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purplerosesbeauty rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-12)
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 Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 7:18 pm
Eostre Diazzi
HP: 15/20
Another night, another disaster. The packing machine was malfunctioning, spewing some kind of acid in between throwing the trolls who came close enough and destroying the material it was supposed to be moving. A moment distracted by the sight of a purpleblood with mops, and she found her footing lost in a puddle of... something. Eostre fell and slid across the floor with a gasp, feeling the burning from the chemicals on her skin where she touched the puddle, quickly soaking through her clothing. Her sniffnode burned from the smell. She slammed into the claws of the machine and closed her eyes, trying not to panic as she tried to stand up and get away quickly. One mistake. s**t. She'd probably have burns on her hands and knees, and god knows where else. At least this was a jumpsuit, and not one of her nice outfits.
The machine slammed something into her head, and she was knocked out cold on the floor.
Eostre dealt 1 damage to the packing bot.
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Gl!tch~ rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 7:48 pm
Reemus is fighting the packing bot!HP: 17/20 DMG: 6 +1 =7 She was okay. Voscil said so herself, and he didn't have any reason to believe otherwise. Reemus was close enough to smell blood or hear mewling if any of his contact hit any sore spots. He could tell his pumpbiscuit to slow down a little. That paparazzi was right mean. And fast! To be able to catch Voscil off-guard. He hated them. The entire lot. He was ready to seethe in rage, redirecting the clinging negative emotions in his chest, but Vosil had more to say.
You keep looking out for me.
True. Of course he did! Someone had to; Voscil was one of the most capable trolls he knew, but someone should always have back-up... But he wouldn't get to say his thoughts. He opened his mouth and didn't even utter a sound before he processed the follow-up.
I'm starting to think you like me or something.
"I- w-well- It's-" he started to sputter; Vos had other plans. For the second time that night, Reemus felt a troll's lips on his. Just like before, he was startled. But this time around, his throat went dry while his chest sparked inside as if Voscil had used her powers on him. But he liked how it felt.
Not long after Reemus even realized what was going on, Voscil cut the kiss off. Oh, right, he realized after a bleary second. They were still in the middle of a big old something. Even so, he could only stare after her while she ran off, then back. Then, still paralyzed, he blinked down at her when she was back.
He only seemed to awaken when she spoke up again. "Weird? W...? No! No mate! That wasn't..." Reemus searched for words. He felt so many things, too complicated for him to speak of properly. That alone was enough to frustrate him. He needed to say something, but for the first time it felt like nothing he could say would be enough.
After all his struggling, all he could say out of desperation was, "I liked it. I like you. You make me happy. All I wanna do is make you happy! But..."
But the world was spinning around them. Their fellow trolls were beating off the press, but there was another mess to fix. There wasn't any time! He looked at the packing machine, the workers, et al and back. Once. Twice. Then he lifted Voscil and put a hand on the back of her head while pulling her into a kiss. Then, he put her back on the ground. "We'll talk later, 'kay, love?"
Even as he ran off, wow. Wow! His thinkpan threatened to speed up and maybe even explode. He couldn't let that happen. Especially now that the Paparazzi was gone now, and he could think. Things were better; it could be okay. So, of course, something had to go wrong. Cameras weren't going off anymore, but there was some new kind of commotion.
He paused quick to see what exactly was going on. From what he could tell: screaming, something moving about that shouldn't be. Reemus turned to see a packing bot freak out, and the workers get caught up in it. Something out of order? They'd just have to fix it! Easy stuff.
Reemus started lumbering over, and soon was close enough to yank some parts. All he knew was that they were supposed to salvage things. Again, easy. His kind of work!
He heard a loud sound nearby, and caught sight of a figure slump to the ground. "Crikey!"
Reemus rushed over, and started looking the body over. "Mate? Mate?" Seemed knocked out. But that would leave the troll in danger! Without a second thought, Reemus scooped the small Eostre up in his arms and started carrying her off.The Good Ship purplerosesbeauty
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DraconicFeline rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 8:13 pm
Hivestuck Name: Psykgi Mentha (8-21 1/2 Daily Actions) Activity: Tactics Resources gained: 6) An infrastructure failure of the space ladder gives you a reason to write a report on the materials used and quality of work necessary to succeed next time. +3 research (Unrelated to Packing bot) Reports, reports, reports, reports, <******** reports. They were tedious but they were essential. Not Psykgi's area of expertise, but she had to do them anyway... and she would ******** do them. After all, she wanted to make the best impression possible with the people in charge. She'd need all the favor-in-high-places she could get if she wanted to get anywhere as a redblood. Not that she was bitter - pretty much the opposite! She'd always known that, and accepted that, and heck - she liked it. For Ma'am it was all business - influence, power, a good job and a good future. And, in the swarm's case, more places to be spread to. The motto was thus: Hard work, in the right places, with a few risks taken would get her where she was going. For Psykgi, it was all a game. But sometimes that game did mean doing the boring stuff, because someone had to get it out of the way and it saved time later. She finished editing the report she'd written about several researcher's current efforts and sent it off to them to check, smiling to herself. Writing in general had not been a particularly strong suit when she'd started, but that was changing! She had gotten so much experience here! What a great thing to put on her resume and bring back to the rehab center! What a great thing to bring to the greater whole of troll society! She leaned back and stretched. She was doing so good
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DraconicFeline rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 8:15 pm
Hivestuck Name: Psykgi Mentha (8-21 2/2 Daily Actions) Activity: Tactics Resources gained: 3) Poring over various reports allows you to recommend building and workforce assignment. +1 labor +3 research (Unrelated to Packing bot) One of the researchers in a nearby box-office-structure was playing music at an acceptable level. Apparently, it was their method. Psykgi hummed along in tune as she cruised around the space dome, offering compliments and whatever small tokens of friendly appreciation that she could along the way. They were getting closer to the wire. Chittentown was doing better than they should be, and the pressure was on to prove the superiority of Civisect. Even Psykgi was aware that this was being painted as a bloodcaste-war, and as an era-war. It was the old, scrappy, longstanding lowblooded technology giant versus the new, shining, highly-advanced cutting-edge higher-caste institution. Psykgi knew, too, that she occasionally got some strange looks - why, people asked her, was a lowblood here? Why didn't she go to Chittentown's camp? Where she belonged? Except she didn't belong there. This was her city, and this institution was a source of deep pride for her. So she smiled and schmoozed and got everybody's hopes and motivation up - they would need every scrap of mental health they had to pull this off... Because those bastards were good. Those bastards were really good.
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DraconicFeline rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 8:29 pm
Hivestuck Name: Psykgi Mentha (8-21 3rd bonus action) Activity: Tactics Resources gained: 3) Poring over various reports allows you to recommend building and workforce assignment. +1 labor +3 research (Unrelated to packing bot) Psykgi was hearing rumors of a labor shortage, and these frightfully dull reports were corroborating it... and that was just the tip of the iceberg! There were morale problems everywhere, rumors of actual stealing by possible rebels and bandits and other such ne'er do wells. She hoped that one of those persons of interest wasn't Leeroi, but it probably was, and he could handle himself. She didn't have to worry. Anyway, there were some very nervous drones from multiple points on the hemospectrum, all worried and nervous and taking long and unhealthy coffee breaks. As the report said, this was not good either. "What we need to do to improve morale..." she wrote in an internal communication (because apparently the person she needed to talk to was deliberately not making face time for a redblood (a silly and progress-adverse thing to do, but ah well, she could work with it) Is to send trained and qualified trolls to the manufacturing facilities with some strong labor enforcement. Between the positive messages, the looming threat, and the physical assistance, it would be reasonable to conclude that there will be better attitudes and met quotas within a few days.She hit send. When, a few hours later, the workforce team went out, and she smiled widely in victory. Someone had listened. (Psykgi sends 10 labor to Facility 2)
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purplerosesbeauty rolled 2 6-sided dice:
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Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 9:45 pm
Eostre Diazzi
HP: 12/20
Eostre regained consciousness after a few minutes, the sounds of the fight rousing her with a slight moan. She lifted a hand to her head without thinking, flinching when she remembered the chemicals burning through her black gloves. ********, that's right, she was fighting the bot that spewed chemicals. She opened her eyes, to find she... wasn't on the ground. "What...?" she asked, momentarily confused, and looked up. She was being carried by a very large, hemoanonymous troll. She didn't recognize them as anyone she knew, and they must have picked her up after she was hit.
"Thank you," Eostre murmured, "But, do you think you can let me down now?" Now that she was awake, she was perfectly capable of standing on her own, but she didn't want to just hop out of this... very large troll's arms. The struggle alone would make her look silly and tiny, and she was embarrassed enough without that.
Eostre dealt 5 damage to the packing bot.
Gl!tch~* she did damage by just sitting there and looking pretty i guess, i just wanted to have a fill that had something for you to respond to lmao
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zeflamigo rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 11:45 pm
Hivestuck Name: Vulpin Cadmea Activity: Covert Ops Resources gained: +2 Research +4 Morale Being as discreet as they could muster, Vulpin logged into the Civisect databases in search for some more trolls to staff Aandes' musical crew. Thinking of it like that, it seemed like such a silly job, but Vulpin knew the reasons and was satisfied their work was getting put to good use. Vulpin took notes on a stack of post-its, writing almost illegibly small. Their penmanship was sharp and direct, though others might not think of it as particularly fancy. Their lowbloodedness definitely shined in that trait. Penmanship was just never something their lusus assumed to be important, and frankly Vulpin didn't feel that way either. After all, they signed their name as V most of the time anyways.
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zeflamigo rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 11:48 pm
Hivestuck Name: Vulpin Cadmea Activity: Covert Ops Resources gained: +4 Research There was a second reason Vulpin had to be in Civisect, aside from fraternizing and digging up dirt about the high life of the beach town. They were also tasked with deleting some unsavory tracks from Aandes' history, a few safehouses that needed to disappear, a couple of shipments that were misplaced. Vulpin knew the drill. Having memorized the information, Vulpin went through the database quickly, deleting the correct databanks and putting holes in the system so their work couldn't be traced. They thanked themselves for studying so much during their trouble when the city was known as Old Hemisect. It made their life much easier to have a clue what to do with husktops, another thing their lusus never bothered with.
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Gl!tch~ rolled 2 6-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 12:23 am
Reemus is attacking the packing bot!Soon, away from the fumes, the small troll in his arms started to stir. Reemus looked down at Eostre when she spoke. Well, he barely thought to- she had been so quiet. And, before, he hadn't noticed he had swept up a highblood. Whoops! Well. No matter what he couldn't have just left her there.
"No problem, mate." he said, clearing his throat. After a couple of more steps, the big galoot set Eostre down. "Y'good, mate? That bot looks like it packs a helluva punch."
Which, without his realizing, Reemus would experience firsthand shortly.HP: 12/20 DMG: 2 +1 =3
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Gl!tch~ rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 12:27 am
Hivestuck Name: Reemus Grroou Activity: Agility Resources gained: +6 labor
They weren't used to a whole lot of that, which only meant he should push them more! He kept jogging between jobs.
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Gl!tch~ rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 12:29 am
Hivestuck Name: Reemus Grroou Activity: Agility Resources gained: +6 labor
He wasn't gonna collapse or anything like that, but 'Toothy' would really like a break. He had done plenty for the fancypants team! Although his job wasn't quite done yet, he was already starting to drift to the break room, wondering what drinks and snacks they might have tonight...
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Micillia rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 7:34 am
Hivestuck Name: Chiara Activity: Covert Ops Activities Resources gained: +4 research Chiara groaned. With the paparazzi getting everyone all excited and confused, the work wasn't getting done. So she decided to double down and really get cracking on the research. It was boring work, and the blueblood noticed herself drifting off now and then. Her thoughts on other trolls, the weird messes that had suddenly been popping up, all sorts of things. It was both expected and disappointing how unorganized it all was here. The blueblood sighed and looked down at the pile of papers she had been trying to focus on, maybe there was something interesting here somewhere...
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Micillia rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 7:37 am
Hivestuck Name: Chiara Activity: Covert Ops Activities Resources gained:+6 research Chiara put down the papers and turned on some radio device thing they were using to track and spy on the apposing team. She twiddled the dile randomly, more just fiddling than anything else. It might find something interesting, but mostly this was boring work. Suddenly there was a voice, and then Chiara's absent fiddling stopped. She messed with the dile a bit more, going back and seeing if she could find out more. Finally more voices came out of the radio and Chiara grinned. This had to be something! Right? It turned out to be a talk show, talking about the best use of lumbermeat. Chiara sighed and went back to twiddling.
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Micillia rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 7:49 am
Hivestuck Name: Chiara Activity: Covert Ops Activities Resources gained: +1 research +2 morale It was time to get out of the science dome. Chiara got up and went exploring, right into the heart of Chittentown. She talked to various residents, looked at the Chittentown science hub, but generally focused on relaxing, she deserved! She had been working hard on all this nerd stuff, it was Chiara time. The blueblood did get many a stare, highbloods were not as common here as in other places. She waved and grinned her usual grin, be afraid, she thought, i don't mind. Then Chiara found a piece of paper on the ground. She looked at it quizzically and pocketed it, she was fairly sure what it was about.
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Micillia rolled 2 6-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 8:04 am
Quote: Chiara is attacking the packing bot! If you rolled a 3, you listen to the engineer and desperately jam slime-coated batteries and whatever else you can fit into your pockets and hands. Hauling your small pile of retrieved goods off somewhere safe, you realise your soaked clothes are now starting to sting a bit. Not good. Take 3 dmg. Take 3 dmg. Dealt 3 damage (+1 for military weapon) HP: 17/20 Chiara glared at the packing bot. They were just getting back on track. Chiara listened uninterested as a scientist begged her not to hurt the robot too much. "Fiiiiine." the blueblood groaned, and she sauntered over to a box of batteries that were clearly not anywhere near getting destroyed by the robot. The blueblood lifted the box and moved it somewhere even farther away. She looked at the robot from afar, all the other trolls scurrying about, trying to fix things and move things. Chiara sighed, she really didn't want to be back in the fray. Chiara spent a few minutes looking at her nails, killing time, and glaring at Lorata.
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