The Halcyon Days, a Dice RP (IC; Closed)

[Olthar]

OOC Thread

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You are running through a field of sweet-smelling flowers, chasing after the most beautiful creature you have ever land your eyes upon. You giggle as you prance about until you finally catch up. You reach your hand out to touch the smoothness of case, giddy with anticipation to finally play Half-Life 3 when you suddenly wake up.

You are not in a field of flowers, nor do you have your precious game. Instead, you are laying on a cold, hard, stone floor, and you're pretty sure you're naked. You look at yourself and see that you are definitely naked. That's when you hear the rustling of other people. Looking around, you see nine other people equally as naked as you. However, none of then are as attractive as you so obviously are, so you don't pay too much attention to them.

Instead, you begin looking around the room. It is a 20 foot by 20 foot by 20 foot cube made of white, marble stone. It is perfectly smooth and appears to be carved out of a single, huge piece. Directly in front of you, exactly halfway along the wall, is a set of large double doors. They are closed and appear to shimmer with some sort of barrier. To your right is a rack covering nearly the full length of the wall with every type of weapon imaginable and several beyond imagination. To your left, you see a huge armoire of a fine mahogany. The doors are closed, but you assume it contains clothing and armor, probably because you have a stupid association between armoire and armor.

Behind you, is a 70 inch flat screen TV hangs on the wall. It flashes a series of three images. First, it shows a square with ten stick figures inside. Next, it shows a photograph of the door within this room. Third, it shows a Clipart image of a slice of pie. Finally, it shows the number 5 on a blank background. The screen holds on the number and does not show any other images.

What do you do?

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Lexa:
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty

Oosani Fireblood:
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty

Vengir Ai-Mo:
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty

Sir Winthrop Eddleton the Younger:
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty

Selwyn:
Worn: Nothing
Mouth: Empty

Ezekiel:
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty

Zeta:
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty

Man of Action/Moa
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty

Jade
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty

Dieter von Blitzkrieg / Moose Skullcruncher
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty

[G-Tech Corporation]

"For fuck's sake!" roared the Walker as he rose from the cold floor, a spurt of steam billowing out of nostrils and a few licks of flame escaping his mouth past metal teeth.

He was naked. Again. And another place. Again. This always happened. Some cockamamie cultists came upon the incantation, or a multiverse deity sought to end a world, and damnation if it didn't always happen during tea-time.

Standing erect the giant creature didn't bother covering itself. An astute observer with no sense of shame would note that there wasn't really anything to cover. Any naughty bits there may have once been had been replaced by what suspiciously resembled a boilerplate of vaguely iridescent metal, and though the being was roughly shaped like an enormous man, it certainly was not natural. Scars and rivers of rivets demarcated a patchwork of a body which seemed equal parts metallic components and stretches of flesh, some areas of which seemed to have a melanin content distinctly disanalogous with that of the creature's face.

Winthrop strode over to the armoire, the sound of pneumatic hissing and the whirring of gears evident in his stride. Voices whispered about the Scion as he opened the door and searched the confines for a silken waistcoat with hands the size of shovels.

Action: Search Armoire for Armoured Tuxedo

[Galnius]

Oosani Fireblood watched as a giant...Thing, rose to it's monstrous height. Not to be outdone, she rose sharply to her full...Under 5 foot height. However, that seemed to be much too fast and much to high for her, as she thenceforth feel on he r naked bottom.

"Oi, you there!" She said to no one in particular. "Find me something to wear!" In the meantime, she went to the weapons right. "Show me...A hammer!"

Action: Convince the weapons rack to find her a hammer, or find one herself if it won't listen.

[Escalan Corps-Star Island]

The feeling of smooth stone was nothing new to someone who loved lying on tiled floors in the summertime. But the smell that roused Selwyn. . . not quite antiseptic, but too clean, too devoid of unknown things, baked goods, or prey animals. He sniffed again, opening his eyes and looking around. Though he was off-put by the suddenness with which he'd arrived here, he couldn't help but smile slightly at the predicament of everyone else, left without a comfortable fur coat to rely on.

Ah, wait, he thought sadly. I'd better not; humans tend to misread my smile as aggressive intent. He yawned slowly, rising to his feet with as much dignity as he could muster. What with everyone being so much taller than he, he felt they might overlook him altogether, so he trotted to the weapons rack and sniffed the wood frame.

Let's put them at ease, Selwyn decided. Walking from left to right along the rack and peering intently at the various implements of death on it, he stopped in front of a halberd likely as heavy as he and barked twice, softly.

Action: Scan weapons rack for anything useful for one of his stature, then bark at halberd.

[Forever Neutral]

Moa figured he had astrally travelled again. That tended to happen every once in a while when he was several layers deep in his meditation. Standing up and noticing he was naked, the dark-skinned man didn't even wince, nor did he take into account the other strangers in the room with him. It was a nice looking room though. Very minimalist. Only smooth walls of marble, an armoire and--weapons?

He darted to the rack of weapons, and they had almost every weapon he could think of. Maces, flails, claymores, katanas -- they were all there, and even some new ones.

> ACTION: Search for the coolest weapon that would compliment a self improvement addicted psychic astral wuxia monk and attempt to wield it.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

"What the..." Were the first words that the demon hunter uttered as she woke up from a strange dream. Needless to say, she was very confused, though, as opposed to what one might think at first glance, it wasn't because she was stark naked, or because there were several other naked people around her. It wasn't even because she was in a strange room she didn't remember ever visiting, or because of the slice of pie. It was, quite simply, because she didn't remember being a fan of Half-Life, yet she recalled that in her dream she was quite happy to see the third game finally come out.

Naturally, in the great scope of things, that was insignificant. The reason she wasn't confused about her nakedness instead was because she hadn't noticed, but soon enough she did, letting out a gasp and turning red in the face out of sheer embarrassment. Looking around, she noticed that there were many other humans, a dog and some sort of machine creature around, all of them naked, and she wondered what kind of sexually frustrated daemon might have kidnapped her and brought her to this strange room to abuse her. Although, she didn't feel very abused, and in fact she didn't even feel discomfort for sleeping on the ground, so she couldn't have been there for very long.

"The others aren't looking at me either. They're missing out, but it's still relieving." She thought as she stood up, trying to cover herself up with her hands as well as she could. Upon studying the room some more, she noticed a rack with more weapons than she could name and an oversized wardrobe. She doubted a sexually frustrated daemon would keep those in the same place where they kept their prisoners, so that was good at least. Seeing the giant half-machine man looking through the wardrobe, she approached and decided to do the same, hoping to find something good to cover herself with, preferably something befitting her profession.

ACTION: Look for a badass demon hunter-y outfit.

[DAFT Universe]

"The hell?" said Zeta as he woke up.
Looking around at the strange assorment of people, he realised everyone was naked. He protectively curled his tail around his not-so private parts, trying his best to make them private again.

As a die-hard portal fan, he was annoyed with the dream.
Everyone knew that half-life 3 was'nt happening... Portal 3 is happening though.

He noticed that there seemed to be some futuristic stuff in here and got an idea.

ACTION: Look for a duel portal gun and long-fall boots.

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

"Oshit." simply said Vengir as he woke up, and he simply gasped, "Everyone is naked...". Yawning hard and exposing himself in the process, he took a look at the images on the TV. "Eh, kek..." he simply said to himself as he walked to the armories on the walls.

"Simply gorgeous..." he said to himself as he took off, looking for a set of crusader armor to call his own, and a shield, and a sword. "Maybe add a warhammer to that list?" he thought faintly in his mind.

Action: Look for crusader armor(found), shield, and sword, styled WH40k style. As well as mindlessly looking for a WH40k, surprise surprise, warhammer.

"Asshole peeps, sending us naked here..." Vengir said to no one in particular, and beyond the invisible glass wall that is the 4th wall, the writer gasped.

[Lanternton]

Dieter von Blitzkrieg / Moose Skullcruncher

Dieter von Blitzkrieg awoke, and instantly regretted that decision. It had been Moose's night before, and evidently, the biker had given little thought of how the hangover would affect the good doctor. Of course, the constant throbbing in his head was not what woke him. It was the sweet-not-quite-anti-septic scent threw him into awareness. Normally, the scent of antiseptic wasn't something that would wake him. But it was the fact that it wasn't antiseptic. It was something different. He opened his eyes and closed them immediately afterward save the blinding marble damaged his eyes any more than they already had. He took a moment, and soon the lithe yet muscular man stood and faced the music, as Moose would say. He took in the fantastic specimens of humanity and other sentients. He took it in for a half second, before the man and his raven-black hair with a streak of white moved towards the armoire, in search of his clothing. Scars of all varieties marred his body and soon he reached his destination. There, along with another specimen, he rummaged through the container in search of his precious labcoat. What had Moose done this time?

///< Action: Search for Labcoat and other clothing of his.

[Esternial]

Ezekiel's eyes opened. Moments ago he had been prancing around in an imaginary dreamscape, chasing some eldritch abomination with the intent to skin it and fashion a pair of fancy boots. Now, he awoke, naked and confused, as was often the case. Oh right. Ezekiel was a 'she'. The space wasn't really that big for a group of their size.

Though being naked suited Ezekiel just fine, she had yet to find Draconis, upon whose shoulder she would ride to really make the picture equally magnificent, troubling and slightly erotic. So, it would probably be best to find something to wear in the a-

"Ooh shiny"

The massive rack draw her attention. Then she saw the weapons.

Action: > SELECT * FROM Weapons WHERE description = "lightsaber";

[Olthar]

Sir Eddie: 3
You reach your hand into the armoire and feel around for a bit. Eventually, your hand grasps something, and you pull it out. You look at your prize and find that you have acquired a tuxedo t-shirt. It seems pretty cool. It's casual but also formal.
Gain Tuxedo T-Shirt!

Firebile: 2
You command the rack to give you a weapon. Unfortunately, the rack is an inanimate object and does not respond. In retrospect, that was a pretty obvious result.

Doggo: 4
After some looking around, you successfully find a halberd and begin barking furiously at it. The Weapon is an inanimate object, but you feel confident that it is quite intimidated by you.

Moan: 6
As a Man of Action, you are, naturally, much more skilled and attractive than these meager plebians. Thus, you deserve only the best of weapons. As you scan the rack for an implement of war that could compliment your greatness, one of the axes calls out to you. Literally. You hear a voice in your head drawing you to the flesh-covered greataxe dripping blood and shrouded in darkness. It tells you that it will grant you great power if you but pick it up. Deciding not to question the talking axe, you grab it up.
Gain Clearly Evil Axe! +1 Attack! -1 Morality! +Evil Influence!

Jet: 6
You walk up to the armoire looking for a badass suit of demon hunting armor. One outfit immediately catches your attention, and you grab it without a second thought. Sure, it may not be the most practical armor, but it definitely looked good, and you're sure it would look even better on you.
Gain Bayonetta Armor! +2 Defense! -3 Modesty!

Zeta: 3
Looking around the weapon rack, you attempt to find the object of your desire for quite a while. Eventually, your eyes finally settle upon the beautiful form of a smooth, white Portal gun. You snatch it up, and hold it closely. Sure, it's just a prop replica, but the details are so perfect! It's perfect for cosplay!
Gain Replica Portal Gun!

Vanguard: 4
You search the armoire for a while before finding a good, solid, suit of crusader armor. It's a bit old, but it's still good enough to turn away a Muslim scimitar.
Gain Crusader Armor! +1 Defense!

Bullwinkle J. Moose: 1
You must be more hungover than you thought because you find walking to be an incredibly impossible challenge. After struggling with a few steps, your foot misses the floor, sending you tumbling forward. You smack your face hard on the floor, smashing your jaw into oblivion.
Gain Broken Jaw! -2 Talking!

Zeke: 2
You head over to the weapon rack in hopes of finding a weapon. However, you get distracted by the work "rack" and begin giggling uncontrollably. After all, it is quite a large rack.

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The TV flashes to a 4.

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Lexa:
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty

Oosani Fireblood:
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty

Vengir Ai-Mo:
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Crusader Armor (+1 Defense)
Hand 2: Empty

Sir Winthrop Eddleton the Younger:
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Tuxedo T-Shirt
Hand 2: Empty

Selwyn:
Worn: Nothing
Mouth: Empty

Ezekiel:
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty

Zeta:
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Replica Portal Gun
Hand 2: Empty

Man of Action/Moa
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Clearly Evil Axe (+1 Attack, -1 Morality, +Evil Influence)
Hand 2: Empty

Jade
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Bayonetta Armor (+2 Defense, -3 Modesty)
Hand 2: Empty

Dieter von Blitzkrieg / Moose Skullcruncher
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty
Injury: Broken Jaw (-2 Talking)

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

Vengir

Finding crusader armor, he immediately puts it on. Noticing it's odd lightness, he shouts out the most surprising thing he could say... "DEUS VULT INFIDELS!" he screams, like a true crusader. "Awesome..." Vengir whispers to himself slowly and softly.

Actions: Wear crusader armor and [redacted]
Also: Still looking for sword and shield, add horse to that list.

[Galnius]

Oosani Fireblood
Quite annoyed that the weapon rack wasn't magical, nor that she could find a hammer as cool as the axe another found, she decided to change tactics. "Alrighty alrighty alrighty, there MUST be a giant freaking hammer SOMEWHERE."

Action: Find a rather large and boisterous hammer.

[DAFT Universe]

Frustrated, Zeta decided that he should better look for clothes now. There was no point in staying naked.
That's what his sensible side of his mind was saying. One part of his mind thought that it would be interesting to stay-
"No. I'm getting clothes." He said quietly.

ACTION: Look for some clothes that would fit a Anthropomorphic fox.

[Esternial]

After awhile, Ezekiel snapped out of her imaginary world once again. In the corner of her eyes she spotted the big screen, counting down to something. Whatever logical reasoning she had left deduced that she'd have to stop faffing about and get herself some kind of weapon, but she had forgotten what she was looking for and was starting to feel a little bit thirsty.

To solve both problems, Ezekiel thought about only one solution. A mug. Not just any mundane ceramic mug, but one fashioned from an indestructible ceramic-like material capable of generating any liquid through a process the could either be magical or through technology sufficiently advanced enough to seem like magic. Yes, this was the mug she needed. It could generate refreshing drinks and allow her to throw scalding hot coffee in her adversaries' faces. Or acid. Or death liquid. Ezekiel wasn't sure yet.

Action: > grep "M\.U\.G\." rack

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Jade looked through the hundreds of suits within the armoire, trying to find something to her liking. Unfortunately, she had to rummage through quite a few useless and sometimes even disgusting outfits, with a pair of soiled panties and a cosplay stained with a strange liquid being of particular note in the disgust department. However, soon her diligence was paid with success, as she managed to acquire an outfit that was quite fitting - for both her profession and her body. Sure, it was not the most modest attire she could have asked for, but it more than made up for it with badassery, and showing off her figure wasn't necessarily a bad thing in her mind. Besides, it was better than wearing nothing, that was for sure.

Once more, the huntress looked around the room, seeing most of the others busy rummaging through the weapons rack. A weapon would certainly be helpful, a comfort and an aid in facing whatever unknowns might lie beyond the strange room she was trapped in, assuming escape was possible. But that could always come later. For now, she couldn't wait to become non-naked once more, as even though the others didn't seem quite concerned with her it was still very uncomfortable to be bare in a room full of strangers.

ACTION: Put on Bayonetta Armor.

[G-Tech Corporation]

Winthrop shrugged mentally at retrieving a t-shirt from the armoire. These psuedomagical constructs were always temperamental. It was an article of clothing large enough to fit him, which was really saying something, so the Scion took what he could get; you never know, a good digestion of lead, and he would have this tuxedo stopping radiation in no time. Mopping his brow with it for the moment, the Hegemon strode over to the weapons rack, searching for... it. It always manages to travel with him, somehow, though he rather doubted it would be here. His walking cane had a mind of its own ever since that unfortunate smelting accident with the arcano-golem in Pagala, but it simply wouldn't do to let the Wolf's Head sit alone on some dingy shelf. Not at all, no. And the paradoxical flux it fired from its tip would certainly come in handy if these bastards got uppity.

Action: Search weapon rack for the Wolf's Head, his walking stick.

[Forever Neutral]

Not feeling much for IC-ing, so . . .

> ACTION: Search the weapons rack again. This time, find the most badass psionic astral monk weapon there is.

[Escalan Corps-Star Island]

Selwyn could almost see the halberd quivering in fright where it sat on the rack. Sure, it wasn't a waterbird, but he really wasn't going to be picky in a boring indoor room. Besides, since some of the other implements on the stand looked positively macabre, and he really didn't care to see what they were willing to do in a snit. Now for the tricky part: The retriever extended his neck (hardly a wise choice in front of a bunch of bloodthirsty axes) and tugged on the bottom of the shaft of the halberd, hoping to dislodge it in a way that left his head attached. He'd have to find a way to get the shaft down to a useable size, but if there was anything he was practised at, it was chewing sticks. . .

Action: Removed frightened halberd from rack. Carefully.

[The Northern Cresent]

Lexa woke up, eyelids heavy with sleep. Moments later, he found himself naked. Which bothered him a lot. So, after noticing the crazy amount of tools, weapons and armour dotted around, he thought it good to look for some clothes, because he didn't like the thought of running around with nothing to cover himself with.

[Olthar]

Venrir: 3
You start putting on your Crusader Armor when you realize that you don't actually know how to put on armor. You figure it out, but it doesn't quite fit right and sits uncomfortably.
Equip Crusader Armor! +1 Defense! -1 Comfort!

Firemucus: 6
You search the weapon rack and find a good, solid warhammer. It doesn't look very boisterous, however, and you feel disappointed. Just then, the hammer starts shouting loudly about how much it loves pancakes. You find this incredulous. How could a hammer eat pancakes?
Gain Boisterous Hammer! +1 Attack! -2 Stealth! +Intelligent Item!

Zerg Rush: 4
You search for some clothes and find a nice pair of slacks and a cotton shirt. They seem like they'll be quite comfortable.
Gain Plain Clothes! +1 Agility!

Eki Eki Eki Patang: 6
Your search for a magic bloody mug pays off! You find a mug made of some weird space metal that is stronger and lighter than steel. You decide to name it Super Metal #162, which you think might be an underestimation. It can even magically fill itself with any liquid imaginable as long as that liquid is blood.
Gain Bloody Mug! +1 Attack! +Weapon Speed! +Everfull Blood

Jacinth: 5
You slide the Bayonetta Armor on and it only feels better than your own skin. It's like this armor was made just for you, and you can't imagine ever wearing anything else.
Equip Bayonetta Armor! +2 Defense! +1 Agility! -3 Modesty!

Mechanoid Man: 6
Despite all odds, you find the one specific weapon in the entire multiverse that you want. Just kidding. That would have required a roll of 5. Instead, you get a staff with a real wolf head attached to one end. It is animated by fell magics, so it can bite things while you smack them. Just don't put your hand near it.
Gain Wolf Head Staff! +1 Attack! +Extra Attack! +Rabies!

Action Comics #1: 4 - 2 = 2
You see a really cool looking Sai hanging on the rack, but as you reach for it, you feel yourself being pulled away. You feel emotions of rage and jealousy emanating from your axe. It is preventing you from acquiring any weapon other than itself.

Puppers: 6
You reach out to grab the halberd. Unfortunately, since you're a dog, you're not very good at spelling and end up taking the hell bird right next to it. The bird squaks angrily and pecks at your eyes.
Hell Bird: 1 + 1 = 2
The bird misses terribly. Embarrassed by its failure, it decides to join you as your ally.
Gain Hell Bird! +1 Attack!

Sleepy: 3
Due to your lethargy, you aren't yet quite fully awake and simply grab the first thing that you see. It turns out to be a ballerina tutu. At least it'll show off your shapely legs.
Gain Ballerina Tutu!

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The TV flashes to a 3.

Boisterous Hammer: 1
The Boisterous Hammer begins loudly singing Happy Birthday. Unfortunately, that song is copyrighted, and Oosani doesn't have the permission to reproduce it. As such, she is being fined.
Gain 100 gp bounty!

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Lexa:
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Ballerina Tutu
Hand 2: Empty

Oosani Fireblood:
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Boisterous Hammer (+1 Attack, -2 Stealth, +Intelligent Item)
Hand 2: Empty
Bounty: 100 gp

Vengir Ai-Mo:
Worn: Crusader Armor (+1 Defense, -1 Comfort)
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty

Sir Winthrop Eddleton the Younger:
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Tuxedo T-Shirt
Hand 2: Wolf Head Staff (+1 Attack, +Extra Attack, +Rabies)

Selwyn:
Worn: Nothing
Mouth: Empty
Allies: Hell Bird (+1 Attack)

Ezekiel:
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Bloody Mug (+1 Attack, +Weapon Speed, +Everfull Blood)
Hand 2: Empty

Zeta:
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Replica Portal Gun
Hand 2: Plain Clothes (+1 Agility)

Man of Action/Moa
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Clearly Evil Axe (+1 Attack, -1 Morality, +Evil Influence)
Hand 2: Empty

Jade
Worn: Bayonetta Armor (+2 Defense, +1 Agility, -3 Modesty)
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty

Dieter von Blitzkrieg / Moose Skullcruncher
Worn: Nothing
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty
Injury: Broken Jaw (-2 Talking)

[DAFT Universe]

"Well, it's better than nothing." Zeta said, slightly dissapointed he couldn't find anything that intresting.

ACTION: Put on clothes.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Swiftly, Jade put on the tight-fitting armor suit she had found, eager to become dressed and also to try out such a nice outfit. And a nice outfit it was, for she felt quite comfortable in it. More comfortable than in her own skin, she dared to say, though then again it wasn't like being naked in a room full of strangers was particularly cozy. Either way, the point was that she had found a damn good suit, and she was grateful for it. Her task was not quite over yet, though. Now that she was relatively protected and, more importantly, dressed (even if rather inmodestly), she needed a suitable weapon for her, and so, she walked over to the weapons rack, curious to see what she could find in there. Already some of the strangers present in the room had found bizarre and powerful arms to defend themselves with, so she hoped she would get something useful as well. Maybe a magic gun, or some sort of katana? She just hoped it would be a type of weapon she had experience using.

ACTION: Find a badass demon hunter-y weapon.

[G-Tech Corporation]

The Scion bared his own teeth at the wolf as it snarled at him, showing off long animalistic incisors glinting steel. It was almost poetic, this weapon, and he appreciated the whimsy of whichever strange creature had stocked a weapon cabinet with it. He looked forward to seeing it tear someone's throat out.

Still, there was the matter of protection to deal with, not to mention carrying all this junk. His body might be appropriately abominable these days, but he still relied on clothing for pockets and extra ablative capabilities. Winthrop held the t-shirt out at arm's length, and cast a baleful eye upon it. It wouldn't stop a penknife, let alone a saber. Pondering the difficulty for a moment, the lord of Eddleton inhaled sharply, and then spat a blob of rust-colored phelgm on to the shirt, right below where the bowtie was 'affixed' on the print.

Now, normally rust colored spit meant a person had either silicosis or was bleeding in to their lungs. But the Scion was not a normal person. The spit, laden with malleocytes from a distant time when moose limbs were used as weapons and squids were genocidal maniacs, fizzled on the shirt, and the faint smell of lightening filled the air. Hungry Clarkeian constructs devoured free atomics and rewrote molecular structures as a patch of flexible synthmetal armor grew on the tuxedo.

As the process continued the Scion could feel the warm glow of free radiation bombarding his face. That might not be good for the organics, but he had never let that stop him before.

Action: Uparmor tuxedo t-shirt

[Galnius]

Having found hammer with a respectable amount of size and boisterousness, there was only thing left to do. That, of course, was to wield the beautiful, Happy Birthday singing weapon that was possibly as obnoxious as herself.

Action: Wield the Boisterous Hammer