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[HighEndNoob]

Meta:
With the might of Gorden Freeman, the idol of Janitors, Rush at the Robots with my mop in hand and riding my trusty steed!

Fantasy:
walk calmly to the weapons shop.

[Gatleos]

Okay, four actions are posted. I suppose I'll go with allowing both characters to be controlled individually, though that sort of defeats the original purpose. If I go this route, I should probably just retcon the existence of the com screens.

[wolfchild]

perhaps it should be difficult to post whithout the screens, and the fantasy characters get an arbitrary penalty when thee meta character has lost access?

[Gatleos]

Com screen? What com screen? I'm going with the cybernetic implant idea. Kind of denies us some strategy, but makes this a lot more fun.

Sooooo... waitin' on that last action...

[bowdown2q]

Ho boy...

Meta: Um... SUCKER PUNCH  a robot! ...and then run the hell away.

Fantasy: Offer my hammer to anybody in the party who seems like they could use it. Attempt to locate criminal syndicate with Frelok, using badass scar and manical laughter as proof i'm not a cop.

[Gatleos]

More gore! Weeeeee!

Oh, and our first case of EXTREME AWESOMENESS.

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Turn 4
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META TURN:

Klaxons are blaring! You should probably get it together fast.

Goals
Get the hell out of wherever we are!

Current Soundtrack
Some Song or Other...

Actions

RW: Patch up my leg to the extent a past night of wikiwalking about medical procedures allows me.

(...) You have absolutely no idea what you're doing. You spent last night researching fighting moves, like missile drop kicks.

Meta:
Use the... roll-y, mop bucket thing... to create a sidecar for the Floor Buffer. Mount up and prepare for mad dash to freedom.

(...) Lashing the floor buffer and... uh, mop bucket thingy together, you create a might(ier) floor-buffing monster! Listen to that baby purr. This thing has far more horsepower than a floor buffer should.

Meta:Rip off a Robot's arm and attach it in place of my own.

(...) OH GOD, THERE'S BLOOD EVERYWHERE! Leaping to your feet, you run at the 2 robots while swinging your arms arm wildly. Grabbing the closest robot's arm with your remaining hand, you try to wrench it free! Unfortunately, all you're able to do is point its arm at the ceiling as it wildly sprays plasma upward.

Meta:
With the might of Gorden Freeman, the idol of Janitors, Rush at the Robots with my mop in hand and riding my trusty steed!

(...) Channeling the power of janitors everywhere, you burst from the closet! Your janitorial instincts cause you to be distracted by the mess of blood for a moment, but the element of surprise gives you enough time to regain composure. Performing a sweet drifting maneuver, you deliver a mighty whack to the second robot's head. IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE! The robot's head goes flying and its body slumps to the ground as you wonder why all of its critical systems were clustered together in the head. That makes absolutely no sen-WALL! Your mighty steed crashes into the side of the corridor as Frederick desperately wrestles with the other robot.

Meta: Um... SUCKER PUNCH  a robot! ...and then run the hell away.

(...) Rising up from your sitting position, you wildly lash out at the struggling robot! ...that wasn't a good idea. Before your hand even gets close to the robot's head, it extends its free arm and crushes your hand in its mechanical fist! It then throws you to the ground.

Status
Player: dermonster
Name: Derek L.
Occupation: Video game Developer/designer.
Currently: Laying low in the Med Bay.
Inventory: Explosive Collar | Jumpsuit
Wounds: Fractured Left Leg
Abilities: Code Expert | Neckbeard | NERD RAEG
Player: Frelock
Name: Frederick Stephonavich
Occupation: Actuary (Knowing probabilities of things)
Currently: Fighting to stay conscious.
Inventory: Explosive Collar | Jumpsuit
Wounds: Missing Arm | Very Heavy Bleeding
Abilities: Uncanny Prediction | Actuary's Lament | Tweak the Odds
Player: monk12
Name: Monk
Occupation: Troper
Description: Characteristically wears nice hats. Top hats, pirate hats, fedoras, you name it. Hopefully still has one in his possession.
Currently: Pocketing grenades.
Inventory: Moist Top Hat | Explosive Collar | Jumpsuit | Frag Grenade x5
Wounds: None
Abilities: Applied Phlebotinum | TV Tropes Will Ruin Your Life | MacGyvering
Player: HighEndNoob
Name: Kyle Hammers
Occupation: Janitor
Currently: Hiding in the janitor's closet.
Inventory: Explosive Collar | Jumpsuit | Mop | Floor Buffer | Rubber Gloves
Wounds: None
Abilities: That's The Power of Pinesol, Bitch! | Clean Freak | Custodial Might
Player: bowdown2q
Name: Paulie
Occupation: "Protection"
Description: My friend, it would be best... if you didn't know, capiche?
Currently: Dying.
Inventory: Explosive Collar | Jumpsuit
Wounds: Heavy Bleeding x2 | Broken Hand
Abilities: Blackhand | Dumb Muscle | Go For Broke

Locations
Interrogation Room 7E-365: You were all shackled to chairs in here when you woke up. The door has been dropkicked off its hinges. There's circuitry on the walls, a row of monitors, and a row of 5 chairs.
Medical Bay: It's got a ton of medical supplies, and a surgical table. That's all you can see now.
Janitor's Closet: Full of precious cleaning supplies!

Spoiler: INITIATING RTD ROUTINE (click to show/hide)

FANTASY TURN:

You've caused quite an uproar. You should probably get out of here!

Goals
"KIDNAP THE MAYOR OF THIS TOWN AND ESCAPE"

Current Soundtrack
Castlejam

Actions

FW: Examine the shop, and search for a staff or dagger, preferably either magical, or being made of a magic amplifying metal.

(...) You find a massive bin marked "Staves 4 Cheap". There's a sweet staff inside, on discount! Score! It's stuck in there tight, so you wrench it out with all your might, and topple over the whole bin. The manager doesn't look too pleased. You're not sure you'll be getting that discount anymore...

Fantasy:
Now that I'm properly drunk, attempt to stop Heavy Bleeding.

(...) Whipping up a bandage from your other sleeve, you carefully stop the bleeding from your stump. Maybe now you can get one of those nifty pirate hooks! You always wanted one of those. Now that you've ripped off both sleeves, you're wearing a cross between a trench-coat and a sleeveless leather jacket. Cool. Sort of.

Fantasy: Go into the weapon shop and buy a nice weapon, while subtly asking around about the thieves' guild.

(...) You make your way into the weapon shop, but are unable to find a suitable weapon. Nor can you find anyone to ask about the guild. Except the manager, but he looks pissed off for some reason.

Fantasy:
walk calmly to the weapons shop.

(...) You walk in the coolest way possible to the weapons shop. Once inside, you find a nice 20-pack of throwing daggers! It's been marked-down too.

Fantasy: Offer my hammer to anybody in the party who seems like they could use it. Attempt to locate criminal syndicate with Frelok, using badass scar and manical laughter as proof i'm not a cop.

(...) Hmmm... Frelock's been hauling around that sack of gold, maybe he can wield this! You give it to him, telling him to do with it what he wishes. Next, you walk over to the manager and strike up a conversation about guilds and/or thieves.
"So, I heard there's a thieves' guild around here..."
The manager's eyes widen.
"Where did you hear about that?"
"I have sources..." you lean close to show off your scar.
"So, you want in? What's the password?"
"Uh... it's... um..."
You decide to persuade him with your maniacal laughter.
"MUHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"
"Huh. That's the password all right. Come on in!"

Status
Player: dermonster
Name: Derm Hell-binder
Occupation: Elemental Mage/Summoner.
Currently: Standing in the weapon shop.
Inventory: Robes | Spiffy Hat | Left Upper Canine Tooth | Wooden Staff (...)
Wounds: Missing Tooth | Light Bleeding
Abilities: Gift of the Magi (...) | Squishy Wizard | Summoner (...) | Water Blast
Player: Frelock
Name: Frelock Von-Heisenberg
Occupation: Luck-o-mancer (Manipulating probabilities of things)
Currently: Lugging around a huge sack of gold and a hammer.
Inventory: Gold Coin | Peasant Robes | Gold x40 | Golden Pocket Watch | Sack o' Gold | Hammer of !!SCIENCE!! | Map of Westport
Wounds: None
Abilities: Smooth Criminal | Accident Waiting to Happen | Befuddlement
Player: monk12
Name: Edgar
Occupation: Sky Pirate
Currently: Air-guitaring.
Inventory: Sleeveless Long Coat | Grappling Hook
Wounds: Right Hand Missing | Heavy Bleeding
Abilities: Booze Power (...) | Terraphobia
Player: HighEndNoob
Name: HighEndNoob
Occupation: Ninja Sniper
Currently: Admiring throwing weapons.
Inventory: Throwing Star x1 | Mask | Pebble
Wounds: None
Abilities: Immaculate Aim | Clumsy Fighter | 'Splode On Impact
Player: bowdown2q
Name: Artymir
Occupation: !!SCIENCE!!
Description: Being a scientist means never having to say you know what you're doing. Being a RUSSIAN scientist means never having a budget unless it can go HORRIBLY WRONG.
Inventory: Lab Coat | Monocle
Currently: Dragging a mallet around.
Wounds: Face Scar
Abilities: Menace | Before I Kill You, Mr. Bond | Mad Scientist

Locations
Map!
Tavern: Generic-looking. There’s a crusty old barkeeper, a mean-looking dwarf with a scar readying his battleaxe, some drunken elves, a spiffy-looking human sitting in the corner, and an enraged human warrior being restrained by guards.
Thieves' Guild: Apparently it's hidden under the weapon shop.

[Dermonster]

RW: Attempt poorly made splint of leg

FW: Hurriedly clean up the bin and follow Art.

[HighEndNoob]

Meta:
Clean up that blood.

Fantasy:
Ask someone with money to buy me those darts. Someone nice hopefully.

[Frelock]

Meta:Throw the robot to the ground and run into the Medical Bay.

Fantasy:Sell Hammer, then follow bowdown's lead

[monk12]

Meta: Retrieve arm of fallen robot, use it and copious amounts of explosives to defeat horde of robots.

Fantasy: You know what's better than a hook hand? A GRAPPLING Hook hand!

[Gatleos]

Fantasy: You know what's better than a hook hand? A GRAPPLING Hook hand!

I was hoping you'd say that.

[Sean Mirrsen]

Wow, interesting game going on.

I can recommend two things though - first, Dropbox for hosting images (especially like maps), and second, plasma is, almost by definition, a high-temperature ionized gas, so perhaps the next batch of security robots should pack more conventional firearms if they want to avoid completely cauterizing whatever wounds they inflict with them.

[Gatleos]

Wow, interesting game going on.

I can recommend two things though - first, Dropbox for hosting images (especially like maps), and second, plasma is, almost by definition, a high-temperature ionized gas, so perhaps the next batch of security robots should pack more conventional firearms if they want to avoid completely cauterizing whatever wounds they inflict with them.

Eh, plasma, lasers, wave-motion guns... it's all the same in pseudo-science fiction. I was actually thinking about that cauterization thing when I first mentioned plasma. You're right though, I'll probably change it.

I only use Image Shack out of habit at this point, but I might try out Dropbox.

Anyway, thanks for the compliment! This is the very first one of these I've done, and there's a lot to figure out the first time.

[Gatleos]

*cough*

[bowdown2q]

*cough*

Sry; out with GF for 2 days. New Years and all.

Meta: GTFO to med bay

Fantasy: become mildly depressed at the sale of my hammer, then ask around the shady underbelly about people near the mayor. become curious about servants.