<strong>Myst-R-OUS-1</strong>and<strong>Bat-R-REE-1</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/Sanderson.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">The interloping Infrared is male, by the way, and bears a strong resemblance to distinguished character actor William Sanderson, of whom none of you have ever heard.<br/></div></div><br/>"No! Please! I... I have seventeen mops to clean, since Tik-I-TVI-6 was vaporized yesterday! I'm doing the best that I can!" The squeals continue from somewhere south of Myst's nether regions, until the clone's cries turn to indistinguishable blubbering.<br/><br/>The efficiency of Friend Computer cannot be faulted in this instance, though, as within what seems like seconds the door slides open again to reveal a fully armed and operational DetentionBot, model KGR-12, known informally as a "Cager". The body of this bot model is comprised mostly of a barred cage which is not quite big enough to fit anyone comfortably. Seven arms ending with metal claws are attached to a ring around the top of the cage. The thing travels on a set of rubber treads.<br/><br/>"---squelch--Mandatory Re-education Request Response Imminent Subject Identified Capture In Progress Report Preliminary Report Submitted--squelch" No matter how much the poor clone squirms and wriggles, and he does a considerable amount of both, his efforts to put distance between himself and the DetentionBot are hampered by the female troubleshooter who is practically sitting on him, the male troubleshooter who has a firm grasp on his collar, and the walls of the mop closet.<br/><br/>The fellow is summarily stuffed into the Cager's chest cavity, his limbs painfully poking out between the bars. Speakers inside the cell begin playing happy, pacifying tunes about Loyalty and Sacrifice. The sound from these tunes echoes down the passageway, and the volume is such that even after the DetentionBot is long out of sight it can still be heard, completely drowning out the Infrared's cries for help.<br/><br/>You may take possession of any or all of the seventeen mops should you truly desire to do so. At least you both seem to have proven that you're on the right side of things here, as evidenced by Friend Computer backing your play. It's certainly good to know that there is at least one other Troubleshooter in the world whom you can trust implicitly not to be a mutant Commie traitor.<br/><br/>After you've had time to take stock of your situation, and perhaps converse a bit more, or even separate your tangled bodies, both of your PDCs will spark to life with another message. "REPEAT REPORT TO BRIEFING ROOM B3729 SECTOR PLX THE COMPUTER THANKS YOU FOR YOUR MERITORIOUS CONDUCT YOUR ACCOUNTS HAVE EACH BEEN CREDITED 100 CREDITS AND YOU HAVE EARNED 37 POINTS TOWARD YOUR PURITY ACHIEVEMENT SLASH MERIT BADGE CONGRATULATIONS CITIZENS"<br/><br/><br/><strong>Mask-R-ADE-1</strong><br/><br/>The citizen in Green seems largely stunned by the experience of having been dragged out of cyberspace only to find himself in a room full of sparking equipment, fire suppression foam, and a Red Troubleshooter wriggling around beneath him.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">There certainly seems to be a fair bit of people squirming on top of other people today. At least 15% more than is typical. This has been noted.<br/></div></div><br/>Mask's skills at Talking Fastly are Mediocre at best, not really good enough to talk his way completely out of this situation. The words are correct, but the enthusiasm behind them is... lacking a bit. You are unable to convince this citizen to recommend you for an award for your brave service, or even to hit the complicated sequence of buttons normally required to open the doors to the room.<br/><br/>Luckily, however, as noted previously the standard response to fire emergencies in this sector is to open the doors for the fire suppression team who should be along in eighteen minutes or so. These doors are indeed now open, allowing the billowing white foam to spill into the corridor and the burnt plastic smoke to seep out through the hallways.<br/><br/>It's also at about this time that the Green Citizen notices that his right hand has been efficiently removed and the stump cauterized by one of the BlindFire lasers. This fact now occupies well over ninety percent of his attention. In other words, this seems like a good time to exit.<br/><br/>Before you are able to participate in any other misadventures your PDC beeps and a message is delivered. "REPEAT REPORT TO BRIEFING ROOM B3729 SECTOR PLX ASAP CLARIFICATION AS SOON AS POSSIBLE NOT SECTOR ASAP WHICH DOES NOT EXIST. MAPS INDICATING THE PRESENCE OF SECTOR ASAP ARE TREASONOUS AND SHOULD BE DESTROYED ON SIGHT. HAVE A NICE DAY."<br/><br/>