A tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
Another series of chittering and chirps, before a surprisingly smooth male voice echoes in the monster's mind. Nothing much. I enjoy taking a look a machinery and robotics, and heard that this place has some rather... interesting specimens.
"Well, we were one of the most technologically advanced companies on earth. Emphasis on were."
The figure nods, and lowers his hood, a pair of long, insectoid arms coming out of the folds of his cloak. The stranger's head is reminiscent of that of a mantis, just much larger, and with the left antenna noticeably shorter than the right.
"You look a bit different." He pauses. "Actually, I can't say that. I take it back."
He clicks his mandibles a few times, and the monster thinks he's a bit amused, but it's hard to tell.
"So, uh, would you like something to eat or something?"
The figure shrugs. Sure. What do you have here?
"Waffles. Candy. CAMP (Canned Ambiguous Meat Product). Shakes. Burgers. Nachos. A lot of things."
The Thri-Kreen cocks his head, as though thinking. I'll try one of those burgers then. It's getting a little unnerving looking at him, considering that his eyes physically can't close and he's always seeing, well, everything.
The monster grabs its head with one of its long arms and "nods." Then, it reaches its arms into the kitchen. Cue kitchen noises. About three minutes later, the arms come back out, holding a little pink-and-blue burger box.
The Thri-Kreen nods, and takes it. How much is it? He asks, fidgeting with a couple gold coins in his second set of arms.
A tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
Another series of chittering and chirps, before a surprisingly smooth male voice echoes in the monster's mind. Nothing much. I enjoy taking a look a machinery and robotics, and heard that this place has some rather... interesting specimens.
"Well, we were one of the most technologically advanced companies on earth. Emphasis on were."
The figure nods, and lowers his hood, a pair of long, insectoid arms coming out of the folds of his cloak. The stranger's head is reminiscent of that of a mantis, just much larger, and with the left antenna noticeably shorter than the right.
"You look a bit different." He pauses. "Actually, I can't say that. I take it back."
He clicks his mandibles a few times, and the monster thinks he's a bit amused, but it's hard to tell.
"So, uh, would you like something to eat or something?"
The figure shrugs. Sure. What do you have here?
"Waffles. Candy. CAMP (Canned Ambiguous Meat Product). Shakes. Burgers. Nachos. A lot of things."
The Thri-Kreen cocks his head, as though thinking. I'll try one of those burgers then. It's getting a little unnerving looking at him, considering that his eyes physically can't close and he's always seeing, well, everything.
The monster grabs its head with one of its long arms and "nods." Then, it reaches its arms into the kitchen. Cue kitchen noises. About three minutes later, the arms come back out, holding a little pink-and-blue burger box.
The Thri-Kreen nods, and takes it. How much is it? He asks, fidgeting with a couple gold coins in his second set of arms.
"I'm sorry, I really, really don't care at this point. You can have the burger."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
Another series of chittering and chirps, before a surprisingly smooth male voice echoes in the monster's mind. Nothing much. I enjoy taking a look a machinery and robotics, and heard that this place has some rather... interesting specimens.
"Well, we were one of the most technologically advanced companies on earth. Emphasis on were."
The figure nods, and lowers his hood, a pair of long, insectoid arms coming out of the folds of his cloak. The stranger's head is reminiscent of that of a mantis, just much larger, and with the left antenna noticeably shorter than the right.
"You look a bit different." He pauses. "Actually, I can't say that. I take it back."
He clicks his mandibles a few times, and the monster thinks he's a bit amused, but it's hard to tell.
"So, uh, would you like something to eat or something?"
The figure shrugs. Sure. What do you have here?
"Waffles. Candy. CAMP (Canned Ambiguous Meat Product). Shakes. Burgers. Nachos. A lot of things."
The Thri-Kreen cocks his head, as though thinking. I'll try one of those burgers then. It's getting a little unnerving looking at him, considering that his eyes physically can't close and he's always seeing, well, everything.
The monster grabs its head with one of its long arms and "nods." Then, it reaches its arms into the kitchen. Cue kitchen noises. About three minutes later, the arms come back out, holding a little pink-and-blue burger box.
The Thri-Kreen nods, and takes it. How much is it? He asks, fidgeting with a couple gold coins in his second set of arms.
"I'm sorry, I really, really don't care at this point. You can have the burger."
He cocks his head, seeming genuinely surprised. He tosses one of the gold coins over anyways. Well, I insist on paying anyways, so at least take that. Thank you, sir.
A tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
Another series of chittering and chirps, before a surprisingly smooth male voice echoes in the monster's mind. Nothing much. I enjoy taking a look a machinery and robotics, and heard that this place has some rather... interesting specimens.
"Well, we were one of the most technologically advanced companies on earth. Emphasis on were."
The figure nods, and lowers his hood, a pair of long, insectoid arms coming out of the folds of his cloak. The stranger's head is reminiscent of that of a mantis, just much larger, and with the left antenna noticeably shorter than the right.
"You look a bit different." He pauses. "Actually, I can't say that. I take it back."
He clicks his mandibles a few times, and the monster thinks he's a bit amused, but it's hard to tell.
"So, uh, would you like something to eat or something?"
The figure shrugs. Sure. What do you have here?
"Waffles. Candy. CAMP (Canned Ambiguous Meat Product). Shakes. Burgers. Nachos. A lot of things."
The Thri-Kreen cocks his head, as though thinking. I'll try one of those burgers then. It's getting a little unnerving looking at him, considering that his eyes physically can't close and he's always seeing, well, everything.
The monster grabs its head with one of its long arms and "nods." Then, it reaches its arms into the kitchen. Cue kitchen noises. About three minutes later, the arms come back out, holding a little pink-and-blue burger box.
The Thri-Kreen nods, and takes it. How much is it? He asks, fidgeting with a couple gold coins in his second set of arms.
"I'm sorry, I really, really don't care at this point. You can have the burger."
He cocks his head, seeming genuinely surprised. He tosses one of the gold coins over anyways. Well, I insist on paying anyways, so at least take that. Thank you, sir.
The coin bounces against the monster's head. "Thank you. I don't think it's gonna be very useful to me, but it's the thought that counts."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A tall (about 6'7) figure wearing a deep purple cloak set with black designs of spiders and webs makes its way to the restaurant. A head of a heavy warhammer pokes through his cloak, and a pair of unusual collapsing crossbows are holstered on its hips. It walks oddly, as though its legs are jointed in all the wrong places. A large mechanical spider obediently follows them, standing at about 3 feet tall itself, and with an approximately 6 1/2 foot leg span. A series of clicking and chirping sounds come out from under its hood, as though it isn't a normal humanoid, and adding to the insectoid feel of this stranger.
"Welcome to the Sweet Dreams Factory Factory Family Factory Restaurant. Yes that is its actual name and how may I help you?" asks the monster slumped over the counter.
Another series of chittering and chirps, before a surprisingly smooth male voice echoes in the monster's mind. Nothing much. I enjoy taking a look a machinery and robotics, and heard that this place has some rather... interesting specimens.
"Well, we were one of the most technologically advanced companies on earth. Emphasis on were."
The figure nods, and lowers his hood, a pair of long, insectoid arms coming out of the folds of his cloak. The stranger's head is reminiscent of that of a mantis, just much larger, and with the left antenna noticeably shorter than the right.
"You look a bit different." He pauses. "Actually, I can't say that. I take it back."
He clicks his mandibles a few times, and the monster thinks he's a bit amused, but it's hard to tell.
"So, uh, would you like something to eat or something?"
The figure shrugs. Sure. What do you have here?
"Waffles. Candy. CAMP (Canned Ambiguous Meat Product). Shakes. Burgers. Nachos. A lot of things."
The Thri-Kreen cocks his head, as though thinking. I'll try one of those burgers then. It's getting a little unnerving looking at him, considering that his eyes physically can't close and he's always seeing, well, everything.
The monster grabs its head with one of its long arms and "nods." Then, it reaches its arms into the kitchen. Cue kitchen noises. About three minutes later, the arms come back out, holding a little pink-and-blue burger box.
The Thri-Kreen nods, and takes it. How much is it? He asks, fidgeting with a couple gold coins in his second set of arms.
"I'm sorry, I really, really don't care at this point. You can have the burger."
He cocks his head, seeming genuinely surprised. He tosses one of the gold coins over anyways. Well, I insist on paying anyways, so at least take that. Thank you, sir.
The coin bounces against the monster's head. "Thank you. I don't think it's gonna be very useful to me, but it's the thought that counts."
A fluorescent orange blob of what seems to be slime appears out of nowhere with a puff of mist in the middle of the theme park, falling from about 20 feet above the ground onto a stall. It lets out a surprisingly loud "OW!" and slides to the ground, forming into a humanoid shape after a few seconds (Plllaaaaaasmooooiidddd!!! I just love em). It looks around, two daggers squishing out from its body into its hands, then calms down.
The big pink animatronic "candy dragon" rushes over. "Are you okay? That sounded like it hurt!" The voice sounds concerned but sounds unintentionally bubbly.
"I'm perfectly fine! Thank you for asking! Who are you? And why are you so pink? And where am I?" He (yes, the plasmoid just uses male pronouns for simplicity) seems to be a bit scatter-brained, but intelligent at the same time.
"My name is Sloane! I'm pink because I was born that way, and you are in the wonderful Sweet Dreams Theme Mall! Please mind the other guests, though, as many have become very irritable, and some are even dangerous!" The plasmoid notices the blood and oil stains on the pink animatronic's suit.
"Well met, Sloane! I am called Gary. And thank you for the information! I will watch out for any danger." He scans his surroundings.
Katethiir looms over the plasmoid, keeping out of sight of the candy dragon. They keep their scimitar at their side, and just cock their head slightly, staying quiet.
Gary is scanning his surroundings, may or may not see them.
Katethiir looms over the plasmoid, keeping out of sight of the candy dragon. They keep their scimitar at their side, and just cock their head slightly, staying quiet.
Gary is scanning his surroundings, may or may not see them.
Katethiir looms over the plasmoid, keeping out of sight of the candy dragon. They keep their scimitar at their side, and just cock their head slightly, staying quiet.
Gary is scanning his surroundings, may or may not see them.
Katethiir looms over the plasmoid, keeping out of sight of the candy dragon. They keep their scimitar at their side, and just cock their head slightly, staying quiet.
Gary is scanning his surroundings, may or may not see them.
Katethiir looms over the plasmoid, keeping out of sight of the candy dragon. They keep their scimitar at their side, and just cock their head slightly, staying quiet.
Gary is scanning his surroundings, may or may not see them.
He just stows his dagger back in his body and starts walking in a random direction (he kinda keeps things suspended in his oozy form).
Katethiir follows, then when they're away from the candy dragon calls out to the plasmoid, "Who are you?" Their voice is deep and gravelly.
Gary jumps, teleporting about 15 feet to the side in a split second, facing the sound. He stares at them for a moment, then says, "Sorry, you caught me by surprise. I'm Gary. And you?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Katethiir looms over the plasmoid, keeping out of sight of the candy dragon. They keep their scimitar at their side, and just cock their head slightly, staying quiet.
Gary is scanning his surroundings, may or may not see them.
He just stows his dagger back in his body and starts walking in a random direction (he kinda keeps things suspended in his oozy form).
Katethiir follows, then when they're away from the candy dragon calls out to the plasmoid, "Who are you?" Their voice is deep and gravelly.
Gary jumps, teleporting about 15 feet to the side in a split second, facing the sound. He stares at them for a moment, then says, "Sorry, you caught me by surprise. I'm Gary. And you?"
"I am Katethiir. It is nice to meet another sane person here. If you are looking for safety, I would suggest the factory cantina. I myself am trying to figure out what happened to the people here." *Need a desc?*
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Katethiir looms over the plasmoid, keeping out of sight of the candy dragon. They keep their scimitar at their side, and just cock their head slightly, staying quiet.
Gary is scanning his surroundings, may or may not see them.
He just stows his dagger back in his body and starts walking in a random direction (he kinda keeps things suspended in his oozy form).
Katethiir follows, then when they're away from the candy dragon calls out to the plasmoid, "Who are you?" Their voice is deep and gravelly.
Gary jumps, teleporting about 15 feet to the side in a split second, facing the sound. He stares at them for a moment, then says, "Sorry, you caught me by surprise. I'm Gary. And you?"
"I am Katethiir. It is nice to meet another sane person here. If you are looking for safety, I would suggest the factory cantina. I myself am trying to figure out what happened to the people here." *Need a desc?*
*Sure*
"I was just in a tight spot, so I used my best escape plan: teleportation. Except I forgot where I had chosen my destination, as it was pre-determined, so I ended up here. Seems pretty interesting, though. I might accompany you, if that's alright." He pulls out a little vial of black dye, dumps it on himself, and slowly turns from orange to a thick, dark black.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Katethiir looms over the plasmoid, keeping out of sight of the candy dragon. They keep their scimitar at their side, and just cock their head slightly, staying quiet.
Gary is scanning his surroundings, may or may not see them.
He just stows his dagger back in his body and starts walking in a random direction (he kinda keeps things suspended in his oozy form).
Katethiir follows, then when they're away from the candy dragon calls out to the plasmoid, "Who are you?" Their voice is deep and gravelly.
Gary jumps, teleporting about 15 feet to the side in a split second, facing the sound. He stares at them for a moment, then says, "Sorry, you caught me by surprise. I'm Gary. And you?"
"I am Katethiir. It is nice to meet another sane person here. If you are looking for safety, I would suggest the factory cantina. I myself am trying to figure out what happened to the people here." *Need a desc?*
*Sure*
"I was just in a tight spot, so I used my best escape plan: teleportation. Except I forgot where I had chosen my destination, as it was pre-determined, so I ended up here. Seems pretty interesting, though. I might accompany you, if that's alright." He pulls out a little vial of black dye, dumps it on himself, and slowly turns from orange to a thick, dark black.
*Tall (about nine foot) suit of armor with (you hope) a living being inside. The visor is lit with a faint purple glow, and they carry a 4 foot long scimitar at their side. They also have three grenades at their waist.*
"That is fine by me. Tell me, what kind of creature are you? In all my travels I have not come across one such as you."
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With a series of chittering clicks, The Thri-Kreen continues walking, his cloak shifting to a deep blue-black, and his carapace shifting to match the colors of the shadows, becoming nearly invisible. He continues walking, slowly (without realizing it) moving closer to Katethiir and Gary.
Katethiir looms over the plasmoid, keeping out of sight of the candy dragon. They keep their scimitar at their side, and just cock their head slightly, staying quiet.
Gary is scanning his surroundings, may or may not see them.
He just stows his dagger back in his body and starts walking in a random direction (he kinda keeps things suspended in his oozy form).
Katethiir follows, then when they're away from the candy dragon calls out to the plasmoid, "Who are you?" Their voice is deep and gravelly.
Gary jumps, teleporting about 15 feet to the side in a split second, facing the sound. He stares at them for a moment, then says, "Sorry, you caught me by surprise. I'm Gary. And you?"
"I am Katethiir. It is nice to meet another sane person here. If you are looking for safety, I would suggest the factory cantina. I myself am trying to figure out what happened to the people here." *Need a desc?*
*Sure*
"I was just in a tight spot, so I used my best escape plan: teleportation. Except I forgot where I had chosen my destination, as it was pre-determined, so I ended up here. Seems pretty interesting, though. I might accompany you, if that's alright." He pulls out a little vial of black dye, dumps it on himself, and slowly turns from orange to a thick, dark black.
*Tall (about nine foot) suit of armor with (you hope) a living being inside. The visor is lit with a faint purple glow, and they carry a 4 foot long scimitar at their side. They also have three grenades at their waist.*
"That is fine by me. Tell me, what kind of creature are you? In all my travels I have not come across one such as you."
*Very cool, thanks*
"Heh, I guess I get that sometimes. I am what is called a 'plasmoid'. We are beings of pretty much pure, sentient ooze. No bones or internal anything, really, so it can be quite useful at times. And you're a... big knight robot?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
With a series of chittering clicks, The Thri-Kreen continues walking, his cloak shifting to a deep blue-black, and his carapace shifting to match the colors of the shadows, becoming nearly invisible. He continues walking, slowly (without realizing it) moving closer to Katethiir and Gary.
*Alright, he should find us soon. Or we find him :)*
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The Thri-Kreen nods, and takes it. How much is it? He asks, fidgeting with a couple gold coins in his second set of arms.
"I'm sorry, I really, really don't care at this point. You can have the burger."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He cocks his head, seeming genuinely surprised. He tosses one of the gold coins over anyways. Well, I insist on paying anyways, so at least take that. Thank you, sir.
The coin bounces against the monster's head. "Thank you. I don't think it's gonna be very useful to me, but it's the thought that counts."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He shrugs, and nods. Of course.
"Well met, Sloane! I am called Gary. And thank you for the information! I will watch out for any danger." He scans his surroundings.
Gary is scanning his surroundings, may or may not see them.
Perception 15.
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Unlikely, considering their Stealth roll was 22.
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Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*yeah*
He just stows his dagger back in his body and starts walking in a random direction (he kinda keeps things suspended in his oozy form).
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Katethiir follows, then when they're away from the candy dragon calls out to the plasmoid, "Who are you?" Their voice is deep and gravelly.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Gary jumps, teleporting about 15 feet to the side in a split second, facing the sound. He stares at them for a moment, then says, "Sorry, you caught me by surprise. I'm Gary. And you?"
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The Thri-Kreen finishes his burger, and walks back outside, and starts walking around, his steel defender following him obediently.
"I am Katethiir. It is nice to meet another sane person here. If you are looking for safety, I would suggest the factory cantina. I myself am trying to figure out what happened to the people here." *Need a desc?*
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*I finished Katethiir's Suit!*
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*Nice!*
*Thanks!*
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*Sure*
"I was just in a tight spot, so I used my best escape plan: teleportation. Except I forgot where I had chosen my destination, as it was pre-determined, so I ended up here. Seems pretty interesting, though. I might accompany you, if that's alright." He pulls out a little vial of black dye, dumps it on himself, and slowly turns from orange to a thick, dark black.
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*Tall (about nine foot) suit of armor with (you hope) a living being inside. The visor is lit with a faint purple glow, and they carry a 4 foot long scimitar at their side. They also have three grenades at their waist.*
"That is fine by me. Tell me, what kind of creature are you? In all my travels I have not come across one such as you."
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
With a series of chittering clicks, The Thri-Kreen continues walking, his cloak shifting to a deep blue-black, and his carapace shifting to match the colors of the shadows, becoming nearly invisible. He continues walking, slowly (without realizing it) moving closer to Katethiir and Gary.
*Very cool, thanks*
"Heh, I guess I get that sometimes. I am what is called a 'plasmoid'. We are beings of pretty much pure, sentient ooze. No bones or internal anything, really, so it can be quite useful at times. And you're a... big knight robot?"
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*Alright, he should find us soon. Or we find him :)*
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