The Adventure Beyond Time and Space: A Dice RP (IC)

[Olthar]

OOC Thread

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You suddenly awaken, frightened and nervous. The feeling quickly vanishes before you can grasp it, and after just a moment, you can't even remember why you were afraid. You then notice that you are not in your bed as there is a glass case covering you, mere inches from your face. Before you can even struggle, however, the case opens almost as if in cue. You sit up and look around.

You appear to be in some sort of large room with metal walls. The room is roughly fifty feet long and twenty feet wide. All along the long sides of the room are other tubes like the one you're in, seven on each side. At one end of the the room, there are several peculiar devices. There's a large computer bank with numerous screens and buttons in the left corner. In the right, there is a large, upright tube with some sort of mechanical arm inside it. A small computer sits next to it. Between them, there is some small panel on the wall, but you cannot tell what it is at this distance. At the opposite end of the room, there is merely a door with a button panel next to it.

As you ponder your surroundings, you notice several other tubes opening, and strange naked people stepping out. You notice then that you, too, are also naked. You furiously look around, but you can't find your clothes or anything that might contain them. It seems you'll have to explore this place.

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Winthrop:
Job/Career: 2
You are the poorest, saddest bum thus side of Singapore. Even other bums look down on you. Title: Gutter Trash.

Greatest Childhood Acheivement: 2
One time, when you were young, you built a sandcastle and then screamed at it for a while to impress your parents. When they finally grew bored and looked away, you kicked it over and then told them that you shouted it down. They gave a half-hearted congratulations but seemed otherwise unimpressed. Lying -1.

Soy:
Job/Career: 3
You are a janitor at a small scale strip club. It's not glamorous, and your parents pretend not to know you, but at least it pays the bills. Title: Jizz Janitor

Greatest Childhood Acheivement: 4
You spent most of your life terrified of trying anything described as "hot" or "spicy," but one day you got really high and started munching on a bag of "Flamin' Hot Cheetos" without noticing. It wasn't that bad, really. Capsaicin Resistance +1.

Chang:
Job/Career: 2
Up until recently, you were an Assistant Spanish Professor at the local community college. You were the only one there, but they called you "Assistant" so they wouldn't have to pay you as much. Recently, however, you got fired after a series of bizarre and coincidental accidents resulted in you getting photographed in a compromising position with one of your students. You tried to explain that it wasn't what it looked like, but no one cared enough about you to listen. Title: Former Assistant Spanish Professor.

Greatest Childhood Acheivement: 6
When you were a kid playing Pokémon Emerald, you were so pumped up to try catching Rayquaza. As soon as the battle started, however, you accidentally pushed the wrong buttons and threw out a Poké Ball immediately. You began cursing yourself for wasting a ball, but then it worked. You sat there in disbelief as you realized that you just caught Rayquaza at full health with a Poké Ball. You were so excited, but when you tried telling your friends, none of them believed you. Dumb Luck +2. Trustworthiness -1.

Nattotto:
Job/Career: 5
You've been a mail carrier for nearly 20 years now, and you've become so embedded in the post office hierarchy that it is virtually impossible for you to get fired. You slack off for most of the day and go home with a huge government check. And when you finally retire, you'll be living in comfort for the rest of your life. You're not filthy rich, but you've definitely "won" at life. Title: Senior Letter Carrier.

Greatest Childhood Acheivement: 3
You were a pretty good kid in school. You got mostly Bs and a few As. Nothing to brag about, but you were doing better than most. You were also one of the better players on the school soccer team. You were never good enough to get an athletic scholarship, but you did once score three goals in a game that ended 3-1. Of course, the number of goals you scored keeps increasing every time you tell the story. You're up to about 6 or 7 now. Childhood Nostalgia +1.

Marty:
Job/Career: 6
You've always wanted to fly planes your whole life. It's been the one thing that has driven you to succeed. However, you were impatient and couldn't wait until you were old enough. Thus, you lies your way into the military and became a fighter pilot. You excelled and quickly became the best of the best. You even flew on a few missions before the military finally found out the truth. You got kicked out with a dishonorable discharge. Title: Ex-Fighter Pilot.

Greatest Childhood Acheivement: 6
You are a mechanical genius, what some might call a "savant." You can build or repair just about anything. You've created all sorts of things from all sorts of other things, like a teenage MacGyver. You even once built a working airplane out of a toaster, a milk jug, and some driftwood. It fell apart in the air, but it still flew. Unfortunately, this strong connection to machines has left you weak in other areas of social development. Engineering +2. Talking -1.

Henry:
Job/Career: 3
For years, you've built displays for museums and props for movies. It sounds like a really boring job. How do you live with yourself? Damn. Anyways, you're not, like, a professional or anything. It's more just a hobby for you, a really boring hobby. Still, you get some money out of it. Title: Historical Reconstruction Hobbyist.

Greatest Childhood Acheivement: 5
While most kids were playing video games or getting dates, you spent countless hours hunched over a desk painstakingly assembling models of antique weaponry. I guess you've always been boring. Your pride and joy was a three foot long Tiger I Tank that took you nearly 64 hours to complete. There are perfectionists, and then there's you. Patience +2.

[G-Tech Corporation]

The Corpse-Walker stirred, almost unconsciously stepping out of the tube it occupied. His mind was fuzzy, a strange occurrence, but slowly awareness returned as the giant stood insensate in the chamber. A thought swam toward the surface- a realization that the pain was gone. Languidly a half-smile split the Orator's face in two, lips parting like a facsimile of a genuine human emotion, teeth as sharp as a shark's peering from behind that expression where they sat in blood-red gums. A change, then, a transition. The ache of existence left behind somewhere on another plane, the new world embracing the essence of the sojourner as a beloved child instead of an abhorred abomination.

It would learn, probably. They always did. But for now, Winthrop would savor the feeling while it lasted. Eyes violet and emerald turned here and there as the Scion of Eddleton finished his mental boot-routines, taking in the surroundings of this new reality. Abstractly utilitarian. Spartan, industrial. Metalworking, certainly, computer technology. That was promising. The ability of a networked system to propagate oblivion was impressive, if used correctly. His situation? Naked, but unconcerned. He was refined, polished, glabrous and smooth. An astute observer would note the patchwork pattern of the Reanimationist's skin, and the skin that was not skin, metal parts protected from the elements by armored carapace, steam vents for the titan's internal fires, and other strange apertures beside. A body constructed, not born, no navel, no naughty bits.

But that did not concern the Grand Admiral. It never had. The body was the chariot of the mind, and little else. The creatures that were stirring from the other tubes seemed normal enough, all things considered. Winthrop paid them little heed- if they became important or sought conversation, then they would be heeded. For now, though ascertaining the nature of the weft of this now was more important than mundane dialogue.

Move to small computer next to upright tube, interface and observe

[Grenartia]

Soy looked around, at the new surroundings, with unfamiliar naked people, and then noticed they were naked as well. "Is this some kind of fetish room? Did I get promoted?" they asked out loud, to nobody in particular. With a sniff, they decided that this room had never been used before, and figured that with all the computers, there must be somebody watching them. "I guess I'm a camwhore now." Walking over to the computer, they attempted to activate it. "Hello, computer."

Walk over to the computer with all the screens, and turn it on.

[Barapam]

Nattotto wasn't surprised at all by the awakening. She had the same kind of bed installed at home, and male or female, she usually slept nude. What did surprise her on the other hand, was the room. It wasn't her bedroom, it wasn't anything she recognized at all actually. And there were strangers, also nude, waking up and walking by.

Hmm... Maybe she was still dreaming? Ow! No, the pinch she just gave herself in the arm indicated otherwise. The mailwoman started to feel nervous. She used all her four arms to cover her nakedness as good as she could, and stepped out of the bed. Looking around, she saw a door. Well, if she wanted to leave, which she did, that was probably a good start.

Action: (Head to the door and) attempt to open the door.

[S i t k a]

Marty had gone to bed happy enough. It wasn't that that the day before had been particularly amazing, but simply because it had gone well. A nice breakfast while the radio chattered away about the news, the usual walk down to the creek, the excitement and solitude of piloting his family's ramshackle crop duster, an afternoon in the village tending to the homebuilt aircraft that served as cars this far from true civilization. A typical rural day on a planet not quite entirely like Earth.

Whatever dreams the young kitsune may have been having were interrupted when a sickening, unidentifiable feeling washed over him. It was gone almost before he awoke, and though he was quite on edge, he was not yet entirely awake and would likely have dismissed it as a nightmare and drifted off if he hadn't smacked his head on the glass case.

"Ow."

The jolt of pain was enough to set his mind on track. The case opened itself, and he quickly glanced around. The room looked sort of like a scene from one of the sci-fi comics popular back home, only a lot less flashy. It was lined with cases much like the one he was in, all containing people that were... oh. Marty suddenly realized that he was naked along with anyone else.

He frightfully stepped out of the case, his tail twitching nervously as he failed to spot any hiding place. There were several strange devices in the room. They reminded him of the bulky mainframe computers that were just coming into use on his homeworld, though these were clearly more advanced by several decades at least. On one of the walls was a panel of some sort. As it was the only thing of interest without a bunch of weird naked people near it, he nervously went over to investigate. Coming from a society reminiscent technologically of the early fifties, he had little experience with electronics, but he had experimented with some from the crashed spaceship mentioned in his bio. Perhaps this would prove to be of the same manufacture.

Action: Walk to the small panel on the wall, investigate it.

[Constaniana]

Senor Chang awoke from his dream about Donald Glover and Chevy Chase on hang-gliders to discover he was surrounded by something as strange as anything he had ever seen at Greenedayul College of the Community College. Waking up confused with weird naked people brought back memories of a particularly unpleasant Halloween party where he swore someone had poisoned the chilli. Seeing as his unwilling colleagues were busy with all the available noticeable objects, Senor Change decided to obtener algo comida.

ACTION: Investigate the chamber to see if their captors left some tasty snacks.

[Demirestad]

Henry stumbles out of the tube, and looks at his surroundings.

Where am I?

He thinks to himself. He was definitely not in his mess of a room with the schematics of a KV-2 project he was working on, and he didn't recognize any of the surrounding as something he would remember, or remotely consider. Also there was the fact that he passed out on a desk, and now he wakes up in a tube. Lots of computers, sleek walls, and some kind of machinery in a tube. He pondered his options, and decided that the mechanical instruments in the corner would probably hold a major clue as to what put him there.

Action: Henry goes to inspect the mechanical arm in the tube

[Olthar]

Winthrop: 1
You examine the machine for a bit and decide to try interfacing with it. You smash your face into the computer repeatedly, but it doesn't seem to work. After several failed attempts, the computer is reduced to a heaping pile of scrap. It was probably important.
Lightly Injured

Soy: 4
You walk over to the computer bank and begin searching for away to turn it on. After a few moments, you realize that it's already on and is merely in standby mode. You tap the screen, shutting off the screen saver. There seems to be many windows open, displaying all sorts of information that would surely take another action to understand.

Nattotto: 4
You head over to the door but are puzzled by the lack of a doorknob. You begin pushing on the door and waving your arms around like a loon. Eventually, you accidentally push the button on the panel next to the door, and it instantly slides open. You walk out and find yourself in a hallway constructed from the same metal walls as the room you just left. It's about ten feet wide and extends to both the left and the right. At either end, the hallway curves back around the room forming a long horseshoe shape.

There are a total of nine doors in this hallway, including the one you just walked through. There is another door directly in front of you, this one wider than the others. There is a second door on the opposite wall to the left of the first door. This one looks identical to the door you came out of. On the far left wall, proceeding down the side of the horseshoe, there are three doors evenly spaced along its length. There are two more doors just like those going down the right side of the horseshoe, as well. Finally, the right hall extends further back than the left and ends with the last door. This one looks much sturdier than the others and has some sort of card reader instead of a button panel. None of the doors are labelled.

Marty: 1 + 2 = 3
You look at the panel, and you're quite sure you've never seen anything like it before. However, if you were to hazard a guess, you'd say that it looks like some sort of communication device. Possibly.

Chang: 4
You thoroughly search the room, but find nothing that wasn't already described. It appears to be some sort of laboratory, so it's doubtful that food would be present here.

Henry: 3
You look over the tube and determine that it's some sort of small scale construction device. You'd like to give it a try, but some jackass destroyed the controls. You stare at the smashed computer in disappointment.

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Winthrop: Lying -1
Title: Gutter Trash
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty
Body: Naked
Lightly Injured

Soy: Capsaicin Resistance +1
Title: Jizz Janitor
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty
Body: Naked

Chang: Dumb Luck +2, Trustworthiness-1
Title: Former Assistant Spanish Professor
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty
Body: Naked

Nattotto: Childhood Nostalgia +1
Title: Senior Letter Carrier
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty
Body: Naked

Marty: Engineering +2, Talking -1
Title: Ex-Fighter Pilot
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty
Body: Naked

Henry: Patience +2
Title: Historical Reconstruction Hobbyist
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty
Body: Naked

[Constaniana]

Chang's sub-standard pay had been somewhat mitigated by a discount on the lame classes his community college offered. He seemed to remember taking an auto repair class once. Or was it soap carving? Either way, he figured he had some repair experiences that definitely didn't come from his Lego exploits. He was about to go over and offer his help in fixing the damaged terminal, but he was distracted the the shwooshing of a science-door. Senor Chang CHANGed his mind and went over where Nattotto was. He stepped past the mail-carrier and tried opening the second door on the opposite wall to the left of the first door to see what would happen.

Action: Open the second door on the opposite wall to the left of the first door.

[Demirestad]

sigh

That one guy destroyed the controls, it might have done us some good. Regardless, Henry ponders a way to try and get it working. He doesn't have a lot of experience with complex electronics, but maybe one of the others can help him figure it out. He could attempt to find out how the machine works and interacts with the computer and they could both try and fix it. Who knows, it might be able to make something useful.

Action: Ask the others to see if any of them can try and help him fix the computer interface and get the arm working

[Grenartia]

Soy discovered the computer was already on. "Well, that was easy. I wonder if this thing has Solitaire." They thought to themself, fumbling around the windows, glancing at their contents while looking for the most boring card game in history.

Action: Find out if the computer has Solitaire

[G-Tech Corporation]

Metal and polymer yielded before Winthrop's assault, and the Scion stared haughtily at the lump of paste and scraps that had resulted. Most of it was still intact, to be fair, but the user interface system had been... lacking. Well, to be fair, he probably shouldn't have smashed it when his huge fumble-fingers hadn't been able to type in the entry code.

That gave the giant an idea though. His body was already, in part, a machine. This device, which he speculated might be some form of fabricator, had the parts and broken bits which might be all too useful if properly integrated. It would be a dicey operation, but the monolith of flesh had endured many ferocious injuries in the past. One more when the implantation was inevitably botched would only be one more.

Down those hands the size of spades went, sifting through the debris for usable parts of the fabricator.

Integrate fabricator into Winthrop's left arm

[S i t k a]

The panel seemed like it might be meant for communication. Sort of like an intercom, but more... futurey.

He attempted to turn it on, taking an educated guess about what might serve as a power switch. He didn't know what he would hear if the device was of the nature he suspected, but given the strange situation he was in he didn't have a good feeling about it.

Action: Attempt to activate and interact with the panel.

[Olthar]

Chang: 4
You push the button next to the door, and it swiftly opens. Youngin yourself in a somewhat oddly shaped room. It is largely a square, but the back left corner is cut off at a 45 degree angle, and the front right corner is indented, seemingly curving around whatever is through the door to the right.

The contents of the room seem spartan and sterile. There are three beds lined up along the left wall, each with an empty nightstand next to it. There is another bed on the back wall, and a fifth on the right wall, both also with an accompanying nightstand. To your immediate right, there is a shelf spanning the length of the indented wall. Two closed doors prevent you from seeing what, if anything, is on the shelf. A second shelf much the same as the first rests upon the angled wall. Finally, there is another of the panels that Marty found in the previous room. It hangs upon the back end of the indented wall.

There are two other doors in this room. One is on the back wall, and the other is on the right wall.

Henry: 1
As soon as you open your mouth, a string of insults and expletives pours out. You maybe possibly ask for help in there, but mostly you just tear into Winthrop like no one has ever done before. You may have botched this first impression. Likability -1!

Soy: 2
You poke and prod the screen a bit and push a few buttons, but nothing seems to happen. It's like watching a monkey try to operate an airplane.

Winthrop: 1 - 1 = 0
You throw yourself, quite literally, into the glass tube, and bounce off. After a few more tries, you finally shatter it, sending broken glass everywhere.
Reflex Save (Henry): 5
Henry deftly dodges the flying shards of glass with almost ninja-like reflexes. He easily avoids them all without a scratch. Reflexes +1!

With shards of glass piercing your naked body, you pick yourself up and tear the mechanical arm out of its socket. You then smack it against your other arm until they both break. You're not so good with technology, are You? Gain Scrap Metal! Gain Broken Arm! Severely Injured!

Marty: 3
You lean close to what you assume is the speaker and then push one of the buttons. You meekly say "Hello?" You wait a few moments, but there is no response.

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Sallee:
You wake up naked inside one of the tubes in the laboratory room. Apparently, you decided to sleep in for a couple rounds. Nevertheless, the tube opens swiftly, releasing you into the room with the others.

Job/Career: 6
You are not just a telemarketer, you are the best damn telemarketer the world has ever seen. You can sell anything to anyone. You once sold a dozen refrigerators to a village in the frozen tundra. You once sold a hundred subscriptions for Fashion Weekly magazine to a nudist colony. You once sold two million empty crates to the military. Oh, wait a minute. That's right. You're not a telemarketer; you're a con artist with a massive bounty. Title: Sallee the Silvertounge.

Greatest Childhood Acheivement: 6
When you were young, you weren't doing that well in math, and wanted to get your math teacher into trouble as revenge. Thus, you secretly took pictures of the other girls in the changing room and then stealthily planted them in his house. After that, you called the cops and left an anonymous tip. They ended up storming his house and arrested him. He was charged with numerous sex crimes and thrown in prison. Shortly afterwards, he was murdered by another inmate. All because he gave you a poor grade. Lying +2. Stealth +1. Math -1. Morality -1.

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Winthrop: Lying -1
Title: Gutter Trash
Hand 1: Scrap Metal
Hand 2: Broken
Body: Naked
Severely Injured

Soy: Capsaicin Resistance +1
Title: Jizz Janitor
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty
Body: Naked

Chang: Dumb Luck +2, Trustworthiness-1
Title: Former Assistant Spanish Professor
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty
Body: Naked

Nattotto: Childhood Nostalgia +1
Title: Senior Letter Carrier
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty
Body: Naked

Marty: Engineering +2, Talking -1
Title: Ex-Fighter Pilot
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty
Body: Naked

Henry: Patience +2, Likability -1, Reflexes +1
Title: Historical Reconstruction Hobbyist
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty
Body: Naked

Sallee: Lying +2, Stealth +1, Math -1, Morality -1
Title: Sallee the Silvertongue
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty
Body: Naked

[G-Tech Corporation]

Sluggish drops of thick black-red blood dripped to the metal floor of the chamber, and pain wracked the arm of the man as he stood proudly naked before the crushed technological marvel. Use arm with components hadn't turned out like he had meant it to, though, to be fair, the matter fabricator having an internal mass source had been a longshot. Perhaps they didn't even have that technology in this reality. It was hard to be sure, especially if the native denizens sensibly concealed it from outsiders.

At any rate, his face was slightly mangled, and that arm could use some reinforcement, otherwise it would flop around most irritatingly on the broken bone. Cognitively Winthrop suppressed the pain messages that were flooding the few neural synapses he retained, and in his right hand he contemplated the scrap metal he had extracted from the pile. A solution, wrapped up in a problem. The metal was splattered and scarred with his own bodily lifeblood, but that merely meant the pre-digestion process had already begun.

The right palm of the scion split open along the seam, massive paw unfurling to reveal a wet champing jaw of tiny diamond hard teeth, a mouth that was not a mouth which began grinding up the bits and pieces Withrop had retrieved from the destroyed fabricator. Devoured, integrated, consumed, the metal would feed a new genesis- or, rather, stop Winthrop from bleeding everywhere in a very untidy manner.

Consume Scrap Metal to repair self

[Grenartia]

Frustratingly, Soy couldn't find Solitaire. Ignoring the screams of the guy who was currently covered in shards of broken glass and blood tyring to smash one of his arms to bits with the other, Soy recalls some computer troubleshooting advice they once heard, that pressing ctrl+alt+del will fix any problem.

Action: Hold Ctrl+Alt+Del for 2 minutes.

[Demirestad]

This guy must be dilusional!

Henry thinks to himself as he considered what looked like that guy performing his best Whale impression and deftly attempting to smash what he had been trying to fix to bits. This guy was becoming a major problem, but Henry decided not to do anything to him, in his state he should pass out from blood loss eventually. But now, the machine is beyond repair. He might as well figure out what to do with the remains.

Action: Collect the scrap metal and see what can be useful

[WhatsamattaU]

As her head finally finished sorting out the unexpected new reality, Sallee stepped onto the floor of the strange room and saw the other naked people screwing about. OMG, the situation was like a bad movie, either she’d been abducted by aliens or a mad scientist. If it was some movie recreation, Sallee was totally screwed because karma always caught up to characters, like Sallee, with history of using and abusing people. Her only chance was to take charge of the situation and be the anti-hero, the bad-ass savior.

Okay. The first thing to do was figure out how to get an edge and leave no resource unexploited. Sallee quickly examined the sleep capsule that she had just emerged from for anything she could scavenge. A pillow, a pillowcase, a mattress pad, a sheet that she might have been laying on, some part of the sleep capsule that could be broken off and used as a tool or a weapon….

Action: Examine her sleep capsule, looking for any useful items that might be scavenged or broken off, to be used as clothing, tools or weapons.

[Constaniana]

Shelves often had things, and those things could include clothes or weapons, which Chang instinctively knew he needed to begin foraging. So the assistant Spanish professor tried to access the shelf to his right. Running around naked was quickly losing its appeal.

ACTION: Open the door to the right.

[Barapam]

The sight of Chang scared Nattotto. To her, he was a strange alien creature with two arms too little, and with a sickly beige-ish skin colour instead of a healthy pale green one. Not to mention his disturbing lack of a tail. Since she wasn't sure what he would do, she quietly stepped back and kept herself in the background, but was happily surprised when he only opened the door, and it actually opened! Nattotto followed him into the new room. They had so far not said a word to each other, but still came up with exactly the same idea independantly.

Action: Open the other shelf.

[S i t k a]

Marty hadn't really known what to expect from the panel. He had turned it on... maybe. In any case, nobody had answered, which wasn't really surprising. At least, not surprising compared to everything else going on here.

He turned to his side, where some... some thing had been pulverizing the computer by the mechanical arm, badly harming itself in the process. Normally Marty wouldn't go anywhere near this sort of creature, but it didn't cross his mind for the time being. He wanted to get a closer look at that device.

Walking over and peering into what remained of the console, he saw a pretty sizeable mess, one that the monster wasn't helping by taking pieces off. What was the computer for? Marty had no idea. But even if he didn't know its purpose, fixing things and putting wires back where they needed to be was his forte.

He cautiously began looking through the smashed electronics, looking for a good place to start reassembling it. Hopefully, Marty would be able to figure out what connected to what. And hopefully that robot thing hadn't torn off anything important.

Action: Investigate the smashed computer, and see if he can begin repairing it.

[Olthar]

Winthrop: 3 - 1 = 2
You stick the scrap metal in your mouth and attempt to take a bite out of it. However, it turns out that metal is really hard. You try again and again, but all you manage to accomplish is coating the metal in drool. Scrap Metal transforms into Drool Covered Scrap Metal!

Soy: 6
You aren't really sure which keys are actually which, so you hold down three entirely random keys, instead. After a few moments, the screen goes black. A text box then appears that says:

DELETE ALL LAB DATA? Y/N

Henry: 6
Getting fed up with Winthrop's shenanigans, you reach for the scrap metal to snatch it away from him. Naturally, he resists, and the two of you end up in having a bit of a tussle. You finally overpower Winthrop and rip the scrap metal out of his hand. Unfortunately, as a result, he ends up losing his balance and falls backwards, becoming impaled on the remains of the machine. He ineffectually grasps at the chunk of metal hitting from his chest for a few moments before falling limp. Gain Drool Covered Scrap Metal! Winthrop: Dead!

Sallee: 6
You tear into your pod and dog around in its innards. Thanks to your computer expertise, you quickly identify and remove several nifty parts. Computer Science +1! Gain Important Computer Parts!

Chang: 3
You fumble with the handle for a moment before finally opening up the shelf. Inside, you find spare sheets, blankets, and pillows for the beds as well as several stacks of hospital gowns. There doesn't appear to be anything else, however.

Nattotto: 3
You attempt to open the second shelf, but you find it to be locked. You try to open it a few more times, but it remains locked with each attempt.

Marty: 3 + 2 - 1 = 4
You look over the computer a few times and find that the damage if mostly superficial. It should be an easy fix. Well, easy if you had any tools. Still, uouve never let that stop you before, so you dive right it. You get shocked a few times since the wires are all still hot, but you do fix the computer up good as new. Of course, while you were busy fixing the computer, some jackass destroyed the rest of the machine, so it's still not going to do much

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Almost as soon as Winthrop exhales his last breath, the pod he had emerged from begins glowing with a blinding white light. Everyone in the room is forced to shield their eyes until it stops. After several minutes, the light fades, and the pod pops open once again. Winthrop steps out good as new without a scratch on him. He does not, however, remember anything that has happened these past several rounds, as if he's been reset.

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Winthrop: Lying -1
Title: Gutter Trash
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty
Body: Naked

Soy: Capsaicin Resistance +1
Title: Jizz Janitor
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty
Body: Naked

Chang: Dumb Luck +2, Trustworthiness-1
Title: Former Assistant Spanish Professor
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty
Body: Naked

Nattotto: Childhood Nostalgia +1
Title: Senior Letter Carrier
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty
Body: Naked

Marty: Engineering +2, Talking -1
Title: Ex-Fighter Pilot
Hand 1: Empty
Hand 2: Empty
Body: Naked

Henry: Patience +2, Reflexes +1, Likability -1
Title: Historical Reconstruction Hobbyist
Hand 1: Drool Covered Scrap Metal
Hand 2: Empty
Body: Naked

Sallee: Lying +2, Stealth +1, Computer Science +1, Math -1, Morality -1
Title: Sallee the Silvertongue
Hand 1: Important Computer Parts
Hand 2: Empty
Body: Naked

[WhatsamattaU]

A bit disappointed that she couldn't yet find something useable as clothing or weapons, Sallee looked about the laboratory.

The blinding flash and the newly activated clone of the idiot that had seemed to be trying to attach and/or eat machinery was both comforting and disconcerting. Hopefully, something would clean up the bloody mess of the first casualty. Also, if she died, then the powers that had abducted her could bring her back to life in a new body, too..., unless the sleep capsule she'd just rifled for parts was an important part of the resurrection process.

Taking the computer parts with her, she walked over to the man that seemed to have a brain and was trying to repair the damage on the machine that the crazy idiot had done.

Sallee had an idea. None of the people here knew anything about her so she could maybe lie to her advantage.

When she reached the man, she cleared her throat to get his attention, and lying to him said, "Hello, I'm Salleephorthmahagynamagnus, royal princess and heir to the throne of Barsoom but you can call me, 'Sallee'. You seem quite skilled at repairs of technology. Would these parts that I scavenged from my sleeping pod help you with the repairs?"

Action(s): Lie to the man fixing the computer (Marty) and offer 'important computer parts' to him as a gift.

[G-Tech Corporation]

The Corpse-Walker stirred, almost unconsciously stepping out of the tube it occupied. His mind was fuzzy, a strange occurrence, but slowly awareness returned as the giant stood insensate in the chamber. A thought swam toward the surface- a realization that the pain was gone. Languidly a half-smile split the Orator's face in two, lips parting like a facsimile of a genuine human emotion, teeth as sharp as a shark's peering from behind that expression where they sat in blood-red gums. A change, then, a transition. The ache of existence left behind somewhere on another plane, the new world embracing the essence of the sojourner as a beloved child instead of an abhorred abomination.

It would learn, probably. They always did. But for now, Winthrop would savor the feeling while it lasted. Eyes violet and emerald turned here and there as the Scion of Eddleton finished his mental boot-routines, taking in the surroundings of this new reality. Abstractly utilitarian. Spartan, industrial. Metalworking, certainly, computer technology. That was promising. The ability of a networked system to propagate oblivion was impressive, if used correctly. His situation? Naked, but unconcerned. He was refined, polished, glabrous and smooth. An astute observer would note the patchwork pattern of the Reanimationist's skin, and the skin that was not skin, metal parts protected from the elements by armored carapace, steam vents for the titan's internal fires, and other strange apertures beside. A body constructed, not born, no navel, no naughty bits.

But that did not concern the Grand Admiral. It never had. The body was the chariot of the mind, and little else. There were other naked beings wandering around the room of his awakening, but they seemed normal enough, all things considered. Winthrop paid them little heed- if they became important or sought conversation, then they would be heeded. For now, though ascertaining the nature of the weft of this now was more important than mundane dial-

Wait.

Was that a body?

His interest piqued, the machine-man lumbered over the the bloodied corpse of what appeared to be a humanoid abomination. Elegant of form, for all the damage it had sustained. Strong jaw. Hands made to crush and maim. Muscle heaped on muscle hung on a skeleton of steel and steam. Winthrop pauses, contemplating the figure’s blank staring eyes, orbs of violet and eerie green staring sightlessly at the ceiling.

A tragedy in black and red.

A decision made. The Voidspeaker raised a hand, and fell syllables formed on his tongue, tones of a long-dead language that should have been buried with its makers. A pass, a second, the iron-tang of hot blood and the ozone stink of lightening gathering in the air, building toward a fell conclusion.

Until the Maker paused mid-incantation, allowing the energies to dissipate into the ether. A thought occurred- this was a world of silicon and plastic, steel and polymer, not that which would embrace the arcane and ancient. A reality of the new and constructed, unbeholden to the fabric of the Pattern.

Another approach, then.

Magically Psionically heal and resurrect Winthrop 1.0

[Grenartia]

DELETE ALL LAB DATA? Y/N

The question hovered on the screen. In Soy's experience, everyone kept their porn in a folder with a weird name. "xXxNotPornxXx", or "Monthly Budgets", or "Lab Data". And it was always hilarious to delete someone else's porn. Right as they hit the "Y" button, they noticed a blinding light, and turned towards it to notice a new guy kneeling and chanting over a dead guy that looked just like him. "Rule 34, I guess." Soy said, before turning back to the monitor to see the fruits of their labor.

Action: Delete the lab data.