Work at Rupture Farms (v.8)

[Carnix]

OOC:

OOC: No one's at the production lines, Carnix, since work hasn't started yet.

Right, so if no one's started work then how are the machines active?...



IC:

PRODUCTION LINES

There was still no reply so Krett decided to start exploring where he now worked. He walked around in a circle for a while because the smoke made it difficult to see much out of arms length but eventually he found himself at a big flashing sign that had the word POWER written across it. And below the sign, was a switch. Just one solitary switch. It seemed strange to Krett that there was only one switch to control all the machinery but what he found even more strange was, though the machines were working away at speed, the switch was in the off position.
"Well, they only have one switch so it's not unlikely that there's just a little mess-up with the switch's design," Krett thought "But all machines in old Ruptur Farms were controlled by mudokons... and there's no one here..."
Just at that very moment an explosion set off in one of the machines just to the side of Krett and then, as Krett stumbled backward in alarm, the machine in question set fire. Krett fell to the floor, out of fear and knowledge that the smoke from the flames rises, but mostly out of fear, and as he did so more and more of the machines set fire and before long the production room had transformed from a smokey old industrial sorta place to a blazing inferno. Krett looked around, frantically trying to spot the way he'd come in, or any other way he could get out. But lying on the floor didn't seem any better for vision then when he was standing up, so Krett jumped to his feet and began running around screaming "HELP! HEELLLPP!!!!" As he was running around frantically another explosion set off right beneath Krett's feet which propelled him into a near-by wall. Krett was curled up on the floor writing in pain when he spotted a faint light through the smoke. He rolled over and began to pull himself toward the light and as he got closer he could see more clearly that it was a door. He reached the door and painfully crawled through before he collapsed on his stomach, covered in burns. He mustered up what strength he had left and managed to scream through the corridors. It was a sort of squealing sound, very peculiar and not very mudokon but the explosion had not done much for the rest of his body, why should it have spared his voice...

OOC:

For anyone who's a little confused, Krett's outside the door to the production lines within the ground floor corridoors.

[Zozo the Zrilufet]

OOC: Carnix, the last time someone played Armaggedon with the factory (they burst a pipe of boiling water) their posts got deleted and the situation ignored. A huge fire would be pretty hard to put out, plus I don't think things would explode for no reason or have internal damage to begin with. Soooo...Maybe limit the fire, at least until the mad Splatter comes back?

[Zerox]

Right, so if no one's started work then how are the machines active?...

OOC: Carnix, I doubt any major machinery would be active yet until work has started, which for some reason hasn't.

You can double check with Dripik, but I'm fairly certain nothing has been turned on yet.

[Carnix]

though the machines were working away at speed, the switch was in the off position.

It's supposed to be a fault in machinery. Nothing has been manually turned on.

[Zerox]

It's supposed to be a fault in machinery. Nothing has been manually turned on.

If the machines aren't turned on there's no possibility of any smoke or explosion unless they are, or someone was sat there with a blowtorch at it or something, neither of which is the case. Bear in mind the machines would only be smoking if they were on and faulty or burning, considering that otherwise throughout the whole of W@RF no other characters have had a problem with smoke hindering their vision from the machines when they're operating normally.

[Carnix]

OOC:
The machines were active but not intentionally!!!
If I had to pick one thing that I hate it would definitely be having to explain something obvious to the same person over and over again!
They were smoking and caught fire due to fault when they're on but the machinery was not meant to be on that was a fault as well.

Please don't make me explain again. I doubt I can be much blunter.

[Splat]

Whether or not this is allowed is really going to be up to Dripik, though I doubt he'll appreciate you blowing up half his factory when the place only got running again a couple of days ago.

I can't say I appreciate being referred to as 'the mad Splatter'.

[Zerox]

OOC: I have never heard of something being turned on a fault. Such a fault could only really occur if it was intentionally done, I've certainly never heard of anything like that.

QFT Splat.

[Carnix]

OOC: I have never heard of something being turned on a fault. Such a fault could only really occur if it was intentionally done, I've certainly never heard of anything like that.

My computer once turned on in the middle of the night. I didnt do it and there was no-one in my room so machines can activate by fault.

Since Dripik is the only person with authority to disallow this plot I think it wise to follow it until he objects.

[dripik]

OOC:
Time to return and restore order... I can't remember exactly how long have you been here Carnix, but last time we had a major malfunction in the factory (i.e. the Grinding Station accident), the whole plot got clogged up because of the repairs. I really don't think we need that right now, you know, waiting for spare parts, fetching people who can do repairs and all.

As for the machinery, I always imagined it as a half-automatic system. They are constantly on stand-by mode, but they need manual control from employees to keep the conveyors running (e.g. like in the AO intro, Mudokons controlling those traverse plates with those levers). But even if you wanted Krett to notice some fault in the machinery, you could've told a mechanic instead of creating a mess out of it. Repairing the damage before it gets worse also keeps the plot moving, in my opinion.

I believe some of the plot clogging is due to my absensce. But, surely as most of you do, I have other things to do, and sometimes I don't have the energy for all this, yet alone sorting out problems which occur here. As for the improvement of the plot, I've talked about this with Splat some weeks ago, but someone also mentioned the same idea here recently which was called down. I don't want to tell what it was, but if necessary, I will start Operation Sorting-Out and make efforts to guide the plot to a more interesting track without unnecessary in-game violence done.

I will wait for your opinions first, then I'll do some IC.

[skillyaslig]

OOC:
Tartar sauce! *swears* Crud, plot ball has been stuck inna rut...
Damn you Cylepso, and your over-ly girly nails! *shakes fist*
Ahem.
The nasty sligs seem to help build momentum, like a snowball, for want of an example, as they create tension, and enduce the 'sneakiness' of the mud workers...
Soooo, may need recall order, must brood, and wonder on things further...
Noes, Factory damage as we speak (well, type) where are those machincal dudes when ya need 'em?

[Carnix]

OOC:

Factory damage as we speak (well, type) where
are those mechanical dudes when ya need 'em?

If you're referring to Krett, he's lieing on the floor in the ground floor corridors dieing and awaiting the verdict for the 511th post.

[skillyaslig]

OOC:
Oooo, snap! That isn't good. How bad is the damage, will it spread, or just remain in that area? Are there alarms or something? Maybe the cameras will see that...

Off topic; Zozo, you a male now, eh?

[Venks]

Bolas hopped off the train, his pants screaming in detest with a sharp scraping sound. The Slig looked up at the big industrial beast that was Rupture Farms in slight awe. For a second Bolas had a strange inkling that this place was very important to all in Mudos... but he shrugged it off and started walking into the meat processing plant. Bolas, having no idea where he was going, started projecting his voice down the halls in hopes of being heard, "Hi. Tha names Bolas. I'm lookin for a job."

[Venks]

Doe, the native Mudokon hiding behind enemy lines, was actually getting pretty good at cleaning the hard, cold, metal floors of Industrial buildings. It had felt like an eternity since Doe has first infiltrated Rupture Farms intent on shutting down. Well upon going under cover, wearing the black and white striped garments of a scrub worker, Doe discovered that Rupture Farms is about as much a threat to Mudos as rain is to the mountains. The Tomahawker didn't know why he still resided in the meat processing plant... perhaps the place had grown on him?

No that wasn't it Doe hated the walls forever closing him away from the rest of the world, the ceiling that obscured his view of the majestic sky, and those damn abominable mechanical contraptions called machines that paled in comparison to the beauty of the flora he was accustomed to. Then why was it that he found himself carrying a dank rag down the haunted corridors of this accursed place? Was it that dark Mudokon female? That Dionysia? Who is she? Correction: What is she? Doe thought back to the time he looked into the female's soul. It had seemed so dark and twisted... but now that Doe thought about it... there was something else.

Snapping Doe out of his inner thoughts he heard the deep, croaky voice of a Slig shouting down the halls. The Mudanchee warrior paused to comprehend the horrible pronunciation so common in Slig speech to see if he could understand what the trigger happy industrial was so excited about. Just then the creature from which the noise had produced presented itself before Doe at a incredulous speed. The Slig wasted no time introducing himself; instead it pointed its gun at Doe and shouted, "Freeze!"

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No one seemed to be around or at least they did not respond to Bolas. "This place seems pretty laid back. Bolas thought to himself as he walked down the halls, "if I've landed anotha job where I can sleep all day I must be da luckiest Slig alive." Just then he smelled the familiar pleasant odor of something burning. Bolas chuckled, "I hope dey aren't burnin Muds widout me." The Slig let his mechanical legs carry him towards the source of the smoke and found a scorched Mudokoken body sprawled on the ground in obvious pain just outside a room the smoke was vacating from. Bolas inspected the Mudokon body and could see their was still life in the thing's body. Pity. Bolas took a gander into the smoke retching room and saw that a portion of the machines were aflame.

Bolas did something few Sligs ever do... take a moment to think. Bolas considered throwing the Mud back into the flames and watch as it convulsed and screamed in pain. That could be very amusing, but at the same time if that fire got to big the place might burn down. If Rupture Farms was nothing but ashes it would be pretty hard to work their. Having no job meant a trip to mom... Bolas needed help to put out this fire. Bolas kicked the singed Mudokon in the ribs and roared, "Get up!" Not waiting to see if the piece of slurg deposit got up or not Bolas ran down an unfamiliar hall screaming as loud as he could manage, [i]"Fiah! Fiah! Fiah! Dere's a fiah back 'ere!"

As Bolas turned a corner he saw something moving in the shadows. Using his infra-red vision Bolas was able to see it was a Mudokon wearing normal work attire, but something was in its hand. Unable to ascertain what the object was Bolas took the safest measure and assumed it was a weapon. Bolas aimed his blunderbuss at the Mud's head and shouted, "Freeze!"
Unlike most workers this Mudokon didn't drop to the ground and cover its head instantly; instead it just stared at Bolas as if the Slig were a blank piece of parchment. Having a moment longer to look at the Mud worker Bolas realized the object in the Mud's hand was just a filthy rag used for cleaning. Chagrined Bolas tried to compose himself and muttered, "Da room back dere is on fiah. Go fix it." The Mudokon didn't say anything or take that blank expression of its face. The worker simply nodded and ran towards the burning room. Bolas sighed, "Firs day on da job and dey already got me workin."

[SligValet]

The FeeCo train started slowing down as it approached Rupture Farms. Lobe stood up and peeked out a small window, seeing the beautiful landscape turning into a dark-grey big chunk of metal and smoke. He sighed as the train stopped. "Well, here iam. I should go find the boss" He said to himself as he wandered inside. There were old blood stains and grafitti everywhere on the walls. "Oh geez, someones been busy." He passed a long empty corridor with a few crates along the walls. "Gotta go find the boss now, then ill see what happens next." He thought as he wandered off...

[Walter44]

Valtharr sat in the train to the new RF and had his Flying Equipment in a bag, so he now was more a crawling slig. When he arrived at Rupture Farms, he thought: "Well that's the factory of this softy named Arnie? Okay...time to do some terror..." With his Flying Equipment equipped, he went to search the boss...

[OddYouko]

OOC: A lot of new characters are coming in.

IC: Roy now made his way into the halls of the great factory. He still had his little wash cloth with him. "What else needs to be cleaned." He wondered. He looked down one hall and then down the next seeing if there was anything else he might have missed. But of course Roy couldn't clean this whole factory all by himself. It was impossible for one Mudokon. He passed by another hall and noticed another Mudokon(Lobe)walking threw the halls. He put his wash cloth in his back pocket and ran beside the other Mudokon. "Excuse me...are you new here?" Roy asked panting a little.

OOC: I'm still waiting on WaterMelody and Dripik. =)

[Zozo the Zrilufet]

OOC: Uuhhh...I think I'll post later, s'just that I seemed to of lost interest and Warcraft RP servers devoured my soul.

[Splat]

ooc: Alas, have we at last reached the final page of our dear W@RF, now even Zozo and Dripik have lost interest? Will I forever be known as the mod who killed RPG?
Well I hope the answer to both those questions is 'no'. I won't beg; I won't plead; I'll just post, cross my fingers and hope work continues in Rupture Farms.

IC:
Kix, upon hearing Anni shout, turned to see her running towards the factory again with Jim chasing her. Wondering what Jim had said, she turned her back on Hembar and ran after them, but as they had a considerable head start she quickly lost them in the factory.
Anni decided to shake off Jim by running to the bathroom on the upper floor and locking the door. She made it through the corridors on the ground floor without meeting anyone but as she turned into the stairs she crashed triumphantly into a vykker.
"What are you doing, Mud?" Yelled a voice she recognised as that of the tall female, Dionysia. She had been thrown onto her back by the collision and it took her a few seconds to regain her senses.
"Watch where you're going, slave!" Roared the vykker she had crashed into. She glared up at him and shuffled backwards a few feet before standing up. "Rushing about, crashing into your superiors when you ought to be working! You're lucky I don't have you shot by the next slig I see."
Anger was rushing through Anni; her own anger - not Nova's. She wanted to run away from him (how she hated vykkers!) but he was in her way.
"All the muds in this place are like this," Hissed Dionysia, the misery stemming from her conversation with Krik feeding her own rage, "None of them do any work, all stupid and ignorant, but this one's one of the worst."
Krik glared down at Anni and then pushed past her, like she was just a door in his way. She wanted to scream at him but she held her anger in. Dionysia walked past her with her nose in the air and Anni noticed Jim standing against the wall down the corridor, letting the vykker past without resisting, and Anni suddenly felt completely alone.

Krik arrived at the cafeteria and spotted Arnie sitting at a table. He approached him, leering his vykker-ish leer, and sat beside him. "Good afternoon Arnie; good to see you again. I thought today we could have a little talk about your employees, as I ran into an apparently metally deficient slig on my way here, and a mudokon who was definately not working."


ooc: That's me done with Kix. Hoping Nexy will come back for her but if not I guess she'll fade to obscurity. I really don't want this RPG to die guys.

(On a partially related note, I recently added the lastest chapter to my tory about Dionysia, Anni, Krik, and another of my W@RF characters and it is now available in fancorner; the latest chapter says a fair bit about Dionysia came to be the girl she is today, which may be useful for Venks and Doe, if he's still around. Check it out if you're interested.)

[Zerox]

OOC: Kinda hard to do anything when no one does anything, eh?

IC: Silph saw a Vykker and some female Mudokon leave the lab as he reached it. He went in anyway.
The lab was now quite empty, it would seem. Various tools and equipment lay on desks, and various complex machinery hung from the ceiling. Maybe not a good idea to touch anything. However, Silph then heard some shouting further down the corridor. He left the lab and came apon the Vykker and Mudokon, who were just leaving, and two other Mudokons who remained. He hadn't heard anything clearly, so he asked "...what was that all about?"

Kotez yawned and stood up. The Mudokons had run back into the factory, though where to he still didn't know. He looked to the horizon. This place was just...nah. He didn't really like it here. He didn't even want a job. Steefs were supposed to be wild creatures...he decided that would be where he ought to go. So, with that, he chose his direction and walked away.

OOC: I ditched Kotez because...well, I think he sucks as a character :P Doesn't do anything useful or interesting.

And Slash is still waiting for Dripik :P

[MeechShrykull1029]

When can I join this RPG?

[Splat]

ooc: I'm not sure about your character Meech. I assume by 'hint fly' you mean the glowing insects that Abe chants to in AO. i really can't see a character so tiny having much impact on the RPG. I suggest you try a slig or mudokon.

[MeechShrykull1029]

Maybe it can be a rare type of Hint Fly, and after the Vykker puts him in can, and throws it somewhere in the basement, he remembers that it's so rare. Then he tells everyone, so everyone wants to find and catch him.

[Zerox]

OOC: Might be a bit difficult persuading members here to even bother in the first place. Why would you even want a freakin' Hint Fly as a character? Why not try something with an actual body?

It may not be worth bothering trying to have a character that's exceptionally exotic, I had more tendency to that in my earlier days, you'd really be better off with something simple. That doesn't mean it has to be a Mud or Slig, which are the two most common thus far.

[MeechShrykull1029]

Okay, I'll just choose a Scrab.

[OddYouko]

The Scrab won't be able to work at Rupture Farms. It'll just be sent in a crate or something then be chopped up into food.

[MeechShrykull1029]

I'll choose a slig then.

[Zozo the Zrilufet]

(Tries) Yay half a post.

IC

(GROUND FLOOR)

(CAFETERIA)

Population: Cylepso, RG-49, Arnie, Vester, Lenny, Ralph, Roy, Otto, Silph, Slax, Nox, Scri, Phats, Silph, Slash, Krett, Dionysia
"Really?" Cylepso clapped her pink-nailed hands together, "My, aren't you a tall one?" She giggled and brushed some dust off her sleeve. "Even older then my wee baby."
Tiro smiled dumbly then stopped. She definitely wasn't fertile, let alone a queen...How could she possibly have a baby?
"Your baby...?" He stared up at Cylepso in honest curiosity, his tennis ball eyes begging for an explanation.

Tiny grew bored of the place and tiptoed over to two sligs (Vester and Lenny), a big bro and a...Polkadot one. Even when he Abe-sneaked like a timid child, his footsteps of his pants still rattled the floor and made loud mechanical noises.
"Hi you guys..." He scratched his neck shyly. Looking sheepish, he stomped outside, dodging the scowling Scarface on his way out.

(OUTSIDE THE CAFETERIA)

Population: Bolas, Wic, Roy, Nox, Krett
Dimitro lay limply on the floor, his bones jutting out from his skin. Where was Agent? Or Tiny? Or Cylepso? Or...Scarface, dare he say? He flinched at a sliggish voice shouting down the hall, taking in its words.
"Fiah! Fiah! Fiah! Dere's a fiah back 'ere!"
Fire...A fire? Most times he thought of himself of no use, but now he was already up and running to the production lines instinctively. The massive bigbro and his worst enemy also went dashing to the production lines like they cared much.

(FIRST FLOOR)

(DEK'S LAB)

Population: Only Agent
After going mad, pacing about on her hands at speed and gnawing at whatever she could, the butchy slig tackled the door, yanking at the hinges and wherever else she could grip onto it. She began taking out all her rage on the metal cage door, when finally a little sound of metal pinging and a clattering crash stunned her.

After hauling the thing off its hinges...It was open. A mad smile crossed her face before she let loose a cackle, picked up her pink floppy doll by its neck in her teeth and began whizzing about in circles, laughing madly, leaping, rolling and chasing her own tail like a dog on catnip.

She barely noticed a weird creature (Silph) at the last minute and dived into a table for protection. Just as it was leaving that door, she sprang out in a mad dash and dived out of that door, into the corridor.

(FIRST FLOOR)

(FIRST FLOOR)

Population: Only Agent?
Slapping onto the floor with that vykker doll lying limp in her mouth, her wide eyes went wider before she grinned wickedly. Oblivious to everyone else, she resumed chasing her own tail and yapping away like a papillion.

[Carnix]

(OUTSIDE THE CAFETERIA)
Population: Rick, Wic, Corky, Roy, Nox, Krett

Well, sorta. Krett's sprawled outside the production lines, I guess that's close to the cafeteria... (also, Krett's not green)