are annoyingly loud.
Life Support: UNKNOWN. Oxygen seems okayish, if a bit thin
Engines: UNKNOWN. presumed functional, as gravity works.
Gravity: currently functional. you stick to the floor, somehow.
Life Support: UNKNOWN
Navigation: Functional.
Communications: UNKNOWN
Sensors: UNKNOWN
Weaponry: UNKNOWN
A.I: irritable. snarky.
Medical: UNKNOWN
crew quarters: UNKNOWN
Cargo: UNKNOWN
Captain: UNFILLED
Vice Captain: UNFILLED
First Officer: UNFILLED
Chief of Medicine: UNFILLED
Quartermaster: UNFILLED
Master Engineer: UNFILLED
Navigator: David Freeman. Currently in the guise of a large crab.
Janitor: UNFILLED
Financial Officer: UNFILLED
Communications Officer: UNFILLED
Sensor Tech: UNFILLED
Ship's Dentist: Unit 37
Other: UNSPECIFIED
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