| Logging Do-N to 'logs\Do-N.Chatsociety.log' | |
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The_Guild![]() | You wake up the next morning in an empty rumpled bed in someone else's room. There is sun shining through a window to your left: it is an absurdly bright and cheerful day outside. |
| Do-N rolls over and tries to find her clothes, checking herself for wounds/hangover/etc. | |
The_Guild![]() | The sheets are stained, the hangover is in effect, and you're covered in mild burns and what appear to be pinholes. |
Do-N![]() | "Good night, eh?" [Do-N splashes water on her face, puts on her clothes and heads out the door.] |
The_Guild![]() | You find yourself in a wide hallway that you recognize must be another area of the residences. The colors are different, more of a burgundy and brown motif, but it is otherwise the same as the hallway in which you are bunked. |
| Do-N sets out to find some breakfast. ~Where's the nearest caffeteria and quartermaster?~ | |
The_Guild![]() | ~A map to Comestibles appears in your head.~ |
| Do-N goes looking for some black coffee and toast (both slightly burnt), some iodine, and a futuristic barf-bag that won't stink or leak. | |
The_Guild![]() | You arrive in Comestibles and are served by a fattish lizard-type person with bright yellow red and green scales, who fills your order rapidly. |
| Do-N spends a few exciting minutes, vomitting, slugging back coffee and disinfecting all her pinholes. | |
Do-N![]() | ~Do I have any "appointments" or anything today?~ |
The_Guild![]() | ~You have Traveller Orientation in five minutes, conference AD-14.~ |
Do-N![]() | ~Oh. Fancy that.~
~Gimme some music that's good for hangovers. Some really nasty blues or somethin'.~ ~Where's AD-14?~ |
The_Guild![]() | ~Nasty blues, check. Map to AD-14 was included in the message.~ |
| Do-N staggers along (to AD-14), mumbling off-color blues lyrics: "Sent my baby a brand new $20 bill, and if that don' bring her back, my fuckin' shotgun will." | |
The_Guild![]() | You walk in to see that there is only one chair left. (I'll post who's in the room in main channel)
~Alice asks "Would you like me to do something for the pain?"~ |
Do-N![]() | ~"Naw. I'm kinda enjoyin' it. 'Preciate the offer though."~ |
The_Guild![]() | Did you want to be a leader? |
Do-N![]() | [Is this being asked over the Thinkers? or out of character?] |
The_Guild![]() | Out of character. |
Do-N![]() | [Depends on what it means to be a leader, but probably not. She doesn't like the idea of anyone having authority over other people, herself included.] |
| Do-N borrows Alice's telepathy, and starts trying to pick up the vibes going around the room. Peoples' reactions to each other & to the teams. | |
The_Guild![]() | Your skin begins to itch and burn. Ropelike bulges appear beneath your skin, writhing slowly. |
Do-N![]() | [Well, fuck. Don't think that was leftover from something I did last night. I stop. I got nothing?] |
The_Guild![]() | ~Whispers of thoughts enter your mind. "She's cute, too bad she's not on my team." "Foolish non-seeing thoughtless pawdywhips." "strengths and weaknesses." "These people need guidance. I will give it to them."~ |
Do-N![]() | Can I figure out who is thinking what? |
The_Guild![]() | Egistero, Utyo, Lopez, Cluhan respectively. |
Do-N![]() | Can I tell who Egistero thought was cute? :) |
The_Guild![]() | It was Alice. :) I guess he doesn't go for the hungover look. |
Do-N![]() | Yeah, Do-N's at her most charming right now. Is Alice particularly cute? How 'bout the elf-girl? |
The_Guild![]() | See the picture. The elf-girl is cute, too, but there's something off-putting about the blankness in her eyes. |
Do-N![]() | I got nothing from her with Telepathy, I assume? She may or may not be the source of my itch/burn? |
The_Guild![]() | Nothing from the Emissary or either Shargat, no.
Are you going to scratch? |
Do-N![]() | Yeah, I might push my luck a little. :) |
The_Guild![]() | It soothes it a bit. The burning and itching were mainly from the physical transformation, the feeling of your body being stretched into a new shape. The burning is fading though the itch remains. |
Do-N![]() | Funky. :)
~What would it take to get Lopez "drunk"?~ |
The_Guild![]() | ~A rewiring of internal toxin processors and reprogramming of nanotechnology.~
What do you think of that? |
Do-N![]() | [Alice making drugs you mean?] |
The_Guild![]() | [Ja.] |
Do-N![]() | [Her reaction is honest.] |
The_Guild![]() | ['Kay.] |
Do-N![]() | ~Hey thinkers, what do human brains taste like?~ |
The_Guild![]() | ~A salty, buttery sort of fatty taste tickles your tastebuds.~ |
Do-N![]() | Mmmmm. ~And how do they taste to Raukas?~ |
The_Guild![]() | ~A salty, buttery sort of fatty taste tickles your tastebuds.~ |
Do-N![]() | ~That was less exciting than I'd hoped. :(~ |