Work at Rupture Farms (v.6)

[Munch's Master]

OOC: Psyke, Muse was one of THE original W@RF posters. His characters are incredibly entertaining when they get going.
OK, I've restrained myself enough, so I htoink it's time for the explosion.
3.....2......1........
RED MUSE!!!!!!! YOU'RE BACK!!!!!!!!! Holy crap, this is awesome. Great to see you back Muse, I'm looking forward to your 2 characters' return. MUSE! MUSE! MUSE! MUSE!

IC:
Dek watched Slap re-enter. "No trouble. I always carry at least 2 packets of Chill Pills with me everywhere I go, I have a very low tolerance level, you see. I forgot to tell you I had the Pills, sorry." Dek handed a pack of Chill Pills to Slap. "Go right ahead Slap. Praetyre, get ready to watch this Intern in action, he's a very skilled doctor with most cases. I'm interested to see how you're gonig to sort Arrack out Slap. What's your plan?"
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Arthur remained at the reciever. "C'mon dammit, pick up!!!!! I can't wait here all day!"
OOC: Slaveless, please have your Chronicler answer the phone soon.
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Dean arrived at the Security Office. He checked to see whether Kix was following, and nipped in the Office. No sign of #7 Slig or anyone in here. He checked the monitors- several new arrivals lurking around the corridors or cafeteria, some chatting, others talking to Arnie. The docs ere in the Labs, a few Sligs were at the Station. No sign of the dis-used corridor they'd been to on any monitors. He flipped a few switches, changing cameras. Still no sign.
"Kix, I think the corridor's clear. D'you wanna head back right now, or try the Storage Rooms first?"

[Splat]

ooc: MUSEY'S BACK! *girlish scream of joy*
Can't wait to see the two of them back in Rupture Farms...
Wow, Arnie, Otto and #7 are gonna be the only people to recognise them...

IC:
Anni answered, "There's not much to see at the moment, i only planted the seeds yesterday. But there are some trees; that's why I picked the place." She grinned.

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Dionysia finished getting changed and headed down the stairs towards the cafeteria.

ooc: Not much to say at the moment, so apologies for the short post.

[Zerox]

IC: "Meh, any plants is good in my opinion. Soo...when do we head for this tower? I want to...you know..move!"

OOC: Sorry short post.

[Patrick Vykkers]

OOC: Red Muse is back? YEEEEEEEEEEEES! YEEEEEEEEES! Sweet awesome with an HK-47 and Duffman on top, this is FANTASTIC!
IC:
Praetyre replied to his superior;
"I look forward to watching him, sir. I'd like to see a professional do psychiatric work. Might help me learn. But shouldn't we test it on a Fuzzle first?"
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Arrack screamed at the Intern;
"Waaaaaaaaaaah! Mummy, why did you leave me in this place with these bad Inhabitants? You baddy bad Inhabitants, you all go back to baddieland! Waaaaaaah! Please, where is my mummy, apron Intern? I want cuddles! Kisses! Hugs, cuddles, and kisses! Give it to me! Give it to meeeeeeee!"

[Taytay]

ooc: *Feels left out, even though I enjoyed his post thoroughly...* Hello Red Muse, I am Taytay, but you can call me Taylor...nice to meet you?
IC: Jade stared at Arthur listening to his rant at the phone, waiting for somebody to pickup to see what was going on exactly. "Excuse me, boss" Jade said in a short whisper "But, who 'ya callin'?"
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Scranton starting to see color, though everything was blurry. He had no idea, if he had been blacked out for five minutes or for days. Either or, he waited as the blurriness cleared. He was laying on his back, the lighting was dim...dust or something unpleasant filled his lungs. He could see straight about him a whole in the shape of a mudokon in the roofing. He saw above the hole in whatever was above him a ripped open air vent. He tried to remember what happened. Then it hit him. He was at Rupture Farms, he got his job, roaming the halls he snuck into the air vent looking for the meat grinding. He fell through the vent, through another story. Where was he though? He felt very hot. He looked behind him, the boiler. The Boiler! What was he going to do? If anyone saw him, he'd be permanently screwed. They'd beat him to death! But he remembered, there was no beatings here, and also he could lie and say he was cleaning the vents...the boiler room kept getting hotter. He sweated like he never had before. He was afraid of burning to death. He screamed: "Help! Ahh! Help!" He then thought of the possibility of dying from blood loss. He was bleeding all over from his head. He put pressure on it and screamed once more. "Help!"

[IloveHammy!]

ooc:O.K.,so dripik isn't responding so I'll just get on with my life!I must post no matter what!

ic:Shickwayla:"Hey listen #7 Slig,we really are starving,so if it's okay,we're just gonna get some food and then continue our conversation later,alright?Thanks for your help."*to Opple*"Come on,let's eat!"
Opple:*turns and walks away with Shickwayla*"Sounds good to me!"
*They walk over to the buffet and each grab a Scrab leg.The leg #7 Slig was eating made them hungry for one.They sit down and eat and eat,wondering what work here will be like.*

[Slaveless]

OOC: Actually MM, the Chronicler already answered you quite some time ago. Two pages to be exact. Here is the post link: http://www.oddworldforums.net/showpo...&postcount=479

And welcome back The Red Muse! It is great to see you back in town, as we need some humor around the place. To express my true feelings, but have the rules applied, I shall say: WOOOHH! THIS AWESOME!

IC: Slap nodded and took the compilaments about himself pretty well. He wasn't told he was ever skilled, since maybe Interns weren't thought to be so powerful in medical abilities.

Slap then looked at three year old Arrack. He felt sad that he was acting so nuive, but he knew he must help him get back in an adult state of mind. Slap reached by Arrack's back and softily pinched it. That was almost a relaxation pressure point to all Sligs, and should have asleep for a while. Slap removed his hand from Arrack and typed on his keyboard:

"Sirs, thank you for the compilaments, but I am afraid Arrack's psychologic state of mind is far more serious. In order to introduce this subject, I need to explain how Sligs' psychology works.

Sligs, are like that substance named 'clay' in 780 A.A.A. (After Achelemy Age). You can change its features into anything you want, but once left unnoticed, it is to harden. Sligs work like that. You see, depending how a Slig is treated when they are young, effects their thinking process. Skillya's treatment to her young cause them to become gun happy, sadistic, and mindless in their own thinking. Those Sligs become so obsessed with their anger, they result in believing that guns make a Slig, and make themselves feel bigger with their bigger guns. With that obsession, they grow room temperature IQs, and probably would become idoits. So, treatment results on how their brains think and that's how their pshcology cells develop.

Traumaization, fortuently being scrace for Sligs, is the worst think that can happen for a Slig, besides maiming. It results in Sligs changing their normal behaviours into mentally ill ones. Examples would be Gappiqu or Molt. However, I do believe tramaization is the reason for Arrack's Tripolarism. The fact that Glukkons of old Rupture Farms wanted to excute him, could have made Arrack pretty tramaizied. To make it all worse, his mind was greatly effected in frozen condition he was in for ten years. His brain wave patterns were changed from both events, resulting in his mind becoming mentally imbalanced. His brain had became very sensative, and resulting in his Tripolarism.

Now with this case, it is ironically fixible with therphy, but that won't change everything. I need to implant Slig genetic material in order to at least get his mind less imbalanced to be fixed by therphy. This would require me using the medince I have now, since it would help change his healing process back to normal. But I also need it transport the genetic material into his brain. Luckily, these events will result his a great deal of his mind being wiped out. Don't worry, he will have all of his memory from age 7, which a fair adult age. The rest would have to be decided how he is going to be treated in therphy later, when he talking to me.

Now the genetic material must come from a Slig that is healthy. Like Stuey back in the corner. He should be a healthy subject to take genetic material from. In the mean time, we need to test on this Fuzzle if the effects of Espresso and Chill Pills work. The best example would be to shave the Fuzzles's hair off, since if the potion works, his hair will start to grow back more rapidly. Of course, that would require an X-ray machine, since that could view if the hair is being grown more rapidly from there.

You might be upset that I am not going to just use plain ol' therphy to cure the condition, but surgery, yet you will see me in action later. So I will require a saw to work with, brain surgery tools, and plenty of needles. You guys can study the Sligs nerve maps that I will hand draw later, to get a better concept of Slig pshycology, and where all of the genetic material is. I will get a pencil for the maps, you guys can get the saw and the needles. They should be organized from yesterday. May you two also get cylinders and test tubes, I need them to collect the genetic material." Slap moved over to his suitcase, got a pencil and a paper. He was going to need their help in the surgery.

OOC: Sorry if you weren't expecting surgery to be applied.

And sorry for the misspelling Splat.

IC:
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Gappiqu looked at Dr. Krik with wide eyes, trying to think of ways that he was wrong. All part of Dionysia's programing? Seemed rubbish to him. He didn't want to believe it. If it was true, he would forever be depressed, non stop.

Gappiqu tried to process his mind to think that he was wrong. A thought popped up and he said wearily hastily, "That can't be right, it can't be! I mean, why would try to get my attention? I mean, all the time she is like, 'Idoit', or 'Stupid'! She has never been affectionate to me! Ever! Sure, she saved my life, and I saved hers' from certain bleeding death, but never did she ever flirt with me! And if she acting like, 'How would you feel if every waking moment you are concern if you are functioning right?' if her flaw is flirting with Sligs? That doesn't make sense!"

Gappiqu continued more darker and slower and looked at his the Vykker and said, "But why would you want me stay away from her? You are a Vykker! You like to see pain! A few seconds ago, you told me to stay away from her! You act as if I need to do this to have my emotions straight!! Why?? Are you lying to me??" Gappiqu was starting get to convinced that maybe Dionysia's programming is straight, and that she is affectionate toward him.
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Kix followed Dean and when he offered the idea of going to the Storge Units, she replied, "Sure, let's go to the Storage area. We probably won't break anything there. Besides, if we don't find anything, we can use the old parts."

[Patrick Vykkers]

Praetyre listened to Slap, then took the Fuzzle, laying him on a spare examination table. He then switched on the X-ray machine, then took some buzz cutting tools from his suit normally used for eliminating hair diseases on Glukkon's, Slig's, or Vykkers. He shaved the Fuzzle's fur completely off in only a few minutes, then took both beakers and poured the Chill Pills and Expresso into the Fuzzle's mouth.

He kept a close eye on the machine, watching for any new hair growth. He waited for half a minute, and nothing happened. But suddenly, hair begun erupting back up like an avalanche, stopping at the precise length the Fuzzle's hair was before. "Incredible" Praetyre thought. Normally it took at least 15 minutes for a Fuzzle to fully regrow hair. This one had done it in under 1 minute.

Praetyre turned to Slap;
"It's a success. He might experience a couple of minor muscle sprains and wounds in the process, but he should be alright."
Praetyre walked over to one of the cabinets and took several cylinders and test tubes, placing them on a table near Slap.

Praetyre then commanded his suit to release all surgical tools, managing to catch all of the knives, needles, and other various devices. He laid them all on that same table, and then walked over to another cabinet, taking out and laying down a saw.
"Well, that's your tools. Anything else you need?"

[Slaveless]

In the period of time that Praetyre was doing an experiment on a Fuzzle, he had gone to the room where he woke up in. There, he found Stuey unconscious in the room. His bed had wheels so it was easier to transport the Slig next to Arrack. He moved the bed next to Arrack, then brought his tools that were given to him in his hand. He looked at Praetyre with a glimpse pure happiness in his eyes. Slap next typed down on his keyboard, "Yes there is something that you could do. You could bring the gas filled container full of knock out gas. It is risky in this case of Arracks', but it is necessary for me to have both Sligs unconscious during the operation. I also need to know if you will assist me in the operation. If so, that will get me time to get into a surgeon suit. That will also tell me if I need to draw a diagram for a Slig."

While this had happened, Slap had brought another pair of sensors onto the Stuey. He removed Stuey's mask and placed the mask beside the frazzled Fuzzle. Placing sensors across Stuey's head, he watched the moniter to see if two screen would come up. Sure enough, the current PaceMakers screen went blank and brought up two smaller ones of the orginal. All organ systems' current conditions were shown on the moniter, showing Arrack's condition on the left and Stuey's on the right. He patiently waited for Praetyre's answer as he reviewed of where the genetic material should be accessed.

In his wait, Slap also grabbed a needle his hand and entered a double dose of Espresso and Chill Pills in the needle. He accessed the needle into Arrack and pressed the medince into Arrack. That should give Arrack at least the ability to produce more proper brain cells that could psychologically reduce the dangerous mental condition for him. That was all that Slap did before waiting for Praetyre to react.

[Patrick Vykkers]

Praetyre watched Slap go about his work, wheeling in some strange new Slig and operating. He replied to Slap;
"Yes, I will assist you during this operation. I'll keep an eye on the monitors and patients while you are changing."
Then turned to his superior;
"Sir, do you have any knockout gas or any Snuzi's? We need them for the operation."

[Psyke]

*Scowling slightly he leered off to the others that bounded off for food "freaks...." he said under his breath as he waited for a reply from the boss."dat it iv'e had it!" he said as he began hoisting himself out of the pants moving around upon his two large muscular arms "here will do..."lowering himself down he lay back up against a wall watching over the slig and the glukkon with a shrug "not my fault...dey need fixing...." puling out a pack of lung busters "smoke?" wheezing slightly as he slid one under the mass of tentacles he called a mouth and lit up.

"So Boss my new pantz...will they be off ma work tab...or can you fix this pill of rubbish?" he asked pointing over to the battered pants that hissed and smoked emitting all kinds of horrid noises. "ya know i'll work for it boss...i can do security or ya know...gaurd the front door and give the smack down on any mud that tries to leave....." laughing obnoxiously before giving into a harsh coughing fit. it was pretty clear this slig had some bad health problems "i'm...fine....i dun need no doctor....Especially no Vykkers.....chop me up they will.." he said. repeating the same sentence to himself over and over again.


Scanning the room for a moment he shifted back to his feet to make his way over to the head glukkon arnie "So then...." he said looking down to him having to tilt his head off to the side to get a proper view of him up close "whadd'ya say?"

(( ooc: If anyone has some Good Rp tips please do send them to me in pm. i could really use em xD ))

[dripik]

OOC: Muse! Great to see you back here! Hilarious return-post there. Wonder when they will arrive back to the factory.

ooc: *Feels left out, even though I enjoyed his post thoroughly...*

Her post, you mean.

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"Sure, robot's can't feel any pain. But they recognise it when someone's doing damage to them." said Rick, casting a glance at RG. He was still standing in the middle of the corridor, although his arm gave a small twitch. "He seems alright at some rate." thought Rick.

Then he looked back at Goresplatter, who was ranting about the pipe he tore out from its place. "What are you talking about? There's no steam coming from the pipe I've broken, see?" He pointed at the remains of the pipe on the wall. "I couldn't hold it if it was holding steam inside, could I?"

Apparently, Goresplatter was unconcerned about Rick's explanation, becuase he got himself into a frenzy-like state. His sudden change of mood was rather scary to Rick. He backed away even further, holding the pipe in front of him. "Hey, what's up with you? You OK?" he asked.

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Arnie listened to Ark, while Otto snorted when he heard the Mudokon's abilities. "Much use that'll have around here." he noted.

"Shut it, Otto." snapped Arnie, then turned to Ark. "I guess those are all... Native abilities. Possession is not advised around here, just like in most Industrial plants. Surely, you can understand that." he said.

A BigBro Slig came into view, speaking with a strong accent, asking what he should do. Arnie spoke to Ark first. "Go and meet the other Mudukons in the Grinding Station. I'll be there in a mo'."

Then he turned to the BigBro. "So, you're new around here. You should go to the Cafeteria and ask #7 Slig about your job, he's Head of Security around here." he said. "And I think you might be able to find new pants in the Storage."

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OOC: It's just this now, I'll post some more later.

[Munch's Master]

OOC: Tee-hee, my post needs altering too. I'd forgotten Muse was a girl. Darn absent-mindedness.
IC:
Arthur turned to Jade. "I'm talkin' to sokme Chroniclers, trying ta patnet my new recipe."
He returned to the reciever, then jumped when he realised there was an answer!
"Woah!..........Oh yeah, uh, Hi. Erm, I'm Arthur....The Slig. And I' mwanting ter patent uh.... a new recipe for Intern food. Howsiyt gonna work? Do I send you the details and you draw up the Patentin', or d'you have to come here to do it. Only I'm trying to set a cooking business in motion. Oh yeah, so I'd like a company name for that too. What food an' business names an' titles are there that aren't taken?"
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Dek watched the Fuzzle, then answered Praetyre. "Told you it'd work. Anyway, there should be some knockout gas through in the Lab storage room in there. I was using some not that lnog ago, I can't think what's happened to it. Slap, can you remember where it is? Also, are you sure you want to use Stuey? You remember the....pregnancy incident with him a while ago? Arthur's perfectly healthy, although I suspect he's rather sick of being a test subject. How about #7 Slig?"
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Dean headed off in the direction of the Storage area.

OOC: That's it for now. Maybe more tomorrow.

[Patrick Vykkers]

Praetyre listened to his superior, trying to supress laughter at the mention of Slig pregnancy. He then walked over to the storage room, trying to open it. It was locked, so Praetyre looked around the room for it, picking it up near the door. He opened the storage room door, then looked around, picking out a broken security box near the front of a row. He disassembled it, carefully laying the broken parts where they had been and extracting the gas bag.

Praetyre then walked out, walking over to Slap and gently handing him the gas bag.
"Is the gas going to be a controlled or generic administration? If it's generic, we should probably either get filters of some kind or drink dangerous amounts of Expresso."

[Slaveless]

Slap looked at Dek both embrassment and an upset way. The whole incident made him rather bad and sick. He had still not forgiven himself for making such a mistake from yesterday. In fact, he had been thinking about it all night that he was up, frustrated with his poor ability to see what a professional could see. He had sat down in that thought and typed on his laptop, "Praetyre, please do not ask about what this Slig pregentcy incident was about. I'm still rather upset about the whole thing. Dek, you can tell him, but not in front of me."

Slap tried discuss with himself on the subject of whether or not to use Stuey as the subject for genetic material transplant. He thought it might have been a good idea, so in order to prove himself right, he sat up straight and looked into moniter displaying the abnormalities of Stuey's systems.

Slap faced Dek and typed again on his laptop, "From this moniter, I can conclude that Stuey's blood works and construction of cells for tissue are being effected by the Chemical X from yesterday. Not really the area where I am trying to focus on in Stuey. However, going into his head could mean one of two things. It could mean that this really won't effect Stuey in any manner, or it could result in me disrupting a fragile process going though Stuey. I could say for certain that the area where I will be working in will not be affecting the conscious of Stuey, which where the development is taking place. All this would mean is that I would need to be extermily careful when dealing with his head.

Yet you prove a point. I need to be extra careful when dealing with this subject, yet it would help to have a different Slig. Nevertheless I have done even more riskier operations, and I'm sure that I am making a good choice, since I will need to extract him with medince that will help his system recover from the operation and the past one. If you truly are concern, let me put this way; something might happen to Stuey, maybe not. I'm pretty sure nothing will happen, since the tissue will be fixed together in the operation. There is always riskes, and this is just one. Besides, a Slig on duty is needed, not one that is just sleeping. Just trust me, and all will go as planned."

Slap remembered what Praetyre had brought up and he replied (through typing), "Yes, it will be controlled, since he will be given enough gas to secure all activities in his body to become resistant to pain. So, I will just set up some of the machines over head to cut up the two and I will become the surgery."
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Oscar listened to the stumbling Slig and heard a business opprunity. He got excited and thought about what is to happen. He discussed with the Slig, "Well, I will need to get my stuff prepared and I will go to Rupture Farms. It seems more formal to do the business with your boss and any of your assistants working with you. I will get there, by say, tonight? Alert your boss and any of your employees to set up the cooking business. On the company name thing, most of the names have been named after the facility's name. So how about this: 'Arthur's Homemade Intern's Meals! Right from Rupture Farms' loving crew!' We get more business like in person. Any more questions?"
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Isaac finished mopping up the wet floor and moved his barrel onto the conveyor belt that Matthew was on. He saw him talking to that rude Mudokon he saw earlier. He ignored the two and decided to work on the meat with Mike and Joel.

[IloveHammy!]

ic:*Shickwayla and Opple finished up their lunch then decided to go drop their stuff off at the R+R and change into some comfortable,yet stylish work clothes*
Opple:"Oh,that was good!I think that was the best Scrab I've ever had!"
Shickwayla:"Me too!"*Gets up from the table*"I think we had better put all of our things in that R+R place the Slig told us about,then get some worki'n girl clothes on.Whatta ya say?"
Opple:"Sounds like a plan to me.Lets find this place."*both walk out of the cafeteria dodging glances from the Sligs and Mudokons all around*

[Patrick Vykkers]

Praetyre replied to Slap;
"Well, let's begin."
Praetyre turned to his superior;
"Sir, should I monitor and assist, Slap do the main operation, and you supervise?"

[ZERO101]

Hello, I am new here, can I get a guide? I need a job you see, and I need a slig guide, but I do have arms.

[dripik]

OOC:

Hello, I am new here, can I get a guide? I need a job you see, and I need a slig guide, but I do have arms.

*sigh* I understand you're new here, but do you really have to act like you don't know how things are done here? Those people who read the RPG Rules have the basic knowledge of RPing, and they don't start off with posts like this. It's clear that you didn't even read a single post back.

Sorry about this Zero, but you're not the first with this problem, and it gets annoying over time. Check this thread and read it through if you want to roleplay.

[Goresplatter]

Goresplatter seemed to be having some sort of fit. Just before he looked as though his head would explode, his muscles tensed and he stepped forward, just to the right of Rick. He swung his fist into the step and punched a considerable dent in the wall. Something snapped, possibly his knuckles. He took out another cigar and put it is his mouth. He calmed down a little.
"Those Vykkers... never something for nothing..." He continued to speak under his breath for a while, then looked toward Rick.
"Sorry, I've been in a boiler accident before - I don't like to talk about it, but let's just say it was caused by something little I happened to overlook. It was a cigar factory, I will say that - they gave me a neverending supply of these babies for compensation."
He sat slumped in the corner for a while. His knuckle was in his tentacles in thought. Finally he said; "What could those guys have put in me this time? I'm pretty damn sure I was over my testosterone problem, it's what they went in there to fix! Think, Slig, think!"

[Psyke]

"kay bossman i just gots'da do some things first...." he muttered in that odd tone of a voice "don't mind me..." he said as he shuffled himself back into the pants and headed off it was clear that the pants where in pretty bad shape "i have permission to modifies my pants right sir?" he asked looking over his shoulder for a moment slightly concerned "It'll still be coming out my paycheck anyways.."

Sooner or later he managed to find the door to the storage facilities. "here we go..." he muttered pushing open the door with a look of glee upon his face. if ever a slig shown some signs of emotion it would be now "Awsomes!" he yelled out in utter excitement immediately pulling himself out of the wretched worn out pants he slunk over and began shifting through the mounds and mounds of rubbish until he eventually found what he was looking for "Woah these are the new models?" asked himself running a finger along the dusty box. tilting his head off to one side "hm...lets see..." tinkering with the odd new technology "hmp...if i just...." he said to himself unscrewing a bolt that attached the rubber ball to the rest of the "leg" he set to work on his new pair of pants making quite the bit of noise as he thumped and thudded around.

[Splat]

Dionysia made it down to the ground floor and was halfway to the cafeteria when she ran into Shickwayla and Opple. She was confused, having not seen a steef before, but she wasn't the sort to show it so instead she demanded in an unpleasant voice, "Who the Hell are you?"

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Krik was rapidly losing control of the situation, so he switched to a smooth voice he used occasionally to calm frightened animals and other lower forms of life, "I'm not lying to you. I'm sorry I got angry before, I just don't want to see another one of her victims break down. Her problem isn't so much flirting as... trying to deceive the people around her. Surely she must have led you on to some extent to make you feel like this for her, even if it was by playing hard to get.
"Surely it's obvious that Dionysia has flaws: her mood swings and her poor abitilty to cope with pain. She was made to trick mudokons but she tries to do so with everyone else as well. I've known this girl her whole life; I know her best."
He certainly did know her best, and he knew just what he wanted to do with her for endangering their lives and jobs like this again.

[Slaveless]

Gappiqu was losing patience with Krik. He didn't believe what he had been saying one bit, since he had knew what Dionysia had been saying to him and it didn't seem like she was anything like what Krik was describing.
He barked, "Really? Well, what about all the things she has been saying?! She has been making me and every single one of my brothers look unimportant! Saying that she is more important than all of us put together with the fact that she was created and was the only successful copy!! And with that in mind, she made it look like I was a no one!! And I'm not thinking it was part of her programming to go over and save me from getting arrestted by an Intern! Even an experiment who tests her powers over Sligs knows that turning me in is a better benifit than rescueing me!! Admit it!!! You're lying! What over lie do you have for me??? Because I know her just as well as you!!!"

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As Slap waited for Dek's answer, he prepared himself for the surgeries. He went over to a compartment not far from the Vykkers, and opened it. This compartment held surgerical uniforms for Vykkers and yes, Interns. He knew that these were here, from yesterday when he was ordering the materials around the Labortory. He slipped the gloves on his hands and removed his apron for the time being. He placed the green uniform across his body, as well as his protection gear that went across his arms. Slap hadn't placed these on yesterday, for they were not required. Placing the apron back on, he felt like he was back at the hostipal.

Slap dug himself back inbetween the two Vykkers and perpared for the answer to come from Dek.

[ZERO101]

ZERO: *sigh* I cant find anyone to talk to.

[IloveHammy!]

*Being quite startled by running in to the Mud,Shickwayla gave a look of disaprovel and said in the clamest voice she could muster...*
Shickwayla:"My name is Shickwayla Steefson and this is my adopted sister,Opple.Please don't cuss.We hate it.But,anyway,what is your name?"
Opple:"Yeah,we would like to become friends with you so,lets start out on the right paw."

[ZERO101]

*I walk in, ZERO:"hello"??? "HELLO?

[Taytay]

.ooc: Where did Slaveless' RP character, that I could have sworn was named Bonty, go? Slightly confused, and sorry Red Muse, I didn't mean to call you a his...it's just a habit I guess I do, I just without knowingly call the people I don't know the gender of his and such. Terribly sorry though.
IC: Jade nodded his head as he was being told of what Arthur was doing, but when Arthur was then caught off guard by the receiving end of the phone, Jade was first worried Arthur would get mad at him, Jade, but then Jade found some amusement in it.
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Scranton was pressing as hard as he could on the deep gash in his head. It hurt terribly bad, it never stopped bleeding, his clothes were bloodstained, better yet blood drenched. He had a small puddle around him in blood. He was sweating like crazy. He was trying to move around to find the door. He found none, but found a wall. Where on the other side, he swore he heard the sound of paramites and scrabs, like babies...possibly actual hatchlings. Scranton realized it was life or death, and he knew that scrabs and paramites would either eat dead natives by nature, or if by sympathy they helped it heal. Scranton knew this was all crazy yet he smashed against the wall with all his might, knowing he could smash the entire wall down. He screamed with relief as he heard the crack of the wall toppling. It was then, Scranton realized how much of a fool he had been. His arm had cracked, it was now broken. The wall was metal, there was no way of it coming down. Scranton stared at the perfectly stable wall, without even a dent. Scranton ran into what looked like a door (which was the actual boiler access) He tripped over something right before he left and there he lay unconscious once more, his elbow down to his fingertips hanging out the doorway, the only way anyone would help him, was if they saw his arm and tried to help. Scranton, as we could say, was screwed.

[Splat]

ooc: Just in case you didn't know, ILH, Dionysia isn't exactly your average mudokon. Apart from being female, she's taller than normal and her skin is black/grey. I guess it makes sense for steefs not to know much about mudokons and not be aware of her strangeness.
On top of all that, she's also arrogant, rude and bad-tempered.

IC:
Dionysia rolled her eyes, "Another pair of wierdos gets landed here, as if Arnie hadn't already collected enough." She looked nastily at the two steefs and answered, "I'm DS-P.L7 version 4. Mind if I ask what you are?"

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Krik laughed an unpleasant vykkerish laugh. "I'm sure she had her own reasons for saving you. Like I told that robot, the less interest Queen Skillya has in this place, the better it will be for everyone. Believe what you will; if you end up getting hurt by her thanks to your own arrogance that's your problem, and your own fault."
He turned away and attempted to strut away, but the effect was rather ruined as it came out more as a limp thanks to his injured leg.

[Slaveless]

Gappiqu was not proud to hear this truth. He knew the sense of what the Vykker had said, and was not happy to find out all of what he knew was eliminated. He was living a lie and the truth hurt. All that time that he thought of Dionysia, he thought that maybe he had a reason to live. Now that he knew that she wasn't feeling anything for him, nothing mattered but finding out if that Vykker was right.

Gappiqu raged with anger that the Vykker wasn't telling the truth. He knew it. He just did. All Vykkers were the same. They always were sick and twisted. They never did anything without a reason that helped themselves. Maybe this Vykker was finding something that he didn't want anyone to know about. Any old Vykker would care less if a Sligs' heart was broken. Even so, wouldn't they too be tramatized? Skillya would suspiscious. She didn't want her Sligs to have love life, and she would probably found out by now. Dionysia wouldn't be living if so. This Vykker certainly is lying.

Gappiqu barked at the Vykker, "How were you able to keep the truth from Glukkons and Skillya all this time, huh?! Sligs would be upset if they found out the truth and would be sad!! Glukkons would find out and kill off Dionysia!! So what's yer secret?? Do you kill off the Sligs or what??? If you cared so much about me, you would tell me!!"

Gappiqu thought that he would find out the truth in no time. These questions usually frustrated Vykkers. "If only this Vykker would tell the truth." thought Gappiqu, as he tried to convince himself that this Vykker was wrong.

[ZERO101]

ZERO:
"if I can't find a job a RF I will just have to make one". ZERO ran in and found Gappiqu, "your gonna come with me"said ZERO.