Work at Rupture Farms (v.8)

[Splat]

ooc: Guess who lives!

IC:
"What do you say, Krik? Have you ever done stitching on someone?"

Skelter laughed. It wasn't a controlled, dainty laugh, like most females; it was a full-throated guffah. "I wouldn't trust gramps here with a needle if I were you." She said, glancing at the vykker. She was under the impression that the glukkon owned the place, so tried to act casual. It didn't work too well. "I'd like to see you try that. Besides, you were too busy screaming at that mud over there to even know if I was mouthing off or not." She glanced up at him from behind her hat. "Whats the job, anyhow?"

Krik waited patiently until she was done, and then ignoring her completely turned to Arnie. Some creatures needed to be taught their proper place. "It's a simple operation, a little more complex than stitching a mudokon's lips but it shouldn't take me more than thirty minutes - twenty if you tie it down tight enough. Im sure your vykkers will make good use of it after that, though when I was up in the lab this morning I didn't see either of them, so I'd check up on what they're doing if I were you. You could go up there and ask them if they need the labour."
Krik was in a good mood.

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Jim looked slightly deflated, "Ok, ok. Just checking. Not got any chest pain or anything though, but, uh, I guess you know best." He leant back, trying to relax, though his muscles stayed stubbornly tense. "Um."

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The slog had run into the room and after sniffing around a bit had started leaping into the air in that wierd way slogs do. The others near the door didn't seem to have noticed anything (but then the slig clearly had a single-digit IQ and the other thing was probably too busy arguing with it to be useful) but she hoped it meant the slog had smelt the native, evidently up in the pipes among the ceiling. It was too high for her to jump up there, and if she started climbing on crates she would have to come out of the shadows and would probably be seen by the intruder. She didn't really trust the slog all that much so she crept a little closer and climbed up a pile of crates, keping the boxes between her and where she suspected the mud to be. There she stopped waiting, for either a distraction or for the mud to show itself.
Something seemed to have distracted the slog now so she doubted the sligs would have seen what she had.


ooc: Apologies once more for slowing this thread down the last few days.
Can Skelter save herself from the Evil Lip-Stitching of Doom™?

[Munch's Master]

IC:
Dek nodded. "No chest pains, that should be encouraging. And I definitely do know best. That's why my contract of employment reads 'Doctor'- it means I know how to treat sick people." he said, not unkindly but slightly sarcastically.

He walked into another room, seemingly looking for equipment, then called back to Jim.
"There's a rather heavy machine I want to use to test your lungs for bacteria content from the smoke. Only trouble is, I need help wheeling it in. It's the big machine I'm stod by called the Organ-Vac 2000. Please give me a hand."

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Arthur looked from Arnie to the Intern to Krik. "Dek n' Praetyre prob'ly will need the help, I've not seen Slap or Domino fer a while. I don' actually know if they're both in the Labs know, but yer could have a look."
Arthur's stomach rumbled again.
"Now, if yer excuse me fer a moment, I need some tucker."
He ambled off into the store-rooms of the cafeteria.

[OddYouko]

IC: Corky couldn't believe what he was hearing. He quickly glared at Silph then huffed. "Ok..fine I'll go see the Boss." He looked at Phats and then back at Silph. Talking with the Boss would be a lot better then getting into some real trouble. Corky took one more look around the room and sighed. "While I'm gone look after Phats will ya." He didn't look at Silph but instead just walked out of the Production Lines and towards the Cafeteria. He cursed under his mask as he walked out but didn't look back. He didn't want Phats to notice him leave so he hurried on out. Phats who was too busy jumping up and down didn't even hear his master walk out. He stopped as he felt a Scrab cake come into his mouth. He chewed it then quickly swallowed the cake. Drooling and waging his short tail he started to jump up and down again but quickly stopped as he smelled another Mudokon. Phats growled deeply then barked loudly as to frighten the Muds. Confused but still barking Phats didn't now where these smells where coming from of course they where in the same room but where?

[Zerox]

IC: Silph watched the Slig go. About time he got some sense into him. The Slog then decided to go mad, but not seemingly because it's Slig owner had left. Did it want more Scrab Cakes? He took another one, peeled the packet it and held it in the air, before calling to Slog "Hey, boy, you want more of these?" as he waved it around.

Slash replaced the welding equipment and returned to the room to ensure the pipe was indeed secure. He tapped both ends, good. He flew above the pipe. Dark up here, but his night vision goggles made good inspection of the work up here. Seemed decent enough. He then noticed someone to the side, a Mudokon above the pipes. maybe he was what the fuss was about...? Probably just hiding from that nut Slig hell bent on shooting everything, who he noted had now been persuaded to leave the room. Only the Slog remained, which had now gone mad. He looked to him and whispered "The Slig's gone now, by the way." and then returned below the pipes. He watched the Slog to see what it would do next.

[Moosh da Outlaw]

Out of Coffee:
Evil-lip-stitching-of-doom? OHNOES

BIC:

Skelter scowled. It appeared the vykker wasn't such an easy target after all.

"Are you deaf?" She said acidly. Skelter had had her lips stitched before. It wasn't fun. "I don't want my lips stitched, you moron!"

Then suddenly she realised something.
She needed this job.
If she didn't get the job, she would be fired.
If she was fired, she would be forced to work on more airships.
And that would suck.
Skelter could just imagine how the situation would turn up. 'Er, sorry Boss, I was too much of a pussy to get my lips stitched, so I guess the job wasn't finished after all. Please don't fire me.'

"Fine!" Skelter roared to nobody in particular. "Lets go!"

She grabbed the vykker (Krik) by the wrist and started hauling him off towards the labratory, struggling to keep a straight face.

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The train ground to a stop. The doors flung open, and a mudokon thrust his head out, deeply inhaling from a cigarette. He sighed, smoke wafting up around his obnoxiously-smiling face. "Well well well." He said in a booming, fake-optomistic voice. "So this is Rupture farms!" He stepped out of the train and looked around, the cigarette still in his mouth.

A second creature followed obediently behind, large feet slapping the ground with each step. She looked up, down, left, right, then finally smiled. "Its ugly." She said in a thick western voice.

Conway flicked his cigarette aside. "I just think its the bee's knees," he said, rummaging in his pocket for a second cigarette. "Its got that macabre-thing going on. Very quaint. Sort of."

"Its creepy, and I don't see anybody else around." Maggie squeaked, though she was still faintly smiling.

"Mags!" Conway exclaimed, throwing his arm around the wolvark's shoulder. He cast his other arm out in front of him dramatically. "Look where we are! Look at this place!" He took a breath from his new cigarette. "Its sure to be just teeming with baddies, wouldn't you think? Perfect place for the job. Now come on, we're burning daylight!"

Out of Coffee: Forgot to mention. Conway smokes. ^^

[Munch's Master]

Arthur watched as the Intern dragged Krik out of the cafeteria.
"That's one crazy Intern. Nearly as bad as Dionysia,but at least that Intern didn't hit me."
Arthur finally dug out a box containnig packets of some undiscernible form of Meep-flavoured chewy snacks. He opened a packet and started eating them. 'Not bad. Lil' stale though.
He waddled over to a Brew Dispenser to get a bottle, and after sorting through his change to get the right amount, walked back to Arnie.
"Hey Boss! Uh, where d'ya want me ta work today? I've never really had a proper job here, I've just been a kinda handyslig. I was workin' on tha delivery lines in tha Train Station the other day, wnat me ta go back there fer the day? Or should I speak ta Numbers about this?" (ooc:"Numbers" is Arthur's way of referring to #7 Slig)
He took a swig of Brew while waiting for a response.

[OddYouko]

OOC: The Mining RolePlay is gone but I hope the owner while bring it back.
And Roy's still waiting on Dripik but I'm not gonna rush anyone or get inpatient.

IC: Corky was away from The Production Lines now but he still had his mind on Phats. He still needed to find a good area to work in and now knew to keep his Slog under control...and himself aswell. He hadn't even been here very long so it was best to keep his mouth shut and listen to the Boss. In Corky's mind beating a Mud was nothing so he thought it would be ok to shoot one just for fun but then again getting in trouble wouldn't be any fun for him. He stormed off towards the Cafeteria hoping the Boss would still be there.
"The sooner I get a good job here the sooner I can have some real fun." He chuckled to himself seeing as he was the only Slig in the hall. He stopped and looked around to see if anyone where close by or even around. Being sneaky Corky then took out a lighter and a pack of "Lung Busters" from inside his metal pants. It was rare for him to smoke but when he got the urge to or just plain wanted to look cool he'd light em up. Meanwhile Phats stopped jumping up and down just to have another taste of the yummy Scrab cake. He playfully barked as Silph waved the cake by him then quickly jumped up with his mouth open.

[Moosh da Outlaw]

Out of Coffee:
Must fill... empty void...


BIC:

Conway continued his way through the building, his hands in his pockets and his cigarette creating a clear trail of smoke behind him. Maggie followed behind at a distance, pushing open every door she came to and sticking her head inside to see what could be seen. This got very boring after a while, however, and she quickly lost interest.

"We there yet?" she asked with a yawn. "I don't see Skelter anywhere."

Conway shrugged, his hands still in his pockets and his teeth still bared in an extremely friendly smile. "Take a Chill Pill, Mags." He said, flicking the butt off the end of his cigarette. "Giggles' oughtta be around here somewhere."

Conway stopped suddenly, listening. "Hear that, Mags?"

Maggie looked around. "What is it?"

"I hear someone." His head snapped around suddenly, so that he was looking at a room across the hall labled 'Labratory.'
"Voices."

Maggie smiled dumbly. "Ooh!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands. "Can I go see if anybody's around?"

Conway leaned cooly against a wall, sweeping an arm out in front of him while his second hand fished in his pocket for his lighter. "Be my guest." He said in his enthusiastic talk-show-host voice.

"Goodie!" Maggie squeaked, marching off towards the labratory. Conway smiled, eyes closed, and sighed out a breath of smoke.

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Maggie wandered over to the Lab, arms swinging as she rocked back and forth on her heels. Finally she decided just to enter the lab without making a grand introduction; there'd be plenty of time for explaining later.

She pushed open the door and stepped inside, scanning the room with her huge periwinkle eyes. She spotted a vykker (Dek) and a mudokon (Jim). The mudokon looked slightly sick and was sitting on a medical bench. She felt sad for the mudokon, but also overwhelmed with the satisfying chance to meet new friends.

"Howdy howdy howdy!" Maggie said happily, strolling over. "Sorry if i'm interupting something, but i'm new here and i'm looking for some help!"

Maggie had absolutely no sense of personal space. This became apparent when she plopped herself down next to the mudokon (Jim) and threw an arm over his shoulder as though they had been best friends all their lives. It wasn't as though she were full of herself -she was naturally an outgoing, friendly person- it was just that she had no fear around strangers, and took them all to be potential friends.

"So," she said, slightly tightening her oh-too-cozy grip around the mudokon, "can I ask you a question?" She leaned closer to the vykker, her eyes huge. "Have you seen an intern around here? She's a satanist or something, likes dark clothes, probably likes biting the heads off ratz." Maggie batted her eyelashes. "Oh, I fergot! M'name is Maguda, but everybody calls me Maggie!"

She stuck out her hand so that it could be shook.


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Meanwhile, Conway detatched himself from where he was leaning and looked around, flicking his cigarette aside. He trotted down the stairs and continued wandering the halls until he came to a large room. There were some slogs, some sligs, and a female mudokon. Conway didn't know how a female mudokon could be possible, but he wasn't one to judge.

"Hellooo!" He said enthusiastically, walking sleekly over whilst waving one of his hands. "The name's Conway! You folks look as though you're in a spot of trouble." he leaned in closer, smiling with his eyes half closed as he stuck a fresh cigarette in his mouth. "What can I do ya for?"

[Splat]

ooc: Arkaznor appears to have vanished into neverwhere.
Our dear friend Jim has never seen a Wolvark before (in fact neither have I but nevermind. )

IC:
He walked into another room, seemingly looking for equipment, then called back to Jim.
"There's a rather heavy machine I want to use to test your lungs for bacteria content from the smoke. Only trouble is, I need help wheeling it in. It's the big machine I'm stod by called the Organ-Vac 2000. Please give me a hand."
Jim grumbled to himself under his breath (not that he had much of that at the moment), "I'm the one who's supposed to be ill here..."
He was just about to slide down from the bed when the door opened and in came...
Good grief, what was that?!

'That', despite a pair of large, sparkling eyes, was not the most attractive creature on Oddworld (though that may have been a rather unfair observation since there was also a vykker in the room) but before he'd had time to put his rather sudden plan of ducking behind something into action, the thing had leapt onto the bed next to him and wrapped its arm around him, effectively pinning his arms to his sides. He sat, tensely, frozen.
"So, can I ask you a question?" It asked eagerly, somewhat ironically he felt. He decided about then that 'it' was 'she', partly because of her voice, but also cus of various other physical features usually related to the so-called-'fairer' sex. (Hey, he'd met Dionysia!)
"Um-"
"Have you seen an intern around here? She's a satanist or something, likes dark clothes, probably likes biting the heads off ratz." She her eyelashes and he wondered if she had something in her eye. "Oh, I fergot! M'name is Maguda, but everybody calls me Maggie!"
"Um, I haven't, sorry," He said very slowly and clearly partly in case she got violent, and partly because deja vu was making it hard to form complex sentences.

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Krik was slightly surprised at her sudden change of heart, but none-the-less pleased to be getting in some recreational maiming in what would otherwise have stood to being a dreary afternoon.
He was not so pleased about being dragged along by his wrist however, and shook himself from the intern's grip. "It is this way," He said pointedly and led her towards the stairs (ooc: Sorry, I can't remember/be bothered to check if Skelter's been to the labs yet so I'm assuming she hasn't. If I'm wrong we can assume Krik doesn't know the main lifts have been fixed and she does)
He led her to the executive lifts since they were close, and then to the lab. Upon entry however he was slightly disappointed to see that Dek was back and there were two other people in the room. "Dek, good to see you," He said smoothly, "I came up earlier and this place was empty; where have you been?"

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Dionysia crouched behind the crate just below where she expected to find the mud. Now all she needed was a distraction so she could get up there without notice...

"Hello-o-o!! The name's Conway! You folks look as though you're in a spot of trouble... What can I do ya for?"

Lovely.

She dived on top of the crate, hauled herself into the shadowy pipe-work and lunged (somewhat noisily) towards where she hoped the mud was hiding, aiming to grab it, and maybe knock it down below.


ooc:
Anni's waiting for Gretin.
Ark, I hope you're still around somewhere.

Maggie reminds me of Anni before she got all unhappy (hense deja vu. I tried to find a good post but Anni and Jim's first meeting wasn't quite so lively since Anni was experiencing what might be described as a bad morning at the time).

[Venks]

OOC: Imagine W@RF on Furcadia. That would be epic!

[Munch's Master]

OOC: Would? Don't you mean will? As that's what I'm hoping it leads to.

[dripik]

OOC: With a dream based on Splat's map and our IC descriptions of the different areas, maybe. Still, there is the problem that you can only control one character at a time... Maybe with multiple Furcadia windows, but that sounds complicated...

I'll post some IC tomorrow, I know I've been away recently, but I guess that doesn't have much of an impact nowadays. Old news.

[Splat]

ooc: I'm a bit worried that Arkaznor may have vanished. I'm going to give him till Saturday and if he hasn't posted IC or ooc by then, I'll have Dionysia knock Ark unconscious and we can bundle him up somewhere until such a time as Arkaznor returns.

[dripik]

OOC: OK, I can't hide behind 'Avoiding-Double-Posting' anymore, so here's some IC. Sorry for the delay.

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#7 Slig turned towards Roy as he finished talking with Arnie. "The Production Lines? It's on this floor, just head out from here and walk around the corridor until you find a larger opening on the left... Or right, depends on which way you start off. Just look for the smoke."

The smoke reminded him of the order Arnie gave to him some minutes ago. Apparently, #7 Slig got confused on the way and returned. Arnie, who was now done with talking, looked at him and seemed to be thinking along the same lines. #7 Slig decided to leave for his own safety. He improvised quickly. "On second thought, I can lead you there myself... Roy, wasn't it? I heard you talking to the Boss."

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Rick was crawling in the vent system along the Production Lines. He figured there would be a way to start the ventilation manually from inside the vents. Then again, he could have looked around in the basement for a switch or control panel... But that would have been the easy and boring way.

As he crawled forward, the vent became darker and darker. Rick forgot about this aspect of his current surroundings and didn't bring anything along which could provide some light. He cursed himself for being stupid; he couldn't possibly expect the vents to be lit like a landing pad. Reminding himself that it was to late to turn back (not to mention lack of space), Rick carried on, using his hand to feel his way towards something which was complex enough to be a switch.

He turned around a corner. Up ahead, there were small dots of light crawling and floating around a strange metalic construction. Rick couldn't see clearly, but as he crawled forward, he realised that the dots were actually small bugs similar to fireflies. In the low greenish light they were emanating, Rick saw that the construction was a ventilating fan. The bugs must have found shelter among the blades and the wiring.

The fan covered the whole width of the vent; once Rick started it, it would be impossible to get past it. To his relief, he was in a junction at the time: to his right the vent continued. He could go that way after he started the ventilation. Turning his head back to the fan, he examined it. There were a few switches on the vent's wall. Feeling a bit sorry for the bugs, Rick threw one of the switches on. Slowly, the blades started swirling, throwing the bugs behind, towards the other end of the fan. With that done, Rick took the right turn and crawled on towards to find a vent cover.

[OddYouko]

OOC: That's ok Dripik. =)
IC: Roy turned to face #7 Slig as he spoke about the Production Lines. He looked out to the entrance of the Cafeteria then back at #7 Slig a little shaken. 'Smoke?!' He thought to himself as #7 Slig stopped talking. When there's smoke there's fire and Roy didn't like them both one bit so maybe it was best to stay here. No Roy had to go clean at the Production Lines so that's where he was gonna go. If he was gonna do his job then that meant cleaning anything Slog poo, dead Mudokon possibly whatever it was Roy still has to clean it up. He quickly looked up at the Slig as he said he would lead him there himself. "Umm..sure that would be good...oh and yeah my name's Roy." He said with a small smile. He looked over at Arnie then back at #7 Slig. "Yeah I was talking to him about a job...so now I have one." He showed the Slig his wash cloth proudly.
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Still smoking against the wall Corky wasn't really in a big hurry to see the Boss. He would glance around very once in a while to see if anyone were around him. He put the cigarette by his side then looked around once more.

[Gretin]

OOC: Sorry for not posting for a long long time, I had a bit of writer's block you could say. I figured I'd better post today, though, cause I'm going away to Australia for a week as of tomorrow!

IC:

"Uh, maybe you're right," Anni said quickly and rose to her feet. She was about to move her other hand to cover the white hand-scar before realising that would show off the black one, and so just held both her hands against her sides palm-out. "There's a bathroom just outside; I can go and wash it in there."

"Hey, just wait a minute!" Hembar started to say, but Anni had already walked out the door.

She followed after, but stopped as Anni went into the bathroom and locked the door. She stood outside listening for a few minutes, but she wasn't sure how long the other mudokon would take with it, she was pretty sure any attempts to wash it off would be futile, so she wasn't really sure what Anni intended to do afterwards. She decided to leave for the time being, and return later.

OOC: Ok, now my characters are out of the way while I'm away, Ralph's just standing around outside where the activity with Ark has been happening but I'm sure he'll be easily ignored. See ya's later!

[Marvak]

OOC: OH MY FRICKING GOD.

IC:
Wic rubbed his large eyes, and looked around him. Had he been asleep?
Groggily standing up, he was barely tall enough to look over the tables in the room. Thinking hard, he tried to work out what had happened. He'd chased a muscled she-slig... and he'd gotten some water... it was all such a blur. Wait- Tiro? Where was Tiro?
Walking a little way from where he had been 'sleeping', he thought of the young Mudokon child who... had poured the glass of water over the she-slig's head! That's about the last thing he could remember before he entered a very strange sort of dream-like state.
He grumbled, a little annoyed. How did he fall asleep, right in the middle of the Kitchen, in the middle of the day?! Perhaps it was because he'd had such little sleep the night before?

Wic sighed and rubbed his eyes again. Whatever had happened, it didn't matter now. He had to find Tiro... or, possibly, find a job. Wic shuddered and thought of what Ricky and Cal might think... it was the middle of the next day, and he still hadn't done what he'd come here to do in the first place!! Looking around once more for some que for action, he spotted the cafeteria door and ran for it.

[EDIT] OOC: Hope you enjoy Australia, Gretin! It's actually really cold here o_o...

[Moosh da Outlaw]

Out of Coffee: Yeah, Skelter had no idea where she was going. She was just trying to act tough.

Holy crap, I just realized I ended up talking to all your characters! I’ll set them free now.


BIC:


Maggie pulled her hand back when the vykker didn’t shake it. “Well then.” She tightened her grip on the mudokon, who looked terrified. She smiled down at him reassuringly- but she looked more dangerous than she did friendly. “Aw, don’t worry ” She said. She frowned. “What was yer name again? You look like a Larry to me.”

Suddenly the door opened. She looked up. An oldish-looking vykker stepped inside.

“Howdy!” Maggie barked to the vykker. “My name is Maggie!”

She nearly jumped out of her seat when she saw the intern stalking behind him.

“Skelter! Yer alive!”


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Skelter scowled as the vykker led her the other way. She still didn’t know the guy’s name; not like she cared or anything. She just thought it would be useful. She pulled down her hat so that it hid her eyes completely before speaking.

“Oh,” she said, flexing her fingers, “Forgot. If you make this worse than it has to be I’ll take your scalpel and shove it up your— JESUS CHRIST!” Skelter yelped, stumbling back. Maggie waved enthusiastically from where she was seated in the lab.

“Skelter! Yer alive--”

“Of COURSE I’M ALIVE!” Skelter practically shrieked. “And what the hell are you doing here?!” Of all the people she had to run into in this dump, why HER?

Maggie got up from where she sat, looking thoughtful. “Well,” she said, placing a grubby finger on her bottom lip, “I think Conway said---”

Skelter stiffened. “Aw, hell! Don’t tell me he’s here too!”

Maggie shrugged. “He wanted to come along.” She smiled, her eyes huge. “He’s fun!”

“Fun?! What have you been smoking, woman?”

Maggie cut her off. “So what are you doing here?” her face suddenly became very grave. “Are you sick too? Oh no!” Skelter watched with little amusement as Maggie plopped herself back down and wrapped her arm roughly around an unfortunate mudokon sitting there. “Poor whatshisname’s sick too. Don’t worry, honey, auntie Skelter’ll take care of ya.”

‘Auntie Skelter’ was a complete overstatement. Skelter wore so much gothic junk it was hard to tell how old she was, but she didn’t look old enough to be anyone’s aunt. That and she was the meanest person in the entire building. She’d rather burn the mudokon (Jim) with a cigarette butt than make friends with him.
Skelter bared her teeth. “I’m not sick.”

Maggie smiled again. “Then what are you doing here?”

“None of your business!” She threw open the door and pointed at it. “Now get out! Vykker and mud over there, you get out too! NOW!”


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Conway took a breath of smoke. “Nobody? Coolio. Less work for me I guess.”

Suddenly the female mudokon dove at him from nowhere. He slipped nimbly to the side, avoiding her attack. His hands closed into fists. Deep in his brain, something told him that it wasn’t right to attack a girl, so instead he gave her a long, hard stare.

“...”

Then he looked back around the room, interest lost. “See ya later, fellas.” He said, calmly making his way towards the cafeteria. He stepped inside. Nobody (important looking) was around. Strange.

Just when Conway was in mid-thought a little mudokon (Wic) entered the room from what appeared to be the kitchen. He looked like he had somehwere to be. Seeing as he had nothing else to do, Conway decided to speak to him. Maybe he'd seen Skelter around. She wasn't hard to forget.

"Where ya headed, squirt?" He asked, strolling over casually with his hands in his pockets.


Out of Coffee:
EDIT: Holy Cheese I made a bunch of mistakes. >> They're all better now.

[Splat]

ooc: Um, Dionysia didn't jump at Conway, she jumped at Ark (the mudokon they were looking for in the lab). Also to knit-pick, how would they know the name 'Jesus Christ' on Oddworld?

Anyway, since Arkaznor hasn't emerged I'm going to disable Ark in this post. If Arkaznor returns he can run from there.

IC:
Dionysia leapt.
She crashed into the mud and, perhaps because he wasn't looking her way, was lucky enough to knock him from the beam where he had been lurking.
He tumbled and landed noisily on the floor of the warehouse, which are not renouned for having particularly forgiving floors.
And if that didn't know him out, having Dionysia crash-land on top of him half a second later certainly did.
"Ow." She said a moment later, "Hey Slig, gimme a hand over here!" She picked herself up tenderly to make sure no part of her was too badly damaged. "I think I knocked it unconscious."

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Jim sat, looking slightly traumatised. He half rose to his feet when the intern ordered him out of the lab but Krik admonished her before he could finish.
"Now," The vykker said to Skelter, "The vykker and mudokon here are clearly busy in here; I can work around them I'm sure, though I think your... enthusiastic friend will need to leave." The glance he sent in the direction of Maggie could not be interpreted as pleasant.
"And don't worry about the operation; I'm a scientist, not a butcher! Dek, have you got any retentive lip twine in the lab? The boss has asked that this intern be given the treatment usual for her species.

Jim looked at Krik and then Skelter, trying to decide which he less wanted to disobey.

[Moosh da Outlaw]

Out of Coffee:

ooc: Um, Dionysia didn't jump at Conway, she jumped at Ark (the mudokon they were looking for in the lab). Also to knit-pick, how would they know the name 'Jesus Christ' on Oddworld?

I tried other curses. They didn't seem to fit.
And you wrote

Dionysia crouched behind the crate just below where she expected to find the mud. Now all she needed was a distraction so she could get up there without notice...
"Hello-o-o!! The name's Conway! You folks look as though you're in a spot of trouble... What can I do ya for?"
Lovely.
She dived on top of the crate, hauled herself into the shadowy pipe-work and lunged (somewhat noisily) towards where she hoped the mud was hiding, aiming to grab it, and maybe knock it down below.

So I thought Dionysia had mistaken him for Ark or something.

And I just realised i'd completely ditched Mola and Ophelia. That was not intentional. I like roleplaying them. =p
Might as well catch up on them I guess.

BIC:

Mola was wandering aimlessly, his feet patting the ground. He hummed happily to himself as he skipped along following the scent of cooking food, trying to find the cafeteria. As he approached a staircase he noticed a bunch of creatures talking inside what was labled to be the 'Lab.' He froze at the sight of a wolvark inside. Wolvarks destroyed his home. Wolvarks were scary!

He ran down the flight of steps, hoping not to be noticed. He didn't like wolvarks! When he came to the bottom he completely forgot what he was doing and proceeded to follow the delicious scent of buttery, mouth-watering, fried meep skins...

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Ophelia smiled at the robot she'd been talking to and gripped the orb tighter in her hands. Quickly she slipped it in her pocket.

"Thanks," she said, waving happily. "I appriciate the gift. I don't know what it does really, but thanks. And... oh for the love of Odd, where did he go now?"

Ophelia groaned and looked around. Mola was gone. Again. She walked down the hall with a dramatic sigh and trotted down some stairs. Maybe Mola was actually eager for a job; it wouldn't hurt to stay awhile and try to find him some work to do. Then maybe she could finally ditch him and get on with leading the village.

The female grubb looked around worriedly as she reached the bottom. Grubbs were among the smallest of Oddworld creatures; it was easy for them to get hurt or ignored. She just hoped Mola was okay.

[Big bro Slig 890]

Ill join!

Name:Crusher
Species:armoured big bro slig
Personality:Strong doesn't take crap from mudokons
Back story: he was always strong in the barracks as well as being a guard now dripik chose him to be a guard.

[Big bro Slig 890]

Another....

Name:Grubb
Species:Mudokon
Personality:Kind,funny hard working.
Back story: found and automatically used as a slave does stuff no one would want to do

[Big bro Slig 890]

Also crusher carrys guns of carnage!

[Munch's Master]

OOC: Man this is DYING. Also, BBS 890, we don't have carnage and slaughter in this RP. Sorry.

IC:
Dek looked uyp, seeing Krik.

"Ah, yes. Hello Krik. I've been....busy. You'll recall the Meech specimen we discovered? Well, arrangements have been made to study it in a Labs facility. Praetyre went to sort out all the paperwork, yet I'm pratically certain he's hung me out to dry. I've nto had any further word from the Labs, not even about a re-employment."

He sighed, and popped another Chill Pill. "Regardless, life moves on. And yes, I believe I do have some lip twine somewhere. Could you find it, I'm a little busy with a patient right now..."
Dek was too engrossed with what he was fonig to notice the other two arrivals. He was vaguely aware of an excited commotion between them upon meeting, but nothing more.
"Yes yes, that's all very good whoever you are. Now both of you get along with whatever you're supposed to be doing. And whoever needs the stiching, take a table. I'm sure Krik will attend to you shortly." He said airily, before raising his voice again. "Jim! I could really do with you helping me bring through this machinery right now! Whichever newcomer who doesn't need the stitches, you help too!!!!"

[Splat]

ooc: And Alcar didst come down from yon Heavens and didst say unto the people gathered there below: "Hark, I see a terrible plague of dispicable double-posting and even worse, triple posting, is blighting thine forums with its dastardly evil and spamminess! Forsooth; if ye people continue with yon double and triple posting, I shalt smite ye with wrathful infractions, and ye will be banst from yon forums for weeks, months or all time."
Andst the people didst cry in anguish and declare to Mighty Alcar, "Forsooth sirrah, we have no choice for often we must add more information to our posts and therefore are forced to doublepost lest we leave our companions in terrible ignorance!"
And Alcar the Wrathful called back from yon Heavens in a voice tremulous with annoyance and intoxication: "If such a situation should occur yon charletans, OPEN YON EYES AND USE YON 'EDIT' BUTTON IN YON BOTTOM RIGHT CORNER, LEST I SHUDST LOSETH MINE TEMPER!"
And so the people used the 'Edit' button and the forums were saved from the evils of spam, and those who did not use yon button were smited with lethal bannage from Mighty Alcar.
And Alcar saw that it was good.

Following this announcement, Splat the Slightly Unusual didst descend to speak with yon people, and didst declare, "Read the RPG Rules thread ye Trossach, and then read the Information and Advice for RPG Newbies thread ye loon, or I shalt smite ye with mine considerable Bad Day. When I am good, I am very, very good, but when I am bad, I torturest small animals!"

[Zerox]

OOC: I should reread where I left my old posts more often. I thought I was doing something that I was waiting for someone for.
Whether this thread will live or not regardless is beyond me.

IC: Silph flicked the Scrab Cake across the room, and it bounced off a wall outside the door, before bounding along the floor. What were they made of? He looked down at the Slog "Well? Want it?"

Slash, zoning out, realised how hot he felt. All that welding makes one hot. He needed a shower...that is, if there were any around here. Most places didn't have them, and the ones at Vykkers Labs tended to be used for washing creatures before they were experimented on or tested. He'd used those from time to time, however (obviously getting out the pants first). He flew out the door of the room past a Scrab Cake, and stopped. Where were the toilets again, maybe there was one there...

[Splat]

ooc: Zerox, Dionysia's waiting for Silph.

IC:
After a while, Anni noticed the colours of her handscars fading. Why was she so avidly keeping them secret? Because, she guessed, they changed size when she got angry; they were a sign of the part of herself that she wanted kept secret, like Nova.
Thinking of Nova then made her feel bad, so she forced herself to remember her conversation with Hembar, that mudokons heard about this place and were given hope; it was a very pleasing thought. But she guessed that that was why the Cartel had tried to shut it down.
Odd, why was every happy thought she had paired with a bad one? Life was so much better before Stivik came. Even those days in the lab before this place, with all those vykkers trying to poke needles into her all the time, was better. She gave a small smile; at least they were fun to annoy, and the sligs in the kitchen had been really nice.

The handscars had faded to nothing but pale outlines now which no one would see without looking closely, so she went to the door and opened it cautiously, in case Hembar was still around.
The corridor beyond was deserted however, so she headed off towards the production lines.

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"Um," Said Jim, and then slid off of the table and after Dek, whence he was pointed towards the machine he was supposed to be pushing into the main lab. Odd, he was supposed to be sick here!
He rolled his eyes to himself and got behind the machine to start pushing. Stupid vykkers. Some doctor he was. "You just want this in the main lab room, right?" He asked, making his voice sound ever so slightly hoarser than it really was.

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Krik went hunting around the cupboards in the lab until he found a needle and the necessary thread, and an injection to make the intern's face go numb. "Alright," He said to it, "If you could just get up on the table, we can start now and be done in 20 minutes."

[OddYouko]

OOC: Roy's waiting on #7 Slig. =)
IC: Phats barked loudly as Silph flicked the delicious Scrab cake out the door. With his mouth wide open Phats quickly ran after the cake. It slid a cross the hard floor with Phats coming up behind it drooling like crazy. He then grabbed it with his huge jaws threw it into the air then the Scrab cake was no more. Finished with his snack Phats sniffed around to see if there was anything left or if there was anymore of those yummy Scrab cakes. Seening as there weren't anymore Phats barked back in Silph's direction as if to say "Hey give me somemore!" But of course who'd be able to understand a Slog?
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Seening as no one was around him Corky threw the remines of the cigarette on the floor then started to walk towards the Cafeteria slowly. 'Why can't I just have a little fun here...there's no harm in shooting stuff.' He thought about what happened earlier and couldn't help but to curse to himself again. "I bet other Slig's get away with shooting stuff or possibly a Mudokon.." He grumbled in anger. He glanced around the other halls now wanting to find a Mudokon to beat or worse possibly shoot.

[Big bro Slig 890]

Crusher walked down the corridor to where the mudokons packed meat he then saw grubb sneaking away "Hey!" shouted crusher "wahh!!" screamed grubb as he ran away back in and hid in a box crusher burst in and searched he couldn't find him.

[Splat]

Again Big Bro Slig: Read the RPG Rules or get out!