| written by Jam on Apr 13, 2012 18:10 |
 | |  | | ![]() I also look at Speed-Y "that way."
Also, I drool a bit...
"You know, you kinda look a bit like Soylent RED... Mmmm..."
I take a step towards him, a hungry look in my eyes. | |  | |  |
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| written by Malkom on Apr 13, 2012 19:31 |
 | |  | | ![]() I attempt to focus on the notion of time travel as a way to distract myself from the monotony. | |  | |  |
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| written by Gligar on Apr 13, 2012 21:39 |
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Mick-R continues to try and shut off his mind, but it isn’t working… those subliminals and adrenaline, however, are, and they’re distracting enough to make the prospect impossible. Instead, he tries concentrating…
An equally-puzzling location
“It’s working.. he’s cognisant.”
“Good. Ramp up the – “
“Wait… he’s trying to concentrate on something. He’s trying to block out the subliminals!”
“Okay… go back to basics… see if you can get him to scratch his nose or something. If that fails, start off on the electrics, and give him some of the usual recordings.”
“Yes, sir.”
Roadway, Industrial Subsectors
First Church of the Easter Cycle… that just causes Speed-Y to ask more questions, mostly “why”. Things like why they’re using the Reanimators, why they’re cycbortge… why he’s asking so many questions…
…and why is everyone looking at him like that?
(OOC: That’s funny, Speeder. Definitely worth a Perversity Point  )
Now, asking too many questions is usually insubordination, a fact which a competent Loyalty Officer would notice in an instant. And indeed, Jam-Y is looking at him “like that”. (So is King-R.)
No wait… it seems that the zombie hunger from Jam-Y’s earlier probing has clouded his mind… and he sees Speed-Y as a source of food! He advances on Speed-Y…
L4-O is still focused on the cyborgs. That would explain Copore Metal…
He adds them to his report, saying that they ran into a lot of them earlier. And as for the Easter Cycle…
“Thanks, sergeant,” replies Sven-O. “I’ll get right on the repo… “
He is interrupted by the warbot. “Viable target detected. Subject: Jam-Y-JYR. Suspected zombie infectee.”
There is a lot of noise as the warbot seems to arm each and every one of its guns.
The Junior Citizens, who were creeping forward, suddenly make a run for it. | |  | |  |
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| i haz title: speed-y-???-1 |
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  | written by Speeder on Apr 13, 2012 21:41 |
| | | | ![]() I look at Jam, flabbergasted. If that is word...
Then I start to behave like a robot, hoping Jam will think he cannot eat metal, you know, a little robot dance, yeah, that one, that actually no robot moves that way and get offended... | | | | |
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 | |  | | ![]() I see if there is anything of use before departing. | |  | |  |
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| | | | ![]() I retreat rather rapidly to a safe distance. At least, I try to make it a safe distance from the warbot that isn't on the outside of the perimeter where said warbot might consider me a target next.
I just... watch events unfold. | | | | |
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| | | | ![]() Though, I do add some yelling.
"Hold fire! Do not fire on Jam-Y-JYR yet!"
"Jam-Y! Wake up! Or something! You never died!" | | | | |
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| written by Malkom on Apr 14, 2012 02:57 |
| | | | ![]() I attempt to focus on any physical surroundings while still concentrating on time travel. | | | | |
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| written by Jam on Apr 14, 2012 04:06 |
| | | | ![]() L4-O's voice snaps me out of my daze.
"Huh? What? Why would I be dead? Are you crazy?"
I suddenly notice that more guns than I can count are currently pointed directly at me...
"Oh vatcrap, that's a lot of guns... Hey now, don't shoot! I'm not a zombie, I'm just a bit hungry!" | | | | |
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| written by Gligar on Apr 14, 2012 17:48 |
| | | | ![]() Roadway, Industrial Subsectors
Speed-Y’s reaction to Jam-Y’s antics are priceless… as is his response. Namely, he tries to throw Jam-Y off by doing the robot.
Of course, no real bot would ever consider doing the robot, as it is way too stylised and inaccurate. Nukabot, for instance, does not seem impressed. Nor does it seem unimpressed, for that matter.
L4-O decides to follow the example set by the Junior Citizens and makes a run for it, in the general direction of “away from Jam-Y” while yelling for the warbot to not open fire, and also for Jam-Y to snap out of it.
And he does. He wonders why L4-O would think that he is dead,m when he’s only hungry.
Then he notices the massive number of guns, more than he can count, pointed at him. And panics. He yells at the warbot to hold its fire…
The warbot seems to stare coldly. “Current input conflicts with standing orders. Firing solution remains. Holding. Two turncycles until activation of contingency protocols.”
Near Building 2, Industrial Subsector B
Mango begins searching the mangled and fractured bodies for anything of use… and finds a couple of ME Cards, and a knife.
He could take them, and then go to… where?
?
Mick-R tries to switch up his tactics by trying to concentrate on two things at once. It’s hard, and why don’t you scratch your nose? Go on, scratch your nose… and how about some B3? You know, B3 is mandatory… wouldn’t you like to be mandatory?
He begins to feel a brief tingling across his chest. | | | | |
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| i haz title: speed-y-???-1 |
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| written by Speeder on Apr 14, 2012 18:53 |
| | | | ![]() "Jam! Hug him! He might miss a hug!" | | | | |
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| a title is a curious thing... |
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 | | | | ![]() I watch all the Junior citizens run away from me, and wonder why they ran.
Deciding I will never be able to catch them all, I opt to watch where they go, and hope that Jam-Y doesn't try to eat one of them. | | | | |
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| written by Gligar on Apr 14, 2012 21:43 |
| | | | ![]() Roadway, Industrial Subsectors
Speed-Y suggests that Jam-Y give the warbot a hug, stating that it might miss it.
The warbot? Really? You might as well try to hug a [DELETED FOR SECURITY REASONS]…
King-R watches the Junior Citizens running down the roadway, and wonders why they ran. Oh well, at least they’re not going to get eaten by Jam-Y. | | | | |
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| written by Jam on Apr 14, 2012 21:44 |
| | | | ![]() I start to panic...
"Wait, I'm not a zombie!"
I start to back away from the warbot, until I hear Speed-Y's advice.
Hug him? Hug who, the bot?
I change my mind, and cautiously walk forward. I attempt to do the best I can to hug the warbot.
"Please don't shoot me, please don't shoot me, please don't shoot me..." | | | | |
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| | | | ![]() "Ah why not, worth a try..."
I return to a yell.
"Warbot! Abort current order and return to standby mode! Execute Standby Mode, Authorization QKW-3-L1G4-12345!"
I watch to see if that actually works. | | | | |
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