Police Station XVIII

[AmberVael]

((Plus you were offline. Kinda put a damper on your ability to do anything. ))

[LordVader]

((Yeah, just making sure you knew. Can you post on the Second Floor now?))

[metakirb]

Project omega continues his usual looking around

[Penguinizer]

Davvry Ujona walks into the headquarters. Looking for a possible desk in which he could sit. He trods around the station.

[Artemis97]

There's quite a few desks, some of them empty, the chief's office, the infirmary, the morgue, and the cell block. The infirimary is empty, there's one corpse laying in stasis in the morgue, the chief's not in at the moment, and of course there are criminals in the cells.

Officer Patrick 'Paddy' O'Brian gives a friendly wave to Davvry as he walks in. In his cell, Sszinyon paces, counting down the moments until his release.

[Penguinizer]

Davvry walks to an empty chair, waving to Patrick. Finding an empty storage space in the Desk he places several curved daggers into it. In a thought, he moves 1 back into his cloak.

[Artemis97]

Paddy speaks to Davvry while doing he files papers or whatever it is good NPC desk guys do. "If'n ye like, ye can get one o' those fancy guns they have."

[Penguinizer]

"I believe I was given one. But there is something assuring about a well balanced dagger. Also, better to be ready when under attack than to be under-armed." With this, he starts inspecting one of the daggers. This was the same dagger that he used to transform himself during the attempted coup earlier.

[Artemis97]

O'Brain nods. "Aye, Lad. 'Tis good to be prepared."

[AmberVael]

Krysta is sorting out paperwork, which was already sorted. She's just making sure it is.

[Artemis97]

Well...if Victor filled out all the paper work, and Krysta sorted it all, then what in the world is Paddy doing? o_O

[AmberVael]

God only knows.
Possibly he DID sort the paperwork, and Krysta is just making sure he did it right. She's pretty obsessive compulsive about this stuff.

[Artemis97]

Well then I doubt the pages will be sorted to her satisfaction. Paddy could keep things, relatively in order, but it wasn't the greatest system. Hmm, she'd probably want to avoid Lillith's desk too. If she's anything like her player, only she knows where to find things in that mess.

[AmberVael]

...Lillith's desk is a mess?
The four foot, obsessive compulsive fairy twitches a little.
On one hand, it was the captain's desk.
On the other hand, a captain shouldn't have a messy desk! MUST ORGANIZE!
She flutters over, looking slightly guilty as she begins to sort through and check the different paperwork.

[Penguinizer]

Noticing this, Davvry arranges the daggers in his desk neatly, before locking it. With this, he Deadtimes.

[metakirb]

Omega looks around

[Artemis97]

The desk is...burried in offical paperwork, sticky notes, pieces of parchemnt, magic wands, WRBs, a mass of inkpens, one of which is leaking slightly, the magic gun that she keeps half buried in a drawer. It is also, singed, dented, and has a good sized chunk cut out of one corner, probably got hit with a sword at one point.

[AmberVael]

The desk becomes a flurry of Krysta's cleaning activity. The leaky pen gets tossed, and she also speaks a few funny words, mending the desk. (I've decided she is a true speaker).
She organizes the papers into various piles, sorting them by date. The magic wands get labeled with number of remaining charges, purpose, and then are stuck into a drawer in neat rows. The ink pens get lined up on the desk, while the gun is simply left where it is, though the stuff around it is organized, so it isn't really hidden.
The sticky notes are all thrown away, though their contents are written nicely down on a single sheet of paper in a notepad, which is placed on Lillith's desk with one of her pens.

[metakirb]

*Kzzt*

A few sparks leap out of omega

What? how did...

[Artemis97]

Wow...Now if I could just get her to clean my room.

Sszinyon's ears twitch at the noise and he looks up at Omega, his red eyes narrowed and a scowl on his face. But then, he deadtimes.

[AmberVael]

Krysta dusts off her hands, flutters her wings, then heads back to her own desk.

[Admiral_Kelly]

Eris and Desmonda undeadtime. Desmonda call out from her jailcell "Can someone please let me out?"
"Sorry, but Lillith has to look into this matter." An arbite replies.
"Well bloody get the boss-lady in here!"

Eris looks a bit nervous.

[AmberVael]

Krysta looks over at Desmonda.
Aha! Can I get your testimony as to what happened now? Keep it to the facts, please...
She whips out a notepad and a pen.

[Katonta]

Tyl undeadtimes and looks around a bit before he decides to start sorting his desk also, though there isn't much to sort, just a few loose papers on his desk, which are promptly straightened and placed in the same drawer his list went into. He wipes off all the dust on his desk and centers the name tag on his desk and whistles absently to himself as he does.

[AmberVael]

Krysta flutters her wings anxiously, wanting to get this done.

[Katonta]

((I can see it now: *Another half-hour later* Desmonda deadtimes. ))

Tyl opens a drawer and grabs his to-do list, folding it into eighths before tucking it into his pocket and rolling himself out of the Station, but not before grabbing a few WRBs. He would buy a weapon soon enough. Oh, and he decides to pick up his paycheck, a thousand or so gold pieces from the front desk as he leaves.

[metakirb]

A few more sparks leap out of Omega

[AmberVael]

((No kidding.

And btw... what on earth are WRBs? I must have missed something.))

Krysta looks pretty antsy by now.

[Xaspian]

((Weapon restriction bracelets? I'm not sure. Wierd Red Blobs, maybe....))

[LordVader]

Speaking of which...


Several dozen WRBs 2.0 appear on a table. These are as the old bracelets, with these changes:
They can only be removed via the key.
They cannot be "defused" by an AMF.
They will prevent you from taking any actions with the intent to harm another person, including casting spells, unless the action is in self-defense; i.e, they attacked you first.
They will not permit you to kill a defeated opponent, even in self-defense.
If you sever the limb it was on, and regrow it, magically or not, the WRB disappears and reappears on the new limb. It will do so even if you sever the limb and delay regrowing it magically until your parole is up, the WRB will remain on for the total parole time.
The WRB has an internal timer that cannot be fooled, magically or not. It is set when your parole begins. When the time runs out, it clicks off and reappears at the Station, thus removing the need to return to get it removed.


Seem alright?

And yes, it's Weapons Restriction Bracelet.