Welcome, Troubleshooters, to a new and glorious day here in the Alpha Complex! You all awaken in your communal barracks and prepare to begin your morning.
Marguerite slides her feet over the side of her bunk, pads to the communal bathroom and starts brushing her teeth.
(You can talk in first person)
A loudspeaker blares to life and begins announcing, in the voice of the Computer:
WAKEY-WAKE GAS HAS BEEN DEPLOYED. GOOD MORNINGCYCLE, CITIZENS. FOR EFFICIENCY PURPOSES, TODAY'S PRAISE THE COMPUTER SESSION AND PUBLIC HATING SESSIONS HAVE BEEN COMBINED. ALL TROUBLESHOOTERS, PLEASE RESPOND WITH YOUR NAMES, ONE THING YOU ARE GRATEFUL TO THE COMPUTER FOR, AND ONE THING YOU HATE ABOUT COMMIES.
That One Gal
I wake to the wakey-wake gas. "Tathell-R-FEK-1, grateful for the safety provided by Friend Computer and hating those Commie mutant traitors in general!"
Hi, my name is Marguerite, one thing I'm grateful to Friend Computer for is my girlfriend, and the one that I hate about Commies is that they're filthy rotten bastards who seek to undermine the noble democracy that Friend Computer created.
The thing with the red gold crown.
Opening his eyes with enthusiasm Ribosome sat up and stretched.
"Ribosome-R-None-1! I love that Friend Computer looks out for me! I hate that Commies say comrade!"
He jumped out of the bed and ran for the bathroom. Wakey Wakey gas makes me feel weird.
It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.
Questionable Citizen
Lander counts the Friend Computer issued drugs twice. Not three times because the word "thrice" sounds vaguely like "treason" and it's much too early to deal with things like that.
When the loud blared to life behind him, he threw up his hands, and shouted in an indoor-recording device friendly manner, "LANDERS-R-[section name], GRATEFUL FOR THE GREATNESS OF COMPUTER, HATEFUL TO COMMIES HABIT OF CONTINUED EXISTENCE."
GIRL-FRIEND? MARGUERITE-R, HAVE YOU BEEN TAKING YOUR PRESCRIBED HORMONE SUPPRESSANTS?
(Note: all-caps is how the Computer always talks)
edited 25th Aug '13 9:10:40 AM by Quantumawsome
I might have forgotten to take them for two weeks. I've had a lot to do, like hunting down mutant scum.
Gun Cat Enthusiast
Cecilia had barely opened her eyes when she easily rose from her bunk, a serene smile already on her mouth.
"Good morningcycle," she answered the announcement in a smooth, happy voice, all while she began stretching her arms. "Cecilia-R-WNV-1, grateful for Friend Computer for keeping Alpha Complex safe, and hateful towards Commies for threatening our happiness."
edited 25th Aug '13 9:12:41 AM by NaomiHansen
"I do not approve of the fact that my favorite quotes are too long for this character limit." - Me
The thing with the red gold crown.
"Landers your hate towards the Commies is commendable and has inspired me to strive harder!"
I looked to see if there was room in the bathroom to start my hygiene rituals.
edited 25th Aug '13 9:18:44 AM by Philosopher
It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.
This might go faster if we all use first-person. Though if it helps with immersion, you can use third person if you want.
MARGUERITE-R, AS PUNISHMENT FOR FAILING TO TAKE YOUR PRESCRIBED MEDICATION, YOU ARE ASSIGNED TO SCRUB-BOT MAITENANCE DUTY SHOULD YOU SURVIVE YOUR NEXT TROUBLESHOOTING MISSION.
That One Gal
I too make my way to clean myself, making DOUBLY sure to be perfectly hygienic.
Tathell-R and Ribosome-R, what are your Hygiene stats?
The thing with the red gold crown.
....1. Help me, Friend Computer.
edited 25th Aug '13 9:23:02 AM by Philosopher
It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.
That One Gal
13, Friend Computer!
I bow my head in shame before speaking.
"I am sorry for not taking my medication, Friend Computer. I will endeavor to do so in the future."
edited 25th Aug '13 9:24:26 AM by SixthSaint
Ribosome, you rolled a 4, and thus failed. You trip in the bathroom and spill mouthwash all over yourself.
Tathell, you rolled an 11, and thus succeeded. Your breath is minty fresh.
Gun Cat Enthusiast
Yeah, first-person doesn't wanna cooperate with me at this hour, so…
After rolling her neck a few times, Cecilia did a cursory check of the area around her, then got out of her bunk. First order of business: Make the bed.
A cleanly citizen makes for a happy citizen, she thought, continuing to smile as she ordered her sheets and pillow.
"I do not approve of the fact that my favorite quotes are too long for this character limit." - Me
You all receive a notice on your PDC's. It is a Mission Alert! You know from experience that you should report to a wall terminal immediately.
I start walking over to the nearest wall terminal to look over the mission parameters.
The thing with the red gold crown.
Must get clean. Friend Computer is not happy when I am not tidy. When Friend Computer is unhappy then the poor soul is very unhappy - and dead.
I worked to clean up the mess with a towel so that I could try to get myself clean.
Aaahh! I dropped the towel and vaulted towards the nearest vacant terminal.
edited 25th Aug '13 9:29:26 AM by Philosopher
It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.
That One Gal
Post-haste to the wall terminal!
Questionable Citizen
Lander threw on his Teela-O t shirt and walked briskly outside. Nodding to the security cameras as he passed
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edited 25th Aug '13 6:51:14 AM by Quantumawsome