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[Frelock]

Open the crate and equip the mad loot found therein.

[Agamemnon]

Good morning.

Assuming "fill the hideous monster quota" is an action, only Toaster, jozilla and Ochita remain to post an action.

I shall return in a few hours.

[wolfchild]

yea fill the hidious monster quota is the action, you have read multiworlds one right?

[Agamemnon]

I have, but I would appreciate, if you could be a little more specific on how you want to accomplish that.

Alas, this turn it does not matter anyway.

[wolfchild]

well i was thinking regeneration, which i would let run rampant for a while before trying to controll it, but i obviously got a 2 or a 3, possibly 4, a 1 5 or 6 would definately need to know what i was trying to do

[jozilla]

my action this turn:

I speak lodly: "is somebody here? where am I?"
I try again stand up and open slowly my eyes

[Toaster]

I tell everyone that I am equally confused, while I also examine the pad.

[Ochita]

Aack being in england is annoying with things like this

Join frelock with the looting of the crate

[Agamemnon]

Turn 2

I tell everyone that I am equally confused, while I also examine the pad.

| You walk over to the pad and take a look at it. There are 9 yellow buttons on it, arranged in a square pattern and labeled 1 through 9.

I speak lodly: "is somebody here? where am I?" I try again stand up and open slowly my eyes.

| You raise your voice to ask these questions. Everyone else answers: "I am here." and Toaster adds: "I don't know." Unsatisfied by these answers you slowly stand up and look around.

I go and inspect the wooden crate, trying to determine if I can open it or if there is anything inside. Should this br fruitless, I inspect the keypad on the metal pole.

| Before you can take a look you are shoved aside by Nimitz. | You fall on your behind | but remain uninjured. However, you still get a nice look on the backside of the keypad. It is made of stainless steel. Oddly, there is a depression in its backside in shape of a perfect regular decagon.

I try to read the minds surrounding me.

| You get a glimpse of the thoughts of those around you, all at once. You cannot understand a thing let alone determine who thinks what. You can see properly again. (or you could if you open your eyes)

I also head over to the crate and try to use the control device. Also, I look at Paranatural and speak. "Who the hell are you?"

| You jump over to the crate, instead of speaking to him, you shove Paranatural out of the way. But you trip and ram the crate with your head. | You feel sharp pain on the top of your head. (-1 to concentration) | The crate topples over.

I open the crate and equip the mad loot found therein.

| After Nimitz' little stunt you walk over to the toppled crate, that opened itself in the process. It contains pants of various design. | You take a nice pair of blue jeans and put them on.

I flip over into a sit-up position and do sit up and if I see the others ask "Where the hell are we?"

| You turn over to watch the slapstick going on. You can't say anything because you are laughing.

I fill the hideous monster quota.

| You concentrate on gaining regenerative abilities by altering your own DNA. Realizing, how dangerous this could become, you stop.

I join frelock with the looting of the crate.

| Enthusiastic about the prospect of new pants you dig into the contents of the crate, throwing throusers and skirts left and right until you find a pair that fits. | You choose white cargo-shorts with 4 pockets.

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Status after Turn:

Location: Mysterious plain, standing upright
Health: uninjured
Possessions: Generic underwear

Location: Mysterious plain, standing upright
Health: uninjured
Possessions: Generic underwear

Location: Mysterious plain, sitting on the ground.
Health: uninjured
Possessions: Generic underwear

Location: Mysterious plain, lying on the ground, eyes closed
Health: uninjured
Possessions: Generic underwear

Location: Mysterious plain, standing upright
Health: uninjured
Possessions: Generic underwear, white cargo-shorts

Location: Mysterious plain, lying on the ground, headache
Health: uninjured
Possessions: Generic underwear

Location: Mysterious plain, standing upright
Health: uninjured
Possessions: Generic underwear, blue jeans

Location: Mysterious plain, sitting on the ground
Health: uninjured
Possessions: Generic underwear

Location: Mysterious plain, Lying on the ground
Health: uninjured
Possessions: Generic underwear

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Environment:
A barren, sandy plain. The only features here are a wooden crate and a stainless steel keypad on top of a metal rod. The control pad houses nine buttons and is engraved with a regular decahedron on the backside. The crate lies open on its side, the pants and skirts it contained are scattered around it.

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Background: [3]
You all sense, that there is something unusual about this place, but you can't put your finger on it.

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Please check for errors.

Since I have some free time at hand, you can queue secondary actions as well, so the game can go at 2 turns/day for a while. Please also vote for the number of the button to be pressed.

Be aware, that you all share the same information via a telepathic link. (actually this thread fulfills this purpose)

Also: speaking, walking and simple dressing maneuvers are free actions and can be combined with other actions.
Note: This does not prevent failing.

[nuker w]

Get shirt, pants, socks, cap, boots, gloves, ear warmers and nose warmers before looking around for a sharp looking rock

[Ochita]

Meditate on my surroundings

[Agamemnon]

I still find errors. 

Not easy to find a system in Excel that works. Especially one, that does not screw up, if I try to change the order of actions inside a turn.

But it should be fine now.

[Toaster]

I put on a pair of pinstripe suit pants.  I then try to remember if I knew any magic before coming here.

If that's too much for one action, then it can be my secondary action.

Also, I vote button 3, but not this turn.

[Frelock]

Tailor some sets of pants into a nice suit with top-hat.

[Paranatural]

Paranatural want pants, too!