OOC: I guess Splat said something about finishing up then. Weh.
IC (Outside kitchen) Scarface glared at the two sligs, before running to the direction of the R and R. Dimitrio returned to normal breathing as he remained shaky. "Th-thanks Slax....I still can't find Agent anywhere, I-I don't know where she is..." - - - (Cafeteria)Tiro looked around the cafeteria with a traumatized Tiny. Tiny still whined and shook in sobs and Tiro was still sleepy from tranquilizers. "What do ya wanna do?" The young mudokon Tiro asked. "I dunno...What do you wanna do?" Tiny squeaked. "Know where Cylepso is? We could hang around with them again..." "I dunno....I dunno where Ike is either...." "...I guess it's just you and me then..." Tiro sighed, looking at the tranquilizer needle in him. "Ow, I forgot about that..." |
ooc: You don't have to have everything done, but I've just been talking with Dripik and we've decided that W@RF 8 will begin on the morning of the day after the current one, which should basically remove the necessecity of clearing up the animal mess, as well as allowing us all a fairly fresh start. The operation on Sturg could go on through the afternoon if you want. But if any mroe deeply involving actions start now they won't get finished. Since this section is already at page 30 it should be closing down fairly soon, so be prepared!
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OOC: Sorry I have been gone, I had to do a lot things over this past week. I should be finishing off my final posts soon, seeing how we are going to close up very soon. (Keep in mind that my left hand has isn't writing very well today, so some spelling and grammar errors will be made.
It seems like we are going to leave a lot at a cliff hanger anyway. I mean, let's look at Gappiqu. I have only posted as him only a few times. Maybe only three times. (Then again, Molt has only been around for maybe just two) I mean, we would leave what happens to him until another month. And if I'm going to be correct, Gappiqu's trial should be coming up soon. I'm a little confused. Is anyone outside the cafeteria? That might be important to know. @Venks: Er, did Isaac really need do have medince? I mean, people who go under shock wake up in about a minute or so after they go unconscious. A bucket of water would work too. But I guess he'll be all right. IC: Isaac woke up after maybe 4 minutes he had gone unconscious. He looked around his surroundings, seeing that instead of a speaking Meech, he saw a Vykker. His emotions switched from shock to fear. He had heard from other Mudokons what Vykkers did to animals, and he was not proud of their works. He didn't like be nearing wild animals himself, but the Mudokon nature was against it completely. He found disgust in such creatures. And their bodies looked like they were some kind of living dead creature that had head extensions. It was horrorifying, and he hastily crept away from the Vykker on his arms. He went into the shadows, hoping it wouldn't see him there. Vykkers were just as bad as the people here, except less attractive and more ugly. He stood by the Mudokons, not peeping a word. All he could feel was the wall behind him and a slight pain where the synrigue hit him. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Slap realized that both Vykkers had absolute no knowledge on Meeches except on DNA related material. That didn't help his case, as he was looking forward to see them have some knowledge on how to treat this Meech. Maybe they studied old meat charts if them to see how their bodies connected and worked. That would work wonderfully. Of course, that was not the case, and they would have to guess their way to heal this Meech. And all the knowledge he learned about Meeches was most of the basic history figured in the past. The Meech again started to speak of its pain and Dek immediantly started to go and work on it. He had gotten the X-Rays machine and studied the injuries of the Meech. Dek quickly learned of the problems for the Meech, which was a start. It was obvious from those studies in what kind of operation they needed to perform on this Meech. Slap figured that the situation was going pretty well, although he might have wanted to speak to Dek on how to treat the Meech. Dek had just used Chill Pills on the Meech, and he was rather concern about that. Those kinds of drugs were designed for most of the Industerial families, (even the inferior races had great results) but wildlife.... There weren't any drugs for wildlife. At least, none of the drugs they had hadn't been tested on wildlife creatures. So Slap typed down, "Dek, I know that most of the operations you are doing are going great, but I will ask you to try and not use drugs on this Meech. Drugs' results vary between species, and drugs of all sorts haven't been used on any sort of species from the wild. For example, before Humphrey and Irwin died, they invented a shampoo that varied between species. The shampoo worked fine on the Fuzzles, but holes were burnt into the heads of their costumers' heads. So I will only ask you to hold off on the drugs." Slap started to relax from the excitement of the Meech and started to realize what kind of commitment they would have deal with if they cloned this Meech. With today's technology, they could probably find the entire Meech's DNA within a year. If they wanted to continue supporting Meeches, it would take another year to make different Meeches from the orginal. Of course, that would be assuming they didn't have anything else to do during the years. And new technology, a new staff (for bioengineering), new tools, and new liquids would have to be brought into Rupture Farms. That seemed quite a lot of moolah would have to spent. All he had was maybe 1.5 million moolah (remember, I said he had 600,000 bags of moolah), which seemed enough. Yet, the whole Laboratory would no longer be about healing patients, and more about re-creating a virtually extinct species. It seemed a little too much. Slap went over to Praetyre and typed to him, "Praetyre, I have a few concerns about cloning this Meech now. First of all, how would we find the time to do such a thing? I mean, this Laboratory seemed to being operated under a medical rule, and biologic engineering would distract it from this. This factory already has problems that endanger the community of Rupture Farms, such as uncontrolled employees and uncontrolled wildlife. I went to the Stockyards yesterday, and it was full of wildlife. The project would be constantly delayed if we tried to focus on medical works over time, and hundreds of patients would be unattended if we worked with this Meech. This seems rather hard to accomplish. Second, we would need quite a lot of equipment to accomplish this. New materials would need to afforded, new liquids would be accuired, and an entire new staff would need to be employeed. I could afford it all, but I would have nothing in the end by the time the project is at its peak. That would be quite the project to accomplish. Third, is there really anyway to determine whether it will end up a success? Will we have control over the Meeches? How many Meeches will we have to create to assure that there would be enough to prevent interbreeding? What kind of medication will we need to make sure they don't all die out? That would be one Odd of a job to make sure that everything doesn't fail. My only idea to solve my questions is to employee a staff of Vykkers, Interns, and Sligs to work on the project, in which we control and supervise. However, that would mean we would have to employee so many Inhabitants and I doubt 1.5 million moolah from my account could resolve it all. Maybe we can find funds, assuming Vykkers and Glukkons don't want to take advantage of the situation. What is your ideas?" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Kix realized that Anni was feeling a little down. She probably couldn't take all the stress and excitement that was happening. The operation was still coming back to her, and she needed rest. The R+R would most likely be helpful to put her in, as it seemed the best place to be. She said to the others, ignoring what they were doing, "Guys, Anni's feeling under the weather. We need to take to the R+R for some rest. You guys can come with me, if you want to be near Anni." 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Praetyre replied to Dek; "It's a crying shame the shower didn't do the reverse and burn these little furry demons until all their brains flew out of their pathetic skulls." Praetyre thought, silent and still as the grave for seemingly an aeon, then replied to Slap; "My plan is quite simple. All we need is anaesthetic, already available from the surgical area, an Elum baster, a female Paramite, some kind of holding pen, and 10 crates of Paramite Chow. We first hold down and anaesthesize our friend here, go over to the kitchen and borrow an Elum baster, extract some of his sperm, find a female Paramite, impregnate her, and keep her in here for 5 months and keep her feed and healthy. We then repeat the process with the offspring until the 3rd or 4th generation. Then we mate our friend with his great grandchildren and produce a real specimen, then I'll file a request with the Patriarch for a family favour of 500,000 Moolah. Then, we get permission from the boss to reopen the Stockyards, and transform them into a huge Meech ranch, where our little friends can frolick and breed to their hearts content. Then, once they start overbreeding, we cull the extra offspring and make Meech Munchies again. Then, we can take a sperm from one of them and offer the rights to compete with the company for Meeches at auction. That should earn the boss and us millions, and we can reconstruct the rest of the factory, and make Rupture Farms once again the biggest meat factory on the planet. My plan does not involve anything illegal, immoral, or anything that would make an angry Mudokon even madder. Even Abe probably wouldn't think I was evil. Any problems?" _________________________________________________________________ Domino continued to watch the movie, scenes of a Mudokon going up to a clearly doped Pud and asking him what the tear on his clothes indicated. The Pud spoke in dubbed tones, speaking of needing to take out garbage. The Mudokon then took a gun outside and shot his Scrab pet tearfully, which frightened the Mudokon watching the TV like a film in a film. For a 30 year old classic, there were some things classic even back then. Old Screechy was one of them. _________________________________________________________________ Arrack watched along with Domino, settling in further and nuzzling at the Intern's tie like a Slog. _________________________________________________________________ Domino felt distinctly uncomfortable at Arrack's body getting any nearer to his, but simply edged back and grabbed a pillow for the Slig's head to rest on. _________________________________________________________________ Arrack mumbled; "I don't need no pillow. I don't need no pillow." Arrack grabbed the pillow and wrenched it away, laying on the Intern's lap and nuzzling his tie again. _________________________________________________________________ Domino decided to try and lure Arrack away, unclipping his tie and leading the Slig like a dog away from him. _________________________________________________________________ Arrack followed, falling off the couch and reawakening fully. He waved at Domino, talking again; "Hey, I'm just trying to nuzzle! It's a natural Slig instinct! Ugh, this bag is getting sweaty.." Arrack grabbed the organ bag over his head, trying to rip it off. _________________________________________________________________ Domino pounced from the couch, closing his eyes as the bag went off for a second and trying to pull it on. He wrestled with Arrack, attempting to stop the Slig from grossing everybody out. Their wrestling continued to the R&R door, where they rolled out and began fighting in the open. |
ooc: (Hey every body... remember me? hehe... I'm back ^^)
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Slax looked at Dimitrio and whistled Jaws came walking into the room "now please don't freak, he won't hurt you now do you have anything of agents"
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Dek looked sober at Slap's speech. "I have some funding. Not millions, but a decent 200 000 Moolah deposit in a bank account. I've made that through a mixture of my lab work, pay for appearing in the occassional medical docu-drama or reality show, and, ahem, some plundered college grants from my youth. I can put that towards the project."
He then looked at Praetyre "Breeding with a paramite? Are you sure that is wise? They are rather different species, the only similarity being their shared pack mentality as far as I'm aware. But then, I know little of Meeches. I would have suggested a Scrab, but we don't seem to have many here. Perhas just good old fashioned cloning? Although nobody's done anything more advanced than Dolly the Meep,so it'd be risky. Basically, I'm stumped. I really don't think we should be cross-breeding thuogh, not on moral grounds, but on the fact that we're after pure Meech, not a Meechamite hybrid." He then turned back to Sturg. "First, I think we should rescue our patient. It is no good planning things if he's dead, after all." ~~~~~~~~# Arthur listened to the Docs and Slap talk. He volunteered his own funding attempt "Well, if ya need money, I s'pose I could give you my own Magog Bank funds. I've only got 7000 Moolah stored from all my work, but that, and selling the rights to that Intern Cooking business I tried ta start, might help a bit with funds." ~~~~~~~~~ Dean helped Kix lead Anni to the R+R, but he was getting worried as he could hear a commotion up ahead. What sounded like a Slig argunig and scuffling with something. "Um, do you hear that? Sounds like something might have kicked off again at the R+R. I'll go check." Dean hurried further down the corridor and saw that, in fact ,a Slig was wrestling with an oddly dressed intern over a paper bag. He then saw the Slig's face. "Urrrk! Blech! Waah, arrgghhh!" Deamn retched, looknig away desperately. He called back to Kix. "It's safe, but uh, you might want t-to shut y-your, splech, eyes. Pretty nasty-looking stuff here." Dean hoped the Slig didn't hear the last bit. |
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Praetyre replied to his superior; "How are we going to clone him, sir? He seems to be the only Meech left, so logically we need to find some sort of surrogate mother. We can't impregnate him with his own sperm, that's biologically impossible. Paramite's are closer to Meeches in size, social behaviour, and in mitochondrial DNA roots. This should ensure a less deviant and more pure strain of Meech than we would get by impregnating a staff member or Scrab. In any case, I have ethical objections to doing it on sapients, who may ensure a closer watch, but the consequences and burden would cost them and us thousands physically and mentally. You're right sir, let's get to it. If you want, I can monitor. I suggest you do the surgery and Slap goes off to bed. Of course, your the boss, not me, so it's your call. I do think Slap deserves it, though." |
Martha blinked then turned as someone spoke to her, Vester. She tilted her head and widened her eyes when she saw Peach gripping his finger with her teeth, “Peach! Bad girl! You do not bite people!” She reached out and grabbed Peaches torso, and pulled. Peach snarled and clung on, shaking her head,
“Oh, bad! Very bad indeed!” Martha exclaimed tugging, at the midget scrab. *:D* Rusty stopped and trotted over to Martha and poked Peach in the back. Peach lashed out at him with her back legs, scathing his hand. He recoiled with a yelp of pain, and then looked ruefully at the scratches. “Peach naughty! She cut me.” Niko stomped over and looked then, “Wazza mahhter?” “Peach has biten this sligs hand, and she wont let go.” Martha explained. Niko snorted then reached with two fingers and grasped the sides of Peaches mouth.. He squeezed his fingers and slowly Peaches jaw was being opened. Finally there was enough room for Martha to yank her off. She scolded Peach and put her on the ground and gave her a good telling off. Rusty rubbed his hand and wriggled his tentacles. Niko rubbed the side of his face and looked down at Peach, who had slunk under a table, looking depressed, “Aww, poof Pheah, shev safd.” Martha went tut-tut and gave a apologetic look to Vester, “I am very sorry for Peaches behavior. She usually isn’t this naughty. Do you know what happened?” *:D* Galaleo laughed softly as Cylepso banged into the wall. He snorted and rubbed his hands together, then strolled after them, easily catching up with his long bid-legs. He glanced at the female and said, “Where did you come from? I haven’t seen many female sligs around the place, and I have traveled a lot, I can tell you.” |
OOC: @ Marvak: Totally unrelated, but Marvak I just wanted to say thanks for the Ugai drawing. Its a sexy wallpaper. Helps me think while I write my fic. ^^
IC: Doe was glad to see the Intern, Cal, was trusting him to at least a minor degree... it would have to do for now. Doe said while motioning towards the open door, "Look Cal, you can't just sit here in this cafeteria. Eventually one of the security officers may remember your a threat to everyone in here. Lets get out of here." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- OOC: Chris didn't need to do anything seeing as Isaac was only in shock... but it was a perfect excuse to experiment with his new Adrenaline formula! For some odd reason it tends to calm his victims... er patients into an eternal apathetic mood. Chris hypothesizes that a dose administered to a Mudokon in shock due to high stress levels would counter the side-effect. IC: Chris smiled as he saw the Mudokon(Isaac) hide in the shadows... fear wasn't apathetic in the least. Chris then entered Dek's Lab. Chris stood there mouth agate as he saw a Meech on one of the patient tables. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- #9 had enough criminals and explosions for today. The Slig walked off towards the R&R hoping to get some well earned rest. |
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OOC: Yay Venks! Now I can post! And no worries about the picture XD
IC: Ricky sighed as the elevator gently vibrated beneath his metal feet. His arm and shoulder were growing tired; This Slig was turning out to be a lot heavier than he'd imagined. He looked closely at an old map of the factory on the wall of the lift. It seemed that the 'Lab' (which he guessed would be the hospital wing in this place) was almost directly behind the elevator doors on the 1st Floor. Ricky jumped a little when the unconscious Slig suddenly grabbed one of his tentacles. "Hi Fluffy..." she mused. Ricky lifted an eyebrow. 'Uh, hi?...' Finally, the elevator arrived with a soft ping! and opened it's doors, as he stepped out and looked round behind the lift. There was that door. He saw a group of Mudokons (Kix, Dean, Anni etc) pass him, but he didn't think they would be much trouble. Walking casually up to the doors, he gently laid the female Slig down on the ground, and gave the doors a loud knock before jogging back to the elevator. *** "Look Cal, you can't just sit here in this cafeteria. Eventually one of the security officers may remember your a threat to everyone in here. Lets get out of here." Cal resisted rolling his eyes as he heard this. 'Well of course, genius, I was gonna say that anyways.' he wasn't really, but he needed someone to let it out on. 'First off, I need to find Ricky. The bastard's probably scarpered off somewhere, and-' he cut off when he saw that the doors had opened, and a Big Bro, a cyborg Slig and a Mudokon came dashing out towards the kitchen. 'Geez, what's with all weirdos round here?! Next thing you know, there'll be Kintos from the other side of Mudos!' he snorted, as he started walking towards the now-opened door. 'You snooze, you looze!' he called back the the Mud(Doe), as an invitation to follow him. *** Wic couldn't help but giggle a little as the lady Slig bumped into the wall, and held up his hand to hide it. He stayed close to her as they started to move twards the doors, but Wic suddenly saw who he was looking for, walking straight for him. 'Cal?!' When he heard his name, Cal instinctly looked round, and saw the short little Mudokon in front of him, along with a right strange gathering of Inhabitants, including the Slig and Intern he'd met earlier. 'W-Wic?! What the hell're you doin' here?' 'Ricky called me-' 'Okayshutup.' Cal said quickly, hoping that the others wouldn't relate 'Ricky' to 'Ricardo Digiuno'. Wic looked at Cal in a little confusion, but smiled again. He seemed to be fine... apart from the huge red stains on his shirt, and a few nasty-looking scortch marks on his arms, torso, and face... but he didn't even seem to notice them, which meant they mustn't hurt. He resited the urge to run up and hug him, even though he wanted to so badly, as Cal had said many times he didn't like hugs. |
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Dimitrio choked a sob and shook his head. "No, I don't even know where she -" He saw the sloggie and ran behind Slax. "GETITAWAYFROMME!" - - - (Outside R&R)Scarface looked over moodily at #9, but just carried on going into the R&R room. Once there, he lay on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. "What am I gonna do?..." He muttered solemly to himself. - - - (Cafeteria)Tiny fiddled with his large fingers, not forgeting the slig that had exploded. Tiro looked at him, before an evil smirk spread across his face. He chanted, but cried out in pain instead when a chant suppressor zapped him. "Owie..." Tiny looked scared, backing away from the mudokon child. "D-d-d-d-did you try to p-p-p-possesss me?!" He shrieked. Tiro just smiled and walked slowly towards him. "Run Tiny...Run..." Tiny did run, around the cafeteria as Tiro chased him around a table. - - - (Uhhh...Outside Dek's lab?)Agent watched the slig with a glare as he ran off. "Mommy's gonna get you for this..." She threatened. "And she's gonna get really mad and yell at you and tell you off and...I'm tellling mom!" She hissed before she fell unconscious and asleep on the floor, snoring like a lawnmover. |
OOC: Hehe, I find it funny how everyone thinks Ralph is someone's friend when, actually, I don't think anyone even knows his name yet XD
Ralph scowled as the vykker pushed past him to the fallen mudokon. He refused to move, but the vykker did what he wanted anyway. "Was that really necessary?" he growled slightly, but the vykker had hurried off to the lab. "Good riddance," he muttered. He noticed the other mudokons leaving and turned to the mudokon (Isaac) hiding in the shadows, "He's gone now... Are... you ok?" He seemed to stumble over the words. OOC: I know it probably seems like I'm making Hembar just appear and disappear all the time, but that will stop once I work her into the RPG properly. I might wait until v8 before I do that though. |
Anni stood up and allowed Kix to help her towards the R+R. Jim hesitated and turned back to Somi. "I'll come down and meet you in the stockyards later then... We can try and get this hose set up for Anni. I think Kix and Dean found something we can use so I'll ask them about it once Anni's in bed."
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IC: "Ok ok" slax said to Dimitrio he looked at Jaws "out" he shouted.
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Dimitrio's shaking and heavy breathing ceased as Jaws left. "We could go around asking people if they've seen her, I doubt there's any other female sligs around if you count out Cylepso..." He looked around for people outside of the kitchen to talk to. - - - (Cafeteria)Tiro laughed before he saw the sloggie. Scared, he tried to run from it whilst chasing Tiny, in a comical triple chase. - - - (Outside Dek's Lab)Agent 80085 gasped weakly as more blood left her body. Her bandages were stained dark red in blood as she stood up with much wobbling. She furiously banged on the door with her fists, before falling on her back. She smiled in another halucination as she pawed at the air. "Little flying sliggies everywhere..." She giggled, before passing out again. - - - (R&R)Scarface closed his eyes and went into a sleep, racked with nightmares of his own sin. He shook as he wanted to wake up. |
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"Well....not in the regular sense. This is a Slig that even Kix and I would be afraid of, but not because he's evil, he's just horribly....deformed. Just don't look at...it. Shut your eyes and ignore whatever you step on." ~~~~~~~~~~ Arthur noticed a rather flamboyant Vykker step in. He shuddered, and muttered to Dek "I wonder if that's one of them Internophiles that Dice mentioned?". Dek whispered back "I doubt it. I think he's probably just eccentric. But all the same, keep your back against the wall." He turned to the new Vykker. "Hello there, but now isn't the time for introductions. Unless you happen to have a great deal of expertise on Meech DNA, we'd appreciate it if you waited outside." He then looked to Praetyre. "You raise some good points on the Paramite, but I would still like to use a Scrab sample as well. And to clone him, you could attempt to replicate his DNA rather than impregnate him. Although that would take somewhere in the regions of.....3 years, maybe 4, since we have no Meech DNA elsewhere to compare. So crossbreeding may be the best choice, althuogh I still don't particularly like it." |
“Traveling, eh? Huh, not much, I prefer to stay in one place, rather then getting’ hurled about,” Cylepso replied, “There is another girl slig ‘round here, she is…well, a bit of a nut, but who isn’t now days? Perfectly fine to be a bit mad, keep you in sync.”
Seb made a funny noise and shook his head, “mnanhaan.” “I wasn’t being rude, that goes to you, my skinny friend, just truthful. That screaming fit isn’t something that people do every day. Screaming does lower your stress though.” “mhma.” “Okay…” She made a face and saw Cal and exclaimed, “Hey, your not dead! Huh, I though you would be considering you got shot in the face…” “mhnamma, “ Seb commented dryly. “Well, I’m just saying, when most people get shot they usually die, due to the fact we have nutters as doctors doesn’t really help-” “mhmma? Mnhamm, mnahanm mnaham.” “Well yeah, I did a bit, but that’s not really the point. You really cant get good help this days, I can tell ya. Bit annoying really.” “Mhn, mhnamam ahnama maama.” “That may be, but still doesn’t change the facts.” ---- Vester watched as they detached the scrab and flicked his hand as it was pulled free. He signed and looked at Martha and mumbled, “She eating dead slig, I went to pat her and she bite me.” “Bite indeed!” Lenny exclaimed, resting his head on his arms. Vester nodded slowly, his stupid gaze wondering around the room. |
IC: Sturg has a heart attack and dies on the table.
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OOC: I grow idle....Must type.
IC (Cafeteria) Dimitrio hopelessly followed Slax, with no idea what to do. His mind grew concerned as he grew worried for his female friend. "Odd, let her be okay..." He prayed. "She wouldn't just run off like this..." He remembered the criminal commotion and panicked. "Please let her be okay; please let her be okay!" He hyperventilated again. Tiro and Tiny quickly answered "Nope!" To Slax as they ran around a table. Noticing the sloggie had stopped and was eating #9's remains, they stopped in confusion, before Tiny started chasing Tiro. "I better run!" He whimpered, not realising he was chasing Tiro. Dimitrio shook his head at the two. "Be careful guys..." - - - (In R&R)Scarface awoke with a shake from his nightmare. He listened to a commotion outside, not bothered getting up to check it out. Shivering, he turned in 'his' bed and struggled to sleep again. - - - (Outside Dek's lab)Agent gasped more as she further lost consciousness. She passed out again, her mind falling into a dreamless sleep as she lay there, bandaged up and pale. OOC: Seeing as Ricardo and Agent 80085 knocked the door loudly more than once, can she get noticed now plz? |
The Intern replied to Doe saying, "Well of course, genius, I was gonna say that anyways. First off, I need to find Ricky. The bastard's probably scampered off somewhere, and-"" Cal paused as he watched the cafeteria doors come open and noticed a strange trio barging towards the kitchen. "Geez, what's with all weirdos round here?! Next thing you know, there'll be Kintos from the other side of Mudos!" The criminal started walking towards the open door and called back, "You snooze, you looze!"
Doe just smiled and shook his head, this Cal was an interesting character. The Mudanchee warrior quickly caught up with the Intern and said nonchalantly, "So you know my name is Doe, however these Industrial fools know me as Nat a simple Mudokon from the south. Hold on one second and I'll tell you where your friend is." Doe closed his eyes and scanned the facility for the dark, wild spirit of Ricky. Doe located him and pointed upwards. "Your friend is above us near the Vykker Laboratory." Suddenly a 'female' Slig(Cylepso) followed by a Intern(Seb) walked over to Cal and she stated without introducing herself, "Hey, your not dead! Huh, I thought you would be considering you got shot in the face…" The Slig then got lost in a conversation with her Intern companion... how she managed to understand the thing Doe had no idea. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- While Chris's mind was absorbed by the sight of a Meech a armor clad Vykker(Praetyre) said in a creepy sci-fi esque robot voice, "Who the hell are you and what makes you think a meat packing factory was a fashion show?" Snapping back into reality Chris retorted, "My name is Chris, Darth Rudeness." Before Chris could answer the second question a second Vykker(Dek) said, "Hello there, but now isn't the time for introductions. Unless you happen to have a great deal of expertise on Meech DNA, we'd appreciate it if you waited outside." The second Vykker then looked back to the armor clad one to discuss something. Chris was a little upset to be turned off so quickly, but decided not to show his anger as he wanted to get a job here. "I'm afraid I know little to nothing of Meeches, however I'm one of the head surgeons of Mudos and it looks like you could use my help." Chris pointed at the injured Meech which due to the two Vykker's discussion was being ignored. "Perhaps you would like to make sure this Meech lives before you discuss cloning it." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- #9 entered the R&R room and noticed another Slig(Scarface) already there. "Hey my fellow mechanical reared associate what brings you to this room of tranquility and alleviation?" |
Ricky sighed as he stuck his head out from behind the elevator, watching the bandaged Slig. Whoever was in the Lab didn't seem to notice her there.
The Slig had mumbled something to him as he moved away, something about their Mom... she seemed delusional, but he shuddered at the thought of Queen Skillya anyway. Ricky gulped, and forced himself to look away. This was all that he could do. If the doctors inside couldn't notice her on their doorstep, well... she would... ... Suddenly, he ran back out and slammed his fist on the door. 'There's someone @#$%in' dyin' out here! You can't spare one more bed or whatever?! You've got a @#$%in' patient!' he yelled at the top of his voice. His heart was racing, he knew they were going to see him if he did this. But he didn't seem to care anymore. *** "So you know my name is Doe, however these Industrial fools know me as Nat a simple Mudokon from the south. Hold on one second and I'll tell you where your friend is." Cal lifted an eyebrow as 'Doe' said this. 'Find my friend? How-' "Your friend is above us near the Vykker Laboratory." Doe said, pointing upwards. Okay, this was getting really weird. Cal wondered if he should have trusted this Mud. Apparently he was going by an alias, and he obviously had the sort of powers that you'd find in a Native, not an Industrial-born slave. Cal put two and two together. 'Doe's a terrorist?...' he thought. Then- "Hey, your not dead! Huh, I thought you would be considering you got shot in the face..." the female Slig blurted. Cal sighed. 'Heh, I've had worse mishaps, believe me.' he said, pointing to his eye patch. *** Wic looked up at Doe in awe as he located Ricky. 'Wow, how'd you do that?!' he cried, earning an immediate scowl from Cal. He then heard the lady Slig talking, and fliched in suprise, turing to Cal. 'You were shot?!' he said, wide-eyed. '...I'll talk about it later.' Cal mumbled. Wic turned back to Doe. 'What other stuff can ya do? Can you... you know... make people do crazy stuff?' he grinned, clearly enjoying himself. |
OOC: no, i'm not dead. ive been trying to get over my pokemon addiction. they haunt my dreams...AHH! ARBOKS!!
IC: Scri watched the crowd in the cafateria mill about, thinking about what this damn charm meant, and why she was so attracted to that doe character. Scri turned to look at the offending mudokon, only to find him strolling out of the cafateria. Scri hadn't even noticed that the doors were open, let alone the fact that doe was slipping away. She quickly got up from her seat and jogged after him, dropping the charm as she went. OOC (again) : plot point alert, though it should really wait for version eight...hey! that rhymes! |
Slax looked at Dimitrio "any ideas were she whould be" Slax said "mabey she's gone to R&R".
Jaws finished eating his meat and once again joined the chase with Tiny and Trio. |
OOC: XDAww, Wicky got a conscience, and Wic kinda reminds me of Tiro.
(Cafeteria) Dimitrio's breathing slowed down as he thought desperately in panic. "No idea...Let's try upstairs and keep asking people, Tiro, Tiny, you guys keep a look out for her..." The two heard, but thenj began running again as they were both chased by Jaws. "The sloggie's gonna get us!" Tiny shrieked. OOC: Anyone in the cafeteria besides Slax and my own characters? IC - - - (R&R)Scarface looked over at number #9, in a bad mood. "I'm trying to sleep off a bad guilt, you?" - - - (Outside Dek's lab....Will someone in there help now plz?!)Agent woke up again with a dry long desperate gasp, reaching a hand weakly out at Slax. "Where's....Dimi..." She tried to stop herself from passing out again as she halucinated, seeing a massive slig queen before her. |
IC:
Praetyre turned to his superior; "Sir, I think we should hire him/her/it, or whatever that thing is. It could make a good nightshift for tonight, along with the other surgeon." Praetyre then noticed someone banging on the door, and opened it, seeing two Inhabitants. He turned to his superior, and spoke; "I think we should just declare an emergency situation and hire Master Surgeon and Freaky temporarily for tonight. We can discuss this when the crisis blows over." |
Slap watched as both a Vykker that dressed like the Sligs that lost a bet, and two Sligs (one of them being a female and injured) that were demanding attention. Slap shook his head, being absolutely surprised that this factory never seemed to stop being weird. This was stranger than the time that Munch, part of species thought to be extinct, had used Humphrey's technology implants to destroy both Vykker Labs 13 and many Magog Cartel factories. All Slap could think was that this place was either going to throw him into thearpy after a year of being there, or let him learn that the world was full of different people. You could never believe who is out there or what had been born. Hopefully it was the second one.
He lifted his head to return into reality and faced the new members in the Laboratory. This meant they had to decide whether to hire a strange Vykker and have extra work be done, or have three doctors treat three different patients and more to come. Slap thought it was ridiculous, because the Vykker seemed pretty average. They needed an extra doctor, no matter if it was a little girly. Heck, as far as they knew, the Vykker could have lost a bet, just like Sligs! Slap typed to the other doctors, "Judging this Vykker will get us no where. We need extra assistance. This Vykker seems average by standards, aside from the fact it wears clothing for fashion statements. If it does anything we do not approve, we treat it with knock out gas and throw it out of Rupture Farms with charges of not focusing on work related material on the job. Look it at this way, we have three doctors here. We have three patients that require more than one doctor. This Meech needs to have an operation, we have a female Slig who has injuries, and a Slig who hasn't been diagonosed yet. At a real, small hospital, there would be nearily 30-60 patients at a time, with tons of doctors that could work over 26 hours a day. We have a smaller job, but we still have one Odd of a job to do. (Excuse my language please) Now, let's set aside this Vykker's differences and work with that. Praetyre, declaring this an emergency situation is like calling a Scrub who wears red clothing a terrorist. It's nothing compared to what I had to go through in a hospital. Now excuse me, I need to deal with the new Sligs and the new Vykker," Slap went around the Meech and approached the girly Vykker. He typed politely, "Hello Vykker surgeon. I am sorry for our other Vykkers' behavior, we are under stress. Espically I, who hasn't had a decent amount of sleep for four years. Where is my manners, welcome to the Laboratory of Rupture Farms. You could work here at no cost, as long you qualify for a doctor, which I'm confident you will pass. Now please excuse, someone has to attend to these Sligs," Slap next went to the door and typed to both of the Sligs, "Well, sorry for our delay, we have no such ability to hear people knock the door in the Laboratory. But anyway, we will treat this female, injuried Slig organic. I just need to lift you off the ground. Help me mascline Slig, I am not as physical as you," Slap first tucked his laptop inside his apron and then grabbed onto one of the long, ape-ish arms of the female He used a lot of strength to lift her up. He wasn't able to carry large organics very well, even thought he was able to lift up a Vykker the other day. So, he waited for both Sligs to responde, and tried his best to continue to hold up the Slig. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Isaac was relieved when the Vykker left. That was pretty freaky to see a Vykker, since they looked like their skin was about to rot on their living body. He was still in fear, for an unknown reason. He couldn't find himself to relax very well, but he knew he was okay. There was nothing to fear now, but he was still scared. What did the Vykker do to him? He felt a strange pain in left arm, which was red. Isaac didn't land there. He was too scared to think what had happened to him. While the rest of the Mudokons left except for one, Isaac was left to face that he might need to follow them. He still had no clue what he should be doing around here. Before he could do anything, a bulky Mudokon asked him if he was all right. He responded, "I doun't know, I fell okay, but my arm feels funy, and-," He stopped to look at this Mudokon. It was familiar somehow, but then he quickly realized who it was. Isaac started to shout, "Hey wait a hole darned minute, yer that Mudokon who refuved' (refused) ta help me and my brothers! Yer were like, 'No man, I doun't have a barrel stuck in me pocket', and left me ta find one! What do ya want from me now?" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Kix groaned. This was just what she needed. Some Slig that was pretty disgusting that could disturb the entire community. If Dean was scared, she bet that she would be scared, along with Anni. This wasn't good at all. Maybe she could get the Slig to not be noticed, or at least hide his horrorifying piece of him. She asked Dean nicely, "Well, can you tell him we need to get in there without looking at him? Anni can't bear from watching some ugly looking Slig, even more so if it makes us tremble," |
Galaleo widened his red eyes, “Another female?” Well, that was interesting, “she’s mad? Okay…” He was suspecting this female, Cylepso, was a little weird as well. He wasn’t going to say that to her face though. He listened and then turned his gaze onto the intern, and Mudokon, who were standing before them. He tapped a razor toe on the floor, and said, “you got shot? Now what’s next? We already had meeches, people getting blown up, how interesting…” He scribbled down on his notepad, thinking to himself. He then stretched his fingers and glanced at the (Cal) Intern, and asked, “Might I ask who you are?” Never mind the fact he already knew. He also glanced pointedly at the Interns companion, the Mudokon. (Doe)
*:D* “Oh, see must have been hungry, poor little baby! She hasn’t been feed today. I am very sorry, sir.” Martha said to Vester, “You see, she was trying to eat a scrab leg before, sir, but I wouldn’t let her, as that is cannibalism, and that isn’t good.” Rusty was still moaning about his scratches, waving his hand about. Niko reached out and picked Rusty up by the wrist and peered at the cuts then snorted, “Getta grfp, dhey arent dat bhad.” “It is! Hurt real good!” Rusty wailed, suriming so much that Niko dropped him, “Offpp!” Niko just laughed, while Rusty sat back up, looking mournful. Peach was still sulking, mopping around, refusing to turn in her friends directions. She turned to a familuar scent,(Jatts) and trotted over to it and sat down next to it, leaning her head against the large machined limb. Martha watched and sign, “Oh shes such a drama queen, always sulking, the poor baby…” |
While Cal conversed with a pair of odd Sligs, Doe noticed Scri running towards him. She seemed unaware of what was going on around her.
Doe noticed as she dropped her necklace, he walked over to the dropped object and picked it up. Doe handed the treasure back to its owner, "Scri are you okay, you seem lost." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The Slig(Scarface) that #9 questioned answered, "I'm trying to sleep off a bad guilt, you?" "Well I was in a most spectacular fight only to get shot down by a crazy Vykker, I'm taking a break from all that violence." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Chris was happy to get a good welcoming from the Intern(Slap), yet he thought it odd how a Intern had so much pull around here. Chris was used to people treating Interns as simple trash. "I'm ready to help in anyway I can." |
“Mad as a scrab with a tooth ache really. But I cant talk-most people would say I’m a lunatic. I don’t care though, I stopped caring a while back. After all, you can kill all the morons or there would be no one left.”
“mnnaganm mnanma.” Seb commented. “I wasn’t meaning you, your mad like me, aren’t you?” “mmnamam nmamgh.” “Your such a moron.” “mnhnam, mnama hnamam?” “If only that were possible.” Seb rolled his eyes, looking amused. Cyelpso hummed tunelessly then remembered something Cal said, “Worse mishaps? What could be worse then getting’ shot? Wanna talk about it?” ---- Vester stared at Martha, not really understanding what she was saying, “Sulking…? What’s that mean?” Lenny crawled along, scuttling along the ground like a armed slurg. He spied Tiny, Trio and Jaws and laughed, rather hysterically, and yelped, “Hehehe, running around in circles! Sloggie and sliggie!” He tried to clap but fell over, and giggled some more. ---- Jatt glared at his brother, who crossed his arms and rested his head on them. He was about to snap at him when he noticed something red by his leg. To his surprise, the little scrab was there, leaning against his leg. He brightened, and then reached down and gently picked the small animal up, patting her. Jutt glanced up and made a disgusted face at Jatt. He thougn was to busy patting Peach, cooing to her, “Aww, yer so cute…” “Odd, what da ‘ell as happened tha ye? Cute? Yo acting like a bloody mud, fer cryin’ out loud.” “Well, shes is cute. I like ‘er.” Jatt responded, patting Peaches head. Jutt looked at his brother as if he had grown another head, but Jatt ignored him and continued to pat and coo to Peach. |
Ricky sighed with relief when the doors finally opened, and saw an armour-clad Vykker step out, saying something to the Inhabitants behind it, and followed by an Intern in an apron. Ricky noticed that the Intern was carrying a laptop, presumably for communicating purposes.
How strange. Ricky leaned closer to read what the Intern had typed; "Well, sorry for our delay, we have no such ability to hear people knock the door in the Laboratory.('No $&*#, Sherlock.' Ricky said, half jokingly at this.) But anyway, we will treat this female, injured Slig organic. I just need to lift you off the ground. Help me masculine Slig, I am not as physical as you." Ricky nodded as he carefully grabbed her by the torso and, resting her head on his shoulder, he slowly carried her into the lab with the help of the Intern (if that's okay with you Slaveless :p). As they went in, Ricky asked with a hint of fear in his voice; 'She's gonna be okay, right?' he knew the Intern couldn't respond without typing on his laptop, but he wanted to get it out of his system. *** Cal gave a suspicious look at the white-skinned Slig as he asked his identity. He saw that he was writing something down on a note pad, that wasn't a good sign either. Could he get 'Calvin Castro' out of just 'Cal'? But he wasn't as much a well-known criminal as Ricky was, maybe he could risk it... 'The name's Cal. You want my autograph too?' he said jokingly, pointing at the note pad. He chuckled quietly at his own joke for a moment before the female Slig asked; “Worse mishaps? What could be worse then getting’ shot? Wanna talk about it?” Cal glared. 'No, I don't.' he said, horns twitching. He opened his mouth to say something else when- 'Tsk tsk tsk, that's not like you! You should be proud of your battlescars, or are you too embarrassed about what happened to tell them?' Cal gave an oh so quiet whimper when the voice inside his head hissed its taunts at him again. Where the hell'd it come from?! He'd never heard it before... unless... Cal surreptitiously placed a hand on his taser, which was now clipped to his belt. Had the shock attack caused it? *** Wic looked curiously at Cal, who seemed to have gotten lost in his thoughts. 'You okay?' he asked. Cal snapped back to reality, but just glared at Wic again. Wic also noticed Doe had moved off without answering his question. He felt a little sad, but he was used to being ignored my the big people, so it didn't worry him too much. |
Ralph waved a hand in Isaac's direction and started walking away.
"Fine, if you don't want help, I won't give it. See you later." OOC: Sorry for the short post, and in case you're wondering, I'm not making Ralph "become nicer" as time goes on or anything cliche like that :p But his change of personality with the experiments has made it rather unstable, meaning he practically gets mood swings. So he can be completely antisocial sometimes and other times he can actually be quite helpful and friendly. |
“Good, cause we don’t wanna hear it!” Cylepso beamed, not at all offended by Cals response. Seb looked rather amused, but didn’t comment. Cylepso started to click her fingers and sang lightly under her breath to a old poem she knew,
“and they fell, a screaming down and when they hit the bottom they stained the ground, with their watery brains…” “mnmhamam?’ Seb asked. “What? Oh I just remember that tune. The words aren’t too nice, but who cares? The world isn’t nice, either.” “mhmam.” “Don’t take that tone with me mister, or I’ll go over their and kick your ass.” “mnhmama nmaha.” Seb said, shaking his head. “Could so! Or I could shot you, but I would get told off and I don’t like people yelling at me, phah, do they think I’m deaf or something? If they talked normally I could hear them perfectly, but I tune out if they start yelling like a deranged paramite.” “nmmah. Hmamam?” “Oh, your getting’ pretty annoying, so shut it.” “mhnma hmam.” “Oh for Oddsake, you win. Fine, I’ll shut up…For a few seconds at least.” With that she crossed her arms and looked grumpy. “mnhanmam?” “Yes, I am.” “mhnam.” |
Scri was shocked as doe adressed her. "uhm..i'm fine" she said with a small smile as she took back her treasure. "ur..i was just wondering if you..uhm..nevermind" she stuttred, looking down at the floor. she only wanted to thank him and ask if he wanted to move away from the crowds, but somehow the words just retreated back down her throat, like a lone paramite facing an intruder. Scri turned away and cursed herself for being so foolish. "I'm sorry" she muttered "i think somethings wrong with me.."
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(R&R)
"Good for you..." An uninterested Scarface muttered, burying his torn tentacles in his pillows. - - - (Cafeteria)Tiny kept on running from Jaws with Tiro, before Tiro climbed on to a table, out of the sloggie's reach. He chanted, before Tiny realisewd what he was doing. "NOES!" He cried, before Tiro possesed him. He shook wildly, before looking around the room with azure blue eyes. "Cool, I'm bigger than everyone else!" The possesed Tiny giggled. Dimitrio blinked at what Tiro had done, before sighing. "Just don't blow him up or try anything stupid..." His eyes widened as he recognised Lenny. "Lenny!....What happened to your pants? Anyway, have you seen Agent anywhere? She just went off and didn't come back..." - - - (Deks lab...Yay medical help)Agent give an agonized moan as she was carried, flickering her eyes half open. "Shot myself..." She choked out. "Accident....Blood loss...." She rested her head on Ricardo's shoulder as she tried to fight off the urge to close her eyes. - OOC: Anyway, Agent 80085 has blood loss, a bullet lodged in her chest and will probably need more blood or something. And Patrick, Chris asked what shehe's supposed to do, no one has told Chris what to do yet. |
OOC: Er, how could Ricky tell Praetyre's skin colour when he is completely covered by grey armour?
IC: Praetyre turned to Slap, and replied; "Sorry, I was just a bit bitterly stressed and hated seeing other happy Inhabitants, so I lashed out. You do make a good point about our staffing ratio. What would be your estimate for the average patient intake per day in a facility like this? We could extrapolate hiring requirements using nurse-surgeon-patient and lodge a request with the boss based And actually, I was thinking of calling this an emergency for job security reasons. It isn't, really. It’s just that when you start allowing folks to operate out of an emergency, you get boatloads of paperwork and I really don’t feel like burdening myself or some poor bureaucratic schmuck with that junk and legal garbage. And I really don’t want to put any more pressure on the boss here. He looks like he has a hell of a job on his hands.” Praetyre turned and walked over to the strange Vykker, offering to shake his hand; “I apologize for my immature behaviour earlier. I also apologize for allowing my stress to overwhelm me and awake the darker, purely genetic personality existent within me. Please, welcome aboard. My name is Praetyre. What’s yours?” Domino continued to wrestle Arrack, and eventually held the organ bag above the Slig’s head and slammed it down like a wrestler, having learned some lessons from first hand experience with Malarkey as how to forcibly attach a hood to someone’s head. He pulled the bag so it would automatically zip tight enough to require the force of a Scrab to budge it. It wrenched around Arrack’s neck, stopping just short of impairing his breathing. Arrack watched as his world once again became a slitted one. He decided to just give up. It wasn’t very nice to cause enormous amounts of vomiting. He wrenched it off temporarily again, but it simply snapped back on again. He spoke through the mouth hole; “Sorry.” Domino was about to give Arrack a bit of a platonic, reassuring hug when he saw a freakish looking Vykker through the nearby lab door. He screamed and receded, horrible mental images of cyclopean captain’s, steam engine’s, and brooms. He screamed almost as loudly as Arrack once had, and collapsed in a heap, crying. |