<div class="floatleft">(http://i756.photobucket.com/albums/xx208/kookalouris/Cheshire%20Cat%20head_zpsafmlm5ng.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Morgan</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=243890.msg12159791#msg12159791)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Mars, trying not to get spacesuit and self punctured.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Any relevant and nearby PC</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Fate Points</strong></td><td>1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Moderate Consequence (4)  </strong></td><td>---</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Major Consequence (6)</strong></td><td>---</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>In the firefight, the tiny little silver egg was being juggled just a little too much.  Being a TITAN nanoswarm,<em>not moving</em>was being juggled 'a little too much'.   And this chaos was making things worse.  There was nothing Morgan could do, they realized, that wouldn't threaten the situation more.  Morgan's usual cowardice was bolstered by actual practicality in this realization.  It found another avenue of expression.<br/><br/>Morgan's chameleon skin<em>camouflaged</em>.  Outside of their suit, it would have been an impressive sight to<em>not </em>behold.  Inside the suit, the effect was comically pathetic.<strong><em>At least I am maintaining sphincter control</em></strong>, Morgan thought, glad to have spent extra credits for that enhanced option.<br/>