*Scowling slightly he leered off to the others that bounded off for food "freaks...." he said under his breath as he waited for a reply from the boss."dat it iv'e had it!" he said as he began hoisting himself out of the pants moving around upon his two large muscular arms "here will do..."lowering himself down he lay back up against a wall watching over the slig and the glukkon with a shrug "not my fault...dey need fixing...." puling out a pack of lung busters "smoke?" wheezing slightly as he slid one under the mass of tentacles he called a mouth and lit up.

"So Boss my new pantz...will they be off ma work tab...or can you fix this pill of rubbish?" he asked pointing over to the battered pants that hissed and smoked emitting all kinds of horrid noises. "ya know i'll work for it boss...i can do security or ya know...gaurd the front door and give the smack down on any mud that tries to leave....." laughing obnoxiously before giving into a harsh coughing fit. it was pretty clear this slig had some bad health problems "i'm...fine....i dun need no doctor....Especially no Vykkers.....chop me up they will.." he said. repeating the same sentence to himself over and over again.


Scanning the room for a moment he shifted back to his feet to make his way over to the head glukkon arnie "So then...." he said looking down to him having to tilt his head off to the side to get a proper view of him up close "whadd'ya say?"

(( ooc: If anyone has some Good Rp tips please do send them to me in pm. i could really use em xD ))

OOC: Muse! Great to see you back here! Hilarious return-post there. Wonder when they will arrive back to the factory.

Her post, you mean.

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"Sure, robot's can't feel any pain. But they recognise it when someone's doing damage to them." said Rick, casting a glance at RG. He was still standing in the middle of the corridor, although his arm gave a small twitch. "He seems alright at some rate." thought Rick.

Then he looked back at Goresplatter, who was ranting about the pipe he tore out from its place. "What are you talking about? There's no steam coming from the pipe I've broken, see?" He pointed at the remains of the pipe on the wall. "I couldn't hold it if it was holding steam inside, could I?"

Apparently, Goresplatter was unconcerned about Rick's explanation, becuase he got himself into a frenzy-like state. His sudden change of mood was rather scary to Rick. He backed away even further, holding the pipe in front of him. "Hey, what's up with you? You OK?" he asked.

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Arnie listened to Ark, while Otto snorted when he heard the Mudokon's abilities. "Much use that'll have around here." he noted.

"Shut it, Otto." snapped Arnie, then turned to Ark. "I guess those are all... Native abilities. Possession is not advised around here, just like in most Industrial plants. Surely, you can understand that." he said.

A BigBro Slig came into view, speaking with a strong accent, asking what he should do. Arnie spoke to Ark first. "Go and meet the other Mudukons in the Grinding Station. I'll be there in a mo'."

Then he turned to the BigBro. "So, you're new around here. You should go to the Cafeteria and ask #7 Slig about your job, he's Head of Security around here." he said. "And I think you might be able to find new pants in the Storage."

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OOC: It's just this now, I'll post some more later.

OOC: Tee-hee, my post needs altering too. I'd forgotten Muse was a girl. Darn absent-mindedness.
IC:
Arthur turned to Jade. "I'm talkin' to sokme Chroniclers, trying ta patnet my new recipe."
He returned to the reciever, then jumped when he realised there was an answer!
"Woah!..........Oh yeah, uh, Hi. Erm, I'm Arthur....The Slig. And I' mwanting ter patent uh.... a new recipe for Intern food. Howsiyt gonna work? Do I send you the details and you draw up the Patentin', or d'you have to come here to do it. Only I'm trying to set a cooking business in motion. Oh yeah, so I'd like a company name for that too. What food an' business names an' titles are there that aren't taken?"
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Dek watched the Fuzzle, then answered Praetyre. "Told you it'd work. Anyway, there should be some knockout gas through in the Lab storage room in there. I was using some not that lnog ago, I can't think what's happened to it. Slap, can you remember where it is? Also, are you sure you want to use Stuey? You remember the....pregnancy incident with him a while ago? Arthur's perfectly healthy, although I suspect he's rather sick of being a test subject. How about #7 Slig?"
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Dean headed off in the direction of the Storage area.

OOC: That's it for now. Maybe more tomorrow.

Praetyre listened to his superior, trying to supress laughter at the mention of Slig pregnancy. He then walked over to the storage room, trying to open it. It was locked, so Praetyre looked around the room for it, picking it up near the door. He opened the storage room door, then looked around, picking out a broken security box near the front of a row. He disassembled it, carefully laying the broken parts where they had been and extracting the gas bag.

Praetyre then walked out, walking over to Slap and gently handing him the gas bag.
"Is the gas going to be a controlled or generic administration? If it's generic, we should probably either get filters of some kind or drink dangerous amounts of Expresso."

Slap looked at Dek both embrassment and an upset way. The whole incident made him rather bad and sick. He had still not forgiven himself for making such a mistake from yesterday. In fact, he had been thinking about it all night that he was up, frustrated with his poor ability to see what a professional could see. He had sat down in that thought and typed on his laptop, "Praetyre, please do not ask about what this Slig pregentcy incident was about. I'm still rather upset about the whole thing. Dek, you can tell him, but not in front of me."

Slap tried discuss with himself on the subject of whether or not to use Stuey as the subject for genetic material transplant. He thought it might have been a good idea, so in order to prove himself right, he sat up straight and looked into moniter displaying the abnormalities of Stuey's systems.

Slap faced Dek and typed again on his laptop, "From this moniter, I can conclude that Stuey's blood works and construction of cells for tissue are being effected by the Chemical X from yesterday. Not really the area where I am trying to focus on in Stuey. However, going into his head could mean one of two things. It could mean that this really won't effect Stuey in any manner, or it could result in me disrupting a fragile process going though Stuey. I could say for certain that the area where I will be working in will not be affecting the conscious of Stuey, which where the development is taking place. All this would mean is that I would need to be extermily careful when dealing with his head.

Yet you prove a point. I need to be extra careful when dealing with this subject, yet it would help to have a different Slig. Nevertheless I have done even more riskier operations, and I'm sure that I am making a good choice, since I will need to extract him with medince that will help his system recover from the operation and the past one. If you truly are concern, let me put this way; something might happen to Stuey, maybe not. I'm pretty sure nothing will happen, since the tissue will be fixed together in the operation. There is always riskes, and this is just one. Besides, a Slig on duty is needed, not one that is just sleeping. Just trust me, and all will go as planned."

Slap remembered what Praetyre had brought up and he replied (through typing), "Yes, it will be controlled, since he will be given enough gas to secure all activities in his body to become resistant to pain. So, I will just set up some of the machines over head to cut up the two and I will become the surgery."
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Oscar listened to the stumbling Slig and heard a business opprunity. He got excited and thought about what is to happen. He discussed with the Slig, "Well, I will need to get my stuff prepared and I will go to Rupture Farms. It seems more formal to do the business with your boss and any of your assistants working with you. I will get there, by say, tonight? Alert your boss and any of your employees to set up the cooking business. On the company name thing, most of the names have been named after the facility's name. So how about this: 'Arthur's Homemade Intern's Meals! Right from Rupture Farms' loving crew!' We get more business like in person. Any more questions?"
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Isaac finished mopping up the wet floor and moved his barrel onto the conveyor belt that Matthew was on. He saw him talking to that rude Mudokon he saw earlier. He ignored the two and decided to work on the meat with Mike and Joel.

Going to the R+R...
 

ic:*Shickwayla and Opple finished up their lunch then decided to go drop their stuff off at the R+R and change into some comfortable,yet stylish work clothes*
Opple:"Oh,that was good!I think that was the best Scrab I've ever had!"
Shickwayla:"Me too!"*Gets up from the table*"I think we had better put all of our things in that R+R place the Slig told us about,then get some worki'n girl clothes on.Whatta ya say?"
Opple:"Sounds like a plan to me.Lets find this place."*both walk out of the cafeteria dodging glances from the Sligs and Mudokons all around*

Praetyre replied to Slap;
"Well, let's begin."
Praetyre turned to his superior;
"Sir, should I monitor and assist, Slap do the main operation, and you supervise?"

Hello, I am new here, can I get a guide? I need a job you see, and I need a slig guide, but I do have arms.

OOC:
*sigh* I understand you're new here, but do you really have to act like you don't know how things are done here? Those people who read the RPG Rules have the basic knowledge of RPing, and they don't start off with posts like this. It's clear that you didn't even read a single post back.

Sorry about this Zero, but you're not the first with this problem, and it gets annoying over time. Check this thread and read it through if you want to roleplay.

Goresplatter seemed to be having some sort of fit. Just before he looked as though his head would explode, his muscles tensed and he stepped forward, just to the right of Rick. He swung his fist into the step and punched a considerable dent in the wall. Something snapped, possibly his knuckles. He took out another cigar and put it is his mouth. He calmed down a little.
"Those Vykkers... never something for nothing..." He continued to speak under his breath for a while, then looked toward Rick.
"Sorry, I've been in a boiler accident before - I don't like to talk about it, but let's just say it was caused by something little I happened to overlook. It was a cigar factory, I will say that - they gave me a neverending supply of these babies for compensation."
He sat slumped in the corner for a while. His knuckle was in his tentacles in thought. Finally he said; "What could those guys have put in me this time? I'm pretty damn sure I was over my testosterone problem, it's what they went in there to fix! Think, Slig, think!"

"kay bossman i just gots'da do some things first...." he muttered in that odd tone of a voice "don't mind me..." he said as he shuffled himself back into the pants and headed off it was clear that the pants where in pretty bad shape "i have permission to modifies my pants right sir?" he asked looking over his shoulder for a moment slightly concerned "It'll still be coming out my paycheck anyways.."

Sooner or later he managed to find the door to the storage facilities. "here we go..." he muttered pushing open the door with a look of glee upon his face. if ever a slig shown some signs of emotion it would be now "Awsomes!" he yelled out in utter excitement immediately pulling himself out of the wretched worn out pants he slunk over and began shifting through the mounds and mounds of rubbish until he eventually found what he was looking for "Woah these are the new models?" asked himself running a finger along the dusty box. tilting his head off to one side "hm...lets see..." tinkering with the odd new technology "hmp...if i just...." he said to himself unscrewing a bolt that attached the rubber ball to the rest of the "leg" he set to work on his new pair of pants making quite the bit of noise as he thumped and thudded around.

Dionysia made it down to the ground floor and was halfway to the cafeteria when she ran into Shickwayla and Opple. She was confused, having not seen a steef before, but she wasn't the sort to show it so instead she demanded in an unpleasant voice, "Who the Hell are you?"

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Krik was rapidly losing control of the situation, so he switched to a smooth voice he used occasionally to calm frightened animals and other lower forms of life, "I'm not lying to you. I'm sorry I got angry before, I just don't want to see another one of her victims break down. Her problem isn't so much flirting as... trying to deceive the people around her. Surely she must have led you on to some extent to make you feel like this for her, even if it was by playing hard to get.
"Surely it's obvious that Dionysia has flaws: her mood swings and her poor abitilty to cope with pain. She was made to trick mudokons but she tries to do so with everyone else as well. I've known this girl her whole life; I know her best."
He certainly did know her best, and he knew just what he wanted to do with her for endangering their lives and jobs like this again.

Gappiqu was losing patience with Krik. He didn't believe what he had been saying one bit, since he had knew what Dionysia had been saying to him and it didn't seem like she was anything like what Krik was describing.
He barked, "Really? Well, what about all the things she has been saying?! She has been making me and every single one of my brothers look unimportant! Saying that she is more important than all of us put together with the fact that she was created and was the only successful copy!! And with that in mind, she made it look like I was a no one!! And I'm not thinking it was part of her programming to go over and save me from getting arrestted by an Intern! Even an experiment who tests her powers over Sligs knows that turning me in is a better benifit than rescueing me!! Admit it!!! You're lying! What over lie do you have for me??? Because I know her just as well as you!!!"

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As Slap waited for Dek's answer, he prepared himself for the surgeries. He went over to a compartment not far from the Vykkers, and opened it. This compartment held surgerical uniforms for Vykkers and yes, Interns. He knew that these were here, from yesterday when he was ordering the materials around the Labortory. He slipped the gloves on his hands and removed his apron for the time being. He placed the green uniform across his body, as well as his protection gear that went across his arms. Slap hadn't placed these on yesterday, for they were not required. Placing the apron back on, he felt like he was back at the hostipal.

Slap dug himself back inbetween the two Vykkers and perpared for the answer to come from Dek.

ZERO: *sigh* I cant find anyone to talk to.

Wahts your name???
 

*Being quite startled by running in to the Mud,Shickwayla gave a look of disaprovel and said in the clamest voice she could muster...*
Shickwayla:"My name is Shickwayla Steefson and this is my adopted sister,Opple.Please don't cuss.We hate it.But,anyway,what is your name?"
Opple:"Yeah,we would like to become friends with you so,lets start out on the right paw."

*I walk in, ZERO:"hello"??? "HELLO?

.ooc: Where did Slaveless' RP character, that I could have sworn was named Bonty, go? Slightly confused, and sorry Red Muse, I didn't mean to call you a his...it's just a habit I guess I do, I just without knowingly call the people I don't know the gender of his and such. Terribly sorry though.
IC: Jade nodded his head as he was being told of what Arthur was doing, but when Arthur was then caught off guard by the receiving end of the phone, Jade was first worried Arthur would get mad at him, Jade, but then Jade found some amusement in it.
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Scranton was pressing as hard as he could on the deep gash in his head. It hurt terribly bad, it never stopped bleeding, his clothes were bloodstained, better yet blood drenched. He had a small puddle around him in blood. He was sweating like crazy. He was trying to move around to find the door. He found none, but found a wall. Where on the other side, he swore he heard the sound of paramites and scrabs, like babies...possibly actual hatchlings. Scranton realized it was life or death, and he knew that scrabs and paramites would either eat dead natives by nature, or if by sympathy they helped it heal. Scranton knew this was all crazy yet he smashed against the wall with all his might, knowing he could smash the entire wall down. He screamed with relief as he heard the crack of the wall toppling. It was then, Scranton realized how much of a fool he had been. His arm had cracked, it was now broken. The wall was metal, there was no way of it coming down. Scranton stared at the perfectly stable wall, without even a dent. Scranton ran into what looked like a door (which was the actual boiler access) He tripped over something right before he left and there he lay unconscious once more, his elbow down to his fingertips hanging out the doorway, the only way anyone would help him, was if they saw his arm and tried to help. Scranton, as we could say, was screwed.

ooc: Just in case you didn't know, ILH, Dionysia isn't exactly your average mudokon. Apart from being female, she's taller than normal and her skin is black/grey. I guess it makes sense for steefs not to know much about mudokons and not be aware of her strangeness.
On top of all that, she's also arrogant, rude and bad-tempered.

IC:
Dionysia rolled her eyes, "Another pair of wierdos gets landed here, as if Arnie hadn't already collected enough." She looked nastily at the two steefs and answered, "I'm DS-P.L7 version 4. Mind if I ask what you are?"

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Krik laughed an unpleasant vykkerish laugh. "I'm sure she had her own reasons for saving you. Like I told that robot, the less interest Queen Skillya has in this place, the better it will be for everyone. Believe what you will; if you end up getting hurt by her thanks to your own arrogance that's your problem, and your own fault."
He turned away and attempted to strut away, but the effect was rather ruined as it came out more as a limp thanks to his injured leg.

Gappiqu was not proud to hear this truth. He knew the sense of what the Vykker had said, and was not happy to find out all of what he knew was eliminated. He was living a lie and the truth hurt. All that time that he thought of Dionysia, he thought that maybe he had a reason to live. Now that he knew that she wasn't feeling anything for him, nothing mattered but finding out if that Vykker was right.

Gappiqu raged with anger that the Vykker wasn't telling the truth. He knew it. He just did. All Vykkers were the same. They always were sick and twisted. They never did anything without a reason that helped themselves. Maybe this Vykker was finding something that he didn't want anyone to know about. Any old Vykker would care less if a Sligs' heart was broken. Even so, wouldn't they too be tramatized? Skillya would suspiscious. She didn't want her Sligs to have love life, and she would probably found out by now. Dionysia wouldn't be living if so. This Vykker certainly is lying.

Gappiqu barked at the Vykker, "How were you able to keep the truth from Glukkons and Skillya all this time, huh?! Sligs would be upset if they found out the truth and would be sad!! Glukkons would find out and kill off Dionysia!! So what's yer secret?? Do you kill off the Sligs or what??? If you cared so much about me, you would tell me!!"

Gappiqu thought that he would find out the truth in no time. These questions usually frustrated Vykkers. "If only this Vykker would tell the truth." thought Gappiqu, as he tried to convince himself that this Vykker was wrong.

ZERO:
"if I can't find a job a RF I will just have to make one". ZERO ran in and found Gappiqu, "your gonna come with me"said ZERO.

ZERO: "I can tell you everthing you need to know".

OOC: Erm, well ZERO101, there's a problem with that. At the moment, Gappiqu is outside. In the Stockyards. He currently is having a discussion with a Vykker and it ain't the brightest of ideas to come in onto their conflict. I suggest talking to Jade, who is in the level you should be in. He really is doing nothing.

Taytay, I didn't know you posted something about Zap and Bonty. Can you show me the post please? Or did I have to make one?

ooc: ZERO101, please read the 'how to RPG' thread, then read the rules thread, then read a few pages of this thread, including the first post, to give you an idea of how to RP.
First of all, your character has to arrive at the factory! He won't just magically appear inside. Then you can find someone to talk to. Try and work out where people are. Right now Gappiqu is in a tunnel underneath Rupture Farms; your character is not going to find him easily, and it would need some reason to be underneath the factory in the first place.

OOC: Same as Splat said. ZERO, it's always good to have new members, but if they don't read the rules and watch more experienced people RP, it's kinda annoying.
IC:
Dek nodded. "Yes that sounds fine, I've done that much work here I'm too tired to operate now anyway. And Slap, I'm sorry for mentioning that, I know it's a tender subject with you. I just thought it best Praetyre knew, so he could help if any...anomalies arose." He did his best to give the Intern an encouraging smile.
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Arthur could barely contain himself. The Chronicler said it's OK!! He forced himself to say calm on the Fone. "Erm......ye-heeeasss, *cough*, ahem, scuse me, summat in my throat....yes, that sounds perfect. What's the earliest you can get here?"
He was shaking his fist triumphantly, then made a thumbs up motion to Jade.

ooc:Okay Splat,Shickwayla is a Steef and Opple is a Grubb,that's why I said that Opple was adopted.And Shickwayla is a very smart Steef so she knows what a Mud looks like.

ic:Shickwayla:"Well darling,"*in a very clever sounding voice*"You really need to get out more.I'm a Steef and my sister is a Grubb.Do you have a problem wit dat?"

Praetyre listened to his superior. He turned towards the monitors and began looking at the many readings, displays, and signs displayed on their many dials and screens. Overall, the other Slig seemed to be relatively relaxed, as did Arrack. Praetyre turned to Slap;
"It seems that the Sligs are not in any danger. Proceed."

ooc: Ah, ok ILH. I shall keep that in mind. But remember Dionysia doesn't look normal, so Shickwayla's likely to notice that.
Sorry Zerox, I completely forgot about your post. I thought they'd already started walkng towards the tower? Ah well...

IC:
Anni nodded to Sturg and the four of them headed towards the tower. (sorry, there's not much to say really. If you can't find a way to rememdy the situation you can have them arrive in your next post if you want)

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Dionysia was not liking this thing's superior attitiude, mostly because it was in conflict with her own superior attitude. "Are you suggesting that I should have a problem with it? Is there something about you that I should have aproblem with or something?"

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Krik a long-suffering sigh, "She's an experiment. Until we're finished with her she's worth several million moolah to the Magog Cartel and they're not going to get rid of her over a few emotionally scarred sligs. And it's not uncommon for sligs to die anyway. It happens enough on its own, but with the rise of terrorism and all these sligs getting killed by Abe and his companions Queen Skillya's busy enough without examining every little incident."

OOC: K then.

IC: The four reached the tower. Sturg looked up along it.
"That IS an old tower. My odd it's decreped..."
The black tower loomed over them, the odd dripping pipe across the surface of the tower bending downwards towards its destination, wherever that may be...
"Hmm...what a dump. Let's see if there ARE any paramites, after all..."

ZERO:"I think I should just leave" (walk's to the door) "sigh"

ic:*Shickwayla gave a snarl,showed her sharp teeth and narrowed her eyes at the Mud,but just in the nick of time,Opple stepped in between the two(hoping to prevent a fight)and said..."
Opple:"Listen,we don't want to start anything!We just got here and we don't have very many friends,but we don't want to make ANY enemies.So,please,let's just foget the past few minutes ever happened.

OOC: Slaveless please reply to Arthur!! Otherwise your Chronicler's going to be hear longer than expected and dripik or Splat might get angry because of the number of characters you have and shoot us all again. ;)

Exams, this week...time taking. Drama=BS!
 

ooc: I hate exams, all the damn drama it is causing everyone...a bunch of BS.
Haha, back to RP'ing
Oh, and by the way, Slaveless, go to page 15, my first two of three posts on that page are Zap responding to Bonty.

IC:
Jade, in train of thought about being a vallet. He saw Arthur's motion of thumbs up, the slig gave the happiest sound any slig could make. Waiting patiently Jade watched Arthur's pleased face connected to the phone.
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Sweat streaming down Scranton's face, mixing with blood. Scranton's eyes crept open. He focused all his energy into pulling himself out of the door. He grunted with pain, and he felt very slight to no movement at all in his legs. He yelped, and his head hit the ground once more, eyes still opened yet bloodshot. He stared down the hall. He threw his hand out as far as he could. His back felt terribly bruised. His knees down still were in the boiler room, still sweating, bleeding and had no feeling. Scranton was still screwed.

ooc:my profile is on the profile thread. like i said on my profile if i can't join just tell me so.

ic: phill got sick of living with his mom, he is 27 years old and still living with his mother, so he decided to leave for a job. he flew for miles and saw Repture Farms in the horizon and flew towards it. he got to the door and opened it, then looked for someone to tell him what was going on.

ooc: i was wondering, do i need to fill out an aplication or something?

OOC: Sorry guys, I just have a good amount of homework that pressures me not to make long detailed posts all that much. I always plan to go post in W@RF on the weekends though, which is my main plan for my school year.

Taytay, I do believe that Bonty has decided that they should both find Mudokons that could help. I replied a little after you did in the second post after one of your's on page 15.

IC: Oscar listened to the stumbling Slig and tried to think of how he could get to Rupture Farms. He obviousily had a busy schelude, so he decided to get someone to grab that visor and view his week. Upilus, woken up from the yelp, was quite angry from the rude awakening and probably knew his boss enough to go check his visor for him. Sure enough, before he got to the visor on his desk, his boss reached into his pocket and grabbed the second one.

Oscar looked into the visor, to unveal his plans for today. The schelude was actually pretty clear. Oscar replied to the Slig on the telefone quite politily, "The earilest I could get there would be tonight. Is that OK with you?"

Upilus was not happy to see that Oscar hadn't been paying attention to him at all. He was the main attraction here anyway! Upilus grumbled rudily and snarled at his boss. This was the only time he could do anything, since any other time would cause to be shot off an air lock within two seconds if he ever was heard insulting the boss. Yet, he decided that his heavy paycheck stopped him from cursing in front of the boss, he guessed. He listened closily to what the other person on the line was saying, trying to find out what made him wake up.
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Slap progressingly tried to prepare for the transplant. He constantily looked if he had the right tools, worried that the operation will have to stop in the middle to get further supplies, like yesterday. With all tools beside him, he decided it was time to perpare the Sligs for operation. Even though both were unconscious, perfect speicmens for a transplant, they could feel pain and could wake up in any moment. Slap took this into serious planning and firmly calucating the amount of anesmia they both needed. Stuey made have needed only a small amount, but Arrack was a stranger to him. Only Praetyre knew the correct information about him, so he would have to ask him. Slap typed down on his keyboard,

"Praetyre, being that I would certainly love to make the transplant happen as quickly as possible, there is some problems. First of all, we have a Slig who has no files in this facility that possible still exist, implying that they were destroied in the terrorist attack. These are crucial to knowing how much gas to place into Arrack. Next, all of these Sligs are not protected from germs, bacteria, and other unicellular, microscopic organisms that could damage them from the inside. And lastily, I am deeply concern of how long this operation will take. This could possibly mean another one of patients will be subjected to awakening. Molt, I believe you have heard of him, has the possibilty to destroy the operation entirely, leaving us for the blame. Trust me, Molt will be so enraged when he wakes up, that he can make Skillya look like a school bully instead of a cruel mother.

The solutions are simple. We operate the Sligs with clear walls that can literally make sure that the bacteria can't come in. Now the anestic problems, I can assume that you know all the information we need to know that can tell us how much knock out gas we need for our Sligs. Assuming you know anyway, you can tell me the information on how much gas is needed. For Molt, can you tell Dek that he will need to get him out of the operation area we are using when comes? That is all."
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Gappiqu grew more frustrated with the Vykker, since his statements seemed true, but they had something to them that he didn't want to think about. Him thinking that maybe Dionysia wasn't his friend. He barked again, "Lies!! All of them, lies!!! They can be true!! They just can't be!! Why would Dionysia be that way to me?!?! It just can't be true!! She wasn't trying to be close at all!! I will prove that to you once and for all!! Right now, we are going to Dionysia, to prove that you have never meet an emotionally scarred Slig in your life as a result of Dionysia!!"

Holding the gun up to Krik's face, he thought that the Vykker would have no choice, but to follow him. Gappiqu wasn't thinking about anything, but proving that Krik was wrong. Even if that meant getting himself hurt.

IC: ZERO sat at a chair and started to cry, "I might as well jump in to a slog pit".

ooc: I am redoing my profile...

OOC: Double posts are bad, m'kay?
IC:
Praetyre listened to Slap and replied;
"Arrack? Based on my previous experience treating his medical problems, I'd estimate, factoring in the chemicals in his bloodstream, his chronologically slowed aging, and other factors such as his mental state, level of state, blood pressure and so forth, I'd estimate he will require approximately 470 milligrams or 13000 hydrolargs of anaesthesia.

Normally, facilities like this have surgical areas that are placed either below the main facility, or located 70 degrees clockwise of a medical storage facility. But you've worked here longer than me, so I'll trust you to find it."

Praetyre turned to his superior;
"Sir, may I suggest that the Slig called Molt be moved to a different, preferably very secure area? By the sounds of it, normal medical restraints will be insufficient to hold him. I'd do it myself, but right now I'm in an operation."

Praetyre turned back to Slap;
"If it's okay, I'll wheel them to the surgical area. You should probably lead the way."

Sooner or later roid had finished up on modding his Mechanical pants "hope..this works"he muttered to to himself in a rather fed up tone as he dragged himself over and hoisted himself into the pants firing them "ok. up as he did. "I hopes dis workz" he mutter slinging his hacker up around his broad shoulders as he began to trott out of the room to go boast his new upgrades to the workers. making his way down the halls with the slightest little effort.

"hey you der!" he bellowed bringing his huge arms up to point to the cafe as he spotted slig#7. assuming this was the guy he needed to speak to "hey...boss man says i need to speak to you abouts placement...so...be quick about it!" he said beaming his visor over the slig superior.

"I left my weapons in the baggag claim....Is dis fine for weaponry?" he asked swooping the large rusted hacker down brandishing it within his hands "itz my favorite dont ya know"

ooc: guh i need to learn how to do longer posts XD

ooc: Psyke, there's nothing wrong with your post length. If you can fit all you want to say in a post that length then there's no point making it longer by talking rubbish for half an hour.

IC:
For a moment Krik thought he might have been able to leave this idiot and go and find Dionysia himself, when suddenly he was being prodded forward at gunpoint. He flared in anger at the indignity of it before making a mental note to make sure this slig got all the punishment he deserved and then some, before hurrying alongthe passage towards the stockyards with Gappiqu behind.
(ooc: They have to go to the stockyards and then into the factory through the main door. Hope you don't mind Slaveless).
At least Krik had the advantage of having a good idea as to where Doinysia might be. He had left her in that storeroom on the top floor and hopefully she'd still be there, where the slig wasn't likely to find her.

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Krik's hopes were unfounded, as Dionysia was in fact currently near the cafeteria, stirring up trouble.
She smiled nastily at the grubb, "Fine, as you like it. So would you like to start this conversation all over again, or shall we go our seperate ways?"

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Jim would have admitted that he was somewhat unnerved by the state of the tower: who knew what could be hiding in a place like that? On second thoughts he decided there weren't likely to be any sligs in there so it could probably be worse.
Anni was also a little disturbed, but she didn't show it. It was just a building, and she had Somi with her for protection!
Somi started to creep in ahead of the mudokons, "It smells like there were paramites living here some time, but I think it's been empty for a while."

Slap memorized the amount of anaesthesia that Arrack needed for the operation and thought more about the sugerical units. He normally just used the Labortory for surgeries, but he guessed they were all needed some confined area. Back at Vykker Labs, the whole place was filtered, so it was no problem to have the operation in any surgerical unit. But they didn't have one. Or at least he didn't remember there being one around the place when he was walking through last night. Slap noted down on his laptop,

"In my profession here, I have noted that there really isn't a surgerical unit around here. Yesterday, all of our surgeries were performed right here. I assume we should take better care of the patients. I had thought this area filtered the air with only our necessary gas, but I guess we don't have time to check that right now. We should take our chances and go to the most secure area around here that is completely filtered. The Lab Cages."

He headed off to the Lab Cages with an understanding that was the only way they can perform the operation. He carried his laptop, the bag of anaesthesia on a small portable table, with the supplies in his apron. He got to a secure cage in the Lab Cages and unlocked the door. Opening it, he placed his tools on the table and made some caculating before Praetyre had came in, to say how much release of the bag he should release to make the proper amount of gas placed into the Sligs.
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Kix and Dean had reached the Storage rooms and Kix opened the door to get in. She told Dean, "Well, we're here. We might as well look around the place. But we should stay close together so we won't find each other in the end. This place should be pretty big."

OOC: Not at all Splat. I suggest you lead where they are going, since Gappiqu won't have much to say.