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((Flexibility check 17 stage 4))
http://gamingoutpost.com/discussions/topic/kyler-kruisin/page/6
*You arrive in a garden, you see stars outside and a sun, you are laying in a flowerbed, it smells nice, you however don't.*
No, no I do not, and I still haven't shaved or cut my hair. I'll hang out for a second, get my bearings and whatnot, then I'll adjust my hat and walk to my tent.
*Your tent is setup in a grassy area, as well as your other stuff, your 3 foot long hair and footlong beard flutter in the air as you move.*
*You see a family gawking at you, they are having a nice picnic in space.....you look up, yes you see space, and the sun, looking out through transparent panels. They are dressed in matching jumpsuits*
Quick question; I was sewing quite a bit in that world, I assume I brought the sewing needles and thread I used with me?
I will put down my tent, gather my things together, then approach the "fatherly" person among the family and ask in a quiet, hopefully non-theatening voice, "Excuse my intrusion, sir, but you wouldn't happen to have a razor, would you?"
*You have a sowing bag, you have all that you need, the cryoprison did keep all the items a reformed person would need to do their jobs, you bag has things to sow, weave, crochet, and materials to do so. It's like a santa sack.*
*He looks at you and responds hesitantly*
"I do not know what a razor is sir."
*He looks to be in a state of panic and abstract fear*
"I apologize if my appearance is startling, sir. I would like an instrument with which to trim my hair, and was asking if you had one in your possession."
*He shakes his head*
"I have a sonic trimmer in my quarters, but not with me."
*His eyes go from one hatch to another, fear gripping his face*
"Ah. I see. Thank you anyway. Please excuse my interruption."
I'm going to head for one of the hatches, hauling my gear.
*The hatches open up before you get there, armored jumpsuited people this time, one in charge speaks up*
"In the name of peace of The Utopia Station, come with us trespasser."
"My apologies. I do not mean any trespass." I accompany them.
*They take you to the holding area, they strip your clothes off and incinerate them and give you a device and point you to what looks to be a shower*
"Please bathe yourself before we continue."
I am VERY disappointed that they burned my armor, to the point that I seriously consider fighting, but resist the urge.
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I clean myself; this device, does it seem to be some sort of "sonic razor?" If so, I'll try to figure out how it works and take off my head hair and face hair all the way.
*You didn't give me the impression you were wearing it, they will um toss it in the shower with you, they still want it not to stink*
*You have problems with the razor, someone shows you how to use it, you still can't figure it out, they are agitated and give you a buzzcut and take away your beard, then direct you to the shower, they wash their hands many times in the meantime, you do manage to get the shower yo work*
((Rolls 76, 83, 16))
whew. Yeah, by my armor I meant my, ah, recent armor; I was wearing it when I went to do battle with the raiders, and haven't changed since. I will work on cleaning it as well, since I do love to clean things. A buzzcut is fine; can't really get it grabbed, and that's the point.
I'm glad to be able to clean myself properly.
*You get done with your shower, they give you time to put on a jumpsuit they have provided you, and wait for you to appear*
"I am Captain Ajax, security commander for the peaceful station of Utopia, you are not a resident, how did you get here?"
"Sir, the truth is less believable than a lie, Captain, sir."
*He looks impatient*
"Give them both, and I will be the one who decided."
"I'm an interdimensional traveller. When I die, my possessions and body materialize in another universe. I have no control over where I appear.
"I woke up here. I can remember my name and that's really about it. I have no idea where I came from or what's going on here.
"Either way, whichever you find more believable, I'm terribly sorry for interrupting your day, and certainly did not wish to disturb your peace."
*He thinks about both for a minute or two and then says*
"Well I suppose either story is equally bad. This is a peaceful station, so we would need your agreement in order to keep the peace. Once we have that agreement we can issue you, your equipment, quarters and work on job assignments. Or you can stay in the brig till at such time, we get resupplied. Your choice."
"I seek only peace. I mean no harm to anyone here, and will certainly help out however I can to make up for the inconvenience of my presence. I have skills, I can stitch, cook, clean, knit, train animals for shows... (mumbles) train martial arts..."
*He nods, and takes out a metal collar, and a keycard, you see he has the same collar on his neck his has a brown light on it, he looks to be programming into the PC*
"Full name, Age, I will get your job skill sets entered, how good are you with computers, you didn't mention that?"
"My full name is Arziay.
"Age, uh... thirty... ish.
"I'm actually pretty good with computers."
*He sighs heavily*
"We will figure out what you can do tomorrow, let you get acquainted with your surroundings. Ok I am putting on your collar, it is programmed."
*He asks you to put your head forward, and he secures the collar around your neck, it shrinks down to snug, and you feel slight pinpricks for a moment*
"That's normal for your neuro inhibitor collar, violent action is reinforced away with a jolt of juice. Everyone has to wear them, it has made our society peaceful and tranquil for over 200 years now."
*you look down and your light is red*
"The collar is also your key to your quarters and grants you access through doors. The utopia station has a pretty open access policy, with only several areas offlimits, like this area, the armory, command level. We find with the collars, we don't have much work to do, it's a pretty easy job."
*he smiles and puts his hands behind his head and his feet on the desk*
Ah, no... before he puts the collar on me, I want to know what it does, and when he tells me, I look in deep thought for a moment annd respond, "All due respect, sir, the brig is sounding mighty good right now. I've been a lot of places, but I only ever gave up my freedom of thought one time, and I wasn't happy about it, so I stopped. I'll not be wearing any neural inhibitor."
*He nods*
"To the brig you go then."
*It is an 8 foot by 4 foot cell, bed, sink, toilet*
*Day 1 of the brig is done, you get three meals*
Good, good. I will be spending my time working out and keeping up with my forms, glad in the knowledge that I am the master of my own thoughts.
I'd like to try to create a martial arts style, slow and extremely defensive, adverse to weapons, vital area based, basing it on sacrificing damage I deal to a large extent in exchange for a greater chance to avoid incoming blows and damage. (Would you like me to post the mechanics I would like for it, or do you want to take care of that end?)
((Nah you can do the legwork, you might be able to do a style in this small cell but other physical attribute work would be hard to do in here))
Just doing, you know, push ups, crunches, leg lifts, squats, running in place, jumping jacks, stuff I can do in a confined space.
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Untouchable: weapon adverse, slow defensive, rf1, 20 defensive sm, 40 defensive damage mod, -20 offensive damage mod B7@1
That's fine, but with no trainer, and in a confined space, it will take 3x normal do get a point up.
*Day 2, three meals given to you*
I'll just continue doing as I've been doing.
*Day 3, someone comes in to talk to the Commander, she is cute, she is there for about 10 minutes, three meals served.*
I feel for other versers when I see her.
She's also wearing a collar?
Continue my strenuous activity.
*She is wearing a color, it is red, you only feel the scriff senses to your belongings, none that you have not accounted for.*
*Day 4, boring day, 3 meals, they take you out to take a shower, then back in*
That's good, about no other versers. It makes me wonder after Cass, and how she's doing, whether she and Darla are together somewhere, or seperate... no point worrying about it now. Looks like I'm... alone again.
I'll continue with my training.
((It's one of those things, you suggested a separation, Cass in her mind is still your follower, Darla will get bored and move on, so if you start to voice missing her, then the likelihood of reuniting is almost a given))
*You sit in your cell thinking about Cass and Darla, but I suspect more Cass, Darla was a fun girl, but hasn't gone through what Cass did with you.*
*Day 5, weapons training, ((the range is close to the cell, since they haven't had a use for it till now)), you see their collars go from brown to green, as they hone their skills with what look to be Pistols and Rifles, shooting something like bullets, but at a speed almost 20 times the speed of sound, leaving a small sonic boom every time they fire. They also get out some other rifles, that look to shoot black things that consume whatever they touch. Most exciting day yet.*