The First Forumised Paranoia Escapade

[Anery]

Bess quickly sticks her head around the corner of the entrance tunnel and retracts it, then, slwoly pokes her head around again.

H..h..hi, are you guys here for our friend Computer too?

She looks around the station, then smiles a big beaming smile before bring the rest of her body around the corner.

I do so love it down here, lots of groovy ventilation shafts and ducts, don't you guys just love a nice duct? Anyway, I'm Bess from Paint Control

[Roman Totale]

Greetings Bess! Delighted to meet you!

You're just in time for some stimulation - mental stimulation that is! Here, take these Happy Pills.

Grif beams widely. In fact he hasn't stopped smiling in any of the time that the rest of them have seen him.

[Baliame]

You do know this was in your hand don't you? Not to mention wherever you keep them. Eating these would be the equivalent of eating your hand and your pockets in terms of germs. I will not consume these. I'll add an extra minus to your hygiene sheet for trying to feed me germs originating from not-my-body, once I get to write them.

Here's how you serve one of these.

MO uses his cleans-o-spray on the pill and quickly wipes it with the very same towelette, then he simulates eating the pills. He promptly begins to show its effects. He then puts the pills in his pockets.

Oh, what was I saying! You deserve twenty plus for being such a happy person!

He then starts jumping around, carefully of course not to touch anything that may have been touched before him with his bare hands.

[deject]

Mona has been filming this whole exchange from a few feet away, making sure to get a good close up of each 'Shooter. Finally, she turns the multicorder on her self.

Well hello fellow citizens! My name is Mona, and I guess it's my privilege to be your communications and recording officer. *claps* I sure am happy, because I can record all our doings in service of our great friend the Computer, so everyone will know how much we all love the Computer.

Mona sees Griff and says:

Hey do I know you, you remind me of someone I used to know.

[Baliame]

Mona sees Griff and says:

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.

[deject]

I can't explain it to you without revealing too much, suffice it to say you are incorrect bubbles.

[Roman Totale]

I thought we all came from different departments/sectors, hence the 3 letter codes at the end of the emails.

I don't think I have met you before, but it's a pleasure to meet you now!

[Dog Pants]

That's correct, you're all from different firms and sectors.

EDIT: And this whole thing feels like a twisted, LSD induced episode of the Care Bears.

[Grimmie]

Derek pops the pill given to him in his mouth and swallows, smiling sweetly at everyone.

I'm eager to complete this mission, as The Computer told us it is going to be both fun and important.
I don't see our transport anywhere though, better make a note of that. Somebody's obviously not doing their job properly.

Derek tries to frown as best as he can, but it only manages to be a slightly less exuberant smile

[Dog Pants]

Everyone else popping their pills, or do any of you want to refuse? Or sneakily not take them?

[Anery]

Bess stares at Derek in as hostile a way possible whilst maintaining a beaming smile - that is to say she looked like a rather concerned zebra.

I do hope you are not pointing any fingers here?

She pops her happiness pills and the zebra look vanishes as suddenly as it appears.

Perhaps our task is to fix the transport?

She starts to hop excitedly from one foot to the other and the pitch of her voice goes up to squeek level

Perhaps it is a problem with the plumbing? Ooh, I do hope so, I'm good at plumbing - all those connectors and joints and bends. Do you think its the plumbing?

[Baliame]

Everyone else popping their pills, or do any of you want to refuse? Or sneakily not take them?

I sneaked them into my pockets.

MO smiles. In a very creepily happy way.

Since the briefing room is on the other side of the transport, I'd say they didn't call us here to fix the transport so they can brief us that we should fix the transport so they can brief us that we should fix the transport so they can brief us about fixing...

It goes on for a while.

[Dog Pants]

Right on cue, you hear an approaching transbot. 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.

[Baliame]

MO walks inside the transbot, inspects one of the seats hygienically, wipes it, then checks out how it's fixed to the transbot. Then he makes a mental note and sits down. Assuming there are actually seats.

[Dog Pants]

Just as you take your first step toward the waiting transbot, you hear a terrible shriek of metal followed by a squeal of overtaxed brakes. Seconds later, a second transbot slams into the rear of the first one, knocking it end over end and throwing shards of glass and bits of metal everywhere! The first transbot tumbles to a halt, twisted and burning, a few dozen meters away. The second transbot is now standing, more or less, at the platform. Though dented and missing its windows, it appears to still be functioning. In fact, with a loud ratchet and clank, the grungy RED doors grind open disconcertingly.

What's your violence/agility Bali?

[Grimmie]

Do I notice MO pocketing his pills? I'd like to embellish my notebook with such details if that is the case.

Derek flips over one of his notebook pages as the transbots smash into each other, and begins to write while the group of loyal Trouble Shooters wait around.
He eventually finishes and hands out pieces of paper to each of the assembled clones, the notes written in red ink.

It would make me SO happy for each of you to complete these TS20's and return them to me as soon as you are finished.

Clouded by the delicious Happiness drugs that Grif had so kindly provided him, he even walks over to where MO is and flaps one of the forms at him.

Please take time to complete this S-TS20a form using a pen, pencil or appropriate writing implement (depending on your level of clearance).

WORD ASSOCIATION
This is a simple word association test. Clear your thoughts and write the first TWO words that come to mind when you think of the following words.
Please provide an answer for each question, for failing to complete the test is to impede the progress of your assigned Loyalty Officer.
To not help your assigned Loyalty Officer is to promote disloyalty. Disloyalty to your fellow Trouble Shooters and The Computer is Treason!

Please relax, and then begin.

1) Cow
2) Germs
3) Blueprint
4) Grass
5) Father
6) Comrade
7) Missile
8) Computer
9) Friend
10) Bacon
11) Commie
12) Mutant
13) Secret Society
14) Trust
15) Aspire

Return your completed forms to me (and to the residing GM) over private message, ta!

[Dog Pants]

Nope, you didn't see a thing.

[Anery]

Completely unpeterbed by the wreckage in front of her

I would like to fill in one of those TS20s, but I appear to have misplaced my pen. May I borrow yours?

[Baliame]

I'd like to find out whether or not that second train killed me before handing in, let alone recieving your TS20 Grimmie.

[Dog Pants]

The transbot got totalled just before you stepped in, so both missed you. However, there's a six inch long piece of metal embedded in the platform about an inch from your foot.