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TEST DRIVE MEME!
The ship has made a stop at a city-planet to acquire some supplies-- and just everyone's luck, it's one of those wonderful mostly-lawless places where you can do or get pretty much anything. About the only thing the local government seems to frown on is outright murder, though it's quickly apparent that most of the planet's places of business include some rather heavily-armed security to deter thieves and other ne'er-do-wells. Still, it's a chance to get away from the zombies and breathe some non-recycled atmosphere for a while...
Scenarios:
#1: Screw that, I'm staying on board.
Just what it says on the tin. Your character has some plans now that the ship's mostly cleared of both unwilling passengers and zombies.. the Master might even be away! Time for a little reconnaissance behind locked doors?
#2: All work and no play makes Jack something something.
Unhappily for you, you were given a mission on-planet that you should probably try to complete before you go have fun... well, unless you want to get your air supply cut off or any of another thousand yucky things. Thankfully, you just have to pick up that really big palette of mysterious crates watched over by those really big unsmiling dudes.. or was it that other big stack of crates?
#3: Well it's not technically illegal.
There's something on-planet-- money, technology, shinies, whatever your character's heart desires. Only problem is, you can't seem to acquire it by normal economic activities. Ocean's Eleven in Space, anyone?
#4: The chips are down.
It's Space Vegas. Your character is gonna go have a look at the space casinos, or take in a space MMA battle, or whatever other ridiculous thing you can think of on a planet where you can do pretty much anything you can afford... and you've got just enough in credits or barter to cash in...
#5: Wild card! Choose your own adventure!
DO
~Post a top-level comment for a character who will be NEW to the game. So, like.. everybody. If you want to.
~Make sure to label your post with your character's name and originating canon.
~Tag as if you're already stuck on this wonderful ship! Make sure to read through the game info before tagging.
~If you are really shy, try tagging one of the threads already there!
DON'T
~Walk out of the airlocks without a space suit. Jeeze.
~Taunt happy fun ball.
Oh snap! Not alert phase!
She sighed and tipped her head back to look at him as the keypad that she was trying unsuccessfully to enter a code into made a sound that sounded remarkably like an electronic raspberry at her.
"You didn't want to go to Space Vegas?"
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"Guess sweet-talking it didn't work out?"
He sighed at her question, shaking his head a little.
"Vegas was only ever fun if you were drunk.. I figure Space Vegas is only really fun if you're space-drunk. I'm saving my hangovers for something a bit more special. What about you?"
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She frowned at the keypad, before turning her attentions back to Flynn.
"I'm not that great at computers. I don't think that I can sweet talk it into opening. But since the zombies are all gone, I figured maybe I could get some answers, you know?"
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"I can give it a crack, if you're really hot to get in there. Not sure it'll help. This isn't the only locked door around here."
D1 command is probably a much better candidate for breaking and entering... But he'd run out of ideas for the moment on how to jimmy that lock.
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She moved aside to let Flynn get at the lock.
"By all means, be my guest. I'm not the best with computer stuff. And of course loud annoying PA guy didn't have an easy code like 1-2-3-4-5 or anything like that. I tried other things too."
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"I like how this conversation jumped straight to creepy space porn. Really gives the whole thing a nice touch," he said, practically twinkling at Maya before he turned more serious attention on the lock.
Well, there were only so many possible passcodes, and if you left off all the easy ones... He felt around, trying to pick out if any of the keys had more wear on them so that he wouldn't have to try and brute force it for hours.
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Maya settled on the floor next to him, peering at the keypad.
"So. Do you think that there are going to be any crazy Indiana-Jones style traps that come out of the wall at us if we fail too many times?" she asked, peering at the keypad.
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Flynn hummed and tried a couple possibilities, chuckling a little when the lock made another rude noise. Cheeky thing.
"Worst coming to worst, the security subroutine will lock it down and we'll have to go looking for a master terminal to cancel the lock and try again.. actually a remote hack might be a good idea. Or I could peel this plate off with the right.. hmm..."
Welp, that settled it. He was probably going to be muttering over the door lock for hours. Flynn had done his share of encryption cracking, so there was a matter of professional pride involved. Really.
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She peered at it curiously. "And why is this a boring keypad? You would think, with us being in space, it would be something fancy, right? Like a retina scanner, or a handprint scanner. Or having to sing a song backwards. Heck, I have a code lock on my phone."
Maya settled a little more comfortably on the floor. This might take awhile, if Flynn was going to make it his personal crusade.
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"Nah.. DNA or retina scans can be fooled if you bring the person by, whereas you and I are stuck right now without the keypad. Simpler can be better."
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Why no, she was not taking any responsibility for any potential traps, even if it had been her idea to try to break into the Master's room in the first place.
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He fiddles with a wire, speculatively. The door chirped.. and then swung a blast door in place. Well. He was warm, at least.
"Eh, a little zap probably won't kill me."
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Oh, Kevin. You really had no idea, did you?
As for the blast door, Maya frowned. "Well. That was something special. That must be some crazy space porn stash he's hoarding!"
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He cackled a little at her conclusion about the space porn and tried again to joggle the right connector this time. The doors slid open, revealing a rather messy stateroom identical to everyone else's.
"After you."
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When the door opened, she grinned.
"Are you coming? I don't want to get stuck in there. Man, the state of the room doesn't surprise me much. I thought for the man in charge he'd have a nicer, bigger room."
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"It might not even be the right room.. but who knows? It's a space ship. Isn't space on board supposed to be at a premium? Something something rocket fuel?"
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At Flynn's discussion about it not being the right room and something something rocket fuel, Maya grinned.
"But Flynn, it puts the space ship in the rocket fuel! Besides, why would annoying PA guy be in a crappy run-down room, space premium or not?"
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The room itself looked pretty abandoned, though with things strewn about like it had been abandoned in haste. The open case in what looked like the main room argued the point-- there were clothes and a few other odds and ends thrown in haphazardly.
"I don't even," Flynn said mildly to Maya's comment, frowning as he examined the stuff. Packing meant there must have been some time to react to whatever had happened... had this been someone trying to flee whatever had rectified the crew?
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"Flynn, I don't like this," Maya murmured. "I don't think I want to look for creepy PA guy's space porn stash anymore."
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The place felt more than a little like a tomb, and brought to mind way too many memories of seeing resistance hideouts like this, half-packed and with the occupants already gone. At least here there weren't any signs of violence... but part of Flynn would have rather been crunching across voxels than this.
"Let's go see if anybody else stayed, huh?"
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"Okay. No ghosts," she murmured, more to herself than to Flynn.
Then she seemed to almost recenter herself and remember that he was there. "Good idea. We can't have been the only ones that stayed on board."
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Stranger than fiction, indeed.
"Lead on. That way I can insist it's all your fault," Flynn said, keeping his tone light, and motioning Maya to take point. Yup. Time to go.
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Hopefully Flynn liked burgers. Even if he didn't, he was going to be eating some now, especially if the way Maya was clinging to his arm and leading him away from the Master's creepy deserted bedroom was any indication.
Though really, that was probably for the best. There'd be plenty of opportunities to go on sneaking missions later.