Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>24-06-2014, 22:19:46</strong>
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				<strong>The Date</strong>: Today. It is always Today.<br><strong>The Place</strong>: Alpha Complex, the last remaining bastion of civilization in a world destroyed by Traitors and Communists<br><br>Each of you is busily at work for Friend Computer, performing your essential duties as a loyal and valued member of your Service Firm. Whether you're scrubbing out toilets, helping to test the effects of radiation on the human nervous system, or collating copies of Form 34UI0O7: "Requisition Form for Supplemental Form Storage Receptacles", you are a happy healthy cog in the vast machinery that enables Alpha Complex to move forward smoothly toward a brighter future. Not that there's anything wrong with the present, either. Things are plenty bright right now, Mister, I tell you what.<br><br>But you're not a mere Infrared clone with no higher aspirations in life. You are a newly minted and untested Troubleshooter! Ever since passing your Troubleshooter entrance exam and being assigned your snazzy Red uniform you have been waiting for the call. The summons. The opportunity to serve Friend Computer! To serve Friend Computer more, that is. And now it has come.<br><br>Your Series 1300 PDC (Personal Digital Companion) starts to beep! Even if you had turned it to vibrate. Even if you had turned it off, but why would you ever do that? It beeps loudly and insistently, and after having gotten your attention it begins to speak in the voice of The Computer Itself!<br><br>"ATTENTION INSERT TROUBLESHOOTER NAME HERE. YOU ARE BEING SUMMONED TO REPORT FOR DUTY IMMEDIATELY. PROCEED TO BRIEFING ROOM B37VATGRUB POPULATION WILL BE MONITORED CAREFULLY TO ENSURE THAT PARTS PER MILLION FALL UNDER RECOMMENDED ADVISED THAT NEXT WEDNESDAY WILL FEATURE THE ELECTRONIC MUSIC STYLINGS OF ZAMFIR-O-PAN BROADCAST THROUGHOUT SECTORS AAA, AAB, AAC, AAD, A---"<br><br>The transmission then ends with a squelch of electronic noise. Hmm. Seems as if there was some cross communication there. Not sure if it's a problem with your PDC or with Friend Com--- Nope, definitely a problem with your PDC. The question is, what do you do now? Wouldn't want to be late for your first day of work, but "B37" is hardly a unique room designation. There must be thousands of B37's throughout the Complex.<br><br>It's a puzzler, all right.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Okay, welcome to the game.<br><br>A couple of notes:<br>1) Anything in an OOC box like this is me talking as the GM. You can trust these things that I say, not in the way that your characters "trust" the Computer, but for real. I'll play it straight in the OOC box.<br>2) You should begin by describing what you're doing in your day job when the call comes in, and how you react. All of you are separate right now except for the two on Blast Shield Maintenance. It's up to all of you exactly what's going on when the summons occurs. Genre-wise, it ought to be as inconvenient as possible.<br>3) There's a whole lot of world stuff that your characters would know but you don't. You can either ask or make something up. If you make something up that really invalidates something else that I know to be true then I might redirect things, but in general once you're up on the spirit of things I'm sure you'll do fine. Think big repressive ridiculous bureacracy; I hope the character notes you've gotten will convey a lot of that. If you're stuck, think of 1984, Brazil or any of the other source materials mentioned in the original game interest thread.<br>4) If at any time you want to ask Secret Questions or take Secret Actions, please feel free to PM me. Please just put "Paranoia" in the subject line somewhere so I can keep things straight.<br>5) Have fun!<br><br></div></div><br>Oh, and please use this header for your posts. You can (quote) this post and chop out all of the other stuff to get started.<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/17/Scsmileyface.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Your-N-AME<br><strong>Status:</strong> Anything special. Are you dead? On fire? Deeply perturbed at your position in the universe?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Where you are at<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Who you are with. If the PC's are all together, just say "All PC's", or "Troubleshooter Team" or what have you.<br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>24-06-2014, 23:51:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/5489/tracysaffron.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Vict-R-YYY-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Wearing totally awesome Red coveralls!<br><strong>Location:</strong> Heading to the closest B37 room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Currently alone but can easily be found and tagged<br><hr>Vict-R-YYY-1 had a brand new addition to her usual outfit, the Red Reflec Coveralls that shone so brightly and took some attention off her abject lack of pants.&nbsp; She listened to the PDC announcement, expecting that the beginning part was for her and that the rest was for someone else.&nbsp; Some people didn't do as good a job as she did of keeping her PDC in proper order, so naturally they had to send the information around to others through her PDC.<br><br>As far as which B37 to go to, that was obvious.&nbsp; She went straight to the nearest B37 to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 01:22:32</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/998e7f15f744d707e5851c9c2100e7c0/tumblr_n6qmruqza31sfjrdqo1_400.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Mask-R-ADE-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Questioning the musical stylings of Zamfir-O-PAN and generally panicking about Commies<br><strong>Location:</strong> Near a Bouncy Bubble Beverage machine with a fellow citizen ---&gt; in route to....well, one of those B37 rooms. Whichever is closest. Whichever seems the least dangerous.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, possibly Vict-R-YYY-1 if at that same B37 bebriefing room.<br><hr>He was standing in front of another clone, wheedling as best he could, his IntSec badge gleaming proudly, saying, "Now, now, it's important that we all do our parts to maintain sufficient happiness; anything less is treason, fellow citizen! Report to the nearest Bright Vision Re-education Center so that you are not in danger of succumbing to the horrible depressing menace of the Commies!" He hated his job, but he had an image to maintain, and that image (along with everyone else's) had to be a <em>greaaaaaat</em> big smile. And boy was he smiling! No one had a bigger smile than Mask, although he did have a funny little twitch in his left eye nowadays....<br><br>Mask was going to escort his fellow clone, but then he heard the <del>vile</del> Friend Computer give an order to report in.<br><br>It was important to maintain the Happiness Mandate, sure, but how was Mask supposed to maintain the Happiness Mandate if he himself was currently most unhappy? No....no, he was not unhappy. It would not do to even <em>think</em> such treasonous things. <del>That infernal Computer</del> His personal PDC was malfunctioning possibly, and he certainly didn't want to report to the Briefing Room, but he certainly couldn't disobey Friend Computer. No. Certainly not. He was a good Troubleshooter and inclined to make sure that everyone else was, too. Maybe. Mostly he checked every few daycycles just so he didn't appear lazy.<br><br>He hustled to the nearest debriefing room and went inside.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strangefate</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 03:04:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b2/Redoveralls.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Bat-R-REE<br><strong>Status:</strong> On Armored Autocar Escort Patrol<br><strong>Location:</strong> On his bike; riding towards B37<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> OPEN<br><hr>Bat-R-REE was riding his bicycle with purpose when the call came in, jaw set, head down, fingers tensed on the handlebars.&nbsp; The role of Armored Autocar Escort was an almost sacred calling, an honor few could ascend to.&nbsp; Admittedly, riders were assigned to the squadron, so not really a calling per se, kind of no choice in the matter, but the important thing was that it was a noble pursuit.&nbsp; A bike rider would lay down his life in the service of Friend Computer, to protect its armored cars from traitors and commies.&nbsp; And Bat hated commies.&nbsp; He hated them so much that sometimes the very color of his own overalls would anger him.&nbsp; Everyone knew commies liked red.&nbsp; Even now a banner hung from the crosswalk reading:&nbsp; <em>Better Dead than Red!</em> across the top half.&nbsp; The lower half was obscured in lengthy parenthetical: <em>(This Does Not Pertain to Red Reflec Overalls, Red Laser Barrels, Red Rubber Balls, Red Tomatoes, Red Rover Red Rover, Red Stop Lights or other Loyal Patriotic Uses of the Color Red.&nbsp; &nbsp;Full List Posted Outside Commissary.)</em><br><br>Bat pulled over to the curb and checked his PDC.&nbsp; Citizens trooped past with hazy smiles on their faces from their drug-induced stupors.&nbsp; One paused, staring at the officious majesty of his bike, looking ready to reach out and touch the bell mounted between the handlebars.&nbsp; Bat leveled his big fist under the gawker’s nose, giving him a good hard look at the well calloused knuckles.&nbsp; “Back off, creep!”&nbsp; Blinking in surprise, the man stumbled away, and Bat checked his message.&nbsp; “Hot dog!” he announced excitedly.&nbsp; It had finally happened.&nbsp; He was being called up at last.&nbsp; And he knew exactly where the nearest B37 Briefing Room was located as the escort convoy passed it every day on their circuit.&nbsp; <br><br>Hopping on his bike, Bat slapped the bell -- DING! DING! DING! DING! -- and pedaled vigorously towards his first assignment.&nbsp; “Clear the road!&nbsp; One side nobodies!&nbsp; Troubleshooter coming through!”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anon315</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 03:44:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/16ks1aw.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Doct-R-NIK-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Outraged at the injustice of it all, but hiding it very well.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Between two towering stacks of paper.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Other mindless peons.<br><hr><br>Doct-R-NIK-1 did not know where B37VATGRUB was. He had never had any cause to go looking for it in the time before now, and as such was slightly concerned when told to go there. Being the model of efficiency that he is, he drew out his PDC and addressed it, asking <strong>"Oh dear Friend Computer, I being but one of your many servile units have never had the pleasure of dwelling in the room B37VATGRUB which you have made available for us. Might I be told where it is or how to get there, that I might comply with your will in attending the meeting there which I am to attend?"</strong> It always did well to speak nicely to those above you, and Friend Computer was above, below, and in most every other direction one could do well to think of. Regardless, he would finish a few papers while awaiting an answer, and then make his way most diligently in either the direction he was told to go, or he would continue making lefts until he found what he was looking for. He had found in his lifetime that left generally got you where you needed to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeli</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 05:04:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/455207ef6a49be3c0c12eb43317c7403_zpsefa6cc1c.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> MYST-R-OUS-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Cocksure, even if she doesn't know what that means<br><strong>Location:</strong> Heading to room B37 in the VAT sector<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Currently alone but can easily be found and tagged<br><hr><em><br>Myst-R-OUS glanced at her PDC with an excited flatter in her chest cavity.&nbsp; It was going off!&nbsp; It was actually going off!&nbsp; She turned to one of her compatriots and handled them one of the Stronzi Blast Captual Recapitulators and then offered what she hoped was an authoritative salute.<br></em><br>"Alright!&nbsp; Me and my awesome overalls are off to do awesome overall stuff!&nbsp; You have fun with the kamboomers.&nbsp; <em>She dropped her salute and turned, frowning a bit as she watched Vict-R-YYY go scurrying off down one of the passages without checking in with her or saying anything to anyone or... anything!&nbsp; There had always been something a little bit off about that one.&nbsp; Who ever heard of working with kaboomkins without pants?&nbsp; It was almost as if Friend Computer wanted her destroyed.<br><br>Myst-R-OUS shook her head.&nbsp; If Friend Computer wanted the pantie-flashing wonder kaboomed, then she wouldn't have been promoted now would she?&nbsp; It was best to let things occur as they were going to.<br><br>Now, the message had said to go to B37VATGRUB, which didn't exist.&nbsp; However, there probably WAS a Room B37 in the VAT sector, and the GRUB simply meant that there would be nummy foods there!&nbsp; Friend Computer was always thinking ahead for his favored Red Garbed Trouble shooters!&nbsp; Smiling, Myst-R-OUS hurried off down a corridor to get missions.&nbsp; And food.&nbsp; And Praise.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 05:06:26</strong>
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				By miraculous coincidence, out of the thousands of possible room B37's, some of our Troubleshooters have found themselves crossing paths. This was probably <em>not </em>due to my rolling several d1000's and getting matches.<br><br><strong>Vict-R-YYY-1</strong> and <strong>Mask-R-ADE-1</strong><br><br>The good news is that it takes very little time to travel to the nearest room B37.<br><br>The fantastic news is that it appears that you're in the correct place, since there's clearly another Red Troubleshooter entering the room at the same time as you are! From a door on the opposite side of the room, but still, that has to be a good sign. (It's the other PC; no trickery here on that score.)<br><br>There's some not-so-great news, though. This does not appear to be a briefing room, or a debriefing room, or an unbriefing room, or really any sort of room related to briefs at all. Then again, you've never been briefed before, so what do you know?<br><br>The room is roughly twenty feet square. It is crammed full of what looks like computer equipment. Or Computer equipment. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mask-R-ADE</div><div class="spoiler_body">In fact, this looks like a CompNode, one of the many, many rooms that comprises the physical mass of the Computer itself. It's kind of funny that the doors opened for you at all.<br></div></div><br>Sitting in the center of the room, midway between you, is a citizen dressed in a Green uniform. He is sitting in a very complex looking green chair with about a dozen levers and wheels protruding out of the bottom, and he has three cables attached to him -- one on each temple and one on the tip of his chin. These cables snake around for a while and then plug into the computer bank in front of him. The man sits slackly in his chair (which fits him wonderfully), and does not seem to notice your presence.<br><br>It does not escape either of your notices, however, that about half a dozen security cameras mounted on the ceiling have swiveled to point at each of you, just as the doors slide shut behind you and click silently. Well, not that silently. I mean, you hear the click, so it's not like totally silent.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 05:25:38</strong>
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				<strong>Doct-R-NIK-1</strong> <br><br><em>"Oh dear Friend Computer, I being but one of your many servile units have never had the pleasure of dwelling in the room B37VATGRUB which you have made available for us. Might I be told where it is or how to get there, that I might comply with your will in attending the meeting there which I am to attend?"</em><br><br>It is trivial for you to get The Computer's attention, because you are a valued and treasured and in no way disposable resource. The Computer of course does not have "moods", but in your experience It will sometimes choose to act as if it does have "moods", in order to better relate to the loyal subjects under its care. In any case, The Computer seems to be in a good mood.<br><br>"EVIDENCE OF COMMUNIST INTERFERENCE WITH TRANSMISSION OF TROUBLESHOOTER ORDERS IS NOTED. THANK YOU, CITIZEN, FOR YOUR PROMPT REPORT OF TREASONOUS ACTIVITY. BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR FURTHER INSTANCES OF SUCH ACTIVITY AND CONTINUE TO REPORT THEM. YOUR ACCOUNT HAS BEEN CREDITED WITH.... click click click.... 50 CREDITS FOR THIS MERITORIOUS SERVICE.<br><br>PLEASE PROCEED TO BRIEFING ROOM B3729 SECTOR PLX. HAVE A PRODUCTIVE DAY."<br><br>Sector PLX is not too far away, and there's a Transtube line leading directly there from your current location. You may proceed to the briefing room without further incident. Your immediate supervisor, a portly man by the name of Coop-R-TON-3, sighs and moves the enormous stack of paperwork from your desk to the nearly identical desk on your left, where it is greeted with unfeigned enthusiasm by an Infrared whose name you never caught. Coop-R-TON-3 goes to the Employee Assignment Board which covers one wall of the large shared office space and moves the little magnet next to your name from the column marked "Working" to the column marked "Presumed Dead".<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 05:40:36</strong>
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				<strong>Bat-R-REE</strong> and <strong>Myst-R-OUS-1</strong><br><br>The Deputy Chief Inspector for Food Services, Blue and Blue-Green Algae Division, is not pleased that one of his trusted escorts has been called away, but what is one to do? The Computer must have a reason. Still, the resulting lack of symmetry is distressing. At the press of a button a short range burst cannon emerges from the right headlight of his armored car and is used to quickly and painfully remove the escort on the right flank opposite Bat-R-REE's last assigned position. There, that's much better now. The Deputy Chief Inspector for Food Services, Blue and Blue-Green Algae Division, returns his attention to the telenovella he is watching on two simultaneous screens, as the uninspected food vats continue to pass by on either side of his armored car.<br><br>VAT sector is consistently voted as one of the top 100 smelliest sectors within Alpha Complex, owing to the pervasive odor of the food vats which have been crammed into every available nook and cranny. Rooms which are entirely unsuited for industrial food production have been converted to meet the ever growing demand for barely edible but highly nutritious slop for the masses. Ever since the unexplained explosions in TUB sector life has been even busier for the dedicated Infrareds tending to this, Alpha Complex's most important resource.<br><br>Bat-R-REE arrives at the briefing room first, by virtue of the fact that he was already in the sector, he has a very cool bicycle, and very few people are stupid enough to get in his way. This gives him plenty of opportunity to take stock of the surroundings. To his untrained eye it would seem that this is a very well concealed briefing room, to such extent that an uninformed observer might instead include that the big man and his bicycle are occupying most of the available space in a closet used for the storage of food-mops.<br><br>This becomes even more uncomfortable minutes later when MYST-R-OUS-1 enters through the same door, there being only one, and proceeds to occupy virtually all of the remaining space.<br><br>Neither of you immediately spot anything which appears to be a briefing officer, but then again the closet hasn't been thoroughly searched.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myst-R-OUS-1</div><div class="spoiler_body">With your superior perception skills, you can conclude with nearly 100% certainty that you and Bat-R-REE-1 are the only occupants of this 3 foot by 3 foot chamber.<br></div></div><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">GM: Edited to change left headlight to right headlight, like it matters.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 20:16:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/5489/tracysaffron.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Vict-R-YYY-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Wearing totally awesome Red coveralls!<br><strong>Location:</strong> The closest B37 room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Myst, Mask, Friend Computer<br><hr><br>Although Vict had little difficulty in getting going, it concerned her a little when Myst didn't follow immediately after.&nbsp; There were any number of possible reasons why Myst wouldn't head immediately to the room, but not all of them were benign.&nbsp; Some were even traitorous.&nbsp; Well, hopefully those wouldn't be any of the reasons.&nbsp; Maybe she just needed to finish something, or (like many people) wearing pants didn't allow her the full range of movement to travel quickly afforded those without them.<br><br>Once inside, she quickly noticed the other Troubleshooter and couldn't help but smile.&nbsp; She was definitely in the right place, then...not that there was much doubt.&nbsp; She gave him a smile and wave, saying, "Hello, I'm Vict-R-YYY-1."<br><br>When she spotted the cameras looking at her, she likewise gave a wave and smile.&nbsp; "Hello, Friend Computer.&nbsp; I'm here at B37 for the debriefing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>26-06-2014, 00:32:50</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/998e7f15f744d707e5851c9c2100e7c0/tumblr_n6qmruqza31sfjrdqo1_400.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Mask-R-ADE-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Deeply suspicious<br><strong>Location:</strong> That B37 room.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Vict-R-YYY-1<br><hr><br>Mask smiled disarmingly at Vict and murmured, "I'm Mask-R-ADE-1." He tried his best to carefuly shy out of as many camera views as possible and said, "It is good that we arrived early, then, unlike any possible latecoming traitors. Anyone arriving after us should be watched very closely." He didn't mention that they were seriously violating security clearance; no need for that. Vict was certainly a very good-looking clone, and with such interesting clothes, but...that did not make her trustworthy. She was very eager to announce her presence to the Computer....Mask grew nervous.<br><br>The man in green was calm it seemed, and Mask took care to not be overly loud or alert him. He was <em>waaaaay</em> beyond his security clearance right now, and if the Citizen in green was so inclined, he could turn them both into puddles of plasma on the floor....and get congratulated for it. He wondered if he could attack the Citizen in green and get to the computer bank in front of him...this would allow him to deal a frightfully wicked blow to the Computer...but how could he do so with Vict here?<br><br>He said pleasantly, "Vict, the citizen in green is probably who we should report in to. I bet if you unplugged him, you could explain why we are here." If Vict asked, then if they were in violation of security clearance, then hopefully...well, he didn't want to contemplate it too soon. He hoped she would agree to unplug the green Citizen first.<br><br>He <em>really</em> wanted access to the computer bank in front of that citizen...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>26-06-2014, 02:11:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/11936426573_53a6c20e82_z_zps045dcb47.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Red-R-ESS-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Like a rat in a Skinner box<br><strong>Location:</strong> Clone Quality Control Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alone<br><hr><br>Red-R-ESS-1 (or Red for short) was faithfully at her workstation like every other day. In front of her was a large viewing window, behind which the clone tanks scrolled past, made of transparent glass. Or at least, supposedly transparent glass, some really needed a cleaning to get rid of the algae or fungal or whatever sludge that was&nbsp; growing inside... it might not be healthy for the clone within... but wait, of course not! Red was no medical expert, certainly she wouldn't think this, since if these clone tanks were being used, obviously they were clean enough! She also had a monitor that displayed vital statistics and other critical information about each clone that was passing through her station.<br><br>Red's job was to ensure that every clone that passed through her station was of the highest, mutation-free quality. She had a big green ACCEPT button and a big red REJECT button on her desk. After a visual inspection of the clone as well as checking the statistics on her monitor to make sure that everything was as it should be, she was supposed to press the accept button if the clone passed her inspection, or the reject button to dispose of the clone if it failed quality control. Red was diligently carrying out her duty, scrutinizing each clone with a constipated look of intense concentration to prove how hard she was working. Of course, all the clones that passed through her station were of the highest quality, thanks to the hard work of all the enthusiastic and efficient workers at clone services, so she was hitting the accept button as quickly as each came up for inspection!<br><br>Then Red's PDC beeped and surprised her so much that she accidentally hit the reject button by accident - and on a perfectly good clone at that. Management wouldn't like that once they found out - wasted resources cost credits! Fortunately the message from Friend Computer Itself provided her with a way out. Her supervisor couldn't yell at her if she was out troubleshootin'. But before she left, she found a large and more importantly, heavy pile of paperwork and used it to keep the accept button pressed down, ensuring that the flow of clones would continue even without her direct supervision. After all, all the clones were already of the highest quality, and surely none would be defective and need to be rejected. Let it not be said that Red abandoned her post without activating a contingency plan when she went to serve Friend Computer more.<br><br>She called up the location of the closest B37 on her PDC as she left her workstation and started power-walking towards its location.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anon315</strong> on <strong>26-06-2014, 05:11:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/16ks1aw.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Doct-R-NIK-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Feeling smug, with hints of intelligence. Also rich beyond his wildest... okay well feeling less poor.<br><strong>Location:</strong> B3729 Sector PLX<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone at the proper place.<br><hr><br>Upon receiving the corrected and amended orders, not to mention the commendation and award to which he responded gracefully <strong>"Thank you, Friend Computer, I will"</strong>, Doct-R-NIK-1 heads down to the transtube line. After first ensuring that there are no catastrophic failures in the line which might cause him to be delayed or otherwise destroyed along the way, he takes it in the direction of the briefing room, without further incident as stated in a previous posting. Once there he reports in to whomever seems to be in charge, or waits for further instructions. Either way, he gets to the appointed room lest he be labeled a commie dissenter, a malcontent, or anything below his current rating of "Highly Adequate".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strangefate</strong> on <strong>26-06-2014, 05:46:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b2/Redoveralls.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Bat-R-REE<br><strong>Status:</strong> Reporting for Duty<br><strong>Location:</strong> B37 'Briefing Closet'<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Myst; OPEN<br><hr>Bat’s initial thought was that the briefing closet almost seemed too small for holding important meetings in.&nbsp; Fortunately, he was never one to let thought cloud his judgment for long.&nbsp; Questioning the briefing closet would be like questioning Friend Computer. And questioning Friend Computer was the habit of traitors, commies, insurrectionists, and the sort of people best communicated with only through the tip of a red hot laser barrel.&nbsp; <br><br>When Myst walked through the door, he scowled, about to tell her to scram, important meeting underway, when he noticed that she too was dressed in appropriately colored overalls.&nbsp; That was alright then.&nbsp; She must be a troubleshooter as well, he reasoned, possibly even almost as important as himself, only she didn’t have a bike, so probably not quite.&nbsp; He took a step to his left so that she could wedge herself into the room with him.&nbsp; As she pressed in closer, he found himself staring down at the swell of chest for reasons he could not quite fathom.&nbsp; Just checking to make sure her overalls were regulation fit perhaps.&nbsp; <br><br>“Hm,” Bat grunted, which seemed to cover things sufficiently.&nbsp; Words weren’t his strong suit.&nbsp; Silently, intensely, he waited for something to happen, and when after a minute nothing did, he cleared his throat before calling out, “Troubleshooters reporting for duty!”&nbsp; He attempted to puff out his chest impressively and place his hands on his hips for effect, but only ended banging his elbow against the wall and tangling his other sleeve up on his bike handle, and so had to content himself with simply letting his arms hang somewhat less impressively at his sides.&nbsp; “I hope we’re being sent to hunt down traitors.&nbsp; I can't stand traitors, can you?” he confided, both to impress the computer and as a way of making friendly conversation with his new partner, unless of course she was a traitor herself, which would just be awkward for both of them.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeli</strong> on <strong>26-06-2014, 07:19:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/455207ef6a49be3c0c12eb43317c7403_zpsefa6cc1c.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> MYST-R-OUS-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Cramped and annoyed<br><strong>Location:</strong> B37 in the VAT sector<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Bat<br><hr><em><br><em>Myst blinked a bit as she opened the door and found a fellow awesome-red overalled individual standing within the meeting room.&nbsp; That wasn't unusual, that was actually precisely what was to be expected.&nbsp; However, the meeting room being an inexplicable broom closet was decidedly NOT something which she had planned for.&nbsp; The man had somehow crammed both himself and a motorbike into the tiny room, to say nothing of the collection of mops which were already occupying the space.<br><br>As the man moved to the side, she squeezed her way into the mop closet, bending over slightly and stepping across the mops as she made room for herself within the enclosed space, several of the long mop-handles pressing into her stomach as she pushed her way within.&nbsp; She looked up at the man who was, not surprisingly, looking back down at her.&nbsp; She bit her lip slightly, trying to find the most elequent way of stating what was on her mind but, after a moment of consideration, decided that Friend Computer had not made her with eliquence, and attempting to utilize something which she had not a pre-disposition for would certainly be a form of treason.&nbsp; <br><br>The man spoke, asking her rather stupidly whether or not she hated traitors.&nbsp; Of course she hated traitors!&nbsp; It wasn't even a question, so what did it mean that it WAS a question?&nbsp; Was this man introducing the idea that traitors might not be hated?&nbsp; How had he been made a troubleshooter with such treasonous thoughts regarding traitors?&nbsp; Unless... he wasn't a troubleshooter!<br><br>Reaching forward, Myst grabbed the man's overalls and yanked them forward, sniffing them and examining them to determine whether or not they were legitimate overalls issued by Friend computer, or if she had found a troubleshooter spy!&nbsp; A moment later, it occurred to her that she should respond so as not to make the man suspicious, raising a hand and pointing up at the man's nose, or at least trying too.&nbsp; In actuality the degree to which her body was pressed into his made it rather difficult to manage to point at anything.&nbsp; Regardless, she answered </em>"Of course!&nbsp; Everyone hates traitors... I am even now wondering what treasonous architect did <em>this</em> to one of Friend Computer's briefing rooms?&nbsp; And who invited this bike in here?&nbsp; This bike and these mops clearly are not wearing the required overalls to be present for this briefing!"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>26-06-2014, 08:17:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/5489/tracysaffron.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Vict-R-YYY-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Wearing totally awesome Red coveralls!<br><strong>Location:</strong> The closest B37 room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mask<br><hr><br>Vict smiled brightly when he showed himself to be kind and considerate, yet when he wanted her to unplug the other man, she felt a bit confused.&nbsp; On the one hand, the Computer didn't respond or offer anything for the briefing, so that made sense.&nbsp; He was even kind enough to let her do it, allowing her to show her diligence and devotion.<br><br>Yet, she wasn't sure about the idea about unplugging someone.&nbsp; She'd heard that unplugging a person while they were already tapped in could be dangerous.&nbsp; No details, because it had only come up in another conversation and she couldn't really remember, but there it was.<br><br>She also wasn't entirely sure how the entire thing worked.&nbsp; She had a little bit of training in systems like the security blast fields, but most of that was just rote, and she'd probably have to guess more than anything else at other stuff.<br><br>Plagued by uncertainty, what she decided to do was a compromise in her brain.&nbsp; She moved over behind the Green worker and gently shook his shoulder.&nbsp; "Mister?" she asked.&nbsp; "We're here at B37.&nbsp; Are you ready for us?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>26-06-2014, 22:53:22</strong>
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				<strong>Vict-R-YYY-1</strong> and <strong>Mask-R-ADE-1</strong><br><br>Gently shaking the citizen in the Green uniform doesn't seem to disturb him. His eyes are wide open but they do not move. Vict-R-YYY-1, from this distance you see that tiny attachments clipped onto the cables leading to his temples are slowly dripping what looks like saline into his open eyes, which do occasionally blink slowly. There is also a drinking straw taped to the side of his face leading to the corner of his mouth. The three cables that are attached to him seem to screw into custom ports that are embedded into his skin.<br><br>Mask-R-ADE-1, as Vict is busy with the man in the chair you note that one of the cameras pointing toward you extends from the ceiling on a flexible mount and nudges its neighbor camera. The second camera seems to nod in recognition, then nudges the one next to it. The message is passed down the line until it gets to the end. After a few more seconds the cameras flip in unison, swiveling to point the camera lenses at the ceiling, away from you.<br><br>Oh, look at that! These must be some of those new TRX-818 BlindFire Security System Flip Cameras! Those are brand new from the ever-inventive folks over at R&amp;D, but you haven't seen one personally yet. Each unit is based around a standard security camera, but in order to save precious ceiling square centimeterage these units double as laser security posts! On the back of each camera is a green laser, most of which are pointing more or less in your direction. A side effect of the BlindFire Security System Flip Camera is, of course, that the targeting lenses are now essentially useless.<br><br>A green laser at this range would almost certainly prove deadly, should it hit. Unless one were wearing a Green reflec uniform or higher, that is. As you well know, Reflec uniforms are 100% effective at neutralizing laser fire at their own Clearance Level or lower, and 0% effective at higher levels.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>26-06-2014, 23:08:25</strong>
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				<strong>Red-R-ESS-1</strong><br><br>Approximately fifteen meters to the west of Clone Inspection Station 382U9 a room full of decanting machinery whirred, burbled and steamed, busily producing new clones for the service of Friend Computer. This was done under the careful supervision of a pipe wrench, wedged under the "Decant" lever, and multiple windings of black duct tape, fastening the various proportional chemical injectors into fixed configurations. After all, the hard-working folks down at QA would certainly filter out any substandard clones that happened to be produced, and the materials would be immediately recycled, so there really wasn't any harm done. And it was two-for-one ProtoShake night at the commissary!<br><br>Red-R-ESS-1, you smartly enter Room B37 after a brisk and invigorating walk through the sector. There is no lock on the door. You immediately draw the notice of four citizens sitting in black chairs around a black table in an otherwise featureless room. All four are dressed in Red clothing, though not the distinctive Troubleshooter uniform. All four of the citizens -- three men and one woman -- look up in alarm at your entrance, with the air of citizens having been caught doing something they're not supposed to do and then being interrupted by a Troubleshooter. In the middle of the table is an empty bottle of NearCola, lying on its side. One of the male citizens reacts quickly to your entrance, shoving something into his mouth and beginning to chew it quickly, as if to dispose of evidence.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>26-06-2014, 23:17:31</strong>
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				<strong>Doct-R-NIK-1</strong><br><br>You arrive at what seems to be the correct room, however you are the first one there. There is a single line of chairs on one side of the brightly lit room. Actually, most of the lights seem to be pointed directly at those chairs;&nbsp; you imagine it would be pretty blinding to sit in them. Five of the chairs are simple, plastic, and Red. One is a very plush recliner with Yellow fabric. Small extender arms protrude from the rear of the chair and hang over the front terminating in oscillating fans that would be pointed at whomever sat in this obviously <em>very </em>comfortable chair. The fans are whirring silently, and you realize that the room is quite warm. Except, you would imagine, if you were sitting in that chair. There is a drink holder inset in the arm of the comfy chair containing an iced beverage with a straw, and a small paper umbrella. Even in this warm room that beverage seems to remain cold, the ice still crisp and not melting. The comfy chair has a footrest, also Yellow. The footrest also looks comfortable.<br><br>On the other side of the room is an unadorned table with another chair behind it. That chair is black. All of the furniture in this room is bolted to the floor. On the table sits a clipboard containing several sheets of paper. The top piece of paper simply reads "<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">CLASSIFIED</span>" in big capital letters. Just like that.<br><br><br><br>(Faeli and Strangefate, I'm going to give you a bit to interact before anything unusual happens in your room.)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strangefate</strong> on <strong>27-06-2014, 02:32:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b2/Redoveralls.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Bat-R-REE<br><strong>Status:</strong> Overthinking it<br><strong>Location:</strong> B37 'Briefing Closet'<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Myst; OPEN<br><hr>Bat watched as the woman tugged at his overalls, sniffing at the reflective material, running it between her fingertips.&nbsp; This did not alarm him much.&nbsp; He'd been catching admiring glances from other citizens ever since he'd been issued them, glances usually reserved for his bicycle.&nbsp; Of course this woman did have her own pair so the novelty should have worn off somewhat.&nbsp; He attributed her behavior to overexcitement though, which was understandable, as they were about to shoot trouble for Friend Computer and was anything more rewarding than that?&nbsp; Also he was in a good mood.<br><br>At least until she questioned his bike.&nbsp; "The bike is mine," he answered gruffly, wrapping one of his big hands protectively around the handlebars.&nbsp; "It is a troublehshooter bike."&nbsp; It was an Armored Car Escort bike actually, but it belonged to a troubleshooter, namely him, so that was kind of the same thing.&nbsp; "The bike's loyalty cannot be questioned."&nbsp; He was firm on that but when he followed her gaze towards the collection of dirty mops, he had to grant he did not like the looks of them.&nbsp; "I can't vouch for the mops.&nbsp; Perhaps we should get rid of them.&nbsp; It could be a test."&nbsp; His hand reached to grab a mop and heave it from the room manfully, but stopped halfway.&nbsp; "…unless the test is to see whether we tamper with the room without Friend Computer's permission."<br><br>Suddenly there was too much thinking going on.&nbsp; Bat didn't like it.&nbsp; That was how trouble started, trouble that needed shooting to resolve.&nbsp; Once a person started thinking too much, their brain would lose all control, and before they knew it they'd start asking the sorts of questions only commies and traitors asked, and so have no choice but to turn themselves in to Friend Computer for proper disintegration.&nbsp; He'd seen it happen.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or maybe dreamed it.&nbsp; Or maybe he'd just made that all up right now.&nbsp; That's just the sort of confusion that happened with too much unregulated thinking.<br><br>Best put a stop to it, he decided, grabbing his PDC.&nbsp; "Friend Computer, this Troubleshooter Bat-R-REE-1 with…"&nbsp; He stared at Myst for several long moments, slowly realizing he didn't know her name.&nbsp; Suspicious.&nbsp; "…another troubleshooter from briefing room B37..."&nbsp; He popped his head out of the door to recite the rest of the digits.&nbsp; "…in the Vat sector.&nbsp; Reporting for duty.&nbsp; Awaiting instructions."&nbsp; A frown creased his face, feeling he'd left something important out.&nbsp; He touched the send button again.&nbsp; "What should we do with the mops?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeli</strong> on <strong>28-06-2014, 00:04:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/455207ef6a49be3c0c12eb43317c7403_zpsefa6cc1c.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> MYST-R-OUS-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Cramped and annoyed<br><strong>Location:</strong> B37 in the VAT sector<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Bat<br><hr><em><br><em>Myst placed an arm under her chest in a manner resembling crossing her arms.&nbsp; Unfortunately, she couldn't actually cross her arms since there really wasn't room enough for them both in the tight space between them - even crossing one arm forced her to lean back and press her hips forward just to free up the space!&nbsp; Additionally, her other hand was quite occupied holding up the man's bike, which she feared was about to fall upon her.&nbsp; She wasn't sure exactly how it would manage that as there wasn't enough room for it to fall, but she didn't trust the non-troubleshooter bike, and suspected it might be out to get her.&nbsp; "You know what makes me a troubleshooter?&nbsp; Well, aside from the awesome investigative instinct, the love and inspiration of Friend Computer, and all the granola bars?&nbsp; The overalls!&nbsp; My overalls make me a troubleshooter!&nbsp; Does the bike have awesome red overalls?"<br><br>As the man called Friend computer, Myst narrowed her eyes slightly.&nbsp; He had introduced himself to Friend Computer... does that mean Friend Computer didn't know who he was?&nbsp; Why would that be, all troubleshooters were known to Friend Computer, so... if Friend Computer didn't know this man, then that meant the man wasn't a troubleshooter!&nbsp; Yet... his overalls seemed legitimate... it was probably that bike, that bike was corrupting Bat and making him unknown to Friend Computer!&nbsp; <br><br>After the call was complete, Myst nodded towards Bat, deciding to help him see the truth.</em>&nbsp; "I believe we need to take your bike in for questioning!&nbsp; It is clearly impersonating a troubleshooter by being here, and notice how it has avoiding speaking so as not to draw attention to itself?&nbsp; Highly suspicious."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anon315</strong> on <strong>28-06-2014, 05:55:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/16ks1aw.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Doct-R-NIK-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Plotting. Wishing there was not two colors between him and that comfy chair.<br><strong>Location:</strong> B3729 Sector PLX<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone at the proper place.<br><hr><br>It is decided that a chair will not be taken until all are in the room, the better to monitor for possible commie activity and infiltration. Much though he hates drawing attention to himself this much, he doesn't know what to do and does not wish to be seen as a slacker. He looks carefully at his PDC for a moment before speaking. <strong>"Friend Computer, I am at room B3729 in sector PLX, it seems as though the others might have been sidetracked by the commie interference on the previous message. Should I take any particular action, or wait here for the further instructions of the debriefing individual? There is also a classified clipboard which I have not investigated as I am uncertain whether I have permission to, I thought I would alert you to the oversight that left it unsecured. I await further instruction that I might fulfill your will."</strong> He hated relying on friend computer so much, especially when that sort of thing was bound to bite him in the backside if he did so repeatedly. It was his desire currently to stay out of the blinding hot chair as long as possible, and also to get in as little trouble as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 02:12:40</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/998e7f15f744d707e5851c9c2100e7c0/tumblr_n6qmruqza31sfjrdqo1_400.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Mask-R-ADE-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Scared shitless and thinking quickly<br><strong>Location:</strong> That B37 room.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Vict-R-YYY-1, the Green citizen<br><hr><br>The only chance he had at not being turned into a puddle of plasma&nbsp; by those BlindFire security lasers was if he either...<br><br>A) Dodged them. Which seemed unlikely.<br>or<br>B) Had green reflec coveralls. <br><br>...he didn't have time to try to recall if the citizen in green was in reflec coveralls or just dressed in general in green, but Mask dove towards the citizen, intending to use him as a shield if he could. He wasn't sure if Vict had thought of that yet, but if the green lasers hit her...there would be no one to see him access the computer bank, assuming it didn't get fried by lasers of course.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 06:11:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/5489/tracysaffron.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Vict-R-YYY-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Wearing totally awesome Red coveralls!<br><strong>Location:</strong> The closest B37 room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mask<br><hr><br>Surprised and confused by the sudden predicament, Vict put up her hands and stepped out into the opening with all the nonthreatening nature she could manage.&nbsp; "Friend Computer?" she asked.&nbsp; "We're here in B37 like you asked.&nbsp; Is everything all right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 06:47:23</strong>
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				<strong>Doct-R-NIK-1</strong><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/67/Cobie23.jpg)</div><br>There is no response from Friend Computer, despite the omnipresent speaker grilles embedded into the walls of the room. Rather, after a few uncomfortable minutes the door opens again to reveal a woman in Orange uniform. The markings on her collar show her to be a member of Internal Security, although the other markings are indecipherable to you. The woman nods quickly to you but doesn't speak. She moves to the chair behind the table at the front of the room and sits. The woman holds an electronic clipboard and a stylus, and from time to time she will look at you and then make notes which you cannot see.<br><br>She waits for as long as necessary for you to speak, and then interrupts you immediately. This might take some time.<br><br>"Please have a seat, Doct-R-NIK-1." She shoots a meaningful glance at the comfortable chair, and then returns to staring at you.<br><br><br><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>There is no response to Bat-R-EE-1's inquiry to The Computer.<br><br>However, just when it seems that things could not grow more uncomfortable, the door slides open. Standing on the other side is an Infrared clone, dressed in black (of course) carrying a used food mop. The mop drips with green algae. Maybe it's blue-green. It's difficult to tell in this light. The man looks panicked. His eyes bug out as he looks at you, but then quickly comes to a decision. The clone steps forward into the closet, as best as he is able, and the door slides shut behind him.<br><br>Unfortunately the only way that he is physically able to enter is to take to his hands and knees on the floor. Even then he ends up pushing up under Myst-R-OUS-1's posterior, pressing her body against Bat-R-REE-1's, and eliminating the last few cubic centimeters of free space in the room. It is becoming quite warm, due both to inadequate ventilation and the presence of an unforeseen number of bodies in this space.<br>"Please! I can't go back to Re-Education!" the clone pleads. "I was going to wash the mops today! The InspectionBot is coming, and if he finds you here..." Evidently the fate is too dire even to consider, as the clone beneath you dissolves into whimpering and incoherent whining.<br><br><br><strong>Vict-R-YYY-1</strong> and <strong>Mask-R-ADE-1</strong><br><br>It's a sticky situation, all right. At least a dozen of the TRX-818 BlindFire Security System Flip Cameras, and few places to hide. The Green citizen's uniform should prove an ample shield against such laser bolts -- all uniforms at Green level and above, even ceremonial ones, have reflec capability built into them as a standard precaution against overzealous Red Troubleshooters. Mask easily takes shelter beneath the Green citizen's limp form. Well, "easily" is perhaps a bit of an overstatement. It takes quite a bit of manhandling to interpose yourself between the high-tech chair and the computer operator's body. But you're able to do it, eventually, and without alerting the Citizen at all.<br><br>To both of your considerable relief, the laser turrets seem to be quite blind in this configuration, and begin tracking somewhat aimlessly around the room. Now it's a relatively small room, so if they were to fire everything would almost certainly be perforated, but it's a degree of comfort in a harsh and unfeeling world. For a moment.<br><br>So the lasers fire. That happens. It's a thing that occurs. At least a dozen bolts of destructive high frequency energy, lances of instant annihilation stabbing through the room in a matrix of death and destruction. It lasts only a few seconds, and is a sight to behold.<br><br>The Computer, by the way, seems to not take too much notice of Vict's question. That's worth noting.<br><br>The Green citizen proves impermeable to Green laser fire. Things work as advertised! It's a good thing. Mask is safe beneath his human shield.<br><br>The banks of Computer equipment are instantly fried. Several of them light on fire spontaneously. Even some of them that weren't hit, in sympathy for their peers. Soon the room is a conflagration of burning plastic and metal, until the fire suppression systems kick in, filling the room with white foam. Alarms go off, as they are wont to do, and the doors slide open to admit incoming fire prevention personnel, who ought to be here in twenty minutes or so unless there are other emergencies for them to attend to.<br><br>The Green citizen awakes, suddenly, but seems rather confused and taken aback by events. His words, roughly, are "What the...!" and he squirms on top of Mask.<br><br>That about covers it for status updates. Oh... except for Vict-R-YYY-1...<br><br><strong>Vict-R-YYY-2</strong><br><br>You awake in the clone decanting center. It's difficult to tell what time it is, but your PDC is indicating that you have an important Troubleshooting assignment in BRIEFING ROOM B3729 SECTOR PLX. You have all of your Troubleshooting equipment with you. Just on the other side of the room you see a team busily decanting other clones, many of whom seem to have extra limbs. You're thankful you're not one of those unfortunates. Must be a problem with QA.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">It's sort of in the nature of this game that people will die and new clones will be activated. There's no real hard and fast ruling about whether you have the memories of your past clones. Logically you wouldn't, but it's a pain the ass to play that way. So we postulate some sort of quasi-mystic "soul" concept which lets us continue playing with all of the memories of your past clones up to the moment of your death. Trust me, it's better if you don't think about it too hard.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 06:57:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/5489/tracysaffron.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Vict-R-YYY-2<br><strong>Status:</strong> Alive!<br><strong>Location:</strong> Clone Decanting Sector<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Well, that didn't go well at all.&nbsp; Hopefully Friend Computer was all right, though.&nbsp; But then, this place was huge, and he did tend to be busy.<br><br>After dressing in her outfit and coveralls, she went off immediately towards BRIEFING ROOM B3729 SECTOR PLX.&nbsp; She wondered if Mask was all right as well, but since he wasn't appearing, no doubt he hadn't been vaporized.&nbsp; Was that because he'd tricked her, though, or because he'd done everything properly and she hadn't immediately unplugged the man?<br><br>Well, no point worrying about it now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anon315</strong> on <strong>30-06-2014, 00:34:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/16ks1aw.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Doct-R-NIK-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Worrying. Warm. Other W-things.<br><strong>Location:</strong> B3729 Sector PLX<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Orange IntSec individual.<br><hr><br>Doct-R-NIK-1 looks at the new addition to the room. Her brusque movements and patterns of speech worry him, and he complies by taking one of the red chairs though he does not like doing so and tries to shield his eyes from the harsh light with a hand. <strong>"Is this relating to the briefing for my troubleshooter assignment, or a separate matter? If I may be allowed to know, of course. I make no presumptions about my authority to ask such questions, and was only seeking clarification that I might better compartmentalize my thinking."</strong> Never a man satisfied with 3 words when 20 would suffice was old Doct-R-NIK-1. The truth would out. Was she here to monitor the meeting and ensure nothing improper occurred? Was he being investigated for some perceived misdeed? Had the chickens finally come home to roost for that thing he did that one time that he couldn't properly recall right now because the pressure was so intense and WHY did the lights have to be so bright and so hot and this chair was simply miserable...<br><br>He breathed, very carefully, calmly, and warmly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeli</strong> on <strong>30-06-2014, 07:24:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/455207ef6a49be3c0c12eb43317c7403_zpsefa6cc1c.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> MYST-R-OUS-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Cramped and annoyed<br><strong>Location:</strong> B37 in the VAT sector<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Bat<br><hr><em><br><em>Myst let out a loud squawk of annoyance as the third interloper forced his way into the conference-room-disguised-as-a-closet.&nbsp; The cook... or mop cleaner... or re-education failure... or WHATEVER it was she was had scooted in without so much as a by-your leave and currently had her shoulder shoving rather uncomfortably up between the troubleshooter's legs.&nbsp; It was an odd sensation, and odd sensations tended to be bad, but nonetheless did not actually feel bad.&nbsp; This worried her.&nbsp; She knew that the appropriate, Friend Computer approved response was to blasterily eject the woman from the room since this room was highly classified but... she kind of wanted to let the girl continue to struggle and shift her shoulder back and forth.<br><br>Looking up, she looked straight into the face of Bat, biting her lip slightly even as she tumbled forward, her form pressing against him haphazardly since her balance was all screwed up.&nbsp; Thinking back on it, she considered that, even if she wanted to blastify the cook, she really didn't have much of an angle to do so, and that seemed extremely suspicious!&nbsp; First the woman causes her to feel tingles in bits that had never before tingled, and now she was apparently an extremely talented strategist.<br><br>Myst squirmed her hands a bit, but couldn't get her Personal Digital Communicator to a position where it could be used, so she instead reached up and grabbed Bat's, saying clippily into it.&nbsp; </em>"Attention VAT Sector Security.&nbsp; Individual avoiding Re-education process located and detained within VAT B37.&nbsp; Please send detention bot to collect."<br><br><em>Score one for troubleshooting!</em></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>30-06-2014, 18:51:07</strong>
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				<strong>Doct-R-NIK-1</strong> and <strong>Vict-R-YYY-2</strong><br><br>(Time flies when you're being vaporized, and so we'll arbitrarily advance Vict along her way in order to encourage further interactions.)<br><br>Doc, as you sit in one of the red chairs you think you might see the smallest possible expression of satisfaction on the face of the woman in Orange. She immediately makes a mark on her clipboard as if you've just passed a test. "All in good time, Doct-R-NIK-1," she says while continuing to study you intently. Her unwavering gaze combined with the harsh light in your eyes makes your current experience feel more like an interrogation than a briefing. Except that she's not asking any questions yet. Also, the red chair is very uncomfortable. It seems to have been designed specifically to rub against your posterior in an irritating fashion no matter how you position yourself, and you discover that the two front legs are shorter than the ones in the rear, leaving you in danger of slipping forward out of the seat if you should relax your legs for a moment.<br><br>Just at that moment the door slides open to admit Vict-R-YYY-2. The woman in Orange turns to you, Vict. "Please have a seat, Vict-R-YYY-2." She shoots a meaningful glance at the comfortable chair, and then returns to staring at you. You have the feeling she's done this before.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 00:49:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/5489/tracysaffron.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Vict-R-YYY-2<br><strong>Status:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> B3729 SECTOR PLX<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Doct-R-NIK-1<br><hr><br>Glancing around, she gave both of them a smile before taking a seat in the comfortable chair.&nbsp; Although she considered introducing herself, it seemed rather silly since her name had already been given.&nbsp; Hopefully others would give their names as well, but it seemed rude to ask.&nbsp; She guessed that she wasn't supposed to worry about such minor details.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strangefate</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 10:15:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b2/Redoveralls.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Bat-R-REE<br><strong>Status:</strong> Man of Action<br><strong>Location:</strong> B37 'Briefing Closet'<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Myst; OPEN<br><hr>A dark cloud came over Bat’s face as another figure crowded into the briefing closet.&nbsp; Part of his anger was due to the fact the clone was not wearing regulation red troubleshooter overalls and so had no right to be here at this meeting with far more important clones like himself.&nbsp; And part of it was also do to the fact he had now had blue-green algae dripping onto his head from the filthy mop.&nbsp; This was turning out to be a difficult mission.&nbsp; Obviously Friend Computer did not believe in going easy on the new recruits.&nbsp; <br><br>Bat’s fists suddenly itched for a punchable object.&nbsp; Actually they didn’t really itch.&nbsp; The nerves in that part of his hands were mostly shot having slammed them too often into various traitorous objects, such as slack-jawed civilians who wandered in front of the armored escort convoys or breakroom vending machines that refused to disgorge his favorite Protein Flavo-Bar despite receiving the appropriate amount of credits.&nbsp; The point is he was growing very tired of standing around thinking, something that never got anyone anywhere in this life.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Luckily the other smaller suspiciously-jealous-of-his-bike troubleshooter reacted with amazing quickness, amazing to Bat anyways, grabbing his PDC and informing Security that there was a miscreant huddled between their feet, cringing and weeping traitorously.&nbsp; Now to be outdone, he reached out to grab the mop-neglecting criminal, an awkward process which involved bending over so that the side of his face was pressed firmly against Myst’s chest and his arms wrapped around her slender waist, grabbing the clone’s jumpsuit by the collar.&nbsp; “Stop trying to resist, creep!”&nbsp; Resist might be a strong word for the wretched crying ball curled up on the floor but still.&nbsp; The risk was clearly there.&nbsp; “This is for your own good!&nbsp; Friend Computer requires clean mops and yours…”&nbsp; A dollop of algae dropped down onto his back, spattering over his sleek red overalls.&nbsp; “…are clearly in violation.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>02-07-2014, 06:39:07</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/998e7f15f744d707e5851c9c2100e7c0/tumblr_n6qmruqza31sfjrdqo1_400.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Mask-R-ADE-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Improvising<br><strong>Location:</strong> That B37 room.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> The Green Citizen<br><hr><br>Thinking quickly after the lasers fired, Mask's eyes looked at the computer bank, which was fried. Mission borked there, so it seemed. There was little to do other than try to salvage the situation. And lie. After all, survivors were the ones who wrote the truth, right? He smiled and began the litany of his heroics.<br><br>"Fellow citizen! I caught a traitor trying to access your station! I was going to warn you, but happily, the efficient BlindFire system, made by our glorious Friend Computer, destroyed the traitor before she managed to bring you to harm. Tell me, can you open the door? I am a member of IntSec, and the Friend Computer has asked me to report to a B37 room; and I mistakenly found this room....which was lucky for you, sir, or you might have been grievously hurt!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>02-07-2014, 20:51:18</strong>
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				<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 onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">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 onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeli</strong> on <strong>02-07-2014, 23:17:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/455207ef6a49be3c0c12eb43317c7403_zpsefa6cc1c.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> MYST-R-OUS-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Cramped and annoyed<br><strong>Location:</strong> B37 in the VAT sector<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Bat<br><hr><em><br><em>Myst leapt into the air as the containment drone did its dirty-work, without accidently collecting any part of her clothing!&nbsp; There had certainly been instances in the past where she had finished a day of work looking rather like Vict due to a particularly clingie rehabilitation candidate.&nbsp; As she reached the peak of her leap, a system-defined peak as her head struck the ceiling, she nonetheless shouted </em>"Best Troubleshooters Ever!" <em>before she came down.<br><br>As she descended, her body slid across Bat's and her breasts all but slapped across his face in the tight quarters, causing a yelp of pain to issue from the young technican.&nbsp; Reaching up, she gently massaged the pain from her breasts and glared up. </em>"Hey!&nbsp; A falling technican is meant to have right of way!&nbsp; If you aren't planning on catching me, at least ensure I don't hurt myself against that chisled jawbone of yours!"<br><br><em>She issues a slight hrmph, then glances down at her PDC.</em>&nbsp; "In any event, it appears as though Friend Computer has deemed that we have fulfilled his will here, shall we go to this next location?&nbsp; I <em>suppose</em> I may be willing to let you escort me on that suspicious bike of yours.&nbsp; Maybe.&nbsp; If you ask nicely."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strangefate</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 11:54:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b2/Redoveralls.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Bat-R-REE<br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Eyeing a Loyalty Merit Badge, greedily <br><strong>Location:</strong> B37 'Briefing Closet' -&gt; B37(lots of numbers) Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Myst; OPEN<br><hr>Bat straightened as he exited the briefing closet, swiping globs of algae off his overalls and not even feeling bad about it.&nbsp; Normally that sort of thing might have made him itch to punch someone.&nbsp; (That was, admittedly, a persistent sort of itch he had and something of a default position.)&nbsp; It was clear they had passed their troubleshooter entry exam in high style though, and he couldn’t help a grin as the sentry bot carried the bleating Infrared away, his mewling traitorous cries drowned out by the pleasing sounds of triumphant patriotism.<br><br>It was good day to be alive.<br><br>“One hundred credits, hot dog,” Bat mused while speculating just how excellent a loyalty merit badge would look adorning the collar of his overalls.&nbsp; Between that and his bike it would be hard for any clone not to be impressed when he entered a room.&nbsp; This was going even better than expected.<br><br>He glanced at his partner as she again cast aspersions on his bike and strangely didn’t feel the desire to sock her in the jaw.&nbsp; This would have shocked his fellow Armored Bike Escorts and even he had trouble explaining it.&nbsp; He decided it was because she had acted so quickly to apprehend the mop traitor, an impressive display of off-the-cuff troubleshooting, and that it had nothing at all to do with the way her chest mounds had felt when they’d rubbed across his face.&nbsp; Why would it, after all?&nbsp; <br><br>“Erm, yeah, alright then,” he grumbled, grabbing the handlebars of his not-even-remotely-suspicious bicycle as he started off towards the designated briefing room.&nbsp; “Lets get going.”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 23:54:26</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/998e7f15f744d707e5851c9c2100e7c0/tumblr_n6qmruqza31sfjrdqo1_400.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Mask-R-ADE-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Running away and back to task!<br><strong>Location:</strong> In route to B3729, Sector PLX<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>PDC had saved his butt; Mask darted out of the room, leaving the Green Citizen exceedingly over-occupied with his lack of a hand, leaving the remnants of all that destruction and debacle with the BlindFire lasers, and bolting down the hall before the fire team could come in and fix everything. He notes that this time Friend Computer was far more specific with the room and the sector, so Mask has a better idea of where to go. Part of him is wary, but he figures that the Green Citizen was very occupied, and Vict got zapped by lasers, so no one would think him traitorous, certainly?<br><br><del>He is resoundingly satisfied with the destruction in the Node...what a marvelous way to start the day....although he could not dare to think it.</del><br><br>He makes his way to the appropriate sector, attempting to find the room, hoping that he can slip inside and get on with whatever this mission is supposed to be. Part of him is uneasy, knowing that Vict probably has a new clone out who was also probably told to report to a B37 room...but he figured he could jump that hurdle later...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>07-07-2014, 05:07:56</strong>
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				<strong>Who</strong>: <strong>Myst-R-OUS-1</strong> and <strong>Bat-R-REE-1</strong> and <strong>Mask-R-ADE-1</strong> and <strong>Vict-R-YYY-2</strong> and <strong>Doct-R-NIK-1</strong><br><strong>Where</strong>: BRIEFING ROOM B3729 SECTOR PLX<br><strong>Why</strong>: TBD<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/67/Cobie23.jpg)</div><br>At long last, all six young Troubleshooters make their way to the correct briefing room. If, that is, you count Bat-R-REE-1's bicycle as a Troubleshooter. Which we do not.<br><br>At long last, five young Troubleshooters make their way to the correct briefing room. Red-R-ESS-1 seems unavoidably detained. Was she vaporized? Abducted by Commies? Called away to an important Secret Society meeting? Only time will tell...<br><br>The briefing officer, in her Orange uniform, evaluates you each with a cool and practiced glare as you enter the briefing room. Her movements are sharp and efficient, her expression unreadable, her hair perfect. Occasionally she puts a finger to one ear as if listening to instructions, but even careful inter-cranial examination (should you choose to perform such an operation) would reveal no device present. The room is uncomfortably warm, made doubly so by the harsh overhead lights should any of the rest of you choose to take an uncomfortable seat. For a full description of the inherent unpleasantness of these seats, scroll upward and pretend that you're Doct-R-NIK-1, just for few moments. Now come back, and just be yourself. Relax.<br><br>"Please take a seat," the woman in Orange instructs.<br><br>Once you are all settled, she proceeds.<br><br>"In response to your question, Doct-R-NIK-1, the answer is 'Yes'. We will begin the briefing now. Welcome, Troubleshooters." Her voice is cold and mechanical, and you do not feel especially welcome. "You have been moved to active duty in response to a threat to Alpha Complex of dire consequence and immediate urgency. Friend Computer feels that your unique set of skills and lack of prior experience will be critical in resolving this situation without further damage to the infrastructure of the Complex. It is believed that your dearth of field experience will prove to be an advantage in isolating the cause of the disturbance and correcting said disturbance."<br><br>"There have been confirmed reports of odd behavior among the Citizens of Sector XTC. The behavior is characterized as 'disturbing' but 'non-violent'. Additional details are not available at your clearance level. Given the possibility of chemical or biological contamination as a result of the deployment of Communist weapons of mass destruction, the sector has been temporarily sealed. Your team is instructed to enter the sector, determine the cause of the disturbances, and correct the situation." <br><br>"Are there any questions? If not, we will proceed with the assignment of Mandatory Bonus Duties."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Vict, do you drink any of the refreshing bubbly chilled beverage located conveniently in your armrest?<br><br>Bat, what has become of your bicycle? Exactly.<br><br>Mask, do you tell anyone about the bomb in your boot? (Everyone else: This is a joke. Mask does not have a bomb in his boot. Probably.)<br><br>Myst, based upon your skill in reading people, you are pretty sure that the briefing officer has no idea about the specifics of the problem in Sector XTC.<br><br>Doc, keep on keeping on. Everything's groovy.<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>07-07-2014, 06:09:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/5489/tracysaffron.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Vict-R-YYY-2<br><strong>Status:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> B3729 SECTOR PLX<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Agent Orange<br><hr><br>Vict listened in silence as the information was given.&nbsp; Not having specific information was a bit problematic but ultimately understandable: word wasn't going to spread because whoever was involved with this idea didn't want other sectors getting the idea of whatever the problem behavior was.&nbsp; Once they were sealed in, no doubt they'd find out soon enough.<br><br>Naturally, though, that made it rather difficult to ask any questions.&nbsp; "I have no questions," she responded simply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>09-07-2014, 02:57:47</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/998e7f15f744d707e5851c9c2100e7c0/tumblr_n6qmruqza31sfjrdqo1_400.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Mask-R-ADE-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> On the job<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room B3729, Sector PLX<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone, possibly? Orange citizen in particular, though.<br><hr><br>Mask knew better than to question the Orange citizen, but he could feel the anxiety build up at the commentary of mass weapons, the sector of of XTC being sealed off, the potential that unbeknownst to himself someone could even put a bomb in his boot (although he was sure no such thing had happened)...and none of them having field experience? Part of him wished he could go back to that incorrect room and let those BlindFire security lasers finish him and all of his clones off; he wasn't sure if they'd be able to pull off this mission.<br><br>As much as he did <del>not</del> like Friend Computer, he did feel concern for the safety of all in Alpha Complex, so he knew he would accept this mission. He frowned and briefly surveyed the other Troubleshooters in the room...and noticed Vict. He kept his smile up, his eye twitching nervously for a minute before addressing the Orange in charge. He hoped that they all really did have the skillsets needed to succeed, although teamwork would be a challenge, as he'd not met these other Troubleshooters before that he could recall.<br><br>"I have no further questions about the actual goal of the mission. Asking any further details would be above my security clearance, as you stated, and I am loyal. I would like to ask if there is any eperimental test equipment that Friend Computer needs field tested, though," Mask asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeli</strong> on <strong>10-07-2014, 01:01:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/455207ef6a49be3c0c12eb43317c7403_zpsefa6cc1c.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> MYST-R-OUS-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Cramped and annoyed<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the super-correct briefing room!<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> People reading this post<br><hr><em><br>Myst grinned from one ear to the other ear.&nbsp; Well, not literally of course, that would either be impossible or would reveal she had some sort of weird snake genes, and snake genes could not love Friend Computer, so she certainly didn't have any of those.&nbsp; As she sat in her chair she kicked her legs back and forth eagerly, then looked slightly panicked when the orange-clad briefing officer told her to have a seat.&nbsp; She had already sat down!<br><br>Should she stand up and sit down again?&nbsp; That would be tantamount to admitting that Friend Computer's agent had given her unnecessary instructions... should she ignore the order?&nbsp; No, she should never ignore Friend Computer's orders!<br><br>Wait, maybe the woman had not meant that she should sit down.&nbsp; Those were commie traitor thoughts, since they implied the woman were not paying attention.&nbsp; No, the woman meant that Myst should literally take a seat.&nbsp; Reaching to the side, Myst took one of the seats and picked it up, placing it in her lap and effectively sandwiching herself between the seat she had taken and the seat she was taking. </em>"Thank you!"<em>[/color] she said, since it never hurt to be polite.<br><br>When the woman asked whether or not she had questions, she shook her head.&nbsp; Asking questions prior to the end of a briefing was rude, and she was not a rude person.&nbsp; People who were rude to those who gave them assignments were commies.&nbsp; Or mutants.&nbsp; Or traitors.&nbsp; Probably some combination of all three.<br><br>She smiled to herself for having seen through the Orange-woman's test to root out mutant commie traitors.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 20:33:09</strong>
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				<strong>Who</strong>: <strong>Myst-R-OUS-1</strong> and <strong>Bat-R-REE-1</strong> and <strong>Mask-R-ADE-1</strong> and <strong>Vict-R-YYY-2</strong> and <strong>Doct-R-NIK-1</strong><br><strong>Where</strong>: BRIEFING ROOM B3729 SECTOR PLX<br><strong>Why</strong>: TBD<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/67/Cobie23.jpg)</div><br>"Experimental equipment will be assigned by the assigned Experimental Equipment Assignation Officer, whom you will meet with in due course. Your request has been noted, Mask-R-ADE-1." The officer peruses her clipboard for a moment, then continues.<br><br>"As there are no questions, we will proceed with the assignment of Mandatory Bonus Duties. Mandatory Bonus Duties are entirely voluntary means by which you can express your devotion to the success of the mission by taking on additional authority. Each of you will be given this opportunity which can, of course, be declined should you feel that you are not equal to the required challenge." Her tone leaves little doubt that each of you will be supremely equal to the challenge.<br><br>"Normally you would be asked to complete a Mandatory Bonus Duty Determination Test 88-9b. However, as the current situation is a dire emergency, and as some of you," and here she glares pointedly at all of you at once, which is a neat trick, "experienced delay preventing you from attending this briefing punctually, I have asked for and received clearance to use the official MBD backup determination procedure."<br><br>A metal panel in the wall slides open and extrudes a long thin shelf. Upon the shelf are six attractive and well-designed badges, designed to be affixed to a Troubleshooter uniform using the tube of MBD Badge Adhesive, which also sits upon the shelf. <br><br>"For having shown initiative and insight in the face of an obvious loyalty test, the position of Team Leader is hereby assigned to Vict-R-YYY-2. Congratulations, Vict-R-YYY-2." The briefing officer holds up a badge emblazoned with the easily recognizable symbol of Troubleshooter leadership.<br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Paranoia_leader.jpg)</div><br>"You will be responsible for offering guidance, advice and counseling to the other members of your team in any stressful situations you might encounter. In addition, you will serve as the tactical situation commander in the unlikely event that a combat situation should occur."<br><br>"Now as to the rest of you, please select an MBD from those remaining. Or, if you wish, remain seated and decline the opportunity to serve Friend Computer in this manner."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">To anyone who wishes to take a closer look at the badges</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Paranoia_loyalty.jpg) Loyalty Officer<br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Paranoia_hygiene.jpg) Hygiene Officer<br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Paranoia_happiness.jpg) Happiness Officer<br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/Paranoia_communications.jpg) Communications Officer<br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Paranoia_equipment.jpg) Equipment Guy<br></div></div><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 21:08:32</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/998e7f15f744d707e5851c9c2100e7c0/tumblr_n6qmruqza31sfjrdqo1_400.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Mask-R-ADE-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Badge-selecting!<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room B3729, Sector PLX<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Orange citizen<br><hr><br>Mask felt a chill go down his spine about his request being noted. And about Vict being the team leader...her succeeding a loyalty test as well made him squirm. But it was time to focus on his duties, those Mandatory Bonus Duties, and find a requisite way to devote himself to success. He spoke up to select his badge, hoping that this was not a loyalty test in and of itself (selecting the wrong badge felt like it would get him annihilated for sure), "Considering my background with IntSec, I humbly request to take on the Mandatory Bonus Duty of Happiness Officer in order to better serve Friend Computer." The thought made his skin crawl about serving, but this was in his area of expertise...and his unique abilities were less likely to be noticed in a job where he was supposed to make people happy anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeli</strong> on <strong>15-07-2014, 06:16:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/455207ef6a49be3c0c12eb43317c7403_zpsefa6cc1c.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> MYST-R-OUS-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Totally Communicating!<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the super-correct briefing room!<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> People reading this post<br><hr><em><br>Myst saluted smartly as her name was called.&nbsp; Well, she saluted smartly when her name -should have- been called, because saluting was a skill and not one that she had reason to withhold from her newly found compatriots.<br><br>A slight glimmer of confused passed through her mind as Vict was named team leader, that one couldn't even figure out how to get dressed!&nbsp; Nor had she communicated with her super-best-troubleshooting buddy before running off randomly.&nbsp; Regardless though, it wasn't her place to question Friend Computer, it was her place to question people who were -not- Friend Computer.<br><br>As the badges came out, Myst eagerly went over to them and smiled, leaping up slightly and raising her hand before talking without waiting to be called on:&nbsp; </em>"Oh!&nbsp; I am totally good at talking, I should have the talking a lot badge!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>15-07-2014, 08:00:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/5489/tracysaffron.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Vict-R-YYY-2<br><strong>Status:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> B3729 SECTOR PLX<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Agent Orange<br><hr><br>Being glared at for being late made her squirm a bit.&nbsp; She'd tried her best, and she'd even died as a result.&nbsp; Part of her wondered whether Friend Computer wanted to help her by killing her so she'd get there faster, but that didn't make a lot of sense.&nbsp; Well, it didn't really matter now.<br><br>Getting the leadership badge, however, got a bright smile of delighted surprise upon her face.&nbsp; "Thank you," she said eagerly, accepting the badge and pinning it to her shirt.<br><br>This day sure had a lot of ups and downs, but right now she felt fantastic.&nbsp; Hopefully all the bad stuff was over and the rest would be easy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strangefate</strong> on <strong>15-07-2014, 09:05:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b2/Redoveralls.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Bat-R-REE<br><strong>Status:</strong> Waiting impatiently for the Badge adhesive <br><strong>Location:</strong> B37(lots of numbers) Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> OPEN<br><hr>Bat had seated himself at the very end of one of the rows of stiff backed chairs.&nbsp; That way he could keep a protective hand on the handlebars of his bike throughout the orientation.&nbsp; (Because of course he brought it into the briefing room with him, are you kidding me?&nbsp; What, was he just going to leave in the hallway where anyone could place their grubby mitts on it?&nbsp; Not likely!)&nbsp; There was a grave look on his broad flat face as the woman gave her speech, nodding when it seemed appropriate, agreeing where it seemed appropriate to agree, which was everywhere, pretty much.<br><br>When it came time for badges he was slightly irked to find a distressing lack of punching or bicycle-related duties on offer, which were his chief skills, honed from years of practice.&nbsp; Clearly troubleshooting was going to stretch him to his very limits.&nbsp; Bat was ready though, and took the Loyalty Badge without a grumble of complaint.&nbsp; How could you go wrong with a badge that stated your loyalty upfront?&nbsp; &nbsp;It seemed like the obvious choice, so much so that he wondered why the others had avoided it.&nbsp; Was there something about Loyalty they didn’t like the sounds of?&nbsp; Suspicious.<br><br>That was the way he had to think now.&nbsp; Actually that was the way he thought most of the time, anyways.&nbsp; He was pretty sure he would be good at sniffing out disloyalty.&nbsp; He already had this Vict woman in his crosshairs.&nbsp; It seemed highly suspicious to him that she had been selected for leader when it seemed obvious to Bat that Bat would have been the best choice.&nbsp; &nbsp;Myst was a more difficult case.&nbsp; She was clearly enormously clever -- he still couldn’t quite figure out why she placed a chair on her lap during the briefing; that was the kind of high level thinking he was dealing with here -- and cleverness was not to be trusted.&nbsp; So far though she had harnessed it in the service of Friend Computer.&nbsp; She’d require close watching though.<br><br>At least he was certain he could trust the one applying the Happiness badge to his overalls.&nbsp; Everyone knew that a happy clone was always a loyal clone.&nbsp; <br><br>Or was it the other way around?&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anon315</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 03:37:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/16ks1aw.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Doct-R-NIK-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Serene. Stable. Suspicious.<br><strong>Location:</strong> B3729 Sector PLX<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Orange IntSec individual, Others in Room<br><hr><br>Doct-R-NIK-1 makes no hint of what he might do. Was he going to sit and wait until he was determined as unhelpful to friend computer? Certainly not. He was considering loyalty officer, as he had arrived promptly rather than all of these other commie sympathizers. The other one had taken that though while he was pondering the possibilities. The remaining options leave very little of desirable nature and he certainly wasn't the equipment guy, they had one of those coming. That apparently left him the task of Hygiene Officer. He took it, looked it over, cleaned any imperfections which might have been left on it from the previous owner, and then attached it to his jumpsuit in the proper manner. And the other one thought herself a good talker? Bah. He could talk circles around any of them, think circles around them, and certainly route paperwork that would destroy their primitive little lives. That was why he had been gloriously promoted to red, and he was not about to stop now. <strong>"We serve at the pleasure of Friend Computer. Please, my comrades, ensure that your badges are adhered cleanly to your uniforms."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>21-07-2014, 04:47:49</strong>
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				<strong>Who</strong>: <strong>Myst-R-OUS-1</strong> and <strong>Bat-R-REE-1</strong> and <strong>Mask-R-ADE-1</strong> and <strong>Vict-R-YYY-2</strong> and <strong>Doct-R-NIK-1</strong><br><strong>Where</strong>: BRIEFING ROOM B3729 SECTOR PLX<br><strong>Why</strong>: TBD<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/67/Cobie23.jpg)</div><br>With the air of a briefing officer who is happy merely to supervise a briefing which has lasted this long without bloodshed or bloodless cauterized wounds, the woman eagerly assigns the claimed Mandatory Bonus Duty badges to the remaining Troubleshooters. Each assignment comes with the aforementioned nifty badge, but some positions have the added reward of additional equipment! Truly it is a glorious day.<br><br>"Mask-R-ADE-1 is hereby awarded the Happiness Officer MBD," she announces. A large metal panel slides out of the opposite wall revealing various packages of equipment. She retrieves one and hands it to you. It's about the size and shape of a hardback dictionary, if you knew what one of those was, which you don't. It bears the Happiness Officer logo, matching your badge:<br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Paranoia_happiness.jpg)</div><br>"As Happiness Officer, you are responsible for monitoring your team at all times for signs of SSM (Sub-Standard Morale). SSM is a serious danger to mission success. Signs of SSM may include reluctance to participate in optional morale-building activities, as designated by the Happiness Officer. Other signs of SSM include arguing excessively, refusing to volunteer for dangerous tasks, refusing to laugh at the Happiness Officer's jokes, or smiling with insufficient display of teeth."<br><br>"SSM may be treated by application of various Pre-planned Spontaneous Activities (PSA's) such as group sing-a-longs, trivia contests or improvised dance battles. In the unlikely event that these techniques are insufficient to the task, the Happiness Officer is authorized to make use of Personal Stabilization Drugs (PSD's), a supply of which is included in the Happiness Kit." Indeed, the largish box opens easily while within proximity of your badge to reveal a small fortune in "EZ-DUZ-IT" and "Wider Awake", along with a smattering of other pharmaceuticals. There is also the front cover of a manual titled "Proper use of pharmaceuticals. Also 1001 Morale Building Jokes." The remainder of this manual seems to have been lost.<br><br>The officer continues.<br><br>"Myst-R-OUS-1 is hereby awarded the MBD of Communications and Recording Officer. The Communications and Recording Officer is responsible for recording all aspects of the mission for later insertion into the Computer archives. The C&amp;R Officer is further tasked with maintaining an open and secure link to The Computer at all times. Field orders from The Computer will be relayed to the team through the C&amp;R Officer's multicorder."<br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/Paranoia_communications.jpg)</div>The device in question is handed to you. It is a sleek, elegant piece of equipment capable of capturing the circumstances of the mission in full surround sound, in 3D, with a variety of artistic filters. 'Sepia' seems to be very much in vogue these days. The multicorder is hardened against electronic attack and has a much more reliable link to The Computer than any of the teams' PDCs. It is not uncommon, you will find, for PDCs to malfunction in the field due to the work of Commie saboteurs. Not so for the C&amp;R Officer's multicorder.<br><br>You are also issued two helmets, each boasting a bright spotlight mounted on top. Because sometimes you really need to get the proper lighting in order to communicate things clearly. The helmets come equipped with battery packs, weighing only thirty pounds or so and connected to the helmets by ten feet of tightly coiled cable. The C&amp;R Officer should assign these crucial supplemental equipment as required.<br><br>Seeing the end in sight, the briefing officer pushes on bravely.<br><br>"Doct-R-NIK-1 is hereby assigned the MBD of Hygiene Officer. The Hygiene Officer is responsible for ensuring that the Troubleshooter team always looks its best. Uniforms cleaned and pressed, shoes shined, teeth brushed, whitened and waxed. It is critical that Troubleshooters, being representatives of Friend Computer, always present the best possible image in the minds of the citizenry. Poor hygiene is an invitation to Commie usurpation, and it is well known that neatly combed hair acts as a shield to mutant mind control abilities."<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Paranoia_hygiene.jpg)</div>"Your principal duty will be to administer Personal Hygiene Tests (PHTs) at random intervals. Any Troubleshooter failing their PHT must undergo an immediate Emergency Sanitation Procedure (ESP) appropriate to the level of infraction. The specifics of the PHT are up to the Hygiene Officer's experience and discretion, but you will be provided with a standard issue Skin-Core Sampler (SCS), which allows for a relatively quick and mostly painless determination of tissue sample skin to dirt ratio." The device resembles a long flat belt that can be wrapped around any part of a person's body, down to, oh, say about an inch and a half in diameter. There's a complicated control panel, and a button, and a dial, and no instruction manual.<br><br>"In the event of a Hygiene Emergency, the Hygiene Officer is empowered to apply any of the devices and products contained in the Hygiene Kit." This Kit is another large gray backpack that seems to be filled with plastic bottles of various sorts. "Secondarily, the Hygiene Officer is responsible for maintaining the appropriate tidiness levels for all areas the Troubleshooter Team might venture into. This is a priority."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">There's no way this is going to end up with cleaning up spooge off the walls, floor and ceiling. Probably.<br></div></div><br><br><del>"Bat-R-REE-1, have you made a decision? Or would you prefer to not serve Friend Computer in this manner?"</del><br>(I missed the part where Bat had selected the Loyalty Officer badge. I don't have time to write up his section tonight, though -- will have to get to it tomorrow. Sorry Strangefate.)<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 04:11:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/5489/tracysaffron.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Vict-R-YYY-2<br><strong>Status:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> B3729 SECTOR PLX<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>Still giddy from being elected the leader, Vict glanced around at the group, but gave the briefing officer more than enough time to finish.&nbsp; Only when she was done did Vict finally stand.&nbsp; "Well," she said, "we should head over to XTC and see what's going on.&nbsp; Does everyone else have all their gear?"<br><br>So far, none of this sounded too difficult.&nbsp; It was a great honor to be given this much responsibility, and she planned to see it through.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>25-07-2014, 21:50:34</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/998e7f15f744d707e5851c9c2100e7c0/tumblr_n6qmruqza31sfjrdqo1_400.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Mask-R-ADE-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Exceedingly happy<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room B3729, Sector PLX<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Bat-R-EEE, Vict-R-YYY, open<br><hr><br>Mask accepted his own badge gratefully, cracking his face into a happy grin and stating, "I am the exact criteria of happy at Friend Computer allowing me to volunteer to be the Happiness Officer! I shall ensure that not only will we complete our mission, but our smiles will be clean and bright as we do so!" He was familiar with PSDs, because of his previous profession with IntSec, so he was glad he'd selected something close to his expertise.<br><br>He nodded to Vict and said, "I am ready if everyone has the correct equipment, mission leader." It would not do to challenge Vict; it would be better to defer to her leadership and watch her carefully.<br><br>All talk of joy aside, he was scoping out his fellow Troubleshooters. The Loyalty Officer looked like someone to hang around, and their jobs went well together...someone to keep on his side. Possibly someone who'd make a great shield, too. He stepped by Bat and offered a hand, smiling, saying, "Good to meet you properly, Loyalty Officer! Surely our jobs are closely related, so I just wanted to express my admiration for working for someone so obviously loyal to Friend Computer." He laid a bit of flattery on there, but he did feel it was good to establish a friendship early. Hopefully it would go better than what had happened with Vict....<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>26-07-2014, 06:21:18</strong>
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				<strong>Who</strong>: <strong>Myst-R-OUS-1</strong> and <strong>Bat-R-REE-1</strong> and <strong>Mask-R-ADE-1</strong> and <strong>Vict-R-YYY-2</strong> and <strong>Doct-R-NIK-1</strong><br><strong>Where</strong>: BRIEFING ROOM B3729 SECTOR PLX<br><strong>Why</strong>: TBD<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/67/Cobie23.jpg)</div><br>The briefing officer almost seems to smile as Bat-R-REE-1 selects the Loyalty Officer badge and affixes it to his uniform. "Well done, citizen," she congratulates him. "A top-notch Loyalty Officer is critical to the success of any mission. For if the mission should succeed but treasonous activity goes unpunished, then the mission is truly a failure." She hands him a small gray egg-shaped device. There is a black square panel on the side about an inch square.<br><br>"This is your Indestructible Loyalty Transcript Recorder, model 2. It will only respond to your personal thumbprint. Use it to make Loyalty Reports on your fellow Troubleshooters. Note any potential treasonous activity, no matter how small. In the event that you are unable to return here for your post-mission briefing, a beacon inside the ILTR-2 will ensure that it is picked up and your observations are entered into the Computer's permanent record. You are aware of the Ten Early Warning Signs of Commie Treasonous Behavior?" The tone of her voice suggests that ignorance of this list would not be a good thing to display at this juncture. Maybe you can look it up later.<br><br>"Well, then. As it seems that our last Troubleshooter has met with some sort of unfortunate mishap, we'll simply assign you a Bot to take care of equipment needs. Bots hardly ever fail catastrophically. We'll see what we have in the pool to be deployed on short notice. The Bot will bring along any experimental equipment that needs testing. Please rise."<br><br>When everyone has come to their feet, she continues. "Brave Troubleshooters, on this, the occasion of your first mission, I salute you. Report to Tube Station 29183 in exactly one hour. An express car has been prepared for you which will allow transit into the sealed XTC sector. Good luck." If there are no further questions, she will exit the room, taking her clipboard with her.<br><br>The briefing appears to be over. You may talk among yourselves, proceed immediately to the departure site, go grab a snack, or...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Only Read If Your Character Has a Secret</div><div class="spoiler_body">Or... traditionally, this is the period of time where characters split up and check in with their Secret Societies or other contacts. Typically your Secret Society will be able to offer you additional information or equipment pertaining to your upcoming mission. They may also have an extra, secret mission for you and you alone.<br><br>We could run all of those 1-on-1 encounters through PM, but half the fun of this game is knowing things OOC that you don't know IC, and grinding your teeth as a result. So we'll just go ahead and play the separate branches out here, as we did with your adventures on the way to the briefing. If you want to contact someone from your Society, go ahead and make up the person (if you like) and set the stage. If you'd rather I come up with something that's fine too. Any questions, please just ask.<br><br>This is also the period of time when you could visit the Black Market and spend credits to get special equipment. But frankly I don't want to bother with a shopping trip right now, or transcribing big equipment lists. So we're going to skip that. I promise that not having the exactly suitable piece of gear later won't come back to bite you in the butt. Okay, I mostly promise that.<br><br></div></div><br>...or nothing. No secrets here, no sir.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>28-07-2014, 07:01:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/5489/tracysaffron.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Vict-R-YYY-2<br><strong>Status:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> B3729 SECTOR PLX<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>"Okay, then, everyone make sure you're good and ready.&nbsp; We'll meet up again in an hour and head over to Sector XTC."&nbsp; All of that had already been said, but she repeated it just in case someone missed it.<br><br>With that good and settled, she went off privately to the Death Leopards to ask some about what was going on.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeli</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 07:36:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/455207ef6a49be3c0c12eb43317c7403_zpsefa6cc1c.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> MYST-R-OUS-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Totally Communicating!<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the super-correct briefing room!<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> People reading this post<br><hr><em><br>Myst picks up her two helmets and sighs slightly.&nbsp; She only has one head!&nbsp; She momentarily thought about walking bent over so she could wear a helmet on her butt, but decided that she would have a hard time lighting from crotch level.<br><br>As Vict headed off towards their next rendezvous-point, Myst hopped off after her for all of five steps.&nbsp; Then Myst realized that Vict did not actually seem to know where she was going and, sensing a chance to show up the half-dressed formal bombardier, the dark haired troubleshooter turned and hurried off towards the rendezvous point.<br><br>She was gonna win!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 17:21:13</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/998e7f15f744d707e5851c9c2100e7c0/tumblr_n6qmruqza31sfjrdqo1_400.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Mask-R-ADE-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Exceedingly happy<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stepped outside Room B3729, Sector PLX, at a secret drop point<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Secret Society<br><hr><br>Mask excused himself quickly and informed Bat he'd return soon, saying he needed to meditate on happy thoughts in order to briefly prepare for the mission and ensure it would be a success, and he stepped out of the briefing room. He needed to make contact with his secret society. His society preferred anonymous drop-boxes and things of that nature for communication most often, but if his society was aware of his mission, they would have left a notification in the nearest drop box in this sector. He did, in fact, find a notice:<br><br><em>Wait two minutes and then go down the nearest hall. In one of the smaller halls, make contact with a clone that has a frayed left pant leg and a small hold in the right arm of his uniform.</em><br><br>Mask did as instructed and soon found his contact, a scruffy fellow that had a serious expression on his face. He was standing in the shadows as best he could, and Mask was wary, as they were within a single hall length of the briefing room. He gave the special hand signal, and the other man gave the correct countersign. Mask murmured, "Mask-R-ADE-1. Reporting in." The other fellow grunted, "You can call me Gray. Best that you don't know my rank or sector."<br><br>Mask informed him of his current mission and asked, "Is there anything required of me on this assignment?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strangefate</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 17:26:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b2/Redoveralls.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Bat-R-REE<br><strong>Status:</strong> Loyal, <em>very</em> Loyal.&nbsp; Also maybe a little peckish... <br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room =&gt; Tube Shoot<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> OPEN<br><hr>Bat gave Mast a long hard look as the smaller man stepped over to him, offering a hand up to shake.&nbsp; As Loyalty Officer he knew he had to keep suspicious mind at all times.&nbsp; Still Mast had a winning smile and seemed to understand the importance of happiness in Friend Computer's master plan.&nbsp; Even Bat wasn’t entirely sure he understood the full importance of happiness.&nbsp; Sometimes he felt a certain joy when he received a commendation on his bi-monthly Armored Car Escort Performance Report and something deep inside him positively sung when he was jamming his thumbs into the eye sockets of some miscreant clone.&nbsp; He supposed that was happiness.&nbsp; Close enough anyways.<br><br>“Good to meet you fellow troubleshooter,” he said with a firm nod.&nbsp; “You certainly have a good eye for loyalty, as there’s none more dedicated to Friend Computer than myself.&nbsp; I’ll be sure note your proper enthusiasm in my report.”&nbsp; Bat was probably telling the truth about that too as he glanced at the little gray egg he’d been given, provided he could figure out how it worked.&nbsp; The thing looked rather complicated actually.&nbsp; <br><br>As the others begin to split up, he lingered briefly, wondering if he should ask about the Ten Early Warning Signs but ultimately deciding that likely wouldn’t be a good idea.&nbsp; He could probably wing it.&nbsp; Bat was confident he could sniff out any commie traitor, list or otherwise.&nbsp; In the meantime, he decided he might as well get a snack from the nearest vending machine.&nbsp; As much as he might have enjoyed stopping by a local Romantics swap meet to examine their fine antiques, it just didn’t seem the proper time for such frivolities.&nbsp; A protein flavo-bar on the other hand would really hit the spot.<br><br>And then afterwards on to Tube Station 29183 for his first real troubleshooting adventure!&nbsp; Or maybe second.&nbsp; He wasn’t sure if the mops counted.&nbsp; <br><br>Probably they did.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 05:51:05</strong>
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				<strong>Who</strong>: <strong>Myst-R-OUS-1</strong> and <strong>Vict-R-YYY-2</strong>. Just not together.<br><strong>Where</strong>: Various locations about Alpha Complex<br><strong>Why</strong>: To complicate matters necessarily<br><br><br><strong>Vict-R-YYY-2</strong><br><br>Taking care that you're not being followed you eventually find your way to Algae-paste Processing Center 287. In the far corner of the vast room, behind one of the huge steel vats, there's a crack in the wall about eight feet high and three feet wide. You know this place well. The crack leads to a service corridor, otherwise sealed off from the Complex but leading to a small connected set of rooms that seem to have fallen off of the Computer's records. You make it about ten steps in when you're accosted by the guard on duty, a tall scraggly looking citizen wearing red clothes that have been artfully shredded to reveal his black undershirt. His eyes point in slightly different directions, but his hand is steady. He is holding a slugthrower, a hand gun that shoots small explosive shells rather than laser beams. You know this man. His name is Bennie-R-PAL-4.<br><br>"Hold it right there, sister," he says in a surprisingly reedy voice. He then presses a button on an ancient intercom affixed to the wall with duct tape. You can see the thick gray wire that runs from this box along the side of the corridor and around the corner at the end. "She's here," he wheezes into the intercom.<br><br>Within less than a minute you hear the sounds of dozens of boots echoing through the corridor. Some even from behind you - hard to say how they managed that. And to your wonderment you see at the head of a crowd of approaching Death Leopards the Head Honcho himself, who just goes by the name Boss Dog. He's an enormous man who lives "off the grid", and they say that he's got connections in high places protecting your whole gang. Boss Dog is dressed in black synthvinyl clothes with small metal spikes that don't seem to serve much purpose, but sure look keen.<br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d4/FatBiker23.jpg)</div><br>Everyone is deathly quiet for a moment, not wanting to speak before Boss Dog, whose expression is stern and unreadable. Then suddenly he breaks out in the biggest smile you've ever seen on his face. You can count almost four teeth! <br><br>"There's my girl!" he growls happily, and the rest of the gang explodes in hoots and applause. "There's the ice-cracking* girl who took out a cork-shredding* CompNode! That was be-kind-rewind* amazing, clone! And you got your jelly-sandwich* Two!" There are similar compliments from the others in the gang, happy to follow the Boss' lead.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">*Death Leopard, like most secret societies, boasts only a casual knowledge of all things of the Ancient World, including the lost art of cursing effectively. They do the best they can.<br></div></div><br>"You got to tell us about it, Vict! Come on!"<br><br>The party moves to one of the larger rooms, where a keg of illegal synthol has already been tapped. Synthol -- it's like alcohol, which is only a rumored substance possessed by the very highest tiers of society, but tastes a whole lot worse. It does the job, though, given that most Citizens have vanishingly little tolerance for the stuff.<br><br>You are implored to tell the story of the CompNode Riot, which seems to have grown a little bit from the actual facts of the matter in the short span of time since it happened. Your call how truthful you want to be, and how much you choose to imbibe, but clearly you're the spotlight hero right now. You even get to sit in the chair at Boss Dog's right hand.<br><br><br><strong>Myst-R-OUS-1</strong> <br><br>The helmets are heavy, and when coupled with the heavy battery packs it makes progress on your own quite difficult. There are options, of course. You could commandeer a citizen or a bot to assist you. You could attempt to acquire a vehicle. Or you could merely look at this as an opportunity for additional exercise. Or you could ditch the equipment, of course. There's always that option. That valuable equipment that was entrusted to you directly. So there's that.<br><br>Any-whoo, you're making your way through the corridors toward Tube Station 29183 when an odd thought passes through your mind.<br><br>Sector XTC may contain that which we have sought... for Milennia!<br><br>The odd part is that you're like 98% sure that wasn't your thought. It was in your head, certainly, but you weren't really the one who decided to put it there.<br><br>But she is so... young! So... inexperienced! She is an embryonic potentiality at best! Why, she's barely a... 3.7!<br><br>That one too. It's getting crowded in here. It was a different thought-voice-thing, though, you're pretty sure.<br><br>We have no choice. She is chosen! The secret will be ours! She will deliver it to us!<br><br>That seemed like the first one again. These voices don't seem to really have normal "inside" volumes. Lots of shouting. Which, as far as you can tell, nobody else that you're passing in the corridors seems to be able to hear.<br><br>Very well! Myst-R-OUS-1!<br><br>Hey, that's you!<br><br>Myst-R-OUS-1! You are our only hope! You will bring us the secret. The secret known as....<br><br>These voices sure like their dramatic pauses too. The next word is actually spoken by both voices, in harmony. You can practically hear the quote marks, like they don't really know exactly what this thing is they're sending you to get.<br><br>"SEX!"<br><br>Then the voices are gone. Hey look - it's Tube Station 29183! Right there. Happy day.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 06:35:23</strong>
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				<strong>Who</strong>: <strong>Mask-R-ADE-1</strong> and <strong>Bat-R-REE-1</strong>. Also not together. (also <strong>Myst-R-OUS-1</strong> for a little bit at the end)<br><strong>Where</strong>: Various locations about Alpha Complex<br><strong>Why</strong>: To thicken the plot<br><br><br><strong>Mask-R-ADE-1</strong><br><br>Gray returns your handshake swiftly and efficiently. You can tell that despite his gruff demeanor and professional comportment there's some other emotion going on here. As you give him the details of your mission it comes to you -- Gray is impressed by you. More than impressed. For someone placed higher up in the organization, it's almost unseemly.<br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/PaulGiamatti233.jpg)</div>"Very good, very good indeed. The Archons are quite pleased with you. Quite pleased with your actions. Your actions against the Computer."<br><br>He looks around dramatically, but there are no other Citizens in the hallway.<br><br>"You have been entrusted with this." There is a scraping sound, and as you look down you see he is nudging a gray metal box about the size of a toaster over toward you with his foot. "Entrusted, and charged. Charged to use it in service to us. In service to our goals. Our goals, which you share. If you are caught with it.... Well, you know. You know what to do."<br><br>He looks around dramatically again, but it seems this meeting spot was well-chosen. There are no visible eavesdroppers.<br><br>"In Sector XTC there is something the Computer fears a great deal. Something it wishes destroyed. It is sending your team to destroy this thing. One of you is carrying a nuclear device, set to trigger remotely. Remotely, when the Computer feels that success is certain. It will destroy the thing. It will destroy your team. It will destroy you, and all records of your activities. We wish this thing preserved. Brought to us, if possible, though we do not know what this thing is. And we wish the nuclear device. By any means. By any means necessary. You know what that means."<br><br>He offers his hand again for the closing handshake, and if there is no other business keeping him here, he will vanish into the crowd. Well, he'll go around the corner and then vanish into the crowd. No crowd here. Feel free to engage in conversation before he leaves, though.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Box</div><div class="spoiler_body">You might not examine it until later, but we'll put this here for now. The box is a very cleverly constructed Gauss Gun. So cleverly constructed that the thing is essentially a puzzle box. You're pretty sure that given a couple of minutes you could figure out how all of the various bits slide around, push in and out, release hidden catches, etc. to transform the nondescript box into a fully functioning weapon. You could probably even manage to fold it back up again into its box, though that seems more difficult.<br>Gauss Guns, as you're well aware, are rifles which fire a blast of energy uniquely suited for shorting out electronics and otherwise disabling bots, computers, security systems, etc. The blast is harmless to organics. This gun, as you will find out later, has a capacity of six shots before it needs to be recharged.<br></div></div><br><hr><br><strong>Bat-R-REE-1</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Oh, the mops definitely count. For sure.<br></div></div><br>You're riding down the corridor in style, your trusty bicycle beneath you and a fresh protein flavo-bar in your hand. You've mastered the art of eating while cycling, of course, as your normal duties do not permit breaks for bodily functions such as eating or, well, anything else. Flavo-bars come in randomized flavors that almost never match the flavor printed on the wrapper. You've been told that this is a feature and not a problem, as it offers an additional layer of enjoyment and surprise in their consumption. Your current flavo-bar, for instance, purports on the wrapper to be "Redberry", which you know to be a sweet and tangy flavor. The bar, though, does not taste sweet or tangy. It tastes bland, and extremely chewy. Very, very, very chewy. And tough, so tough that you can't bite through it.<br><br>You pause in chewing to remove the offending bite from your mouth, and find that it's not a bite of flavo-bar at all! Someone exceedingly clever must have known you were going to choose that selection from the machine and pre-loaded it with a special message just for you. Or there was someone stationed inside the machine, waiting potentially all day for you to come by and push a button. You've heard of that happening before too. <br><br>The offending non-Berry item is a square plastic envelope about two inches by two inches, and about a quarter inch thick. You're easily able to examine it while continuing to cycle, if you like.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Envelope</div><div class="spoiler_body">On the back of the envelope is a message, addressed to you. There's not much room for too many words, so it looks like someone has abbreviated things. It reads:<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Bat4uMssnFndHow2UzThisNRpt!</em></span><br><br>The plastic envelope is opaque, but you can tell by feel that it contains some kind of flattened ring-like object that feels sort of squishy.<br></div></div><br><br>And in almost no time at all, you're at the Tube station. Congratulations! And happy day, your friend and fellow Troubleshooter Myst-R-OUS-1 is there too!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeli</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 19:05:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/455207ef6a49be3c0c12eb43317c7403_zpsefa6cc1c.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> MYST-R-OUS-1<br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Mental Gymnastics!<br><strong>Location:</strong> Station 29183<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nobody!<br><hr><em><br>Myst put a pair of fingers to her head and let out a delicate little wince.&nbsp; She hated when this happened, her head was for her, why did other people come in all the time?&nbsp; It is bad enough to have unannounced guests, but unannounced guests that start telling you what to do was the WORST!&nbsp; <br><br>She put her hands on her hips and did her best to glare at her own forehead, which was of course impossible, but that didn't mean she couldn't give it a good effort!<br><br>She sat there for several moments, her back already aching from her fabulous collection of helmets, considering what to do.&nbsp; Eventually, she decided that she should probably investigate this SEX thing, if only to make her head-voices leave her alone, and so went into the Station and purchased a tube for section XTC.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 02:09:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/5489/tracysaffron.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Vict-R-YYY-2<br><strong>Status:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> B3729 SECTOR PLX<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Boss Dog and the Death Leopards<br><hr><br>Everyone was so happy - everyone except Vict.&nbsp; Sure, everyone was proud of her, but she'd lost one of her clones.&nbsp; You only got six.&nbsp; She used to wonder what would happen in between, but now that she'd gone through the process, it seemed pretty likely what happened between being dead and waking up again - nothing.&nbsp; Nothing was scary, and she didn't want to think on it.<br><br>"Can you save me some?"&nbsp; She looked over to the synthol with a grin, but it wasn't something she could really consider at the moment.&nbsp; "Hopefully I'll have some time after my next assignment.&nbsp; As far as how it went, though, I just had to walk in.&nbsp; The lasers weren't designed very well, I guess, and they just started blasting all over the place."<br><br>Including her, but she had to stop thinking about that.&nbsp; It was only making her tremble.<br><br>"Do any of you know what's going on over in XTC?" she asked, hoping for a subject change without making a big deal about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 07:53:53</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/998e7f15f744d707e5851c9c2100e7c0/tumblr_n6qmruqza31sfjrdqo1_400.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Mask-R-ADE-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> "Smiling"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stepped outside Room B3729, Sector PLX, at a secret drop point --&gt; Rendezvous'ng at Sector XTC<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Best to not keep Gray. "Understood, sir. I will do my best to fulfill my objective." Who knew when and where the Computer might be watching? He nodded and watched him leave, paranoia rampant in his features.<br><br>Mask spent a little time investigating the Gauss Gun and how to use it before doing anything else. Using equipment he didn't entirely understand was a one-way ticket to getting zapped...or accidentally nuking himself. Knowing what the Computer had in mind, he was worried about saving his own skin. He almost didn't want to go on the mission in Sector XTC, knowing one of his group had a nuclear device, but...the level of reward and advancement was a sweet sweet temptation. He couldn't resist it. Damned society and the damned Computer knew just how to work him to keep him interested and participating. A healthy fear for his life didn't hurt, either.<br><br>He took a breath before taking the nearest route to Sector XTC to meet with his fellow Troubleshooters. He was going to have to find a way to secure the thing the Computer feared and get that nuke. Mask had never been to Sector XTC, and before meeting up with everyone, he would need to revise his appearance. He recalled a seminar he'd attended once at IntSec:<br><br><em><span class="bbc_u">How to Smile: An Unofficial Guide From IntSec</span><br>1: Ensure mouth is closed.<br>2: Stretch both corners of the mouth until the teeth are revealed.<br>3: Take care not to reveal too many teeth. This is predatory and treasonous.<br>4: Take care not to reveal too&nbsp; few teeth. This is a sign you are not happy, and therefore a traitor.<br>5: Hold smile a requisite amount of time to display necessary joy.</em><br><br>Smile on his face, he kept an eye out for his fellow Troubleshooters.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strangefate</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 09:57:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b2/Redoveralls.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Bat-R-REE<br><strong>Status:</strong> Curious.&nbsp; Also down one Flavo-Bar; Disgruntled<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tube Shoot to XTC<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Myst, Mask; OPEN<br><hr>Bat scowled down at the plastic envelope as he pedaled rapidly, balancing the bike between his sturdy legs with no hands ma like a pro.&nbsp; He hated when his food talked back, and it was even worse when it started sending you letters.&nbsp; It wasn't the proper order of things.&nbsp; He considered sending in a report questioning the vending machine's loyalty, or at least whoever stocked the vending machine -- the conspiracy could go deep -- when he noticed the message on the back was addressed specifically to him.&nbsp; He thumbed it open with a scowl, shaking the contents out into his other hand while his bike barreled down the street, a screaming clone leaping out of the way.<br><br>The tube station soon appeared on the horizon and he noted a familiar pair red overalls stepping inside.&nbsp; Also there was a person in them.&nbsp; &nbsp;Also that person was familiar.&nbsp; He didn't know her name though.&nbsp; He hadn't thought to ask yet and that suddenly struck him as a potentially useful thing to learn.&nbsp; How else to report her to Friend Computer if she turned out to be a commie?&nbsp; One had to keep on top of these things as Loyalty Officer.&nbsp; <br><br>Still examining the object from his envelope with great curiosity, now fairly certain it was an antique of some kind (unless it’s not), probably sent by his contacts in the society (unless it wasn‘t), all while nodding to Mask when the Happiness Officer arrived shortly after him.&nbsp; He offered a friendly kind of grunt, one of his favorite expressions, good for most occasions he found, and headed briskly inside to find Myst.&nbsp; Not that he knew that was her name or anything, I mean I just covered that, I’m using it for like clarity’s sake, you know? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anon315</strong> on <strong>09-08-2014, 04:23:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/16ks1aw.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Doct-R-NIK-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Mobile. Manic. Malicious.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Corridors to Tube Station<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> No one? Anyone?<br><hr><br>There was certainly no point during the briefing when Doct-R-NIK-1 dozed off, certainly not. He gathered up his gear and was more than happy to head to sector XTC... which was in what direction? He did not know! So of course it would be necessary to head to a tube station and find a map or similar device to help him get from PLX to XTC with the least mucking about with foot travel or vehicle use. Why they hadn't all gone together was beyond him, but he was hygiene officer and not team leader, so it would just have to be this way.<br><br>Off on his way, he couldn't help but think that maybe there was something else he could be doing for the glory of <del>some secret organization</del> friend computer. He'd also have to hygiene check everyone once they got there, as they had run off before he could take a proper sample of their dirt to skin ratios. Bat would certainly need some cleaning, though he'd prefer not to have to manage that himself. Vict however, she could certainly use some hands-on application of various solvents and oils. Why these thoughts occurred to him only showed his dedication to the task entrusted him by friend computer and was in no way treasonous. So far as he knew.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>15-08-2014, 00:23:58</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/998e7f15f744d707e5851c9c2100e7c0/tumblr_n6qmruqza31sfjrdqo1_400.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Mask-R-ADE-1<br><strong>Status:</strong> Inspecting for happiness rather lazily<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rendezvous'ng at Sector XTC/Corridors to Tube Station<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Bat, Doct, Myst (maybe?), Open<br><hr><br>It looked like people were meeting up, although Mask realized with some trepidation that he had not actually tried to meet or introduce himself to his new clone teammates at all. In particular, best to ensure that he stayed on the good side of the Loyalty Officer, as Mask secretly believed that was the role that Friend Computer paid the most attention to and respected the most. Loyalty was quite important, after all. <br><br>He gave the Loyalty officer a salute and said before the fellow meandered off to presumably look for the other clones that should be around, "Excellent, friend. That grunt was optimally at least 95% cheerful, and certainly on par with Friend Computer's expectations, I should hope." He noticed that other fellow, the one with the hygiene badge, and decided to head off anything about a hygiene inspection of himself, saying, "Greetings, fellow teammate! I see you are at the requisite level of joy, and I hope I've passed muster with cleanliness and don't need to be looked over, since that would be a terrible waste of your time, I bet."<br><br>He looked around to see if there were any others around or if the group was still fragmented.<br>
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