voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 021

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Spring Cleaning

Chores aren’t for everyone. And, as the morning reaches a close, it turns out that they are especially not for wizards.

That is to say, someone may have cast a spell animating all of the mops, brooms and dishcloths on-board, which are now sweeping their way up and down the carriages, cleaning everything - and everyone - they can reach. And animating anything else they can find, for maximum efficiency. Books, clothing, cutlery-

This isn’t so bad in the bathrooms. In the library, however? The armory? Bang, and the dirt is gone.

Open Mic

The ground floor of the music carriage is usually a mess of instruments, but tonight they’ve all been tucked away neatly at one end of the room. Chairs from the upper floor have been carried down en masse, all facing towards the jukeboxes and screens at the other end.

You might not be entirely sure who rigged them for karaoke, but you know one thing: you’re here now, a drink in one hand and a list of popular (by someone’s standards) songs in the other. If people aren’t singing or waiting to sing, they’re cheering friends on, or skulking and trying everything in their power not to be called up, or even escaping upstairs to talk more comfortably.

’Til Death Do Us Part

The world of Abarranz is ruled by the Undying Lords, and has been for almost two thousand years. The civilisation has stagnated - not only due to the immortal council, but also because the majority of its citizens are undead. Some, the rich, the powerful, are able to undergo great rituals to maintain their consciousness and skill even in death; others are unfortunate enough to be dragged into death with neither, and exist as shells of themselves. The greatest necromancers of the planet are harnessing the death of a minor star in the system to fuel a mass conversion of the remaining populace, but the remaining living citizens are those who have already refused the change. Voidtreckers, they cannot resist alone.

Team One

Pockets of the living survive in hiding, but are split off from one another and unable to unify under the overwhelming forces surrounding their enclaves. This first team is tasked with clearing the mindless hordes threatening them, so that they might establish communications, venture out, and join the fight.

Team Two
The best way to escape the ritual is to remove the remaining living to another colony in the system - but the rituals and spells able to do so are all jealously guarded by the eternal council in their libraries and vaults. A viable target has been identified - the treasure rooms of the Viscount Eldermann holds a tome rumoured to contain a mass teleportation ritual. Infiltrating and securing this tome is this team’s task, and while the mission is possible, the traps and guards won’t make it easy.

Team Three
Even with these plans in motion, every second counts. This third team is given the role of saboteur - to interrupt, delay or otherwise slow the Grand Ritual of a Star’s Demise from within the stronghold of the Undying Lords. The dressing carriage - and their SCA wristbands - are at their disposal, the former for appropriate Abarranz costume and pallor, the latter to hide the telltale signs of life, should they have any.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Oh it has nothing to do with programming." He just feels like an Armand. The name sounds right, so that's who he is now.

And then she starts touching everything so she stands up, retrieves the spanner and hands it to her.

"There it is, now can you stop trampling through my very important workspace please?"

"Nope! Because I have to connect the power relays for waypoint B, or waypoint C doesn't get the signal."

That's probably the worst part. She isn't offended, annoyed, or even truly inconvenienced by what she's being told. She just wants to go about her business, and do what she needs to. Mission (and SCIENCE) trumps territorialism.

So she goes over to the power relays to check the readings and make sure they'll have enough without anything shutting down. "Hmmm... I'm going to need to boost this first."

Her little assistant bot, usually a chores robot, toddles up and beeps at her, asking if she wants it to get her anything. She doesn't commune with robots, but she does understand what the little beeps mean. "Yeah! Can you go get me some more of the batteries, Sandra?"

Sandra, is it? She watches the little robot toddle off after batteries before she turns back to the woman invading her space and takes a deep breath.

"Thank you, I'll take care of it." Now please leave is implied this time, but still there. She'd picked this spot for a reason, after all, and now of course everyone wants to talk to her.

"Armand is a little too busy electrocuting the undead to assist, I'm afraid, but perhaps Victor would be willing to lend a hand to boosting the available power." She'd miss Victor, but oh well, he wouldn't be the first she'd had to sacrifice for science.

"Otherwise I suppose I could offer it a little more power myself."

"You should keep doing what you're doing. It's more efficient if someone else handles this."

Entrapta, also well known as 'everyone'. Unless she was counting the zombies. She checks out all the settings while she's over there, running calculations in her head, and she thinks she has an idea but-

"I think if I switch the clamps to these two relays then we might be able to do it without sacrificing any equipment once the batteries get here. But that would require shutting down the defenses for about a minute. Do we have any Blue or Red team around? Or any of the Orange that's pretty good at fighting? I've not had a chance to build the combat model bot yet."

"Or, you could take my prior suggestion and leave the defenses in place. One small robot isn't going to be much of a loss and I can always build another one. Or do it myself." Like, you know, she wanted to do in the first place.

She sighs, though, with a shake of her head. Getting her hands dirty was not something she was looking forward to today, but...

"I suppose if you're so set on bloodletting and screaming, I could manage something."

"This will get the relays up faster. And it's just us over here. Better us dealing with it."

But man they could use a combat drone right now.

She slams her bug-shaped welder's mask down over her face and finds some tools to get to work. Sandra returns then with the batteries, glowing brightly in her pinchers, happily chirping to her mom that she retrieved them and sticking them in her overalls pocket.

And that seemingly being the end of the conversation, Tannis sighs once again and turns to her little squad of tiny death machines--or robots, whichever--and speaks to them out loud. Evidently that's not as weird as she thought.

"Well, friends, it appears we must save the day again. How exhausting. And somehow, simultaneously exciting."

"Don't worry, I'm good at multitasking. This will be quick. Three. Two. One. Go!"

Immediately she's reaching out for different tools, pulling wires, rearranging wires, moving a piece of equipment, installing the batteries, all with different tendrils of hair and her hands.

Sandra, in the meantime, toddles over to the entrance to pick up a manually sparking cable in her protected pinchers and start chasing after the first undead she sees. She's not inherently a protection bot, but she's a learning model. She saw Tannis's shock them, she can figure it out.

On go, Tannis' little posse of mechanical friends takes off toward the zombies while she watches from (relative) safety. She can always escape if she needs to, seeing as she hasn't seen any of the undead with wings. Yet. Actually, could she put wings on one of them? Would that even work? Would they figure out how to use them? She wouldn't even have to worry about whether they reject the transplant, they're already dead!

Oh, right, zombies.

She repairs what she can on the fly, surreptitiously manipulating the other machines and currents around her when she thought she wasn't being watched by anyone who would remember, but eventually she can't keep up with the damage.

"If you wouldn't mind, a little more of a hurry would be appreciated."

Test Drive Meme 021

Spring Cleaning

Open Mic

’Til Death Do Us Part

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