GET DAT FUKKEN DISK

[a pleasant hug]

Spoiler!

Feel free to be a bit more vague.  It's hard to think of various successes or failures outside of combat when it's this thorough.

Noted.

--Create some stun gloves
--Grab some sheets of metal, glass
--Ask AI if there's damage to the station, however minor

[Studenterhue]

Superb. Now I can chemistry with alcohol too. Class conflict or not, communism is definitely making my day. It's looking to be a fried fried monkey on elvisbread pizza pie cake kind of day.

There's got to be donk pockets in the kitchen, in that fridge there. I should get over and nab a few of them before some random greyshirt claims them.

[Lady Birb]

I continue to flip through the cameras.

[Superlagg]

I push the dislodged girder aside and trot my ass into the kitchen. Failing to notice anyone in need of assistance, I give an annoyed whinny and look for the chef's box of Donks.

[New525]

A Rage inside of boils up to the point multiple veins in my forehead burst leaving my eyes filling with the blood of rage. Im about to scream in rage and charge the clown unarmed but i remember youkat nagging at me about the necessities of stealth. still quivering in rage i approach the clown from behind attempting to remain calm and undetected.

[Winklabom]

I carefully place the station bounced radio in my backpack, re-enter maintenance to find some more and head towards the tool storage by the chapel in order to find some cables.

[Roomba]

Ears ringing, I stumble to medbay and yell for some oculine.

[YoukCat]

At the spot, I exit the Nuke Pod and grab the nuke. I keep it's password 1337 and locked, and head inside looking for a pencil, crayon, or marker for a... Special Project.

[Technature]

HotCoffeeMug (3): The chaplain escorts you out of the chapel before you can take anything.
Fuck it let's go visit botany not like you got anything better to do i guess

Vitatroll (6): You climb up the tree to feel sadness.
*cry
*cry
*cry
Okay all done.  You listen to the radio and hear that apparently, someone attempted to break into the armory.
From space.
Coooool.
Maybe you can beat them up, you think to yourself as you leave Botany.

Berrik (6): *gasp*
Rainbow.
This is gonna be some good shit.
You also notice that you currently have your precious zipgun, passed on from generations from your father.
How it survived this long, you'll never know.

Nesmettaur (n/a): Repair on the Podbay is complete.  You decide to let someone who has eas(ier) access to air tanks fix the problem after this point.

Flourish (n/a): You go to Botany to search for bananas.  All you find is Rainbow Weed and Chili peppers.
And three other people, two of which don't belong here.
The one that did just left.
uuuuuuhhhhhhhh

Frank_Stein (2): "I just saw the hole, they must have just left.  That blip has to be them, investigate it immediately."
You head off to investigate the last location on your radar.  Sadly, there seems to be no sign of the perp.

PizzaTiger (5) vs. Lord Birb (3): You attempt to learn from your elder AI and switch various data at the same time.  Birb seems to be too busy flipping channels to notice he's now a communist.
Never thought I'd see that in a sentence.
This raises the spirit of communism heavily.

LuigiThirty (1): You head to Botany only to discover that literally all of the available planting machines are either already filled with Marijuana or Chili peppers.
You ponder on if this is a bad thing or not.

Noah Buttes (6) vs. New525 (4+): You pray to the great Honkmother to be completely inconsequential to the plot.  You are whisked away to a random, unseen part of the station.
HONK
You completely failed to notice the shady person standing behind you before you teleported.

fosstar (6) + Bologna Prime (5): You stumble upon Bologna, who seems visibly upset.  Apparently, the captain died in front of him while he was dancing and wants to clone him to make up for it.  The two of you work together to bring the captain to medbay and get him cloned.
You decide not to ask why dancing killed the captain.  The cloner is expected to take two minutes.
On the way, fosstar keeps talking about the wonders of communism.  This raises the spirit of communism.  Somehow.

Hydrofloric (4): You consider asking medbay for medicine before deciding that stealing it from medbay is much more fun.  You rig telescience to swipe a general medical kit from medbay.  You use another burn patch to cure the rest of the damage.
You still feel sick.  You think that might have been poison you drank.

a pleasant hug (6): You create and wear a pair of homemade stun gloves.  Asking the AI reveals that the podbay and armory has been blown up.  Apparently, podbay is already fixed, but still requires air.

Studenterhue + Superlagg (2): You immediately head to the kitchen to grab some donk pockets from the refrigerator.
It hasn't been opened yet.
Fuck.

Lord Birb (6): You flip through the cameras and notice a clown suddenly vanish into thin air.
Wait, there's someone else there wearing a very dangerous looking space suit...

Winklabom (6): You head into maintenance and successfully an entire box filled with cable wire.

Roomba (3): You stumble about the station until you reach medbay.  Still taken aback by the sudden shock of you telling yourself at maximum volume to get the fuck out, you collapse inside the waiting room before getting up and sitting in a nearby chair.
You can hear again.  Kinda.

Youkcat (3): You eject the nuke and load it onto the station.  Your attempts to find a writing utensil end in vain.

Current situations:
Security Level:Yellow (1 star wanted are ignored until further notice)
Disk Location: NesMettaur
Nuke Location: Syndicate pod.
Time til Nuke Explodes: N/A
Fluke Ops Incoming: Not only is Awfulworldkid really bad at this, he was purposefully given terrible plans too.
Nuke Ops plan of Counterattack: Combat is + in New525 and Youkcat's favor.
Competent Medical Staff: Medical actions + for the station.
Misuse of funds:Shipping has no budget.
1 star Wanted:Hotcoffeemug (missing), Noah Buttes
3 star Wanted:Superlagg
Teleport:Mechanics+Medbay
Station Damage:Armory
Depressurized:Podbay
Engineering, Mechanics, the Bar, and the Kitchen are open to anyone!
Communism (35%) vs. (65%) Capitalism

[Lady Birb]

I stop flipping cameras and track the person in the dangerous looking spacesuit. If that is what I think it is, it could be very bad.

[LuigiThirty]

I *wave at my fellow botanist as he leaves. I get some of the rainbow weed seeds and chili pepper seeds and start splicing them together, trying to make the spiciest dank in the known universe.

[Roomba]

Having recovered, I decide that everyone should be exposed to the same thing as it builds character, and set about attempting to rig up the yelling system to the station intercom.

[Bologna Prime]

Inspired by having finally accomplished something, I return to my original challenge...

  I am determined to get that novelty clothing. I was a fool to forsake the cause once, but I've returned. I know that I've wasted too much time already, and have paid greatly for my mistakes. I channel the memory of that Great Green Champion, Nathan Dunkleman. He DIED trying to save my soul, and for this I am forever in debt to the graveyard smash he invoked. As he is reborn in the cloning tube, all I can hope for is to save HIS crew and HIS station with funny costumes. If I can do it, if I can successfully transfer the FUNDS, if I can successfully order the CRATES... there's a chance. In this time of ideological upheaval it is the crates that can unite us and create a golden future. In that future, we would all be united as people who wear cool clothing, in that future, there will be no expiration dates on the hotdog coupons, and in that future, a captain will be able to do the monster mash in PEACE.  For the entire shift I've been beaten down and deprived, but now I am DRIVEN to GRASP VICTORY. Without the faintest doubt in my mind, I will march to budget console, and I will EMPOWER the shipping budget as Nathan's dancing has EMPOWERED me. Through fire and flame and into the jaws of hell itself, I will TOIL in the cargo department until these UTOPIAN GARMENTS are made REALITY. Using all my training as Head of Personnel I will know what it's like to wear these threads, or I will know death.

[HotCoffeeMug]

on a second though lets no go to botany 'tis a silly place, maybe i will just walk around the station observing the general stuff people are doing and trying to be un-noticed by anyone.

[Berrik]

Okay, I load up a produce sack or two with rainbow weed and ghostlier chilis, , haul it all to the bar, and dump it out, then announce it to the crew. I then take my starting cash out of my pocket and roll a joint, lighting it with the welder from my tool belt.

Oh, and I force feed the monkey that is always in the bar a ghostlier chili or two.