OOC: Okay, finally, you have made it through and you can officially get your equipment requisitioned for this mission. You have very little time, no time to stop and smell the air conditioner emissions.
Here is a recap as we begin the actual mission:
Intercom:
Welcome, Troubleshooters! You are in Briefing Room B-37F. The Computer is honoring you by allowing you to participate in a new service for the citizens of our glorious Complex. our calculations project that your service will increase happiness and efficiency across the complex. Your selection is evidence of The Computer's trust in you and appreciation of your value. In return, you wish to show The Computer your undivided loyalty, do you not?
Intercom:
As part of a special Troubleshooter team, you will serve complimentary beverages at least every 30 minutes to all citizens of RED Clearance or higher who have been waiting at a specified location, per experimental happiness regulatin PEC-V-9A-65992B. Your specified location is: [slight pause as you hear the distant sound of a file being accessed] Termination Center VWV-3C. The happiness of Alpha Complex's citizenry depends on you. Do not fail The Computer!
You are so anxious to serve the Computer faithfully that you run all the way back to Outfitting.
Since the first Outfitting officer was killed by an elicit laser blast, there is a new Outfitting guy here.
"Come on, come on," he says, trying to rush you through. "Here's your equipment all ready to go. This is for your services only. Don't drink it yourselves or you could be cited for an illegal act taking away the happiness of Alpha Complex be depriving clones of their Computer mandated drinks. Also," he says, as if anticipating the question and trying to put you through so he can get back to his vids, "PLC cannot provide weapons or armor for beverage dispensing missions. Any questions? No?" He obviously doesn't want questions.
Here is your equipment sitting neatly on the floor waiting for you:
Equipment List:
6 100-sheetpads of Form VWV/CL-TS-BBB/TC-1A, "Pleasant Experience Directive Beverage Service Tracking Statistics (To Be Verified Through Video Recordings)"
6 "Proudly Serving My Fellow Citizen" black pens with black ink
3 5-kilo cannisters powdered CoffeeLike (makes 75-100 servings)
1 case pseudolactate fungal residue (for the CoffeeLike)
3 5-kilo cannisters powdered TeaSir (makes 75-100 servings)
3 crates Bouncy Bubble Beverage canned sodas (72 cans/crate, 216 cans total)
500 foam cups
500 plastic stirrers
1 pair Snippies (small thread scissors)
2 PerkyLators (S5M impact damage) for CoffeeLike and TeaSir
2 red tablecloths
500 red napkins
2 drink carts
6 red "Happy Service!" aprons
6 red "How May I help You?" apron pins
1 red "Pleasant Experience Team Leader" chef's hat
"Oh," the PLC clerk says, "I almost forgot. Those over there," and he points to some crates, "are supplies assigned to you for your service services, a repair errand on behalf of an Internal Security firm called 'Better Endings.' That's all I know. Don't bother asking me about it." He turns back to his vid.
Service service equipment:
Service Service Equipment:
1 crate (200-count) New and Improved Fresh Orangelyke Fungal Blossom Scent Balls
1 plastic pouch of six number-2 (that is, teeny tiny) ball bearings
1 tube of SqueekyGate oil
1 stainless steel monkeywrench (S5K impact)
1 ten-centimeter half-round bastard file
1 box of 20 electroprod rubber handles
"To repeat," the clerk says, not looking up at you, "I know nothing and won't even speculate about whatever your required service service is. They'll probably tell you once you get to the Termination Center." And now he does look up, with a wicked sadistic grin, "...if you're lucky."
He looks at his own PDC and then back at you. "I hope you plan to get these things carted up and hurry. My clock says you're supposed to be at the Happy Homecoming Automated Euthanasia Center in VWV Sector in under 20 minutes. Navigating the winding maze of office hallways to get down there to the deepest sanctum of VWV Internal Security Headquarters will take at least 19 and a half minutes, assuming you even know where you're going. And security's tight, so I sure hope your records are clear and your not at all treasonous." He smiles wickedly again, as if wishing he could be there. "I heard about the...uh...mishap with the last Outfitting officer. Good luck."
This message was last edited by the GM at 21:53, Mon 26 Jan 2009.