Kalos' Games #spacecopsic 7/22/2018

DiscoDude: ---BEGIN SESSION---
DiscoDude: Session logging commenced
Keith: "So... What is the plan now? Should we wait for Runi's return?"
Kalos: =====================================
Keith: "So... What is the plan now? Should we wait for Runi's return?"
Amoni Steeltower: "Well, a reply about the situation with Crozovis Government assisting us would be nice."
Amoni Steeltower: "But right now, yeah. We got waiting to do."
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni goes to check the dwindling distance they have to travel still until they reach Karia
Kalos: (as far as I know you didn't head to karia?)
Miri: "Anybody got a yo-yo? Because I feel like this is the part where I lean up against something and idly play with a yo-yo."
Amoni Steeltower: (I'd imagine we would of turned our butts to the coordinates the moment we got them)
Kalos: YOu begin to head to karia! roll navigation.
Amoni Steeltower: (Any bonus for the Navy giving us Coord's? lol)
Amoni Steeltower: /r 13
Amoni Steeltower: /groll 13
Amoni Steeltower: !groll 13
DiscoDude: <@Amoni Steeltower> rolled 11 (degree 2; success)
Amoni Steeltower: (I wasn't being serious by the by)
Kalos: The plot the course and...
Kalos: 2 minutes later, literally, you will be at your destination
Amoni Steeltower: "Heh, well I'm sure there's something to do at the station, perhaps we can get some answers?"
Keith: Keith starts humming the elevator song.
Amoni Steeltower: "I'm doubtful, buuuut ya never know."
Keith: "On the very least, at least we are not acting suspiscious"
Amoni Steeltower: "Mmm"
Adem Nineball: "I would be worried of whatever is in the planet sneaking into the station"
Kalos: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/99/59/ec/9959ec236db85d85f6d7b307267cbd1d.jpg
Amoni Steeltower: "No, they wouldn't bring people off planet. If its as bad as it sounds"
Amoni Steeltower: (My brains is allover the plave rn)
Kalos: Its a giant hollow cylinder, with 'spires' sticking out into the middle, surrounded by its own hyperdynamic fields... and holy hell the place is crowded
Kalos: Considering the size of the station, there is at least a good 3x the usual traffic you would think it would get.
Kalos: this isn't a relatively small one, only 7 km or so long
Kalos: Nothing like the titan that was Drusos (50km)
Amoni Steeltower: "And there she is..."
Amoni Steeltower: "Most certainly, she'll be harboring visitors"
Amoni Steeltower: "In addition to who ever already lives on it"
Adem Nineball: "Shit, this one is big" Adem whistles, places this big make you awe when you are seeing them from a ship that is already big.
Keith: "Not as big... For a station, that is."
Amoni Steeltower: "Well, lets go and park... this may take a while however"
Keith: "Please don't smash into the station..."
Amoni Steeltower: Does the equivalent of getting in the car lines to Didny Wurld
Keith: "If you need help, ask Rylex"
Keith: "He's paid for this, you know?"
Keith: "In fact, shouldn't he be in the co-pilot seat?"
Amoni Steeltower: "uhh..."
Amoni Steeltower: Looks around
Miri: "Anyone else starting to feel a little claustrophobic?"
Kalos: You get in the car line!... and request parking
Amoni Steeltower: (pfft)
Kalos: you have been placed in queue position #242. estimated wait time of 2 days.
Cyril: "Oh. Hmm."
Kalos: "If you would like to appeal for an emergency, please dial 6."
Amoni Steeltower: "Um, before we do that..."
Amoni Steeltower: to crew
Amoni Steeltower: "Assuming we do..."
Kalos: Rylex slowly makes himself found, in pajamas as usual- "You want me to actually do something?"
Kalos: "About time." he makes his way to the bridge and co-pilot seat.
Amoni Steeltower: "Heh, probably not the most thrilling thing you were expecting."
Amoni Steeltower: "So, does anyone have a halfway decent fib we could give them to park faster or are we going for the long hall here?"
Kalos: Rylex: "Are you kidding? I've never gotten to be in a real traffic jam before!"
Keith: "How long are we talking? twelve hours?"
Amoni Steeltower: "I think anythings better than 2 days"
Adem Nineball: Adem was already messing with his implant's games.
Kalos: station parking computer: "Your parking position is now: 241"
Cyril: "We don't really need to do anything at the station, do we?"
Amoni Steeltower: Shakes head
Keith: "We're gonna be in line for TWO DAYS?!"
Amoni Steeltower: "Were you not paying attention?..."
Amoni Steeltower: Shakes head more
Amoni Steeltower: "Well, we have no business there... and really we're waiting on a call back from Clairox"
Amoni Steeltower: "Or whoever, about getting help from, slash, helping the the planets Gov."
Amoni Steeltower: "Hell, maybe they may let us in!"
Adem Nineball: "Two Days? I hope you guys have some Multiplayer games...."
Amoni Steeltower: Eyes adem with the most 'seriously' gaze
Keith: "Well, good thing we got hydroponics up and running. We might even make a small buck by trading surplus produce for... Uh... Plant's nutrient."
Amoni Steeltower: "Ho-... Between ships?"
Kalos: The spectrum line protection begins april 16 btw.
Kalos:
Amoni Steeltower: "Whatever... We got 6 days, if it takes 2 for us to dock there we got 4 more before the race lets people in. Clairox said that negotiations with the Government will take a while."
Adem Nineball: "Wait, you mean setting up a shop here, in the waiting line?!"
Keith: "Yes! I can even cook decently!"
Amoni Steeltower: "So honestly, we got nothing to do until we hear back from Clairox really."
Amoni Steeltower: "In this current context"
Keith: "Besides, cooking and selling prepared meals, gives me something to do, if we are literally waiting two days."
Amoni Steeltower: Rolls eyes, goes back to 'piloting' the ship.
Keith: "So... Could I broadcast the message?"
Keith: (BRB)
Amoni Steeltower: "Sure, if you want can."
Kalos: technically speaking here in the waiting line, you are within the hyperdynamic fields
Kalos: so an open airlock doesn't vent.
Miri: "Oh my god." Miri sighs dramatically. "This is like the worst road trip ever."
Kalos: but this is a bit unorthodox, though not totally unheard of
Adem Nineball: "Keith, You never heard the concept of 'Don't invite strangers to your ship', haven't you?"
Keith: (Back)
Amoni Steeltower: "Hey, if we get anyone unsavory we can just kick'em back out the airlock."
Keith: "It is fine, they will take the food and eat on their own ship. Like one of those floating restaurants back in the day."
Kalos: you all get a buzz about now!
Adem Nineball: Adem Sighs, this will totally go fine. "...I'll take the Bodyguard job."
Amoni Steeltower: "Hrm, actually what time is it..."
Amoni Steeltower: Checks digital clock on hud
Kalos: Its a little runi-colored avali emoji holding up a piece of paper. you're getting a call
Amoni Steeltower: "Oh!"
Miri: "Pleeeeease let it be birdmom telling us we have express Spaceknight permission to jump the line..."
Kalos: (presumably someone picks up)
Miri: (obviously)
Miri: "Hello?"
Keith: Keith picks up, if- nevermind
Kalos: Runi's voice, all cheery "Good news everyone! They completely rejected the offer!"
Amoni Steeltower: "Well shit."
Miri: "...how is that good news."
Keith: "This means we get to do our way...?"
Kalos: "It isn't but it might be less bad if I say it like that."
Adem Nineball: "Does that means we can give Zero Fucks, and blow them to Jupiter?!"
Kalos: Runi: "Luckily we got to not tell them what your ship is"
Amoni Steeltower: "Oh good."
Miri: "Welp. It looks like we'll be doing this without any official support." Miri props her feet up on a seat.
Amoni Steeltower: "Well, currently we're in a line up to Karia station."
Amoni Steeltower: "Since the planets in Quarantine and all the jazz"
Keith: "I was about to literally set up shop..."
Kalos: Runi: "They weren't exactly the world's biggest fans of having foreign spies work on their soil for whatever this is."
Amoni Steeltower: "Eh, it was worth a shot, in my books"
Adem Nineball: "Well, what else is in your books, Amoni?"
Amoni Steeltower: "I
Amoni Steeltower: "I'd love to also consider jumping boarder, but its kind of hard when the boarder chops off your legs."
Kalos: Runi: "That's about all the news I had. ."
Amoni Steeltower: "Only way I can think of us landing is if we suddenly had a medical professional"
Amoni Steeltower: "And also a ship number change"
Miri: "Don't look at me! We've established I'm good at pretending to be people who break legs, not mend them."
Kalos: Runi: "Whatever your plan is, good luck. Try not to become prisoners of Horminis.~" she said with an eerie cheer.
Amoni Steeltower: "Will do!"
Keith: "We have a stealth-capable ship... We could go there... The plasma may give us away." Keith says to Amoni, before turning to Runi "What do you mean... Prisioner...?"
Kalos: "Anything else before I go?"
Keith: "Is there's any special treatment they give to prisioners?"
Kalos: "I mean, if you're caught by the government, you are literally there for espionage."
Kalos: "But don't worry, you don't know anything anyway."
Keith: "Gee, thanks."
Amoni Steeltower: "Yeah, that'll go smooth in torture."
Amoni Steeltower: "Heh."
Amoni Steeltower: "Also, yes we can become invisible to the ey, but scanners will pick us up."
Adem Nineball: "Yeah, Maybe setting up shop is the best course of action, as strange as it sounds."
Keith: "Don't we ALSO have a stealth hull?"
Amoni Steeltower: "And without Hyper jump capabilities we aren't getting to Crozovis anytime soon."
Amoni Steeltower: "Nope, that would have run WAY to many bells."
Keith: "Chamaleon plus stealth? you know? The good combo?"
Amoni Steeltower: "Have you seen stealth ships?"
Amoni Steeltower: "Like, those hulls are dead giveaways."
Keith: "Well then."
Kalos: "Later, kids." BIrdmom hangs up.
Keith: "Later mom."
Adem Nineball: "See you Miss Keith's Mother."
Amoni Steeltower: "Yeah its a good combo, but for keeping yourself under the radar to the public eye, no way was asking to get that on the ship."
Keith: "Well. If none of us decide on a plan other than docking on the station... I'll take the broadcast microphone and set up shop."
Amoni Steeltower: "... Hey, maybe also advertise we are look for a legitimate doctor."
Kalos: "You are now in position: 240."
Miri: "...shit. Torture?" Miri bites her thumb, wondering just what the hell they might do to her. Even if she's 98% prosthetics, those prosthetics are basically irreplaceable...
Amoni Steeltower: "If there's someone in line here who wasn't headed for Crozovis, they wouldn't know they are needed medical help."
Amoni Steeltower: "Just set that request up in the call. No bites, we can check the station."
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni slaps her forehead

"Ah, did Runi specifiy if they knew our names? I know or ships still unknown."
Amoni Steeltower: "Should have asked before she hung up..."
Kalos: (you CAN just call her.)
Amoni Steeltower: (Was about to say)
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni begins to set up another call to Runi
Amoni Steeltower: Rings up Runi
Keith: ( <@Kalos> what is the price of a regular meal? )
Kalos: (... maybe check biotech or UT.)
Kalos: Runi picks up after a couple seconds: "Did I forget something?"
Amoni Steeltower: "Heh, so they don't have the ship name, but what about our names?"
Amoni Steeltower: "Also faces."
Amoni Steeltower: "That would be good to know as well."
Kalos: "oh. No, we kept you secret."
Kalos: "at least on our end. I don't know about anything you might have done."
Amoni Steeltower: "Other than briefly bump into a naval vessel who promptly told us to turn around? Not much."
Kalos: "you told them you were tourists or something right? not spies?"
Miri: "Of course we told them we're spies," Miri says, rolling her eyes. "Of course we didn't tell them we're spies."
Kalos: "then you should be fine. But if you show up again real soon in the same ship they might get suspicious or something."
Amoni Steeltower: "How would 3 days sound?"
Keith: "Okay, I am thinking on a broadcast like this..."

Our ship has hydroponics and sufficient cooking instalations.
For those interested in a cooked meal- Either to break the monotony... Or for emergency sustenance...
Just ring up our ship, and we will provide a meal at starting the reasonable price of 3$ per serving! (Cooking and delivery times means it won't be ready very quickly, we do not have serving space for patrons, you will have to consume it in your ship)
Advanced dishes will cost extra!
Microalgae soup, on the other hand, has a -10% discount!

This is the possible ingredients, currently: [List of food growing on the hydroponics and in storage] ```
Amoni Steeltower: "And with a Medic."
Keith: "oh, hi mom, again."
Kalos: Runi: "should be fine..? and hi keith. I'm glad you get to live your dream of being a haute cuisine chef~"
Amoni Steeltower: "Thinking we may see if we can snag a professional at the station to get us in."
Amoni Steeltower: "Consensually."
Adem Nineball: "Just 3 Credits? Well damn, aren't we cheap."
Keith: "How about this...?"
``` "Greetings to all ships in line to the Karia station!
Our ship has hydroponics and sufficient cooking instalations.
For those interested in a cooked meal- Either to break the monotony... Or for emergency sustenance...
Just ring up our ship, and we will provide a meal at starting the reasonable price of 3$ per serving! (Cooking and delivery times means it won't be ready very quickly, we do not have serving space for patrons, you will have to consume it in your ship)
Advanced dishes will cost extra!
Microalgae soup, on the other hand, has a -10% discount!

This is the possible ingredients, currently: [List of food growing on the hydroponics and in storage]  

Also, is there any doctors waiting in line, just curiosity.```
Miri: "Wait, Keith, what are we doing. Are we...are we literally turning our ship into a *food truck* while we wait."
Amoni Steeltower: "Add 'professional' before doctors."
Keith: "Yes, that is the plan."
Miri: _looks like she's about to launch into a tirade about how it's the dumbest idea she's ever heard, but then sighs._
Amoni Steeltower: "May not make a huge difference from the random rif-rafs saying that they are, but worth a shot."
Adem Nineball: "Hey, Its better than *nothing.*"
Miri: "Fine, fine, Just be careful with the sea wriggler and `apples`. My sister taught me a few recipes, though I've never really had a chance to *use* them."
Miri: "Till now, I guess."
Miri: (for the record this sounds hilarious and i can't wait to see where this goes XD)
Miri: (the doubts Miri expresses are purely IC)
Amoni Steeltower: "Oh! Add that we *WILL* check for proper documentation."
Amoni Steeltower: "That should help thin out the *lazy* liers from the rest of the herd."
Keith: "Okay, and now?"

```  "Greetings to all ships in line to the Karia station!
Our ship has hydroponics and sufficient cooking instalations.
For those interested in a cooked meal- Either to break the monotony... Or for emergency sustenance...
Just ring up our ship, and we will provide a meal at starting the reasonable price of 3$ per serving! (Cooking and delivery times means it won't be ready very quickly, we do not have serving space for patrons, you will have to consume it in your ship)
Advanced dishes will cost extra!
Microalgae soup, on the other hand, has a -10% discount!
(We will need organic matter of the same weight as the meals to be used on the hydroponics as fertilizer... If you fail to provide so, we will have to charge an extra +100% to the meal price.)

This is the possible ingredients, currently: [List of food growing on the hydroponics and in storage]  

Also, is there any PROFESSIONAL doctors waiting in line, just curiosity. (We'd like to check for proper documentation, by the way.) ```
Amoni Steeltower: *Glances at the line they care about*

"Good"
Adem Nineball: *Adem skims over Ketih's proposed message* "...Wait, did I read that people are gonna have to *wait* for their food?"
Amoni Steeltower: *Gives thumbs up*
Keith: "Yes, Adem. Because no food happens instantly, despite how I have been pampering you all."
Adem Nineball: "Well, Screw the Bodyguard job, I'll help you prepare the dishes then."
Miri: "Got room for a sous-chef?"
Keith: "Hm, That will help people not be disgruntled at the service."
Keith: "Anyone who knows how to cook... may help."
Miri: "Oh *I* know what'll help them not be disgruntled."
Amoni Steeltower: "Don't look at me."
Kalos: "So, anything else before I hang up again? call me any time, though."
Miri: _snaps her fingers, and her outfit transforms into a sexy, highly revealing waitress costume._
Amoni Steeltower: "Oh yeah! We're all good here Runi."
Kalos: "within the next 3 hours if you want me specifically."
Miri: "*Damn* I love this suit!"
Amoni Steeltower: *Doesn't admit they forgot she was still on the call*
Kalos: she hangs up.
Amoni Steeltower: *Glances at Miri*
Adem Nineball: *"...Miri, No...?" There is some doubt, maybe her revealing suit could work!*
Miri: "Later, birdmom! Tell your friends about Keith's Hyperspace Cafeteria! The Restaurant in the Middle of the Universe!"
Keith: "That name could catch on..."
Amoni Steeltower: *Smirks*
Keith: _Keith begins to lean into the microphone "Any objections to the plan?"_
Amoni Steeltower: "heh, why not at the end of the universe?"
Miri: "'Cause this isn't the *end*, silly," Miri says with a wink.
Amoni Steeltower: "Nah, honestly this seems like our best shot with the doctor."
Amoni Steeltower: "And, I'll just let you guys do whatever."
Amoni Steeltower: "Within reason, of course."
Amoni Steeltower: *Goes back to the controls*
Adem Nineball: "Don't worry, I don't blow up kitchens, I just cut them up into sizable chunks."
Amoni Steeltower: "You better not even do that! I spent good money on this ship damnit! Haha!"

*Amoni smiles after her response, obviously understanding Adem was joking*
Keith: _ Keith cleas his throat, leans in and begins speaking, possibly having to make a public speaking roll... And sets the ship to record it, as well to broadcast it, just in case. _

``` "Greetings to all ships in line to the Karia station!
Our ship has hydroponics and sufficient cooking instalations.
For those interested in a cooked meal- Either to break the monotony... Or for emergency sustenance...
Just ring up our ship, and we will provide a meal at starting the reasonable price of 3$ per serving! (Cooking and delivery times means it won't be ready very quickly, we do not have serving space for patrons, you will have to consume it in your ship)
Advanced dishes will cost extra!
Microalgae soup, on the other hand, has a -10% discount!
(We will need organic matter of the same weight as the meals to be used on the hydroponics as fertilizer... If you fail to provide so, we will have to charge an extra +100% to the meal price.)

This is the possible ingredients, currently: [List of food growing on the hydroponics and in storage]  

Also, is there any PROFESSIONAL doctors waiting in line, just curiosity. (We'd like to check for proper documentation, by the way.)  

And remember! You will always find affordable prices at Keith's Hyperspace Cafeteria! The Restaurant in the Middle of the Universe!```
Miri: _fistpumps._
Keith: "Fingers crossed." Keith says, already directing himself to the kitchen
Amoni Steeltower: ( <@Kalos> waht roll does Keith need to make? If any?)
Kalos: (... got propaganda? lol
Miri: _follows. "Okay. I know a few tricks. Just think of me like your own personal Alton Brown, only for Chater produce, got it? A really rusty Alton Brown in a cute-ass dress."_
Adem Nineball: "I..wasn't joking, i *will* cut stuff if I'm left near my sword when cooking a particularly hard dish."
Keith: (No, but I have public speaking)
Kalos: `Defaults: IQ-5, Merchant-5, or
Psychology-4`  )
Amoni Steeltower: *Amoni stares at Adem now.*
Adem Nineball: "I was gonna ask you to keep it with you, in fact!!"
Amoni Steeltower: "And I spent good money on this ship."
Kalos: (hmm
Keith: ;_;
Kalos: (Actually)
Kalos: (public speaking at -2. should be charisma based)
Keith: (Okay, i'll roll public speaking at -2, let's hope I have luck left for the cooking rolls)
Miri: "You can use `apples` pretty much like Martian apples, but they're a bit denser and sweeter, so you'll want to adjust cook times...and any sugar you add to the recipe. Tildane Giftroot, likewise, is best used *sparingly* - it's *very, very sweet,* so you want to use just a tiny cube here and there for sweetening."
Keith: .ra 11 (public speaking-2)
Pseudobot: @<@!Keith>: Can't parse '11 (public speaking-2)'
Miri: (just !g 11)
Keith: (Please, don't extend my pain)
Amoni Steeltower: (lol)
Keith: !g 11
DiscoDude: <@Keith> rolled 14 (degree -3; failure)
Keith: luck
Amoni Steeltower: (!luck)
Amoni Steeltower: (lol)
Keith: !g 11
DiscoDude: <@Keith> rolled 13 (degree -2; failure)
Keith: !g 11
DiscoDude: <@Keith> rolled 14 (degree -3; failure)
Kalos: *the luck is taken*
Amoni Steeltower: (omfg)
Amoni Steeltower: (HAHAHA)
Kalos: *and it does not give succor*
Keith: (I am leaving)
Amoni Steeltower: "Here you want me to give it a try?"
Miri: "Let's see, what else did Dovelia say?...ah, right. Sea wriggler is a good source of protein and you can treat it like bacon or jerky in a lot of applications..."
Amoni Steeltower: "You're sounding raspy Keith."
Amoni Steeltower: (Pub Speaking at -2)
Kalos: Keith stutters... and sounds rather unconvincing, almost suspicious even
Miri: (hey, might Fast Talk work, come to think of it?)
Kalos: (perhaps at -4)
Amoni Steeltower: *Amoni goes up to the recording device, letting Ry take the controls*
Miri: (that or Acting)
Kalos: (same on acting)
Amoni Steeltower: !Groll 11
DiscoDude: <@Amoni Steeltower> rolled 12 (degree -1; failure)
Kalos: Amoni attempt to cover. And maybe, just maybe somehow makes it sound just as unsavory a deli
Amoni Steeltower: "Eh, I could tell that wasn't my best. Hrm, Miri?"
Amoni Steeltower: (Can we decidea t the end which recording we use?)
Miri: "Here, let me try. *Mi mi mi miiii~*"
Miri: !g 10 (Acting - 4)
DiscoDude: <@Miri> rolled 5 (degree 5; success)
Kalos: (i'm pretty sure keith already broadcasted)
Miri: (KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATSU)
Amoni Steeltower: (OMFGF)
-
Amoni Steeltower: (DF)_AIWF)(AMK:LCVHFICFAK:L)
Kalos: However, Miri is a savior
Kalos: and has enough MOS to cancel all thos MoF
Cyril: (lmfao nice)
Miri: _winks at the others. "Looks like I'm officially the voice of this operation."_
Kalos: slowly, over the next 20 minutes or so some small shuttles begin to fly on over...
Kalos: and start making requests to dock onto this ship
Amoni Steeltower: "Heh, well you best get busy cooks!"
Miri: "Paydirt."
Kalos: ...do you even have a place to host them?
Miri: (that was part of the message!)
Amoni Steeltower: (We give the food to them on there ships)
Miri: (we don't! we're strictly a takeout setup!)
Kalos: (ah)
Amoni Steeltower: (Check the message)
Amoni Steeltower: (no docking, drive by)
Adem Nineball: "Oh...shit, shit shit shit that may have been *too good.*"
Miri: _puts her hands on her hips and cackles. "Worship me, peasants!" she declares, channeling her best Elcidit impersonation._
Keith: "Did you record it? We could use that for posterity..."
Kalos: Okay so to be clear-
Kalos: you want takeout calls
Miri: "Totally did, yo."
Kalos: roll cooking, whoever is the head chef! others roll assistance rolls first!
Keith: I have 12 cooking
Keith: anybody higher?
Adem Nineball: 11
Adem Nineball: So i roll first?
Miri: _isn't about to risk screwing up the kitchen after doing so well with the pitch. She leaves that to Keith and Adem and whoever else wants to prep food; she'll have the job of handing customers their food and giving them an eyeful._
Miri: ...of her, not the food.
Keith: Assistants roll first, but we must figure out the chef first
Keith: <@!Cyril> , you got loads of IQ, you can probably surpass Keith on default, wanna try?
Cyril: (With cooking being IQ-based I have 10 default lol)
Keith: <@!Cyril> , use housekeeping default
Cyril: (It's the same either way. IQ and housekeeping are 15, cooking is either of those -5.)
Amoni Steeltower: (omg, that would be adorable seeing Cyril be a cooks assistant)
Amoni Steeltower: (Tiny Taur)
Cyril: (Unless like, acute taste&smell and weird alien chemical sense gives a bonus lol)
Keith: (probably not)
Cyril: (It just means cyril knows when someone forgot the paprika)
Adem Nineball: (Tiny Taur, Murderous Man & Boy Toy in: HELL'S KITCHEN....*IN SPACE!*)
Keith: <@!Adem Nineball> , you may roll, if you succeed, you give me a +1, if you fail, I get a -1
Adem Nineball: !g 11 (cooking)
DiscoDude: <@Adem Nineball> rolled 13 (degree -2; failure)
Adem Nineball: ``ow``
Miri: (serious question)
Amoni Steeltower: (So 11 and 11?)
Miri: (if you peeps screw up in the kitchen can Miri use her sex appeal to cover for that)
Keith: Please.
Keith: Dice gods
Miri: ("the food is shit but the waitress is hot so all told i'd eat there again")
Cyril: (the only limit is your ingenuity)
Keith: Don't do this to me
Amoni Steeltower: (Heh, Hooters-like establishment.)
Keith: Have I not suffered enough?
Amoni Steeltower: (I read 'there' as 'her')
Kalos: (hm)
Amoni Steeltower: (omg)
Kalos: (actually)
Kalos: (every +2 in acute taste/smell can give a +1)
Cyril: (Oh so my cooking is at 11 now nice)
Amoni Steeltower: (Three cooks??)
Cyril: (The chemical sense is basically just "can taste with hands" lmao)
Miri: (you know what they say about cooks and broth)
Keith: <@!Cyril> , the odds are better than 50/50, if you assist me, maybe I can make it
Cyril: .ra 11
Pseudobot: <@!Cyril> Rolled against 11. Result: [3,4,3] = 10. Margin of Success: 1. Success
Adem Nineball: (Wait wha, Base is ten, right? i have 12 in Taste AND Smell)
Keith: I am back at 12
Kalos: (increased perception isn't the same~)
Kalos: (specifically, acute taste/smell!
Kalos: (so underused, as it is)
Kalos: Distinctive taste/smell will give +2.)
Adem Nineball: (Oh)
Keith: Okay. everyone. I don't have luck, and my skill is at 12... And Keith is... Known to fuck up in the dice
Keith: Make your prayers now
Adem Nineball: (Just roll, Man!)
Keith: !groll 12
DiscoDude: <@Keith> rolled 11 (degree 1; success)
Keith: This is actual cooking roll. Not housekeeping.
Keith: I actually succeed on a roll
Keith: Finally
Adem Nineball: LETS GO SUPER SENTAI KITCHEN SQUAD
Kalos: THe food's pretty good. Miri, gonna work that sex appeal?
Miri: (righto. Will acting work?)
Kalos: hm. at -3.
Kalos: Cha-3 or acting -3
Amoni Steeltower: (Don't you have sex appeal tho?)
Amoni Steeltower: (Or am i thinking of Keith 🤔 )
Miri: (ain't on my sheet but you'd think!)
Miri: !g 11
DiscoDude: <@Miri> rolled 16 (degree -5; failure)
Miri: (BY THE EXACT DEGREE I WON MY LAST ROLL NO LESS)
Kalos: got luck?
Kalos: Miri, a bit too much on her high from having gained so many callers, kind of overdoes the whole 'tits in your face' part of trying to make sales.
Amoni Steeltower: (Ohno)
Amoni Steeltower: (To much boobage in face)
Amoni Steeltower: (They thought this was a family friendly establishment)
Keith: (Keith do have sex appeal)
Miri: (no luck, sadly)
Keith: (Sorry... I used mine)
Kalos: In short, you can very well continue to spend the next two days being a mediocre food truck
Keith: (That sells meals for half the normal price, as long as people can give back organic trash to feed the hydroponics)
Amoni Steeltower: (Whats the situation for the Medic request?)
Kalos: as for medic
Amoni Steeltower: (Anyone legitimate?)
Kalos: No one in line replied except someone trying to skip ahead in line
Kalos: but was a sham
Kalos: and eek out +800$ total, accounting for remplacements and all that.
Kalos: the hydroponics needing some time to recouperate
Kalos: "You are now in: parking slot, Number two." comes ringing in some time next morning
Keith: May I interject?
Kalos: oi?
Amoni Steeltower: (brb)
Keith: We run out of ingredients, I assume?
Kalos: yea.
Keith: "Miri, we are out of ingredients. Go do the Microphone and broadcast that 'We are no longer able to provide meals with our own ingredients, but we will cook any ingredient you are able to provide, into a meal. The prices remain the same, and the requirement for organic fertilizer has been dropped.'... Or something like that, give your spin on it, if you will."
Keith: ( <@Kalos> that's pretty much it, as long as <@!Miri> is willing to do it )
Cyril: (pfff, this is becoming a strange restaurant)
Kalos: "here I have brought some wooden logs. you cook these right?" )
Keith: ( "If you eat them, we may work something out." )
Miri: _clears her throat._
Amoni Steeltower: (lol)
Amoni Steeltower: (also back)
Amoni Steeltower: (COMEON MIRI)
Amoni Steeltower: (If need be Amoni can take a swing at it again)
Miri: `"Attention, loyal patrons of Keith's Hyperspace Cafeteria, The Restaurant in the Middle of the Universe! We greatly appreciate the business we've gotten over these past two splendid days! However, we are officially out of stock on all of our all-natural homegrown hydroponic ingredients! As such, our menu is changing to a 'potluck' approach! If you have ingredients but no onboard cooking facilities, you're in luck! For our usual reasonable fees, we'll take your ingredients and cook them to order! Again, this is Keith's Hyperspace Cafeteria, The Restaurant in the Middle of the Universe, signing off!"`
Amoni Steeltower: (Does Miri need tor oll?)
Kalos: give it a whirl)
Miri: (roll Acting again, at -4?)
Keith: (Yes... I think?)
Kalos: (mhm)
Miri: !g 10
DiscoDude: <@Miri> rolled 11 (degree -1; failure)
Kalos: due to the somehwat odd nature of the requests... you don't get any customers. last time very few brought organic material anyway
Amoni Steeltower: (A shoot I missed that)
Amoni Steeltower: (I would have offered Amoni to try)
Miri: "Well, I'm out of ideas, then," Miri says, switching back to her default costume.
Amoni Steeltower: (Back, but distracted slightly)
Keith: "It is fine. If people have ingredients... Then at least they won't starve."
Adem Nineball: *Adem is counting the cash, or so he would but cash in intangible here.* "Fuck yeah, 800 Wuulongs for us!"
Amoni Steeltower: (Spacebucks)
Kalos: (80000 woolongs)
Amoni Steeltower: (lol)
Keith: "We can probably buy some very cheap organic trash from the station anyways."
Amoni Steeltower: (I assume we time skipped our way thru?)
Keith: "no, Woolongs is a 1/100 of a spacebuck, we got... ug... 80000 of those?"
Kalos: ======================================
"You are now in: parking slot, Number two." comes ringing in some time next morning
Amoni Steeltower: *Amoni, with coffee in hand, walks in to the cockpit as they hear this*
Kalos: Rylex: "ten out of ten never want to do this again."
Miri: "Well, this wasn't as bad a road trip as I was thinking it'd be," Miri says with a smirk.
Amoni Steeltower: "heh, sorry Ry"
Keith: "We need to work out on our foodtruck front, but it wasn't too bad."
Amoni Steeltower: "Oh yeah, saw you guys bustling around a lot. How'd that end up going?"
Keith: <@Kalos> , there's a problem with 800$
Keith: it is not divisible by 3 or 6, and that means-
Keith: oh wait
Keith: `Advanced dishes will cost extra!`
Amoni Steeltower: "You were all to busy for me to chat with most of the time."
Keith: Nevermind
Miri: "Heh, sorry. It was kinda fun, though."
Keith: "We got 800 spacebucks. Most people didn't have organic trash to feed back into our food cycle."
Keith: "We will have to buy organic trash from the station to create a food buffer again. but that should be fine."
Amoni Steeltower: "Heh, well glad you guys got something out of it."
Adem Nineball: "Well, we still made profit, didn't we? I *could* get behind this, to be honest!"
Amoni Steeltower: "Pffft"
Kalos: the perfect utilization of this chameleon-cloaked spy ship
Kalos: if only any of you were actually good at cooking
Amoni Steeltower: "Leave the spy work and espionage behind... become the universes best space food truck."
Keith: Hey! 12 cooking is PROFESSIONAL LEVEL
Miri: "Hey, just you wait. I'm gonna binge a *marathon* of Good Eats once I get an opportunity and I'm gonna make my big sis *proud.*"
Keith: Keith is good at cooking, hmph
Keith: "We got a nifty profit. If we fail to do recover the organic balance, however... I fear we might all have to eat microalgae soup."
Keith: <:go_go:279152078750875651> <:go_go:279152078750875651> <:go_go:279152078750875651> <:go_go:279152078750875651> <:go_go:279152078750875651> <:go_go:279152078750875651> <:go_go:279152078750875651>
Adem Nineball: *"..."*
Keith: "it is probably fine."
Amoni Steeltower: "I'm sure the Station will be willing to give us there organic waste"
Miri: "...hey, I'll just hack my tastebuds and make it taste like cream soda if I have to."
Amoni Steeltower: "Anyways, prepare for docking."
Keith: "That sounds lewd."
Kalos: Rylex brings it down slowly- "Wait what?"
Amoni Steeltower: "Isn't that the correct term?"
Keith: "I am an adult, I swear."
Amoni Steeltower: "Oh my god you guys."
Keith: "Also, we're just N#2. no need to be hasty."
Adem Nineball: "One of the few times I would actually have mechanical taste buds."
Kalos: Rylex: "Actually number one was a minute ago."
Kalos: he touches down onto a small landing pad just barely fitting the spaceship within it
Keith: "Oh. Derp."
Kalos: the ship momentarily rocking on suspension... and that's it. 'Its docked.'
Amoni Steeltower: "Alright, well main objective is trying to locate a medical professional"
Kalos: .r
Pseudobot: <@!Kalos> Rolled 3d. Result: (3+2+3) = 8
Kalos: the ship does not blow up
Amoni Steeltower: "Once we do..."
Amoni Steeltower: "We'll get ready to head to the planet"
Amoni Steeltower: "Lets try not to doddle, we have four days until the race starts letting people in... However they may achieve that."
Keith: "Yeah, they may have a deal with the government."
Amoni Steeltower: "I have a sneaking feeling they got a plan for them..."
Kalos: its now April 12th, 2447
Keith: "We should report to Runi, even if these two days were a mere footnote."
Amoni Steeltower: "Oh yeah, you want to call Operations?"
Amoni Steeltower: "...isn't that there official name?"
Amoni Steeltower: "Since its not just Runi anymore."
Keith: "Names, names, names... I'll just say 'I am calling 'dem parents'." Keith says, before dialing to the 'parents'.
Kalos: Varen is on the other side

"Hello agents."
Adem Nineball: "What a happy family we are, aren't we?"
Kalos: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/404405245532307466/465209050339082240/unknown.png
Kalos: Sitting at what is essentially a cubicle. (octogonacle..)
Keith: "Hello second mom." Keith says, mischeviously "we just wanted to report that we docked without a problem..."
Amoni Steeltower: "Hello Varen"

*Curt nod*
Miri: _half-waves, half-salutes._
Keith: "Also, we made 800$ profit while we... uh... disguised... as a food truck. But we now will need to purchase organic waste to make up for the loss of material."
Keith: "Nothing new on your side, I assume?'
Kalos: "This is good to hear. We have no real news to report. There is some evidence Valiant is being hired, along with Dauntless and a couple other large PMCs."
Kalos: "they just cleared out the next week on their booking schedules."
Amoni Steeltower: "What about from Crozovis?"
Kalos: "not all at once, and we don't know who the buyer is."
Kalos: "What about Crozovis?"
Amoni Steeltower: "Whats the plague situation looking like? Anything suspicious? I guess?"
Keith: "Is the quarantine being publicly... you know?"
Kalos: "the quarantine appears fake, the papers don't stand up to detailed scrutiny by experts."
Amoni Steeltower: "Hrmm... are they still allowing medical officals entry?"
Keith: "Getting a real doctor might not allow us any entry..."
Kalos: "it seems they still allow medical ships, but no more information can be gleaned, the planet is also largely shut off from the hypernet except through the militairy."
Miri: "Well doesn't all *that* sound suspicious."
Amoni Steeltower: "I beginning to wondering just how far the lines control is."
Amoni Steeltower: "What I'm suggesting is, maybe they requested the Government of Crozovis to set up this 'Quarantine' "
Adem Nineball: "...Do you think they will do something like Carmaggedon, but with zombies? That sounds like a fun thing to watch!"
Keith: "But real doctors are being allowed inside... **WHY**?"
Amoni Steeltower: "To keep up the act."
Kalos: "real doctors that we don't hear from again."
Amoni Steeltower: "...what?"
Amoni Steeltower: "Well, hrmmm."
Amoni Steeltower: "If they wanted to keep this act up, they wouldn't let anyone off planet."
Miri: "Yeah."
Amoni Steeltower: "Until they determined a vaccine or a cure."
Kalos: Varen glances aside once. "I do not think this is correct Amoni, that the  quarantine is on the spectrum line's request. but.. it can be possible."
Keith: "Better idea: Make sure the doctors don't seem to disappear."
Amoni Steeltower: "I wonder if the Line is holding Crozovis hostage?
Amoni Steeltower: "Maybe the set this Plague up?"
Keith: "You forget one thing. The line..."
Keith: "The line craves to set up shop where atrocities exist, but does not create them."
Kalos: "Though if this is all the case, then we have to say the PMC companies being hired nearly at the same time is a coincidence, or merely reinforcements."
Amoni Steeltower: "Hrmm, well regardless how the Line will breach the Hyperfield Shell will prove interesting."
Amoni Steeltower: (Is there tech that can spearhead through Hyperfields?)
Keith: "Speaking of that... Do you have any idea as to how we can land on the planet, if we fail to be allowed inside?"
Amoni Steeltower: "Other than obtain a medic?"
Amoni Steeltower: "Or a few."
Keith: "Not to do our job or anything... Just... Feel free to speak your mind, second mom."
Amoni Steeltower: "One should be enough I imagine."
Kalos: "Perhaps you can smuggle yourselves aboard a hospital ship."
Keith: "That's... A smart plan..."
Kalos: (any ship can go through hyperdynamic fields... just slowly.)
Amoni Steeltower: (But not get effected by them)
Kalos: (and obvious enough to be shot by the blockade unless perhaps stealth hull and chameleon)
Amoni Steeltower: (I mean)
Amoni Steeltower: (Like, tear there own personal bubble and continue normally)
Kalos: (no, there's no way to go through ignoring the field. its equivalent to asking 'is there a way to float a boat across an empty pool' )
Amoni Steeltower: (Okay, well there goes my one guess.)
Amoni Steeltower: "Its a smart plan, if we can find a Hospital ship heading into Crozovis."
Amoni Steeltower: "We can do some searching while on Karia"
Keith: "Cyril may be able to work on that as well... I will help as well- After I deal with the organic waste refil"
Cyril: (I'm still wondering how hard it would be to forge credentials and pose as doctors)
Cyril: (We'd get more information, probably)
Amoni Steeltower: (For sure)
Amoni Steeltower: (May even help us board any theoretical Hospital ships)
Cyril: (Maybe we could just get medical supplies and official-looking clothes and show up at a bigger ship heading to the planet, we can pretend there's problems with the registration computers, they probably won't turn away more help :B )
Keith: (We will probably need fake credentials. And may even need to assume jobs within the ships.)
Keith: (But that's doable)
Keith: (We'll see what opportunity arises)
Keith: (And adapt to them)
Amoni Steeltower: "Theres also impersonating as a medical professional, so we got that to consider."
Amoni Steeltower: "We have options, and four days time."
Keith: "Not as much time as we think."
Amoni Steeltower: "No, not in the slightest."
Keith: "We need time to act planetside as well."
Kalos: If you want to try to find a hospital ship, research and similar rolls are due.
Amoni Steeltower: "Yes, I figure a day tops *may* be enough to get something done"
Amoni Steeltower: "Anyways, I think thats about it Varen?"
Amoni Steeltower: *Looks around at crew*
Keith: "Yes... Second mom, thanks for your wise words... I think we will be on our way now"
Keith: *"Also, while you guys research, I will deal with the organic waste problem real quick"*
(Kalos, do I need to roll for that, or is it part of the usual facilities, for the food trucks out there and the like?)
Adem Nineball: *Adem is still.... Uh, looking at the space bucks number.*
Amoni Steeltower: "Cyril?"
Amoni Steeltower: "I think you may be the best qualified for searching for this information."
Kalos: (what?)
Cyril: (I'm not totally clear what I'm searching for)
Kalos: (uh, hyrdoponics materials is easy to find)
Kalos: (half price of the blocks of food in spaceships)
Amoni Steeltower: (Cyril: Looking for Hospital ships in the station/docking with the station today or tomorrow and propmtly headed to Crozovis)
Cyril: Ah okay
Cyril: I'll try to find larger medical ships leaving for the planet in the next few days, so we might be able to blend in with the crowd on board easier
Cyril: Research is 15, is this a secret roll or not?
Kalos: (ill roll in secret.)
Kalos: (shall I?)
Cyril: (Yeah)
Cyril: _makes spacegoogling face_
Keith: ( <@Kalos> derp. I found a thing in the spaceships 2 (the one with cargo and passangers), page 37 lists "scrap, junk, waste products" as $100 a ton. and since our hydro are hooked to the life support system, it should be able to take literal shit and turn into food. )
(also... How much tons of food did we actually sell?)
Kalos: (i'll say... .1 tons)
Kalos: (THATS LOTS)
Kalos: hey vox
Kalos: did you have luck
Cyril: Yes
Keith: Vox actually have luck, and didn't use it yet
Kalos: do you want me to use it?
Keith: _Keith purchases... One ton of shit. Reducing profits from $800 to $700... He's a great investor, I swear!_
Cyril: Uhhh, yes :B
Kalos: succor it provides
Keith: "Hey, Amoni, I am literally buying a ton of crap, it will cost us 100$, do you allow the transaction?" <@!Amoni Steeltower>
Amoni Steeltower: *smh*
Amoni Steeltower: "Yes."
Miri: ("HOLY SHIT I DIDN'T REALIZE THIS WAS THE KIND OF ORGANIC WASTE YOU HAD IN MIND")
Miri: ("LITERAL FUCKING CRAP? WHATEVER HAPPENED TO GOOD OLD-FASHIONED NATURAL COMPOST?")
Keith: _Keith makes the purchase._
Amoni Steeltower: "Its either that or we can start getting real cozy with Laxatives."
Amoni Steeltower: (sorry not sorry)
Miri: (XD)
Cyril: "There's two ships. One is *on the way now* and we'd have to intercept it, the other will be here in around a day."
Keith: "Not even that, Amoni. Because everything that comes out... Must go back in... That didn't come out sounding very nice."
Miri: (in all seriousness Miri is not going to take the crap well)
Keith: "Oh shit..."
Kalos: (well, manure *is* fertilizer... )
Amoni Steeltower: "How soon is now?"
Cyril: "They'll be reaching the planet in a few hours."
Keith: "We probably have a chance of loading the shit into the ship before we depart, right? We might need the help of all able-bodied crew..."
Amoni Steeltower: "Oh! Sorry I interpreted that as coming to the station."
Keith: ( Am I evil yet?)
Amoni Steeltower: "My bad."
Keith: ( <@!Miri> , <@!Adem Nineball> , any reaction yet from Keith's last sentence? )
Miri: (wait, is Miri with them right now?)
Keith: (Radio)
Miri: (well, i guess those parenthetical lines are official now XD)
Adem Nineball: *"Wait what."*
Miri: ***"UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH."***
Miri: "Okay. I can just disable my smell *and* taste receptors and turn my biosuit *full hazmat.*"
Miri: "But I am *not* happy with this, do you hear me?"
Adem Nineball: "Keith.....Was it really necessary to buy shit? I might have to do the same, Miri."
Amoni Steeltower: "We need it for Hydroponics"
Keith: "Our hydroponis runs on shit. What do you think we do with our poop?"
Keith: "It is going to be fffiiine... it is just one ton. We can do it! Also, we have suits that will block the smell and any germ."
Kalos: Welcome to a farm! )
Kalos: (also, its almost certainly engineered in a way so that you're not directly exposed to it!)
Keith: (I don't think there are rules for loading cargo onto ship. so, I assume we are in luck and we just do it quickly enough?)
Kalos: (that'd be terrible)
Amoni Steeltower: (goddamnit kalos)
Amoni Steeltower: (lol)
Amoni Steeltower: "Alright, so I guess we have until tomorrow to catch our ship."
Amoni Steeltower: "I don't think they'd take kindly to us boarding them mid flight."
Keith: "Not tomorrow, a few hours..."
Keith: "Oh, you mean the other one?"
Kalos: (the hydroponics 'fuel' will take 30 minutes to get here and be loaded.)
Kalos: I mean in flight is the only way you can board them
Kalos: they sure aint stopping here
Amoni Steeltower: "Yeah, the current one is HEADED to the planet. Its in transit... If I got the right?"
Kalos: Correct.  It's nowhere near the system right now either.
Kalos: its hard to get across just how *fast* your hyperdrives are
Kalos: they cross the galaxy in a month
Kalos: rim to rim
Kalos: one minute gets you to alpha centauri
Keith: "We can catch the first one, we can probably load this all in 30 minutes! Come on **Rylex**, you are on shit duty as well!"
Keith: "Set your biosuit to full coverage and come with us!"
Amoni Steeltower: *Amoni activates her anti-shit suit*
Keith: _Keith's suit is probably on full-coverage now_
Kalos: rylex awakens from his seat: "Wwait what the hell do you want me to do now?"
Kalos: Rylex: "Handling literal shit isn't in *either* of my job descriptions man!"
Keith: "Pleeease... That shit will turn into your breakfast... If you do it, I'll let you... Uh... Lemme PM you..."
Adem Nineball: *Adem runs away to his bedroom, to hell with handling shit!*
Kalos: "What do you need me to do?"
Amoni Steeltower: *Amoni shakes her head*
Amoni Steeltower: "Come on, the sooner we do this the sooner its done."
Keith: "Help carry boxes of shit. With the rest of the crew. If we do this quickly enough we can catch up to the hospital ship and board it."
Amoni Steeltower: "No, Keith."
Keith: "Also, someone bring Adem out of his bedroom."
Amoni Steeltower: "The next ship is docking tomorrow."
Amoni Steeltower: "The other one just left."
Keith: [Snip out of existance]
Amoni Steeltower: "And we're not boarding aship in transit."
Kalos: amoni: the other one isn't coming here. the other one isn't coming here either
Kalos: so -either way- you will have to board a ship in transit
Amoni Steeltower: Oh, I am obviously very confused
Kalos: there is a ship 2 hours of hyperspace away
Kalos: it is coming this way to this planet
Kalos: this space station is a *minute* away from the planet's quarantine zone
Amoni Steeltower: (Can we even board while in Hyperspace?)
Kalos: not really. if you wanna go full pirate about this you can pull them out with a hyperdynamic field
Amoni Steeltower: (Then why is this an option we're considering?)
Amoni Steeltower: (I was originally hoping Vox found hospital ships that WERE DOCKED with the station)
Kalos: none
Amoni Steeltower: (Well then other than going full pirate how else are we to get on these ships?)
Kalos: Have you considered you know
Kalos: talking to them
Amoni Steeltower: (I never considered they'd stop for another doctor.)
Amoni Steeltower: (But sure)
Amoni Steeltower: (yeah)
Keith: (Back on track?)
Amoni Steeltower: (yes)
Amoni Steeltower: (to the shit!)
Amoni Steeltower: "Honestly we got 5 people doing this. I'm not going to take the extra effort to force Adem into doing such a simple task"
Kalos: ... anyone got packing skill?
Keith: "Goddamnit Adem."
Amoni Steeltower: "I uh, assume Cyril is joining?"
Cyril: _is just verrry careful to put the spacesuit on first_
Amoni Steeltower: (Nope)
Keith: (Nobody could ever have been prepared with the packing skill)
Kalos: or freight handling
Amoni Steeltower: (oh!)
Amoni Steeltower: (12)
Cyril: (I'll just have to compensate by carrying 400 pounds)
Keith: (The absolute madman has it, god bless)
Amoni Steeltower: (Freight Handling 12)
Kalos: roll it
Amoni Steeltower: !groll 12
DiscoDude: <@Amoni Steeltower> rolled 16 (degree -4; failure)
Amoni Steeltower: Pfft
Keith: wait
Amoni Steeltower: Cyyyy?
Amoni Steeltower: Oh wait
Amoni Steeltower: You only have luck 1 don't you
Cyril: I can default it at 10 lol
Keith: My luck is back
Cyril: Yeah I don't have wishing luck
Keith: for a long time
Amoni Steeltower: Oh thank
Keith: <@!Amoni Steeltower> taake my luck
Amoni Steeltower: I can avoid getting covered in crap
Amoni Steeltower: !groll 12
DiscoDude: <@Amoni Steeltower> rolled 9 (degree 3; success)
Amoni Steeltower: Yay!
Keith: one more
Keith: <@!Amoni Steeltower> it is two rerolls
Amoni Steeltower: !groll 12
DiscoDude: <@Amoni Steeltower> rolled 11 (degree 1; success)
Keith: (Keith is best mascot)
Amoni Steeltower: (So uh, Kalos GRACIOUSLY reminded me)
Amoni Steeltower: (I have Serendipity)
Kalos: https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/spongebob/images/6/6e/Badpuns.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20100403032735
Kalos: the shit is in the rear.
Keith: eyyyyy
Keith: <@&348237371705131009> , high five for roleplaying through this bullshit I created
Adem Nineball: you don't get any of it
Amoni Steeltower: So, I forget how I get Serendipity to work
Adem Nineball: with your stinky shit-filled hand
Amoni Steeltower: Do I need to RP it?
Adem Nineball: /jk
Amoni Steeltower: Or can I just, suggest it OOC?
Amoni Steeltower: What will happen to the ship
Keith: ( <@!Amoni Steeltower> you may ask the GM to create a scene that allows you to reach your objective... as long as it does not destroy the whole adventure)
Amoni Steeltower: Okay
Keith: ( using <#233837475280191489> )
Miri: (sorry, was dragged AFK)
Miri: (what all's happened in my absence?)
Amoni Steeltower: (Shit happened)
Keith: ( We loaded the shit, also, Amoni used her serendipity )
Amoni Steeltower: (Refer to ooc)
Keith: (More info on <#233837475280191489>  )
Kalos: https://i.ytimg.com/vi/MXcMV-d_2Js/maxresdefault.jpg
Kalos: `Okay, so the Hospital ship will have informed the station they will be docking at the station to pick up MORE doctors and medical professionals as they make there way to Crozovis. I feel that the station will also alert this to all people on the station, so the word gets out the ships looking for doctors.(edited)`
Kalos: for some inexplicable reason
Kalos: the ship is looking for more doctors
Kalos: who knows why
Kalos: but here it is!
Amoni Steeltower: (How long will it be stationed for?)
Kalos: docking at some part of the station.
Kalos: *shrug*
Kalos: better get there fast boys.
Amoni Steeltower: (VOx!)
Cyril: pffff
Amoni Steeltower: (Cyril*)
Keith: "We need forged documents... On the double."
Amoni Steeltower: (Make Documents)
Cyril: ok time to grab a bunch of doctorly shit and charge over there
Cyril: oh right documents
Amoni Steeltower: (We don't need to be in and y Doctor Uniform)
Cyril: my forgery skill is only 13 so good luck
Amoni Steeltower: (We could be the equivlent of a doctor on a plane)
Amoni Steeltower: (KEITH HAS LUCK)
Keith: (Shit, I already used my luck on shit)
Amoni Steeltower: (NVM)
Cyril: lmao
Amoni Steeltower: (Who else is good with Forgery?)
Amoni Steeltower: ( <@&348237371705131009> ^^^)
Keith: (Nobody, nobody has a brain as big as Cyril)
Keith: "Rylex. You will take care of the ship on our abscence, also..." Keith approaches Rylex, and then pulls him in for a hug "Thanks for bearing the shit bullshit..."
Amoni Steeltower: "Right, so who thinks they can pull of a doctor?"
Amoni Steeltower: (Acting skills, who has them?)
Amoni Steeltower: (We can later convince that we're a very Motley family)
Keith: "I can act... I've been around doctors before."
Amoni Steeltower: (And refuse to become separated, if the document hold up)
Amoni Steeltower: "Miri?"
Amoni Steeltower: (First aid 13)
Amoni Steeltower: (Could I use that knowledge to pull of any form of acting?)
Amoni Steeltower: (At, I assume a -)
Amoni Steeltower: (Of some form)
Keith: (Doctors actually use physician)
Keith: (I do have diagnosis...)
Adem Nineball: (I have *nothing* related to medical knowledge)
Adem Nineball: (i think i have a plan, though.)
Amoni Steeltower: (You're prob gonna be on the same boat I am)
Miri: _sighs deeply._
Amoni Steeltower: "No fancy get up, unless you want it."
Miri: "Fine. I pretended to be a hot nurse once. Maybe with enough bluster I can totally make up for my absolute lack of medical credentials *again.*"
Miri: (her Intimidation is higher than her Acting, on that note)
Amoni Steeltower: "For safety, we can just say you're on vacation."
Amoni Steeltower: "Also..."
Amoni Steeltower: "How about we board as pairs?"
Amoni Steeltower: "Makes it less suspicious then 5 people being apart of the same group."
Miri: "That could work. And if someone fails to pass muster it doesn't mean we're all in for it."
Keith: "Sure, I can board with someone else, and I am pretty good at acting too... Just remember back to the party back on... You know..."
Amoni Steeltower: "Who want to be in a Polyagmy?"
Amoni Steeltower: "Cuz of Cyril."
Keith: "I can do that~"
Adem Nineball: "So we are passing as doctors, without the knowledge to do so?"
Amoni Steeltower: "We gotta get our acts strait for this."
Amoni Steeltower: "MIri and Keith are."
Amoni Steeltower: 'The rest of us are husbands/wifes."
Amoni Steeltower: "Hence the Polygamy statement."
Adem Nineball: *Adem taps his chin* "It could work, I can see it ha- wait what?"
Keith: "Hold on. why are we doing this convolutely again?"
Amoni Steeltower: "Unless Cyril wants to act as a pet?"
Kalos: Rylex: "Should I feel left out? No. definitely not. Good luck with your plans."
Keith: "Wait, no. NO."
Keith: "No... NO PETS."
Keith: "No. Pets."
Amoni Steeltower: "Heh, and I suppose if you want to join with us Rylex you could?"
Adem Nineball: "Yeah, I'm not carrying Keith around anymore."
Keith: "No, Rylex is NOT joining us. Someone has to be on the ship."
Amoni Steeltower: "Two Polygamist families with doctors should be fine I think?"
Keith: "And he does not have combat training."
Amoni Steeltower: "Its a big Universe."
Amoni Steeltower: "Oh, right. We should see to fixing that."
Keith: "Rylex is staying. Also, he does not want to go, by the sounds of it."
Keith: "Well... It could be nice to tech him how to shoot. And generally make him closer to a badass."
Amoni Steeltower: "Conversation for another time."
Keith: "But right now... Why must we all be married?"
Keith: "Like, can't we all just be friends?"
Amoni Steeltower: "I don't know if they'll allow a doctors, no medical friend, to board a ship to a quarantined planet."
Adem Nineball: "...And what stops me from saying i'm your' Bodyguards?"
Amoni Steeltower: "Not having a good enough reputation to support a doctor needing a body guard?"
Amoni Steeltower: "Though i suppose Cyril could try and make something up..."
Amoni Steeltower: "Cyril? Hows the forgery coming?"
Adem Nineball: "Yeah, when you are going to a *quarantined planet* which would host the fucking *Spectrum Line Race.*"
Cyril: (I don't have forgery very good lol)
Keith: "That last part is not publicly known..."
Amoni Steeltower: (13s the best we got rn)
Amoni Steeltower: (And I don't think anyone else has it)
Amoni Steeltower: (Lemme check once more)
Adem Nineball: "But we were there to corroborate the info, which is good enough for anyone if we are lying."
Cyril: I'll roll forgery, then, to try to make us look like middling medical professionals. Is this also secret?
Amoni Steeltower: (Hold on)
Kalos: `our own.
The time required to create a forgery ranges from days to weeks (GM
decides). When you use a forged document, make your Forgery roll each
time it is inspected – unless you roll a
critical success on your first attempt.
Failure means someone spots the forgery.`
Amoni Steeltower: "Oh hold on, Cyril I think I know how we can make things easier on you..."
Amoni Steeltower: *Rings up Operations*
Kalos: Varen: "Yes?"
Amoni Steeltower: "Varen, we have a chance to get on the planet but we need Medical documentation, anyones."
Amoni Steeltower: "We're going to have Cyril alter them so Miri and Keith can be identified as medical professionals"
Keith: "We need to fake being doctors... Quickly."
Amoni Steeltower: "Its a hospital ship, just docked on the station and asking for Doctors."
Keith: "If you have better suggestions than our plan, we are all ears... Otherwise, can you help?"
Keith: "I mean... We are incredibly lucky to have this opportunity, but we need a little help to use it to its fullest."
Kalos: "I will see what I can do! I will call you back in 10 minutes."
Kalos: she hangs up immediately
Amoni Steeltower: "Great! Great!..."
Amoni Steeltower: "So, I still think we should be doing married groups."
Keith: "Second mom is really cut 'n dry... But you can't choose family~"
Keith: "Okay, so, who's married with <@!Miri> ?"
Amoni Steeltower: "I'm sure there's a jewelry store here, I got the cash and I can but some rings."
Miri: "We are *totally* married," Miri says, smirking at Amoni.
Amoni Steeltower: "Heh~, SO that would leave Adem, Keith, and Cyril?"
Amoni Steeltower: *Fans self*
Amoni Steeltower: "Hot damn~"
Adem Nineball: *"Don't you fucking dare."*
Amoni Steeltower: "hahaha."
Amoni Steeltower: "Its only a ruse Adem."
Amoni Steeltower: "I think you can handle this?"
Keith: "Too late. You are married to me now, Adem... **Darling**..."
Amoni Steeltower: "Badass Ninja and all?"
Adem Nineball: *Adem gives a death stare to Amoni, and then to Keith.*
Amoni Steeltower: "So that leaves Cyril, or Cyril could pair with us."
Cyril: "...I'm married to my work"
Amoni Steeltower: "Thats not a valid answer."
Keith: "Cyril is pretending to be himself. The best kind of acting."
Amoni Steeltower: "Unless you think you can act as a doctor?"
Cyril: "You know I'm literally a doctor right"
Keith: "Cyril is hella smart, he could **be** a doctor."
Amoni Steeltower: "Hmm, fair."
Amoni Steeltower: "And, in what field?"
Amoni Steeltower: "I'll admit, I knew you were a tech wiz."
Cyril: "...It's an engineering doctorate but still"
Cyril: "I could technically be a doctor"
Amoni Steeltower: "Heeeh, well if you don't make it on the boat..."
Amoni Steeltower: "I don't want to have a repeat of last time."
Keith: "Okay, side note, not all medic have a field."
Adem Nineball: "The Alternative plan is hijacking it with guns and swords, if you want, Cyril."
Keith: "Don't."
Amoni Steeltower: "***No***."
Adem Nineball: *"Oh I will if you continue with this shenanigans."*
Amoni Steeltower: *Shakes head*
Amoni Steeltower: "Anyways, Cyril, do you think you'll be able to handle yourself if you make yourself a forged document?"
Amoni Steeltower: "And I want to know you will be COMPLETELY certain."
Cyril: "Probably not."
Amoni Steeltower: "Then you're pairing with one of us."
Amoni Steeltower: "To keep Adem comfortable, I'll say the three of us are in a Polygamy."
Keith: "Wait. maybe Varen can get a document for all of us, each."
Cyril: "How does that... make us any more legitimate..."
Adem Nineball: "...Yeah."
Amoni Steeltower: "I don't know shit."
Amoni Steeltower: "You two are doing this because you can ACT, and well might I add!"
Amoni Steeltower: "The rest of us don't have anything to back us up past the documentation."
Keith: "Well, yes... But maybe we should go in as a group of five friends."
Keith: "Doctors can have friends."
Keith: "And those friends are usually doctors."
Keith: "Because doctors work together."
Keith: "Sure, doctors often marry eachother too..."
Amoni Steeltower: "They'll ask us ALL for documentation kieth."
Keith: "Amoni."
Keith: "They won't take spouses into quarentines."
Kalos: it has actually been 10 minutes
Kalos: Varen Emoji
Amoni Steeltower: *Picks up*
Amoni Steeltower: "So waht did you find?"
Keith: "Who would take their spouse into a quarantine?!"
Keith: "Oh hi second mom."
Amoni Steeltower: "A worried husband or wife."
Amoni Steeltower: "Some people can be selfish like that."
Amoni Steeltower: "Sorry Varen, what do you have to say?"
Kalos: "It was a rush but I have Narirellan medical licenses accredited to each of you, and a fake degree to a university that doesn't exist- its contact numbers lead to a website we run."
Kalos: "I hope this is satisfying."
Amoni Steeltower: *Amoni blinks in stupefaction*
Amoni Steeltower: "I... wasn't expecting that much. heh."
Amoni Steeltower: "Well, that works wonders Varen!"
Keith: "You are the best , Varen, well done."
Adem Nineball: "Holy shit, you actually delivered and saved my ass from Amoni's twisted ideas, Good job!"
Kalos: "You are welcome. If I can help you further please ask."
Kalos: *hangs up*
Amoni Steeltower: "I still think it would be wise to go in as couples if we could act our way out of death."
Amoni Steeltower: "But uh, this time."
Amoni Steeltower: "We can follow along Keiths idea of Co-workers or friends."
Amoni Steeltower: "Seeing that things have gotten far more flexible for us."
Kalos: A note from varen pops up: "also: do not abuse these licenses for non-work related uses. that would be bad." in text.
Amoni Steeltower: *Looks at Miri*
Keith: "Well, get a ring for yourself and <@!Miri> , don't leave her hanging after all that." Keith says, before chuckling.
Miri: _cackles._
Amoni Steeltower: "Yea, I was about to say..."
Amoni Steeltower: "I'll be back in a bit, meet you guys at the Hospital Ship? I can give Miri her ring there."
Miri: "Woo!"
Amoni Steeltower: "Also, don't expect anything TO fancy, dear!~"
Amoni Steeltower: (Amonis probably gonna splurg a bit anyways cuz thats how she do)
Keith: <@Kalos> , <@!Amoni Steeltower> .
Consider the dungeon fantasy 8: treasures book, between sessions, for the engagement rings.
Amoni Steeltower: (Where in the Mega file is taht held?)
Amoni Steeltower: (100% sure I don't have that installed yet)
Amoni Steeltower: (Found the folder nvm)
Keith: (Coolio, was looking it up myself)
Amoni Steeltower: (Oh! Already had it, cool.)
Kalos: (heh)
Keith: "Pray you all learn to act and/or be an acting doctor quickly... Otherwise, pray you are lucky... We are going into a trip to the quarantine... Through the hospital ship, of course."
Keith: "It appears communications are cut once inside. If there's anyone out there you want to send a message to... Consider doing it soon."
Cyril: _starts googling medical jargon so he can blend in_
Keith: "This does not counts for you, Rylex. You're gonna be fine."
Amoni Steeltower: 
Adem Nineball: *Adem imitates Cyril, he is desperate, how do you even act like a medic?!*
Kalos: Rylex thumbs up
Amoni Steeltower: *Amonis out the door when they Radio to Miri + others*
Amoni Steeltower: <Any Gem preference ***dear~***?>
Miri: "Sapphire. Brings out my eyes."
Amoni Steeltower: <Ah! Like a match made in heaven. I was going to get Sapphire as well!>
Kalos: ================================================
Kalos: !end