Introduction
It was a Thursday morning at Paragon Incorporated's Morningside Research Facility. It was Deb in accounting's birthday so management had provided a large box of iced donuts in the employee kitchen.
The good coffee machine in the corridor had broken again, creating many complaints about having to use the freeze dried stuff, and the maintenance workers were still cleaning bits of Robinson the security guard off of corridor C in the secure level, after yesterday's mishap.
Morningside was one of the more modern facilities in Paragon's repertoire, and home to some of the more ambitious genetic engineering projects. Of course 'ambitious' and 'hazardous' often came as a set and as a result staff turnover in certain areas was faster than the company would really like to admit. Still, in an uncertain world plenty of people jumped at a chance of employment in a fast growing company that paid well, let people wear jeans on the job, and sent the teams paintballing once every three months.
The good coffee machine in the corridor had broken again, creating many complaints about having to use the freeze dried stuff, and the maintenance workers were still cleaning bits of Robinson the security guard off of corridor C in the secure level, after yesterday's mishap.
Morningside was one of the more modern facilities in Paragon's repertoire, and home to some of the more ambitious genetic engineering projects. Of course 'ambitious' and 'hazardous' often came as a set and as a result staff turnover in certain areas was faster than the company would really like to admit. Still, in an uncertain world plenty of people jumped at a chance of employment in a fast growing company that paid well, let people wear jeans on the job, and sent the teams paintballing once every three months.
And projects have been rolling out.
But not all are totally successful.
Whilst some of the prototype experiments are both easy to work with, and great to show off to shareholders, others have either failed or there've been issues of behaviour that've made them less immediately useful, though the potential to fix, or at least learn from the errors remained.
As such, there are two levels in Morningside Facility, and two classifications of prototypes.
Upper Level - Reserved for those experiments classified as healthy, with successful mutations, and a good behavioural record. These prototypes are given ordinary rooms on the upper, above-ground level, with alterations to accommodate certain mutations, may wander around unrestricted areas of the laboratory unguarded, including downstairs, though most have no reason to. Several common areas for them are well-equipped, albeit with no direct connections to the outside world. They generally interact with staff on a personal level and are allowed to interact with one another, forming friendships and social groups. Often they're taken out of the facility to 'show off' and generally have a comparatively easy time, though testing and alterations could still potentially be painful or dangerous.
Lower Level - Experiments that have failed some of the criteria to reach the first category and are placed in the secure areas below ground. These rooms tend to be smaller, with furniture welded to the floors and certain restrictions on items allowed. They are also equipped with shutters that could be raised and lowered for security and staff to view inside. The common areas are posted with guards and staff. Lockdown areas are in place in order to contain any..issues that arise. Little space is given for those on the lower levels to act up.
There has been some degree of antagonism between the two experiment populations for some time, but it has gotten more complicated when the killing of staff started.
By Upper Level Prototypes.
Individuals who had been on great terms with the staff suddenly murdering people with no prior warning. This resulted in new arrivals in the Lower Levels. This is a problem, in more ways than one, as staff try and find out the reasons behind these sudden acts of violence, and the execs try to protect their investment.
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Down on the secure level, Dr Kovalenko regarded the inferiour cup of coffee with distaste as she and one of security headed along to lockdown.
Whilst the upper areas tended to go for a light, open-plan look, the necessity of security meant that the lower level was more tight, the corridors wide and low with reinforced doors and shutters that could be drawn up to view the inside of the rooms that branched off.
A few noises, muffled by the thickness of the walls, could be heard from time to time, but generally the place was pretty quiet, pretty preferable to the noise of the offices.
Even if there was a much larger chance of being ripped apart.
They paused in front of the large, thick blast door of the lockdown section and the doctor, an angular woman in her mid twenties, pressed the button on the intercom outside.
-"So, are you planning to rip anyone else to pieces this week or can I open up this door?"-
The corridor was quiet for a few long moments before a voice on the other side staticed in.
"No, no I'm good."
"Well as long as you're good." the researcher muttered with a degree of sarcasm before she input a code, pressed her alm to the scanner and swiped her ID through the lock, causing the heavy door to slowly slide down.
"Admin is on my back about this. Prototypes taking out staff is unacceptable and you are downstairs until the team fix the problems."-
The figure sat at the back of the room narrowed their luminous green eyes in distaste.
"I'd rather not hang out with the freaks down here."
"Well I'm sorry you feel that way princess, but seeing as there are still pieces of Robinson in the ventilation system then you're just going to have to be brave and deal with it. They're opening up the rooms and sending the prototypes on this level to the cafeteria and I'm going to be dong the check up rounds, go along there, make some friends or whatever it is that you do when you're not savaging people and get used to it because you aren't leaving til I'm certain you're not going to go Cthulu fhtagn again, clear?"
The indidivual in the cell was well aware that there was not much to be gained from arguing the case. Dr K. had a lot of authority around the place, and exactly the same amount of unwillingness to back down. No degree of persuasion was going to sway her.
The figure stepped out of the blast doors, shoulders drawn up, regarding the doctor with distaste, her head still aching from the after-effects of whatever they'd given her the day before. She felt like someone had ht her over the head with a baseball bat.
Which was possible. It was all pretty hazy.
There were not that many people who could have pulled a stunt like she had and still be on decent terms with a company, but Rei did represent a considerable investment from Paragon, and in the end it all came down to the monetary value. That and while the thing had been pretty grisly, she was by no means the most hostile or difficult prototype Morningside had. Up until recently she'd been spending her time upstairs with the most personable experiments, the kind that went to meet investors and showed off what they could do, but when the random 'check-outs' started happening, they'd started talking about the move downstairs.
Downstairs was where the 'freaks' ended up. The experiments with health issues, or disciplinary problems, or glitches that meant that the level of security and monitoring was justified.
Rei had her own friends upstairs, and interactions with the downstairs lot had been limited at best, and not something she was eagerly anticipating.
The experiment stepped into the large room, regarding the guards posted up on the walkways over head sceptically.
"Looks like a classy place, huh?"
Rei was not, at a glance, all that threatening looking. Skinny, curveless and quite sickly-looking, she was wearing the white pants and T-shirt marked with the logo, and her ID code, that seemed a little large on her form. Long, silvery hair hung down to her lower back, not much paler than the unhealthy hue of her skin. All in all she looked like someone that'd struggle to carry groceries, let alone wipe people out but....when you were talking about bioweapon research appearance was always pretty deceiving.
"Don't be a smart-ass. I'm expecting a flawless record from you."the researcher remarked.
Rei made a vague noise of agreement in response, not having the energy to argue.
She stepped to the back of the line, hunching forwards whilst the doctor went to speak to security.
It was going to be such a long week.
Whilst the upper areas tended to go for a light, open-plan look, the necessity of security meant that the lower level was more tight, the corridors wide and low with reinforced doors and shutters that could be drawn up to view the inside of the rooms that branched off.
A few noises, muffled by the thickness of the walls, could be heard from time to time, but generally the place was pretty quiet, pretty preferable to the noise of the offices.
Even if there was a much larger chance of being ripped apart.
They paused in front of the large, thick blast door of the lockdown section and the doctor, an angular woman in her mid twenties, pressed the button on the intercom outside.
-"So, are you planning to rip anyone else to pieces this week or can I open up this door?"-
The corridor was quiet for a few long moments before a voice on the other side staticed in.
"No, no I'm good."
"Well as long as you're good." the researcher muttered with a degree of sarcasm before she input a code, pressed her alm to the scanner and swiped her ID through the lock, causing the heavy door to slowly slide down.
"Admin is on my back about this. Prototypes taking out staff is unacceptable and you are downstairs until the team fix the problems."-
The figure sat at the back of the room narrowed their luminous green eyes in distaste.
"I'd rather not hang out with the freaks down here."
"Well I'm sorry you feel that way princess, but seeing as there are still pieces of Robinson in the ventilation system then you're just going to have to be brave and deal with it. They're opening up the rooms and sending the prototypes on this level to the cafeteria and I'm going to be dong the check up rounds, go along there, make some friends or whatever it is that you do when you're not savaging people and get used to it because you aren't leaving til I'm certain you're not going to go Cthulu fhtagn again, clear?"
The indidivual in the cell was well aware that there was not much to be gained from arguing the case. Dr K. had a lot of authority around the place, and exactly the same amount of unwillingness to back down. No degree of persuasion was going to sway her.
The figure stepped out of the blast doors, shoulders drawn up, regarding the doctor with distaste, her head still aching from the after-effects of whatever they'd given her the day before. She felt like someone had ht her over the head with a baseball bat.
Which was possible. It was all pretty hazy.
There were not that many people who could have pulled a stunt like she had and still be on decent terms with a company, but Rei did represent a considerable investment from Paragon, and in the end it all came down to the monetary value. That and while the thing had been pretty grisly, she was by no means the most hostile or difficult prototype Morningside had. Up until recently she'd been spending her time upstairs with the most personable experiments, the kind that went to meet investors and showed off what they could do, but when the random 'check-outs' started happening, they'd started talking about the move downstairs.
Downstairs was where the 'freaks' ended up. The experiments with health issues, or disciplinary problems, or glitches that meant that the level of security and monitoring was justified.
Rei had her own friends upstairs, and interactions with the downstairs lot had been limited at best, and not something she was eagerly anticipating.
The experiment stepped into the large room, regarding the guards posted up on the walkways over head sceptically.
"Looks like a classy place, huh?"
Rei was not, at a glance, all that threatening looking. Skinny, curveless and quite sickly-looking, she was wearing the white pants and T-shirt marked with the logo, and her ID code, that seemed a little large on her form. Long, silvery hair hung down to her lower back, not much paler than the unhealthy hue of her skin. All in all she looked like someone that'd struggle to carry groceries, let alone wipe people out but....when you were talking about bioweapon research appearance was always pretty deceiving.
"Don't be a smart-ass. I'm expecting a flawless record from you."the researcher remarked.
Rei made a vague noise of agreement in response, not having the energy to argue.
She stepped to the back of the line, hunching forwards whilst the doctor went to speak to security.
It was going to be such a long week.
Morning shifted had started.
When it did, the twenty technicians on the live subject floors started the day shift.
Live subject techies, being incontact with subjects, were expected to take hygiene extremely seriously, and upon arrival reported to the prep rooms, changed out of their street clothes, showered, and changed into sterile garments. That was the official purpose of that period. What it tended to be mostly used for however, was for the techs to gossip among themselves.
"Told you tentacle girl was a ticking time bomb." Marcia the medication tech remarked as she dried her rough blonde hair out and took the uniform from the dispenser.
"You should see all the pills that one takes, like a bad of M&Ms. I swear to god."
"Poor Steve though..." Bridgit the hygiene tech muttered as she slipped her shoes on.
"Pff, Robinson was a dick. Tried to grab my ass at the Christmas party. Won't miss the guy. Still, it's pretty gross. Why I hate working lower floors. Wish they didn't make us cover both. For once I'd like a job I don't have to take a stun gun to." Marcia stated, pulling on the set of scrubs with the logo imprinted on the front.
"Even the well-behaved ones'll turn on you like that....unless you're Miss Freak-Whisperer, huh Kat?"
At the sound of her name, the young woman peered round the side of the decontamination shower, pulling a towel round her and stepping out, dyed hair dripping with water and mild disinfectant that was making her eyes sting.
"Yeah Marcia, it's all my weird Pied Piper powers at work." she chuckled, snatching the hair drier from the other technician and making her way to the mirror.
"And I didn't see that one coming. Some of the stuff recently has been kinda....out of the blue.... must be the phase of the moon or 'summit."
Kat was known among the other techs as being good with test subjects, or at least with ones that normally defied the normal expectations on how a person should act. She was not cleared for dealing with high security cases, so hadn't had much to do with the 'real psychos' as Marcia would so tactfully put it, but it didn't mean that her job was a completely safe one. Nor was it the most pleasant. Kat had certainly seen some things whilst helping out in procedures, things she wouldn't care to try and explain, but, coming from the family she did, she was not easily rattled, and had always handled things in a pretty laid-back way. That was key to a lot of these things. Keeping your cool and being in control of the situation, also, knowing what set different subjects off. That was a BIG part of making the day easier. Everyone had SOMETHING and it was just a matter of keeping track.
Kat dried off, pulled on her uniform, and clipped a standard issue stunner to her belt beside her communicator, and tied her hair into a slightly untidy up=do. ID clipped, gloves on, and it was time to start her rounds on the Upper Floor. Upper was invariably preferable to start with as she had less chance of having to get blood or bile off her shirt after two subjects and at least it'd have meant that the Lower bunch would've taken their meds before she got down and had to deal with any incidents.
Stepping out of the changing room with the other girls and swiping her hand across the clock device (they'd stopped using their IDs to sign in after one of the researchers had realized one of the techs hadn't been in for two weeks and had just been having his buddy scan his card every day) Kat took her form which showed her rounds for the day, the duties required, and any passive-aggressive notes left by the research staff in the progress. Just another day in the wonderful employ of Paragon Inc.
When it did, the twenty technicians on the live subject floors started the day shift.
Live subject techies, being incontact with subjects, were expected to take hygiene extremely seriously, and upon arrival reported to the prep rooms, changed out of their street clothes, showered, and changed into sterile garments. That was the official purpose of that period. What it tended to be mostly used for however, was for the techs to gossip among themselves.
"Told you tentacle girl was a ticking time bomb." Marcia the medication tech remarked as she dried her rough blonde hair out and took the uniform from the dispenser.
"You should see all the pills that one takes, like a bad of M&Ms. I swear to god."
"Poor Steve though..." Bridgit the hygiene tech muttered as she slipped her shoes on.
"Pff, Robinson was a dick. Tried to grab my ass at the Christmas party. Won't miss the guy. Still, it's pretty gross. Why I hate working lower floors. Wish they didn't make us cover both. For once I'd like a job I don't have to take a stun gun to." Marcia stated, pulling on the set of scrubs with the logo imprinted on the front.
"Even the well-behaved ones'll turn on you like that....unless you're Miss Freak-Whisperer, huh Kat?"
At the sound of her name, the young woman peered round the side of the decontamination shower, pulling a towel round her and stepping out, dyed hair dripping with water and mild disinfectant that was making her eyes sting.
"Yeah Marcia, it's all my weird Pied Piper powers at work." she chuckled, snatching the hair drier from the other technician and making her way to the mirror.
"And I didn't see that one coming. Some of the stuff recently has been kinda....out of the blue.... must be the phase of the moon or 'summit."
Kat was known among the other techs as being good with test subjects, or at least with ones that normally defied the normal expectations on how a person should act. She was not cleared for dealing with high security cases, so hadn't had much to do with the 'real psychos' as Marcia would so tactfully put it, but it didn't mean that her job was a completely safe one. Nor was it the most pleasant. Kat had certainly seen some things whilst helping out in procedures, things she wouldn't care to try and explain, but, coming from the family she did, she was not easily rattled, and had always handled things in a pretty laid-back way. That was key to a lot of these things. Keeping your cool and being in control of the situation, also, knowing what set different subjects off. That was a BIG part of making the day easier. Everyone had SOMETHING and it was just a matter of keeping track.
Kat dried off, pulled on her uniform, and clipped a standard issue stunner to her belt beside her communicator, and tied her hair into a slightly untidy up=do. ID clipped, gloves on, and it was time to start her rounds on the Upper Floor. Upper was invariably preferable to start with as she had less chance of having to get blood or bile off her shirt after two subjects and at least it'd have meant that the Lower bunch would've taken their meds before she got down and had to deal with any incidents.
Stepping out of the changing room with the other girls and swiping her hand across the clock device (they'd stopped using their IDs to sign in after one of the researchers had realized one of the techs hadn't been in for two weeks and had just been having his buddy scan his card every day) Kat took her form which showed her rounds for the day, the duties required, and any passive-aggressive notes left by the research staff in the progress. Just another day in the wonderful employ of Paragon Inc.
Whimpers filled the air, the normally soothing vibrations of the comfort rabbit were doing nothing to keep the nightmares at bay tonight. The image of blood filled her vision, crimson droplets licking her face and dripping from her fingertips onto the ground. The little girl's hand was still outstretched, a hole the size of her tiny fist punctured into the chest of a nurse that had been hitting her for not acting fast enough. A scream rang in the air and her entire being shook, Experiment X42759 collapsed to the tiled ground with her head in her hands.
And then it was over.
The door opened with a squeak that sent slivers of light into the dark room. Normally there would be a little girl bundled in thin white blankets on the bed, however this morning there was nothing but a stuffed pink rabbit among the sheets. The lights to the room flickered on, reflecting on the harsh white walls of the tiny cell on the lower floor. A woman in scrubs entered, carrying a cup of water and a smaller cup full of pills that sounded like maracas when you shook them. "Not again," quickly the tech closed the door and looked up, spotting Experiment #X42759 standing on the ceiling. "These are the last pills you need to take for a while, then you can go get breakfast." The girl had been taken off of isolation yesterday after battling an illness for the past week that had rendered her so sick she couldn't move; but now that she had recovered the board decided it was time to move her to the upper level, which would happen later today after a final checkup.
Reyna walked down the wall, she had proven time and again that gravity had no affect on her and yet the nurses and techs always starred as though it were some amazing feat when she came down from the roof. Quietly she took a sip from the cup and downed all of the pills at once, taking another few sips of water before allowing the tech to lead her out to the cafeteria. Upon entering Reyna took an immediate interest in the smell that was wafting from the food line. Eggs, or maybe the usual goop that they served down here. She couldn't wait to move back up to the upper flowers and have a room with a window as well as food that didn't taste like random ingredients thrown into a blender.
Something drew the girl's attention from the impending food. It was a female, one Reyna had never seen before in an over sized white shirt and spats with the Paragon Inc. logo The little blonde drew closer, her curiosity overwhelming. She knew about the hostility that came from some of the lower residents, but this one was different. She looked sick and guarded; clearly if the experiment were ill she would be in isolation; perhaps she was simply a project gone wrong?
"H-hello," Reyna sidled up next to the experiment on the line, prepared for the worst. Normally Reyna would keep her distance and sit alone at one of the corner tables, but today she was feeling stupidly brave. If things went south she would remember the protocol and call for one of the orderlies, but something told her she wouldn't need to worry about fighting this creature.
And then it was over.
The door opened with a squeak that sent slivers of light into the dark room. Normally there would be a little girl bundled in thin white blankets on the bed, however this morning there was nothing but a stuffed pink rabbit among the sheets. The lights to the room flickered on, reflecting on the harsh white walls of the tiny cell on the lower floor. A woman in scrubs entered, carrying a cup of water and a smaller cup full of pills that sounded like maracas when you shook them. "Not again," quickly the tech closed the door and looked up, spotting Experiment #X42759 standing on the ceiling. "These are the last pills you need to take for a while, then you can go get breakfast." The girl had been taken off of isolation yesterday after battling an illness for the past week that had rendered her so sick she couldn't move; but now that she had recovered the board decided it was time to move her to the upper level, which would happen later today after a final checkup.
Reyna walked down the wall, she had proven time and again that gravity had no affect on her and yet the nurses and techs always starred as though it were some amazing feat when she came down from the roof. Quietly she took a sip from the cup and downed all of the pills at once, taking another few sips of water before allowing the tech to lead her out to the cafeteria. Upon entering Reyna took an immediate interest in the smell that was wafting from the food line. Eggs, or maybe the usual goop that they served down here. She couldn't wait to move back up to the upper flowers and have a room with a window as well as food that didn't taste like random ingredients thrown into a blender.
Something drew the girl's attention from the impending food. It was a female, one Reyna had never seen before in an over sized white shirt and spats with the Paragon Inc. logo The little blonde drew closer, her curiosity overwhelming. She knew about the hostility that came from some of the lower residents, but this one was different. She looked sick and guarded; clearly if the experiment were ill she would be in isolation; perhaps she was simply a project gone wrong?
"H-hello," Reyna sidled up next to the experiment on the line, prepared for the worst. Normally Reyna would keep her distance and sit alone at one of the corner tables, but today she was feeling stupidly brave. If things went south she would remember the protocol and call for one of the orderlies, but something told her she wouldn't need to worry about fighting this creature.
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Hello there, I'm creating a character here, and I can't decide if I want him to play the trumpet, the fiddle, or some other type of instrument perhaps... Any ideas?
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So are we allowed to post? Because I couldn't get on yesterday when I sincerely intended to sit down and power out a beautiful post and ended up getting way too frustrated with the site because I wasn't getting any "one in ten", it was more like zero. Sigh.
However I am prepared to write something up today if we can go ahead and start.. :3
However I am prepared to write something up today if we can go ahead and start.. :3
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Well, I say that then the site is down for a good two continuous days for me. Shoulda knocked on wood I guess.
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pieluver wrote:So, question time with Pie. I've got three:
Ein: Are we allowed to start posting?
Zwei: Along with that, I'm a little confused about Rei's current location...
Drei: Also, what are the lowers' restrictions? They're obviously not allowed to be out and about on their own, do they get put back in their rooms when they're not eating/bathing/urinating/ect, or are there other places for them that they can go under supervision?
(Also, this site is still undergoing spasmodic attacks of errors, I don't know about anyone else, but I can only get on one in every three attempts. So there's that. Are we switching servers again, or is the user load just above the capacity of the site? Anyone know?)
One in three? You're goddamn lucky. I'm getting on one in ten.
I'm pretty sure that the server for this site is an E-Mac or a fucking Commodore 64 in some admin's basement.
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So, question time with Pie. I've got three:
Ein: Are we allowed to start posting?
Zwei: Along with that, I'm a little confused about Rei's current location...
Drei: Also, what are the lowers' restrictions? They're obviously not allowed to be out and about on their own, do they get put back in their rooms when they're not eating/bathing/urinating/ect, or are there other places for them that they can go under supervision?
(Also, this site is still undergoing spasmodic attacks of errors, I don't know about anyone else, but I can only get on one in every three attempts. So there's that. Are we switching servers again, or is the user load just above the capacity of the site? Anyone know?)
Ein: Are we allowed to start posting?
Zwei: Along with that, I'm a little confused about Rei's current location...
Drei: Also, what are the lowers' restrictions? They're obviously not allowed to be out and about on their own, do they get put back in their rooms when they're not eating/bathing/urinating/ect, or are there other places for them that they can go under supervision?
(Also, this site is still undergoing spasmodic attacks of errors, I don't know about anyone else, but I can only get on one in every three attempts. So there's that. Are we switching servers again, or is the user load just above the capacity of the site? Anyone know?)
Re: Morningside Bioweapon Research Facility
Screwface Romeo wrote:VitaminHeart wrote:All approved! Welcome aboard!
(Sorry it's taken a while, site appeared to have been eating itself yesterday and I've had some work on, so got a little behind.)
No specific plans for chief of security as-is. Only staff we got so far is Dr K., who, while being a bit of a hardass, is very much in the research section. Feel free to make a bit up regarding security as I'm not that au fait regarding weaponry. Generally speaking I think guards will try and use non-lethal equipment where possible, but it seems your experiment was capable of taking the hits from stronger stuff, so it could easily have been authorized.
I may add another staff member, possibly in a sort of porter/orderly capacity, so we have a distribution.
I'm thinking a PMC (Private Military Contractor) group hired by the reaserch division to train combat oriented subjects and maintain security, since this sounds like the right kind of thing for this type of dystopia.
Given the year, I'm going to go with PEP (pulse energy projectile) stunners, basically, it uses a medium intensity laser to create a small burst of ionized plasma by ablating a few molecules off the target, causing intense neurofeedback and a small, nasty, but relatively harmless burn that will have the vast majority of experiments on the ground trying to remember what their legs are. Today's models are the size of a small truck, but I'm thinking that 70 years of development should be more than enough to produce a handheld model. Of course, if you're dealing with a subject that can consciously control their own neurofeedback, it's pretty much worthless. And especially with Leon, because basically in order to put him down you either need to blast chunks of flesh off of him faster than he can regenerate, or destroy the majority of his brain. Which basically restricts you to automatic shotguns or belt fed machine guns if you actually want to do anything.
Yeah, a PMC sounds about right for the setting. Paragon, being a huge weapons manufacturer, would probably have connections.
And yeah, that seems like a reasonable stunning method for the majority of the population, and they would most likely have individual plans written up for different projects going rogue anyway.
Re: Morningside Bioweapon Research Facility
VitaminHeart wrote:All approved! Welcome aboard!
(Sorry it's taken a while, site appeared to have been eating itself yesterday and I've had some work on, so got a little behind.)
No specific plans for chief of security as-is. Only staff we got so far is Dr K., who, while being a bit of a hardass, is very much in the research section. Feel free to make a bit up regarding security as I'm not that au fait regarding weaponry. Generally speaking I think guards will try and use non-lethal equipment where possible, but it seems your experiment was capable of taking the hits from stronger stuff, so it could easily have been authorized.
I may add another staff member, possibly in a sort of porter/orderly capacity, so we have a distribution.
I'm thinking a PMC (Private Military Contractor) group hired by the reaserch division to train combat oriented subjects and maintain security, since this sounds like the right kind of thing for this type of dystopia.
Given the year, I'm going to go with PEP (pulse energy projectile) stunners, basically, it uses a medium intensity laser to create a small burst of ionized plasma by ablating a few molecules off the target, causing intense neurofeedback and a small, nasty, but relatively harmless burn that will have the vast majority of experiments on the ground trying to remember what their legs are. Today's models are the size of a small truck, but I'm thinking that 70 years of development should be more than enough to produce a handheld model. Of course, if you're dealing with a subject that can consciously control their own neurofeedback, it's pretty much worthless. And especially with Leon, because basically in order to put him down you either need to blast chunks of flesh off of him faster than he can regenerate, or destroy the majority of his brain. Which basically restricts you to automatic shotguns or belt fed machine guns if you actually want to do anything.
Re: Morningside Bioweapon Research Facility
All approved! Welcome aboard!
(Sorry it's taken a while, site appeared to have been eating itself yesterday and I've had some work on, so got a little behind.)
No specific plans for chief of security as-is. Only staff we got so far is Dr K., who, while being a bit of a hardass, is very much in the research section. Feel free to make a bit up regarding security as I'm not that au fait regarding weaponry. Generally speaking I think guards will try and use non-lethal equipment where possible, but it seems your experiment was capable of taking the hits from stronger stuff, so it could easily have been authorized.
I may add another staff member, possibly in a sort of porter/orderly capacity, so we have a distribution.
(Sorry it's taken a while, site appeared to have been eating itself yesterday and I've had some work on, so got a little behind.)
No specific plans for chief of security as-is. Only staff we got so far is Dr K., who, while being a bit of a hardass, is very much in the research section. Feel free to make a bit up regarding security as I'm not that au fait regarding weaponry. Generally speaking I think guards will try and use non-lethal equipment where possible, but it seems your experiment was capable of taking the hits from stronger stuff, so it could easily have been authorized.
I may add another staff member, possibly in a sort of porter/orderly capacity, so we have a distribution.
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Would it be okay to create a character? An experiment?
I would have her up within a day or two. EDIT: I meant in a few hours lol.
I would have her up within a day or two. EDIT: I meant in a few hours lol.
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Hokay, so I've thrown up a character. May run another. Do you have any plans for the facility's chief of security?
Also, I, err, may have taken some liberties in describing some of the security arrangements. Let me know if I'm breaking your cannon, and I'll edit accordingly.
Also, I, err, may have taken some liberties in describing some of the security arrangements. Let me know if I'm breaking your cannon, and I'll edit accordingly.
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So, I made a character in the lower floors to balance it out. I've always being toying with the idea of using that face claim and this seems like the perfect opportunity! I hope you like him, and please pm me if he has any problems.
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Multiples are completely welcome, I have about three characters under construction currently, and may end up with others to fill needed roles. =)
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Hello there! Just about to go submit a character, but a quick question:
Are we allowed to have multiple characters? I would like both a doctor type character and a security officer.
Are we allowed to have multiple characters? I would like both a doctor type character and a security officer.
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Cheshire_Girl wrote:This seems like so much fun and I would love to join, however I have a few questions.
1. Age wise, how old would you prefer them to be? I have a great FC for this, however she is young. Are they born older, or do they start out as infants?
2. If they are on a lower level, is there potential for them to move up to the upper levels based on behavior; or is it a one time test that leaves no room for improvement?
3. How do you go about interactions between staff and mutant? Obviously there will be precautions, but to what extent?
Got work soon but I'll try and answer things to some degree.
1) I'm thinking the 'age' category may be altered to be 'apparent' age as some subjects may have been created to resemble adults and yet be considerably younger than they would appear.
2)Yes, as shown in my profile, it is possible to be moved up if a subject passes all criteria, however it's generally not supposed to be used as a punishment or a stop gap, so, subjects being moved up or down is a fairly notable happening, like, significant enough that people would be talking about it.
3) It widely depends on the subject, their level of trustworthyness, and their individual demeanour. Rei, for example, has been on fairly casual terms with most staff up until a certain incident with an air vent.
Re: Morningside Bioweapon Research Facility
This seems like so much fun and I would love to join, however I have a few questions.
1. Age wise, how old would you prefer them to be? I have a great FC for this, however she is young. Are they born older, or do they start out as infants?
2. If they are on a lower level, is there potential for them to move up to the upper levels based on behavior; or is it a one time test that leaves no room for improvement?
3. How do you go about interactions between staff and mutant? Obviously there will be precautions, but to what extent?
1. Age wise, how old would you prefer them to be? I have a great FC for this, however she is young. Are they born older, or do they start out as infants?
2. If they are on a lower level, is there potential for them to move up to the upper levels based on behavior; or is it a one time test that leaves no room for improvement?
3. How do you go about interactions between staff and mutant? Obviously there will be precautions, but to what extent?
Re: Morningside Bioweapon Research Facility
VitaminHeart wrote:Welcome aboard both of you, pieluver and LonelyGhost! I should be uploading the first character of mine, and experiment this evening assuming I can beat sleep in order to finish it. That should give you some idea of things.
=)
Screwface Romeo wrote:
Would serious psychological flaws service as a sufficient offset to physical ability? For example, a character with exceptional reflexes and a regeneration factor, but seriously fucked up in the head and unable to function in normal society.
I agree with you there. Full disclosure, I'm going to be seriously disappointed if I see overused shit like catgirls show up. Jesus Christ people, be original.
Yeah, I'd consider that to be sufficient, as I think in something like this it'd be almost inevitable that some subjects would end up with some psychological issues.
And yeah I would kinda want to avoid that, not necessarily because I have anything against the 'cat girl' phenomenon but more because...welll...if you were wanting to spend millions on supersoldiers would you really give the contract to Paragon Inc. to supply you with kawaii neko desu nyan troopers?
I mean, all the experiments are done with a practical implication in mind, either as a model for a supersoldier, or towards the development of that model, so any mutations should have that in mind, as a company isn't going to make stuff just because they think it'd be cute.
Some mutations may be a bit of an accident, so I could understand some not necessarily useful traits being adopted, like for instance my character has no hair pigment so appears to have grey hair, however these'd have to be either fairly minor or related to the actual alterations, not
'Well they wanted to make him super fast and that happened but he's also got a wolf tail now. Science!'
I have an unhealthy love affair with sociopaths, villains, and the chaotic evil trope.
Exactly. Not to mention, humans are made uncomfortable by things that are different. There's a reason we're always trying to design robots that look as much like us as possible.