Work at Rupture Farms (v.8)

[Carnix]

IC:

(Cafeteria)

Krett heard a reply, turned, and spotted a glukkon (Arnie). He rushed toward him, still devouring the scrab leg.
"Hi, um, sir" Krett began to speak quickly and anxiously. "My name's Krett" He stopped speaking and snatched up the scrab leg that Rick had dropped and began to gnaw at that frantically while disposing of the other leg. He then readdressed Arnie. "I'm looking for a job as an inventor!" At this point Krett dug into his bag and retrieved a few blueprints, pointing out one in particular. "These," He said "are the blueprints for a redesign on slig pants! I believe that with the right equipment I can give sligs mechanical legs that are so like legs you'd probably not notice they're robotic! This new design will allow sligs to run jump and do things they could only watch muds do! A small device I created will even stop that awful give-away 'chink' noise!"

OOC: when I said 'began to speak quickly' I meant very quickly...

[OddYouko]

IC: "Yeah and anything will do." Roy replied to Lenny's question. Looking away from Lenny then at Vester Roy stepped back. "What? You...you think my skin is...funny?" Stepping back a little more and looking at the floor. "Well I couldn't help being born like this." Roy has been now too take things a little seriously so he wasn't to close with other Muds that make fun of him. "Well I better find a Glukkon...now." Looking back at the twosome. "Thanks for talking with me even if it wasn't very long."

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IC: Riding on the train to Rupture Farms Corky was finally happy to get out of Slig Barracks and nowing there would be more Mudokons to beat made him even more happy. With his Slog Phats at his side snarling Corky new they would have a good time. "Hope you're good and hungry boy" Corky said to his beloved Slog. Phats drooling at the mouth just sat there and growled. The train continued on it's way to Rupture Farms.

[Zerox]

IC: Silph mused a moment before responding again "Not really, but I guess I could be good in security. It seems to have been the thing I've been best at so far..." He groaned as some idiot came up and interrupted, speaking faster than most people would be able to register.
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Slash was taken aback by the Mudokon's reaction. Must be a mental case, he figured. He'd ask what the problem was, but that wasn't really why he'd come in here, so he addressed the Vykker "Well, I found this thing hidden in the grinding area a while ago. I've shown Arnie, but I'm not sure what to do with it now. It's quite interesting, but if I'm correct it's some sort of weapon, and we don't want it falling into the wrong hands, so I need somewhere safe to keep it, if I may?"

[Zozo the Zrilufet]

OOC: Yay I highlight stuff and where people are.

IC

(GROUND FLOOR)

(CAFETERIA)

Population: Cylepso, RG-49, Rick, Arnie, Silph, Krett, Vester, Lenny, Ralph, Kotez, Roy
Scarface glared down coldly at the freaky thing (Silph) that snarled at him. Filthy animal...It was like they employed anyone here that had the physical capability to move! The mudokons were up and walking around for crying out loud and that glukkon (Arnie) was saying nothing about it! That other less-bothersome female friend of Dimitrio's (Cylepso) came running in, yelling blether.

"Theres some wild thing running around! What the hell is in this food?" Dimitrio nearly jumped out of his pants when her heard her. He got up, holding Tiro by the hand and skedaddled over to her with the child following.
“The good news is we found Agent.” He gasped, ribs poking at all his sides. He sniffled and cried again, though this time less extremely.
“But – but she doesn't e – even remember my name!” He whimpered. Tiro looked to the floor and cringed. He missed Wic already. If only Wic was here...He gave him advice that made him feel better. Would it work on Dimitrio.
“Maybe she's just confused?” He piped up. He sniffled and examined his bruises.

Scarface was just left to play hangman with that huge wuss of a bigbro. Some mudokon guy (Rick) dared put down his food to confront him.
"What's wrong with you? Beating up a kid like that?" That mudokon dared speak up to him. He scowled sourly, ripped tentacles shaking. He spat in his direction and missed.
“Shut your face, mud!” He regretted it when Tiny shook and rattled him in the air as punishment. His arms were aching so badly.

(FIRST FLOOR)(DEK'S LAB)

Population: Krik, Dionysia, Slash, Sturg
Agent 80085 was quite happy just to snuggle Mr. Sprinkles there and purr away to herself before realizing her surroundings. For starters, there was a vykker there (Krik). She had unpleasant faint memories of vykkers. They had made her unhappy and so she acted quite the violent brat as a child. She got real lonely and longed for someone to look up to who would care for her, so rather than bother an unloving vykker she pinched a doll she found. As her paranoia and pride grew she kept Mr. Sprinkles hidden and out of reach of anyone. Other sligs would probably find her emotional hold over a stuffed piece of fabric strange and exploit her weakness. She had only let one slig know of his existence and meaning to her, but that slig was long gone and that number wasn't about to change.

That vykker was also injecting and likewise experimenting on a mudokon (Dionysia). Definitely not a normal one however. She had certain feminine traits and a shirt like her (only Agent's shirt was tight, black and sliced off to save time in surgery. The slig knew she was missing something, but couldn't remember what), plus she wore red and had dark grey skin close to black. Agent couldn't see her in proper colour due to her mask, but she could see her clothes and moodiness. It was like the girl was used to being poked and prodded by a wrinkly ugly thing on a tripod.

There was some flying slig (Slash) there too. He had a...What was it? It looked like a fancy wooden baton. Why wasn't it just made out of metal or something harder? That would get slackers back into line faster. It looked like primitive native junk, though the word native skipped her vocabulary. The slig was speaking to that ugly vykker guy (Krik). Just...Why? Since when did sligs and vykkers come into contact? The slig didn't scare her though.

It was that freaky two-legged animal with a head like a scrab in a wheelchair that did (Sturg). She wasn't sure what it was she had against scrabs, paramites, fuzzles or whatever else that could eat another's flesh. But they just creeped her out to no end. She couldn't even eat meat anyway without it screwing over her digestive tract. Shaking like a leaf, she screamed and managed to fall off the table while holding onto Mr. Sprinkles. Her pants clattered off the operating table too, hitting the floor and herself. It didn't really hurt, they were aluminium after all.

[Splat]

Krik made the vykker-equivilent of a shrug. "I don't work for Arnie, but I assume no one will hate you for hiding it here. The lab is usually occupied so it's robably as safe a place as any. If you go through that door you'll find yourself in a room used for caging laboratory specimins. You could probably find somewhere to hide it in there."

When Krik turned back to Dionysia she muttered, "Probably left there by the native I told you about."
"Perhaps, perhaps. Let's hope Arnie deals with the intruder appropriately without your help, shall we?" He asked contemptuously. She scowled at him as he pushed his last injection into her arm. As he was withdrawing it there was a crash (Agent) and he jumped, jerking the syringe.
Dionysia yelled. Krik spun round; "What on Odd was that?" He demanded.

[Gretin]

OOC: Wow, sudden surge of posts! Zerox, just one thing, Ralph didn't walk up to Kotez, he was previously standing in the doorway and he moved aside for the people who were entering but as Kotez was standing in the doorway then I figured Ralph could easily talk to him from where he was standing. Just saying because it kinda makes a difference just body language why, I guess. Well, to me anyway

ANYWAY:

IC:

Kotez: "Shouldn't you be working right now?"

Nodding, Ralph replied ,"I'm sure I should. However as of yet no one seems to have done a call for people to get to work, so I don't think anyone really knows what to do."
He looked around the room, "I get the feeling this place hasn't had much time to get reorganised after it's re-construction. But relax, I'm sure everyone including you will have plenty of work to do, perhaps more than they'd like."

He saw the glukkon seemed to be asking people to come now, but he decided he'd just wait until the line had decreased somewhat. And although he wouldn't admit it, he was curious to find out more about this steef creature.

OOC: Can't really post as Hembar until Slaveless posts again.

[dripik]

OOC: For some reason, I thought that Krett is also a kid. Maybe the 'tiny Mud voice' confused me a bit.

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Not really, but I guess I could be good in security. It seems to have been the thing I've been best at so far..." said Silph when the Mudokon Arnie called for (Krett) came over and produced a rather fast introduction of himself. Arnie was trying to catch up with the things he said, his mouth slightly open. When the Mudokon finished, he spoke. "Just a minute." Then he turned back to Silph. "Security is #7's cup of tea. Talk with him to get a post." he inclined his head towards #7 Slig, who was standing next to the table, still holding a Scrab Leg for Arnie.

Arnie turned back to the Mudokon. "So... Krett, right? I don't know much about mechanics..." he shot a glance over the blueprints Krett showed him. "...but if you're an inventor, how come you ended up in a meat plant? Just curious..." he asked.

"I believe Vykker organics, who are quite adept at inventing, would take it offending if a Mudokon organic joined their ranks." noted RG from Arnie's side.

"True, I guess they wouldn't take Krett seriously." nodded Arnie.

"Although, as much as I know of Vykker organics, they would love to use someone like you as a test subject for experiments. I've heard stories of..." said RG, but Arnie interrupted. "That's enough, RG."

Meanwhile, #7 Slig turned to Silph. "So, you need a guard post, huh? Well, the thing is that security is rather messy at the moment. I don't know who's here and who's there. People went missing, others were blown up, stuff like that. I'll make a list about the currently active guards, I think. In the meantime, just make sure that everything goes smoothly on this level. If anything strange happens, check it out and handle it appropriately. If you need a weapon, pay a visit to the Armory on the second floor." said #7 Slig. "Any questions?"

At the counter, Rick felt some sort of satisfaction as the Slig (Scarface) cursed and spat at him. Not that he was looking for trouble, but it was still good to torment the Slig a bit. Rick looked at the huge BigBro (Tiny) who was holding Scarface, then looked back at the Slig. "Seems you found a proper mate you can play with. Have fun, you two." he said, shooting an encouraging grin at Tiny. With that, he left for the exit.

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OOC: #7 expressed my current feelings about the situation: I don't know how many characters are active right now. We should make a list.

[Carnix]

OOC:
Krett is 18 in human years. So You might get away with calling him a kid. Although a kid is a baby goat and Krett is clearly a mud...

IC:

(Cafeteria -still)

Krett watched Arnie and RG's brief conversation before taking his chance to continue speaking. "I was under the impression that vykkers were quite friendly toward muds. I met one in the lab and she didn't put a single bad word my way. Mind you, I did just meet a slig that didn't hit me with his gun... And to answer your earlier question, sir, I came to Ruptur Farms because it's the only industrial workplace I know of. I've lived as a native ever since the blue guy helped me escape."

[Zerox]

IC: Silph regarded #7 Slig a moment before responding "Nope, no questions. I'll go pick a weapon now..." Silph headed off upstairs, and found the armoury, and looked around. Not bad, but he still had little experience with guns. He looked at the lines of various weaponry up on the shelves. He grabbed a belt and clipped it on, and grabbed a pair of ordinary pistols, rather than the Lungbuster variety. Nice, old fashioned barrel ones. Also taking a couple of ammo clips, he added them to the assortment on his belt. Satisfied with his equipment, he decided to go and have a practice shoot outside quickly. He grabbed an extra couple of clips and carried them to the front of the factory, and stood just outside the front doors.
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Kotez mumbled a response. The Mudokon seemed overly friendly and talkative. This place was rather odd. He yawned and leaned against the side of the doorway, observing the head Gluk. He seemed preoccupied at the moment, so he'd wait until he was done talking to...another Mudokon. He didn't risk questioning motives at the moment.
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"Okay, thanks a bunch" said Slash as he turned and flew towards the door, pushing it open and entering the next room. A number of stacked cages lay lined up around the room, and others randomly placed. He flew up to the highest stack, pulled the top cage away from the wall slightly, and put the satchel and Tomahawk behind it. He flew down lower. Not visible from ground level, unless someone pretty tall came in, and it was supervised. Satisfied, he left the lab. He ought to get to work now. Since Rupture Farms had only recently been re-established, there must be plenty of things to fix. He flew past the lift, noticing the doorway looked rather grubby, and the lift at the bottom. Maybe from disuse. He flew in and pulled the lever to bring it up. Nothing. Aha, the lift was faulty, unsurprisingly considering the rope was missing. A number of other parts were missing from the lift, the platform only remained in position due to it being on the ground floor. Since nothing moved the the lever at all, the electricity seemed to be cut off too. he'd need supplies, however. There must be a storage cupboard somewhere. After taking a look at his map, he realised it was up one floor. He flew directly up the shaft to floor two and entered the storage room, and began rummaging for the required parts...

OOC: Splat has suggested I write Sturg out from the RP, and I think I may follow that idea, since as he said, there really isn't much for him to do here, so, the story is that he's been taken somewhere more secret by the Vykkers in their Meech plan. That alright?

[Splat]

ooc: The main lifts are the sort of pulley/platform lifts you found throughout the first two games, where Abe pulls the rope to raise the platform.
After 20 minutes research I've uncovered:

Post where they broke initially.

There's another post where someone tried to fix the lift and they got worse; just looking for that now and I'll edit the link into this post.

EDIT: Got it!

Post where attempt to fix lifts didn't work so well.

And...

Aftermath of the above post, including one of the earliest references to the wildlife inhabiting the basement.

So the lifts would be called to your floor by pulling a lever, like they are ingame. New ropes, new pulleys (thats the wheel at the top) and new platforms are probably needed and can be found in the grinders. Electrics may need repairing as well. The lift runs from the top floor to the basement.

EDIT2: And if you're wondering if poor Sev the slig survives...
Then you'll just have to go and read W@RF 4 and find out! (It's actually one of my favourites of the classic W@RF, that and the first few pages of W@RF 5, with the exception of anything involving Chirpy7 or Outlaw King. Excellent RPGing, the 'Tom Baker' of Classic W@RF ) (Doctor Who reference, sorry).

[skillyaslig]

OOC: Wow, people break stuff...
IC:
Cylepso glanced at Dimitrio as he ran up to her, holding a little mudokons hand. She blinked as he mentioned Agent. "Really?! That great! It least you know she isnt hurt...Maybe its just stress? Where is she?"
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Vester was still staring at the mudokons strange skin, amazed at the colour. Lenny however smiled happily and waved at roy, "No worries, my friend!! You me and Vesters friend, you can talk to us anytime!!"

[dripik]

"Ah." Said Arnie when Krett mentioned 'the blue guy'. It seemed that they got to a topic which was rather sensitive to Glukkons, even if they had no real business with Abe. "I see." He remembered that, if suspicions were correct, a Native has already made it to the factory. The appearance of another, non-Industrial Mudokon was rather strange.

On the other hand, Krett seemed to know a lot about mechanics, which is not quite common among Native Mudokons. Arnie decided to find out more about it. "And where did you learn all this?" he inclined his head at the blueprints. "I mean, Slig pants are not exactly the same level as pulley platforms, are they? Advanced gear like that is usually designed by professionals at large corporations."

As Silph left for the Armory, #7 Slig looked around and saw a newcomer at the door - none other than a Steef. #7 Slig went over, leaving Arnie and RG with Krett. "Hi. You here for a job, too?" he asked the Steef (Kotez).

[Zerox]

OOC: Before I edit the elevator post, Splat, I'm rather confused. You say it's a pulley style lift, yet electrics and buttons are mentioned in Jarnww's post as well as you say that the electrics also need fixing. However, if I'm thinking right, the pulley doesn't need to use electrics. Is there a button and a door leading onto the platform, or what? I'm just rather confused at the moment. I'll edit that post when I know what I'm doing :S

IC: Kotez had just began to drift off and jumped when the Slig (#7) addressed him. He shook his head and looked at him. Seemed important. Better try to be polite "Ah, yes, I was looking for a work position. Security might be good, but any other manual labour positions I could fill, since there already is a fair number of Sligs around here. I was given this form when I finished my artillery training, nothing much but you might need it..." Kotez reached into his back pocket and pulled it out and unfolded it, at the top in large print was written "Bulletz Ballistics and Artillery Training facility". He handed it to the Slig.

[Splat]

There are levers you can pull to sommon the lift to your floor. Think about ingame, if you've used a possessed slig to move a lift away there wll almost always be something such as a lever or voicelock you can activate to call it back.

[dripik]

OOC: Just as Splat said, yes. They have a basic electric system among the pulley mechanism, the two are connected. If the platform is on another level, you can summon it with the console/lever/whatever (I think I usually wrote consoles when I summoned platforms, but they could vary).

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#7 Slig took the paper from the Steef and read it. "Uh-huh... Yeah... So, your name is Kotez, right?" he said, recalling the name he saw on the paper. He folded it and gave it back to Kotez. "You better keep it with you. It seems you're quite efficient with weapons, after all that training. But, as you said, we already have a lot of guards, so you might end up in a manual labour position."

#7 Slig glanced at Arnie, who was still talking with Krett. "You should introduce yourself to the Boss, too. While you're waiting, take a Scrab Leg from the counter." he said to Kotez.

[Zerox]

OOC: Edited the previous Slash post now, thanks for the info. Are the executive lifts the same pulley mechanism, or different? They seem to have a different shape on the map.

IC: Kotez nodded as he folded up his paper and returned it to his pocket. He mumbled a "Thanks" and, looking at the busy boss as he walked past, came up to the counter. On today's menu were...Scrab Legs. Not bad. Perhaps this place needed a cook for some other dietary options. He shrugged and grabbed one, ripping it directly off the bone and chewing slowly as he mused on possible work positions.

[OddYouko]

IC: "Alright!" Roy said walking away from the twosome. Now walking over to the counter he took a look at the menu then at Kotez. "Are those Scrab legs any good?" He asked the Steef. Roy had never seen such a powerful looking creature. Trying not to stare he just looked back at the menu.

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IC: The train had finally made it to it's destination. It stopped and the doors flew open letting the two get out and then zooming to another location to drop of more passangers. "Well we're finally here!" Corky said while rubbing his machine gun. Phats growled deeply he's mouth whide open causing drool to flow out and on to the ground. The twosome then headed towards the entrance.

[Zozo the Zrilufet]

IC

(GROUND FLOOR)

(CAFETERIA)

Population: Cylepso, RG-49, Rick, Arnie, Krett, Vester, Lenny, Ralph, Kotez, Roy, Otto
That mud (Rick) seemed too happy for Scarface's liking. Smug, even. He wanted to sock him in the face so badly but couldn't reach. That pansy Tiny wouldn't let go of him.
"Seems you found a proper mate you can play with. Have fun, you two." Rick said, shooting an encouraging grin at Tiny. With that, he left for the exit. Scarface just rolled his eyes before realizing he had been talking mainly to Tiny. He landed hard on his shoulders after being dropped. He whined and attempted to flee with just his hands and was snatched back up by the left leg.

Cylepso was optimistic as usual. She took this as good news. Dimitrio on the other hand was still worried sick about Agent. First he thought she hated his guts, then she just seemed to regret it and forget who he was. Then she seemed to have remembered something else urgent. Who the Hell was Mr. Sprinkles? Did he matter to her more than he did? He felt rejected either way.
"Really?! That great! It least you know she isn't hurt...Maybe its just stress? Where is she?" She asked with excitement. Dimitrio coughed weakly.
“She...Ran out, I – I have no idea...” He croaked. A lack of food was getting to him. Luckily, he thought, no one seemed to even raise a brow about how underweight he was. Staring shyly at the floor, he didn't notice Tiny stomp up to him until turning around and flinching. He had Scarface dangling too close for comfort near him. How he hated and feared that guy...He eeped and edged away behind Cylepso. Still he was too close. Scarface looked around and whispered three words to him. They made Dimitrio tense up and freeze on the spot. From anyone else they'd be just plain awkward, but from him, someone who had installed fear into his mind from an early age, they were just plain insane and lacked logic.

Tiny didn't like seeing fights or violence, but he wanted that jerk punished. The glukkon (Arnie) didn't seem to of noticed the scuffle. Besides, he was a glukkon, mudokon-beating was allowed in practically every place...Except this one, but Tiny didn't know that. He held the dangling slig out to Cylepso to deal with.
“Cy, Scarface hit Tiro and made him cry.” He ratted him out. Tiro sniffled in agreement, rubbing his bruised arms with watery eyes. They were both cut off from going on because Dimitrio screamed and bolted for the door.

(OUTSIDE THE CAFETERIA)

Population: Rick?
Dimitrio slammed the door behind him and sat infront of it, leaning his back against it as he shivered. He wouldn't forget what he had said...It terrified and sickened him to no end. Why him? Why him of all sligs? He wasn't even supposed to feel or let alone think that; they were just sligs. He thought he hated him. Now it just made no sense. Did he still hate him? Had he even hated him all along? Was he just lying to hurt him? He held his masked face in his hands and sobbed like he had so many times. He couldn't understand it. He wanted Agent badly.

(FIRST FLOOR)

(DEK'S LAB)

Population: Krik, Dionysia,
That weird mudokon (Dionysia) yelled for some reason. An old cranky voice snapped.
"What on Odd was that?" Probably the vykker (Krik) demanded. Shakily, Agent pulled herself onto the table so her tail dangled off and she could see the moody tripod. He had a syringe and an unhappy mudokon (Dionysia) with him. Staring at the vykker for a moment, she promptly gave him the biggest finger she could then fell back down onto the hard floor and swore out loud.
“F@&$!”

[Marvak]

OC: Lol hey everyone. Hope nobody minds me making up for my rather long absence.

IC: Wic jogged back from the toilets after relieving himself, to the cafeteria. He was starting to get to know the place now. But he still didn't have a job...
As he came to the cafeteria doors, he saw there was a rather pathetic-looking cybernetic Slig sitting by them. Hesitantly tip-toeing up to him (Abe style), he said in a quiet voice;
"Mister Sad Swiggy? Do you wanna hug?"

[Splat]

While Dionysia yelled at him and clutched her bleeding arm, Krik glared at the direction of the noise until the slig in question appeared and made a rather insulting gesture in his direction.
"Hey!" He barked; temper at an end, he stormed round the side of the operating table to confront the slig, "You will show the proper respect to your superiors slug, or find yourself in front of Queen Skillya!"
Now on the same side of the operating table as the slig, he glared at it, evidently failing to notice its unusual gender, possibly from anger, but what he did notice was the vykker-shaped toy on the lab floor. He snatched it up and glared at it. "What is this piece of rubbish?" He asked grumpily, not connecting it in any way to the slig at his feet.

[Zozo the Zrilufet]

IC

(GROUND FLOOR)

(OUTSIDE THE CAFETERIA)

Population: Rick? Wic
He sat and angsted against the door. His mechanical arm was no comfort, just feeling cold against the remains of his shoulder. It seemed the positives faded away when he dwelled on the negatives. The meaner sligs looked like they had it all. They were sociable with their peers, could fire a gun just fine (He was too scared to do it) and didn't get some weirdo telling them...These things he'd rather not hear from his tormentor. He rested his head on his organic hand. His eyes weeped quietly. He couldn't see the light at times.

A little mudokon (Wic) ran then snuck up to [b]Dimitrio. He swivelled his eyes over to the child in a trenchcoat and cap without much thought. A kid wouldn't pick on him for crying. An older person would find it odd. He said quietly:
"Mister Sad Swiggy? Do you wanna hug?"
Dimitrio wasn't one for physical contact or admitting he just wanted to break down and cry. But suddenly this looked like a golden opportunity. He sniffled, squeaked a weak “Yes...” and restarted bawling and sobbing pathetically.

(FIRST FLOOR)

(DEK'S LAB)

Population: Krik, Dionysia,
The unseen mudokon (Dionysia) kept on yelling over something. Perhaps the vykker was torturing her. Either way, Agent 80085 would rather not get involved with a vykker. They were sadistic psychos.
"Hey!" The vykker (Krik) snapped. It looked like he was the bossy kind of guy who wouldn't take a finger for an answer.
“F@£* it...” She thought. He stormed over on three grisly legs to confront her. Suddenly she felt embarrassed about being looked down upon naked. She was short for a slig and lying on her back wasn't helping either. It was times like this she hated the fact she went red easily.
"You will show the proper respect to your superiors slug, or find yourself in front of Queen Skillya!" Tch. The name didn't a bell. Then again, neither did a cybernetic anorexic but she knew she had something to do with him...Unable to find words to fire back at him, she snarled deeply and glared hard. She hated being submissive. It made her scared and annoyed, mostly scared.
The ugly guy with a head like a balloon didn't seem to notice the fact she was female. He did notice something on the lab floor, however. He snatched it up in a spindly arm and glared at it. She felt sick and could of kicked herself. She failed to protect Mr. Sprinkles again. She swallowed hard and shivered.
"What is this piece of rubbish?" He asked grumpily. She recalled a horrific memory involving vykkers and losing someone close. She had no idea who or what was involved in it, but she didn't want a repeat. Wailing, she clinged to the vykker's legs and wailed like a desperate child.
“DON'T TAKE HIM; PLEASE!” She could have been heard all around the factory in a cartoon.

[Marvak]

IC:
Wic smiled and walked forward at the robo-armed Slig's acceptance.
"It's okay, Mister Swiggy..." He said in a cheery tone, wrapping his arms around the Slig's neck. "Why you cwying, anyways?"

OOC: Sorry for the short posts, but I don't really have very much to work off right now.

[Carnix]

OOC:
Sorry for the short absence...

IC:

(Cafeteria)

"If you must know," Replied Krett "I got so fascinated by the mechanics all round this place, well, what I saw of it anyways, and I kinda knocked a slig out with a metal pipe and stole its pants... I do think I gave them back, but he was unconscious for a looong time..."

OOC:
Sorry for the short post...

[Zerox]

IC: Kotez looked at the Mudokon, before turning his head back to where it was, merely shrugging a response. He continued to chew on the tender meat as he walked round the counter and opened the fridge. No Soulstorm. Curses. He instead grasped a cup and ran some water into it from the tap.
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Slash had accumulated the required parts: spare rope, turning wheels, wire for the electricity, and various other cogs and so on. He used a trolley to wheel them to front of the lift. Grabbing the rope and a wheel, he flew with them down to the bottom and began to secure the wheel into the platform...
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Silph mused on what to aim at. Whipping out the pair of pistols, he headed for the remains of the basement, hearing some Paramites. Being relatively quick, they should be decent enough targets. He fired three rounds into the nearest Paramite, killing it. Not concerned with the animals' welfare out here, he killed two more. Satisfied, he blew the smoke from the end and began to reload. He began heading back when two Paramites dropped infront of him to confront his actions. He put the pistols back, being unloaded, they'd be a hindrance in a fight. He snarled at them as they hissed back, slowly backing him into a corner...

[OddYouko]

IC: Roy watched the Steef then blinked. "Well I guess I'll try one." He looked at the Scrab legs laying in a pile grabbed one then headed over to take a seat. "It doesn't look very tasty" He said with his stomach growling. Then taking a bite he tried not to throw up. Covering his mouth and trying to swallow he forced it down his throat. "YUCK!" Roy moved the Scrab leg away and felt his stomach. "Well...it's better then nothing." He mumbled. Now picking up the Scrab leg and chewing off another piece Roy tried not to think about what he was eating.
OCC: Roy's a picky eater.
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IC: Now in the main hall way Corky along with his pet Slog Phats were making there way to the Cafeteria. Of course they had been on the train for a while so they had to be hungry. "Come on Phats use you nose!" Corky yelled at his pet Phats was used to this so it didn't affect him much. So he bagan sniffing away at the floor and air trying to pick up anything.

[dripik]

"...and I kinda knocked a slig out with a metal pipe and stole its pants... I do think I gave them back, but he was unconscious for a looong time..." said Krett.

"Great insight." said RG, but didn't continue, since Arnie cast him a glance again. The robot looked around the Cafeteria instead, remaining quiet.

"Anyway..." Arnie turned back to Krett. "Since you know your way around machinery, I think the most suitable place for you would be the Grinding Station and the production lines. Should anything happen with the machinery, you could take care of things there. Appart from that, make sure that production goes smoothly there."

#7 Slig returned to the table, and held up the Scrab Leg for Arnie again. "Oh, right. Thanks." said Arnie, taking another bite.

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Rick walked around in the corridors of the ground floor, thinking of what should he do. He wanted to get some things done, to be useful. He passed the workshop where he helped RG with his repairs some time ago. He still had the food-holding device in mind, but without RG's help, he couldn't do much about it.

The door to the production lines came into his sight. From the look of things, it was quite empty at the moment. The conveyor belts were not moving, since there were no workers at the levers at all. "This is not good." he thought. "We need some more people here, get things more organised." He nodded to himself. With that, he turned around to get back to the Cafeteria.

[skillyaslig]

OOC: Yay for squdgy plushies!! *huggles*
IC:
Cylepso blinked when not-so-tiny Tiny rumbled, "Cy, Scarface hit Trio and made him cry."
Cylepso stared, then her face blackened in anger. She was about to speak when Dimitrio screamed and fled from the Cafeteria. She glanced at the doors, then swung back around, her face like a thunder-cloud before a storm broke, glared at Scarface, and snarled, "Why did you hurt Trio?" In a dangerously calm voice.
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Vester swung his head around when someone screamed and asked, "Duhh...why people started screaming?"
"Maybe over excited? I know I am!" Lenny trilled helpfully from the top of his massive friends armored skull.

[Carnix]

IC:

(still in the Cafetiria)

"Sure, cool" Krett replied, still munching on the Scrab leg. It isn't as good a job as I might get had I been a vykker but I'll have plenty of access to spare parts of machinery and I do still get a job with machines he thought. "but, can you tell me where I might get a map? I'm not very familiar with this part of Ruptur Farms."

[Splat]

ooc: Going home from uni tomorrow for a few days. My Mum's apparently having internet troubles so I probably won't be able to post again until Sunday.

IC:
Krik looked with somewhat uncomprehending surprise at the slig now clinging to his ankles. He had been about to throw the toy in the general direction of the waste bin in the corner but now he paused, a somewhat bemused expression on his face.
Dionysia however was not so slow on the uptake. She was also somewhat aware that it was this slig's banging about that had caused Krik to jump and hurt her with the syringe. "Now you see the sort of freaks I have to put up with in this dump," She informed Krik, before speaking to Agent, "What's some old ragged toy to you?" She shot a nasty grin at Krik, "I think we should burn the thing, to teach her some proper respect for a vykker scientist."
Krik caught the glint of playful malice in Dionysia's eye and, with his own unpleasant expression, moved the doll to his upper left hand so she wouldn't be able to snatch it off of him. He cast a curious glance at the slig at his feet, noticing at lat her oddity. He said in a smarmy voice, "Perhaps... But then you don't see many female sligs running about. You must be only the second I've seen in my life," (The first of course being Skillya), "And I'm intrigued to know how you came about. Perhaps if you sate my curiosity I might not hand this thing over to Dionysia." He gave the doll a little shake for emphasis. He was, however, somewhat skeptical; he rather doubted that any slig, even a freak female, could become emotionally attached to a doll, having spent a lot of time in his life studying the emotional capacity of sligs (which was, in his experience, somewhat less than 'very little') and was wondering if he might find some sort of illegal drug if he cut open the toy.

ooc: Slaveless, I expect to find a nice, Kixy post when I get back!

[Sticker]

OOC: Sorry you guys was confused at first but got the message. Was getting a bit annoyed with being a smart dog anyway.