[Game Thread] The First - Finding Terrible Things

[Fragmaster01]

For those of you who are bothered by such things, it is cold. The job application was simple enough, though full of far too many waivers and questions about congenital health conditions, but at least they said you were hired, and might even get paid! Still, the fact that your employer can't seem to find streetside lodging is a little distressing...

Current Location - Outrim, 92 Meters below Base Level
The elevator is roomy, but full of strange people. It looks to be a refurbished cargo elevator(20x20 feet), with most of the rust cleaned off. It's quite slow, but at least sturdy looking. You'd hate for it to go crashing down on you. Unfortunately, this gives you plenty of time to stare awkwardly at the people coming down with you, and ponder what it is they're pondering(probably something about food).

OOC Go ahead and sign in, and tell everyone what you look like/are doing and such.

[Caput]

There's a strange fellow in there with you who apparently thinks bandages are a kind of shoe. He's got similar wrappy things around his hands too, so maybe he fights people? He's also wearing a white coat with tattoos of interlocking gears sneaking out from under the neck and the sleeves and a fuzz-covered white tail sneaking out from a slit in the back.

He's staring at his own hand, apparently in deep concentration. Every so often, he'll waggle his fingers, make a dramatic flicking motion and then look disappointed, as though he was sure something was about to happen.

All this would be fine, if somewhat peculiar, but he has this huge red and silver hair which sticks up like he's being electrocuted. It's invading your personal space.

[badhorse]

Up in front there stands a man in a dingy three-quarter length trenchcoat. He is standing dead center, his face inches from the elevator door. There's no one else within two feet of him, and a minute's observation shows why - every thirty seconds or so, a violent twitch contorts his body in various directions. He does not seem to notice or care, even when he repeatedly hits his head on the door in front of him. Clang!

Sticking out below his trenchcoat, one can see legs covered with expensive slacks and feet covered with a mix of sandals and newspaper. His short hair is very, very messy - it's not clear what color it was originally. Or is now, for that matter. If the elevator door had eyes, it would see that he is not wearing a shirt under his coat. He is, however, wearing a tie and flak vest - first impressions are important. During the bits where he's not flailing about, he's fiddling with his glasses, which are very small, very round, very yellow, and clearly not functional.

He's muttering to himself, and someone listening hard enough should be able to hear:

"Patience comes to those who waits" repeated over and over again.

[copatt]

Serena struggles not to make eye contact with the others in the elevator-- odd given that her eyes and face are probably her most attractive features.

A quadruped about the size of a small pony, most of Serena's body is covered in long, shaggy brown hair. Her legs are thick and straight, like tree trunks; each ends in five short, undextrous toes. She has a long, leathery neck topped by the head of an attractive woman. Long, dark brown curls frame her heart-shaped face. She is not smiling.

A golden disk hangs around her neck.

[DeepFriedWyzard]

Ugh, organic creatures are disgusting! Wait, did I say that out loud? Seeing no response from the crowd. Okay, good. It was a bit of an ironic thing for her to say really, given how many of their mannerisms she tended to take on. But robots could do anything better than a human, or... whatever that thing with the human face on it was, could do. Robots were even better at being lazy than humans, if they set all parameters to do so. However, laziness was not the logical option for now. Even robots needed money to afford to sit around charging up all day, but apparently making your own money was frowned upon, as if it hurt anyone.

Rena was leaning casually into the corner of the elevator, propped on one foot, her knee bent, not dissimilar to the cigarette-cowboy in the commercials. Her body was a dark, brushed gold tone, her proportions quite feminine, impossibly so. Tiny waist, babybot got back!enormous hips, and a bust to match. The outer casing of her head was shaped vaguely like human hair frozen with hairspray; combined with her green lens-eyes, she almost looked like an armored woman wearing goggles.

She made a small coughing sound, as if she were clearing her throat. The gesture served no purpose other than to jab at the absurdly awkward silence. How in robot hell did I end up with such a pack of freakish hobos?

[badhorse]

OOC Frag: Are we the only dudes in the elevator?

[Caput]

When Mu sees the man hitting his head on the door, he quickly stops flicking his hand and shoves it into his pocket. Clearly some kind of muscle or brain condition. He'll think I'm mocking him! Dammit, why is it so hard to do the lightening thing?

His eyes discreetly wander to Serena's neck. She seems interesting. Needs cheering up though. I doubt she'd appreciate being accosted in the elevator so maybe I'll think of something later.

Finally, he considers Rena. What's she? I guess she's trying to look human or something? Probably has a thing for human dudes. Wait, are any of these people even armed? I was hoping they'd be more... serious-looking, to balance me out.

He turns to Serena, but speaks to everyone. "So, what do you all do? I'm a martial artist, myself, but I prefer to settle things before it comes to that.

[badhorse]

As soon as Mu speaks, Ringo's twitching and muttering ceases. He spins on his heel to face the group, and declares in a low, dramatic voice: "I shoot first."

He grabs his revolver and plasma pistol from their respective holsters and...

Dice Sleight of Hand check (use like perform skill):

d20+5

(14)+5

Total = 19

twirls them around on his index fingers like a cowboy. He tosses them up into the air, barely catches them, and reholsters both simultaneously.

"And I have a few tricks up my sleeve." He flourishes dramatically and yelps a quick incantation, and suddenly a tuba appears in his hands. "Oops. Wrong one." he mutters to himself. He tosses the tuba carelessly in the corner of the elevator (away from people).

"I have a lot of contacts. I hear a lot of things." It's clear this is meant to be impressive.

[copatt]

In contrast to Ringo's flurry of activity, Serena slowly twists her long, leathery neck around to face the amn with the tail and the wrappings around his hand and feet. Her hair falls down in front of her face, but there's nothing she can readily do about it. I have studied the basics of magic, she answers. Then, tentatively, she adds, my name's Serena.

[Fragmaster01]

OOC Yes, it's just you four and the tuba.

The instrument lands with a musical *twonnnng* in the corner of the lift. A cardboard sign hangs in front of you: 97m. Next stop: Disc Exploratory Society - Help Wanted. A scaled bat of some sort hangs from the sign, attempting to see who these newcomers are, and whether they are edible.

[DeepFriedWyzard]

"The poor thing..." Rena mutters to herself, "He could've been anything he set his mind to, even an astronaut." She knew she wasn't actually speaking to a fellow machine, but she liked to think all mechanical devices had the potential for robothood. If she had eyebrows, her face would've had a disgruntled expression when the crazed homeless began twirling live plasma guns around. However, she knew she take a few hot blasts to the chassis before taking his head off with the greataxe stored in her robo-bedonka-donktrunk.

Her interest was piqued was she heard the girl... thing, was a magic user. If Rena could get over how much the girls body weirded her out, she would like to ask her more about the craft. However, her attention was now drawn to this strange hanging creature. She

Dice Sense Motive:

d20+2

(1)+2

Total = 3

wondered if it would be hostile or not, but her hand was ready on her axe handle, just in case.

[copatt]

Spying the scaled bat, Serena instinctively takes a step back. The elevator shakes under her weight, and she nearly trips over her thick, clumsy legs. Does anybody know what that thing is? Actually, do any of you know anything about this Disc Exploratory Society, what we're doing here?

[badhorse]

"Actually, I took this job because I don't have any idea who these people are. Lately people I know have seemed a bit... irritable. Not sure why." Ringo thumbs his nose casually and turns to size up the strange hanging creature. "As for the bat...

Dice Knowledge (Nature) check:

d20+3

(18)+3

Total = 21

"... it is scaly and horrible."

OOC His bat comment may change if Frag decides to give me information from my knowledge check. If Ringo failed or Frag doesn't want to bother with it, it'll stay the way it is. I may use this strategy every time Ringo wants to make a Knowledge check (which may be often; he is a bard after all), so that it doesn't slow down gameplay.

"What I'm wondering is why this thing is going down so far. I'm not some kind of nerd, but isn't 97 meters sort of a lot?"

[Caput]

Mu nods to Serena. "I'm Mu. I don't know very much, no, but enough, hopefully. I do know we'll be exploring parts of the disc that aren't on record, reporting back, getting paid and hopefully not being eaten by robots... I'm not sure 97 meters is really that far. It's a big disc."

Mu shuffles closer to the bat. "This guy thinks you're horrible. Is that true?"

[Fragmaster01]

Ringo: It's just a mutant bat. It would make for a good pet if you live in dark places.

Mu: The bat has no comment on people's horribleness.

All: You reach a new sign. 101 meters - Disc Exploratory Society. Mind the gap. There's a small landing here, with a set of dark grey steel double doors here. A block of what appears to be styrofoam has been stuffed into the gap between the elevator and the landing; you have doubts about its stability.

The landing is lit by dim green lines of light around the edges, like an airplane's emergency lighting. The bat does not follow you down here.