#StuckInUniformDevelopment

[bishop-percival]

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[text] How do you destroy a soul?

[text] Become a necromancer. Or a demon. Otherwise, there are a couple rituals out there. Most of them are pretty advanced and risky, though.

[follwrshep]

Shep was always early to rise. To be late would be a mockery of the gorgeous daylight that glorn would soon ravage with his eternal darkness - and Shep simply couldn’t have that!

At 5AM sharp, the deacon sat down within the cafeteria and waited in silence; posture straight and fingers lightly drumming on the table.

In all honesty, part of their pilgrimage was to cleanse their mind of their.. relationship with Theodore. It claimed nothing remained - only fond memories and a friendship unafflicted. They were not a particularly good liar in that regard.

The back of their eye throbbed as they waited, clawing and crawling and pulling at their very mind until the time seemingly passed within a second.

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[astronomicalwatchdog]

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We’ve completed our research on sample 256. Where can we find the next highly corrosion resistant material? I can send the list of failures to filter them out.

Hello, Teddy. That is okay. I think I have found a new material for you to test. This one is promising; it has many properties that lead me to believe it is resistant to many harsh chemicals. It is called "Hesomek". This resource is located on several planets in this region, but the notable ones are "Tillso", "Gaiekmawn" and "Oridoeb".

I have a new pun for you. I made a new material that is resistant to chicken attacks. It is impeckable.

[soldiersam]

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(prev) Doctor Walters scowled. “I pissed them off by fighting back, Miriam. But yes. I will.” With that he sped up and climbed the stairs as fast as he could.

Miriam’s only response was to side-eye Dr. Walters as he sped away. Good riddance. 

As she made her way down to her chamber, she thought about how likely it was that the tailor would probably be the next person around here to die. Perhaps she should be more vigilant about avoiding him. 

At last, Miriam squirreled herself away in her chamber for the night to continue her search for a cure to her ailment. 

[albertbutyoucancallmebert]

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(prev) Hugs had no particular romantic connotations to Teddy. (Although later he’ll realize that holding Bert’s hand was rather bold...) It had always been something he did with his brothers or rare close friends. And hugging Minnie didn’t make him anxious like kissing or the prospect of doing anything beyond that. All he cared about was the temporary sense of security it brought him. Even if he was dimly aware that he shouldn’t even be seeing him right now. “I don’t know what I’d do without Freddy..,” Teddy murmured as he brought Bert even closer. They had never been apart for more than few weeks at a time. Even then, he knew that he was only a phone call away. And what would Eddie think if he knew that his arrogance, his stupid plan that invited trouble, got their brother killed? That question made his blood run cold. Yet an incoming self-loathing spiral was cancelled by Sherri Jr’s sweet little nudge before it could begin. He weakly smiled at her before reaching his arm out and moving to make room.

Sherri Jr. happily nestled herself into the hug. Bert gladly welcomed the addition of his soft, dearest rat and stroked her back.

With this comfort, his optimism from before was slowly growing back. “Loss is incredibly difficult, I certainly know your fear. However, I believe he will pull through, truly. He is a tough guy.”

[freddythewatchdog]

@soldiersam

(Previous) Damn, Sam severely underestimated Freddy’s reaction time. They got another little stab in as he tried to roll away, but that put them perfectly in line to receive the full brunt of the headbutt. Sam stumbled back, which consequently allowed Freddy to grab a hold of her switchblade-wielding hand. He tossed it to the ground in favor of not letting Freddy take possession of it. Not to worry. In one quick swoop, Sam dove his free hand into his pocket and whipped out a trusty, secret, smaller pocket knife. They slashed at Freddy’s arms to get him to release them.

Freddy took a step back and let go as he recoiled in pain. Then he one-upped Sam by pulling a better weapon out of his own pocket.

In one fluid motion Freddy shot Sam point blank with his blaster. He triumphantly grinned at the sight of a successful direct hit. That should be enough to kill anyone!

Yet in the heat of the moment he had forgotten that he put his blaster on stun when he heard Captain Tim skittering in a neighboring vent. And he was in too much of a rush to get that deep stab in his back treated to properly confirm the kill. All he did was give them a good kick in the head to check for a reaction.

With that Freddy called Teddy to tell him to meet him at the most convenient exit (preferably with a wheelchair, if he had the time.) This route stayed on the same level with a minimum amount of sheer drops and a low exit.

He would have liked to call a friend because Teddy was already skittish enough without seeing his brother bathed in blood. Who knows how he’d react.

But, well, Teddy was the only one he knew who learned first aid despite all the times they really, really needed a makeshift medic after he was dishonorably discharged. By this point he knew that his wounds were severe enough to need every advantage he could get to survive.

And so Freddy pushed through the pain to make it to their meeting point. The last thing he thought as he gave his brother a relieved smile was how, in hindsight, a rolling cart was a better substitute for a stretcher than a wheelchair.

[gloria-in-excelsis-infimus]

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(Previous)

Autumn continued to stroke their chin in thought as they attentively listened to Gloria.

“Sabotaging Bishop Percival? But who..,” she trailed off as she glanced at Theodore.

They folded their arms. “Well, here’s what I remember after service. Of course His Excellency was the first to leave, as usual. But then I saw him come back and take Mike away.” 

“Then after Mike left, a lot of the noninitiates started to leave. By that point, I briefly retreated into the hallway to grab a broom and dust pan. And when I came back, I no longer saw Theodore, Sam, and, well, most of everyone really.”

She looked up as she pondered something. “....It couldn’t have been Sam, could it? The two were working together, pretty successfully at that it seemed, so it wouldn’t make sense for her to attack him… Plus, Sam usually follows Bishop Percival’s orders to a T.”

“I haven’t the slightest clue..,” Gloria forlornly said as she followed Autumn’s gaze to Teddy. “An outsider? Or..” She scanned the hallway while dropping to a hushed whisper. “...is there another rat among us?”

She let Autumn finish before shaking her head. “It's as you said. Not only does Sam lack a motive but they have every reason to keep her hands off. Even if their partnership broke down they’re well-aware of how Percy would take a delay.”

Gloria sighed as she looked back at their teddy bear again. “If only he didn't stubbornly insist on keeping the truth to himself…” Then she stepped back into her room and smiled.

“Well! As much as I’d love to stay and chat, I should get this done before he pulls another disappearing act.” She slowly pulled the door shut while waving at Autumn. “Toodaloo~! Please be a dear and keep me updated!”

With that the door clicked as the automatic lock activated and Autumn was left alone in the hall. After a brief pause there was soft clunk, a telltale sign of the deadbolt being turned.

[tailorgiuseppe]

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[txt]

May I please have the pattern for the Glornists' robes?

Preferably a digital copy for printing.

[txt]

I draft those patterns myself you know.. I do not wish to simply give them out for free, even to my dearest friends and colleagues, i hope you understand.

[watchdogsworld]

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A Ponzi scheme (/ˈpɒnzi/, Italian: [ˈpontsi]) is a form of fraud that lures investors and pays profits to earlier investors with funds from more recent investors.[1] Named after Italian businessman Charles Ponzi, this scheme misleads investors by either falsely suggesting that profits are derived from legitimate business activities (whereas the business activities are non-existent), or by exaggerating the extent and profitability of the legitimate business activities, leveraging new investments to fabricate or supplement these profits. A Ponzi scheme can maintain the illusion of a sustainable business as long as investors continue to contribute new funds, and as long as most of the investors do not demand full repayment or lose faith in the non-existent assets they are purported to own.

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Good thing my new friend Ponzi has nothing to do with all that.

[wickedcooldog]

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It seems like it'll go well so I'd like to propose a new bet:

48 Haterzoids if the planet falls within 7 1/2 minutes from when the Skullship first lands. And you still leave me alone until Thursday.

Hmmm... like, I wanna say yes buuut I don't think I have that much...

@eyeballcommander

Hey Peepers! You got 36 Haterzoids!?

[bishop-percival]

A text from Teddy arrived a bit before the Skullship’s clocks would strike four.

[text] When will you be back?

It took Mike about an hour to respond. Any communication with him while he was away took a while.

[text] Three days from now, if everything goes smoothly. Why?

[follwrshep]

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Shep, why did you try to steal from Giuseppe?

Go hit up a mega store with employees too underpaid to care.

(´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

I WANTED NICE FABRIC!!!! BUT GLORNISTS ARE BANNED FROM THE WORKSHOP!!! I WOULD HAVE LEFT MONEY!!!!!!!!!!1!1!!

[candbrp]

The cultists thankfully don’t protest to it, but the quiet one and the aggressive one keep an eye on Teddy to make sure he doesn’t try to run again.

After making sure everything was still set up properly, the lead cultist takes their dagger and they plunge it into the Otter’s heart.

[monarchofmayhem]

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(Previous) On the receiving end of being pointed out was Thomas. It wasn't even Thomas who posed the icup question; that was Sam. But nobody passes up an opportunity to throw Thomas under the bus. Thomas widened his eye at the one who pointed him out. “G-Gloria!" He then turned toward Hater, ready to plead for his life. "I-I didn’t try to pull your leg! I didn’t even touch your leg!” Sam chimed up. "Zap! Him! Zap! Him!" Others, along with Percival, soon joined in chanting.

"He's lying!" Gloria exclaimed with a witch cackle. "Don't let him disrespect you!"

The tallest Glornist, Theodore, pointed to Sam and shook his head as he flatly said, "No, Sam..."

His soft voice was easily overpowered by the rest of the crowd's chanting. Even unrelated watchdogs had wandered in to join them and see the show. When Theodore glanced up and saw Commander Peepers stirring he steered clear of the entire group.

Lord Hater, of course, didn't notice Theodore's accusation nor the storm brewing on his shoulder. He wickedly grinned as pointed his finger at Thomas and charged up.

After a few moments Lord Hater blasted Thomas with a lightning bolt powerful enough to sting those around him. And Thomas himself was thoroughly fried.

The boom of thunder jolted Commander Peepers out of his barely conscious haze. He pulled out his blaster to shoot Sam for starting the chant, randomly fired at the rest involved (minus Percival to save him for later) then lept down and screamed,

"WILL YOU ALL JUST SHUT! UP!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS!?" Peepers briefly checked the time on his phone as he started to furiously pace.

"I'VE HAD! TWO AND A HALF HOURS OF SLEEP! And I was hoping to squeeze a bit more in so I wouldn't be AS sleep deprived as I could be but noooooooooo! You just HAVE to act like toddling toddlers! Why in Grop's name are any of you up this early anyways!? It's five AM! This is when I go to bed half the time!"

"Uggggggghhhhh... See? I told you letting him snooze was better than-"

"AND YOU!" Peepers exclaimed as he whirled around to glare at Lord Hater. "What kinda fight do you expect anyways when I can barely keep my eye open!? Why couldn't you just w-!"

"SHUT UP PEEPERS! FOUR NIGHTS' SERVER IS DOWN AND I'M BOOOORED! SO DEAL WITH IT!!!"

(Next)

[soldiersam]

Last Slornday, Sam had gotten into a pretty vicious fight with their best friend Amy after she wouldn’t stop bragging about how she’d been promoted to deacon before him. There was a lot of pushing, tugging, and at one point even a pocket knife. This resulted in both of their robes needing repairs. But it wasn’t until Tuesday evening that Sam thought it would be a good idea to have his mended. And unfortunately, the most accessible and quickest way to do that was to utilize the Glornch’s very own tailor. That cocky, snotty, drab, miserable nerd Theodore. She hated him.

And so at around eight PM, Sam was lurking in the hallway stairwell that gave a good view of the laundry room door, waiting for the deacon Autumn to finish up her laundry chores and leave. If Sam was going to interact with Theodore, they’d like to do so alone. It was easier to be threatening that way. They shrank back against the wall when they heard the door swing open and was able to catch a glimpse of Autumn turning the corner to enter the deacon quarters. Relieved he didn’t get noticed, Sam bolted into the laundry room. She marched down the steps with heavy footfalls and peered with a glare toward the tailoring corner to see if his target was there.

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[albertbutyoucancallmebert]

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(prev) A ghost of an uneasy smile briefly flashed across Teddy’s face when Bert offered to provide a bomb. Once he realized that Bert heard him he was glad that he didn’t mention that when he meant everyone, he meant everyone. Including himself. (Well, aside from Shep. They were never around anymore anyways.) The concern Bert showed highlighted how close he had gotten with Freddy. With that Teddy realized that if he went through with that impulsive, harebrained plan he’d lose two friends one after another. He couldn’t put him through that. Besides, Reverend Miriam and Mike would be pissed enough to bring him back only to kill him again. Still, Teddy appreciated both Bert’s support and implicit declaration to help him take revenge. He expressed his gratitude (and sought comfort) by pulling Bert into a warm bear hug.

Bert positioned himself to comfortably return Teddy’s hug. This time there was no rat in his pocket to be concerned about squishing. There was still a slight concern regarding the status of Teddy’s crush on him… But at this point it was a rather ridiculous thing to be conscious about, wasn’t it? Not only did it feel insensitive to be worrying about that when there were bigger problems at hand, but a hug was fundamentally a gesture of comfort and affection, not romance, especially not in this context. And even if romantic connotations were there, would… would that be such a bad thing anymore…? In any case, that concern melted away in the warmth of the embrace.

Sherri Jr. looked up at the two to see if one of them would help her place her gift, but saw they were busy hugging again. Aw… She wanted in on that. But not now, she was on a mission. She found an empty metal tray near Freddy’s bed that was just high enough for her to reach on her hind tippy toes to place the cashews and note. Sherri then lingered near Freddy, again wanting to crawl up and curl up next to him. But she understood not to do that when he was injured. Instead she glumly hobbled back over to Bert and Teddy to nudge her head against their legs, feeling deficient in attention.