You are assigned to a team of researchers, who pool their thoughts together and come out as a stronger unit!
Caiden was enjoying the big books, even the ones that did not have pictures. He was thinking about adding some in the margins, and got his colored pencils out to do just that when Engrav sat at a different table than Caiden. Caiden was aghast. That was his BEST FRIEND and he wasn't sitting next to him! "ENGRAV! Did you not see me there? I was at that back table back there!" Caiden said as he gathered his supplies and moved it all over to Engrav's table. "What do you think? I think these books would be a LOT more understandable if they had some pictures, so i was going to draw some! But, should i draw them in the margins? Or should i draw them on a separate piece of paper and then slip that into the page it's picture corresponds to?
Buzzwulf
Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2016 7:33 pm
The yellowblood hadn't taken his share of the flowers, but Sephos supposed that was just how things went. He didn't understand why people wouldn't take things when they were offered them. It was one thing when they weren't yours - that was stealing, and even Sephos sort of understood why someone would be upset. He himself didn't see the problem with it when it was for the greater good, but then again, his 'stealing' usually was someone's garden space, or a plant cutting, or soil, or water, or an empty pot. Maybe food, but he usually tried to trade for it. He had no desire to take someone else's valuables. Use without permission, maybe, but... whatever.
The drones seemed to like the flowers, too. They said that the fresh scents motivated them to do better. One made some comment about 'lemons' and 'the scent of their youth' but when Sephos had offered them lemons (which he actually had, and personally liked), they'd looked at him strangely and shooed him off. Whatever. More lemons for him, he guessed
Overseeing a radio call, you manage to identify a leak in the transmission and disable it before any information or goods are compromised. +1 research +3 morale
Engrav shouldn't have been surprised that Caiden couldn't take a hint but... he still was. The dunce decided that he'd just go running right up to Engrav and yell at the top of his lungs instead of thinking if maybe there was a perfectly good reason he was sitting away from the brownblood. Actually, come to think of it, why would he sit with Caiden at all? Engrav winced at the shouting going on from across the table. He glanced up from his radio transceiver to give the young troll an aggravated look.
"Obviously you should draw on a separate sheet, now quiet, I'm busy. What was that you said?" Engrav asked, speaking into the transceiver. "Raves? Raves on the production facilities? That doesn't make any sense." There was excited buzzing on the other side of the line. "Oh, RAIDS. Sure. I expected that would probably happen sooner or later. It's a good thing though. Then you can see where security is weak and shore it up. Get on that right now!"
Engrav tore his sleeve away from Caiden, who had been tugging it excitedly. "Hey! What do you want?" he shouted down at the brownblood, then stood stock still as if he had been electrified. "what channel are you on?" Engrav asked quietly through the tranceiver.
More buzzing, then swearing loudly. Engrav pulled the domeset away from his noiseplates and winced. "Get off that line! it's unencrypted! And don't call me again until you've got a full writeup of security weaknesses!" He dropped the headset on the table, slumped into the seat and sighed. "Honestly." Engrav said into Caiden's beaming face. "Cant find good help anymore."
Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2016 7:37 pm
Hivestuck
Name: Mahmud Seshat Activity: TRANSFER: Morale Resources gained: -15 Central Hub, +15 Facility 1
They loved it! The folks over at the second distribution hub really liked his picture! In the privacy of his own blockspace, Mahmud couldn't help but give a small squeal and (heavens forbid) a giggle. He may not like being close to trolls, but the boy was only troll. Attention was still something he desired... and now it was time to get back to work.
Facility 1 was down in the dumps after this raid. From what he had heard around (who was the loose lips on this ship, anyways?) the higher ups had their butts gnashed and spit back out. Quite a few were considering taking an "early vacation". He was all out of ideas for posters... but thankfully, that wasn't his best craft. Poetry was!
Facility 1 Morale Booster by Mahmud
Take your vacation make it a staycation don't back out so fast from your glorious invitation to be at the front of innovation I'm just sayin' you should be stayin' and those raiders you s hould be slayin'
(Oh wait, shoot don't literally do that Don't slay anyone please)
Anything worth doing ain't ever been a breeze so swat off those fleas the Civisect Disease face the moons proudly and loudly and bring those jerkfaces to their knees!
Little did Mahmud know, this most certainly didn't work as well as a mewlbeast hanging from a branch. But the awful poem ended up being a source of amusement that boosted the worker's spirits enough to push through. Nice!
You scour existing research for additional methodology and theory concerning Alternian architecture.
"Engrav wants help" is all Caiden gathered from his friend's muttering and whispering. "Oh Oh!! I can help! Choose me Engrav! Ill be the best help you could ever want!" Caiden then hit the books. The brownblood was oddly silent as his nose was inches from a large book's page. The boy even ignored his coloring utensils. Helping Engrav was important. Caiden wanted to prove that he could be fun, and be a big help too!
Finally the brownblood sat up and started writing on a blank piece of paper. It was odd how focused he was being, and how quiet. "Here Engrav!" Caiden yelled excitedly as he jumped up from the chair and handed the yellowblood a paper absolutely covered in notes. "Here! I dont think words really explain it all that well..." The brownblood said as he started drawing a layout of the facilities and showing where weaknesses might lie, and gaps in security. The brownblood handed the notes and the drawings to the yellowblood and smiled wide.
Buzzwulf
I dont know... is Caiden's handwriting even legible?
Managing to identify the strengths and weaknesses of the workers around you allows you to maximize efficiency in delegating! +4 labor
"Er... Caiden. I was talking to someone over the radio." The tellowblood said, breaking the few moments of precious, blessed, wonderful silence. "You didn't have to write this up... but let me take a look at it."
He studied the sheet carefully, then flipped it over after he finally realized it was upside down. The handwriting was completely illegible. Not only was it unreadable, it was also maddening, to look at. It actually gave Engrav a pinch in his thinkpan just looking at it.
"Um." he said, swallowing once. "Good job, Caiden. Great work."
He turned and handed the page to one of the drones. "Go figure out what this means." Engrav whispered. "Then do that."
You practice creating one additional mechanism on your assembly line each night, and it drives your fellow workers to do the same.
"Yes!" Caiden yelled in victory. A "good work" from Engrav. Those were rare, well not really, but Caiden suspected that the yellowblood told him "good job" just to get him to quiet down. But that was okay. Caiden was getting a little better at being silent when he could tell Engrave really needed it. But why would Engrav want silence? Caiden loved it when Engrav talked, its just that sometimes the yellowblood was silent, so Caiden had to make up for that.
Caiden nodded to his friend and decided he was done reading books for a while. The gears and parts were really what he enjoyed playing with. Just think of the sculptures he could make with this stuff! It would require a lot of glue tho...
Buzzwulf
Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2016 7:46 pm
Sephos was exhausted, and he was running out of flowers. Between what he'd given to Kolako and what he'd reserved for the yellowblood (and what little remained for himself), he was down to a few stalks. He was tempted to take from his reserved portions, but that wouldn't be right – everyone deserved some flowers in their lives, right?
”Hey, Maku?” he looked up at his drought-fatigued lusus, who gave him a curious humm in reply. ”You think I could... grow some flowers here? While I'm here?”
Maku's laughter was the rustling of leaves in the boughs of ancient trees, all rustle and wind and joy, and Sephos could see why he was laughing – all the metal. All the hard, mechanical, metallic stuff. This was not a friendly place for plants. ”I've got a pot, though, and I could get some soil and there's plenty of water in the sink...” Maku laughed again.
”I'm serious.” he said, crossing his arms. ”I'm going to give it a try.” Maku had no issues with that.
“Hey, you know,” said a passing drone, “I used to live here, and I totally grew flowers and stuff. Had to be hardy stuff, though, that you could bring indoors, or didn't need too much water.”
Sephos blinked. That was... good advice. ”Thanks.” he said, surprised.
“No problem, kid.” they – or she – took one of the last of his flowers and boarded her tansport. Sephos tucked his hands into his overalls.
It was probably not the most well thought out plan Akkira could have thought of, but after hearing the smack talk of some familiar voices that surrounded her, Akkira decided to pick up and move some of the heavier beams that she could manage to carry. With surprising finesse the redblood heaved the beams, her geta clicking with each step alerting trolls here and there of her presence.
"I told you I got this," She said with a smug smirk on her face. Though some trolls seemed to stare at her wondering who she was talking to, the one that had been heckling her knew who they were. But after this, she really need to put some of the things she learned into practice and possibly gloat to her lusus about how kick-a** she was being.
Name: Mahmud Seshat Activity: Academic Resources gained: +3 labor +3 research
(NOT PART OF MY RP WITH PURP, a short one-off) Attending an important event with VIPs allows you to gain more traction for your cause and network with big names
How did he always find himself in these situations?
Mahmud was small, sure. And light? Yeah. Boy could he be compact too. All of this normally helped when he was trying to make a getaway, but instead it got him caught between two head scientist's legs at a mess hall table.
He'd really have to stop coming here.
Admittedly, what they were talking about was pretty interesting. Both were comparing their science and calculations to the way their architects were interpreting the information. Some things, however, were being miscommunicated.
"Excuse me? But... the architects have been wondering why you've been designing this part of the tower... it may be nice if you explained your reasons to them you know?"
The advice was appreciated, but both grown trolls wondered what a small child was doing hiding under their table.
Sephos returned from his exasperating shopping expedition with a few potted plants, some better pots, some soil, and a tool he'd wanted and didn't have at home. He and his lusus were laden with the supplies and on their way back to his assigned room when, at the opening to a long staircase that he certainly was not going up or down at all, he saw the yellowblood from before. He shoved the rest of the supplies into his lusus's hands and knelt over him to investigate.
”Hey.” he said, nudging Nictor slightly, ”Nictie... Are you okay?” It wasn't really any of Sephos' business if he was or not, but he had salve packets and he might as well share them, right?
Name: Mahmud Seshat Activity: Agility Resources gained: +6 Research
(Outside the normal RP with Purp! A one-off!) Looking at some reports, you notice an error that could have potentially been dangerous! You are commended for your correction.
Sometimes in this big project Chittentown was participating in, one just needed some alone time. That one in this case was Mahmud Seshat. Instead of taking time to run around, or try to be more social, he took time in the libraries to pour over the different books on Architecture. No lies, sometimes he daydreamed that he'd be allowed to take these wonderful tomes home with him. There was no way the higher ups would allow that though.
It was a good thing he was taking some personal time though, because what a discovery he made! Someone must have been using this book earlier for their own research, because stuck inside the pages were furious scribbled notes. There were only some parts the little boy could understand, but what he could he knew someone was trying to fix a problem.
Later on, he ended up finding the scientist and architect duo who had been in the library and earned a pat on the head. Which he immediately wigged out over and scuttled away to the library again, hoping there was nobody there.
You maintain a cool head when a water hose snaps and manage to resolve the situation.
Keeping a cool head sure was easy when he didn't know just how dangerous the situation was!
After so long, longer than he ever intended waiting for, Mahmud was finally able to go to the Space Elevator. Giddy delight fluttered in his stomach when he was able to touch that beautiful structure. This is what they were working for? Something so beautiful and majestic?
Mahmud didn't notice at first all the panicked shouting, but after another troll bumped into him he found himself faced with people shouting at each other, debating on how to fix this utter disaster. Apparently a major pipe had started gushing water, and everyone was too busy arguing to do the sensible solution.
While everyone was debating, Mahmud went into a pile of supplies and produced a roll of duct tape. Useful, and handy to keep on leaks!
Gl!tch~ rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-6)
Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2016 8:01 am
Trying to look busy was hard. Like, super hard. Luxara worked best doing something versus appearing so until making her next move. She'd take a schedule over free-roaming at times like this. Otherwise, she might end up going up and down the scaffolding all night. It had been a while since she had some trees to climb. It was all starting to get to her. Luxara tried to remember if she had as much difficulty in OHC as a child. Had she gotten less capable dealing with society? What a worrying thought.
She startled at someone mumbling behind her. A drone had caught her lack of work, so now she had some. Test? Research? Great! Maybe she could get something out of that. With a silent salute, she scampered off to get to work.
After smashing up the Civisect facilities and fighting Eridia and Chiara, Leeroi came back from the facilities looking like a wreck. After going to the medley to get his wounds treated, he swapped out his malfunctioning arm for his more temporary, barebones version. He could fix it up in due time, but for now he was still too angry to think without messing his arm up further.
Idly, he wondered where Hemera was. Her input was useful and valuable during the raid, and strangely enough, he wanted to see her face again. He wasn't worried, though. Mera seemed to have a straight head on her shoulders, and even if she got hurt she'd probably turn up fine.
