[Game Thread] Wherein Everything Goes Kablooey

[Fragmaster01]

Current Location: The Effervescent
Time: 12:52 Shipboard Time.

 

Iss too early. Okay, so the Dithyramb is out of food, and lack of food is evil. That's still no reason to make you wander out into the station to find food for yourself. If only they'd let you go shopping, you could teach them the wonders of wiggle-style cooking. But no, they say something about diarrhea and send the dockworker to go buy food instead.
Your eyes briefly take sight of a sign telling you that you're in A-21. You feel the need to lop off the 2 and just have A-1, which is good steak sauce that can be guzzled like a twinkie. Ah well, you'll find something. A-21 looks kinda like a shopping mall, except with those gaudy viewscreens above your wiggle that give the impression of letting you see space(whereas they're not actually windows, because windows let fireworks run into them and make the air go woosh. The guards never got over that one.)
There's also some conveyor belts at the center of the wiggle area, that yank people away to other places. You recall the last time the evil belt tried to steal your tail, and its impressive immunity to your insult throwing skills.

Current Quest: Discover food.
Description: Sunshine has been banned from shopping for the whole ship. Thus, he is to buy his own damn food. Find some, and teach it who's boss.

 

Despite your best efforts, the fridge has failed to spontaneously produce food, and thus you are forced to leave the comfort of the hacker den in search of proper consumables. Well, it's a bit of a walk, but A-21 has some restaurants, as well as a grocery store if you're feeling the need to cook for yourself. The place is a bunch of white and silver metal, as usual, with a few planters in the middle of the walkway giving the impression that you're in a mall in space, rather than a functioning station. Not all that crowded, though still enough people to be annoying.

Current Quest: Obtain food.
Description: Even great hackers need food to properly function. Prepare yourself for upcoming money-making by filling yourself with proper nom.

 

Great, the suits are still lagging on getting you all set up. How are you supposed to be a security guard if they won't let you work? Or more importantly, how are you supposed to eat without them paying you? This needs some fixing, Klikam style.
You're currently in section A-21, resembling more of a shopping mall than anything else. Ah well, it's the fastest way to the main offices from where you're shacking. Terrans and Selaani wander about everywhere, making you look a little out of place. A-21... the closest bridge to the center section is A-15, so about half a mile's walk. You briefly think about hopping on the nifty conveyor belts that haul people around the station, but it's better exercise to just walk it. Not like it's that far.

Current Quest: Bitch at your boss.
Description: He hired a security guard, but until they actually get you set up, you can't guard, and he can't pay. This needs fixing.

 

Whew, made it. Guards didn't even look too hard at your 'visa', such as it is. Still, now you need to find some way to get settled here, or at least get work. The money on you isn't going to last too long.
You're currently in section A-21, wherever that is. It's a little ways away from the dock you came in on, and has some lovely vents for you to sleep in and get cozy when you need a nap(running below the floorboards. Pop one up, drop in, achieve nap). Mostly Terrans and Selaani wander about the place, though the occasional foreigner exists. Also, food shops everywhere. You highly approve.

Current Quest: Obtain Money
Description: You've managed to stow away onto the Effervescent. However, your current funds aren't very sufficient. Get some moneys.

 

Awesomesauce. Your shift has finally ended, and you can get out of that damn dock. You're currently a few sections over, in a place the station happily tells you is A-21, without being so courteous as to provide a map. Still, there are restaurants here, and restaurants come with booze and food. Two great things that could certainly help such a space marine sooth his needs.
The place looks like a shopping mall more than anything. Planters in the middle of the walkway, conveyors belts beside it for quick travel, and shops everywhere. Also, mostly Terrans and Selaani, though a few foreigners fiddle about here and there. A Terran guard eyes your equipment warily, but he's seen you before and knows you're allowed to have it on you.

Current Quest: Obtain Booze
Description: Your shift is over, and now it's time to party! Acquire 1 party, and have it.

Post your responses in spoiler tags while the party is separated.

[MCP]

On the subject of fine consumables:

 

Ugh. Going out? And interacting with people? Blasphemy.

...Well, that download of Space Tentacle Voyager 11,847 will still take an hour or so. Might as well make the most of things, given Sennesel's had a nap already today. Ambling along on four legs minus everything but a deftly-hidden HF knife in his backpack slung over over uppermost shoulders, the white-furred Selaani talks to himself in Selaan as he decides on which place to eat. Quite a tall, lanky drink of water even when on four of his six limbs, he sports a semi-circular mark dyed into his fur under his left eye and a similar albeit more complex marking around his right topmost wrist, both in black. The simulated chicken at that one is alright when it's deepfried, but that place has real Alakim chittimak. A bit pricier, and of course things are tight what with the passage he had to buy to the station. Stopping in front of one of the places and going through his current funds, he tries to decide which option to go with.

[hobocommando]

 

Severely upset by the current situation I want to take the fastest route possible to my boss which seems to be bridge A-15. I'm going to ignore everything around me until I reach my destination I.E. my boss.

[Caput]

 

Avoiding the evil belts and only partly hypnotised by the screens, Sunshine looks for food. Not, boring food, you understand, but real, exciting food. A little of the normal stuff is in order, but it's the strange stuff that's most interesting. Flowers made out of cold meat. That would be the thing. Space-turkey origamified into flowers and seasoned with chemicals. Failing that, it'll have to be a nice, practica- Ooh. What's THAT?

Sunshine enters the store with the highest number of pretty lights.

[Fragmaster01]

 

The reasonably faked chicken is a bit cheaper on the pocketbook. Not to mention the line at the Lovely Alakim. Seems everyone's figured out they have proper food nowadays.
A skinny Alak goes trundling by you in his rush to get on the conveyors going down-section. Silly people should learn to respect other's space.

 

Walk faster, walk faster. Silly people crowding the belts, walk faster...
Your mental theater of what should be done to your superior is interrupted by a sudden increase in beeps from your communicator. Okay, so technically it's not supposed to be running, but you like to stay informed. And if you recall the words spouted at you last week, beeps like that mean someone's calling Dispatch about something. It's getting to about a beep every second, if not faster. Oddness.
Well, they did say something about being able to listen in on the live channel... if you can actually find the button on something small enough to chill in your ear.

 

You squiggle towards the Astro Chicken, home of reasonably faked foods at affordable prices. They've even got entertainment!(A terran child climbing on one of the cashiers, demanding a specific kind of Star Child toy with his meal, while the parent idles between amusement and worry.) Too bad this kind doesn't have the playground, it's so much fun to wiggle through the tubes and surprise kids.

[Caput]

 

"Eh, this'll do. At least the chicken is made out of chicken. Even if they do do stuff to it 'till it's not." Sunshine remembers trying to eat weird sausage meat stuff that had so little animal product in it that it resulted in a lighting fast trip to the bathroom. Tasted good though. Everything Sunshine isn't allowed to eat tastes good.
The strange creature sways and writhes between the customers, with little regard for personal space, never slowing down or touching anybody.

When it reaches the queue, it stands there and waits with everyone else. "Queue queue."

Sunshine intends to order a blue soda or a popsi, and bucket of chickenballs. Like nuggets, but they fly better and come in more flavours. Well done, the future, for doing even sillier things to chicken.

[hobocommando]

 

Refusing to allow his duty to be dictated by lazy brass Klikam scrambles to find whatever button is needed in order to listen in on the call.

Dice Roll:

d20

6

OOC Not gonna lie, I don't remember the bonuses for spot checks. I don't have my books with me. Also, considering you're latest OOC comment. If you would like me to stop posting until people get it in gear just say so. You're the DM man.

[Felyx Zephyr]

 

Better... but still unbelievably human.

Ah well. Nobody knows me yet, time for a fresh start. Lilith almost cackled outloud in the middle of the street at the prospect of her ever changing her ways. No. It would be rough getting used to the new place. It might ease up a little of the pressure if she did something familiar.

Gotta eat... she pulled out her empty pockets. Gotta get me some gold.

She loved the archaism. She supposed that she would like gold more. So mallabule, so precious to so many people.

Don't get distracted. Gotta focus. Time to engage in the oldest and most respected profession. Lilith explored the restraunts on the cheaper side of town. It was always those that had recently been poor that payed out the best. She liberates a cup and sits somewhere on a sidewalk.

Nothing better than leaving it up to Fortuna for the day. Lilith sat there with a sad, forlorned look on her face, taking in every aspect of every person that walked by to occupy her mind.

I'll leave the job for another day.

 

OOC: Gonna sit there for a couple of hours trying to earn a well deserved meal.

[MCP]

 

Giving the Alakim a somewhat rude gesture, Sennesel turns and decides to avoid the line at the restaurant serving actual food. It's overrated anyway. Plunking a few credits down for the Efficiency Chicken Meal (no, seriously, that's what it's called), the Selaani finds his way on over to one of the tables without humanoid chairs to settle onto four limbs and eat some reasonably priced and extremely synthetic synthesized and pressed chicken patty. Mission Accomplished.

[Fragmaster01]

 

You give the sad lonely little Terran at the counter your shinies, and he hands you a delightful meal of chicken things. While they are supposedly Chicken-Balls, these tend to be oblong shape. Still, they seem to be acceptably aerodynamic in case a food fight should drop by and say hi, and that's all that really matters.
Moneys: -5c

 

There we go, found it. At least, there are voices in your head now, and presumably you're not suddenly insane.
There's way too much talk on the open channel to really make anything out for a few seconds. Eventually someone gives a dramatic yell to shut up and let people talk.
"Just get a lockdown over here, now's not a time to talk!" Your Alak friend is cut off for a second by the lovely sound of a plasma rifle coming from his comm, and a few choice words that are generally assumed to be inappropriate for a security guard to be saying. It would be really nice if these things told you where the person talking was talking from. This fun bit of gunfire could be anywhere on the station, really. Not anywhere in earshot of you, thankfully, but...

OOC Well, I'm just gonna try to take it slower than usual for our Reaper friend who hasn't been on the site at all since the 5th. If no such luck is had at his return, then we'll just be shy a person until such time as we get an applicant to replace.

 

Someone helpfully throws a used napkin in your cup. Gee, thanks.
In your spottings of doom, you note that one of the security guards by the conveyor belt, some bug person, is fiddling hurriedly with his communicator. Oh goody, maybe you'll get to see some good old-fashioned space police brutality. Just as long as they're not talking about you. Oh Astro-Chicken, they probably are. Or maybe they're just trying to psyche you out... don't they have better things to do!?!

 

You obtain what the menu claims are... chicken-balls? Honestly, you preferred the stuff that kinda looked like it coulda come from a chicken, if only because the bratty kids around the place had a chance to choke on it. You dodge that creepy looking snake person that's always wiggling about and conversing with the artificial plant life. He's not really paying attention to where he's going, rather intent on his fantasies of chicken carnage.
Sadly, he squirms out of the way before the urge to step on his tail fully forms in your brain. Alas.
Moneys: -5c

[Felyx Zephyr]

 

Lilith pics up a few small rocks or bits of trash from around her, examining each of them for weight. anything small and strong or substantial enough to break glass.

Damn... They are calling the cops on me already. What kinda back up are they running? I'm a single person? Did they catch my Visa after all? Seeing what Lilith is up to? Why would *I* be immediately suspected? These places are all the same! Freakin' satellites. Gotta figure out a way outta here in case I need to make a quick escape. Like finely tuned machines, Lilith scans the entire area of any alleyways that might be good for running down.

Gotta be quick, they aren't going to nail me again.

[hobocommando]

 

OOC Fair enough mate.

"****". With all this trouble there must be some sort of commotion. Klikam looks around the station for TV modules for any indication of the event. Also attempting to listen to any bystander giving any sort of information about the event itself.

[Caput]

 

"Thanks, person!" Sunshine wiggles off, whistling pop music. Occasionally, it pauses the music to toss a ball of chicken into the air, catch it and chomp it. No sense in paying attention to where it's heading. One always ends up somewhere sooner or later. It's like putting the station on shuffle.

[The Smarter Pie]

 

Jup puts his hands together, reaches over his head and cracks a number of joints. 'Fine time for a drink. Ain't it?' He opts for a low-key joint, somewhere to relax without worrying he won't be rolled over for his gear if he has a few too many. Plan is to order an appetizer plate and a few brews to get started, choosing a larger table to invite any wayward strangers for a drink and a laugh. Jup loves new drinking pals wherever he may be!

Rolling perception, just in case:

Dice Roll:

1d20+4

(18)+4

Total = 22

[Fragmaster01]

 

No such luck from around you, though the open channel has now resumed its fun chaos. Still, you do note the highest up lights in the sector(and the ones around it)turning off. Doesn't drop the illumination level, but frees more power for elsewhere in the grid. You vaguely recall that this is done for things that need lots of power, like lockdowns or using the station's guns.

 

You meander off to a fun little bar nearby. Selaani place, but they make good booze. The appetizers are a bit odd, but they do have a few Terran places for people such as you. Victory!

OOC Try to not put dice rolls in the game thread. DnDOG gets angry if you edit a post with rolls in it, calling you a filthy filthy cheater and such. So, dice rolls in the dice thread, thus we can do what we wish over here where the cool kids are.

 

Well, this is annoying. Silly clean stations with no rocks around. They've got something going on with the local glassmakers, making sure nothing gets broken. A few access tunnels, but this station's also designed to be a long round walkway. Great, they just can't do anything right around here.

 

A rousing mental chorus of Mr. Wonderful goes through your mind, as images of the chicken-balls joining in for a dance number flittle about. Om nom nom.

 

The station gives a quick shake and warble. Nothing too fancy, but you're vaguely sure that's not supposed to happen.