Confirming my new role.
I have received my role
I’ve received two roles. Juicy!
I’ve got my role.
Confirming receipt of two roles. The first one (I assume) will be discarded.
Game on!
Second confirmation.
Confirming again.
If either of the second roles are scum, feel free to share their nature with the group.
I didn’t get a second role…?
re-confirm
Your spam filters are keeping me from sending it to you.
And it has to be some sort of record, the mod is already tearing his hair out and the game hasn’t even started yet.
Sorry - try hej_ull@live.dk
One more thing–for those people who didn’t get this:
IGNORE YOUR FIRST ROLE PM. ONLY THE SECOND ONE COUNTS.
Also, because I forgot to mention this earlier:
If you are signing up for an offboard site, please use the same name you use here. Don’t worry about telling me first: just sign up and I’ll get to approving it if I recognize the name.
New role confirmed
Someone took a page out of Idle Thoughts’ book.
After 6 weeks of feverished programming, you had finally made definitive progress! The T-800–originally set to attack Sarah Conner–was completly reprogrammed, a success, and ready to go and protect John and Sarah Conner! The other terminators were still in progress, but nobody’s complaining!
Time to set off! Everyone was in position, and the terminator had disappeared without a hitch! Back to-
ALERT! ALERT! TIME TRAVELERS EN ROUTE!
To everyone’s suprise, the T-800 landed, along with a badass chick and a frightened young boy. The lead scientist immeadeatly asked what was going on.
“You asked me to protect him.” Said the Terminator. “This is the safest place, and she forced herself into the portal”.
“Its- What-” sputtered the lead scientist.
“Sir! Sir! It’s Skynet! It’s activated the T-1000s! They can’t escape or it’ll send them back for sure!”, cried a scientist as he ran into the time portal room.
Westing–the lead scientist–reacted immeadeatly. He barked into his communicator, “Cut ALL communication to the outside! Depower all doors! Activate the auxiliary generators! MOVE MOVE MOVE!”
“If you’ll all go to the briefing room. We have to orginize a plan. Not you, Jenkins. You stay.”
Westing paced around the room. “Okay, Jenkins, how bad is it? What can they do?”
Jenkins pulled out his research notes, fumbled through the lists, and pulled out the one detailing the terminators. There was a lot written for the T-1000 model 206. “Well sir, we’ve managed to install a few restraining loops in the–in an event like this. Firstly, they’re intimidated by numbers. If we can convene in a room together, they won’t attack unless there are more of them.”
Westing nodded. “Good, that should buy us a lot of time. What else?”
Jenkins bobbled nervously as he continued. “Well, we’ve managed to keep them from killing more than once a night. But that inhibitor only lasts a fortnight. Once that’s gone, even one could probably take down whoever’s still alive. And-” he continued before Westing could respond “we’ve disabled their shapeshifting programming. They do not retain the abilities of the people they’re imitating. Except for Model 206. He’s the most threatening”.
Westing paused, thinking. Finally, he said, “Well, that doesn’t sound too bad. We’ve got five guys, and only one can kill one person a night, and only one’s got powers, and they don’t even no each other. We should be a-”
“Well…not exactly.” Jenkins interrupted hesitantly. “We didn’t get around to jamming their communications equipment. Except for Model 206.”
“Well…well alright, that still doesn’t sound too bad. There’s more than twice of us, and–Hey! You! What are you doing out during the day?”
A janitor had entered the room some time ago, and was quite obviously listening intently. He was unapologetic about it, since he knew what to do. “I know what to do.” he said. “It’s just like all those games I played back when the internet was normal. Look, let me explain it.”
Later, in the briefing room:
Everyone was solemly sitting as the janitor finished his speech and Westing retook the stage.
“So, that’s the basic plan.” He orated. “As you’ve already noticed, there are eight extra people here. three are the time travelers from earlier, but the five others–they’re the scum we’ve gotta root out. Fortunately, not all of us have to rely on wits and logic alone. A few days ago, our mole in the governing body (sheep though they are) came down to visit, and there’s no records of him leaving, so he’ll be able to help. Second, we’ve got a couple doctors on loan from the secret medlab in Montana. One of them is an-” here, he ruffled through his forms and read a description off of one of them “an active doctor, who keeps his patients from injuring themselves. No idea what that means, but it should help. The janitor also says he should be able to help keep us safe at night.”
“Also,” he said as he reached into a bag, “we’ve also got a few items. A taser, a key for the storage closet, and a big gun. Here” at this, he tossed the three items into the crowd, “sort these out amongst yourselves.”
“Lastly, we’ve got our time travelers. One is-” here he again bent over his notes, “fully able and ready to kill. One is an expert in intimidation, and attached to that are psychiatric forms–”
A shriek came from the crowd that sounded like “Don’t read!”
“-unfilled. The last one just says, ‘I ask people questions.’”
“Right anyway, now that we’ve got that sorted out, we must start, for the day does not last long and I don’t trust us to be co-ordinated.”
“You’ll notice that this room is empty except for a large pool of metal. I’ve diverted all power to that pool, meaning we can’t leave this room until it’s fully heated. In the meantime we’ll vote–yes, what is it, Geoff?”
A scrawny scientist in the back asked, “Sir, it seems inefficient to use plurality voting. I suggest we use a more sophisticated voting method, such as the Borda count.”
Westing nodded, curtly. “Motion approved. Now, to business. Who shall our first suspect be?”
Have at it!
And awayyyyy we go.