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TAGE #2; Psi-Fi-Ting-Fantasy Stylee!

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12:32 / 06.09.05

You GIVE ROBOT SULTRY LOOK. You SAY "so what time do you get off work, sweetcakes?" You SAY TO THREET "I don't know Threet (should I call you that?) I'm a double-gendered clone you're a fully equipped medi-droid, seems like we could have fun together. When's your next downtime and how do I contact you?"

'You are are welcome to call me Threet, but I must inform you I am fully committed to a sweet little astromech droid, and we are 100% monogamous I'm afraid. I am flattered but perhaps I should introduce you to 31415. It likes a good time and is not too fussy about messy organics like you.' The medidroid says kindly as it escorts you to the communal dining area.

(more to follow)

14:15 / 06.09.05

You are walking down a white corridor that curves slightly to the left, with numbers occasionally marking the invisible doors to different rooms preasumably like yours- 243, 245 and so on.

While you are failing to seduce Threet you pass a porthole-style window looking out into SPACE. A starfield provides a spectacular backdrop for a curve of the EARTH thousands of miles below, where Australia is seeing the dawn. You seem to be in an orbiting space station.

You reach the end of the corridor, where a door marked FOOD irises open into a large mess-hall style room with a big hatch on the far side, where inmates are queueing to have glop poured onto plastic trays. Some of the inmates are Non clones like you, many are normal humans.

Threet points to the corner where a bearded inmate sits alone. '312 would probably like to see you, you normally stick together. Enjoy your meal, I must attend to my duties.' Threet wheels off leaving you in the dining area.

GUIDE INSTRUCTION?
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14:53 / 06.09.05

SAY TO 312 "Hi, I'm back. Seen 314 lately?"
CHECK OWN CHIN FOR STUBBLE
INVENTORY SELF (I guess I just have a GOWN, or do I also have SLIPPERS?)
INVENTORY 312

09:49 / 07.09.05

You head over to the corner of the mess hall through the babble and hubbub (many people here are acting extremely strangely) and SAY TO 312 "Hi, I'm back. Seen 314 lately?"

'She's still in the infirmary' the bearded man replies, looking up at you over a tray of grey glop. He has a steely gaze and a strong jaw, and continues 'and I'd keep out of her way if I were you. I thought you had your memory wiped again?' He appears to be in his fifties and is sturdy looking.

You CHECK OWN CHIN FOR STUBBLE and find none.
You INVENTORY SELF and find just the white cotton-style smock and slippers made of the same material, but slightly thicker.
You INVENTORY 312. He is wearing the same, but also has a tray of food and a plastic spoon.

GUIDE INSTRUCTION?
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20:38 / 07.09.05

GET TRAY.

EAT FOOD.

12:54 / 08.09.05

You GET TRAY from the stack at the end of the long school-canteen style hatch, where a non clone scoops some grey glop into it. You take a seat next to 312 with your back to the wall and EAT FOOD. It's bland in a way only reconstituted soy-based protein can be, ick.

A couple of inmates nod acknowledgment at you, but you don't remember them, and resume conversation with 312 (unless otherwise instructed).

'So, can you remember the plan?' 312 asks you out of the side of his mouth.

GUIDE INSTRUCTION?
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Regrettable Juvenilia

13:04 / 08.09.05

Say to 312:

"Of course. Do you?"

13:09 / 08.09.05

WHISPER TO 312 "Does the plan involve 314's eye and an escape pod? Will there be room for a robot? I've gotta get my cortical inhibitor explanted. No? Oh well, tell me anyway. I don't remember it 'cos they wiped my brain. Again. It must be like bleached formica® in there." TAP OWN HEAD

13:13 / 08.09.05

'Yes, but there's been a problem. The cortical inhibitor disabler is in the infirmary- 314 has it. We can't get you to Earth without it, and I think she's got an idea that it's valuable to us. She may even know what it is. What should we do?' He whispers.

GUIDE INSTR..fuckit, from now on >? will do
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13:17 / 08.09.05

autran, slightly too slow! Bleached formica, heh

19:17 / 08.09.05

FAKE HEARTATTACK

08:31 / 09.09.05

If 314 is Darryl Hannah, I shall scream and run.

15:02 / 09.09.05

You FAKE HEART ATTACK. Leaping to your feet you clutch at your chest making gurgling noises, then collapse clawing dramatically at the air. Initially alarmed, 312 catches on to your cunning plan and calls for help. "HELP! MEDIC!" he bellows, attracted looks from the more coherent inmates.

A medibot trundles over, possibly Threet but it's hard to tell through your 'attack'. It extends a stethoscope from one finger and places it on your chest. 'Hmm. No sign of palpitations..' you moan and feebly paw at the droid '..but we'd better get you to the infirmary just in case.'
The droid picks you up in it's arms and wheels out of the mess hall through another door.

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12:15 / 10.09.05

It scoots through the corridors of the station carrying you like a baby, until it comes to the INFIRMARY. The door irises open (the doors make a noise just like star trek doors) to show a large dormitory style room full of empty beds. At the far end one is occupied, and the 'bot trundles in and deposits you in the bed next to 314, a tall blonde woman with a dressing over one eye who appears to be asleep.

The droid examines you, making tutting noises.

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P. Horus Rhacoid

15:07 / 10.09.05

EX. DROID WITH AN EYE TOWARDS POSSIBLE COMBAT WEAKNESSES. EX. SURROUNDINGS, LOOKING FOR POTENTIAL WEAPONS. IF/WHEN DROID DETERMINES THAT HEART ATTACK IS FAKE, SAY IN SULTRY VOICE, "It's okay, baby, I just couldn't wait to get you alone." SMILE SEDUCTIVELY. WALK FIRST TWO FINGERS OF RIGHT HAND UP DROID'S TORSO WHILE HUMMING 'LET'S GET IT ON.'

09:51 / 12.09.05

Dear sweet Hajime Sorayama.
Well, in both games, I think we can sum up our collective personality as violent, horny, and daft as a brush.
Well, at least we can dance.
Yeah, I'd hit it.
S.F. adventure... are we Barbelitharella?

P. Horus Rhacoid

13:03 / 12.09.05

Come on, seducing your captor then knocking them on the head is a perfectly legitimate means of escape.

That being said, did I totally kill this thread?

14:53 / 12.09.05

(Nope, there's just no play on a Sunday while the Guide has a day of rest)

You EXAMINE DROID WITH AN EYE TOWARDS POSSIBLE COMBAT WEAKNESSES. It's a metal and plastic robot with a single pneumatic wheel, so possibly the tyre is a weakness, but it's very strong and you're trapped in a cheap non clone. In a fight it would probably hold you down while you struggled and mewled like a kitten, perhaps it's best to think your way out of the situation.

You EXAMINE SURROUNDINGS, LOOKING FOR POTENTIAL WEAPONS.
You're in the infirmary of a high security space station for dangerous lunatics with psychic powers. There are no obvious weapons. You do notice a fat red button on the wall nearby marked 'SECURITY' though, within easy reach of the droid, which implies there may be more formidable foes around somewhere.

17:38 / 12.09.05

While you're looking around (and still faking the aftereffects of a minor cardiac infarction) you notice that the tall blonde woman is lying on her right side facing away from you, the dressing on her left eye, almost certainly feigning sleep while you thrash and moan pitifully just feet away. This shows you some sort of cybernetic implant in the base of her skull like a socket, and a surreptitious feel reveals a similar one in the top of your own spine.

The droid finishes it's examination and says to you 'You seem physically unharmed. Your ailment is psychosomatic in nature and will pass soon, would you like a tranquiliser to relieve the effects of self-induced panic attack? You really aren't well, please stop fondling my outer casement as I am repulsed by your squishiness, you organics are vile sacks of protoplasm as sexually attractive to me as space-squid. If you don't need tranquilising then I will be on my way to attend to my duties.'

It's tone is frosty as it pushes you back onto the bed and wheels backward preparing to either sedate you, leave or both, so you think twice before trying your devastatingly charming chat-up line "It's okay, baby, I just couldn't wait to get you alone." while HUMMING 'LET'S GET IT ON.'

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P. Horus Rhacoid

18:37 / 12.09.05

LOOK CHAGRINED. DECLINE OFFER OF TRANQUILIZERS.

13:08 / 13.09.05

MUTTER "Well, I've got a plug in back of me head, that's gotta count for something...".

Actually, being held down while we mewl like a kitten sounds like a good time to me, mew! Mew!

17:18 / 13.09.05

You LOOK CHAGRINED. You DECLINE OFFER OF TRANQUILIZERS.
The droid scoots out of the room as you MUTTER "Well, I've got a plug in back of me head, that's gotta count for something...". The door irises shut behind it as it leaves, and you turn back from watching it's lower-rear-torso-region-a-bit-like-an-ass to see 341 sitting up in bed glaring at you like you are the devil.

She is a strinking looking woman who looks rather predictably like this;

(you can't scream and run as the door will not open for dangerous inmates like you)

She looks at you with pure hatred and says
"I'll put something in that socket you hateful bitch, just give me a reason!"
She tosses her blonde tresses dramatically, overemphasising her words in an almost vaudevillian villain's manner and continues;
"I know about your little scheme, bitch, and I have the removal device you need. You can't escape without it, and *I* can't escape without you. So it looks like it's deal time, wouldn't you say?"

DEAL TIME Y/N?>

21:15 / 13.09.05

SNATCH OUT 314's EYE (the one she still has)
SAY TO 314 "Now it's deal time, Zato-bitchy"

10:40 / 14.09.05

Noooooo! Don't let her strink us!

10:56 / 14.09.05

You attempt to SNATCH OUT 314's EYE (the one she still has) and SAY TO 314 "Now it's deal time, Zato-bitchy", but she seems ready for you (and is a foot taller). You feint left, then strike Mantis-style for her face, but your puny clone body is slow and uncoordinated (almost as though it's made to be bad at combat). She seizes your wrist and twists your arm, pinning you face down on the bed in a vicious lock, threatening to snap your arm off. Tears of pain escape your poor quality clone eyes as you whimper pathetically, totally at her mercy.

"Here's the deal" 314 continues, as though nothing had happened. "There are three things I insist upon. First, that you do me first. The cortical inhibitor is booby trapped to explode if I try to take it out myself, so you will have to remove mine for me. I will then do the same for you. That's the only way, agreed?" She twists your arm for emphasis.
"Second, you take me with you. I know you plan to help the Reverend back to Earth, I come too or else no deal- and without the device, you are trapped here.
And Third," she laughs evilly,

"I get to take my bloody revenge-

I...TAKE...YOUR...EYES."

She continues after a dramatic pause "You won't need them when you're back in your own body, and unless I get my revenge, we all stay here and rot!"

The demented bitch is serious.
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Regrettable Juvenilia

11:56 / 14.09.05

Say:

"Just so we're on the same page: the first thing you want is for me to do you?"

12:12 / 14.09.05

"With the device, that's right. You just stick it in me, and turn it on, and the machine does the rest. Then I'll do you, and none too gently either bitch."

In an observation station far away in Tycho City, a low level security agent steals the surveillance tape of the interaction between you both for his private collection, simultaneously fulfilling his Freudian porno needs and preserving your secrets- so that's lucky)

12:18 / 14.09.05

314 releases you from her judo deathgrip contemptuously, tossing her hair again in that melodramatic manner. You massage your aching shoulder, and think about her offer.

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P. Horus Rhacoid

12:32 / 14.09.05

ASK "what do you know about me and the Reverend?"

P. Horus Rhacoid

12:43 / 14.09.05

ALSO, LOOK AT 314'S FACE AND BE REMINDED OF THIS:

CHUCKLE SOFTLY.

13:20 / 14.09.05

You ASK "what do you know about me and the Reverend?"

"I know there's room for two in his escape pod once you've zapped out, and I know he's got a way of contacting the Greys for the necessary distraction. I also know your memory has been wiped so don't try and bluff me. Do you want to escape or not?"

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13:31 / 14.09.05

(they are mirror image psychos aren't they? Silent curtains or serial killing, obsessional crazies R us

13:54 / 14.09.05

SMILE SEDUCTIVELY. WALK FIRST TWO FINGERS OF RIGHT HAND UP 314'S TORSO WHILE HUMMING 'LET'S GET IT ON.'

14:11 / 14.09.05

You SMILE SEDUCTIVELY. 314 does not smile in return. You attempt to WALK FIRST TWO FINGERS OF RIGHT HAND UP 314'S TORSO WHILE HUMMING 'LET'S GET IT ON.'
As you reach out, she grabs your two fingers and returns you quickly to the face-in-the-bed-whimpering-in-pain position.

"I'm going to ask you again, and every time you don't answer, I'm going to brak something- and I promise you, they will be things you'll miss!"

The demented bitch is still serious.

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14:14 / 14.09.05

DEAL Y/N?

(OTHER DIALOGUE? CONTINUE POOR BLUFF? PANIC AND HIT RED BUTTON? CONTINUE ABORTIVE ATTEMPTS TO FUCK AND FIGHT EVERYTHING THAT MOVES?)

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