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Which raises a question; did that guardbot kick me off the marketplace area?

Nope, just took you elsewhere. There's a guy here trying to sell you a petbot for 1200c.

Hawker wrote:D'ya loik degbots?

Okay, fuck the market scene, lets move on.

One of you spots a nicely lit RED corridor through the crowds and chaos.

Agreed.

MO goes to said corridor, waiting for the others at the entrance.

I'm not sure what it is, but I am having a difficult time getting into the setting of this whole thing. If someone wants to take over Mona next time she dies, that would be OK with me.

In any case, Mona-2 will shrug and follow into the corridor.

Could be that it's a written adventure, not one I've made.

/me thinks this would work better as a Paranoia night or something.

Skype or real life, yeah. The pace would be a little faster.

This has died hasn't it?

Ah yes, I was thinking about resurrecting this earlier. It does get more interesting from this scene, particularly as the mission hasn't even started yet.

Where do we stand anyway? Those two leaving me alone now?

Dog Pants wrote:Ah yes, I was thinking about resurrecting this earlier. It does get more interesting from this scene, particularly as the mission hasn't even started yet.

Well, I'm all for skipping ahead then.

I think we're all slightly lost in that.. We don't want buy illegal stuff, and we bought a load of stuff during character creation. So why are we at the shops?
I'd like to get the mission underway.

I'm sure you've put us here to see what mischief we can get up to, but until we start playing properly I'm not sure we'll fully know what it is we can and can't do.

Fast forward?

Yep, lets assume you've all found the corridor and moved on. You emerge from the dark and dingy market into a brightly lit RED corridor. Behind you there's no sign of where you just came from, just a RED wall.
You notice on your PDC you have three hours and 40 minutes left in your mission schedule. You hear sudden shouting from just around a nearby bend in the corridor. ‘Help!’ It’s a frightened voice. ‘Someone help me!’ A second voice—this one mechanical and sinister. ‘Nasty! Dirty! Filthy!’ it shouts. ‘Mister Bubbles will remove you from his list!’

Mona-2 goes over to see what is going on, multicorder going, of course.

MO-2 draws his shiny laser pistol and loads a RED barrel and runs over to check out what's going on.

Rounding a corner, you see a GREEN citizen in a PLC uniform being violently mopped by a Scrubot.