Work at Rupture Farms (v.6)

[ZERO101]

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

[Slaveless]

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

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

[Splat]

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

[Munch's Master]

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

[IloveHammy!]

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

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

[Patrick Vykkers]

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

[Splat]

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

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

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

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

[Zerox]

OOC: K then.

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

[ZERO101]

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

[IloveHammy!]

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

[Munch's Master]

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

[Taytay]

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

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

[sligger]

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

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

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

[Slaveless]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ZERO101]

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

[ZERO101]

ooc: I am redoing my profile...

[Patrick Vykkers]

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

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

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

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

[Psyke]

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

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

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

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

[Splat]

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

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

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

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

[Slaveless]

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

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

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

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

[Splat]

ooc: Well as it's your character whose leading mine you should be the one to decide where they go. Krik thinks he knows where she is but isn't going to tell. Gappiqu has no idea, so he'd have to guess. Take them where you think Gappiqu is likely to look, though it might arouse suspicion if he leads Krik round at gunpoint so you might want to stick in a 'try anything and I shoot you' line and lower the gun. Krik has no weapon and he's injured so there's not much he can try.

[Zerox]

IC: Sturg sniffed along with Somi "The smell is weak and faded, we should be fine. I've been living around this dump long enough to know, as well as how dangerous old structures are. This should be fine."
Sturg walked off ahead, up to the tower, and pushed the door open with a creak, and looked in. Quiet. No Paramites directly nearby "It's fine!" he called back, before walking in and letting the door slam behind him.
Water driped from many old points within the tower, algae growing where they dripped off and landed on the floor. A lone Fleech chirped in surprise, before squeezing itself out a hole in the wall and escaping. Sturg started sniffing the floor around the entrance, to double check for Paramite infestation...

[IloveHammy!]

ic:Opple:"We should go different ways indeed.We were on our way to the R+R to change our clothes.But,maybe we'll meet again soon."*not the slightest smile crossing her face*

[Patrick Vykkers]

Praetyre watched with surprise as Slap almost single handedly wheeled both this Stuey and Arrack into the Lab Cages room. He followed into them, trying to stay away from the Fuzzles, which he had a strong dislike of following their murder of his aunt, friends, and superiors. He knew it was irrational to blame a wild animal like a Fuzzle for his or her actions, but still had a strange feeling that there may be more to the Fuzzle's than previously thought.

Praetyre then spoke to Slap, standing over and watching the monitors. "No odd readings" he thought.

"Well, let's begin this operation. I'll just stand monitoring while you, who is evidently superior to me in this field, can perform your work."

[ZERO101]

ooc: I made my profile better and am ready to RPG.

IC: ZERO just walking in from his now scrab infested factory, was so sleepy from the long walk, "I just got to lay down for a little bit" *falls asleep on floor* Zero woke up after a hour or two, "Hello, howz do I join dis place" said zero with a confused look on his face.

[Psyke]

OOC: Zero.....may i suggest you look at everyone elses posts?. you know the ones that are longer than 2 lines.....the ones that have some backstory and consistancy rather than just feeble attention seeking?. ;P

[ZERO101]

IC: "hey you, roid can you help me join this place" said zero.

[sligger]

ooc: i would like to know who is incharge of this place.

[Splat]

ooc: Ingame or in reality?
Dripik's the thread-starter and his character Arnie is the boss of the place.

[Goresplatter]

OOC:

IC: "hey you, roid can you help me join this place" said zero.

Now I'm not the RP master, and I'm not trying to be nasty. Well, maybe a LITTLE.

But seriously - at least look at everyone elses posts around here, just to see how it's done. There are like, so many differences in what you're doing and what they're doing.

1) Longer posts.

2) We know where these characters are.

3) We have detailed description of what is going on and what is happening.

If you want, you could have someone write an entrance paragraph or something for you, then you could follow that style. Right now it's kind of hard to tell anything from the posts you make.

My little ranty, my little ranty... you'll always be in my brain...

(OT: Damn, my brain is spouting crap, I think it's bed time! )