You have been decanted.  Fresh out of the vat, you put on your new Troubleshooter uniform.  The Computer thanks you for turning in that traitor.  Too bad it led to your death.

You have been promoted to the rank of Security Clearance Red.  Your uniform reflects this.  It is red.  You can instantly tell anyone's security clearance at any time based on their uniforms.  (Security Clearance Transparent has been temporarily suspended.)

Shortly, the Computer will assign you a name.  If you have any suggestions in that regard, make sure to promptly apply for a name assignation by standing in the appropriate line and filling out all the forms in triplicate.
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As it happens, a blue level officer is asking for volunteers to test new military equipment.  He boasts that it will most likely lead to your honorable death.

Unfortunately, your chance to test military equipment on yourselves will have to wait.  You are sent back to your shift after a military accident halts further experimentation with the equipment.  You feel sorry for the REDs who lost their lives in that accident...but not really.

In fact, if it weren't for your shiny new red jumpsuit, you might almost think this was a day like any other in your life, here in DMM Sector.  After all, you're sitting at the same processing line you've always worked at in your service firm, alongside the same INFRAREDs you've always known.  And yet, it's not like any other day.  For one, the hint of jealousy in your coworkers' eyes is certainly new.  You wonder how long it will be before Your Friend The Computer asks you to heroically serve it and all Alpha Complex.

Suddenly the RED-Clearance supervisor for your shift appears, waving a small printout at you.  "Looks like our high and mighty Torubleshooter has to go have a mission," he says to the others.  "Don't worry. I'm sure the rest of us will enjoy making up the difference in today's quota."

Your hands tremble for just a moment as you take the printout and see the RED border around it.  This is it, Troubleshooter!  Your first mission assignment!

OOC: So far, you have not met each other.  You are about to meet each other after you leave your service firms for the mission.

You look at the mission assignment with shaking hands, nervousness and excitement flowing through your body all at once:

MISSION ASSIGNMENT ALERT MISSION ASSIGNMENT ALERT MISSION ASSIGN
rance RED Clearance RED Clearance RED Clearance RED Clearance RE

From: DMM Sector Troubleshooter Central
   To: bla...@RED.wqr.plc, 0...@RED.bok.armf, js...@RED.fcp.tech,
         l...@RED.uyt.cpu, os...@RED.bcw.rnd, z...@RED.bcw.hpd
Subj: Mission of utmost importance!
  Ref: GZCH-1756-CCJP-6823-PQME-2524-MMOW-5502


Congratulations, Troubleshooter! Your friend The Computer has
chosen you for an important and fun assignment carefully matched
to your recorded level of mission experience. You are to report
immediately to Transbot Tubeway Platform A8:C7:60:FF for
transport to Briefing Ro**CARRIER INTERRUPT PLEASE WAIT**ollowed
by escort to standard PLC outfitting. If there are optional
service firm services available after outfitting, you may be
required to volunteer for additional duties at this tim**CARRIER
INTERRUPT PLEASE WAIT**andard time to complete a mission of this
variety is 5 Hours 12 Minutes from time of mission alert
delivery. Upon completing your mission in the standard time,
report to Transbot Tubeway Platform B1:22:FF:C2 for transport to
debriefing, where you will provide a quantitative assessment of
your mission success.


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MISSION ASSIGNMENT ALERT MISSION ASSIGNMENT ALERT MISSION ASSIGN
rance RED Clearance RED Clearance RED Clearance RED Clearance RE

Over the intercom, you hear The Computer say to your shift supervisor, "Has your RED Clearance clone reported to duty yet?  I sense a deficiency in delay."

Your supervisor looks over at you and waves you on.  "Come on, now.  Get going.  You think you're so special now that you're a RED that you can make our friend The Computer wait?"

Without hesitation, Ginger runs off to Transbot Tubeway Platform A8:C7:60:FF.

CL bounds happily to the Transbot Tubeway Platform A8:C7:60:FF.
Lalalalalala
He stops and makes a squeak noise before running again.

Ginger greets CL and says, "How are you?  For some reason known only to the great and wise Computer, I have been assigned as Team Leader.  What is your position?"

CL waves and smiles, "Hi team leader, I'm the happiness officer. I'm sure the great computer made a wise decision as usual."

"You're the happiness officer?"
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"I'm the happiness officer assigned to the group." He says then squeaks as he turns to the voice.

"You're the happiness officer assigned to the group?"  She sighs.
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"Yup." He says and squeaks again.

"This is faboulous" Vicsis says appearing from behind the couple a small high tech recording device held to her eye. "Hello I'm Vicsis, recording officer...or officer recording...whatever floats your boat, please don't mind me, I'll just be capturing your every word to use later" She eyes CL up and down...

Dexter exits quickly to head to Transbot Tubeway Platform A8:C7:60:FF

Gunther-R gives his supervisor a scared look before bolting to the tubeway platform mentioned on his notice. He arrives a few minutes after those already here and it seems as though he has rolled the directions he was given into a tube and has started to chew on it. A quick glance will reveal the tell-tale strip of yellow denouncing that he has a registered mutation.

"Hi ya Vicsis." Remain happy, must remain happy, "Squeak."

Gunther takes a look at the assembly, scaning each person. He does a double-take when he sees Vicsis and heads straight to her. "Fancy contraption you have there, Mind if I take a look?" He asks, not quite but almost moving to grab the device being held to her eye.

"I wasn't- It was- oh, OK!"  Peter-R-WQR-1 giggles and quickly bolts for the door.

A few unaccounted for minutes later, Peter shows up at the meeting place.

"Are we all, (one, two, three, four, five, and me being six,) here?"

Peter-R squirts CL-R's immaculately clean jumpsuit top with Instant Cleans-O-Spray.  A few moments later, the wet spot on the jumpsuit starts attracting dirt, dust and particulate matter, darkening to a dingy and mottled red.

"He-he, oops!  You should take care of that soon."

Carefully distancing himself from the now improperly clad "Team Member", Peter-R introduces himself to the rest of the group.  "Hello, I'm Peter-R and I am to be your Hygiene Officer."

Rob hurries to the Transbot Tubeway Platform A8:C7:60:FF. Once there, Rob takes a look at CL's jumpsuit.

Rob turns to Peter and says "This is just like a scene from the vidshow MCG-U-VER-4!! That clone has an answer for everything!"

Ginger says, "An answer for EVERYTHING?"

"How many things?"

"How many things?"

Platform:  Tension Rating 4

You all gather around the platform.  This is the first time you have ever been able to use the platform!  You are so excited

As you talk, a small, tubby little robot rolls toward you and in a squeaky robot voice says, "Ah, you have all made it.  Prepare to go toward briefing.  My name is FJTUEIWOQP4858392.  Your transbot will be approaching shortly."

It then rolls toward CL and Vicsis.  "Oh, and by the way, these are for you...from Our Friend The Computer."  It hands them each an envelope.

"We shall have a pleasant trip when--"  An approaching sound interrupts it.  "Oh, here it is now.  How pleasantly perfectly on time."

A shiny new vehicle glides smoothly to a halt at your stop.  With a faint hum and swish, the glossy RED doors slide open invitingly.

"Now, if you will all just step aboard, we will enter the transbot," the robot says, and it starts to lead you inside.  However, you suddenly hear a terrible shriek of metal followed by a  squeal of overtaxed brakes.

The little robot, half in the transbot, screams out in a mechanical voice, "OH MY COMPUTER!!!"

Then you see a second transbot slam into the rear of the first one, knocking it end over end and throwing shards of glass and bits of metal--and your little robot friend--all around.  You barely manage to jump out of the way.  The first transbot tumbles to a hal, twisted and burning, a few dozen meters away.  The second transbot is now standing, more or less, at the platfom.  Though dented and missing its windows, it appears to still be functioning.  In fact, with a loud racthet and clank, the grungy RED doors grind open disconcertingly.

The little robot is laying in pieces.  Its tiny head repeats over and over, "...enter the transbot...enter the transbot...enter the transbot..."

Perversity points awarded:

Gunther seems to become more excited when the robot approaches them and starts talking. He even circles the group to get a better look at the robot, Vicsis and her gadget forgotten.

This of course means that he is that much closer to the crash when it happens. He flinches when the one transbot colides with the other but he is, for the most part, suprised that such a thing would happen around him. After a moment he recovers from the shock and runs to the aid of the failing robot, he holds it's hand (if it has one) for a moment before remembering that robots don't require those comforting gestures. He then takes a quick glimpse at the surroundings and asks "Cah angybo-ie deshyfer rovot phrograwing?" before he heads to the beat up transbot and looks for a console on the thing to interact with. "We'f gotta deshide wish wong to be royar tpo." he says, speaking around the orders still hanging in his mouth. In fact, it looks like he's chewing (One might say gnawing) on them more heavily now that he's in this situation.

Vicsis holds her camera away from the strange mutant man afraid that he might eat it. As the trains collide she looks up shocked for a moment but then takes the oppotunity to sneak towards the back while everyone else is distracted and opean her letter where no one can see...she gives CL, the only other person who got a letter, a scowl...why does he get a letter also...She reads it showing no emotion then steps back into the group.
"Forget the robot it's fine, lets get on this train it's as good as the other...I mean thier all on te same track anyways"

Laughing at his own misfourtune of being sprayed he tells himself to make sure Peter gets a happy death.

Always trying to be better that Vicsis, CL smiles back at Vicsis as she scowls at him, then gives a squeak before opening the letter and reading it. All the time with the thoughts of,
The computer likes me best, the computer likes me best, lalalalalalalalalalala…
Rolling through his head.
When Vicsis says the robot is fine, as CL gets in the train he says, "A credit says he isn't."

Peter-R goes over to the irreparably (or soon to be irreparably) damaged 'bot, "I'll see all, (one, two, three, four, five,) six of you inside in a moment, I'm just going to clean up."
Peter-R starts to pile up the 'bots remains.
"Um, I mean clean up this mess. Hehehe!"
FJTUEIWOQP4858392: "...enter the transbot..."
Peter-R: "...27..."
FJTUEIWOQP4858392: "...enter the transbot..."
Peter-R: "...28..."
FJTUEIWOQP4858392: "...enter the transbot..."
Peter-R: "...29..."
FJTUEIWOQP4858392: "...enter the transbot..."
Peter-R: "...30..."
FJTUEIWOQP4858392: "...enter the transbot..."
Peter-R: "...31..."
FJTUEIWOQP4858392: "...enter the transbot..."
Peter-R: "...32..."
FJTUEIWOQP4858392: "...enter the trans-" A horrible wrenching and screeching noise.
Peter-R: "...32 and a half."

Gunther runs over to hold the robot's hand, but it comes off as he holds it.  The hand has been torn off by the explosion, as have most of the other pieces.

Peter starts gathering the remains of the robot...and there are many...into a pile.  The red lights of the robot's eyes fade and go out, and it stops saying, "...enter the transbot..." at last, which is good, because it was getting annoying anyway.

Vicsis and CL open and read their letters.

Gunther finds no console to interact with.  The transbots are all remotely run by The Computer, who can obviously drive transbots with far more perfection than any human...or mutant...could.

Vicsis follows inside the transbot after CL
"I'm not betting nothing, one credit could almost buy me a chocoLike vita-yum meal substitute bar...does anyone else have a craving for one of those? But really if your soo concerned about that robot I'm sure somone can fix it...whose the tech officer, thiers always a techie on these things"
Vicsis scans the name badges
"Oh it's Rob...show us some of your skills Rob, hop out there and help gather all those parts that fell in front of the train, I'm positive the train won't leave until we have all the robot parts inside, you know how these things are"

Ginger says, "You know how these things are?"  She sighs.  "I think it's time to get on the transbot.  Yes, as team leader, I will get on the transbot."  She gets on the transbot.
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"I am postive it won't leave yet" Vixcis states matter of factly and then slaps Rob on the ass "Get out there and get to fixin good lookin, were never gonna get to the mission if we never leave the station"

Gunther doesn't rule out the fact that some fircely unhappy mutant could have sabotaged the transbot. Of course, there was very little chance that he would have found traces of such tampering due to the fact that there isn't an unhappy human in all of the complex. However, if ignorance is bliss then Gunther is reaching ecstatic as he quietly enters the transbot still holding the hand of the robot.

Rob walks over to the transbot to speak with Ginger. Arching his right eyebrow, he asks "Ginger, have you ever seen one MCG-U-VER-4 vid in which he didn't have an answer? Now would you like me to have a look at that bot and see what can be done with it?"

"No, that's alright.  This is not a technical issue, it is obviously one of cleaning."  Peter-R sorts the 'bot parts into usable and unusable, not surprisingly the usable parts is smaller than the unusable one.

A small chuckle escape Peter-R's lips as he slips into the transbot with Ginger-R.

"There is 745 broken parts and 135 not broken parts sir..."  Peter-R frowns and then giggles, "Err... ma'am?"

From above, you hear the booming voice of one of The Computer's speakers.  "Citizen, is there a transbot waiting for you?  If so, why have you not boarded the waiting transbot?"

Peter and Rob jump on the transbot, and it carries you away with a grinding of gears and a distinct smell of overheating machine oil.  You are alone in the transbot.  No other citizen seems to have dared enter the transbot after the accident.

The transbot interior looks like any bus or subway car.  Seats, handrails, loyalty posters--more seats--that's about it.

A minute or so into its journey the transbot enters a dark tunnel.

A few hundred yards into the tunnel, the vehicle grinds to a halt.  The lights go out.  A recorded voice says, "Attention, passengers.  The Computer's loyal servants in Central Processing have introduced schedule adjustments to improbe efficiency.  To this end, this vehicle will pause for two minutes before resuming its journey.  To conserve energy the lights will now be dimmed.  Do not be alarmed.  The lights will be turned on again when the journey resumes.

You are in pitch darkness.  You begin to wonder if you will be eaten by a gru.

"Whose hand is on my knee?  Oh, never mind.  That's mine."

"OOO trapped in a dark tunnel for two minutes, reminds me of some old boyfriends I used to have" Vixcis says sexily.

In the darkness, Rob whispers "Isn't this just like that scene on the vidshow 'When Good Bots Go Bad'? Those clones were stuck in there for hours!!! One of them just barely escaped being eaten by a gru!!"

CL huddles in the corner squeaking queitly to himself before saying, "Come on Vicsis, one credit says your eaten by a  gru."

Peter-R waits for the announced two minute "...178 seconds... ...179 seconds... ...120 seconds!" period before  saying, "That wasn't a very happy comment.  The lighting is all wrong and no one can see it happen."

You suddenly see the brief flash of a laser gun, but you don't know who fired it.


Gunther moans in pain.

90 seconds until lights go back on...89...88...
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Peter-R breaks out into hysterical laugher.  "We're going- We're going to- to- to-  die! Peter-R is going to kill- I mean Rob-R is going to kill us all."

Passing out some perversity points.  As  you can probably guess, active participation, roleplaying your tics, and trying to meet your goals (both for the computer and your secret society or other goals) help increase the points:

Rob speaks up regarding Peter's accusation, "Calm down Peter! That wasn't me who fired. Haven't you ever seen the vidshow 'Die Hard, Be Happy'? A clone made an accusation without checking the facts and was promptly terminated. I have some personality stabilizer tablets if you need one."

Ginger says, "I think I want to know what was on those secret notes.  Are you okay, Gunther?  Maybe you can attach that robot hand if yours gets blown off."  This last sentence is said with enough acerbic tone that you know she's not too fond of robots.
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"Silly Clone, if we knew what was on the notes, they wouldn't be secret, would they?"

Peter-R starts to clean the wound.

Gunther is shocked, but not suprised that someone was shot. He is suprised however, that it was he who was shot. He keeps his composure enough say "I don't think I'll be needing the hand, but my side sure does hurt a lot." His words aren't muffled this time, meaning that he probably dropped the paper. A moment later though, everyone can hear the sound of teeth solidly connecting with metal and what must be constant chewing noises. He seems to be gnawing on said robot hand.

It is still pitch black and you can't see anything.

A moment after Gunther says he's okay, you hear another laser go off and see a beam break the darkness.

75 seconds until lights come on...74...73...


If anyone else wants to do anything while it is pitch black and no one can see you, the clock is ticking.

You can also use perversity points as needed (except Gunther can't use them on himself).

Because something interesting is happening (and being Wounded affects what you can do in rounds), we will now proceed in "Rounds."

A round is not an exact measurement of time.  It is simply the amount of time it takes for your character to do something interesting.

In other words, everyone must say what they are doing the next ROUND.  After everyone says what they want to do, then I start rolling and things start happening.  Absence of more than a day means that you give up your right to do anything interesting that ROUND.

"Ho-ho-ho, wait! I'm not injured, why am I trying to clean my own wound?  Gunther-R, where are you?  Are you bleeding a lot?  Try not to stain anything."

Rob, reacting to the second burst of laser fire, says "No, no, no! This is not like 'When Good Bots Go Bad'. This is more like the 42nd episode of 'Ninja Warrior Bots' where that bot had to dodge laser fire to complete the course!"

PM

PM

Ginger says, "Gunther, are you sure you're okay?"

"Maybe he's dead.  Does anyone have the proper equipment with with to dispose of a body?"

"I've been better," says Gunther-R's voice from a lower altitude.
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"Make up your mind, Gunther-R. Are you dead or alive?"

He's perfectly fine, someones gun must have misfired, it's only a flesh wound" Vicsis assures from the darkness.

"At least he is dying happily."

"Yep," says Gunther through the pain, agreeing with CL.

Gunther's voice is coming from the ground.  It is obvious he is no longer standing.

Two lasers fire almost simultaneously from two different directions.
Vicsis cries out in surprise and pain in the darkness.
OOC>Remember, if you are using a mutation or anything else that requires a roll, please tell me how many, if any, Perversity points you are using.

lights on in 60...59...58...

"It is like that episode of 'Ninja Warrior Bots!'"
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PM

Vicis screams in the dark..."Somebody shot me!!...I'm too pretty to die...why computer...WHYYYYYIIIEEEEE!"
*Her screams suddenly cut off and she is heard falling to the floor*

Another burst of fire in the darkness shatters the darkness and breaks the chaos of everyone in the transbot car.

Rob grunts in pain, apparently hit very hard.

Vicsis seems to be unmoving on the floor.

Lights on in 45...44...43...

"Ha-ha-ha!  Two Clones have been shot! Who's going to clean this mess?!"

Ginger says in the darkness, "Will you please all stop shooting?  Shooting Troubleshooters is treason unless you have proof that you are shooting a traitor.  As team leader, I must demand order." *she sighs*
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PM

"At least we are all happy. And if you aren't, we could all sing the 'I am Happy' song."

Rob screams in the darkness, "I've been hit!! Aaaagggghhhh!! I don't recall anything like this ever happening to MCG-U-VER-4! This is more....like....the 154th...episode of...'Pitch Black Night Cycle' where all those mutant cockroaches were attacking and the clones couldn't see to save their boots!!"

Suddenly, the darkness is broken...because Peter's jumpsuit has caught on fire!  He is aflame in the middle of everyone...and wounded...and getting more wounded...

Time until lights come on:  30...29...28...

Peter-R starts rolling on the floor, laughing his backside off.

"Nothin makes me more happy than to know
That I have such a close friend the computer
To know that you're down for me is reassuring
It's the reason I'm always smilin' "

CL sings the happiness song as he avoids the fiery troubleshooter.

Ginger sighs.  She tries to pat the flames down off Peter but will not risk injury to herself.  "I know my friend The Computer will reward me for helping out a fellow Troubleshooter, and when I catch the traitor who dared do this, summary executions will be forthcoming."

Dexter helps pat the flames out.

Rob concurs with Ginger, "Yes!! Execute the traitor that's firing the pistol and starting fires!! I remember the 658th episode of 'No Remorse For The Terminated Mutants'. Well....it wasn't exactly like this but 97.53% of it was. I can't move! I've been maimed by that traitor's laser!"

CL helps pat the flames out, "But are you going to be happy if your are found as a traitor?"

"Ha!  Now I'm on fire and clones are hitting me!"

"I'm not hitting on you, Miss Peter, I'm trying to put out the fire."

Rob, responding to CL says "Found out as a traitor? I'm maimed and my pistol isn't loaded! This reminds me of the vidshow 'Trouble Shooters'. Rob starts to sing "Bad Clones Bad Clones whatcha going to do..." and then as the pain hits again "Aaagggghhhh I need a medic!".

"My pistol is loaded, but the power cell is at full." he says and shows the other troubleshooters the ammunition indicator at the side of his pistol as it shows 100%, "So, it wasn't me who shot the others."

"Hey, good idea, jackbot.  We should all show our pistol power levels and find out who's been shooting."

"Okay then, happily place your pistols on the table." He says and puts his on the table.