|i haz title: speed-y-???-1|
|written by Speeder on Apr 18, 2012 16:30|
|I explain myself.|
°I have no idea of what a cow is... I think I heard that once...
But Holy is how the FCCC-P calls Friend Computer, yes...
No, I am not FCCC-P... If I was, I would never use some of the terms I use to refer to the central administration computer, because it would be certainly heresy to the FCCCP.
Oh, heresy is a word of theirs too, i think it means that your opinion disagree with them and is inverse of Holy at the same time. Maybe, Unholy then...
Personally I do not consider FCCCP a threat, only nutjobs..."
|written by Gligar on Apr 18, 2012 17:12|
|Near Building 2, Industrial Subsector B|
King-R suddenly suspects something, and looks at the bottle of cleaning fluid again. It says that it can safely be used to clean one’s teeth, but actual toothpaste is preferred for that purpose.
In the near distance, the plasma beam begins to fade.
Garage, Building 2, Industrial Subsector B
Speed-Y explains that he heard the word “cow” somewhere. He doesn’t know what it means. He then confirms that “holy” is an FCCC-P word, used to refer to The Computer, before claiming that he is not FCCC-P. If he were, he says, he wouldn’t use some of the terms he does use, since FCCC-P would think it blasphemous… oh, and that’s an FCCC-P word, too.
He certainly knows an awful lot about FCCC-P… and considering that he doesn’t see them as a threat, only nutjobs…
|I enjoy my lesson about secret societies, being as I obviously don't belong to one and thus have never heard about this kind of stuff.|
|I make sure I'm with the group.|
I raise an eyebrow at Speed-Y after his comments and say:
"I've seen the occasional propaganda leaflet from them. If I was forced to be in a secret society, it'd probably be them. What better secret society than one that worships Friend Computer?"
"But if I had to pick from them and none, I'd still say none."
|written by Kristos on Apr 18, 2012 20:39|
|Did that gun just?!!...|
Suspecting the YELLOW to be a mutant, I look for the usual symbol to see if he is registered. If he is not registered, I jump back in surprise. If he is registered, I jump back in surprise.
"My loyalty officer... is incredibly observational. Perhaps the sound was not a massive beam weapon. And even if it was, he probably once worked at a ring-for-service bell factory near a massive beam weapon testing facility. An occasional misfire would explain his knowledge of ring-for-service bell vaporization. Please don't shoot us - I've already had a shower today."
|"Oh, don't worry! I just happen to be an expert at hearing things. And at bells. Not so much at massive beam weapons, but I imagine they would probably sound vaguely similar to that, were I to know what they sounded like."|
"Besides, didn't you say the decanting solution around here is specially formulated to impede mutations and give you fresh breath that lasts and lasts? We can only assume it works as advertised, because assuming otherwise would probably be treason."
I continue filling out my forms if they are not completed yet. I double-plus-check to make sure I didn't inadvertently check any boxes during the initial multi-pen tests stating that I have a mutation, or other potentially treasonous entries, and correct them if necessary.
|written by Gligar on Apr 18, 2012 21:53|
|Garage, Building 2, Industrial Subsector B|
While Azir-R listens with interest to this discussion of secret societies, L4-O notes that he has heard of FCCC-P from the leaflets you sometimes see. If he had to join a secret society, it would be them. Of course, he would still prefer to not join a society at all.
Cloning station, JHP Sector
Kris-R jumps back in surprise at the YELLOW’s laser pistol seemingly just appearing like that. He checks the YELLOW’s jumpsuit, but can’t find an armband.
He adds that Cryo-R is incredibly observational. As far as his guess, he could easily have worked in a bell factory at some point, and the factory may well have been situated near a testing facility. That’s even assuming that it was a giant beam weapon. He requests that the YELLOW not shoot them as he’s already had a shower today (as we’ve recently seen).
Cryo-R plays his “I’m an expert” card once again, fooling no-one, but also points out that the YELLOW mentioned the clone tank solution in use here, and his comment that it is designed to impede mutations. He concludes that it would be prudent to assume that it works. He goes back to his forms, finishing them up and checking them over. Though legibility has suffered greatly, he seems to have avoided the obvious traps.
The YELLOW responds, “Though the gel is designed to limit mutations, there is always the possibility that it has been tampered with. We mustn’t let our guard down.” He keeps his laser pistol pointed at Cryo-R. “Now, let’s see your forms.”
The Computer suddenly makes an announcement. “Greetings, citizens! Please disregard any giant plasma beam discharge you may have heard recently. Everything is under control. Thank you for your co-operation.”
|I give the area a little search again.|
"I don't suppose anyone has seen Joris-R? He has my blaster..."
I also see if that beam has let up yet.
|written by Jam on Apr 18, 2012 23:33|
|I don't move.|
Instead, I quietly stare at the beam.
"Wow, this beam is really lasting a long time..." I say to myself.
|I hand over my forms to the Yellow, disregarding any giant plasma beam discharge that I may or may not have heard recently.|
|written by Kristos on Apr 19, 2012 00:44|
|The YELLOW seems untrustworthy, but he is a YELLOW and I am only a RED. There is probably a good reason for his seeming untrustworthiness.|
Giant plasma beams are much more difficult to trust. I'm glad everything is under control.
Now that I think about it, the untrustworthability of the giant plasma beam makes the YELLOW not seem so bad anymore. I monitor his behaviour as he scrutinizes Cryo-R's forms.
|a title is a curious thing...|
|I also enter the garage.|
"Come along, Nukabot. Speed-Y won't be happy to learn that you were damaged, I think."
|written by Malkom on Apr 19, 2012 05:49|
|I switch tactics, trying to create a moving picture in my head - a moving picture about time travel, even. And, in the background...|
Technology! Technology! Technology! Technology! Technology! And so on ad infinitum.
|written by Gligar on Apr 19, 2012 18:45|
|Garage, Building 2, Industrial Subsector B|
L4-O has another quick look around. He doesn’t find anything out of the ordinary.
He wonders where Joris-R has gone off to. He still has his blaster, after all.
He also has a look outside, and notices that the beam has dissipated more. And it looks like all that plasma is putting out a lot of heat… it’s getting warm in here.
Jam-Y also looks at the beam. He seems concerned at how long it is lasting.
The both notice King-R entering the garage, riding on Nukabot. The bot seems to have taken some damage from that hail of slugs… namely, its left-side kevlar plates are ripped to pieces, and its manual controls look to be inoperable. But at least it still seems to be able to drive itself.
Near Building 2, Industrial Subsector B
Mango decides to make a move.
He ends up heading towards where the giant beam seems to be coming from. He can see that the beam is dissipating, and can feel that it is heating up the air somewhat.
Cloning station, JHP Sector
Cryo-R hands over his forms, which the YELLOW begins to scrutinise. He seems to be an expert at scrutinising forms.
Kris-R seems concerned. This YELLOW doesn’t seem all that trustworthy. But then again, giant plasma beams are even less trustworthy. And this guy must be YELLOW for a good reason. So… when you get right down to it, this YELLOW isn’t all that bad. He watches as the YELLOW scrutinises Cryo-R’s form in the same way he scrutinised Kris-R’s.
Mick-R continues trying to resist the subliminals, which are telling him that he is thirsty and would like a drink.
And, you know, the fact that the room(?) is warm and dry might be helping. Because, well, he does want a drink.
As he tries to think about nonexistent and possibly treasonous technology, a jackobot appears, carrying a tray of drinks. As in, it literally just appears. “Would you like a drink, citizen?”
A drink would really hit the spot right about now.