The situation was getting ridiculous in Arnie's point of view. He couldn't even count how many people were waiting for a post. And he was getting tired too, not to mention the workers around him - they seemed... restless. Or eager to see eachother's brains blown up the wall, he couldn't tell. He decided to find another solution for this problem.
"Listen people, it's getting a bit late, and I don't want you all falling into grinders just because you didn't get enough sleep. Go and find the R+R, I'll find out where can I use... I mean, employ you."
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"What jobs? It depends on what you can do. Cleaning? Repairing? Working with machinery?" Otto asked Anza. "Most of our Mudokons are working 'round the meat grinders... Others, well, I guess they are just messing around." He looked at Rick.
"Hey, don't look at me! I do what I'm supposed to do. Helping around the kitchen." he said defensively.
"And being the blind-slog of sightless junkheaps?"
Rick didn't answer this one, seeing that he wanted to keep his job. He went back into the kitchen and checked the Scrab Legs to distract himself. "Otto knows nothing of what went down in the basement." he thought, fuming. "I might convince a Paramite sometime to visit him while he sleeps." Smirking, he remembered the time when he possessed a Paramite.
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"My identification is beside the point." said RG curtly, deciding to speed the conversation up a bit. "I wanted to know if you saw a Slig running around with modified custom rifle?"
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OOC: Now, I really want every character to turn in, so we can start v.7.
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