Isaac, Joel, and Anthony were pleasently grinding up their 8th Scrab fluently, when Isaac got glance of the two Glukkons watching them from a distance. It was strange to see Glukkons in these areas, since Glukkons were not normally overseeing activity of Mudokons, but Sligs rather. Isaac was trained to absolutely not to stop working when saw by a Glukkon. They were to retain their progress in production. Isaac remained in what he was doing, not telling his brothers of the Glukkons. He rather not attract attention to them. He wished not to caught doing something wrong, since he feared of the worst.
But curiousity flowed within him. Isaac wanted to find out more about the facility. Like the what his schedule was, or what regulations were around here. Was he allowed to open his mouth to other employees? Could he clean up messes more often than grinding? Were there any standards for Mudokon employees? All of this was rolling in his mind. But still, he dared not to open his mouth, for he felt 'safe than sorry' was an important moral to him.
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Gappiqu had finally gotten closer into the building, with thoughts of how was he suppose to even get in. He didn't feel being saw that he was placing a gun on a Vykker's back is the greatest idea, nor was it to ditch the whole thing at the last minute. He needed to find an answer and fast. He didn't want to be seen at a personal moment, but wanted to prove something to Dr. Krik as well. How can that be done?
Gappiqu thought of this as he approuched the building. Suddenly, he came up with a pretty good plan. He could tell anyone who was suspiscious that this Vykker was had a strong mental issue, where he was unable to control himself at times and needed assistance around the place. He needed to protect the Vykker from any sudden bursts of insane panic attacks, by loading the gun with sedates. The Vykker probably would be needed to get around the factory, so he could serve as a pretend nurse. Embrassing to Slig kind, but it was needed in this kind of sitution.
After getting past the gates, Gappiqu had led the Vykker into Rupture Farms. Getting back into Rupture Farms was pretty long, but completely necessary for Gappiqu. He brought himself down to thinking after getting in. After all, how was he going to get to see Dionysia? Maybe she was in the places she normally would be. Gappiqu closed his eyes and processed the places she might be. Maybe one of the Train Stations, the Cafeteria, the R+R, or the Grinder Station was a likely choice. Either one would make sense. He would have to go in order. Since the Cafeteria was just right by, it would make sense to go in there first.
Gappiqu turned and brought his gun to push Krik to let him notice that they were going into the cafeteria. He grumbled in an audible voice, "Dionysia is possibly in that section of Rupture Farms. She probably is bugging some Slig in there if I know her well, or having a bite." He waited for Krik to walk in before him, since he was leading him in front of him.
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Molt's systems brought itself to start functioning normally again, but Molt felt awful. He felt as if he was going through a hangover, except worse. His heart didn't feel right, his breaths irregular and hard to accomplish, and he felt sore all over. "What kind of sick depressant did those so called doctors give me?" were the only thoughts in Molt's head when he slowly got on his two arms. His only organic eye was not in the mood for looking, so he used his mechincal eye to look at his surroundings. The bright light stunned the other, but this eye was more useful. He was able to see that he hadn't been moved since he fell into an unconsciousness state of mind, so he figured nothing happened to him. His surroundings also told him something else. There was no dark Mudokon to tease, no robot, no Vykker, and no Intern that was keeping watch of him. The place looked like it was empty.
As Molt processed what was happening, he could remember this hang over feeling again. It happened like every other limp loss, where his body was not recovering from the shock of nearly fatal injury very well. His body would slow down, his breathing rate would slow down, and he would have a hard time remembering things. This happened several times at Slurg Barns 11, for he remembered the time when he had suffered from a half arm loss and when he awakened after he was possessed. More memories came back, such as his little adventure with Goresplatter and Gappiqu, his annoying conversations with that Intern, and how he pissed off Kilsa. So much fun, yet bad consquences for him. If only he could get back on the right foot now.
Molt moved around the Labortory, eager to find some kind of pants that he could use. Trying to make as little noise as possible, he noted the strange whimpering coming somewhere in the Labortory. Traveling further into the Labortory, he regonized the whimpering from the little critters he use to watch over in Slurg Barns 11. Yet he couldn't tell what it was. His hearing was pretty bad, since explosions on your shoulder is pretty loud. He felt like the ringing was still ringing. All could he hear was whimpering.
He found his old pants by the place he was operated on yesterday. He lifted his body up into the pants, using one arm to push upward and the other to swing into it. Tucking his tail into the pants, he brought himself to the normal Slig level. He caught glance of things in this view, such as the two Fuzzles by the sleeping Vykker. This was a prank waiting to happen, but Molt decided he would rather get out of this (bleeped out by your personal moderation team) up place, than get stuck in a cage again. Molt ignored the Vykker, and resisted to make noise.
On his way out of the place, he grabbed a bunch of medication he might have needed. He didn't read the labels, he just saw a bunch of medication by his pants. He figured it was for him, since it was near his pants. Sneaking them into his pants, he grabbed his confiscated ethyl alcohol and cigarettes as well. Molt would later use those when he was on duty. Although, he wasn't planning to use them for a while, since he rarily drank or smoked when he was ill. Silentily making his way out, he grabbed an old fashion gun for his sake of security. He needed it for later as well. Molt was all prepared, and decided to face the world. He wasn't about to stay any longer for his sake of sanity. Not even his past self would enjoy being in the Labortory.
Still ill, Molt left the Labortory and went off to the office of Arnie's. He needed a job at least, since he wasn't sure of where he could fit in. Molt wasn't about to go off what he normally would plan to do, since that didn't work out very well last time. Moving slowly for sake of his sick body, he moved like any ol' Slig. Just because he was in metal, doesn't mean he couldn't move so smoothly. He took notice of his surroundings, and noted the hallways. He remembered them from yesterday, and they were just the same as always. Just a bunch of fanastic pieces of metal that reminded him of his true home. It may be angry, but that doesn't mean he doesn't stop to smell the flowers.
When he got to Arnie's office, he opened his second eye to see if he really was going crazy. He just encountered two female natives, which one was a Steef and the other was a Grubb. Molt cursed under his breath, wondering why on Odd would Arnie hire a bunch of sick river creatures. He could be making moolah off of them, but no! Arnie had to make a perfectly good opprunity go to waste. Stinkin' Arnie and his phlisophy. Molt looked at the two with his old fashion visor, luckily not expressing his anger in his eye.
Molt snorted and aggressively commented, "So, I guess you s***bags came here to go find another river to praise? Now before we get into a fight, I'm gonna tell ya to follow these rules. Consider what I say constructive critism, stay out of my business, and don't talk to me. If you follow my rules, you won't find yourself with bullet in your chest, don't have to see some Glukkon that is worse than myself, and you well have happy little lives. Got it?!? Now excuse me, I got ta find myself a job."
Molt slammed his mechincal fist against the door three times, not breaking it, but making an audible sound inside, and boomed, "Arnie, yer friend Molt will like to find a job!! Better say it, because I have been waiting since yesterday to figure that one out!!"
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Slap had carefully pulled out Stuey's skull, while thinking about what Praetyre had said. Obviousily, he had rised two problems. And if they had been working for 10 minutes now on the operation, he would hate to see that rest of the operation. Slap carefully tried to conclude the right decisions for the operation, and typed down his response,
"The air conditioning factors will help Stuey, but not enough to keep his brain involutaryingly breathe. The measures we should take is to actually pressure air into Stuey's systems. That way, we won't have to shock his body to keep breathing. So, I will require the equipment necessary for that procedure. I hope I am not asking too much of you to collect two amounts of those pieces of machinery. If Stuey has these kinds of problems, Arrack has bound to have the rare and deadly cases of system failure. So, I need you to have Air Tubes for me, if you don't mind.
Now on the case of Molt. Alert Dek. He is needed to make sure this Slig will not end up interrupting the operation. Dek will know how to take care of him. I do not understand why he is sleeping anyway. He needs to keep track of the patients that are unconscious, to make sure they don't die accidently. So tell Dek to get Molt to be moved. That is all I ask. Afterwards, I will procede and while I wait, I will keep track of the Sligs' health."
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Just look'n around...
Until posting here,I had never RPGed before either.Just learn to make longer post's and give your characters some LIFE by having them to think,talk and walk(if even to themselves!).I don't want you guys to go.Rupture Farms will be a much better place to work if you stay!
Sorry for my long absence(sp?), I've been really busy in RL. But now you can probably see why I didn't want to bring back all three of my other characters; at least having only one not very important character that means I haven't really slowed down the RPG 
