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Title: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Ozarck on November 17, 2020, 08:05:33 pm
How did it go this wrong? What happened in your life that you deserved this? What divine being or nasty politician did you get on the wrong side of to wind up here?

And what do you do now?

You've been taken. Kidnapped. Stolen. Hijacked. You're trapped on an awful, unstylish, decrepit old space ship, adrift in the cosmos, run by an insane, sarcastic A.I. (is there any other kind?)

You've been designated as "essential crew" by the A.I. And must now struggle to survive in this mechanical monstrosity, filled with the smells of broken space equipment, biological stench, and mold. Mold everywhere. probably ought to get that checked. Because this ship does NOT look like it was intended as an agricultural endeavor. Not that you really know.

Well, roll up your sleeves, time to get to work.

Spoiler: What is this? (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: character sheet then? (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Ship Status (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: Crew Positions (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: SuperDino85 on November 17, 2020, 08:20:22 pm
((I suppose I could bring back a character I used in another RTD))

Name: Tamatoa
Species: Coconut Crab
Description: A large crab, bluish-purple in color in most places except his back, which is more of an orange...sorta plaid theme. Has two arms with pincers, five legs and one stump where the sixth leg used to be (although I don’t remember if crabs have six or eight legs normally), two swiveling eyestalks with more human-like eyes, and a mouth that also resembles that of a human
Preferred Gravity: Medium
Preferred atmosphere: Oxygen and water are both acceptable
Previous occupation: Hoarding
Miscellaneous: Loves all things SHINY and has no regard for any inner qualities.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: King Zultan on November 18, 2020, 08:04:09 am
Name: Dr. Bob
Species: Deerman
Description: Average looking for someone of his species.
Preferred Gravity: Medium
Preferred atmosphere: oxygen
Previous occupation: Geneticist
Miscellaneous: Would prefer not to be here.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 18, 2020, 08:54:02 am
Name: Crewbot
Species: Flying Sphere
Description: A sphere with wings that has an exoskeleton made of whatever it found to protect itself. Back on its home planet, it was part of a colony with a queen, soldiers, foragers, nurses and builders.
Preferred Gravity: Low
Preferred atmosphere: ammonia
Previous occupation: ForagersphereNonexistant, Queen Sphere is here
Miscellaneous: May have been brainwashed by the AI to think that the AI is the queen so that Crewbot would stop trying to put pieces of the ship onto its exoskeleton

Greet the queen
((So, I see you were inspired by something said in, was it Ameripriseol? Random thoughts? The emotions thread? Wherever it was, good on you for making it a game))
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: TricMagic on November 18, 2020, 10:04:20 am
Name: Tim
Species: Human
Description: A human with black hair and black eyes, utterrly normal farmgirl from an argicultural planet. Has an unhealthy obsessions with fire.
Preferred Gravity: Low(Big farms)
Preferred atmosphere: Oxygen
Previous occupation: Tower Farmer, Forager.
Miscellaneous: Likes Fire, good at jumping around and moving quickly in low gravity. Really likes fire.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Luckyowl on November 18, 2020, 11:32:56 am
Name: Rosomio
Species: Space Human
Description:He is a tall skinny human, around 6'5. His skin is gray and has a habit of slouching around. He is a timid fellow and always have a negative view on everything. His long hair is black and unkempt, and his eyes are droopy. He was born in a space station settlement that was once owned by the short lived Iberian Empire. Rosomio has a heavy Iberian accent, and has a monotone voice.   
Preferred Gravity:Low
Preferred atmosphere:Oxygen
Previous occupation:Botanist
Miscellaneous:He's really good at sneaking around without people noticing him. He was also taught how to shoot a gun to defend against space raiders back home.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: IronyOwl on November 18, 2020, 03:45:48 pm
Name: Sirirx
Species: Vetan
Description: An old-timey space suit filled with eternally writhing eels.
Preferred Gravity: High
Preferred atmosphere: Ammonia
Previous occupation: Marrow Farmer
Miscellaneous: These crewmates look kinda tasty...
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Parisbre56 on November 18, 2020, 04:28:31 pm
Name: Mr. Koff (pronounced "cough")
Species: Cat
Description: An adult, slightly chubby, short-haired grey cat with green eyes. Has a hoarse, grouchy meow.
Preferred Gravity: Medium
Preferred atmosphere: Oxygen
Previous occupation: Chief Mouser
Miscellaneous: Humans still take cats with them in their long voyages for company and pest control, though the pests they chase are somewhat more troublesome. This one stuck his head somewhere he wasn't supposed to and ended up here.

Find hiding spot. Watch others from hiding spot. Lick self.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Pancaek on November 18, 2020, 05:14:05 pm
Name: Sanitation And Maintenance Unit 37
Species: Roomba with extreme upgrades
Description: Unit 37 started out as a simple, circular roomba for the workspace of a certain scientist. Said scientist amused himself with upgrading unit 37 piece by piece, to enable it to take on more cleaning duties, and eventually general maintance as well. Now it looks like a bulky humanoid industrial frame, wearing a grey boilersuit with SANITATION in bold letters. It's only distinguising traits from your run of the mill industrial cleaning bot is that it has one flexible, extendible tentacle attached to the back (to clean those hard to reach spots) and that its head is a a recased Roomba with one big glowing camera for an eye. The tentacle has three gripper claws and an nozzle to dispense cleaning fluid.
Preferred Gravity: Medium
Preferred atmosphere: Anything non-corrosive (and clean)
Previous occupation: Maintenance and sanitation bot, Roomba (formerly)
Miscellaneous: Has somehow picked up a rather dainty apron somewhere that it has been wearing while on the ship. It's a dainty shade of light purple and says "Chortle, Cherish, Clean".
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Ozarck on November 18, 2020, 11:26:11 pm
Welcome everyone. Please remember to post at least your character name in action posts. Species and other info might also be helpful. You can even spoiler your Character sheets, but I won't require it at the moment.

The eight of you convene in a dusty old conference room. there is only one functioning light, illuminating a quarter of the rounded, carpet paneled wall opposite the broken sliding door at the entrance. The door is stuck open about a foot, so some of you pass through easily, some squeeze to enter, and one or more of you are currently stuck outside the room, peeking in. Thre chairs are visible in the dim light of the single working wall light, arranged around the heavy wooden table, which, naturally, is slanted at about a 30 degree slope - the leg supporting one end having sunk into the floor at some point in the past.

A hologram appears above the grime on the table. it's features are indistinct in the dust - showing up mostly as a rounded cone of yellow light from a pinpoint in the ceiling, with a second rounded cone of light flickering occasionally into existence fro about three feet from the first. The effect of the second light is mostly an eyesore, but it provides an occasional 3d aspect to the hologram, bringing just enough detail into view to be slightly unsettling before flickering out again.

Quote from: Parisbre56 on November 18, 2020, 04:28:31 pm
Find hiding spot. Watch others from hiding spot. Lick self.
Mr Koff tucks in under the still standing leg of the table and instantly regrets licking himself. The dust and grime of the ship leave an unpleasant acrid taste in his mouth. At least no one seems to be paying him any mind at the moment.

Quote from: Naturegirl1999 on November 18, 2020, 08:54:02 am
Greet the queen
((So, I see you were inspired by something said in, was it Ameripriseol? Random thoughts? The emotions thread? Wherever it was, good on you for making it a game))
The crewbot makes understanding the hologram even harder for everyone by ocnstantly attempting to greet it by affectionately bumping into it. Since it is a hologram, this results in a dizzying figure eight flight through the light beams, stirring the dust and generally making noise overthe tinny sound of the speakers fro which the AI is trying to communicate.

((I don't follow any of those threads. The inspiration for this was from Discord, where I was teasing Radio mercilessly, as is my habit.))

"BZZT! kshhh-rew assigne-grbblgrbbl ard and cle-zzzzz-uty. First priority is -kchnkclkclkclk-thal force not advised."
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: IronyOwl on November 18, 2020, 11:34:08 pm
"We'll see what we can do with that," the bundle of eels mentions in a disturbingly musical voice, like a chorus of little birds singing around a princess.

Try to find a map of the ship somewhere. Ideally for technical things, power lines and processing locations, but even a simple "crew quarters here, bathrooms there" would be handy.

Spoiler: Sirirx (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: SuperDino85 on November 19, 2020, 01:09:29 am
Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Explore the ship, and put anything shiny I happen to come across on my back
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Luckyowl on November 19, 2020, 01:27:55 am
Spoiler (click to show/hide)


 ”sigh...I guess this is it for me. Always thought I’ll die in that old amada, but I guess this suits me well. Might as well see if there’s a bar around here“
.”

Explore the Ship in search of a bar or at least a canteen.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: King Zultan on November 19, 2020, 05:59:21 am
"Well I have no idea what that thing was on about, hope it wasn't important."
Start looking around the ship and try to avoid any weak spots in the floor.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 19, 2020, 08:18:51 am
Spoiler: Crewbot (click to show/hide)

Look for the speakers and try cleaning them somehow
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: TricMagic on November 19, 2020, 09:18:23 am
Wander off to see if I can find a plasma torch/thrower. Ships have those right?
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Parisbre56 on November 19, 2020, 10:36:27 am
"Mrh! Koff koff!" Koff complained and coughed and gagged and shook his head.
Once he found an opening, he scampered out of the annoying room and went exploring, using his ears and nose to search for something to eat and/or stalk and/or play with.

Spoiler: Mr. Koff (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Pancaek on November 19, 2020, 10:43:09 am
"Hello, fellow crew!" the bot says in a rather cheerful, synthesized voice, even as half of the crew are already leaving the room
"I am Unit 37, here to help you with all your cleaning, maintenance and ERROR, INSUFFICIENT USER PRIVILEGES problems! Just give me a holler if anything is awry!"

Check out the hologram emitter on this table. See if I can't clean or repair it a bit so that at least the sound comes through better.

Then go search for the cleaning and/or maintenance supply room on the ship. Try and find some tools and chemicals that will help clean up all these nasty stains and mold

Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 19, 2020, 10:46:31 am
Unit 37, the Queen has trouble communicating, I think there’s something wrong
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Pancaek on November 19, 2020, 10:52:48 am
Quote from: Naturegirl1999 on November 19, 2020, 10:46:31 am
Unit 37, the Queen has trouble communicating, I think there’s something wrong
"That sounds awful, red level user! I will look into it right away!"
Title: In which: half the crew gets lost. The rest remain lost, but slightly less so.
Post by: Ozarck on November 19, 2020, 10:50:55 pm
Quote from: IronyOwl on November 18, 2020, 11:34:08 pm
"We'll see what we can do with that," the bundle of eels mentions in a disturbingly musical voice, like a chorus of little birds singing around a princess.

Try to find a map of the ship somewhere. Ideally for technical things, power lines and processing locations, but even a simple "crew quarters here, bathrooms there" would be handy.

Spoiler: Sirirx (click to show/hide)
(5) you don't find a map in the conference room, but you do find ancient lighted strips along the walls that direct people to various points of interest. Naturally, most of the strips are unlighted, covered in mold, or missing. Fun fact: you know the Ship is a long, fat cylinder, like a lumpy soda can. Gravity pulls everything outward toward the rounded hull, but not due to rotation. somethng about the central, stick shaped engine pushes gravity outward radially.

Your suit has (6)  turns of beathable ammonia. this counts as one turn.

Quote from: SuperDino85 on November 19, 2020, 01:09:29 am
Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Explore the ship, and put anything shiny I happen to come across on my back
(6) you wander off and find a large, sparkly crystal. you place it on your back securely. It makes a loud, crystally tingling sound. It is very heavy. You move on, slowly dragging yourself through the muck, slipping and sliding as you go.

Quote from: Luckyowl on November 19, 2020, 01:27:55 am
Spoiler (click to show/hide)


 ”sigh...I guess this is it for me. Always thought I’ll die in that old amada, but I guess this suits me well. Might as well see if there’s a bar around here“
.”

Explore the Ship in search of a bar or at least a canteen.

(1) you immediately get lost in the darkness. You step in something squishy. there are strange, chittering sounds nearby.

Quote from: King Zultan on November 19, 2020, 05:59:21 am
"Well I have no idea what that thing was on about, hope it wasn't important."
Start looking around the ship and try to avoid any weak spots in the floor.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
(1) you also nearly immediately get lost in the darkness. Careful as yu are, you still manage to slip in the slime and fall through what is presumably a hole in the floor. There is an acrid smell in this area, like burning rubber.

Quote from: Naturegirl1999 on November 19, 2020, 08:18:51 am
Spoiler: Crewbot (click to show/hide)

Look for the speakers and try cleaning them somehow
(1) You find the speakers, but your fiddling muffles the sound, which quickly turns into the sound of choking and gagging before falling eerily silent. Your ammonia processor unit has (6) turns of function, including this one.

Quote from: TricMagic on November 19, 2020, 09:18:23 am
Wander off to see if I can find a plasma torch/thrower. Ships have those right?
(3) you think a ship of this size probably has at least one of those somewhere. Probably in the kitchen. Or engineering. You find markings along a wall that direct you in the general direction of engineering.

Quote from: Parisbre56 on November 19, 2020, 10:36:27 am
"Mrh! Koff koff!" Koff complained and coughed and gagged and shook his head.
Once he found an opening, he scampered out of the annoying room and went exploring, using his ears and nose to search for something to eat and/or stalk and/or play with.

Spoiler: Mr. Koff (click to show/hide)
(3) you find the smells of one of humanity's oldest companions: mice. You don't locate any immediately, but you know the ship is at least 'alive' somewhat.

Quote from: Pancaek on November 19, 2020, 10:43:09 am
"Hello, fellow crew!" the bot says in a rather cheerful, synthesized voice, even as half of the crew are already leaving the room
"I am Unit 37, here to help you with all your cleaning, maintenance and ERROR, INSUFFICIENT USER PRIVILEGES problems! Just give me a holler if anything is awry!"

Check out the hologram emitter on this table. See if I can't clean or repair it a bit so that at least the sound comes through better.

Then go search for the cleaning and/or maintenance supply room on the ship. Try and find some tools and chemicals that will help clean up all these nasty stains and mold

Spoiler (click to show/hide)
(3) the holographic emitters (the ones that are currently active, that is) are located in the ceiling above the table. You manage to smear a bit of the gunk away from them, revealing a third functioning emitter. You look again at the hologram and it resolves itself into a female humanoid form. she is clutching her throat and waving, eyes bugged out, mouth agape. She falls to her knees, two feet above the slanted surface of the table, and holds a hand out, pleadingly.


Spoiler: Ship Status (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Crew Positions (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: IronyOwl on November 19, 2020, 11:08:22 pm
"Oh dear. I'll need to find a way to flood the ship with ammonia immediately!"

Try to find life support, ideally using those lighted strips.

Spoiler: Sirix (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Luckyowl on November 19, 2020, 11:27:43 pm
"Great, what luck.."

I'll draw a laser pistol from my waist line and stealthy move forward in search of that bar.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: SuperDino85 on November 19, 2020, 11:29:50 pm
Spoiler (click to show/hide)

”Hrrrgh!”

Find a place to store my amazing find, since it’s so heavy, and call the place my “lair”
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: King Zultan on November 20, 2020, 05:47:38 am
"Damn it, this place is such a piece of shit."
Check my pockets and see if I still have my phone on me then use the flashlight on it to see where I've fallen.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 20, 2020, 06:12:52 am
Get away from the speakers, check if they work, if not, try reversing what I did that messed them up, look for something that could be a source of ammonia
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Dustan Hache on November 20, 2020, 12:42:10 pm
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Rise from the grime and try to find why the atmosphere is getting thin.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 20, 2020, 12:45:13 pm
Quote from: Dustan Hache on November 20, 2020, 12:42:10 pm
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
((you can post an action too))
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Pancaek on November 20, 2020, 06:06:26 pm
See if I can help get the speakers back in working order. If unscuccesful try to locate a different set of speakers to reroute the ship AI to.

If speakers are a no-go, ask the AI if it can't just project text instead of projecting its body. If not for some reason, find a screen for the AI to connect to so it can use text to communicate instead.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: TricMagic on November 20, 2020, 06:40:32 pm
Continue to search for plasma torch/thrower in engineering.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Parisbre56 on November 21, 2020, 02:11:45 am
Hunt/Wait for mice for a while. If that doesn't pan out, then go watch one of the other crewmates, maybe they have food or something to play with.

Spoiler: Mr. Koff (click to show/hide)
Title: In Which we discover light and sound
Post by: Ozarck on November 21, 2020, 08:39:15 pm
Quote from: IronyOwl on November 19, 2020, 11:08:22 pm
"Oh dear. I'll need to find a way to flood the ship with ammonia immediately!"

Try to find life support, ideally using those lighted strips.

Spoiler: Sirix (click to show/hide)
(2) You end up in what appears to be a convenience store of some sort. there are lots of vending machines, their tasty goodness taunting you fro mbehind the space glass display screens. You eye a pungeant shrimp casserole sandwich hungrily.

Quote from: Luckyowl on November 19, 2020, 11:27:43 pm
"Great, what luck.."

I'll draw a laser pistol from my waist line and stealthy move forward in search of that bar.
(6) You pull out your old smuggler shootin' gun. A warning light blinks alarmingly on the pistol (on a small display panel where the hammer wold be in a revolver). fiddling with the settings, you fire off a sudden, bright burst that strikes a door panel a dozen feet away, sending a shower of sparks and triggering an emergency klaxon and red flashing lights. Hey, you've got light now!

Quote from: SuperDino85 on November 19, 2020, 11:29:50 pm
Spoiler (click to show/hide)

”Hrrrgh!”

Find a place to store my amazing find, since it’s so heavy, and call the place my “lair”
(6) You scamper a couple dozen feet, up a small hill, and find a nice cool alcove. As you try to stuff the shiny into the alcove, it suddenly lifts from your back and gets all shiny, like with real light. It nestles inside a slot that seems designed for it, and the entire room illuminates, with blinking lights, shiny screens, and mold everywhere.

(7) A hologram appears in the room, of a silver orb on a metallic neck. "Welcome back, David. We are currently orbiting 34921-7 gamma. Curious, the planet seems %1 larger than at last examination. Do you wish to change course?"

Quote from: King Zultan on November 20, 2020, 05:47:38 am
"Damn it, this place is such a piece of shit."
Check my pockets and see if I still have my phone on me then use the flashlight on it to see where I've fallen.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
(6) You pull out your phone and fumble it on, shining your light around. The sudden illumination blinds you and you blink several times, waiting for your sight to readjust. as you do, you hear your voice chime: "Seventy-Five gallons of industrial lard purchase: CONFIRMED. Your confirmation # will be emailed to the linked address. Your balance has been adjusted. You are now fourteen hundred and seventy two credits in the red. All payments rendered will be taken until your account balances."

Your eyes adjust and you see that you fell down a ship's ladder into a lower hallway. the omnipresent dust in the air is accompanied by a definitive black smoke. The source of the thin smoke seems to be somewhere further down the hall, where a second hall intersects this one.

Quote from: Naturegirl1999 on November 20, 2020, 06:12:52 am
Get away from the speakers, check if they work, if not, try reversing what I did that messed them up, look for something that could be a source of ammonia
(5) you back away from the speakers, bumping into Unit 37 with a dull clang. You realize that the speakers are now clogged with slime and float forward to suck the slime out of hte holes. When you do, the Speakers make a loud sound like the long inhale of a breath, then cough several times loudly. "I'm good, I'm -cough - ... gimme a se- cough a seco -cough- w-wait ... -cough cough- Okay, okay that's better. ugh, I gotta brush my teeth, that's just nasty. Bleagh." (see Pancaek's turn for the continuation here)

Quote from: Dustan Hache on November 20, 2020, 12:42:10 pm
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Rise from the grime and try to find why the atmosphere is getting thin.
(6) You rise from the mold and are immediately sucked into an atmospheric scrubber. Fortunately for your immediate survival, the scrubber is not operational. This is also a clue as to why the air is getting thin. The place is in such disrepair that the mold is gaining sentience.

Quote from: Pancaek on November 20, 2020, 06:06:26 pm
See if I can help get the speakers back in working order. If unscuccesful try to locate a different set of speakers to reroute the ship AI to.

If speakers are a no-go, ask the AI if it can't just project text instead of projecting its body. If not for some reason, find a screen for the AI to connect to so it can use text to communicate instead.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

(1) you produce a brushing utensil and thrust it into the speaker holes. the AI makes several choking and gurgling noises. The hologram froths at the mouth. While cleaning one of the speaker holes, you hear a loud POP, followed by a dull buzzing. A short tingle runs up your brush attachment and the smell of burnt electronics puffs into the room.
When the AI speaks again, its voice is rusty and rough, accompanied by the dull buzz of a broken speaker: "EEK! What are you doing? Not so rough. I think you chipped a tooth. Computer, make an appointment with my dentist. Thursday's no good. Next Tuesday? aww. I guess I can hold out until then." You recieve a notification chime on your communication suite. apparently, you have a dental appointment on Tuesday. "Now then. Welcome to the meeting everyone. Our first order of business is to introduce ourselves. It's important for the officers to have good communi-" The hologram looks around the room, then swings it's arms down and stamps its foot, sending an improbable gust of dust floating through the air. "H-hey! Where is everyone? You're all late! This is terrible!"

Quote from: TricMagic on November 20, 2020, 06:40:32 pm
Continue to search for plasma torch/thrower in engineering.
(5) you manage to locate an engineering section. The door is even open enough to squeeze through.It's pretty dark in here though. You can't see enough to tell a plasma arc thrower from a neutronium rod disosolver.

Quote from: Parisbre56 on November 21, 2020, 02:11:45 am
Hunt/Wait for mice for a while. If that doesn't pan out, then go watch one of the other crewmates, maybe they have food or something to play with.

Spoiler: Mr. Koff (click to show/hide)
(5) you do indeed catch a few mice. Well, that's one crewperson fed. As for followingthe others -well, you'll have to be morespecific, since, you know, they're aalmost all in diffferent places by now.

In The area around the conference room, emergency lighting and klaxons have been triggered. a few of you are outside the area of the alarm and are still blind, but most of you now have sufficient light no navigate by.Also the alarms are annoyingly loud.

Spoiler: Ship Status (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Crew Positions (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Dustan Hache on November 21, 2020, 08:54:24 pm
clearly the issue is that there is a leak in the air scrubber. Try to find some debris to plug the hole That I am being pulled to. Zygomuc hates leaks.
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Edit: Life support is listed twice in the spoilers.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 21, 2020, 09:38:53 pm
Crewbot:
Make my way to where the crew mates are meeting
Hello, I’m Crewbot
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: IronyOwl on November 21, 2020, 10:59:10 pm
"Okay so technically I'm suffocating to death but maybe I can just REAL QUICK grab a bite to eat."

Try to jimmy loose that shrimp casserole sandwich, then scurry into the vents and wriggle through it until I hit life support. If I'm too bulky to fit in the vents, backtrack on foot looking for life support.

Spoiler: Sirirx, Bundle of Eels (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: King Zultan on November 22, 2020, 03:00:10 am
"What the hell would you do with that much lard?"
Follow the smoke and see where it's coming from.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Luckyowl on November 22, 2020, 03:06:31 am
Rosomio gives a half sleepy smile, " ¡Buenísimo! Guess that solve the light problem."

Rosomio tries to make out his surroundings.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: SuperDino85 on November 22, 2020, 10:59:01 am
Spoiler (click to show/hide)

”No no, that’s quite alright. Just keep a steady orbit around this planet until further notice.”
Make my way back to the conference room with the choking hologram to see if they made any progress yet
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: TricMagic on November 22, 2020, 11:01:52 am
If I can't find one, make one. Can't be that hard right? Hopefully I can find one.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Parisbre56 on November 22, 2020, 01:53:20 pm
Get a dead mouse's remains and bring them to that eel suit (or to the conference room, if I can't find the suit). Present the mouse and meow until someone pays attention to me.


Spoiler: Mr. Koff (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Pancaek on November 23, 2020, 02:16:52 pm
"Do not worry, friend computer, most of the crew have already introduced themselves to eachother while you were in disrepair and are now taking actions of their own volition! I am Unit 37, cleaning, maintenance and  ERROR, INSUFFICIENT USER PRIVILIGES robot! As a green level user, you may assign me practically any cleaning and/or maintanance task that you wish! Is there anything I can do for you right now?"
Converse with the ship AI a bit.

If it assigns me a cleaning and/or maintenance task, go and do that to the best of my abilities.
If it does not assign me a task, go search the ship for the maintenance section. Surely a ship such as this must have a bunch of maintenance and/or cleaning gear laying about?

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Title: In which: progress is made but nothing is resolved.
Post by: Ozarck on November 23, 2020, 09:21:04 pm
Quote from: Dustan Hache on November 21, 2020, 08:54:24 pm
clearly the issue is that there is a leak in the air scrubber. Try to find some debris to plug the hole That I am being pulled to. Zygomuc hates leaks.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Edit: Life support is listed twice in the spoilers.
(4) you clump up all the debris in the air scrubber and pile it in front of the filter. The filter strains for a moment, then the air pressure drops noticeably. "Warning. Change Filter Soon. Warning. Change filter soon." An alarm sounds and the air intake cuts out with a dull whine. You climb out of the filter, satisfied wiht a job well done.

Quote from: Naturegirl1999 on November 21, 2020, 09:38:53 pm
Crewbot:
Make my way to where the crew mates are meeting
Hello, I’m Crewbot
What? what crewmates? What meeting? Who are you talking about? Where do you think yu are? where do you think everyone else is?
(4) you spin in a circle and address the one 'crewperson' that has not scattered to the four winds at the first opportunity - the big clunky robot with a roomba for a head.
(you are on, like, 4 turns of ammonia right now)

Quote from: IronyOwl on November 21, 2020, 10:59:10 pm
"Okay so technically I'm suffocating to death but maybe I can just REAL QUICK grab a bite to eat."

Try to jimmy loose that shrimp casserole sandwich, then scurry into the vents and wriggle through it until I hit life support. If I'm too bulky to fit in the vents, backtrack on foot looking for life support.

Spoiler: Sirirx, Bundle of Eels (click to show/hide)
(4 )you shake the vending machine violently for a few minutes, apologizing to Ms. Jackson the whole time for some reason. at long last, a stale flat artificial meat substitute patty covered in pristine artificial imitation cheese substitute, all wrapped in an impressively sturdy mold casing drops into the vending slot. That done, you go looking for 'life support.'
(2) first off, yes, you are too big to fit through the vents. They aren't designed for crew sized particles to pass freely through. What do you think this is, Nakatomi Plaza? Second off, you wipe down one of the more complete sets of colored lines and none of them specify 'life support.' You wonder why. There's entries for things like sewage control and food synthesis and maintenance, but nothing with big red letters saying Life Support. How old and archaic is this stupid trash heap anyway?

Suddenly, your vision is full of dead mammal, claws, and butthole. A loud yawling fills your audio receptacles.

Quote from: King Zultan on November 22, 2020, 03:00:10 am
"What the hell would you do with that much lard?"
Follow the smoke and see where it's coming from.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
You round the corner. turns out, this wasn't a cross hall after all, but two rooms across the hall from each other. this one appears to be a workstation of some kind, with three crew positions arranged in an arc, the smoke seems to be coming from a panel at the left crew station. The center crew station is sparking merrily, and the right station's interface screen is flickering morosely.

Quote from: Luckyowl on November 22, 2020, 03:06:31 am
Rosomio gives a half sleepy smile, " ¡Buenísimo! Guess that solve the light problem."

Rosomio tries to make out his surroundings.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)
(5) you are in the general operations sector, apparently. each of the doors along this arc of tunnel have technical sounding names like "mechanical systems maintenance and override" "electrical advanced engineering suite" and "janitor."

Quote from: SuperDino85 on November 22, 2020, 10:59:01 am
Spoiler (click to show/hide)

”No no, that’s quite alright. Just keep a steady orbit around this planet until further notice.”
Make my way back to the conference room with the choking hologram to see if they made any progress yet
"Okie Dokie, Nerd. hah hah!" the hologram taunts as you scuttle away. You return to the meeting hall. The AI seems ... stable now, anyway. The only other ones here are the floating ball and the robot.

Quote from: TricMagic on November 22, 2020, 11:01:52 am
If I can't find one, make one. Can't be that hard right? Hopefully I can find one.
I ... You ... oh right, plasma torch or something like that. Look you, you gotta be a little more specific than just "look for or make a thing." I barely remember where you are, let alone what you are doing from turn to turn. Let's see. Ah, fumbling in the dark. Okay. (3) (2) you feel about for a bit. all you find is slime, hard corners, and thick dust.

Quote from: Parisbre56 on November 22, 2020, 01:53:20 pm
Get a dead mouse's remains and bring them to that eel suit (or to the conference room, if I can't find the suit). Present the mouse and meow until someone pays attention to me.


Spoiler: Mr. Koff (click to show/hide)
How the hell did you get hold of my playbook? Lessee, the eelsuit didn't get too far. I'll roll for it. (6) You find the eelsuit and leap up to present your find, landing squarely on it's shoulder and plopping the semievicerated rodent onto the faceplate. That should get you some attention, probably.

Quote from: Pancaek on November 23, 2020, 02:16:52 pm
"Do not worry, friend computer, most of the crew have already introduced themselves to eachother while you were in disrepair and are now taking actions of their own volition! I am Unit 37, cleaning, maintenance and  ERROR, INSUFFICIENT USER PRIVILIGES robot! As a green level user, you may assign me practically any cleaning and/or maintanance task that you wish! Is there anything I can do for you right now?"
Converse with the ship AI a bit.

If it assigns me a cleaning and/or maintenance task, go and do that to the best of my abilities.
If it does not assign me a task, go search the ship for the maintenance section. Surely a ship such as this must have a bunch of maintenance and/or cleaning gear laying about?

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

"Yes! Yes! I have loads of tasks to assign! Off on their own volition? this just won't do! Someone  has to fill out the forms. A high grade thermonuclear submarine doesn't run on dreams and spackle, you know! Well, never mind that. Tasks, tasks ..." (6) You receive a laundry list of maintenance and cleaning tasks, not least of which is "laundry." It is in no apparent order, and there are dozens, maybe hundreds of tasks in the list. "By the Way, I should have said earlier, but  Iadore that apron. Does it come in chartreuse?"
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: TricMagic on November 23, 2020, 09:33:22 pm
This is the engineering section right? Why is there nothing here?

Go and try the kitchen next I guess.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Dustan Hache on November 23, 2020, 09:40:19 pm
this calls for celebration for preventing everything from being sucked out into the void! Zygomuc goes to find something organic to sink their mycelium into for nutrients and mass.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 23, 2020, 09:45:37 pm
Crewbot
Find a place with lots of chemicals, and mix some together hopefully producing ammonia
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: IronyOwl on November 23, 2020, 10:00:58 pm
"Yes yes, nice protein factory. Not now, must find a way to avoid suffocation."

Pet the yowling butthole and try to find an engineering section or the like. If there's no formal place to pump ammonia into the vents, I'll have to make do with synthesizing or harvesting it from somewhere else in the ship.

Take kitty and its prize with me, of course.

Spoiler: Sirirx, Bundle of Eels (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Luckyowl on November 23, 2020, 10:38:19 pm
Knowledge check:

Rosomio growing up in a space station gives him a general knowledge on how a space station should work. Rosomio will try to identify which of the doors in around him leads to power generator and try to get the power up and running again.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: SuperDino85 on November 24, 2020, 12:17:38 am
Spoiler (click to show/hide)

”Ah, good, you’re talking now, shiny translucent projection. You might be somewhat happy to know that I have managed to get the navigation up and running. However, I have to admit I think this place is generally dull and nasty. Perhaps you have some knowledge of the issue?”
Speak with the hologram, indirectly asking for a task
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: King Zultan on November 24, 2020, 03:15:47 am
"Oh god I'm gonna die here."
Try to find a way to ether unplug or turn off the smoking and sparking things.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Parisbre56 on November 24, 2020, 05:33:28 pm
Be the parrot-cat! Shoulder is the best place to perch. I'm sure that will upgrade the bundle of eels to the rank of captain.
However, if I do smell the scent of urine (i.e. ammonia), go investigate, especially if it is unnaturally strong. And meow for the eel thing to follow me. For it's scent to be that strong it must be some gigantic rat. ((Perhaps a bit flimsy justification, but if we find some tank of ammonia it might keep Irony and the rest of our ammonia breathers from suffocating.))

Spoiler: Mr. Koff (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Pancaek on November 25, 2020, 03:24:30 am

"Excellent, thank you for your tasks, green level user!
I am unsure wether this apron comes in other colours, because I may or may not have picked it up off of a corpse some time in the past!"
Start doing the tasks Friend Computer gave me. Just go top to bottom, because surely Friend Computer has already sorted them by importance!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Title: In which, A captain is chosen
Post by: Ozarck on November 28, 2020, 02:14:28 am
Quote from: TricMagic on November 23, 2020, 09:33:22 pm
This is the engineering section right? Why is there nothing here?

Go and try the kitchen next I guess.
(4) you stumble your way through the dark for a while until you discover a kitchenette, complete with microwave and mini-fridge. The sink is full of dirty dishes and roaches. The room is lit only by the small light mounted under the microwave.

Quote from: Dustan Hache on November 23, 2020, 09:40:19 pm
this calls for celebration for preventing everything from being sucked out into the void! Zygomuc goes to find something organic to sink their mycelium into for nutrients and mass.
(3) you find some mold, some old insect chitin, and a suspicious glob of slime. The slime at least is edible, apparently.

Quote from: Naturegirl1999 on November 23, 2020, 09:45:37 pm
Crewbot
Find a place with lots of chemicals, and mix some together hopefully producing ammonia
(2) You wander around for a while without a clue what you are looking for. You don't find it. After some blind flailing in the dark, you stumble back into the light, none the wiser., nor any more ammoniated than you were before. You wonder if there might be a better way. Surely these space vessels had contingencies for this kind of thing. if only there were someone who might know.

Quote from: IronyOwl on November 23, 2020, 10:00:58 pm
"Yes yes, nice protein factory. Not now, must find a way to avoid suffocation."

Pet the yowling butthole and try to find an engineering section or the like. If there's no formal place to pump ammonia into the vents, I'll have to make do with synthesizing or harvesting it from somewhere else in the ship.

Take kitty and its prize with me, of course.

Spoiler: Sirirx, Bundle of Eels (click to show/hide)
(2) The path to engineering disappears into the darkness. After some blind flailing in the dark, you stumble back into the light, none the wiser., nor any more ammoniated than you were before. You wonder if there might be a better way. Surely these space vessels had contingencies for this kind of thing. if only there were someone who might know.

Quote from: Luckyowl on November 23, 2020, 10:38:19 pm
Knowledge check:

Rosomio growing up in a space station gives him a general knowledge on how a space station should work. Rosomio will try to identify which of the doors in around him leads to power generator and try to get the power up and running again.
(2) Rosomio knows that the power supply for the ship lies in it's complex gravitational drive system, and that if the power supply is off, the gravity also would be off, and everyone would be dead - not just on the ship, but in a 10,000 kilometer radius around the point of failure. Knowing this, Rosomio encounters a mystery: why, if the power is functional, are all the blasted lights out?

Quote from: SuperDino85 on November 24, 2020, 12:17:38 am
Spoiler (click to show/hide)

”Ah, good, you’re talking now, shiny translucent projection. You might be somewhat happy to know that I have managed to get the navigation up and running. However, I have to admit I think this place is generally dull and nasty. Perhaps you have some knowledge of the issue?”
Speak with the hologram, indirectly asking for a task
"Navigation? Fantastic! Wonderful! Now we can finally sell all this cargo. We're dreadfully late. late indeed. But I am sure the nascent harvest worlds of the Omi cluster won't mind if our wares are a little on the dirty side. They need these to survive the colonization process, after all!"
The A.I. beams at her brilliance, then blinks at you. "What's this about dirt? Well, you can hardly blame me, now can you? I don't even have hands, How would I weild a mop?" (2) the A.I. seems to have missed your hint about a task.

Quote from: King Zultan on November 24, 2020, 03:15:47 am
"Oh god I'm gonna die here."
Try to find a way to ether unplug or turn off the smoking and sparking things.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
(6) You grab the panel covering the sparking wiring and are immediately blown across the hall into the other alcove, unconscious. You aren't aware ofit, but this apparently trips a breaker or blows a fuse and the whole workstation goes dark. Smoke still rises lazily, but it is dying out without a source.
Your alcove alights, however, fully and brightly, not that you can see that. Another hologram appears. this one is a lab coat wearing a stethoscope and carrying a very large hypodermic needle. "Greetings. Please state the nature of your visit to the AID station. For your convenienecf while you wait, a nurse will be by momentarily to administer some hallucinogenics."

Quote from: Parisbre56 on November 24, 2020, 05:33:28 pm
Be the parrot-cat! Shoulder is the best place to perch. I'm sure that will upgrade the bundle of eels to the rank of captain.
However, if I do smell the scent of urine (i.e. ammonia), go investigate, especially if it is unnaturally strong. And meow for the eel thing to follow me. For it's scent to be that strong it must be some gigantic rat. ((Perhaps a bit flimsy justification, but if we find some tank of ammonia it might keep Irony and the rest of our ammonia breathers from suffocating.))

Spoiler: Mr. Koff (click to show/hide)
(4) you perch on the eelsuit's shoulder. "Welcome aboard, Captain Andre. your dry cleaning is in your cabin. A tin of tuna has been prepared for Mr. Big Boi. Please consult your secretary for your schedule and state of the ship review." (2) sadly, Chief of Staff Big Boi doesn't find anything to save our poor ammoniates from their imminent asphyxiation. If only there were some standard delivery system for space suit atmosphere, located in convenient dispenser systems throughout the ship, brightly colored yellow with dedicated sockets for ammonia ports. If only. Not that you care. You are just disappointed that you cannot hunt the legendary Really Big And Mean Rat. Curse you, Really Big And Mean Rat, for your absence. Curse yooooooouuuuuuu!

Quote from: Pancaek on November 25, 2020, 03:24:30 am

"Excellent, thank you for your tasks, green level user!
I am unsure wether this apron comes in other colours, because I may or may not have picked it up off of a corpse some time in the past!"
Start doing the tasks Friend Computer gave me. Just go top to bottom, because surely Friend Computer has already sorted them by importance!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

(1) task one is to give a progress report to the quartermaster. You query the system for the name and location of the quartermaster and receive a FILE NOT FOUND error.



Spoiler: Ship Status (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Crew Positions (click to show/hide)
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Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: IronyOwl on November 28, 2020, 02:54:13 am
"I'm not suffocating, you're suffocating!" Sirirx insists to nobody in particular.

Try to access the ship's AI to find ammonia sources. Munch on my delicious mold-shrimp-casserole sandwich on the way there. Give kitty some when he inevitably demands it even though he's not going to eat it.

Spoiler: Captain Sirirx, Bundle of Eels (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Dustan Hache on November 28, 2020, 03:45:26 am
Zygomuc eats the slime, but still hungers for something more substantial. Didn't my mold-hairs detect vibrations of some other creatures yelping and breathing and stomping about? Go find and try to eat one of them.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: King Zultan on November 28, 2020, 04:35:20 am
Try to regain consciousness.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: TricMagic on November 28, 2020, 08:58:32 am
Try and find a plasma/flamethrower here.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Luckyowl on November 28, 2020, 11:39:39 am
Between the red flashing light, Rosomio will try to make out any light source mounted on the wall. He will then go up to it and try to inspect what's wrong with it. If he can't reach it. Then he'll go to the janitor's room and try to find a stepladder. While there, He'll see if there's any light replacement device or light bulb charger around and bring it to the light source to fix it.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: SuperDino85 on November 28, 2020, 06:53:34 pm
”Okay, let me rephrase that. This place is disgusting and I want to clean it up so it can be shiny. And while that’s going I could also probably turn the ship toward the Omi cluster so we can sell your cargo.”

Directly try to obtain a task from the hologram this time

Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 29, 2020, 05:19:34 pm
Crewbot
Find my way to the AI and ask her about where ammonia is stored
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Pancaek on November 29, 2020, 05:46:00 pm


"ERROR: Unable to complete task one due to employee failure to present.
On to task 2!"
Can't be helped if fleshy employees fail to do their part of the job, on to task 2! Also scan the list to see if there's anything on there that seems like a priority/important task.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Parisbre56 on November 30, 2020, 11:13:54 pm
((Heh. Watch Sirix suffocate to death and we end up with a cat as the captain.))

"Mow!" Koff complains and bats on Sirix's hand until he can properly smell its contents. Seeing that it's nothing too interesting, he lets it go.
"Maaao?" he states his desire demand to play with something to the hologram and the rest of the room from his perch on the eel-suited captain (pun intended). He was hoping the eel-suit would had gotten the mouse moving again, but that hadn't worked out.

Spoiler: Mr. Koff (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: IronyOwl on December 01, 2020, 12:32:57 am
Quote from: Parisbre56 on November 30, 2020, 11:13:54 pm
((Heh. Watch Sirix suffocate to death and we end up with a cat as the captain.))
((Just as planned!))
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: WyrdByrd on December 01, 2020, 11:58:51 am

Look for the nearest surface to carve.
Spoiler: Bubbles (click to show/hide)
[/quote]
Title: In Which: Illumination, material and spiritual, has come.
Post by: Ozarck on December 05, 2020, 03:20:38 am
Quote from: IronyOwl on November 28, 2020, 02:54:13 am
"I'm not suffocating, you're suffocating!" Sirirx insists to nobody in particular.

Try to access the ship's AI to find ammonia sources. Munch on my delicious mold-shrimp-casserole sandwich on the way there. Give kitty some when he inevitably demands it even though he's not going to eat it.

Spoiler: Captain Sirirx, Bundle of Eels (click to show/hide)
(4) "Non-standard atmosphere is distributed through the atmospheric resupply tubes located in each sector of the ship. the access ports for ammonia are marked and highlighted in yellow. You may need to clean the port surfaces to locate the markings. You will find an access port two doors down from the conference room. Please seal the door of hte atmosphere kiosk behind you while recharging, to prevent accidental leaks into the main atmospheric environment. thank you for your cooperation. Your charges will be deducted automatically from your pay." While discussing this with the AI, you aqcuire an additional mold colony on your space suit leg. it seems to take offense to the flora already hitching a ride there. That, or maybe they are mating. Who knows, really.

Quote from: King Zultan on November 28, 2020, 04:35:20 am
Try to regain consciousness.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
(1) no. hmm. You are dying. Hopefully someone finds you before you do.

Quote from: TricMagic on November 28, 2020, 08:58:32 am
Try and find a plasma/flamethrower here.
in the kitchenette? (6) You look at the microwave for a solid three minutes before deciding it probably won't be easy to convert to whatever it is you are trying to get. You root around in the cabinets and pull out some aerosol cans and a pack of matches. You light a match, hold it in front of the can, wince, and spray. After a few false starts, you manageto get a steady stream of fire. You also catch your hand on fire from the build up of whatever was in the aerosol canister. You scorch the woodwork of the cabinet, but it doesn't incinerate.

Quote from: Luckyowl on November 28, 2020, 11:39:39 am
Between the red flashing light, Rosomio will try to make out any light source mounted on the wall. He will then go up to it and try to inspect what's wrong with it. If he can't reach it. Then he'll go to the janitor's room and try to find a stepladder. While there, He'll see if there's any light replacement device or light bulb charger around and bring it to the light source to fix it.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)
(5) You begin inspecting the light elements. You fiddle with some panels, poke about along hte wall and ceiling, and press a few buttons. You activate a screen of some kind, but the glow is dull, black, and covered in slime. Another button activates the AI. this hologram is faded and dark green, as if seen through an algae infested swamp. "For thousands of years, I have slumbered. Who dares awak- oh, it's you. What do you want?" [color]"trying to fix the lights"[/color] you mutter, in whatever color you speak in. "I will activate the lights, for a terrible price" the ominous spectre intones. AS she speaks, the lights in the room come on, and the emergency light blinks out. "You must bring  me five sapients, and wire them into the engine transmutation core. Then, you must trace the sigils in salt onto the corrupted processor, intone the spell, and offer a fresh soul to the CPU. Only then will I be freed of my curse and will be able to activate the lights for you." By now, the lights in the hallway are on, and you hear the sounds of a couple of the other crew commenting about being able to see again.

Quote from: Dustan Hache on November 28, 2020, 03:45:26 am
Zygomuc eats the slime, but still hungers for something more substantial. Didn't my mold-hairs detect vibrations of some other creatures yelping and breathing and stomping about? Go find and try to eat one of them.
(6) you go and find a walking space suit with a cat and a dead mouse on it's head. You attach yourself to the space suit's leg. A mushroom takes offense and begins waging biological warfare with you. The two of you angrily spore at each other, locked in coprophagous combat.

Quote from: SuperDino85 on November 28, 2020, 06:53:34 pm
”Okay, let me rephrase that. This place is disgusting and I want to clean it up so it can be shiny. And while that’s going I could also probably turn the ship toward the Omi cluster so we can sell your cargo.”

Directly try to obtain a task from the hologram this time

Spoiler (click to show/hide)
(5) "the medbay is terribly unhygenic, and would be an excellent place to start cleaning. You will find the medbay a floor down and six doors along the hall, on the left. it appears that one of the first aid kiosks alongthat hall have a visitor. perhaps you could enlist that visitor in your efforts? make sure she finishes filling out all the necessary paperwork for her treatment before hand. She seems terribly uncooperateive, lying there in a pool of her own blood and surrounded by scorch marks like that1 the nerve of some people."
Task get: clean the medbay. enlist the unconscious to assist.

Quote from: Naturegirl1999 on November 29, 2020, 05:19:34 pm
Crewbot
Find my way to the AI and ask her about where ammonia is stored

You join Captain Sirix in listening to the AI explain the atmospheric dispensers, followed by an in flight safety lecture, and a detailed description of the in flight snack schedule and the precise volume of carbonated beverages available per passenger in coach and business classes.

Quote from: Pancaek on November 29, 2020, 05:46:00 pm


"ERROR: Unable to complete task one due to employee failure to present.
On to task 2!"
Can't be helped if fleshy employees fail to do their part of the job, on to task 2! Also scan the list to see if there's anything on there that seems like a priority/important task.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

(1) task two has an attachment, which, when opened, downloads the Baby Shark song into your Roomba. Good luck getting that back out of your robotic head. (3) you scan the list for priority assignments. Nothing seems to stand out beyond the basic: repairs to various subsystems, purchase of snacks and fuel, filtering incoming calls to crewpersons, and answering insurance billing questions. You notice two tasks that seem perhaps more interesting than the others (except the cleaning duties, of course): fill out the crew roster, beginning with teh officer information chart, and check the primary ship systems, activating the ones that need it, and verifying the status of each. Might be good to do after bleaching the bedsheets, or synthesizing the widow cleaner, or stirring the waste treatment vats (making sure to hydrate soem space worms to help with the eco-friendly waste processing.)

Quote from: Parisbre56 on November 30, 2020, 11:13:54 pm
((Heh. Watch Sirix suffocate to death and we end up with a cat as the captain.))

"Mow!" Koff complains and bats on Sirix's hand until he can properly smell its contents. Seeing that it's nothing too interesting, he lets it go.
"Maaao?" he states his desire demand to play with something to the hologram and the rest of the room from his perch on the eel-suited captain (pun intended). He was hoping the eel-suit would had gotten the mouse moving again, but that hadn't worked out.

Spoiler: Mr. Koff (click to show/hide)
(6) ERROR. VIOLENCE WILL BE MET WITH EQUAL FORCE. LEVEL TWO SUPPRESSION ENGAGED. a turret appears from the ceiling and swivels around a moment before stopping, beeping six times, and turning on a laser of some kind. A bright red spot illuminates the wall opposite you before beginning to swivel in your direction. Red dots are fun, right?

Quote from: WyrdByrd on December 01, 2020, 11:58:51 am

Look for the nearest surface to carve.
Spoiler: Bubbles (click to show/hide)
Chaplain, eh? Alright, Chaplain it is. (2) every wall in the recharging port you are attached to is covered in etchings.

Lights have been activated. Everyone is now able to see, more or less. assuming you have visual processors of some kind. Currently, four of you are together near one of hte atmospheric ports: the eelsuit, the cat, the mold and the drone. Everyone else is still roughly scattered about the sector, but within a hundred meters or so of each other. Currently we have two injured, not that anyone else is aware of that fact. Looks like the captain and the drone will be able to start breathing (or whatever it is they do with the atmosphere) next turn, assuming the ammonia ports are functioning and there is a supply of ammonia on the ship (there probably is)

Spoiler: Ship Status (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: Crew Positions (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: King Zultan on December 05, 2020, 03:35:14 am
Try to stop dying or at least wake up to do something about my dying.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: IronyOwl on December 05, 2020, 03:35:58 am
"Precious ammonia!"

Get to those ammonia ports and breathe deep!

Spoiler: Captain Sirirx, Bundle of Eels (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on December 05, 2020, 11:13:00 am
Quote from: IronyOwl on December 05, 2020, 03:35:58 am
"Precious ammonia!"

Get to those ammonia ports and breathe deep!

Spoiler: Captain Sirirx, Bundle of Eels (click to show/hide)
follow Srirx to find and breathe ammonia
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Dustan Hache on December 05, 2020, 12:34:53 pm
Zygomuc begins an advance on the dead mouse and cat at the top of the spacesuit, being mindful not to let their Basidiomycotanian rival's spores take root on them or their meal(s) first.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Luckyowl on December 05, 2020, 01:10:28 pm
Look at the lit hallway, then back to the AI.

"Well, it looks like someone beat me to it.  My fingers are twitching  real bad.  Is there any booze on this station?   "

go to where the AI direct me to go.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Parisbre56 on December 05, 2020, 04:20:10 pm
Red dot! My mortal enemy! We meet again at last! You may have eluded me all those times before, but this time it will be different! This is the time I will finally catch you and consume you, the day I shall taste your glowy flesh! Charge! Catch the red dot! Kill kill kill! This is the moment I've dreamed about! (https://xkcd.com/729/)

Spoiler: Mr. Koff (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: SuperDino85 on December 05, 2020, 08:19:24 pm
Travel to the medbay and search for the crew mate allegedly in a first aid kiosk in that area

Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Pancaek on December 06, 2020, 11:49:28 am
"Baby Shark.FLAC detected. Oh. Oh no. It's stuck on infinite loop..."
Unit-37 goes completely still
"Initiating emergency debugging mode"

Reboot into emergency safe/debug mode and attempt to purge the baby shark song.

If succesful, go and find the primary ship systems and enable those that seem to require enabling.

If unsuccesful, scream while attempting a full factory reset.

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Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: WyrdByrd on December 07, 2020, 09:52:32 pm
Examine my surroundings for any crew, alive or dead. If none can be found, attempt to seek out the chief of staff. He has a way of bending Loggerheads to his will.
Spoiler: Bubbles (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: TricMagic on December 08, 2020, 08:58:05 am
Eh, it will do.

Start burning the mold away in the kitchen with my makeshift flamethrower.
Title: In Which: the weapons deployed, we breathe easily again
Post by: Ozarck on December 10, 2020, 06:38:16 am
Quote from: King Zultan on December 05, 2020, 03:35:14 am
Try to stop dying or at least wake up to do something about my dying.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
(3) The afterlife you have contacted is experiencing technical difficulties. Please hold for the next available representative. Estimated wait time, 31, 353 hours 34 minutes 16 seconds. Your time is important to us. Please hold for the next available representative. You wake up at the end of this turn with your head completely wrapped in guaze and slathered in ointment. Something is broken, but bound, and you are disoriented as fuck and feel like vomitting, but suspect that doing so would not end well for you in your current state. You paw at your face, only to find that both your hands are similarly ointmented and bound.

Quote from: IronyOwl on December 05, 2020, 03:35:58 am
"Precious ammonia!"

Get to those ammonia ports and breathe deep!

Spoiler: Captain Sirirx, Bundle of Eels (click to show/hide)
Quote from: Naturegirl1999 on December 05, 2020, 11:13:00 am
Quote from: IronyOwl on December 05, 2020, 03:35:58 am
"Precious ammonia!"

Get to those ammonia ports and breathe deep!
follow Srirx to find and breathe ammonia
(1)The two of you scramble into the atmospherics booth in a comic, two stooges style pushing match. You refill on ammonia. The scent of Generic Pine Flavored Cleaning Disinfectant and Industrial SolventTM fills your inhalatory ports. It stings. Well, it's better than asphyxiation, I suppose. You attempt to tur nto unlock the air booth only ot find that you are jammed tightly. You can't even reach the door panel to order the release.

Quote from: Dustan Hache on December 05, 2020, 12:34:53 pm
Zygomuc begins an advance on the dead mouse and cat at the top of the spacesuit, being mindful not to let their Basidiomycotanian rival's spores take root on them or their meal(s) first.
(4) the cat disaappears from the spacesuit long before you make any progress. The dead mouse remains smeared across the suit's faceport though, dripping some delicious nectars onto your filaments occasionally, which you manage to get the bulk of over your fungaloid foe. Dominance of the lower external appendical portions of the suit is within your grasp!

Quote from: Luckyowl on December 05, 2020, 01:10:28 pm
Look at the lit hallway, then back to the AI.

"Well, it looks like someone beat me to it.  My fingers are twitching  real bad.  Is there any booze on this station?   "

go to where the AI direct me to go.

(4) "booze? Of course there is! What kind of pirate ship goes anywhere without booze? You can find many varieties in the general crew mess halls' storage cabins. The quartermaster will assign you an allotment, which you can redeem at mess hall #3alpha, which is three flights up the main stairwell, first door on the left, or at any of the other crew mess halls as well!" The A.I. gives you afdditional direcetions to the quartermaster's ofice, which you find wiht relative ease. It is, however, unlit and locked, a "take a number" dispenser presenting the number "qualeph," waving it expectantly at you.

Quote from: Parisbre56 on December 05, 2020, 04:20:10 pm
Red dot! My mortal enemy! We meet again at last! You may have eluded me all those times before, but this time it will be different! This is the time I will finally catch you and consume you, the day I shall taste your glowy flesh! Charge! Catch the red dot! Kill kill kill! This is the moment I've dreamed about! (https://xkcd.com/729/)

Spoiler: Mr. Koff (click to show/hide)
(1) you launch off the suit's shoulder as it rushes toward the atmospherics kiosk, only to be suddenly propelled to the left and pinned to the wall in a bundle of sticky fibres that smell faintly of lavender. "Target neutralized. Administering disciplinary measures, per standard quadrant 37-c6 beta ethical procedures, as outlined in the Galactic Gamblers' Guide to Taxxes IV Hold 'Em, volume 2." A thin squirt of rather dirty water  drizzles out of a nozzle two feet away from your face, plopping into the dust and carpet of the hallway, leaving a muddy puddle. "N#g$ty Kixxxy. ^augh( Kit~." The speakers pronounce in staticky monotone. "Disciplinary coourse complete. Subject compliance satisfactory. administering cetification of completion and standard tier one reward, as outlined in the aforementioned Treatise on Proper Workshop Layout and Maintenance, volume 3." A small, blackened bead drops from a port on the ceiling onto your head, bouncing off and falling out of sight below. whatever it was, it had no discernable smell. Moments later, a second pellet falls onto your head, bounces off, and sticks to the fibers enmeshing you.

Quote from: SuperDino85 on December 05, 2020, 08:19:24 pm
Travel to the medbay and search for the crew mate allegedly in a first aid kiosk in that area

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(3) you find the crewperson (Zultan's character). You don't know that much about mammals or whatever, but you are pretty sure things aren't supposed to bend that way. The hologram nearby wearing a stethoscope awaits your command. "Uh ... fix him?" You suggest. "right away, sir. CODE GREY!" the hologram suddenly shouts. The sudden loud noise is followed by dozens of tubes, mechanical arms, and guaze dispensers pouring out of the walls, sometimes literally. Of the ones that don't fall into a puddle on the floor, one or two poke randomly at the body, which twitches and moans in reply, two actually seem to straighten and bandage whatever was most damaged, and one applies a very liberal heap of ointment onto the creature's face, wrapping the head in comical amounts of shockingly pristine medical gauze.

Quote from: Pancaek on December 06, 2020, 11:49:28 am
"Baby Shark.FLAC detected. Oh. Oh no. It's stuck on infinite loop..."
Unit-37 goes completely still
"Initiating emergency debugging mode"

Reboot into emergency safe/debug mode and attempt to purge the baby shark song.

If succesful, go and find the primary ship systems and enable those that seem to require enabling.

If unsuccesful, scream while attempting a full factory reset.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)
(5) your debug mode seems to work. When you reboot, you are no longer hearing Baby Shark, are dresed in only a n apron, and are vacuuming a single stretch of pristine carpet 9surrounded by perfectly filthy carpet completely untouched) in an unfamiliar room.
(6) You locate the nearest major ship system and go to it's control room, activating all the ship's weapons systems one by one. Naturally they immediately launch into DEFCON 3 and begin firing into the void. You have no way of knowing what they are shooting at, if they are hitting, or what the response will be. Satisfied with a job well done, you turn your attention to the next ship's system: The chemical plant. You are dangerously low on Pine Flavored Disinfectant and Organic Scented Aerosol Odor Obscurant.

Quote from: WyrdByrd on December 07, 2020, 09:52:32 pm
Examine my surroundings for any crew, alive or dead. If none can be found, attempt to seek out the chief of staff. He has a way of bending Loggerheads to his will.
Spoiler: Bubbles (click to show/hide)
(5) you discover the ship's morgue. it's chock full of crew remains and religious opportunities. An information desk has a visitors' logbook appended. the screen blinks softly in blue, awaiting your signature.

Quote from: TricMagic on December 08, 2020, 08:58:05 am
Eh, it will do.

Start burning the mold away in the kitchen with my makeshift flamethrower.
(3) You blacken some mold, spewing dust and smoke into the air and failing to increase the percentage of your body that is burned. Yo manage to clear the doors of the refrigerator/freeze of much of the mold, leaving behind the evidence of your passing as you go.

Spoiler: Ship Status (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: Crew Positions (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Yoink on December 10, 2020, 06:59:33 am
((Waitlist me, please!))   
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Ozarck on December 10, 2020, 07:07:04 am
Quote from: Yoink on December 10, 2020, 06:59:33 am
((Waitlist me, please!))   
((you know I don't have a waitlist. Join at your leisure. Also, for those on 25 posts per page format, the turn is on the previous page.))
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: King Zultan on December 10, 2020, 07:59:05 am
Gently examine myself and see if I can't find out if I actually need the bandages on my hands and also determent if I can talk or not.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: SuperDino85 on December 10, 2020, 09:20:39 am
Admire the shiny hologram and figure out a way to effectively and efficiently clean up this here medbay

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Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Ozarck on December 10, 2020, 09:44:39 am
Quote from: SuperDino85 on December 10, 2020, 09:20:39 am
Figure out a way to effectively and efficiently clean up this here medbay

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(( I forgot to mention that the hoilogram is very shiny))
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: WyrdByrd on December 10, 2020, 12:13:46 pm
Read the book to determine their fate, and then sign off on it. Mourn the Loggerheads and their demise, and then ritualistically celebrate the life that they had given, and the value they have held,  by ritualistically removing their most valuable organs, to later be sold. Once these most valuable pieces have been removed, go to the cafeteria.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: IronyOwl on December 10, 2020, 07:17:57 pm
Two stooges got us into this mess, two stooges will get us out! Comically leverage the other chump in here to push the button with them.

Spoiler: Captain Sirirx, Bundle of Eels (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Dustan Hache on December 10, 2020, 10:16:10 pm
after consuming what is left of the mouse ,Zygomuc jumps ship and attempt to find where the cat went.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Luckyowl on December 12, 2020, 09:09:24 pm
I walk up to the Quarter Master door. And kncok on the door.

"AI, can you open? There's know one here." I said out loud so the AI can hear me. If that doesn't work. Then I'll pull out a lock pick from my pocket and start fiddling with the lock.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on December 12, 2020, 10:08:58 pm
I’m smaller, so theoretically I can get done faster
Try getting my way past the captain to fill up on ammonia, when/if done, get out of the way so the captain breathes too
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Pancaek on December 15, 2020, 07:52:47 am
Head over to the chemical plant and acquire some heavy-duty cleaning supplies
Title: In Which: We Stock Up On Black Market Organs And Industrial Cleaner
Post by: Ozarck on December 16, 2020, 10:41:06 am
Quote from: King Zultan on December 10, 2020, 07:59:05 am
Gently examine myself and see if I can't find out if I actually need the bandages on my hands and also determent if I can talk or not.
(4) You pat yourself through the gauze and feel a tingling pain. you might not need to be cosplaying as a mutant Q-tip, but it seems the bandages and ointment are roughly in the right places. You test your voice. it works fine, though it is mufled by the wrappings. You get some ointment in your mouth. Your tongue goes numb. The bandages soak up any drool, at least.

Quote from: SuperDino85 on December 10, 2020, 09:20:39 am
Admire the shiny hologram and figure out a way to effectively and efficiently clean up this here medbay

Spoiler (click to show/hide)
(3) You aren't entirely sure what a medbay is supposed to look like when it is clean. Mushrooms are used in herbal remedies, right? You are pretty sure, at least, that the broken machinery  and overturned carts should be disposed of. The thick sheen of some kind of industrial oil definitely should be mopped up, judging by the samll herd of dead rats laying at it's edges, the parts in contact with the oil being discolored and dissolved. You locate a wet floor sign and place it in front of the oil, taking great care not to step within a foot of the oil itself.

Quote from: WyrdByrd on December 10, 2020, 12:13:46 pm
Read the book to determine their fate, and then sign off on it. Mourn the Loggerheads and their demise, and then ritualistically celebrate the life that they had given, and the value they have held,  by ritualistically removing their most valuable organs, to later be sold. Once these most valuable pieces have been removed, go to the cafeteria.
(5) you are in luck. It seems that most of the valuable organs, and the brains, for some reason, have been removed and stored very carefully already. There are a few bodies that this process hasn't been completed on. Some of these are decayed husks, while a couple are themselves held in a sort of suspended animation. You deactivate this and dissect two bodies, carefully storing the organs in a separate cooler, which you label "totally not black market organs. Don't steal."

As for the logbook - it doesn't really give information on what happened to the mortuary residents: it's just a list of names, dates, and reason for visits, most of which are either "deliver body" or "collect remains and personal effects." "Drinking party" is a (surprisingly?) common occurrence as well.

Quote from: IronyOwl on December 10, 2020, 07:17:57 pm
Two stooges got us into this mess, two stooges will get us out! Comically leverage the other chump in here to push the button with them.

Spoiler: Captain Sirirx, Bundle of Eels (click to show/hide)
(2) you reach around to try to press the orb against the release button, but she dangles just out of reach of your eels, still trying to gorge herself on disinfectant tainted ammonia.

Quote from: Dustan Hache on December 10, 2020, 10:16:10 pm
after consuming what is left of the mouse ,Zygomuc jumps ship and attempt to find where the cat went.
(1) you start gnawing on the mouse and fall off the eelsuit onto the floor, mouse side up. Something steps on you and you or the mouse let out an indignant squeak.

Quote from: Luckyowl on December 12, 2020, 09:09:24 pm
I walk up to the Quarter Master door. And kncok on the door.

"AI, can you open? There's know one here." I said out loud so the AI can hear me. If that doesn't work. Then I'll pull out a lock pick from my pocket and start fiddling with the lock.
you realize you only bolded the knock on the door part, right? Which you do. The Take-A-Number dispenser beeps angrily and waggles it's Qualph at you. You aren't sure whether to be offended or embarrassed to have a Qualph waggled in your face.

Quote from: Naturegirl1999 on December 12, 2020, 10:08:58 pm
I’m smaller, so theoretically I can get done faster
Try getting my way past the captain to fill up on ammonia, when/if done, get out of the way so the captain breathes too
You and he both got Ammonia'd up last turn, silly. you are currently locked in the atmospherics booth, smelling inf industrial solvent and cleaner and dodging the Captain's grasping spacesuit fingers.

Quote from: Pancaek on December 15, 2020, 07:52:47 am
Head over to the chemical plant and acquire some heavy-duty cleaning supplies
(5) the motherlode. You stock up on as much as you can comfortably carry, catalogue the rest, and cackle in staticky glee as you prepare to hose down the entire space barge with Industrial Pine Fresh and Institutional Scrubbing Bubble-like Foam Spray and Windex.

Spoiler: Ship Status (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: Crew Positions (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: TricMagic on December 16, 2020, 11:00:46 am
Quote from: TricMagic on December 08, 2020, 08:58:05 am
Eh, it will do.

Start burning the mold away in the kitchen with my makeshift flamethrower.

I got missed? Or rather I missed an update.

Continue to burn away the mold.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: SuperDino85 on December 16, 2020, 11:54:03 am
”Huh...mushrooms.”

Dispose of the carts and broken crap, pick the mushrooms and store them in a preservative container, check on the patient, then get a mop and mop up that nasty oil. In that order.  ;D

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Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Dustan Hache on December 16, 2020, 01:27:02 pm
Zygomuc roots into the thing that stepped on them aggressively to pierce any protective coverings and give it a fungal infection they won't soon be rid of.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Luckyowl on December 16, 2020, 09:17:12 pm
"Fine! I'll take the damn number.

yank it the "qualph" number from the number dispenser.
Look at the stupid ticket and try to see if I even know what a qualph even suppose to be. also point my laser pistol at the the number dispenser to see what it will do.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: IronyOwl on December 16, 2020, 09:27:29 pm
"Very well! Take this!"

Gently kick the squeaky mouse-thing at the door release button. At least I hope it's a button, I'm not sure projectile rodent corpses are a regulation method of operating levers or hand scanners.

Spoiler: Captain Sirirx, Bundle of Eels (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: King Zultan on December 17, 2020, 06:06:57 am
"Oh man I almost died, I need to get out of here."
See if there's a doctor around as some one with medical knowledge had to have fixed me, if there is one around find out how long I have to be bandaged up like this, then see if there is any kind of task I'm supposed to be doing.
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Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: WyrdByrd on December 19, 2020, 10:02:23 pm
[b Onwards, to the cafeteria! The Loggerheads must be memorialized. [/b]
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Parisbre56 on December 27, 2020, 06:57:38 pm
Meow until I am free. Scratch and bite the thing that is holding me until I am free. One of the two is bound to work eventually.

Spoiler: Mr.Koff (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on December 27, 2020, 09:21:52 pm
Follow the captain’s hands to where they point
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Ozarck on January 02, 2021, 01:32:20 pm
Quote from: TricMagic on December 16, 2020, 11:00:46 am
-snip-

Continue to burn away the mold.
(6) The kitchenette mold free, you move on to the pantry. it's nasty in there. The bacon is grazing on the lettuce. The ham is having an illicit affair with the prime rib, The potatoes see all, know all. A rat in boxer shorts smoking a foul smelling cigar is banging on a cabinet shouting about rent money. You shrug, shout your intentions, and open fire. Something knockc over what was once probably flour. The powder fills the air, then ignites quite beautifully. Moments later, you and the rat are in the hallway, bent double, wheezing. A thick cloud of smoke roils out of the pantry, through the kitchenette, and into the hall, before the fire suppression system utterly fails to activate to extinguish it. A distressed moo tapers off in the background, while you are getting chewed out by an out of breath rodent for crimes against inhumanity. You peek cautiously around the corner into the harsh glare that is spring cleaning. Satisfied, you check 'demold pantry' off your to do list. You check your canister. it has maybe one room's worth of use left.

Quote from: SuperDino85 on December 16, 2020, 11:54:03 am
”Huh...mushrooms.”

Dispose of the carts and broken crap, pick the mushrooms and store them in a preservative container, check on the patient, then get a mop and mop up that nasty oil. In that order.  ;D

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(6) everything goes well until the moment the mop touches the oil. The oil screams and races up the wall opposite you, taking the mop with it. the oil bubbles, spurts and gurgles. The mop wobbles and lurches as it slowly sinks into the oil. Hard to tell if the oil is eating, dissolving, assimilating ,or simply covering the mop.

Quote from: Dustan Hache on December 16, 2020, 01:27:02 pm
Zygomuc roots into the thing that stepped on them aggressively to pierce any protective coverings and give it a fungal infection they won't soon be rid of.
(1) Whatever stepped on Zygomuc  already has a pretty virulent fungal infection, which takes unkindly to its attempts at territorial expansion. It ends up getting stepped on again.

Quote from: Luckyowl on December 16, 2020, 09:17:12 pm
"Fine! I'll take the damn number.

yank it the "qualph" number from the number dispenser.
Look at the stupid ticket and try to see if I even know what a qualph even suppose to be. also point my laser pistol at the the number dispenser to see what it will do.
The number dispenser beeps smugly and the number qualph lights up on the wall adjacent. A hidden speaker calls out in a voice that sounds both tinny and terribly congested at the same time "QUALPH! NOW SERVING QUALPH! QUALPH! YOU HAVE ONE MINUTE TO COME FORTH OR WE WILL MOVE ON TO THE NEXT NUMBER! QUALPHY? OH WHERE COULD HE BE? WHERE COULD HE BE?" The dispenser makes a shooing gesture with it's next number sticking out of it's dispenserhole.

Quote from: IronyOwl on December 16, 2020, 09:27:29 pm
"Very well! Take this!"

Gently kick the squeaky mouse-thing at the door release button. At least I hope it's a button, I'm not sure projectile rodent corpses are a regulation method of operating levers or hand scanners.

Spoiler: Captain Sirirx, Bundle of Eels (click to show/hide)
(5) the door mechanism recoils in disgust as the carcass approaches. The door squeaks hurriedly out of the way, moments too late to avoid a bit of a splattering. The Captain has been released from captivity the old fashioned way: by throwing corpses at it.

Quote from: King Zultan on December 17, 2020, 06:06:57 am
"Oh man I almost died, I need to get out of here."
See if there's a doctor around as some one with medical knowledge had to have fixed me, if there is one around find out how long I have to be bandaged up like this, then see if there is any kind of task I'm supposed to be doing.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
(4) a bit of fumbling introduces you to the autodoc, who suggests that you can remove the bandages safely within an hour of application, as long as you properly dress the wounds for the next 24 hours or so. Properly, in this case, means a dab of salve, a nonstick protective pad, and enough gauze to hold them in place over the burned areas. fter 24 hours, inspect the wound and apply standard first aid as necessary, unless the wounds have gone green, puffy, pustulent, or otherwise abnormal in disposition.
As for tasks, the autodoc shrugs. "Honestly, we're not even sure why you are here, mate. old girl is a bit of a derelict. How'd you even come to be on her in this condition? Not like you are an official employee of Redderf Mining and Trades, Inc., if that company is even still a thing."

Quote from: Parisbre56 on December 27, 2020, 06:57:38 pm
Meow until I am free. Scratch and bite the thing that is holding me until I am free. One of the two is bound to work eventually.

Spoiler: Mr.Koff (click to show/hide)
You get free by the time honored tradition of complaint and fidgeting, and drop to the floor safely, if indignantly. You give your fur a once over, then trot along casually as if nothing happened at all.

Quote from: Naturegirl1999 on December 27, 2020, 09:21:52 pm
Follow the captain’s hands to where they point
the Captain seems to be gesturing vaguely toward "outside the methane dispensary" so you go there. You are now in the hall. the lights are on, some thing smells like burning organics, someone is squeaking angrily somewhere, and no one has any idea what is going on, myself included).
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: SuperDino85 on January 02, 2021, 02:53:38 pm
Spoiler (click to show/hide)

”Alright, oil creature, this means war.”

Locate a source of water or cleaning liquid, then find a hose of some kind that I can use to spray the water or cleaning liquid at the oil
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Luckyowl on January 02, 2021, 09:39:13 pm
Flip the number dispenser off and go to wherever I got to go for my booze.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: King Zultan on January 03, 2021, 05:30:55 am
"I don't know how I got here ether."
It is time to arm myself to increase my likely hood of survival by searching for some kind of weapon.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Horizon on January 03, 2021, 11:11:47 pm
Spoiler: Space Gobby Boi (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Dustan Hache on January 04, 2021, 03:27:26 pm
Zygomuc got stepped on... by another fungal growth? Unacceptable! Devour the entire thing!
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Parisbre56 on January 04, 2021, 03:49:55 pm
Meow at the hologram in the hopes that it will interpret that as something useful (like giving me a job or an idea about what to investigate) or at least mildly amusing.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Ozarck on January 10, 2021, 01:49:17 pm
Quote from: SuperDino85 on January 02, 2021, 02:53:38 pm
Spoiler (click to show/hide)

”Alright, oil creature, this means war.”

Locate a source of water or cleaning liquid, then find a hose of some kind that I can use to spray the water or cleaning liquid at the oil
(4) you get a hose and spray water at the oil. this goes exactly like one would expect spraying water at oil would go. The oil spreads across every surface it coems into contact with, though it is pushed back by the water.. The entire medbay is now completely contaminated by the biohazardous material. "Hmm. I was sure that oil and water would mix really well. But somehow, this isn't happening. Maybe I'll try fire next time!"

Quote from: Luckyowl on January 02, 2021, 09:39:13 pm
Flip the number dispenser off and go to wherever I got to go for my booze.
(5) you get the booze. You sign some electronic form, and the computer starts calling you "Kyu Em" for some reason.

Quote from: King Zultan on January 03, 2021, 05:30:55 am
"I don't know how I got here ether."
It is time to arm myself to increase my likely hood of survival by searching for some kind of weapon.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
(1) you yank off one of your antlers and swing it around menacingly. You hit yourself in the shin, then again in the gut. You double over in pain. You go to the medbay, but a crab is waging a losing battle with some toxic waste in ther, so you think better of it and stagger off in what you hope is the direction of the crew quarters to sleep it off.

Quote from: Horizon on January 03, 2021, 11:11:47 pm
Spoiler: Space Gobby Boi (click to show/hide)
You awake in a pile of garbage, wedged into a maintenance shaft behind the primary kitchen facilities. this is not an unusual situation for you, as you have been sleeping here for as long as you can remember. You've managed to keep the rats at bay, in spite of the leftover food packets, soiled garments, and piles of rotten hay, by the simple expedient of lots of rat poison. You don't eat the dead rats anymore. You only made that mistake once ... in a while.

What is unusual is the amount of light leaking in through the walls and through the grme on the emergency hatch window. Heck, you diodn't even know the hatch had a window before. What's with all this light out there? You stare dumbfounded at the murky window, idly picking roaches off your fur ror skin and eating them. Hmm, seem to be a lot more roaches in here today. Must be running from the lights.

Quote from: Dustan Hache on January 04, 2021, 03:27:26 pm
Zygomuc got stepped on... by another fungal growth? Unacceptable! Devour the entire thing!
(6) you consume the fungoid and double in size. You belch spores for a while and turn from whatever color you were to a bright orange. You have a sudden urge to eat plastic.

Quote from: Parisbre56 on January 04, 2021, 03:49:55 pm
Meow at the hologram in the hopes that it will interpret that as something useful (like giving me a job or an idea about what to investigate) or at least mildly amusing.
(1) The hologram barks at you. How rude. You are starting to think this ship doesn't even know how to function itself, let alone how to give proper attention and praise to it's feline overlord. there's only one thing to do with a being as dumb and big as this: teach it to hunt! You look around for dead rodents to place at the hologram's feet.

Spoiler: Ship Status (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Crew Positions (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Luckyowl on January 10, 2021, 04:19:29 pm
"Kyu em?"

I shrug off the name and just went about my business. I pop open the booze and chugged it down as I stroll through the lit corridors waiting for some plot related shit barge my way.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Pancaek on January 10, 2021, 04:34:40 pm
Unit 37 snaps out of it's cleaning glee induced haze
"Yes, this will do nicely"

Take the Industrial Pine Fresh and Institutional Scrubbing Bubble-like Foam Spray and Windex, and head over to the medbay. Once there, commence Deep Cleaning programs and set about it getting it CLEAN™

Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: SuperDino85 on January 10, 2021, 07:28:12 pm
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Find some matches or a blowtorch and light the oil on fire, exiting the room as soon as the flames take effect
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: IronyOwl on January 10, 2021, 11:45:01 pm
Captain Sirirx snaps out of his ammonia reverie.

"Right, time for leadership!"

Try to find the ship's bridge, cockpit, command deck, or other area wherein a captain is expected to sit or meander about barking orders.


Spoiler: Captain Sirirx, Bundle of Eels (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Horizon on January 11, 2021, 01:14:15 am
Curious of this new discovery, Cog clears the grime around the hatch then goes to push it open while trying to be careful not to make too much noise. Cog hates disturbing the cute but also delicious cockroaches from their nap-naps.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: King Zultan on January 11, 2021, 07:27:31 am
"Oh shit I ripped off on of my own antlers I think I'm starting to lose it, god I hope I can put it back."
Go try to find the crew quarters so I can rest, failing that just find a decent looking chair.
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Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Dustan Hache on January 13, 2021, 04:24:42 pm
Zygomuc goes forth to consume the nearest source of petroleum products, plastic or otherwise. This includes oil based creatures, if any are about.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Horizon on January 22, 2021, 12:42:29 am
(Hello?)
Title: In Which: plot happens
Post by: Ozarck on January 22, 2021, 01:46:07 am
Quote from: Luckyowl on January 10, 2021, 04:19:29 pm
"Kyu em?"

I shrug off the name and just went about my business. I pop open the booze and chugged it down as I stroll through the lit corridors waiting for some plot related shit barge my way.
(4) you get drunk. the booze is not the greatest, but what you drink is mostly not horrible vinegar. Wait for plot. eh? (5) Plot happens! You are alerted by the hologram ... A hologram anyway, that an incoming message has been received regarding cargo transfer and payment and the like. that sounds like a job for shipping and receiving to your drunk self. The hologram asserts that you are shipping and receiving. There's an addendum on the note. something about weapons fire.
While you are busy arguing that weapons fire isn't your job, you are hauled by a spacesuit full of eels to the command deck.

Quote from: Pancaek on January 10, 2021, 04:34:40 pm
Unit 37 snaps out of it's cleaning glee induced haze
"Yes, this will do nicely"

Take the Industrial Pine Fresh and Institutional Scrubbing Bubble-like Foam Spray and Windex, and head over to the medbay. Once there, commence Deep Cleaning programs and set about it getting it CLEAN™


(6) you tread on over to the medbay, fully stocked and ready for business. You quickly toss all teh useless organics out, crustacean or otherwise, and do unholy battle with the worst corrosive oil spill this side of the last ship you stationed in. After several hours, you emerge victorious and the stains are no more. the room is clean and empty. Maybe a bit TOO empty, on account of the beds, consoles, and dispensaries you chucked unceremoniously into a pile in the hallway outside the medbay. no mater, this place is now sparkling.

Quote from: SuperDino85 on January 10, 2021, 07:28:12 pm
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Find some matches or a blowtorch and light the oil on fire, exiting the room as soon as the flames take effect
You are, fortunately, interrupted by an actual cleaning robot, which comes in, tosses you out on your shell, and rolls up it's metaphorical sleeves to get to work. Once you've righted yourself, you are made busy dodging the various bits of equipment and trash thrown out of the medbay by the overzealous cleaning bot in its war against everything this ship stands for. You are rewarded at the end with a gloriously shiny, if utterly empty, medbay.

Quote from: IronyOwl on January 10, 2021, 11:45:01 pm
Captain Sirirx snaps out of his ammonia reverie.

"Right, time for leadership!"

Try to find the ship's bridge, cockpit, command deck, or other area wherein a captain is expected to sit or meander about barking orders.


Spoiler: Captain Sirirx, Bundle of Eels (click to show/hide)
(5) you wander about, barking orders at no one in particular for a bit. In the midst of your authoritative spiel, you chance upon the sight of an amorphous hologram arguing with a total drunk about "duty ... gunfire ... stocks ... merchants ... looting ... prepare to be boarded ... " this sounds very official, and therefore, very much your business. The Hologram turns to you, resolves into one of those classic damsel in distress images, wailing about her only hope. You order her to show you to the command location, which she does. A screen flickers to pixelated and grimy life. The image of a tidy, stern, and imposing figure fills the screen, making demands about "ceasing hostilities" and "examining the cargo hold" and "if you value your lives" and the like. Standard interstellar greetings, really.

Quote from: Horizon on January 11, 2021, 01:14:15 am
Curious of this new discovery, Cog clears the grime around the hatch then goes to push it open while trying to be careful not to make too much noise. Cog hates disturbing the cute but also delicious cockroaches from their nap-naps.
(3) you shove the door open, barely catching a stack of pots as they tilt over. the door makes a horrendous screeching sound as it creaks to the side, but nothing bigger than a mouse responds. You peer around at the familiar room made unfamiliar by the light: so that was indeed some kind of moss or lichen hanging from the ceiling, and not insulation gone bad. You knew that wasn't the source of your severe stomach pains and explosive diarrhea. It must have been the mushrooms, which, on clearer inspection, are bright red with lime green spots, which slowly ooze, until they drip onto the counter, leaving noticeable trenches in the laminate surface. Your brood leader always told you to avoid eating anything that can eat a countertop.

Quote from: King Zultan on January 11, 2021, 07:27:31 am
"Oh shit I ripped off on of my own antlers I think I'm starting to lose it, god I hope I can put it back."
Go try to find the crew quarters so I can rest, failing that just find a decent looking chair.
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(5) You find the crew quarters and locate a room that has an actual bed with mattress. sure, the mattress is lumpy, smells of mildew, and is torn in six different places, but it's soft-ish and you fall asleep almost immediately. You even find a blanket of some description to pull over your shoulders, but not over much else.

Quote from: Dustan Hache on January 13, 2021, 04:24:42 pm
Zygomuc goes forth to consume the nearest source of petroleum products, plastic or otherwise. This includes oil based creatures, if any are about.
(1) Zygomuc ends up inside a large resealable plastecine bag. His enemies are always one step ahead, it seems.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: SuperDino85 on January 22, 2021, 02:17:00 am
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With the medbay sparkling, how about I find something else to clean up while steering clear of that robot
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: King Zultan on January 22, 2021, 08:01:44 am
Continue to sleep and hope my injuries heal.
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Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Horizon on January 22, 2021, 01:32:24 pm
Cog giving up on being quiet, unceremoniously climbs out of the shaft and drops to the floor. Finally having a better view of the room the little goblin searches for anything interesting to shove in his pockets. Cog likes shiny-shines.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Dustan Hache on January 23, 2021, 09:39:47 am
Plasticine still has petroleum jelly in it! Zygomuc consumes and break down the bag into a pile of salts and acids, consuming the petroleum jelly in the process!
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Parisbre56 on January 30, 2021, 03:03:18 pm
Find a mouse to kill. Or a rat. Or some other small creature. Preferably not a player. Then bring that to the hologram and teach it how to hunt.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Luckyowl on January 30, 2021, 07:59:19 pm
Start drunkly hit random buttons at the command deck. While singing a pop galactic music.
Title: In Which: Diplomacy is abbreviated, violently
Post by: Ozarck on February 06, 2021, 09:26:14 pm
Quote from: SuperDino85 on January 22, 2021, 02:17:00 am
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With the medbay sparkling, how about I find something else to clean up while steering clear of that robot
(6) you begin shuffling all the debris out of the hallway into what is either a large closet, a small conference room, or a crew cabin, stashingthe shinier bits on top and making a sort of cave to crawl in as well.

Quote from: King Zultan on January 22, 2021, 08:01:44 am
Continue to sleep and hope my injuries heal.
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(6) they are healed. You wake up in a giant debris pile, but not the one the crab was making. No, this one looks like it's in a garbage chute. The kind that "recycles" waste by chucking it into the void, or at a planet, or into the heart of a star or singularity. You feel pretty good, really, but are growing rathercurious as to just how functional this part of the ship might be.

Quote from: Horizon on January 22, 2021, 01:32:24 pm
Cog giving up on being quiet, unceremoniously climbs out of the shaft and drops to the floor. Finally having a better view of the room the little goblin searches for anything interesting to shove in his pockets. Cog likes shiny-shines.
(5)You find a packet of something that sparkles brightly for a while when two bits of it are smushed together, and a holobook that is an instruction manual for operating a microwave. the holobook is cheerful and energetic, and has many sub tutorials for things like cooking instant meals, preparing poultry, cleaning and maintenance of the microwave, microwaving live creatures (with a list of creatures that do fit into a standard microwave), and what to do in case you microwaved a spoon or something and burned down the kitchen.

Quote from: Dustan Hache on January 23, 2021, 09:39:47 am
Plasticine still has petroleum jelly in it! Zygomuc consumes and break down the bag into a pile of salts and acids, consuming the petroleum jelly in the process!
(5) done and done. You shlorp aside the by-products of your consumption for later use and revel in the energy and mass you have consumed.

Quote from: Parisbre56 on January 30, 2021, 03:03:18 pm
Find a mouse to kill. Or a rat. Or some other small creature. Preferably not a player. Then bring that to the hologram and teach it how to hunt.
(2) You kill a mouse and go looking for the hologram, but it is nowhere to be found. You deposit the corpse on top a projector bubble.

Quote from: Luckyowl on January 30, 2021, 07:59:19 pm
Start drunkly hit random buttons at the command deck. While singing a pop galactic music.
(4) yes. Well.

[1] yes. well.
Klaxons begin sounding loudly throughout the ship. For the sapient among you, words like "INCOMING MISSILE FIRE" and "PREPARE TO BE BOARDED" and "IMMINENT DRIVE FAILURE" raise some concerns. for the less intelligent among you, the sounds and lights are loud, bright, extremely annoying, and potentially seizure inducing. All in all, it looks like the ship is about to have a very bad day.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Dustan Hache on February 07, 2021, 02:11:41 am
consume and grow to critical mass, then fill the largest room possible with spores to propagate my species of mobile, petroleum consuming mold across the entire ship!
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: King Zultan on February 07, 2021, 05:01:32 am
Use the flashlight on my phone to figure out where the exit is, then use it to get out of here.
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Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: SuperDino85 on February 07, 2021, 02:56:38 pm
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Scurry back to that navigation room and see what the ship is freaking out about now...
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Parisbre56 on February 07, 2021, 04:04:19 pm
Run away from the scary/annoying loud noise to my safe space ((which hopefully conveniently happens to be near the place boarders will board so that I can watch them))
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Horizon on February 07, 2021, 06:12:25 pm
Cog forgetting he's essentially a stowaway decides to run out of the room in panic after shoving the holobook in his back pocket and the two shiny-smooshy thingumajigs into his jacket pocket. "AAAGH," Cog runs in circles panicked by the bright lights and sirens "Cog just wanted shiny-shine! Cog do better clean job! No shoot Cog out airlock" he pleads to the blaring sirens and strobing lights as he continues freaking out.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Ozarck on February 18, 2021, 04:24:31 am
Quote from: Dustan Hache on February 07, 2021, 02:11:41 am
consume and grow to critical mass, then fill the largest room possible with spores to propagate my species of mobile, petroleum consuming mold across the entire ship!
(3) you get intermingled with the mold that is already the dominant life form on the ship. You find it hard to tell where you begin and The EntityTM ends. SOme lettuce in the fridge is grazing on you.

Quote from: King Zultan on February 07, 2021, 05:01:32 am
Use the flashlight on my phone to figure out where the exit is, then use it to get out of here.
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(4) You find a maintenance access grate at the top of a recessed ladder on one wall. The ladder is, naturally, slick with slime, but you make a handy debris pile and climb up to the grate, turn the handle, turn your head sideways, and wriggle into the accessway. It's awkward going with your head sideways to accomodate your antlers, but luckioly for you you have eyes on the side of your head so you can see ahead reasonably well. There's gotta be a hosing off room somewhere up ahead, right?

Quote from: SuperDino85 on February 07, 2021, 02:56:38 pm
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Scurry back to that navigation room and see what the ship is freaking out about now...
(1) the hologram is just laying there on the table, sobbing uncontrollably, sending virtual dust flying with her desparate hiccoughs, black streaks of tearstained soot running down her luminescent face. Well, that's no help at all.

Quote from: Parisbre56 on February 07, 2021, 04:04:19 pm
Run away from the scary/annoying loud noise to my safe space ((which hopefully conveniently happens to be near the place boarders will board so that I can watch them))
(1) You scurry into a safe hole and end up in a face off with a possum. Do all possums mouths open that wide, or is this some sort of needle toothed demon straight from the land of rocking chairs?

Quote from: Horizon on February 07, 2021, 06:12:25 pm
Cog forgetting he's essentially a stowaway decides to run out of the room in panic after shoving the holobook in his back pocket and the two shiny-smooshy thingumajigs into his jacket pocket. "AAAGH," Cog runs in circles panicked by the bright lights and sirens "Cog just wanted shiny-shine! Cog do better clean job! No shoot Cog out airlock" he pleads to the blaring sirens and strobing lights as he continues freaking out.
running in circles, check. shouting and begging for his life? Check. Panic and lose his mind? You .. you bolded this. I gotta roll it. (4) Cog freaks out so hard he runs straight to the airlock and begins licking the glass window babbling about hygiene and the survival rate of sirens. He wets himself completely and strips whatever lower body garments he was wearing to spread the ... cleansing ... around the airlock door, the walls nearby, the floor, and his own head. Oddly, a hologram of a Female Goblin accompanies him on this task, waving around a dirty upper body garment and hooting like an owl while whining about bright lights and dim crewmates.


alright, no one has either fired on, communicatred with, or somehow placated the boarders so I gotta roll some thingums
First, just how aggressively do tehy disable the ship's weapons or whatever? (6) Good news/bad news. They do not violently disable the ships weapons at all. The weapons simply stop firing. All the holograms go rigid, frozen in whatever pose th3ey had: goblin mid hoot, bra mid swing, tear streaked girl mid sob, snot arcing dramatically from her nose, directional light displays frozen mid rotation, pointed God-knows-where, flight safety demonstrators frozen mid asphyxiation routine. And then the engi8ne shuts down and the lights and gravity go out.

Now, how aggressively do they board? (1) There is a loud explosion. Like really really fucking loud. Like, everyone is stunned for a while: eels, goblin, cat, drone, possum, even the mold is startled into sporelessness. And then the air pressure drops. and then the "exposed to vacuum" alarms start before a bunch of airlocks seal up - most notably in the direction of cargo, armory, assuming this thing had that, and the bar, which this thing definitely had.


So, to sum up:
air pressure is dangerously low and you all need to find or utilize whatever space gear you have available
lights: out
gravity: off
ship['s A.I. silent and dark
cargo bay: exposed to vacuum
boarders: present - but not where you guys are.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: SuperDino85 on February 18, 2021, 09:14:48 am
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Go find my self a space suit that will fit so I can breathe until the air is fixed, or at least a bowl full of water I can put on my head and make sure it doesn’t spill
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: King Zultan on February 23, 2021, 03:21:27 am
"Oh god I'm gonna die!"
For get about washing off I need to find a space suit.
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Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Dustan Hache on February 23, 2021, 03:50:36 pm
zygomuc senses the drop in pressure, and tries to find some sort of container with an airtight seal for self-preservation. He might have to shed some of his mass, but that's only if nothing of suitable size for his current form can be found.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Horizon on February 24, 2021, 01:52:15 pm
Still freaking out Cog scrambles to find a space suit.
Title: Mold Farmers in Space: what remains
Post by: Ozarck on March 05, 2021, 08:59:27 pm
The four of you get into some kind of space gear, thereby weathering the ... weather.

After a bit of banging and shuffling, the invaders eventually go quiet. The ship is in atmospheric breech lockdown, and the computer is still silent.

current group objectives (act on these or not, up to you)
1) repair hull breech
2) investigate (and repel) invaders
3) restore atmosphere and remove lockdown
4) reboot the A.I
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Horizon on March 05, 2021, 11:11:01 pm
Restore A. I
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: King Zultan on March 06, 2021, 03:13:23 am
"We're so screwed."
Look for some kind of welding equipment so I can try to fix the holes in the hull.
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Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: SuperDino85 on March 06, 2021, 10:27:02 pm
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Exercise caution as I search for the invaders. Pick up an available weapon should I happen to come across one. If not, my claws should work fine for hand to hand—er—claw combat
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Dustan Hache on March 09, 2021, 06:00:09 am
zygomuc finds his current predicament to be quite cramped. Their first goal is to get the atmosphere repressurized and the leak causing this issue patched. Little else matters to them at this time.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Ozarck on March 18, 2021, 03:23:44 am
Quote from: Horizon on March 05, 2021, 11:11:01 pm
Restore A. I
With what? Where? How?

Quote from: King Zultan on March 06, 2021, 03:13:23 am
"We're so screwed."
Look for some kind of welding equipment so I can try to fix the holes in the hull.
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(2) You find some duct tape and a length of cord. It's ... a start, I guess.

Quote from: SuperDino85 on March 06, 2021, 10:27:02 pm
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Exercise caution as I search for the invaders. Pick up an available weapon should I happen to come across one. If not, my claws should work fine for hand to hand—er—claw combat
(2) you are stymied by a sealed airlock. You do see some graffiti sprayed in glowing neon on the wall across the airlock. "Gardone Wuz Heer." Judging from the vividness of the spray, it was painted quite recently. Must have been the invaders. They were heer!

Quote from: Dustan Hache on March 09, 2021, 06:00:09 am
zygomuc finds his current predicament to be quite cramped. Their first goal is to get the atmosphere repressurized and the leak causing this issue patched. Little else matters to them at this time.
(6) Zygomuc discovers, through the mold network, that a significant portion of the ship around the cargo bay is sealed off. The major leak must be over there. Reports are coming in that the mold is crusting over any spots near there where air is moving, be it holes, vents, doorways, fans, or nostrils. Reports are also coming in that some sort of drone is spreading some k9ind of thick goo in the area. Whetehr this is related to the leak or not remains to be seen.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: King Zultan on March 18, 2021, 05:03:31 am
"There's got to more stuff around here."
Keep searching for equipment to fix the ship.
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Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Horizon on March 18, 2021, 09:55:36 am
Find a safe hiding place.
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Dustan Hache on March 18, 2021, 03:14:09 pm
Zygomuc begins awkwardly navigating to this "Cargo bay" the other molds relayed information about. Lacking eyes, Zygomuc is having to navigate more by air disturbances and inter-mold communication while rolling/ambulating it's sealed container cautiously about. The hole must be patched!
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: SuperDino85 on March 21, 2021, 05:40:01 pm
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An airlock huh? Continue the cautious search elsewhere
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Ozarck on April 12, 2021, 01:34:08 am
hmm. three weeks since hte last post and I still haven't posted. I think this game, like most of my recent ones, is dead to GM inertia. Thanks for playing with me
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: SuperDino85 on April 13, 2021, 03:48:28 pm
No problem
Title: Re: Mold Farmers in Space
Post by: Yoink on May 12, 2021, 05:04:31 am
But why :'(