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hexarchate_rpg2017-12-11 08:42 pm
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Move 15 (Chapter 1.15)
Year 361, Month Three, Day Sixteen (Sunday), evening
[I'm trying desperately to get Mikodez caught up, I promise! If the rest of y'all want to take a bit of a break, that's fine--or if you want to settle logistics, that's fine too. So sorry...]
Mikodez and Istradez [NPC] on Moongray Station, plus HATCHED EGG, ca. 20:50
[continuing from this comment by
pengwern]
"I have no idea what would happen if you fouled up the stock market," Istradez says. His eyes are starting to look glassy. "And I'm just as married to the fucking job as you are." He gives forth a sigh and appears to be dropping into semi-slumber when Mikodez's last words penetrate. "We need you as hexarch. Just...maybe less of a psychopathic one? But you don't know about that 'training incident,' either..."
Hmm. Istradez's pulse is becoming too slow for comfort. Better do something about that.
Year 361, Month Three, Day Seventeen, ass o' clock Monday
on the Bumblebee/Wasp/Monthra
around 1:00, in the hold of the Wasp
Remi and Alaric have made excellent progress on the conversion of the "Bumblebee"'s hold space into a mothling habitat. Remi has lapsed into a brooding silence, considering Alaric's revelations about what life is like outside of the heptarchate. At this point, however, the moth starts to hum again. It doesn't seem to want to shut up, but at least its humming is quieter--maybe the station hasn't noticed.
Remi looks interested. "Your moth is very talkative--is that usual?" His expression turns sad. "They never talked much in captivity with us. I suppose it's understandable."
around Monday 2:50
Gerae asks Ashari and Sasha, "Should I go back into my room now? I promise I'll stay out of the way. And you have all my lockpicks, so it's not like I can finagle my way out." He glances sidelong at Virmad and Sulen, then adds, "Fluffy especially likes cookies, but she shouldn't have too many of them. She also likes honey-dipped locusts, if you can get any. Some of the food vendors on the station carry them sometimes, but I have to request them special, and they confiscated my supply."
NOTE: For anyone who is not otherwise occupied, it would be a great time to get some rest, or alternately, ask Iawa for stims in anticipation of the morning's activities.
[I'm trying desperately to get Mikodez caught up, I promise! If the rest of y'all want to take a bit of a break, that's fine--or if you want to settle logistics, that's fine too. So sorry...]
Mikodez and Istradez [NPC] on Moongray Station, plus HATCHED EGG, ca. 20:50
[continuing from this comment by
"I have no idea what would happen if you fouled up the stock market," Istradez says. His eyes are starting to look glassy. "And I'm just as married to the fucking job as you are." He gives forth a sigh and appears to be dropping into semi-slumber when Mikodez's last words penetrate. "We need you as hexarch. Just...maybe less of a psychopathic one? But you don't know about that 'training incident,' either..."
Hmm. Istradez's pulse is becoming too slow for comfort. Better do something about that.
Year 361, Month Three, Day Seventeen, ass o' clock Monday
on the Bumblebee/Wasp/Monthra
around 1:00, in the hold of the Wasp
Remi and Alaric have made excellent progress on the conversion of the "Bumblebee"'s hold space into a mothling habitat. Remi has lapsed into a brooding silence, considering Alaric's revelations about what life is like outside of the heptarchate. At this point, however, the moth starts to hum again. It doesn't seem to want to shut up, but at least its humming is quieter--maybe the station hasn't noticed.
Remi looks interested. "Your moth is very talkative--is that usual?" His expression turns sad. "They never talked much in captivity with us. I suppose it's understandable."
around Monday 2:50
Gerae asks Ashari and Sasha, "Should I go back into my room now? I promise I'll stay out of the way. And you have all my lockpicks, so it's not like I can finagle my way out." He glances sidelong at Virmad and Sulen, then adds, "Fluffy especially likes cookies, but she shouldn't have too many of them. She also likes honey-dipped locusts, if you can get any. Some of the food vendors on the station carry them sometimes, but I have to request them special, and they confiscated my supply."
NOTE: For anyone who is not otherwise occupied, it would be a great time to get some rest, or alternately, ask Iawa for stims in anticipation of the morning's activities.
Mikodez should have warning systems up if you plan on storming the visitor quarters though
and to GM (in the new year, ofc!) are there...alternate exits from the visitor quarters other than the main door? convenient ventilation shafts?]
Re: Mikodez should have warning systems up if you plan on storming the visitor quarters though
[There are definitely convenient person-sized ventilation shafts somewhere on station-- Sasha checked-- so why not here?]
[shit Mikodez has also been up to for the last few hours]
2) collected a dna sample from an unresisting Istradez, probably drool from where he failed to eat the candy spinner in his sleep
3) eaten SO MUCH of the rest of the candy spinners, having clean forgotten about the Andan granola component [tracker that Ashari can access]
4) petted Fluffy with no regard for fingers!
5) continued to observe Crowned-with-Eyes - flight patterns, vocalizations, cuteness levels, that weird clipping effect...
6) gone through the notebooks abstracted from Remi’s lab, the antiquated high language not being a problem [to GM -- do these diaries contain clues about its owner, or personal notes on experiments, etc?]
7) fed Fluffy some more to bribe his way into its heart! and also to see how it can be silenced with food
8) intermittent monitoring of people entering/exiting this area of the station
9) cast on for a new vantablack sweater thing for Fluffy, the kind that lights up and writhes and curiously resembles the hatchling]
Re: [shit Mikodez has also been up to for the last few hours]
[Second printer won't do conventional ammunition, but there's an entire screen full of air pistols and rifles, of the moderately deadly rather than BB gun variety.]