EC Session 7.3

Afternoon, Merch 2 Milfday. //
Cassandra is eventually roused from her faint - yes, the party is all present.
Yes, there are Yeti corpses about.
Yes, that is Santa speaking with the party.
Pak is just… c_c
Eric Lionheart: "…"
Pak: "W-wah."
Riia doesn't understand.
Santa beams, looking proud of himself, and indeed just happy about the whole situation.
Cassandra_Lionheart wakes up and looks at Santa again and does not say a word.
ORN stares
Hector scratches the back of his head. "Now doesn't this just beat all."
ORN: "?"
ORN: "Explain?"
Santa wipes a hand across his brow to wipe away sweat, leaving a pink trail of fresh blood. This does not perturb him in the slightest.
Santa: "Well, I don't see what needs explaining, ORN!"
Cassandra Lionheart: "He honestly exsists…And now nothing surprizes me anymore."
Santa: "I'm Santa, and now that all of those pesky Yeti are dead and dealt with, we're all going back to my workshop!"
ORN shakes head and looks at Hector
ORN: "And this beats all how?"
Pak: "…okay."
Pak nods.
Pak: "L-let's follow Santa. c_c;"
Pak: "He knows the area better than we do."
Santa: "Well said, Little Pak! HO HO HAAAARGH!"
Cassandra_Lionheart nods and follows behind Pak.
ORN: "This Unit would suggest the further elimination of Hostile defence emplacements on the way"
Eric Lionheart: "…Yes, following sounds…good."
ORN: "?"
ORN stares at Eric
Pak: "H-he knows our names c_c;"
Santa waves everyone forward, and walks back past the mound of Yeti corpse.
Hector: "Quite. I'm pretty impressed with his ability to kick ass."
Pak follows.
ORN sparkles a bit and looks back at Pak
Hector follows Santa, as well.
Santa: "Don't worry, ORN! Santa made sure to kill each and every Yeti between here and my workshop! But there's always more a-comin, so let's get a move on!"
Riia stays with the group.
ORN: "This Group is quite famous after all. Of course This Group's identification is currently known."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Oh man…Well. Lets move."
ORN: "At the current scale of extermination, This Group's identity should be known throughout most of this particular world."
Santa: "Santa knows the names of all the little children in his domain, of course!"
Santa: "Though to be fair, I didn't until a few days ago!~"
ORN: "This place appears relatively devoid of little children. This Unit was placed under the impression these may be used as rations for Yeti"
Riia raises a lone eyebrow.
Eric_Lionheart blinks. "Well, at least this is new and certainly intresting."
Pak: "Uhh."
Santa turns as he walks and does a silent headcount of the party.
Pak is just following. c_c
Felicia: "…>_>"
Ahiru: "Fakir mentioned Santa…"
she muses following along.
Santa: "… I count NINE little children! AHAHAHHH!"
Cassandra_Lionheart looks puzzled.
Riia raises the other eyebrow and looks worried and confused.
ORN: "???"
Sakha: "Great, we're following a nut-job…"
Santa continues walking along, whistling cheerily as he does.
Santa: "Now now, Sakha, that's hardly polite!"
Sakha: "I save politeness for politics."
Pak just… LOOKS at Sakha. C_C
ORN: "Indeed. This Group should be more than used to such matters by now. You stated this as if it was out of the ordinary"
Riia frowns…
Eric Lionheart: "Well, considering he saved us from possible doom, nutjob or not, staying near him is certainly a great idea."
Pak gives her a look that says DON'T MESS WITH SANTA
Santa: "I just have a certain perspective, and in that perspective, you all look like children to me!"
Riia holds up a sign which reads: "What happened a few days ago?"
Santa responds to Riia's sign without looking at it.
Santa: "Why, some Moogle children crashed here in their factory!"
[OOC] ORN: oh gawds all the toys are gonna explode this year
Eric Lionheart: "Did any survive?"
Santa: "Since they were good children, they told Santa AAAAAALL about you! HO HO!"
Hector: "Did these moogles happen to have a mechanical chocobo that was black, red, and gold with them?"
[OOC] Riia: Trombe was already on the ground.
Cassandra Lionheart: "Trombe..Darn it.."
Riia taps Pak on the shoulder and signs: "Do you remember where Trombe went?"
[OOC] Riia: =p
[OOC] Riia: That was months ago, I don't blame you for forgetting.
ORN: "The Trombe Unit has kept itself relatively hidden recently. These techschools hopefully paid dearly for it. Or, should they still prove to be alive, shall."
[OOC] Riia: We found out with the Supar Sight Masheen.
Pak umms. "Trombe WAS around this… uh… continent. c_c;"
Santa: "Well, the Moogles didn't have anyone named Trombe…"
Hector: "Dammit. He keeps gettin' separated from us an' considerin' how important he is, that ain't good!"
ORN: "… … … Fakir may be to blame"
Riia blinks
Riia blinks again
ORN: "This Unit knew he was a bad influence"
Riia signs: "Where…where is Fakir?"
Santa leads all of the good boys and girls over the snowy plains, the white surroundings dotted periodically by a yeti corpse, and drying jets of blood extending far past the body themselves. The landscape remains unbroken, until he announces their arrival at the Workshop!
Cassandra_Lionheart looks around
ORN: "Hm…"
ORN takes a look at the blood jets
ORN: "These appear caused by oversized blunt weaponry. Do you apply the flat body of a battlaxe to their upper regions?"
The moogle factory is much as the party remembers it. Well, minus the floating and quite a bit of a wreck, tilted at an angle with a quarter of its volume now underground - well, underice. At least it isn't smoking.
Santa: "Ho ho, quite astute, ORN! I save the blade for large groups!"
Santa does heft the enormous stone axe he's been carrying the whole time.
ORN: "hm"
Hector: "Interestin'."
Santa waves the kids inside.
ORN: "This should prove interesting. This Unit would appreciate observing alongside you in combat. Axes are relatively weakly known at this time."
Pak heads inside. "T-this is your workshop?"
A few gun emplacements can be seen dotted around the factory.
Santa: "It is now! HO HO HO!"
ORN nods and sparkles
Felicia: "…Theirs before?"
ORN: "indeed"
A shorter Elvaan walks up to Santa and salutes. "Sir! Defense construction at thirty percent. We should now be safe from any scouting parties."
Eric Lionheart: "…"
This Elvaan is wearing a suit and sunglasses. A twisty, insulated wire curves away from something in his ear.
Santa: "HO HO! Wonderful!"
ORN: "With your current guests, you should prove safe from up to several complete assault forces."
Eric_Lionheart takes notes.
Hector: "And a certain trio."
[OOC] Riia: Bahaha - Black Ops Elves
OpsElvaan: "Sirs! That is the plan! But we're hoping you will be on a strike force later, and we need to protect this place after you are gone."
Santa: "It's true it's true, good things come to those who help themselves, ho ho!"
ORN: "There should be little left to threaten this place after This Group has passed through the area entirely."
Santa: "You children are indeed strong, but we Elves have our pride!"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yeah. Hopefully we can scare away anything stupid enough to try to invade."
ORN nods
[OOC] Riia: ………wait a sec.
ORN: "The Creators also had much pride. What does this workshop fabricate?"
OpsElvaan: "Sirs! We have prepared bedrooms for you based on the data the moogles provided!"
Santa: "Toys!"
ORN: "… … This Unit would not suggest trusting 'moogles' too much in most matters."
Santa: "Oh, they have a good spirit! They only require careful guidance!"
OpsElvaan: "Yes sir! If you would care to review your rooms to confirm their appropriateness."
Cassandra_Lionheart shrugs and goes to look at her room
ORN: "… Very well… This Unit will trust an oversized axe to keep them appropriately in line and away from a design table"
Pak is just… stunned still. ;.;
ORN looks around for his
The Elvaan shows the party to a corridor with six doors and a stone slab at the end.
Eric Lionheart: "Hmm."
[OOC] Riia: The stone slab is ORN's dinner.
Riia raises an eyebrow.
[OOC] ORN: if it wasn't it is now
Santa: "Well, Kids, I'll be speaking with you later!"
The Elvaan points to the slab. "The moogles suggested you would prefer that to a bed."
Santa: "I have a few other matters to attend to before we can have a good talk!"
Pak ;_;
Cassandra_Lionheart nods and goes to her room
Pak just goes into his room quietly.
[OOC] WC GM: You don't know which is yours yet.
Riia gives Pak a quick hug.
Riia signs: "What's wrong?"
Pak: "S-santa's a crazy guy ._."
Riia shrugs
Riia signs: "Who is this 'Santa?'"
Felicia: "…What's the deal with him, anyway?"
ORN: "This Unit has no issue with him"
Cassandra_Lionheart stops "Oh..Which room is mine?"
ORN: "He appears quite capable in combat and uses effective weaponry. How is this 'crazy'?"
ORN stares at Pak
The Elvaan opens the two doors next to the slab. Inside one is a plain looking bed for two. Inside the other…
[OOC] Riia: Either Sakha and Hector or Cassie and Eric.
[OOC] Riia: But I don't think that Cassia and Eric were intimate until after we'd left the factory.
[OOC] ORN: that's assuming its not TWO doublebed rooms
…leather sheets. Handcuffs attached to poles on each corner of the bed. A basket full of things - most of which, only Pak has ever seen before, though the phallic nature of some makes the general function of the rest apparent.
[OOC] WC GM: It's two doublebed rooms. One on either side.
[OOC] Riia: ….actually I don't think Sakha and Hector are - BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Eric Lionheart: "…"
[OOC] Hector: We're working on it, but she's stuck in tsun mode.
[OOC] Riia: That one's Hector and Sakha's.
Pak: "W-what."
Pak stare. ;_;
Pak: "W-why is there- what-what is-"
Pak traumaaaa
Cassandra_Lionheart laughs
Riia physically turns Pak away from the room.
[OOC] Riia: Though he probably knows what all that stuff's for. He is Pak, after all.
The Elvaan points to the plain room. "This is for the Lionhearts." And the other. "This one for Sakha and her interest."
[OOC] Riia: Bahahaha
Hector: "…"
Sakha: "…"
[OOC] Riia: <Sakha> Hector. Cuffs. Now.
Sakha: "What exactly makes you THINK I'd want THAT?"
[OOC] ORN: ah, but does she want to use them on herself, or on him?
OpsElvaan: "This is what the moogles said, ma'am."
Hector: "…I think we're going to have to have a chat with them."
Riia is perfectly capable of keeping a straight face, even in times like this.
Sakha: "… excuse me…"
She turns to go moogle hunting, sparking with snowflakes.
OpeElvaan: "I take it, it is not in fact to your liking."
ORN: "?"
ORN: "What's wrong with it?"
ORN: "It would appear fitting"
Hector: "Yeah, I'm gonna have to thank those moogles with the business end a'my boots!"
Hector stomps off.
Sakha Blizzaga's ORN
OpsElvaan: "We can remake it if so. Or would you prefer to trade rooms with the Lionhearts?"
Sakha rolled up 1d100: 31 (31)
Eric Lionheart: "…"
[OOC] WC GM: hit
Cassandra_Lionheart looks and is really red and whispers "I would not mind."
Sakha rolled up .roll 5d8+378,125%: (0), 493.75 (493.75)
ORN rolled 1d100 and got 89 ( Total: 89 ) **
The Elvaan nods. "Okay then."
Pak shudder shudder ;.;
Riia can…can…
Riia slips and lets a bit of a grin show through. But only a bit.
OpsElvaan: "Next up. Pak's room."
He opens a door a bit further down the hall.
ORN detonates the layer of frost off with his outer overlay and sparkles in the cold
This room is plain, but…there is a pile of stuffed toys where the bed should be.
Eric_Lionheart blinks. "I suppose it could stop Sakha from freezing some moogles solid."
Cassandra_Lionheart grabs Eric, and enters the room, with a furious blush on her face "That was the plan Eric."
ORN: "… … This Unit did warn about the ability of Techschools to understand basic concepts such as thought, reason and intelligence"
[OOC] Riia: Or WAS it =p
Riia signs: "inability"
The Elvaan whispers, "We tried to synthesize catnip for the stuffing, so he would be in a deep enough sleep not to mind his neighbors."
Riia frowns
Riia looks at Pak.
OpsElvaan: "There's a cot underneath those, in case you dig down far enough."
[OOC] ORN: well it was ability, but it was meant as "yeah, they can't"
The Elvaan opens the door next to Pak's, at the start of the hall. This room is lined with mirrors, and has a small tub with water in one corner as well as a bed. "For the duck of many forms."
Pak oxo
ORN: "It may have been better stocked with a Fakir."
OpsElvaan: "What's a Fakir?"
Ahiru blinks and ooos hopping into the room and looking at herself in all the mirrors.
Pak: "Okay, this room isn't so bad…"
The Elvaan shrugs. "She appears to like it. Anyway." He opens the door opposite Ahiru's. A faint scent of incense wafts out.
Riia sneezes.
This room is dark, except for a few candles and a bed. "For Felicia."
Felicia blinks.
Hector is almost seeing red as he goes moogle-hunting.
OpsElvaan: "And finally, for the Viera."
He opens the door between Felicia's and the plain bedroom.
Felicia peers in, taking a breath. "…Ah~"
In here is a desk with a computer terminal. Instead of a bed, there is…
…it looks like a metal cylinder, stacked at 45 degrees to the floor, with a hinged glass door in place of its upper face. Padding can be seen inside.
Riia blinks.
Riia jerks in recollection.
Pak o_o;
Pak: "W…wah?"
OpsElvaan: "We found records for this design in the databanks. We're not certain what it is for. We were hoping you could tell us."
Riia frowns.
Riia tries to remember- ah!
ORN: "…"
Cassandra_Lionheart looks at Eric…then the bed..then Eric
Riia signs: "Fast sleep."
Riia frowns.
Riia signs: "If works."
[OOC] Riia: <Cassie> Eric. Cuffs. Now.
Sakha and Hector soon find a moogle, chatting away with an Elvaan.
Eric Lionheart: "…"
Sakha doesn't hesitate and throws a FREEZE at it.
The moogle is soon a mooglecicle.
Cassandra_Lionheart closes the door behind them and smiles
Riia looks over the sleep chamber, trying to see if whoever built it did it correctly.
Hector kicks the moogle over. "Bastard!"
[OOC] Riia: Physical attack, Hector? Naughty.
[OOC] Ahiru: You just killed him…
It is hard to tell, though the craftsmanship appears good. The only way to know for sure is to try it.
[OOC] Riia: That's murder.
[OOC] ORN: woohoo!
[OOC] ORN: and here I was worried poor ORN wasn't in the room to see it frozen like that
The Elvaan who was talking to the moogle blinks. "Did he do something to you?"
[OOC] WC GM: Eh, it's in line of sight of the corridor.
ORN: "Many things. Multiple times."
[OOC] WC GM: Though it is some distance away.
Cassandra Lionheart: "Well, Eric…This is..interesting."
[OOC] ORN: I say it very loudly then ;p
Riia frowns and casts a glance at the computer.
Hector: "He gets a big fat F for room design."
Sakha is seething with blind rage.
Riia wonders if it is connected to the databases…
ORN: "Among other things, doomed this world and caused the current invasion. Most of them personally and willingly."
Hector: "Not even an F. Something lower…like a Z Minus Minus Minus!"
[OOC] Riia: I dunno if that deserves death, tho
Ahiru is trying out her mirrors on each of her forms.
Eric_Lionheart blinks.
Elvaan: "Room…oh! You want the one who told us what rooms to do."
[OOC] Riia: pfffft
Elvaan: "She's dead."
[OOC] Riia: …was it my grandmama?
[OOC] Riia: ….eh, I'm not there asking…
Elvaan: "We couldn't cure her wounds in time."
Elvaan: "Sorry."
Meanwhile, the Elvaan has gotten out a phoenix down and applied it to the shattered moogle.
ORN: "Sakha!"
Sakha hmphs and stomps off.
ORN runs over and hands her a phoenix down
ORN: "Again! Again!"
Sakha glares at ORN and gives HIM a FREEZE
ORN sparkles like a kid in a hardware store
[OOC] Riia: Of course, he just got turned into a block of ice again =p
[OOC] ORN: awwww ;.;
Sakha rolled up 4d12+567,125%: 725 (725)
Hector: "Look, can you get someone to redesign our room, WITH OUR INPUT?"
[OOC] Riia: Someone already took it
Cassandra Lionheart: "Hey Eric…Want to um..try this stuff out?"
[OOC] Sakha: Is orn dead? Izzy? Izzy?
ORN rolled 1d100 and got 12 ( Total: 12 )
The ops elvaan runs up to Hector. "That would be me, sir. The Lionhearts took the room originally assigned to you, so you now have theirs. What would you like in it?"
[OOC] Riia: Nah, no one punched him
[OOC] ORN: orn's frozen solid for the moment, but hellooooooo limit. thanks!
[OOC] WC GM: This doesn't count towards limit, ORN. You know that. :P
Hector: "Um…think you could just go for a regular 'ol double bed, with nothin' fancy or tricky 'bout it."
[OOC] Riia: That's what's there
Sakha glowers at Hector.
Hector: "And make sure there's a desk with a comfortable chair 'n a nice light source for Sakha to study as late as she wants ta."
[OOC] Riia: So you're good
[OOC] ORN: ;.;
[OOC] ORN: meanie then!
OpsElvaan: "A regular double bed is what's in your room now. I'll have a desk, chair, and lamp added."
[OOC] Riia: The Blizzaga did, tho, right?
Hector: "Thanks, that'd be great."
He turns to Sakha. "Look, us sleepin' in the same bad could help ya build up some trust. 'sides, I'm cuddly."
[OOC] Sakha: No, it's considered Friendly Fire, - no limit
[OOC] WC GM: What Sakha said. Has to be in a regular battle, or plot damage, to count.
[OOC] Riia: BAH
[OOC] WC GM: Otherwise, PCs would simply beat each other up all the time specifically to build limit.
[OOC] Riia: Bah
Sakha gets prickly.
Hector: "Y'don't have t'act like that all the damned time, y'know. Ya could at least TRY to be nice every once in a while, sheesh."
[OOC] Riia: Sad but true. Hector is cuddly, but Sakha isn't, because of the SPINES.
Riia crosses her fingers and climbs into the Relaxation Chamber.
[OOC] WC GM: Riia: VIT check.
[OOC] ORN: if she didn't cast element spines she'd be perfectly comfy
Hector takes a walk around the factory, to clear his head a little.
Riia rolled 1d100 and got 9 ( Total: 9 )
[OOC] Riia: Pass
[OOC] WC GM: Crit
[OOC] Riia: …wasn't sure stat checks could crit
[OOC] Hector: I think the only things that can't are spells.
Pak emerges from his room. "I-i feel better!"
[OOC] WC GM: Pak: VIT check.
[OOC] Riia: Yay for the drugs
[OOC] Hector: A physical-based limit can crit if you roll that, if the enemy has Evader, right?
Riia is probably up by the time Hector gets back.
[OOC] WC GM: If it can botch, it can crit.
[OOC] WC GM: I forget if Evader allows crits where they weren't otherwise rolled, though.
[OOC] Hector: Yeah, but if you roll a 1 on your MAcc roll, you're not getting extra damage. You're just not missing.
[OOC] Felicia: no, it doesnt
[OOC] ORN: because magic can't crit, and let's be honest most of the time can't miss either
[OOC] Felicia: Things that could crit before can still crit, but things that couldnt are not suddenly enabled to.
[OOC] Felicia: They just, y'know, don't miss.
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 81 for a total of 81
[OOC] Pak: Okay, that's a non-pass c_c;
Pak is, like, totally tripping.
[OOC] WC GM: Need I say more? :P
[OOC] ORN: picturing a certain southpark episode involving 'cats'… with kenny's awesome trips
[OOC] Santa: They weren't awesome, they were just Heavy Metal
[OOC] Riia: Same thing.
Riia remembers more, thanks to the wonderful night's (/hour's) sleep. She clenches a fist in rage, though she's not about to charge the Yeti with her teeth.
Sakha peers at the pod. "Hey Riia, can I give it a try?"
ORN eventually thaws out and assimilates the slab
Riia blinks
Riia frowns - but she doesn't think it should do any undue harm to a Mithra…
Riia nods cautiously.
[OOC] Eric Lionheart: But you're still hungry…</chronotrigger>
[OOC] Riia: =p
Sakha steps in for a period of rest.
[OOC] WC GM: Sakha: VIT check.
Sakha rolled up 1d100: 57 (57)
Pak @_@
Pak wanders around all dizzy-style. "Wa-aaahhh."
[OOC] Sakha: fail by 5
Hector runs into Pak, almost quite literally. "whoa there!"
Pak: "Auuu~ @_@"
Sakha starts drifting off to sleep…dreams come rapidly…faster…
…faster…too fast…
Hector holds his shoulders. "Yo, you alright?"
Sakha wakes up in a cold sweat ten minutes later. Sleep is *far* from her mind now. If she had ever tasted triple espresso, she would almost be able to swear she had just downed a gallon of it from the adrenaline in her system just now.
[OOC] Sakha: what kind of dreams?
Hector waves his hand in front of Pak's face. "You in there, little bro?"
Riia starts as Sakha is abruptly awoken.
Pak uhh. "I-i… I'm okay! P-probably!"
[OOC] Riia: "Let me check my notes…"
Pak @_@
Riia walks over and helps her out.
[OOC] WC GM: Erotic ones. Nightmares. Triumphant ones. They kind of blur - and it is hard to remember when you wake.
Cassandra_Lionheart looks at Eric, and just hops on the bed, and pats the area right next to her.
Pak: "Nyaaah…"
Pak bats at Hector's hair. c.c
[OOC] ORN: victorious erotic nightmares?
Eric_Lionheart sits on the bed and just blinks.
[OOC] WC GM: Dreams can get wierd, ya? Now imagine what happens when you step in a dream machine optimized for an alien species, that was rebuilt from half-understood specifications.
Cassandra_Lionheart undress down to her skivves, and smiles at Eric "Well, this feels comfy."
Eric Lionheart: "I suppose."
Sakha sways with flushed cheeks, panting.
Hector: "Oh, geez. Y'should lay down for a while. Lemme take ya back to your room, alright?"
[OOC] ORN: indeed. So its sex atop a mountain of dead ninjas on WW2 bikes with polar bears for sakha
Riia nods and helps Sakha back.
[OOC] Eric Lionheart: You think too much.
[OOC] WC GM: Nah. That would be mundane.
[OOC] WC GM: One thing, though: with and wielding Hector.
[OOC] Felicia: lol references
[OOC] Ahiru: ??
Pak is just totally cat-mode. "Nyaooo."
Felicia takes some time to sit and relax in her room for awhile, enjoying the incense…
Hector: "…great. Did you inhale somethin' you shouldn't have?"
Pak: "T-think there was thing."
Pak: "Inna plushies."
Pak: "Smells good!"
Hector: "Oh, boy."
Hector: "Man, these moogles're really good at screwing us up, aren't they?"
Pak myaah!
Pak squirms out of Hector's grip and scampers into a random room.
WC GM rolled 1d5 and got 2 for a total of 2
Pak opens the door on Cassandra and Eric!
Eric Lionheart: "…"
[OOC] WC GM: So just how far did they get? :P
Hector: "What the?"
Hector: "Stop doing that!"
Pak :x
Cassandra_Lionheart is naked and stares at Pak!
Pak: "Boring!"
Pak runs off.
[OOC] ORN: so who's tied to what?
Riia has helped Sakha to her own bed by now.
Eric_Lionheart looks at Cassandra. "I was unaware we was boring."
Hector goes after Pak.
Cassandra_Lionheart looks at Eric and is flush white "I was unaware he was able to open the door!"
Eric_Lionheart casts Aero to shut the door before Cassandra can go storming off.
Pak scampers~
Cassandra_Lionheart looks at Eric "I was not going after him.."
WC GM rolled 1d5 and got 1 for a total of 1
Pak collides with Riia, helping Sakha into bed!
Pak mya! "Sakha~! Riia~"
Sakha: "Hmmm…?"
Pak wags his tail. "My room smells good! :3"
Riia petpets Pak
Pak n-nyAAo~
Pak purrs and hand-nuzzles.
Sakha: "Doesitnow?"
Pak: "
Riia scratches Pak under the chin
[OOC] ORN: well if hector wanted sakha calmer and nicer… catnip room
Pak: "Myaa~ Yeah~ <3"
Pak: "You should go try it!"
Sakha: "Thatsbetternsharing"
Hector catches up with Pak. "If those plushie things're what's causin' ya to act like this, I say we gotta get 'em outta there 'fore you end up nuts for life."
Pak: "Go go~"
Eric Lionheart: "Well, when you get angry I'm not taking chances."
Sakha woobles over to Pak.
Pak helps Sakha to his room.
Hector follows along, just to be safe.
Sakha plops onto plushies
Pak plop~
Hector stands back so he doesn't get a faceful of crap.
Just after Pak, Sakha, and Hector go to Pak's room, a few Elvaan march along with the desk, chair, and lamp for Hector's and Sakha's room, putting them into place.
Sakha gets a faceful of catnip fumes. They partly counteract, partly combine with, the adrenaline from the sleep pod.
Riia goes back to her own room and starts looking at the computer.
Hector stands at the ready.
The computer is offline just now.
Sakha mews and tumbles through plushies happily.
Riia turns it on and looks for designs for the sleep chamber.
Searching the computer takes a few minutes, but the designs are soon enough found.
Riia tries to figure out a way to copy or store the plans for later use..
The computer has a few detachable data crystals, that the plans can be copied to.
Riia will do that, then.
[OOC] ORN: those are always tasty
Pak paws at plushies. <3
Hector: "…"
He just watches.
Felicia emerges, feeling calm, focused, and refreshed! She goes to see what everyone else is up to.
Hector: "Yeah, I'd say these moogles're completely outta touch with reality."
Hector: "Plushies 'n…bondage rooms."
OpsElvaan: "Catnip plushies and bondage rooms. And mirror rooms. And meditation chambers. And…whatever THAT…"
The Elvaan points to Riia's sleep pod. "…is."
ORN is watching down from the end of the corridor, several crystalline spikes jutting out a rapidly dwindling chunk of stone next to him
OpsElvaan: "Still, most of your fellows seem to be enjoying themselves."
Hector: "And you just went along with whatever they said?"
Hector: "It wouldn't hurt t'question someone's sanity every now 'n again."
The Elvaan shrugs. "We've been stuck here for 100 years, sir. It's hard to know what the outside world still considers sane anymore."
Riia frowns and wanders over to the Elvaan.
Felicia strolls up. "…just how did you get stuck up here anyway?"
Riia holds up a sign which reads: "Did you put up the wall?"
OpsElvaan: "If you mean the teleport barrier, we are not responsible for that."
Riia shrugs.
[OOC] Riia: ….well, nods, and shrugs. Spoken - "oh, alright then."
OpsElvaan: "When Luna first approached, and the races got together to decide how to deal with it, we noticed a contingent of the invaders making for the poles."
Riia glances at the kitties, then steps back into the hall where she'll have some more room and sets up the Autocookie.
OpsElvaan: "We figured they wished to wait there as their transport disentigrated as it collided with the planet."
ORN finishes off the slab, having sped up from 'tasting' and gets closer
OpsElvaan: "Some of us - mainly Elvaan - headed up here to prevent them from gaining a foothold."
OpsElvaan: "We deduced most of what happened with the rest of the planet. The moogles' databases have confirmed our suspicions."
OpsElvaan: "Shortly afterwards, the ice at the poles began to melt."
Felicia: "Ah."
Hector: "…huh."
Hector: "I s'pose that makes sense, but still…"
Pak rolls and paws at Sakha's ears.
Cassandra_Lionheart listens in
ORN: "hm…"
OpsElvaan: "We estimate at least half of the world's dry landmass was covered before the teleport barriers went up, presumably to contain the ice."
OpsElvaan: "This would only have been a problem for the Mithra and the Hume, though."
ORN: "Nevertheless, it would have provided an even more suitable environment for the invasion force"
OpsElvaan: "Indeed."
[OOC] Riia: Cassie's busy. Besides, her door is closed…
OpsElvaan: "Since that time, we have been fighting with what we have, cut off from the rest of the world. We had taken some control of the north, mainly with help from goods dropped from this factory, before the factory itself came to us."
OpsElvaan: "It was to help us that the factory was parked here, even though we could not directly communicate with the moogles. Without their aid, we would have long since perished."
Riia nods and leans a sign in. "Trio mentioned Resistance."
ORN: "… … … That makes them sound useful"
OpsElvaan: "Highly. The moogles have been very useful, even life saving, partners in our fight."
ORN quadrablinks a few times
Felicia: "Ah. No success with any previous outside contact?"
OpsElvaan: "Negative. But then, we have spent most of our time just trying to survive."
ORN: "Were not several dwarven tunnels reaching this area?"
[OOC] Riia: Nope.
OpsElvaan: "Negative."
[OOC] Riia: Remember? The dwarven maps cut off at the poles.
[OOC] WC GM: Also, they weren't dwarven - they were mithra.
[OOC] WC GM: The tunnels, that is.
[OOC] ORN: nova knew first part but didn't remember second. ORN didn't remember either I guess ^^;;;
[OOC] WC GM: Since they're underwater metal tunnels, not tunnels through the earth.
[OOC] Riia: Oh
[OOC] Riia: In any case, they wrap…
[OOC] Hector: METAL tunnels!
[OOC] Hector: Speakers hooked up to the walls that blast Sabbath wherever you go. FUCK YEAH.
[OOC] Riia: ….which would make things very interesting if we were to dig down on this side of the wall and see where they used to lead!
[OOC] WC GM: Well, if you weighed them, they would be heavy metal.
[OOC] Hector: You're not funny.
Pak batbatbat Sakha
OpsElvaan: "The invaders' main base is on the southern pole. Once we finish preparations, it is our hope that you will lead the assault upon them."
ORN: "…"
Hector scratches the back of his head. "I'm almost wondering if the plushie-dust is gonna work on me, but I think it's prolly not a good idea to try."
ORN: "In the meantime…"
OpsElvaan: "We have experience dealing with them, but we are also - one and all - exhausted. Except for Santa."
Riia raises an eyebrow at Hector and cocks her head.
Riia signs: "Why? Is what we came for."
ORN: "If you find yourself capable of obtaining rather than destroying one of their air defense systems, this could potentially be used to obtain or fire supplies back and forth across the walls until such time as they are deactivated."
OpsElvaan: "That is our first planned operation."
OpsElvaan: "Assuming you have anyone on the other side ready to receive or send such supplies. We were hoping that would be the case."
ORN: "As for genocide of all hostiles on all worlds, that is the reason for This Group's existance"
Riia makes cookies.
ORN: "All Friendlies and Neutrals may rest peacefully in this knowledge."
The Elvaan sniffs the air, and looks at Riia. "What…are those?"
Riia hands the Elvaan a cookie.
Santa explodes into the room.
Santa: "WHAT is that HEAVENLY smell?"
[OOC] Riia: Riia's in the hall, actually
Riia hands the Santa a cookie.
[OOC] Riia: Unless he's after the 'nip
Santa looks at the cookie with silence, almost reverence, before taking an experimental nibble.
Santa: "…"
Santa: "… AMAZING!"
OpsElvaan: "Sir?"
Santa: "This is the best thing I've tasted in well over 100 YEARS!"
Santa points to the Ops Elvaan before him. "You there! Obtain the instructions for these wonderful delicacies from Miss Riaa! I want an oven making these by TONIGHT!"
[OOC] ORN: can someome pm me the last 2 minutes?
Riia: //(Kay) //
[OOC] Pak: I haven't been doin' anythin~")
[OOC] Riia: Santa demands cookies.
Santa: "… That reminds me… do we have anymore milk in storage?"
Santa: "Something tells me they'd go GREAT together…"
OpsElvaan: "We have been synthesizing fresh stocks. I shall go get some."
He departs.
ORN: "?"
ORN: "What have you consumed in the last century?"
Santa finishes the rest of his cookie, then looms happily over Riia.
Santa: "Little girl, if you would be so kind, could you share your wonderful recipe with my elves?"
The Elvaan soon returns with a tray holding several drinking glasses, and a large bottle of white liquid.
Riia looks at the cookie making machine and considers for a moment, then nods.
OpsElvaan: "The computer in your room is connected to our database. If you could input the recipe there, we can forward it to our fabricators."
Santa holds out a massive gloved hand, expecting a filled glass put into it, and takes another cookie.
[OOC] ORN: elves and white liquid. this cannot end well
The Elvaan fills a glass and puts it in Santa's hand.
Riia nods, makes sure the autocookie will be fine on its own for a while, then heads over and uploads the cookie recipie along with the autocookie specs.
Hector sighs. "Alright, looks like my role's over. Think I'll just head to sleep."
Santa eats a cookie with milk, and grins broadly. "It's PERFECT!"
Santa: "What do you call these little crackery, biscuity things, little girl?"
Riia holds up a sign that reads "cookies"
Santa: "COOKIES! Delightful!"
Santa gives Riia an affectionate but gentle pat on the head, taking care not to crush her ears with his huge hand.
Pak rolls over. "I smell something tasty~!"
Pak scampers out towards Riia. "I wanna eated a cookie."
[OOC] Santa: if you give a cat a cookie
[OOC] Santa: It will say something stupid like that -_-
Cassandra_Lionheart looks at Pak and shakes her head
[OOC] Riia: Cassie is in her room with the door closed having mad sex with Eric.
[OOC] Pak: …Aren't you in your room, Cassie?
[OOC] Riia: Heback!
Riia finishes uploading, then heads back over to the Device, where she hands a cookie to Pak.
[OOC] ORN: this is kinda getting troublesome. can't access net options so if the cache for this thing's topping off…
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: doh
[OOC] WC GM: Eh, we're almost done for today
[OOC] Riia: /me apologises for that last sentence.
Hector heads to bed.
Pak om nom nom
[OOC] WC GM: Got the plot established, got the PCs to where they were going.
Santa is eating cookies until someone else has some.
There is a thundering of footsteps
ORN: "… incoming"
A horde of Elvaan and Moogles show up, eyes wide and sparkling.
Horde: "Cookies please?"
Santa points to the tray he's eating from
The horde om nom noms.
Riia: //@.@ //
Riia does something she swore she'd never do…
Riia sets the autocookie to HIGH.
[OOC] Eric Lionheart: For the Horde!
Santa cheers!
The horde wolfs the cookies down as fast as they are produced!
Pak yay! :3
Riia keeps an ear out for any…"inconsistencies" in the internal workings of the Autocookie.
[OOC] WC GM: Systems check
Riia rolled 1d100 and got 75 ( Total: 75 ) **
[OOC] Riia: pass by 75
[OOC] WC GM: You mean by 25?
The Autocookie is getting a bit strained by the time the horde is sated, but it does the job.
[OOC] Riia: Er….yeah…I mean no, no, I have 150% Systems!
Riia heaves a sigh of relief and winds the autocookie down.
Pak falls asleep in a pile of plushies with Sakha.
Riia already slept, so she lets everyone fall asleep to the smell of fresh-baked cookies. //
[OOC] WC GM: K, I think we're done. Call it…12000 XP for today?

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