Dead Planet Part One

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Feb 5, 2019 2:16 am
"Of course, Captain."

TURING rises and walks over to the food, making sure to grab the Captain an amount of food that provides the necessary caloric intake for the day.
Last edited February 12, 2019 5:07 am
Feb 5, 2019 2:22 am
I thought it was funny. Responded Carter. In truth, he believed that it may have been his fault that the old Mark 4 had taken to arranging the crew's meals into what it deemed 'pleasing' shapes, after he had commented on the dismal appearance of their normal grub. He had also conveniently forgotten to mention that conversation to the Captain when he started to notice how much long it took for him to get his food.
Feb 5, 2019 7:55 am
"Mr Hernandez, I trust everything is well with your quarters?" despite his gruff exterior, Harris shows concern for everyone joining his crew, new and old alike.
Feb 6, 2019 3:37 am
"Captain, with your permission, I could download culinary programs to facilitate the crew’s dietary needs. Access to gastronomic art programs would improve my efforts at food presentation."
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Feb 6, 2019 7:33 am
if there is a chance in hell that thing can make this food better I say let her do it.
Feb 6, 2019 12:03 pm
Harris contemplates the potential results of this, "Negative. I don't care how it looks, just get it on the plate."
Feb 6, 2019 5:31 pm
Trevor sighs, alright but next shore leave I'm picking up some hot sauce or something to make this stuff go down better
Feb 7, 2019 1:02 am
TURING stares at Lowson for a moment. The soft green light in her eyes is flickering; an indicator that she’s cogitating.

"Ah... piquancy." It is hard to know if the gynoid is speaking to others, or simply affirming her data stores out loud. "Provided by capsaicin, the active component in Earth chili peppers. More properly called 8-methyl-N-vanillyl-6-nonenamide. When in contact with a mucous membrane, capsaicin causes a burning sensation that many humans find pleasurable."

She looks to Vasser. "It may be possible to synthesize the compound using Dr. Vasser’s medical facilities. The chemical formula for capsaicin is relatively rudimentary: 18 parts Carbon, 27 parts Hydrogen, and 3 parts Nitrate."
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Feb 7, 2019 1:12 am
"While the thought is appreciated, Turing, we'll stick with buying some hot sauce. I don't want my equipment to be used for synthesizing flavor compounds." Carter responds sternly.
Feb 7, 2019 6:24 pm
"So" She says nonchalantly, having focused on eating her own grub and ignoring all chat around her for the last minute or so. With her head hanging low, near her plate, she looks at the Captain. "Do we have any assignments today?"
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Feb 7, 2019 8:41 pm
"Prep for jump after breakfast, jump at 12:00 as scheduled. Nothing special after that, unless you want to tidy up that cockpit of yours," Harris chuckles, only guessing what a mess Brown's workplace must be.

Finishing up, he excuses himself and wheels to his quarters.
Feb 8, 2019 4:04 am
Trevor downs the last of his coffee in one swift gulp.
Alright I'll be double checking the jump drives before we jump if anyone needs me. He says as he exits the galley and makes his way to the Jump drive.
Feb 8, 2019 4:34 am
TURING places the now smiley-face-laden breakfast in front of Harris. "With your leave, Captain, I will commence my systems integrity checks."
Feb 10, 2019 8:29 pm
Akira was so hyperfocused on his tablet reading the latest Cogi-Lang patch notes that he was completly oblivious to everything happening around him.

"Oh..breakfast is already over...?"
Crap.. this again? Happening too often lately. Might have a word with Doc about his new supplier.. the meds might be cut with ampethamines.

Hey eh.. TURING, could you repeated any questions or remarks made by the crew to me the past.. 30 minutes or so?
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Feb 10, 2019 10:47 pm
"Uuuh." Mutters Brown, quickly eying TURING. "I meaaaaan... Couldn't it clean it for me? I'm sure it would do a better job. As I make sure everything's ready and all of that." says the pilot, shrugging. "To be honest, it would be nice to work in a clean environment for once..." She glances back at the Captain, ignoring Hernandez's sudden confusion. He still hasn't said hi. Rude.

"What do you say, Cap? Do I have permission to borrow it? It's not like it's doing anything right now."
Feb 10, 2019 11:04 pm
"Between you and Hernandez, I got stuff to do," the galley door slides open as his chair approaches and he leaves the crew to their business.
Feb 11, 2019 6:38 pm
TURING turns to Hernandez and recounts the previous conversation, even offering to repeat everything verbatim. She emphasizes her request to increase her vulgarity index.

In response to Brown’s suggestion, the gynoid says, "Although I am designed to provide technical expertise for shipwide computer systems, I could generate sanitation and housekeeping subroutines. However, that would require approval from Crewman Hernandez or the Captain."
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Feb 11, 2019 10:33 pm
The pilot sighs dismissively of the robot and stares at Hernandez while getting up with a taunting smile on her face. "So, Hernandez? Can you let your girlfriend doll go for a few minutes?"
Feb 14, 2019 12:57 pm
The rest of the morning passes by without distraction. TURING cleans up Brown's station and everyone goes about their duties, before strapping themselves in prior to the Hyperspace Jump. Each day the ship makes a jump, taking you ever closer home and it requires 30 minutes of being strapped in before regular duties continue.

This jump however, does not go as expected.

Some 15 minutes in, there's a loud groan of the Hyperdrive engine, and the ship grinds to a halt. Lights go out for a few seconds before the red emergency lighting kicks in, filling the ship with a bloody light. No-one is hurt, except for familiar travel sickness you get at the end of a hyperspace jump.
OOC:
OK, let's kick off with some Panic Checks. Stress Checks - 2d10. If you roll equal/under your current stress roll 2d10 for Panic. Also, give me an idea of where you strap in during the jump.
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Feb 14, 2019 3:19 pm
OOC:
I would imagine we would be strapped in in the command at the front of the ship

Rolls

Stress Check - (2d10)

(97) = 16

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