Move 13 (Chapter 1.13)
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hexarchate_rpgYear 361, Month Three, Day Sixteen (Sunday), evening
Station Moongray
Mikodez, on Moongray Station, pondering an egg
[Follow-up to this thread.]
It's easy enough for Mikodez to switch the motion detector off; it's not really designed for security use, so the researchers in the lab have it set up so it's easy to take offline for maintenance, etc. (It's highly doubtful they figured the egg would know how to hit the off switch.)
There is no one snoring under the desk, but there is a small file box containing a few paper notebooks, the old-fashioned kind. The game's soothing purring continues.
If Mikodez wants to set up the matter printer for a fake egg and one or two guns, that's easy enough. It might take some extra time to make sure the egg doesn't come out attractively plaid, though.
Year 361, Month Three, Day Sixteen (Sunday), overnight
on the Bumblebee/Wasp/Mothra
After Sasha and Ashari's fight/cultural misunderstanding, and Ashari and Sulen clean up afterward, Gerae's distress becomes increasingly evident. He's pounding on the door of the room that Sulen deposited him in, crying in an increasingly hoarse voice that he refuses to leave without Fluffy.
[lleullawgyffes, it's up to you whether Virmad pays any attention to Sasha's presumed discreet lokwor message and returns in time to help talk to Gerae, or whether Virmad decides to ignore it in favor of continued shenanigans with Teo.]
Sasha appears to be in good health; Iawa might or might not want to write this up formally for Ashari or Ashari's superiors, depending on their assessment of Ashari's mood. [Iawa is the de facto medic as far as I can tell!]
Remi is asking Alaric if it would be difficult to set up a radio to soothe the mothlings into docility, which is less invasive than sedating them.
Meanwhile, Mothra is making rumbly noises again. It sends another Space ASCII diagram, this time of mothlings playing hide and seek.
Active in Move 12: Sasha, Ashari, Sulen, Mikodez, Iawa, Alaric, Virmad
Continuing inactive: Yehan, Kaliyan, Ankat
Station Moongray
Mikodez, on Moongray Station, pondering an egg
[Follow-up to this thread.]
It's easy enough for Mikodez to switch the motion detector off; it's not really designed for security use, so the researchers in the lab have it set up so it's easy to take offline for maintenance, etc. (It's highly doubtful they figured the egg would know how to hit the off switch.)
There is no one snoring under the desk, but there is a small file box containing a few paper notebooks, the old-fashioned kind. The game's soothing purring continues.
If Mikodez wants to set up the matter printer for a fake egg and one or two guns, that's easy enough. It might take some extra time to make sure the egg doesn't come out attractively plaid, though.
Year 361, Month Three, Day Sixteen (Sunday), overnight
on the Bumblebee/Wasp/Mothra
After Sasha and Ashari's fight/cultural misunderstanding, and Ashari and Sulen clean up afterward, Gerae's distress becomes increasingly evident. He's pounding on the door of the room that Sulen deposited him in, crying in an increasingly hoarse voice that he refuses to leave without Fluffy.
[
lleullawgyffes, it's up to you whether Virmad pays any attention to Sasha's presumed discreet lokwor message and returns in time to help talk to Gerae, or whether Virmad decides to ignore it in favor of continued shenanigans with Teo.]Sasha appears to be in good health; Iawa might or might not want to write this up formally for Ashari or Ashari's superiors, depending on their assessment of Ashari's mood. [Iawa is the de facto medic as far as I can tell!]
Remi is asking Alaric if it would be difficult to set up a radio to soothe the mothlings into docility, which is less invasive than sedating them.
Meanwhile, Mothra is making rumbly noises again. It sends another Space ASCII diagram, this time of mothlings playing hide and seek.
Active in Move 12: Sasha, Ashari, Sulen, Mikodez, Iawa, Alaric, Virmad
Continuing inactive: Yehan, Kaliyan, Ankat
Re: MURDER TIME (Re: Istradez ca. 20:25)
Date: 2017-11-25 11:41 am (UTC)Doesn't matter if it was a game condition, Sasha's deliberate plot, or the completely inadequate printer, he’s having points docked for not checking the gun beforehand. At least it stays in his bag, even if he is tangled up in the straps as Imsayed's grip tightens.
The EGG, however, has just fallen a meter and half onto the sickening Nirai linoleum. The box is thick-sided, but it was barely cushioned, and it...is right in his way. The floor does feel like it's writhing against his face. His shoulder feels like it decided to go flying to a moon without him.
Mikodez freezes when he hears Miki. Of course they'd use his people, his briefing before the Rahal signposted that, nice and clear, but like hell are they getting away with that. He'd taken the first administration sequence. It's been centuries since the Shuos budget covered surveillance for cadets outside the academies. He can think of a score of people who would try anyway. He should have swept for bugs more often last time he went home. He needs to deflect the fox gaze from his family. It's already too late, but he can still try.
What would Avradez say if she found out? Istradez would yell, so much.
He rolls onto his knees, grabbing for the needles of his felting kit with his other arm, and aims for the eyes. "So much time around me and you still can't act like anybody I actually know."*
[That was a lie, bc istradez sounds like the academy nutritionist, after the time Mikodez stole all of his suitemate’s stock. I just don’t feel like his home had cookies.]
Re: MURDER TIME (Re: Istradez ca. 20:25)
Date: 2017-11-26 01:31 am (UTC)Istradez wrenches the arm that he has possession of and attempts to force Mikodez all the way to the floor. "Stop it," he hisses, "I didn't realize your animosity toward me went back quite that many years."
[This is a reference to this AU!Istradez's belief that adult!Hexarch!Mikodez sent him to his death. Cadet!Mikodez will have no knowledge of this, but feel free to misunderstand and/or mis/interpret Istradez in the most hostile way possible.]
The EGG only rattles more loudly. There is a distinct CRACK. It's starting to hatch...
Re: MURDER TIME (Re: Istradez ca. 20:25)
Date: 2017-11-26 04:51 am (UTC)He tries jabbing the needles at the hand around his arm to get enough room to wiggle away, but decides against kicking the EGG BOX at Imsayed. With his luck, the critter would turn out to be something as cute and obvious as the purring cats in the Nirai game, and it might attack him instead since he’s closer on the ground.
Mikodez switches to the polite high language forms of addressing an elder, although - damn, he forgot to use the fourth century terms. “I’m sorry, cousin. I went by a few labs today, and,” making the universal gesture for 《momentary mind control by weird things made by Nirai》, “I though you were something else else, pretending to be you.”
[*patient condescension, filched from Zehun.
I’m banking on Mikodez’s siblings and parents not being actual clones of him...?]
[Mikodez's heritage]
Date: 2017-11-26 05:01 am (UTC)Re: [Mikodez's heritage]
Date: 2017-11-27 03:35 am (UTC)[found fanart!]
Date: 2017-11-27 06:07 pm (UTC)Re: [found fanart!]
Date: 2017-11-27 09:05 pm (UTC)Re: [found fanart!]
Date: 2017-11-27 10:30 pm (UTC)Re: [found fanart!]
Date: 2017-12-01 06:16 am (UTC)man this would def be a good scene to fanart but it would involve DYNAMIC POSES, and, aaaugh.
Re: MURDER TIME (Re: Istradez ca. 20:25)
Date: 2017-11-26 11:46 pm (UTC)Then, belatedly, listening to the EGG BOX's noises...Istradez's grip loosens in surprise. "What in the name of fox and hound is that?"
Re: MURDER TIME (Re: Istradez ca. 20:25)
Date: 2017-11-27 10:28 pm (UTC)“It was a Nirai lab, agent.” Mikodez kicks the politeness up a notch, since it appears to bother him, and slides out of [Istradez’s] hold, which places him behind the *~\EGG BOX/~*.
He thought that Rahal scryings were meant to be obvious, although they had the opportunity on the transport moth that brought him to the ‘rift’. Had Imsayed watched the same Andan dramas, to know he meant mind control? Who would have bothered to bolster those ancient legends about rifts with this much detail for a simulation? Unless some scenario maker was really bored (all too likely). One question that's bothered him longest, though: is he really betting on two years of Academy experience that the Shuos, perpetually cash strapped, would keep simulation technology this realistic to themselves? If the cost was prohibitive, license it to the Andan! rather than selling it to the public?
Re: MURDER TIME (Re: Istradez ca. 20:25)
Date: 2017-12-02 12:53 am (UTC)The egg cracks open. There is a familiar-sounding thrumming--sort of a soprano version of the Wasp's humming from earlier in this voyage, in fact, if Mikodez was paying attention to any of that.
A larval horror-mass of shadowy tendrils emerges from the EGG. The box is left crushed in its wake, although curiously, it almost looks as though the box imploded.
Istradez curses quite fluently as the mothling lurches toward them. "If you have a real gun," he says to Mikodez, "now's the time."
Re: MURDER TIME (Re: Istradez ca. 20:25)
Date: 2017-12-02 03:39 am (UTC)[OT: GM delinquency explanation]
Date: 2017-12-02 03:41 am (UTC)Re: MURDER TIME (Re: Istradez ca. 20:25)
Date: 2017-12-02 04:23 am (UTC)While Mikodez was in the cargo hold, he’d heard the same noise around him, greatly slowed. “Were we transporting some of these on the Bumblebee?” he says lightly. The security and monitoring in the lab above had been nothing special, so the hatchling couldn’t be that dangerous. [So close and still so far, Mikodez. ]
He hands a small explosive over with his undamaged arm. (The felting needles have vanished from sight.) More blase rummaging through his pack nets him a laser level, which he beams at the floor and corridor wall in swishy figure eights for a few seconds.
[Unless Istradez can figure out the passcode to activate the explosive in the next few seconds (which he could, since he does know Miki of old!), Mikodez is going to grab a rolly cart to try herding the moth bab. He’s still looking at it like it can be turned in to someone for money.]