Space Quest:Convergence/Chapter 01/Choice Quotes
From Dead Pigeons Society
Chapter 1:
mainstreet: I'm still sick, and lately it's been getting worse as the night goes on. Therefore, I may need to bail early. If it gets too horrible.
Ascii: Ah, alright. Poor guy. We'll go for as long as you can. If you do need to bail, don't worry too much; your character introduction can accomodate your character being unconcious for a half-a-session or so. ;)
mainstreet: ...uh-oh.
Ascii: *evil grin* >:D
Ascii: Oh, yeah, more SHS show stuff: Modok (the little guy in the floating chair-suit) is apparantly voiced by Scott McNeil. He sounds *exactly* like BW Waspinator, only without the speech impediment. :D
Jeysie: Hmm. Me and my friend never did decide on who Scott McNeil should voice in a Shattered Glass cartoon...
Ascii: Everybody, probably. :p Seems to be the trend.
Ascii: *has an idea for Cold Snap, Heatwave's as-yet-undiscovered regular-universe-evil incarnation* :p
Ascii: Cold Snap causes machines to shut down or self-destruct by being mean to them. :p
Ascii: *watches him give a pinkbelly to a server cabinet*
Jeysie: Still, the gestalt's odd in other ways, too... like when they spend most of the recent comic lugging the dead body of one of their number around. No, that's not creepy or anything.
Ascii: Heh! Well, he's their friend!
Ascii: ...plus, without him they're missing a limb. :p
Ascii: Reminds me of a Robot Chicken sketch. A news reporter was talking about how flu season was having a big impact on giant robot teams; news footage of Voltron missing an arm, and G1 Devastator missing a couple of limbs and hopping around helplessly before falling down. :D
-> Merilac has joined sq
Jeysie: Merilac?
mainstreet: Ya. :)
Jeysie: He? She?
mainstreet: He.
Jeysie: He's not somehow related to the Maranises, is he?
mainstreet: No. :P
Jeysie: Just checking.
mainstreet: Even I can't make that work.
Jeysie: XD
mainstreet: Human and Sarien? Ewwwww.
Jeysie: We have a Sarien Fighter-type again? Hee hee. Is he conversant in Sarien Hand Signals?
mainstreet: Probably. :D
Jeysie: Good! Too bad the rest of us aren't...
Ascii: AwRIIIIIIGHT! Space Quest RPG crew! Are you ready to RAWK!?
MP-X301: RAWK AND ROWL!
MP-X301: Rock and Road?
MP-X301: Hm... I want some ice cream.
Ascii: ---BEGIN SLAUGHTER - I MEAN, GAME---
Ascii: "As we join our hero, Roger Wil--er, ahem. I mean, as we join our heroes, MP and Ada, we find them puttering around Meat and Metal Medical, the small combination clinic/maintenance/occasional catering service (don't ask where the food comes from) that the inseparable duo have opened in the wake of their first big adventure (mostly for lack of anything better to do).
BLusk: MP-X301 is kicked back in his metal recliner chair, feet up on the remains of a junked satellite they'd scavenged during a recent "parts run" to the local scrap yard. "Awfully quiet today, Ada. I'm surprised there hasn't been another run since the Food Line stopped serving tapioca pudding. The riots alone would have done something, you'd think."
Ascii: Uh. I actually wasn't done yet, but... ;)
BLusk: Oh. Sorry, it looked like a stopping point.
Ascii: S'ok.
BLusk: Feel free to kill it.
Jeysie: With fire?
BLusk: (as MP-X301) "Better the tapioca than from the Labion Terror Stroganoff. That stuff's lethal." MP picks up a dart and throws it across the room at the dart board sitting cock-eyed on the wall. "Any new robotics problems?"
Jeysie: (as Ada) "Not at the moment. Though I hear your newer model kin have been causing problems. Something about the latest makeup trend resembling the Denebian flu spots, so they keep trying to force treat everyone."
Jeysie: I remember when my mom and I were at the local Goth shop I asked her what she thought of a neat shade of blue lipstick, and she told me that if I wore that every paramedic I passed would be trying to treat me for cyanosis.
Ascii: "That woman needs mouth-to-mouth! Heh heh."
Ascii: Suddenly...
Ascii: ...rocks fall. Everyone dies. The end.
Ascii: ...no, wait, wrong notes. Ah, here we go. Suddenly...
Ascii: ...the visiphone rings! *RING!*
Ascii: She resumes speaking, still shaken, but much more coherent. "Okay, like... oh my GOD, I'm like, down here at the corner of 74th and 47th, and, like, there's this, like, totally *dead* dude here!" Well, okay, maybe not *that* coherent. "Well, I mean, he's not like, DEAD dead. I think. He's still breathing."
mainstreet: So I'm almost dead already?
Ascii: Heh. Don't worry, they'll save you. ;)
mainstreet: Riiiiiiiiight
Ascii: Sure they will. MP's a trained medic. :D
Ascii: ...and an ecnalubma. :D
BLusk: (as MP-X301) "74th and 47th, then? I'll be in the garage, Ada, come out as soon as you get the rest of the details." MP darts through the door into the garage and checks the map for 74th and 47th streets.
Ascii: Scanning the maps, you quickly locate the intersection of 74th and 47th - it's right between 73rd and 75th streets, and 46th and 48th streets.
BLusk: (as MP-X301) "Okay, I got the route in the ol' processors..." He checks his supplies, equipment, optics, scanners, multitool, heavy weapons...
BLusk: Someone want to yell "Transform and Roll Out"?
Jeysie: I was getting there. Although it was going to be more like "Let's roll out!"
Ascii: Roll? :p Ironic, really - MP gets a new body with new legs, and he still has to hover everywhere. ;)
BLusk: Transform and Float Out just doesn't have the same ring. :D
BLusk: Shall I go ahead and switch to Ambulance mode?
Ascii: Just make sure you come up with a convincing onomotapeia(sp) for the transforming noise. :p
Jeysie: You are a cruel DM, Ascii. Even the comic writers can't decide on a common onomatopoeia. XD
Ascii: I know, that was the joke. ;)
BLusk: (as MP-X301) "Green? Oh, joy... I better boot up the Xenomedical Database on the way." MP's gears and servos whine and grind as he switches over to vehicle mode, the patent-pending traditional onomatopoeia not properly licensed, and thus he gets a grind-whine-growl-crunch-mangle-spoit-CLANK, finally ending up in a hovering vehicle mode, complete with flashing lights. "Hop in, Ada."
BLusk: He needs to set "Thip-Crinkle-Spoit" to "No".
BLusk: MP's engines rev up, his siren blares, and he bursts out of the garage, careening off the curb and heads toward the scene of the crime!
Ascii: I still think MP should be actually yelling "WHEE-ooo, WHEE-ooo" instead of using a real siren. ;)
BLusk: I think someone is strangling a moose to make his morse code.
BLusk: Seriously, it sounds pitiful, going up and down in tone like a dying moose.
BLusk: Oh, good, it stopped before I had to call PETA. ;)
Ascii: Nice analogy. :D
Ascii: As Ada shuffles the crowd out of the way, you use your mighty robot sensory powers to perceive the soon-to-be-corpse in the midst of the group. It's a humanoid, and in bad shape - he's bent at an odd angle, and there's copious amounts of blood. As you look closer, you realize that the victim is a Sarien - wearing civilian clothes and body armor, but unmistakably Sarien.
BLusk: MP-X301 transforms back to robot mode with a properly non-copyrighted sound, then pulls out his medical bag, stepping over to the Sarien, and immediately begins working on life-saving treatment. "Reminds me of Roy." He begins working with his tools of the trade to stabilize the Sarien for transport and further medical attention.
Ascii: Alright, BLusk, you get to make the first roll of SQ2!
BLusk: YAY! Treat Injury?
Ascii: Yeah.
GameServ: BLusk rolled 1d20: 9 <Total: 9(+15) = 24>
Ascii: Ooh, quite nice.
Ascii: Good news, Main! You're not dead! :D
BLusk: The bad news: You're being treated by a robot that has a bad attitude and a worse bedside manner. Works great for Sariens.
Ascii: After several tense minutes, a few blood-spurting wounds, and quite a lot of suture, MP manages to stitch the alien up into something resembling stability.
mainstreet: Blood-spurting wounds? Blood-spurting wounds?!?
Jeysie: Trinsic, the only RP group where you can suffer grevious wounds *before* you start the campaign.
Jeysie: Ada unloads a gurney from the back of MP (don't ask where it goes in robot mode), heads over to the not-so-dead body, and wrestles him onto the gurney with some effort.
Ascii: Subspace! :D
Ascii: Dude! I just remembered a hilarious Robot Chicken skit I'd meant to tell you about.
Jeysie: Oh?
Ascii: I forget some of the details, but basically the scrawny nerd kid (who's a recurring RC character) has some sort of dream that's a parody of the Wizard of Oz.
Ascii: Except that the Scarecrow, Tinman, and Cowardly Lion are replaced with <someone I forget>, Optimus Prime, and Lion-O. :p
Ascii: During the fight with the evil witch and her flying critters, the nerd doles out combat advice to his new friends. Lion-O, for example, can't reach the monkeys overhead with his sword, so the nerd tells him to just keep saying "Thunder! Thunder!" over and over again. Just like in the cartoon, the sword grows longer each time he says it, until it's a dozen feet long and can easily reach the ceiling. :D
Ascii: Then Optimus has problems catching the monkeys because they move too fast. The nerd comes up with a brilliant plan: use the trailer.
Ascii: Optimus turns *away* from the monkeys, waits for one to try and hit him from behind...
Ascii: ...then transforms. His trailer, as always, magically appears from nowhere and zips up to connect to his hitch, smashing the monkey between the back of the cab and the front of the trailer. :D
Ascii: The nerd actually comments about how nobody has figured out where the trailer goes. ;)
mainstreet: (as Merilac) "...nhh"
Jeysie: (as Ada) "Hmm? I think he... she... uh, the patient's awake."
BLusk: (as MP-X301) "Oh, as long as the patient's not in pain, don't worry about it. Sariens tend to shun painkillers for some odd reason, but if he requests one, give him Saricol Barbitien, pills are in the top left cabinet."
Ascii: Give me a Pain check. ;)
GameServ: mainstreet rolled 1d20: 8 <Total: 8(+0) = 8>
Ascii: Hmm. Not bad. You're in "accidentally bumped my head on the desk after crawling under it to retrieve your dropped pen" pain.
mainstreet: Despite being bloody all over? o.o okay.
Ascii: Hey, don't look at me. You rolled it. ;) You're a Sarien, they're tough. ;)
mainstreet: (as Merilac) "Uh... where am I?"
Jeysie: (as Ada) "You're in the back of the medic who'll be treating you when we get back to our clinic."
mainstreet: (as Merilac) "Huh?"
Jeysie: (as Ada) "MP?"
BLusk: MP-X301 drives along at a more reasonable pace. From the front of the cab, MP says, "I'm MP-X301, your medic for today. Please calm down, sir, and relax. We'll have your medical needs taken care of shortly. In the meantime, may I get your name for our records?"
mainstreet: Merilac stares. "The... car... talks?"
BLusk: ... BWAHAHAHAHA!
Ascii: "Dude...a talking AMBULANCE!" :D
Jeysie: I know, that just occurred to me too. XD
Ascii: The joke LIVES! :D
mainstreet: (as Merilac) "Am I dreaming?"
BLusk: (as MP-X301) "Do you frequently dream about talking cars?"
Jeysie: (as OOC Merilac) "No, but I do dream about beautiful women."
BLusk: (as MP-X301) "Then indications are that you are at a normal level of coherence, sir. Now, what is your name?"
mainstreet: (as Merilac) "Merilac."
BLusk: (as MP-X301) "Thank you, Merilac. Do you have any prior conditions I need to know about? Allergies to common medications? Artificial implants?"
mainstreet: (as Merilac) "Don't think so."
BLusk: (as MP-X301) "Do you have a family history of squeedlyspooch illness?"
mainstreet: (as Merilac) "Uh... 'family'?"
BLusk: (as MP-X301) "My apologies, a biological chain tendency to the same?"
mainstreet: (as Merilac) "No idea."
Ascii: And, of course, the most important question.
Ascii: "Do you have insurance?"
BLusk: (as MP-X301) "Oh, I'm sorry, that costs extra." MP looks at Ada and smiles slightly. "Don't take the stairs to the recovery room."
mainstreet: (as Merilac) "Cost?"
Jeysie: (as Ada) "You think we do this out of the kindness of our hearts? Psh, we gave that up for Lent."
mainstreet: (as Merilac) "Uh... I don't got much money."
Ascii: (OOC) "Do you have any spare organs you might care to sell?"
Ascii: (OOC) "Or are we going to have to send a collection droid after you?"
Ascii: Maybe they have an EZ Credit plan...
Jeysie: (as Ada) "Well... hrm. We're going to have to figure out a way around this issue. ...what skills do you have? Please say cleaning; behind the shelves is starting to grow funny things and we're both too afraid to go near them."
mainstreet: (as Merilac) "I shoot things. And run away. Quickly."
Jeysie: (as Ada) "You have a problem with being our troubleshooter until you pay off the bill?"
BLusk: See trouble? Shoot it.
Jeysie: Ayep.
Jeysie: (as Ada) "Especially seeing as how you're on the 'do-not-treat' list."
BLusk: (as MP-X301) "Speaking of, how'd you get on the DoN'T list?"
Ascii: He's a Sarien.
BLusk: Just in general, all Sariens are Do Not Treat?
Ascii: More or less. Most Xenonians still hate the Sariens for being evil all those years ago, for being space pirate meneaces more recently, and even more recently for stealing the Star generator and coming dangerously close to blowing the planet off the face of the galaxy. ;)
Ascii: Sarien refugees are legal, but most hospitals aren't letting them anywhere near their patients.
Ascii: You guys, fortunately, are above such bigotry. :D
BLusk: Or... we just take everyone's money.
Ascii: If it's alright with you guys, I may call it a night at this point. I need to figure out how to introduce Ieth before I can go much farther than this...
BLusk: Okay, early termination fees may apply, though.
Ascii: Well, like I said, I was originally going to have Ieth intro'd along with Main. Now I need to figure out how to bring him in without him just knocking on the door like the annoying sitcom neighbor. :D
Ascii: Although, that might work.
BLusk: We shoot annoying sitcom neighbors. Does that count?
Solarisa: Why does francine [in American Dad] wear heels in the house when sweeping? :|
Ascii: Because she only has that one outfit. :p
Jeysie: All cartoon and comic characters have only one outfit. It's the law of the universe.
Ascii: So, anything else interesting in the TF world? I'm still lacking in TFage. :(
Jeysie: Not much other than FanClub stuff. This month's magazine has Heatwave and SG Cyclonus bios, as well as ROTF toy pics. Can't wait to get it. :D
Ascii: What's SG Cyclonus like?
Jeysie: Dunno yet. I haven't gotten the issue. ;)
Ascii: Oh. :p
Jeysie: Although in last issue's comic he turned out to be an agent for Alpha Trion who assassinates Megatron.
Jeysie: I heard in this comic the Nexus Prime folks that aren't dead try reviving him.
Jeysie: So, think about it for a sec. We might get a Megatron revived as a sane Galvatron by a Primus-proxy, with Starscream as his loyal SIC. That would be so much opposite-world awesome. Just saying.
Ascii: Okay, so here's the pitch: BLusk and Jeysie's characters run a small clinic and repair shop. Main's character got hurt real bad, and they went to pick him up and treat him. Now he owes them the bill. ;)
Ascii: I have two ideas for Thaddeus so far. One, he's a buddy of Main's character, who comes by to try and help Main's char talk his way out of the mess.
Ascii: Two, he happens to live/work in the neighborhood of the clinic, and drops by to annoy everyone like he does every day. ;)
Ascii: Or a possible third idea, if you have one.
Iethloc: He's a business man. Maybe he'll have some fine leather jackets to sell :P
Ascii: What sort of business?
Iethloc: Hmm... adventuring gear salesman, like thermoweave underwear and dehydrated water, perhaps
Ascii: Hmm. I have an idea. How about a phoney medicine man? He keeps dropping by and trying to sell MP and Ada various "medicinal wonders" that are really rip-offs. ;)
Iethloc: A snake oil salesman?
Ascii: Yeah. :D
Iethloc: Sounds fun :P
Ascii: Heh! Perfect. ;) He thinks MP is an easy mark, so he keeps trying to hock all sorts of useless "medicines".
Iethloc: Now I need to think up some phony drug names :P
