OOC: Well, practically that was not much of godmoding, but still, it was an action which you dedicated to the Vykker (Chris, I take it?) and not the owner. And you should point out who the Vykker or the other character is. At first, I had the impression that it's an NPC (which, for those who don't know, is also not allowed).

Within the narrative I made it pretty clear where I was and who was there as best I could. I couldn't say who the other characters were because Krett didn't know them. And OK OK OK! I wont so much as say someone else's character blinked!

Well you have to think of the owner of that character. It may be something simple but it is still unfair to the creator of said character. Like I personally do not want Chris grunting in his sleep as that would be out of character. Chris would die before being caught making unlady like sounds in his sleep. He has gone through much training to prevent ever such an occurrence.

Point taken now DROP IT!

OOC: Ignore my last Sturg post.

IC: Sturg slowly came into consciousness. Guuuuh...he felt terrible. But then he saw his own body...that didn't help much, though he seemed a bit better than he had been. He lay his head back and scanned the room. Creatures on beds, with pipes and things...the lab. Yesterday. After the events, the Vykkers had decided to save him, but in return they had wanted to use him to make more Meeches...he'd have to discuss it more thoroughly later, and so they could help him also...for now, however, he needed to rest, and let his body repair itself...

Slash began to stir, seeing others moving around. What a night that had been...absolute chaos. He stretched his arms out, groaning, and then lay back. He remembered last nights doodles...he felt for his gun and picked it up, and took up his wrench and began unscrewing the handle. Good wake up exercise...forcing yourself to concentrate.

OOC: Its started praise the odd any way can we say my charicter Slax talked to arnie and got the job.

IC: Slax woke up in his bed he had noticed that Dimitrio did'nt get much sleep the other night as he woke up he saw Dimitrio running out of the room hmmm better go with him just incase scarface gets any ideas he thought "yo Dimi wait up" running after him.

Jaws lay on the end of Slaxs bed and was woken up by Trio saying wakey wakey he continued lay on the bed looking around.

Jhonny got on the feeco train for his new job he was excited but kinda nervous and worried about what other people thought about him when he was nearly to rupture farms he looked out the window and saw the huge structure that was rupture farms when he arrived he got of the train and walked through the doors and looked around wondering were to go.

After scri walked down and admittedly small part of the hall, she slid down the side of the wall and sat, closing her eyes. She recalled something, something just before she woke up...she was being held by someone.. Scri shook her head, there was no-one sharing her bed..at last she didnt see anyone. Scri sighed and looked back at the door to the R+R, daring herself to go back and sort this mystery out. Someone emerged from the room, just as she was going to investigate. It was the dark skinned mudokon that doe had warned her about. Possible scenarios whirled in Scri's head as the mudokon came closer. Scri just thought if she played it cool, she wouldn't get into any strife. Scri looked up at the mudokon and greeted, somewhat quietly "hey, why are you up so early?"

NOTE: i may not be here for a while, my computer will be taken for fixing this afternoon, so dont be surprised if you dont hear from me. I may try to go on the net at the library, though.

IC: Praetyre silently awoke. The first sight of today happened to be the ceiling, expectedly, lit by the orange glow of his helmet's eyepieces. He wrenched himself up from his bed and, ignoring the activities of the others in the room, walked up to the R&R door. He grasped it's doorknob with one of his metallically gloved, sharply clawed hands and turned it with calculated precision, the steel door slowly flying open.
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Arrack felt the first sliver of light hit his eye and recoiled into his pillow. He then restraightened his organ bag mask and grasped the edges of the bed he had slept upon. His tail providing him support, he awkardly thudded to the soft carpet of the R&R and waddled over to see the armoured Praetyre opening the R&R door and waited for it to slide open.
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Domino lay asleep dreaming of dancing meep, but at the moment the 50th meep had finally crossed the fence all of his dream dissolved into blackness. Then lay the horrid, grinning head of his former master Malarkey and several other strange Vykkers, two of which seemed to be brothers. He then tried to run away, but found himself unable to do anymore than run rooted on the spot as the heads circled around and taunted him. He then screamed, and then awoke.

Domino found himself mildly bruised in the face, for he had fell from quite a lofty bed and hit the carpet of the R&R. His helmet had absorbed most of the blow, but he still felt like his chin had been whacked with a Slig's blunderbuss. He then stood up and waddled over next to Praetyre.

OOC: happy b-day rapture farms! Lets assume that my characters actions take place after the Fracture thread, as they are currently still in the thread, and I'm exiting them, for now however, I'll just assume they escaped the facility, and they caught a train to rapture farms.
IC: Jakka and Charlie are standing at the feeco depot train station entrance to Rapture farms.
Jakka: I can't believe we've just gone to more work!
Charlie: But you need to be part of our world in order to be something.
Jakka: But... couldn't we have a vacation or something at least?
Charlie: We don't have any money remember, we weren't exactly in a situation to ask for money, we barely got out alive.
Jakka: But here? I thought this place exploded, after they rulers were caught using the natives bones and tears.
Charlie: No, you're thinking of Soulstorm brewery, this place was merely run down for a while, I mean, the boss did try to turn all of his slaves.. er... workers into...
Jakka: food! You mean this is rapture farms!
Charlie: As you can tell by the huge menacing sign, yes!
Jakka: That's disgusting, we're leaving now!
Charlie: But it never happened! Common, you don't even like mudokons anyway!
Jakka: That's not the point! What if the boss tries to turn us into mush!
Charlie: You into mush, not me, but that won't happen, there is a new boss, he apparently treats mudokons very kindly now.
Jakka: Yes well, that's all very well untill you consider the point that I'm not a mudokon! Do I look like a bloody bird to you?
Charlie: That's beside the point!
Jakka: Look, let's just go inside, I'm sure we can find this.. boss, whoever he is somewhere.

Dionysia had been vaguely following the mud girl, but when she sat down she thought for a moment about changing direction to avoid her. Howeve, the girl spoke and left her little choice.
"Hey, why are you up so early?"

"Wuh? Oh, couldn't sleep," She said, then remembered she was supposed to be acting like a real mud and said in the cheeriest voice she could manage after half a nights sleep, swinging her arms a little, "Thought I'd get a little walk in before breakfast." She smiled at the girl and then glanced back as the R+R door opened and #7 Slig came out. "Well, maybe talk to ya in the cafeteria later," She said and kept walking.
#7 Slig caught up with her once they were out of earshot of the girl,
"Morning. Seen anything suspicious about him in the end?" he asked. "Only thing I noticed was that he had some company."

eah, he got in bed with that girl over there some time last night. Then when she moved I thought it might be him so I looked over. He was awake, so I decided it would be best to move. He didn't go anywhere in the night when I was watching so I don't think he'll try anything now when everyone's just moving."

ooc: Slaveless? MM? I need Kix and/or Dean!

OOC: back in action baby...
IC: Cylepso gave a snort and rolled over onto her back and eased herself up. She yawned and rubbed the side of her head, and snapped, “Jezz, these beds are like friggin’ bricks! I’ve sleep on better rocks then-”
“Mmm hnmma mnhh hnmma mnnha.” Seb, who had already been awake, commented dryly.
“Did I? Huh, no wonder I slept like a broke-backed mud on a unicycle…” Cylepso stood up, now remembering she had just falling asleep on the floor instead of the bed. Seb just looked annoyed but didn’t bother to talk. Cylepso yawned again, and said, “So, whats the plan, ol’ Sebbie?”
“mhnm hmma?”
“Oh, cranky are we? Ah well, I suppose I would be too if I had such grey skin…”
“mnhma. Mhn, mnahan hmama?”
“Okay…cant think of anything’ else tha do.”
Cylepso then trotted off towards the R&R door, almost falling over Lenny who was curled up on the floor like a deranged slog.
“Whoopsie!” Cylepso yelped as she grabbed the bed rails to stop tripping. Lenny blinked and glanced up and beamed,
“Hello! Nice to met you!”
“What ya doin’ down there? Like some slurg or somethin’…”
“You know, just lying around.” Lenny chirped.
Seb gave him the thumbs down.
“Right…so you wanna come with? Or do you-” Cylepso suddenly had a funny seizer like jerking fit as Vester suddenly decided to add his voice in, “That would be nice.”
“Good Odd cheese ball! What the hell ya trying to do, give me a heart attack?!” Cylepso hissed angrily. Seb signed then said, “mhnm mhnama hnggnam hnmma?”
“Okay then. Sooo….some people still sleepin’ so we better scat eh?”
“that would be nice! More friends for me!”
Cylepso grinned and strode from the room, followed by Seb, then Vester, who paused briefly to pick up Lenny before exiting the R&R.
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Jatt growled and sat up as Vester, Cylepso, Seb and Lenny went past. He sniffed and muttered, “morning already…?” He signed and heaved his bulk back into his four-legged pants, then glanced over at Jutt, who was still peacefully sleeping. Jatt scowled but didn’t wake his brother, just folded his arms and glowered.

OOC: Sry guys, I'm gonna be away all the weekend D:

OOC: Slig 7665, more punctuation please. That was hard to understand, especially the last paragraph.

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People tend to dream when they are tired or under stress and strain. While they are asleep, their brain keeps on working, focusing on ideas and problems met that day. Arnie was not an exception from this. As he was lying in his bed in the Executive R+R, his face kept twitching occasionaly. Apparently, the things he saw were not exactly pleasant.

First, he saw Otto in the Executive Office, surrounded by a pack of Slig guards. He seemed taller, and was wearing a designer suit. All the desks were removed from the room, except an oval, black one in front of the Glukkon. Arnie tried to call at him, but it seemed that he was hovering there like a ghost, unheard and unseen by anyone. Then the picture changed.

He saw himself talking with a wierd Slig in a dimly lit corridor. It seemed that his alterego didn’t find it strange that the Slig had four, rather strong legs. He couldn’t understand what they were talking about, but he reckoned they agreed on a matter the Slig proposed. The picture changed again.

He saw the same Sligs backing up to a wall, his body shaking from terror. Someone was approaching him, casting a long shadow over the Slig. A metallic being, almost like a skeleton, with glowing eyes and sharp edges was walking slowly towards the Slig. Arnie knew subconciously that they couldn’t see him, but he couldn’t run away even if they did. The creature was terrifying. The four-legged Slig raised his arms as protection from him. No use. The creature raised his gun and thrusted the bayonet into the Slig’s chest.

At this moment, Arnie felt a cold object prodding his arm underneath his suit, and jerked awake. He was breathing fast while he tried to make out who was standing next to his bed, with one arm stretching towards Arnie. He was very much like the creature he just saw in his dream. Then, he recognised him as RG-49. The robot was standing there, looking at the Glukkon questioningly. "I apologise for waking you up, Boss of Rupture Farms, but you showed signs of mental discomfort."

Arnie tried to calm down. It was just RG. He was safe. Although he noticed that RG had his gun with him, he remembered that the robot had always shown respect towards Glukkons, especially him. "It’s alright, RG. Just a nightmare. It happens." said Arnie, putting his head back on the bed again, staring at the ceiling of the room.

"I am not too familiar with that term, nor organic activities and habits such as sleeping. I know the definition, of course. But I am ot expecting you to explain in detail. I will leave you to rest." said RG.

"No need, I’m getting up." said Arnie, sitting up again. He jumped out from his bed, stretching a bit. "You should wake Otto while you’re at it, RG."

The robot nodded, and walked to Otto’s bed. He was snoring peacefully, as always. RG started prodding his arm too, while Arnie walked towards the Executive R+R’s door. "What is it? Leave me alone." he heard his Asisstant’s voice from behind.

"Cannot do. I’m acting on orders of your Boss. He asked me to wake you up, he is about to leave and wanted you to join him as he makes his way…"

"Geez, cut it out, will you?" moaned Otto, turning over in his bed, but RG carried on with his monologue. "OK, you win, alright?" said the Glukkon finally, jumping out of his bed, annoyed. He caught up with Arnie, and noted quietly. "He’s talkative as always, eh?"

"There’s nothing changing him." Said Arnie with a grin, but as he remembered his nightmare, his smile faded. He shrugged slightly as they all made their way out of the Executive promises.

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#7 Slig listened to Dionysia."...He didn't go anywhere in the night when I was watching so I don't think he'll try anything now when everyone's just moving."

"Not when someone's watching him, but we can't always keep an eye on him. Well... except if he's assigned to a place which is usually well guarded." said #7 Slig, his thoughts trailing of a bit.

OC: library computers suck! also, sleeping in the halls is fun, try it sometime.

IC: Scri was a but suspicious of the dark skinned mudokons reply. She was obviously tired, and trying hard to hide it. Scri sighed "yeah, see you" she said, waving at the strange mudokon. Scri closed her eyes and leand back against the wall, it wasnt worth worrying about things now, she was still tired. The mudokon sighed again and let sleep come over her.

IC: Jakka and Charlie walk through the entrance hall, Charlie is holding a brochure.

Charlie: They say we should head towards Arnie, the boss of rapture farms, or his assistant, Otto for registration, I guess they would be in there office, but I wonder if there is an infomation office or secretary that could lead us towards it.
Jakka: Hey genius, aren't you holding a map?
Charlie: Yeah, but... I heard there have been some changes, I was wondering if someone could give us a heads up on the current situation.
Jakka: Then who better to see than the boss? Isn't there an information office on the map?
Charlie: I can't see one... maybe the Boss is our best bet, let's go to his office then.

IC: The two head towards Arnie's office, then knock.

Charlie: I have a bad feeling about this.

IC: Wic was startled as more Inhabitants came walking out the door, apparently too tall to notice the child. Stumbling to the side, he watched as the adults passed by him.
Tummy rumbling, he decided to make his way to the cafeteria. Moving around seemed to feel better than staying in one spot, for some reason. Taking one last look at the R&R door, he sort of skipped-scuffled down the hall.

OOC: mudling, you don't need to add 'IC' to every action your characters make. You can use '*' instead (both at beginning and end of the line), like this:
*they walked along the corridors*
Well, only if you want to use the script-like RPing style instead of the story-telling style, that is.

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Arnie and Otto were walking towards the door of the Executive entry hall, closely followed by RG, when they heard a knock from the door. They stopped, wondering who that could be. RG moved swiftly to the door. "I will open the door if you do not mind, Boss." he said, with his hand at the door's control panel.

"Sure, RG. But I don't think you should be so cautious, at this of the day. No one would come up here so early. Do you expect someone to attack us?" said Arnie sarcastically.

"It is a basic tactical advantage if you strike when the target is least expecting it. I believe that is enough to be suspicious, Boss. But no disrespect." said RG, turning his head towards Arnie.

"Just open it, will you? Or is this a tactic of yours? Making the enemy bore to death or something?" said Otto impatiently.

RG turned back to face the door and pulled a slider upwards, making the door open. There stood an armored female Grubb (PJ) and a young Clakker (Charlie). Apparently, RG found the former more interesting, since she looked like a warrior. The robot raised his rifle, and took a defensive stance, trying to shield the Glukkons behind him. "State your business. And explain why are you equipped with weapons. Quite obvious, though I would like to hear your version." he adressed the Grubb.

Arnie leant sideways to see the newcomers. "I don't know, RG. Do you really think they are here to hurt anybody?"

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Rick was woken by the light soaring in the Cafeteria through a high window. He didn't open his eyes, but he noticed that his back hurt. He felt he was lying on the floor. His eyelids opened, and he saw that he was lying behind the kitchen counters. "It would be time for a good snooze in my own bed for a change." he thought as he scrambled to his feet and stretched. "Well, time for some breakfast, I suppose."

He brought the usual amount of Scrab Legs from the freezer in the storage room which was behind the kitchen area. He put the tray of Scrab Legs into the oven and turned it on. After he finished this, he grabbed a rag and started cleaning the counter.

OOC: Sorry for disrupting your characters current pbjectives dripkik, and thanks for the advice, I'll try the story telling way for now, sounds like a better way to RPG for me.
*edit* I've edited my post to make more sence, sorry about that.

IC: Charlie and Jakka remain at the door, there appears to be no sign of change.
"I don't think this is such a good idea!" Charlie mummered. "Oh common, there's nothing these industraliasts can do that I can't, look, this is what I'd do if They came!" Jakka pulls the ugliest face she can and thrusts her spear in the air, the door opens.
" Well, actually there's alot- Oh ODD!" Charlie notices Two gluckons (Arnie and Otto) and a robotic guard (RG) and freezes, Jakka does the same, hiding her spear behind her back, and breathing through an akward grin.
On answer to the robot's (RG's) question question, Charlie grabbs Jakka and covers her mouth.
"Oh she doesn't speak mudosian, or anything realy, um, grubbs communicate through clicking, and she's death... and mute.. so don't try with that"
Jakka wrenches herself away, Charlie pleads to her through his glances. "You can't understand me, can you PJ?"
"No I can't!" Jakka replies.
"You idiot" Charlie shakes his head. "She's not much of a warrior, she and I just stumbled upon each other, I needed a job, she needed a job, and well, she kind of doesn't know our world... your.. the industrial world."
Jakka sighs. "Put that weapon away, I've had enough weith you inudustralists!" With sudden agreesion she flings her spear downwards, so it is poiting towards RG, Charlie immidiatly grabbs the spear, and grabs hold of her.
"We come in peace, we assure you, we mearly want a job, I heard you were the biggest meating packing plant in oddworld, we were eager to join" Charlie gasps, his eyes locking into RG's pleading for mercy.
With a few more desperate glances, Jakka gives in. " I apologize, we just had trouble the last time were in an industralist facility, I mean you, and everyone no harm, I am but a simple shepard amougnst my people, gone to adventure with my freind, yet I, we feel the urge to work here, to be amougnst this place, it is it's history that summons me. I have my weapons because it was difficult to get here, but I ask to keep my armour and spear, as it is not what they do, but their significicane to me, as they have been passed through generations, so I ask to keep them."
Charlie sighs with relief, Jakka extends an arm to Arnie, and another to Otto to shake, avoiding RG completly, Charlie quickly pushes her arm saway politely.
"You can call me Charlie, and my Grubb freind here Jakka, I have a few work experiances, such as fast food industries, so I have minimal skills in processing food, my freind here would to prefer staying away from this area, as she is kind of... in touch with these animals? What other jobs do you offer?"

IC:
Praetyre walked through the open door and through the halls of Rupture Farms, soon reaching the laboratory door. He reached forth with a metallic claw and tapped gently on the door's steel face.
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Arrack waddled towards a couch in the R&R room and wrenched himself onto it, laying his hand on a remote control to push as soon as all had risen.
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Domino followed Arrack and sat next to him on the couch, waiting for all to rise.

OOC: Right, I'm back. So everyone better run for cover XD

IC:

As he'd done the night before, Ralph went to bed with everyone else despite being physically unable to sleep. He didn't want anyone asking questions. But now he noticed others in the room getting up, so he decided it was about time he got up too.

He looked around the room slowly. It seemed most of Rupture Farms' personnel were still in bed, but some had definately already left the room. He noticed Jim and the mudokon who had been shot yesterday seemed to be talking, so he moved over to them.

"How is she?" he said quietly to Jim. A normal mudokon probably would have asked Anni directly, but Ralph was not a normal mudokon :p

OOC: I'll post as Hembar later... There's not much for her to do yet.

OOC: I think there's a misunderstanding, mudling. It was RG, the robot with the gun, who asked Jakka and Charlie. Otto is standing behind him with Arnie. Could you edit that, to make things more clear?

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RG watched as the Grubb and the Clakker argued with eachother. Jakka seemed to grow impatient with them, and pointed her spear at RG. The robot didn't take that as much of a threat, being a metallic construction himself, but he was aware that there were important organics behind him who could get hurt if things get ugly.

"You are in no position to order me around, Grubb organic..." said RG, unwilling to lower his rifle, but Charlie interrupted by grabbing Jakka's spear and they both explained a bit about themselves.

Arnie stepped out from behind RG, and looked at them. "It seems you got through a lot just to get here. Where have you been previously? You mentioned another industrial facility..."

After the newcomers introduced themselves, Arnie did the same. "My name is Arnie, I'm in charge here. This here is Otto, my asisstant and Flak Clerk of the factory." he inclined his head towards Otto, who nodded curtly to Jakka and Charlie. Arnie continued. "And he..." he said, indicating the robot. "...is RG-49 - RG for short. You can call him our personal guard, I guess."

"As for your jobs, I'm sure I'll find you something to do. A place like this always needs a helping hand here and there. So you, Charlie, have some experience with food, right? You could work in the Cafeteria, though we already have a few cooks there. But on the other hand..." Arnie seemed to be hesitating. "Well, don't get me wrong here... but..."

"From what I understand, Arnie is trying to say that those cooks are more capable for other jobs, and not just cooking." Otto interrupted, looking at Charlie. "I can hardly imagine a Clakker running around in the factory, loading crates, pulling levers and such."

"I am glad to notice that you have a basic sense of humour, Otto." noted RG.

"I didn't want to phrase so bluntly, but that's what I was meant to say in principle." finished Arnie. "If you want, you can take over one of the cooks' place. The Cafeteria is on the ground floor, look for Rick, he's usually around there. He's a Mudokon, green, muscular, with a long wound on his arm."

"As for you, Jakka, I can recommend cleaning, if you want to avoid animals. You should see a lot of them near the proccessing line, so... take the corridors and other staff-related areas. But I don't know how're you supposed to work with a spear in one hand. You're surely able to put it somewhere safe while you clean."

OOC: Skillyaslig, Tiro jumped on Cylepso's bed and you didn't notice. :(The coloured text is supposed to help people notice.

IC
(R&R)
Tiro grew saddened when Cylepso didn't even notice he was there. Apparently she had slept on the floor, and not the bed. Lonely, he caught sight of another mudokon leaving the room (Wic). A smile spread across his face like butter. He looked about his age (5 in mudokon years) or older. He went speeding out of the door, dragging the gun across the hard floor.
"Hiiiiii!" He called out to him.

Scarface woke slowly, rolling his eyes at the mudokon. They widened when he realised someone had nicked his blunderbuss. His torn tentacled face twisted in rage.
"Alright..." He hissed. "WHO'S THE LOUSY BUGGER THAT NICKED MY GUN?!" He shouted, with a disregard to whoever woke up from his yell.

Tiny flinched, but realised it was only that grumpy old mean slig yelling, and went back to sleep on the floor.

(Outside R&R)
Dimitrio still awaited the slig's (#9) reply. He heard Slax's voice and Tiro's, and turned around. His eyes drooped and blinked slowly under his red visored mask.
"Slax?..." He mumbled. He stood up straight. He wasn't going to fall asleep; he had to find Agent 80085 first.
"Wh-what is it?"

(Dek's Lab)
Agent rolled to the side, and screamed as she fell off the table. She was okay. She had only fallen over a foot or so. Completely unaware of the world, she climbed to her mechanical feet and saw two people. A mudokon (Krett) and a vykker (Chris). She stared at the vykker. Her smooth pink skin seemed to reflect the light like a bulb...She slowly approached the strange creature, and poked her shiny head with a chunky finger. It felt smooth. She poked her again, and rubbed her finger on her head to feel the smooth texture.

ooc: Don't know about the native skin, but on industrial the green text you used Zozo made it hard to see the names.

IC:
"I'm alright," Anni answered, glacing up at the mudokon. She felt she recognised him, but couldn't work out when she'd seen him before. She rolled over and lowered her legs to the floor, carefully. She felt shakey and weak. Jim stood up and took her elbow carefully. "Let's go down to the cafeteria. I feel really hungry," She said. Jim nodded and helped her to her feet.
He glanced at Ralph, not sue if he'd be coming or not.

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"Well I'd say either stick him somewhere in the factory where he can't do too much damage with a slig to guard him and a security orb, or put him in the stockyards with a slig," Dionysia answered #7. "Maybe we should discuss it with the boss."

OOC: Heheh...:)Srry, I forget of the native skin since I usually use the industrial...Well I used teh green for green people, maybe I'll use lime green, would that make it more visible?

IC: Slax caught up with Dimitrio "You didn't get much sleep last you still worried about Agent don't worry we will find her".

Jaws got up and looked he saw that Mud from earlier (Trio) he looked around some more to see If he chould see his fellow slogs.

Jhonny walked into the cafeteria and sat down hmmm I wonder were everyone is he thought.

OOC: Edited, sorry for the confusion.

IC: Jakka and Charlie listened, eager to start, yet suddenly charlie's jaw dropped. "You think I'm incap-" He was stopped by a fearce nudge of Jakka's elbow, her gaze still locked into Arnie's. "Don't push it" She whispered.
Charle and Jakka began to sweat, Charlie replied. "Oh our last job ... well you have to understand we were desperate, we needed jobs, I needed to show Jakka our world and..."
Jakka lost her patience and interupted. "It was a Medical facility, but the place was under war between the natives and the owners of the facility. Excuse Charlie, we kind of had a bad experiance..."
"A BAD EXPERIANCE!!! YOU PICKED A FIGHT WITH A BIG BRO" Charlie blutered out then finnished with a "sorry" "But we had some medical trai-"
"No we didn't we hardley got a job" Jakka ignored Charle's stare. "Look, we need to be gain trust with our bosses to get anywhere, and to get there, we need to trust them." Jakka said wisely, and Charle agreed, he was silent untill Arnie had finnished.
They both thanked Arnie and Otto, and secretly thanked RG for not killing them, and then Charlie opened his mouth, Jakka rolled her eyes. "That's great, thank you very much! Just one thing though, are there dorms of somesort?" "No you sleep on the floor" Jakka chuckled. Charlie continued "And Jakka here has a few animals, an elum and boombat (OOC: Just about to right up their profile's), is there anwhere she can keep them without them being um... harvested? (A look of shear terror flashed over Jakka's face) and is there some sort of Locker room, where Jakka can keep her armour and spears as such, and any other things we me just happen to have?"
he paused. Jakka jumped in "Thank you very much again, well we'll get to it."

Charlie made his way towards the ground floor, and found the cafateria, after an hour or so poundering his brochure, made his way towards it. As he entered, he found that breakfast was being served, and a green skinned mudokon (Rick) was busy cleaning a counter.
"This must be him" He thought.
"Hey.. umm Greetings" Charlie started, making his way towards him. He beared an akward grin, lost for words. "How to put this... you're maste... er.. boss has ... " He paused, them extended a wing.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, my name's Charlie, I'm new here, your boss, Arnie I believe informed me that you are to be replaced by... me. Sorry but I'm to be the new cook, I'm not sure what you are to be, maybe a shift to more of a workers role. Sorry for the incoveniance, I hope it's alright.
So, could you please show me around the cafateria, and how it works?"
He paused, and noticed a long wound on Rick's arm, he had heard arnie mention it, but he underestermated it, after all, he assumed it was casual to sport a wound in such a factory, expecially if you were a mudokon.
"Geez, is it that dangerous here? ... I mean go ahead, sorry"

OOC: Yay Zozo :3
IC:
Wic jumped in fright at a loud exclamation behind him.
"Hiiiiii!" Wic turned to see a young Mudokon, maybe even his age, bouding up to him. Wic was about to smile and say hello back when he noticed that the Mudokon was weilding a big gun, and his eyes widened, his arm frozen in the middle of a friendly wave.
"...Uuh..."

OOC: I edited my above post to make it more in line with what Arnie was saying.
Now to introduce Jakka's pets.
As a note, Hallum and Sal cannot speak anything disquishable to annyone but there own speacies, thefore they speak in brackets to show that they make noises, yet they are not understood, but I have provided the translations. The pair cannot communicate, yet anyway, but that is not what Hallum beleives anyway.

IC: Hallum and Sal waited (rather impatiently) in the carrages of the train, waiting to be loaded into the farms.
(I wonder where they are now, they've taken their time.) Hallum moaned, Sal rested on his sholders. "(I'm hungry)" she screached.
"(Maybe they're not coming, I hope this isn't like last time)"
Sal screeched in what seemed like agreement but it sounded more like a "(I'm hungry)" again.
"(How did they even get on the train, they didn't have any moolah)" There was silence
"(Probably stowyed away)" Jallum continued. A scrab howled in the distance.
"(Which means someone might check out carrage)"
Sal started again with a "(I wonder how the boys are)"
"(Yes, I know we don't have tickets)"
"(I miss the caverns)"
"(We should try to escape, they mentioned a farm, we could be haversted!)"
"(But I chose to go on this journey)" Sal groaned.
"(You're right, we might get ourselves into trouble, better stay put.)" Hallum stared towards the moon, between a whole in the carrage, and howled.

Ooc:Sorry Zozo, my account is stupid and I don’t get colour….Plahh!
Jatt jerked and spun around as Scarface yelled and shouted back, “OI! SHUT YER GOB OVER THERE!”
“Huh?” Jutt muttered and blinked, “Wots happening?”
“Oh just some moron yellin’ his head off.”
“Always…”
“shuddup, you can do more then yer fair share of weepin’ an’ wailin’ when ya want to.”
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Cylepso rubbed her hands together and said, “Sooooo where to? Is there-” she broke off as she noticed the two young mudokons (cookies to who gets this one right) and beamed, “ah, look! All the little baby mudlings! So adorable! I want a pet one.”
“mnhm hmma hnma.”
“who said? I mean sure, its not exactly a good quarma idea…”
Vester, who grew bored, not to mention was already hungry, ambled off, with Lenny chatting vividly in his armored arms.

Krett did not have very keen ears but the scream that emitted from the slig (agent) was defiantly enough to wake him. He opened his eyes to see the slig rising from the floor, presumably it had fallen, and for a moment they seemed to be staring at each other. The slig obviously hadn't noticed because it quickly turned away and advanced to the vykker (cris). And then started prodding it.

Krett rose from the floor, walked over to the slig and tapped it on the shoulder.
"you know, some people don't like that," he said, referring to all the prodding the slig was doing

Martha blinked and eased herself up as some yelled. She yawned and glanced around. Niko was already up, cleaning out his blitz packer, and Rusty was still asleep, but was getting hassled but Peach, who was nibbling at his tentacles, chirping vibrantly. Martha smiled and said, “Come on Rusty! Time to get up and greet the new day.”
Rusty grumbled and turned over, until Peach pounced on his head and started to bite his mask, causing him to wake with a yell. Niko laughed and exclaimed, “Pour Wuzzie, waked uph eh?”
Rusty scowled and then eased himself forward and pulled on his mechanical pants looking annoyed, “cant get good sleep now?”
“Now now, Rusty, it’s a new day.” Martha said, as she eased her legs across the bed and slowly started to pull her lifeless legs over. Rusty immediately stopped grumbling and hoped onto the floor and hurried over to his mudokon friend, pulling her wheel chair over. Martha flashed him a gratified smile, and lower herself in, “Thank you Rusty.”
Rusty smiled happily and Niko said, “Yove reafty fullas?”
*:D*
Galaleo eased open a scarlet eye and looked around the R&R. He was perched on one of the upper bunks, his clawed feet grasping the head rails. He was hunched over, head drawn against his chest, his arms against his sides. He slowly unfurled, then hopped lightly from the rails and onto the floor. He yawned and stretched, so his forehead touched his toes and glanced around,
So, a new day at Rupture Farms, Galaleo mused, what a thrill.

OOC: :DYay Marclar and Skillyaslig everyone.....Aaaaand Venks said he wants me to use his characters while he is gone...I swear he gave me permissions....He even said so on MSN....You can even PM him<<....

IC
(R&R)
Doe felt dissapointment. Scri wasn't there all along; he had just imagined her there in some sort of sleepy trance. A lucid dream perhaps. He narrowed his eyes. A filthy industrialist slig was yelling. People were certain to wake up.

Scarface turned and snapped back "YOU JUST SHUT YOUR FACE!". That was before he realised Jatt, the guy who had told him to shut up, was a big bro. Kicking himself in his mind, his eyes behind his visors reaked of terror.
"Eep..." He whispered, staring up at the big bro in fear. Apparently he had another big bro with him (Jutt). Knowing big bros back in the Slig Barracks, he could foresee himself being chucked into a meatgrinder now.

Tiny whimpered. He feared other big bros, despite being bigger than the average one. He covered his red visors with his hands and cowered.

(Outside R&R)
Tiro only smiled, before realising Wic was terrified over his newly nicked blunderbuss. He smiled sheepishly and hid it behind his back, hearing Scarface rant over how mad he was it was gone.
"Its okay, I dunno how to use it." He admitted cheerfully. "I borrowed it from the ugly faced sliggy I didn't like. He kept bossing me around." He heard Cylepso coo over how cute they were. Grinning like he was wired, he turned to her and showed the gun he had stolen.
"Look what I got off that ugly bully sliggie!" He cheered.

Dimitrio was oblivious to the mudokon child wielding a killing machine. A voice from his friend Slax reminded him not to doze off.
You didn't get much sleep last you still worried about Agent don't worry we will find her". Slax comforted him. He sighed sadly, his ribs visibly moving in and out. He rested his head in his mechanical arm. It wasn't comfortable.
"I know, but..." He sniffed. "I dunno what's happened to her..."

"No... I don't think so... I wasn't really paying attention." #9 answered in response to his question. Dimitrio resisted the urge to wail.
"A-a-a-a-are you sure?!" He interrogated him. "She doesn't look like a girl! She wears a black shirt and has abs and-and-and!-"
#9 sighed and was about to tell him politely no, when he blabbered the last part.

"She goes by Agent; her number thing is Agent 80085-"
He had a severe case of deja vu. He had heard of Agent in a dream. He knew she needed help and this only confirmed it. It was his turn to grill him for questions.
"Agent?!" He spat out. "W-w-where was she last?!"
Dimitrio was a snifling wreck. "I don't know; she went after this criminal guy to the kitchen and -" He fell to the floor, howling like a toddler in a supermarket.
"She didn't come - come - baaaack!" He sobbed hysterically.

Dimitrio was too much of a wreck to notice #9 was already off and away, his pants making loud mechanical noises. Tiro only looked at him and cringed. It wasn't the first time he had cried; he had been sobbing himself hoarse in the night too.

(Dek's lab)
Chris slept as silently and peacefully as a baby. He woke. Someone or something was poking her big pink head. She slowly looked up to see a butchy, apparently female, shirtless slig prodding her head. She cleared her throat, startling the slig patient. Agent saw Chris' eyes were open and awake. She froze on the spot.

"Excuse me..." The light pink skinned vykker began speaking to her. "Are you okay? What happened to you anyways? You got a bullet lodged in your rib, it could of killed you..." Her eye swivelled upwards. Though her sleepy eyes couldn't see, she could feel that muscly finger on her forehead.
"And why are you poking my head?"

The next thing she knew, that slig had flipped backwards out of her aluminium pants, knocked them over with a clank and dashed across the floor like a mouse. In seconds flat, she had sped across the floor and into a desolate corner of the room. There she curled up in a foetal position and stared up at the vykker like she was wielding a flamethrower machine gun.

Christina couldn't make sense out of it. Perhaps the patient was insane. Or really attention seeking.
"Um..What are you doing?" She asked. She was answered by Agent screaming blue murder at her.

IC: Slash finished tweaking and oiling the gun's components, and put it back together. He stretched out his arms, and slipped back into his flying pants, and flew up. Most of the employees had stirred by now, so no one was to be particularly irritated by the noise. He grabbed the tomahawk from yesterday also, and stuffed it in his satchel before flying off...he hoped there'd be some lockers somewhere to put these things, he'd ask later. He headed for breakfast in the cafeteria.

Sturg still lay asleep on the table...dreaming of grenades, and explosions...he sat up suddenly, screeching. That was odd...he'd never had a 'nightmare' before. Not surprising, considering where he was and, off course, the grenade from yesterday. He was still quite stiff, but perhaps some movement was possible. He started shaking his back to inch himself off the side of the table, and fell to the floor, onto his feet. Even that small drop hurt slightly, rupturing his chest. He slowly walked around a bit, looking around. There had to be a better way of locomotion than this. He'd heard a rumour somewhere that injured industrialists could use something called a 'weeeler-chair', where they sat in one of their chair things, and moved the wheels on it to get around, without needing to walk. He looked around. There had to be something like that somewhere in here...

OOC: Zozo has Msn I had no idea anyway.

IC: Slax looked at Dimitrio "well mabey we should go to the cafeteria and see if she left a blood trail or anything that chould help us track her down".

Jaws looked around to see if there were any slogs.

Jhonny sat at his table AAACHOOO he snezzed "oh man not again" he took some of his cold medicine.

"Well I'd say either stick him somewhere in the factory where he can't do too much damage with a slig to guard him and a security orb, or put him in the stockyards with a slig. Maybe we should discuss it with the boss."

"I'd prefer the latter. I could even volunteer to guard him. Nonetheless, we should tell Arnie. This is a matter of the factory's safety, so he must be informed about this. Shall we go and find him now?" asked #7 Slig from Dionysia.

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Otto replied to to Charlie. "The R+R is on the first floor. From what I know, workers also keep their stuff in there. Maybe under their beds or the blankets or something. I haven't heard anyone complaining that he lost stuff before, so it could work for you too."

"Although, we could get at least a few lockers for them." noted Arnie.

"There should be lockers in the factory somewhere. Know anything about it, RG?" asked Otto.

"The only containers I have recently seen are in the workshop on the ground floor. But I have to add that those are not fit to store anything larger than a medium-sized crate." said RG.

"What about the Security Office? Where do Sligs usually store their guns?" asked Otto.

"They don't usually store them. They are usually carrying them around." replied RG curtly. But before Otto could retort, he added. "But I shall keep my optical sensors active for any lockers, if it is really that important."

The Glukkons watched as Charlie walked away to the Cafeteria. Then, Arnie turned to Jakka. "Wait, did he say you have animals with you?"

"According to my library of organic lifeforms, Boombats are considered to be a dangerous species and are strictly unadvised in Industrial environment, due to their habit of exploding on impact..." said RG in a 'by-the-book' sort of tone, but Arnie cut him off and spoke to Jakka.

"Tell me a bit more about them. RG has a point about Boombats, but I'd like to hear more from you."

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Rick was scrubbing the counter when a Clakker came in the Cafeteria, and walked up to the counter. He introduced himself and told Rick about him taking the cook job.

"Hi there, Charlie. I'm Rick, as Arnie might have told you." he took his wing and shook it. "I'm not an official cook around here, but I'm usually the first who actually notices that the food trays are empty. So no sweat, you didn't practically take my position." he said reassuringly.

"Now, the Cafeteria... Well, there's not much about it. First, you get a tray of Scrab Legs from the freezer from the back room here." Rick pointed at the door behind him, on the right. "Then you put it in the oven here, see?" He pointed at the oven on his left. "You only need to turn it on, the heat's already set. Then, when they're roasted, you take them out and place them on the counter. And maybe you should put some spice on them, from this box here." He pointed at the box on the counter.

"That's all, I think. You should be able to find everything you need - here or in the back room."

Rick heard Charlie mentioning his wound on his arm. He raised it, examining it from close. "This here? I got this from a Scrab some years ago. It's got nothing to do with this place, but there are still a lot of ways to get yourself injured here. Well, not in the kitchen, maybe." he grinned.

IC:
"Oh thank you very much, sorry for the trouble!" Jakka said, as Charlie left to find Rick.
"Chakks, I'll meet you in the R+R after we settle in" Jakka Shouted after him. "Sure thing PJ" he replied.

When he left, Arnie turned to Jakka, and asked him about her animals.
"Yes, I have a boombat and Elum" She replied, to which RG picked up.
"Oh no, she's fine, I've changed her diet, mostly moss now, nothing explosive, and she was chosen by the shamon of my village for an unsually long life. She'll be fine..." She assured them, and added a smile. but then added "Unless she has children, you don't have any Boombatz around here do you?"
She paused. "And the elum was from around here, well, naturally it is anyway, It had a brand on it, RF and then some sort of code, I think it was meant to be here, but obviously it had some sort of trouble getting here, and I stumbled on it just out of my homeland. He's quite safe, and tame, haven't been able to ride him bareback, some my enjoy riding him, that's fine." She paused, then pondered on a thought.
"I was wondering.... is there a job available feeding the animals? Taking care of them in the pens or something? or wherever you keep them. "
Her eyes suddenly light up, shock covered her face.
"Hallum and Sal- my animals ... they're still in the train carrage, I'm not sure if it's left or not, they will be alright wont they? Will someone be collecting them, should I go find them now?"

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Meanwhile Hallum and Sal and still in their carrage, Hallum is looking at the stars through a window in his carrage, while Sal is still in here cage, snarling at a Rat.
"(Well, this sucks)" Hallum moans.

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Charlie is suddenly relieved through Rick's acceptance. "Oh I'm glad it's fine with you." He sighs.
He then followed Rick as he showed him what to do. "Scrabs legs, in the over, spice them, sure, understood!"
He paused. "Wait, if you weren't realy a cook, and I'm ment to be, does that mean I should do anything else? Maybe I could make some of the Slog burgers and Slurg sundaes I learnt at home, mum taught me how to make a mean slog cake." Charlie looked around. "Considering this is Rapture farms, would I have to prepare to the food for the animals, or do they just eat Scrab legs? Except the Scrabs of course... wait, the Scrabs don't eat Scrab legs do they?" He finnished curriosly.

IC: Wic hesitantly smiled back at his new friend.
"You know, my friend likes borrowing things from a Slig too. But he usually gets-" He was cut off by the nice lady Slig he'd met yesterday.
He was about say something more when he overheard two Sligs (Dimitrio and #9) talking.
"I don't know; she went after this criminal guy to the kitchen and -" The Slig With The Shiny Arm cried.
"Criminal...?" Wic muttered under his beath. He had heard his boss, Ricky, label himself and others as 'criminals'... and come to think of it, when Ricky had called Wic into the factory, he had sounded like he was in a tight spot... being chased by this so-called missing person, perhaps? Timidly, he turned to the two.
"Um... can.. can I help, sirs?" He asked quietly.

Krett very nearly knocked to the ground as the slig he had tapped on the shoulder performed a sudden backflip. Krett turned to see the slig cowering in the corner.
"okaaaaay, that was only slightly out of the ordinary."
Krett turned again to realize that the vykker had now woken up and so he decided to ask it directions.
"excuse me," He said while approaching the vykker "could you..." Krett stopped as he noticed the peculiar position he was in. Surely nothing like any of this should be happening in Rupture Farms.
At that he walked a distance away from the oddity and took a seat upon the operating bed to await what was to happen next.

Cylepso grinned at Tiro and said, “Got a gun huh? Got that from that ugly mug there eh? Well, cutie, you just tell me if he does anything’ bad to ya and I’ll smack his face. Or you can shoot him with his own gun. That’d be a laugh.”
“mhmma hnmma ghnma? Mmhnm, mmahanh gamhma.”
“No, its VI-O-LIN-S that are bad, not violence. I swear that screechy music could drive a elum up the wall…anyway, no harm in teaching the wee ones how to defend themselves.” She patted Tiro on the head and said, “Remember, hes just a slig, so just shot him in the head or nick his pants and he’ll be non-threatening.”
“mhm, ghmama hnam.” Seb commented, rolling his eyes.
“Cheek! I never would.”
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Jatt was completely surprised that someone yelled back at him. He blinked, looking like a lost kid, then snapped, “Ya wanna go, midget? I should go over there and snap that twiggy neck!”
Jutt snorted and heaved his bulk into his four-legged pants and said, “Whats happeing?”
“Oh, some smart mouth punk’ wanna have a go at meh.” Jatt scowled, glaring at Scarface.
Jutt shook his head, then glanced at Tiny and said, Oi, whats up wid ye?”

IC: Slash arrived in the cafeteria. Already, there seemed to be some sort of possible argument. He flew over to the Big Bro (Jatt) "Uh...surely after yesterday, starting a fight might not be the best idea first thing in the morning?"

Sturg continued to search the room...he then sensed a larger wheel than the ones on the tables of some sort, near the wall. He went over and examined it. It was connected to a series of pipe things in the middle, and then another wheel on the other side. It was what he was looking for, but it was folded up...he noticed another, unfolded one nearby. This was far more complex. He inched over and prodded a nob on the arm of it, with caused it to move. It moved itself? Some sort of robot industrialist thing...certainly better than manual movement. But how to get himself into it, and comfortably?