guys, there's still one more room no one's looked at, the door on the right down the right passage way
also, did anyone ever open one of the those doors lining that one hallway? the ones with the consoles outside saying something about experiments on the occupants inside?
Locot joins everyone in the main room, watching the security door closely.
I seem to recall there are seven of those guns. Devide them up as you like.
The room behind the security appears to be a large, well-equipped office. A single, enormous structure fills the center of the room - more a control center than a simple desk. It is covered in buttons, switches, keys, and various other bits of technical fuckery. It even looks as if the owner has gone to some lengths to increase the number of controls on the surface, as separate keyboards and touch-screens have been hastily wired into the "desk" through open access panels scattered across the thing.
Vidscreens fill the room, each displaying hissing red static that lights the room like some sort of infernal discothèque, each hanging from some haphazardly constructed motorized arm, allowing it to pivot and readjust as needed. Auxiliary processor cores and datatowers have been crammed hear and there into various corners limiting the already somewhat scarce walking space in the room, and thick bundles of wire trace here and there across the floor, offering as many tripping opportunities as physically possible. The room alternates between being sweltering and freezing, depending on how close you are to the burning-hot processors and the sub-zero cooling units attempting to keep them from catching fire.
Blood covers a good deal of the vidscreens, twisting and spiraling in strange, quasi-mathematical symbols, as if someone had spent their last moments inscribing some mad-man's theorem on the crackling red surfaces.
The whole place smells of old meat, copper, and ozone.
Rory and Mal find some old chips and a box of near-ancient soda, sit down on the couch and chillax.
BLOOD IS AN EFFECTIVE SUBSTITUTE FOR INK. IT CONVEYS A SPECIAL MEANING OF ITS OWN. Terro navigates through the wires, until he reaches the monitors. THESE SYMBOLS DO NOT LOOK FAMILIAR.
Edit: Goddamn connection
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"It also carries an ID... "
Turning on his radio, Cypher says, "Hey, could we get the doctor in here, we got some blood we need scanning"
Karkarov goes to the office, having snagged himself one of the guns. "My name is Karkarov, but you may call me 'Doc'", he says to Cypher, "All you simpletons do zat." He sees the blood on the vidscreens and scans them with his medical scanner. He notices that the blood seems to have been used to make odd symbols and attempts to find out what they mean.
Goddammit, I took what was meant to be a nap at around five A.M. and woke up at midnight. My whole day, gone, and I still had shit to do. Goddammit.
Karkarov turns to Cypher,"Ze blood appears to be human, hoahever I do not have somezing to match it against so I don't knoah for sure. Care to volunteer some, DJ?
Goddammit, I took what was meant to be a nap at around five A.M. and woke up at midnight. My whole day, gone, and I still had shit to do. Goddammit.
You slept 19 hours? :P
Mal pockets some super old soda. "If only i had some ancient Pop Rocks or Asstrotoids(TM) to go with this" he mutters to himself before rejoining the group in the control room.
No, goddammit, I meant P.M. I'm Dutch, Time is a bit different here and I keep mixing up A.m. and P.m.
"Very Vell, you agreed to it...." He reaches into his doctor's bag and pulls out an odd device, it looks somewhat like a gun. "Zis is a needler pistol, you shall find it vhy it's called zat in a bit."
Karkarov aims at the Dj's chest and fires what looks a bit like a syringe. "Zis vill sting a bit."
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also, did anyone ever open one of the those doors lining that one hallway? the ones with the consoles outside saying something about experiments on the occupants inside?
Locot joins everyone in the main room, watching the security door closely.
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also, protip, when smoking out of a small trumpet mouthpiece, it is very easy to burn your throat
Found that one out this weekend
EDIT: I just realized that I never argued about the ship name
My vote is for Act of God
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The room behind the security appears to be a large, well-equipped office. A single, enormous structure fills the center of the room - more a control center than a simple desk. It is covered in buttons, switches, keys, and various other bits of technical fuckery. It even looks as if the owner has gone to some lengths to increase the number of controls on the surface, as separate keyboards and touch-screens have been hastily wired into the "desk" through open access panels scattered across the thing.
Vidscreens fill the room, each displaying hissing red static that lights the room like some sort of infernal discothèque, each hanging from some haphazardly constructed motorized arm, allowing it to pivot and readjust as needed. Auxiliary processor cores and datatowers have been crammed hear and there into various corners limiting the already somewhat scarce walking space in the room, and thick bundles of wire trace here and there across the floor, offering as many tripping opportunities as physically possible. The room alternates between being sweltering and freezing, depending on how close you are to the burning-hot processors and the sub-zero cooling units attempting to keep them from catching fire.
Blood covers a good deal of the vidscreens, twisting and spiraling in strange, quasi-mathematical symbols, as if someone had spent their last moments inscribing some mad-man's theorem on the crackling red surfaces.
The whole place smells of old meat, copper, and ozone.
Edit: Goddamn connection
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Turning on his radio, Cypher says, "Hey, could we get the doctor in here, we got some blood we need scanning"
whatever's good.
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[11] The blood does appear to be human. It would be hard to place it without something to match it against, though.
Karkarov turns to Cypher,"Ze blood appears to be human, hoahever I do not have somezing to match it against so I don't knoah for sure. Care to volunteer some, DJ?
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I hate that song.
How about something good?
Holding out one of his robotic arms, he says, "Be sure not to nick the vein, Doc"
You slept 19 hours? :P
Mal pockets some super old soda. "If only i had some ancient Pop Rocks or Asstrotoids(TM) to go with this" he mutters to himself before rejoining the group in the control room.
"Very Vell, you agreed to it...." He reaches into his doctor's bag and pulls out an odd device, it looks somewhat like a gun. "Zis is a needler pistol, you shall find it vhy it's called zat in a bit."
Karkarov aims at the Dj's chest and fires what looks a bit like a syringe. "Zis vill sting a bit."
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Closing his eyes, he does what he always did as a kid when he had to get a shot
He drowned out his crying with music
And suddenly, my age occurs to me.
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I just like the new album
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Did she constantly insist that she could have it so much better with Franz Ferdinand?
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You are not allowed to like The Offspring anymore.
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All I Want is more fun to skate to than Hammerhead
EDIT: Hammerhead has a cool music video, though...
hmmmm
I guess rolling Genetic Memory here? It's probably a stretch.
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