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10-15-2018, 03:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-15-2018, 03:30 PM by warcrimes. Edited 1 time in total.)
TURN FOUR
Granadillo Graves [1]
You insert a few credits and select your cigarettes. The machine buzzes back- Please Make Another Selection and emits a small puff of smoke, turning dark. That's gonna take some repairs.
Ella Oats [3]
You mosey down to the bar.
Floor: Clean
Sanitation: Adequate
Rowdiness: Nominal
Barman: Displeased
Cig Machine: Smoking
You might need to write this up.
Sam Eagle [5+1], [2], [6]
okay this one goes here- that's the -BANG!! Nasty shock!
cut that wire aaaand-
You've got a hacked fabricator, and a nice flash to boot!
Superlagg [5]
You hurriedly grab your coat and keys and dive headfirst into your mid-90's sedan.
Screeching tires and smoke abound, you begin your headlong drive to the library with only one thing in mind:
I'm going to win this internet fight
ETA at current pace: 4 minutes.
Wiggles Wigglesby [2]
Looking around the bar, things don't look helpful. The Barman can't even operate a cigarette machine, much less help you find a pen and paper. You head toward the earlier shouting and happen upon quite a sight.
Kickflip Brozinski, the Janitor, is standing over Charlie Collins, the Detective, who is currently writing in a pool of vomit that smells oddly chemical.
The Janitor eyes you with malice.
This is less than good.
Alert: Adrian Clarke has signed up as Security Officer. [4]
You arrive in a pile of shrapnel and oil, carefully stepping around the puddles.
You make your way to the security wing without incident and begin preparing for what is sure to be an eventful shift.
In your bag, you find a baseball bat you don't remember putting there. Not bad.
Selladore Kaine [2]
You toss the seeds into the PlantMaster, but something seems off.
Looks like only the Peanuts and Potato seeds are viable right now, these other ones you'd never heard of before today seem damaged. Might as well try anyway.
Ammonia and Saltpeter are on hand.
Ada O'hara [6]
Your sub zoop doops to the sea diner.
Within moments, the room is filled with the aroma of "Oranges, but in 3D" or something.
(You now have a pitcher full of Triple Citrus)
You feel like you could take on the world, or at least it's beverage needs. Cocktail proficiency increased.
Jack Jackson [2], [6]
You scoot down to botany to try and acquire some sunglasses. Unfortunately, Selladore Kaine seems too busy to notice you at the door. He's mumbling about his nuts.
Onward to the barbershop, you manage to get there just before another greyshirt busts in looking for the razor. Smart-lookin as you are, you're not lettin this one go.
Razor Acquired.
Granadillo Graves [1]
You insert a few credits and select your cigarettes. The machine buzzes back- Please Make Another Selection and emits a small puff of smoke, turning dark. That's gonna take some repairs.
Ella Oats [3]
You mosey down to the bar.
Floor: Clean
Sanitation: Adequate
Rowdiness: Nominal
Barman: Displeased
Cig Machine: Smoking
You might need to write this up.
Sam Eagle [5+1], [2], [6]
okay this one goes here- that's the -BANG!! Nasty shock!
cut that wire aaaand-
You've got a hacked fabricator, and a nice flash to boot!
Superlagg [5]
You hurriedly grab your coat and keys and dive headfirst into your mid-90's sedan.
Screeching tires and smoke abound, you begin your headlong drive to the library with only one thing in mind:
I'm going to win this internet fight
ETA at current pace: 4 minutes.
Wiggles Wigglesby [2]
Looking around the bar, things don't look helpful. The Barman can't even operate a cigarette machine, much less help you find a pen and paper. You head toward the earlier shouting and happen upon quite a sight.
Kickflip Brozinski, the Janitor, is standing over Charlie Collins, the Detective, who is currently writing in a pool of vomit that smells oddly chemical.
The Janitor eyes you with malice.
This is less than good.
Alert: Adrian Clarke has signed up as Security Officer. [4]
You arrive in a pile of shrapnel and oil, carefully stepping around the puddles.
You make your way to the security wing without incident and begin preparing for what is sure to be an eventful shift.
In your bag, you find a baseball bat you don't remember putting there. Not bad.
Selladore Kaine [2]
You toss the seeds into the PlantMaster, but something seems off.
Looks like only the Peanuts and Potato seeds are viable right now, these other ones you'd never heard of before today seem damaged. Might as well try anyway.
Ammonia and Saltpeter are on hand.
Ada O'hara [6]
Your sub zoop doops to the sea diner.
Within moments, the room is filled with the aroma of "Oranges, but in 3D" or something.
(You now have a pitcher full of Triple Citrus)
You feel like you could take on the world, or at least it's beverage needs. Cocktail proficiency increased.
Jack Jackson [2], [6]
You scoot down to botany to try and acquire some sunglasses. Unfortunately, Selladore Kaine seems too busy to notice you at the door. He's mumbling about his nuts.
Onward to the barbershop, you manage to get there just before another greyshirt busts in looking for the razor. Smart-lookin as you are, you're not lettin this one go.
Razor Acquired.