Mission 1

[Bitom]

It might be any other day, but it's not. You're wearing a RED jumpsuit now, and in those brief moments when your InfaRed co-workers come out of their drug-induced work-stupor, they look jealous. After all, you have an apartment now, that you only share with 4 other people, and your footlocker actually has a LOCK on it. And you can bet your shiny red pants that you've already done some wheeling and dealing on the IR market to get some stuff that you've never been able to get before. In a sea of black-clad workers, you stand out in your bright red, proud and wondering when you will be called upon to serve the computer.

It doesn't take long, your PDC rings and vibrates, and a message from the computer comes through. As soon as the message is done, the PDC disconnects, leaving you with no chance to ask questions.

It seems that your supervisor also got the message, he comes storming over and slaps your copy of a temporary work release form in front of you "Looks like our TROUBLESHOOTER is too IMPORTANT to work today. Don't worry, I'm sure we'll manage to work harder and make quota without you."

At least the message didn't get interrupted when the platform was being dictated. Platform A8:C7:60:FF is one you've gazed longingly at before as you were waiting for the overcrowded IR transbots. It's for RED clearance and above only, and even then, Only YELLOW and above can use it if they're not on official business.

[Cattywumpus]

Feeling rather smug and not bothering to hide her satisfaction, Hmr-r-Tym-1 puts the work release in her backpack. She takes a brief moment to record the manager's resentment of the Computer's dictum as rather insubordinant in her Loyalty Notebook. She locks the Loyalty notebook securely and places the key upon her person.

Walking toward A8:C7:60:FF is a magical experience. Hmr-r-Tym-1 notes the occasional looks of envy and nods graciously to her infared co-workers as if she is a Green clearance citizen. She also takes this time while walking to search for a release to use A8:C7:60:FF because she is on official business.

[Bitom]

Surprisingly, Hmr finds that there is no such form. Higher-clearance citizens are apparently trusted enough to know when they are on official business. How Odd! No forms! On the way, though, she sees a blue smudge on a confession booth, and since this is her signal, she ducks inside to receive a message from her secret society. Thankfully, her society superior reminds her to go back to her bunk and pick up her gear. It would be terribly embarrasing to show up to her first mission without it.

OOC

See your character sheet for the secret society briefing. 1 perversity point for being the first to post.

[pygmaelion]

PBJ-R-TYM nods decisively at his supervisor. It's unfortunate that this irritated citizen could not have forseen the rise in importance that would inevitably occur for PBJ. Neatly smoothing the slap marks out of the work order, PBJ inspects the work order for proper spelling, grammar, meter and verse, then folds it in neat quarters and tucks it into the pocket of his jumpsuit.

Unlocking his footlocker, and looking over his shoulder to avoid revealing its contents to the citizens around him, PBJ puts all of his personal equipment into his Red Canvas Backpack

Action

Using Concealment : 11 for this

. He straps his assigned equipment to his jumpsuit for easy access

Action

don reflec armor, pdc, multicorder and soft-tapes, and laser pistol body with red barrel attached

. Locking his now empty footlocker, PBJ nods at his empty bunk...

"Farewell, empty bunk... I'm off to do the computer's bidding!"


Striding confidently toward the door, The Multicorder is brought out to record the beginning of this auspicious day "This is PBJ-R-TYM-1 recording the first moments of what will no doubt be a very important mission for all of Alpha Complex. I can not say what the mission is for reasons of ~ehrm~ Security..."

~Come to think of it... it MUST be a very important mission, if they can't share it with PBJ's Supervisor.... Clever Computer, always one step ahead of the Enemies of the Complex... the filthy traitors...~

"I'm off to A8:C7:60:FF to catch a transbot to the mission briefing... Alpha Complex demands, and I comply!"

Satisfied that this meets the mission recording requirements for pre-mission recording, he sets off, out the door... to get to the transbot station. Less than Six hours to save the complex from... something...

[TetNak]

Tet-R-Nak-1 marches toward his work INFARED supervisor. He is a part-timer now, that's to the wisdom of the Computer. He has already packed everything, changed into his red jump suit, and is ready to charge out into Alpha Complex to make a difference.

"We are too important for work today?" Tet-R-Nak-1 asks, looking at the paperwork being brought forth.

Being on official business is wonderful, "Thank you, Friend Computer," the Team Leader says happily, wearing a smile on his face with a lit cigarette hangs from his mouth. He marches along toward the transbot that will take to to the mission briefing.

OOC

Slight edit

[Cattywumpus]

Hmr-r-tym-1 shuffles to her room a bit chagined at forgetting her gear. She must do better then this to please the Computer!

Going to her quarters she opens her locker and loads in her personal equipment - using her back to block the inevitable camera.

Action

Using stealth 04 to try and hide stuff

Carefully she puts her Bottle of EZ-DUZ-IT in an outer pocker for the rectification of unhappiness. Her Hygene testing kit goes in an outer pocket, as does her loyalty notebook.

Hmr-r-Tym-1 puts on her Red Reflec Armor and runs a hand through her hair. She then takes the key to her loyalty notebook and secretes it in her underwear.

Throwing her shoulders back, she proudly marches to her destiny!

[DoomulusPrime]

LOL-R-SKT beams a smile from ear to ear out from under his shiny new RED Paint Control Duty Hat (PCDH) at the friendly yet terse Jackobot waving his Work Release Papers excitedly in his face. "That's a mighty good fella," he says, through a free-and-easy pill and paint fume-induced haze. Incidentally, the papers remind LOL-R-SKT that's he's due to be somewhere else that day. He vaguely recalls an advertisement he heard while hunting for a FunTyme MorningCast on his newfangled RED-Clearance hand radio that morning...

"Aw, man, this is gonna be KEEN," the dusty, yet recently-minted RED citizen says as he gives the nice 'bot a congratulatory pat on he head, spins around, and takes the PCDH off his head, revealing a frazzled combover to the world. In a gesture of respect to his Service Group, LOL-R-SKT, having noticed a fair number of scuffs in his duty headgear, tosses the hat with a thoughtful *SPLOONK* into a nearby open can of RED paint before marching off, whistling a patriotic tune along the way.

After wandering back to his quarters and stuffing his stuff into his backpack by the handful, the crusty old painter flicks a stray spatter of RED off his standard-issue REGISTERED MUTANT stripe, slings his gear over his shoulder, and ambles down to...

"Now where did TEELA-O-MLY say to go that free SOYNUT tasting?"

Eventually, he manages to get to A8:C7:60:FF...

[Bitom]

Everyone manages to get to the platform, after stopping in various locations to get a briefing from their secret societies (Not that any of you are traitorous members of those) the platform is gleamingly clean and gloriously uncrowded. There are a few high-clearance citizens (Two yellows and a green) in one corner, talking amongst themselves. They pay the 4 reds no mind.

Although you have been aware of your assigned team, this is your first time meeting face-to-face (Except for Hmr and Pbj, who were decanted together).

Together, you wait for the transbot to adventure.

[pygmaelion]

PBJ-R-TYM-1 pulls out his multicorder and points it directly at TEAM Leader TET-R-NAK-1.

Pressing the button he always presses to record, He moves slightly closer to the Team Leader, and gets a good close up of his face.

"Tell Us, Team Leader, about your name, rank, current assignment, and your most loyal sentiments regarding Alpha Complex."

Covering the microphone with his hand, PBJ leans over to LOL and whispers "We'd better get this recorded, so that when we are given our "Citizen's medal of duty" later on, we can show that we were all doing our parts... Think of what you want to say, because you're next."

Uncovering the microphone, PBJ focuses in directly up the nostrils of TET, awaiting a response...

[Cattywumpus]

"Greetings fellow Citizens!" Hmr-r-Tym-1 says brightly, nay gleefuly! "Ah, Pbj-r-Tym-1 may I commend you for your clear loyalty to the computer in performing your duties."

Hmr roots around in her underwear and brings out an extremely warm key. Unlocking her loyalty notebook she dutifully records Pbj's zeal in performing his duties. She then drops the key back into her drawers.

"May I suggest that since our dear computer records most mission failures as due to lack of Hygene that we have an immediate Hygene test to preclude such a disaster from befalling us?" Hmr gets her hygene testing kit out expectantly and awaits a response.