Adventures beyond known space

[Lukipela]

Groping inside your overalls, you can tell that you're definitely male, unless you've forgotten a lot about basic biology. Oddly enough, you don't feel like a male. The thought of being male fills you with a slight discomfort and you quickly remove your hand from your nether regions. You now feel as if you need to wash your hands.

Trying to shake the uncomfortable feeling of your body being all wrong, you head for the door. Peeking out, you find yourself standing at the end of a long corridor. The corridor is white as well, but the material appears to be some sort of tile rather than the spongy substance in your room. There are rows of doors on both sides of the corridor. Each door is light grey in colour and each has a small device fastened to its outside. Your door is the last in a line of six doors on the east side, and similar doors adorn the opposite wall with the very last one being right in front of you. Each door carries a number, beginning with the number 1 on the door furthest from you on the west side of the corridor. Doors on that side have odd numbers, the final door across from you bears the number 11. This makes your door the twelfth and final door. Two of the doors on your side of the corridor are slightly open, number 4 and number 8. The corridor itself ends in a big double door, which has a device similar to the ones on the other doors beside it.

There are a few things that catch your eye in the corridor. A pool of dark brown liquid is slowly seeping out from under door number 8. The floor between that door and yours is partially covered in brown splotches, as if something had dripped on it. Right outside your door, a bunch of clothes lie in a crumpled heap on the floor. They appear to be partly covered in the same brown substance.

[Sage]

I We should head to the door labeled 8 and take a peek inside. But I we should be silent while doing it, because if there is someone there to murder then it will help if they don't notice me us!

Also I want to take this opportunity to say (to all the fellow voices) that the light in this room tastes like happiness.

[Alana]

Before carefully going down to door 8, I think we should examine the abandoned clothes, see if there's anything useful in them-- after prodding the brown stuff, carefully, to make sure it's not acid or something.

I don't think it's blood; if it's still seeping out from under the door, it would be red down there, wouldn't it?

[Eth]

  Yes, yes.  Stop playing with our whatsit and examine the pile of clothes.  Do they fit us?

[Lukipela]

You gingerly pick at the clothes, fearing that the substance may be acidic. As you pick up the topmost item of clothing, your brain helpfully supplies that the liquid is blood, and that it isn't harmful unless you ingest it. You find this odd, as the substance is brown or possibly a very dirty dark red. That's not how you remember blood. Examining the pile you note something interesting. The clothes have not been folded, but are lying in a pile. There is still some sort of order in the pile. Topmost is a lab coat, shirt still inside it. Underneath that there is a pair of pants with underwear still inside. At the bottom of the heap lies a pair of shoes, with socks inside them. The white lab coat is stained with brown "blood", but the tan clothes underneath are as pristine as your own, and smell of the same lemon conditioner. The clothes feel quite warm, as if they had been recently worn.

The clothes definitely belong to a petite female and are several sizes too small for you. This realisation sends a pang of anguish up your spine, as you realize that these are the sort of clothes you could wear too if you weren't stuck in this grotesque body.

Rifling through the pockets you find a key card and an identity card. The identity card is simple, containing only a picture of a smiling woman and a bar code. More worrying is what you find beside the pile of clothes, obscured by the lab coat. It appears to be a sharp instrument of some sort, slightly similar to a scalpel. The blade is mottled with dark brown. This weapon has recently been used.

Unsettled by this and lacking anywhere to put these items, you pick up the cards with one hand, and the knife with the other. You carefully approach the door numbered 8, and peer in through it.

The room is the same size as yours, and the walls appear to be made of the same material. Whoever lived here really didn't like them though, in many places the spongy material has been ripped out or torn to pieces, exposing white tiles behind it. Close to the door, a small shape lies in a crumpled heap. The shape is lying in a large puddle of brown "blood", some of which has been slowly running towards the door.

What now?

[Eth]

Oh jeeze.  What's that on the floor?  I hope it's not a body!

[Rider]

Yep, definitely stab whatever's lying there... and possibly search it.

[Alana]

Don't stab it! Just 'cause we're possibly crazy doesn't mean we have to be violent!

See if it's a living creature, if it's still alive if it is, and if there's anything we can do for it if it is-- use the clothing out in the hall to make bandages, maybe?

(Heck, could we tie off the bottom of the shirt in the hall to make a bag to carry stuff! Why didn't we think of this before?)

[Sage]

Alright, a knife!

Don't stab it! Just 'cause we're possibly crazy doesn't mean we have to be violent!

No, you're right. But stabbing is fun!

See if it's a living creature, if it's still alive if it is, and if there's anything we can do for it if it is-- use the clothing out in the hall to make bandages, maybe?

Seconded, but with the caveat that it will be easier to kill him/her later if they think we are friendly. If he/she is not alive then we can rummage through their stuff.

(Heck, could we tie off the bottom of the shirt in the hall to make a bag to carry stuff! Why didn't we think of this before?)

No objections here. It will also make a nice place to store my our new collection of funny-looking body parts!

* Sage suddenly has a mental image of me us holding up a severed finger (with a splotch of skin that looks like a profile of Abraham Lincoln) in the same manner as a Mentos.

[Alana]

Well, we can still stab it if it attacks us!   

[Dragon]

Drugs or disorientation or maybe I really am insane but I get the strangest feeling that that's me lying in a crumpled heap on the floor leaking brown blood.  I want to turn it over very cautiously with my toe but I don't want to see me (or even bit of me - it's hard to tell).

OOC: If it's obviously not human or a chocolate cake or something then ignore this post as it would make no sense....

[Lukipela]

You briefly consider stabbing the shape in front of you, but eventually decide on approaching with caution. Knife in hand, you inch closer to what appears to be a very strange body. The creature is much shorter than you, maybe half your size. You can only see the back of its head, which is covered in thick brown hair. The rest of the body is clothed in a overall similar to the one you are wearing. As the creature does not move as you approach, you gingerly prod it with the tip of your knife. Emboldened by the lack of reaction, you put the knife down and turn the body over.

As the body slumps over to the side, you can finally see its face. Shock hits you like a sledgehammer, as you realize that the body is not human. It's head is adorned by two pointy ears covered by what can only be described as fur. The face is likewise covered in dark brown fur and two small coal black eyes gaze out into eternity. A large black nose protrudes out from the face, reminding you of a bear. Below the nose, the creatures face is fitted with a crude restraint, restricting your view. Presumably it also restricts the creatures ability to use its mouth.

At the creatures neck the fur is damp and a closer examination reveals that the throat has been slit with a very sharp instrument. The body is still quite warm so the creature cannot have been dead long.

What now?

[n00b]

OOC: I wonder if this is set in the Star Control universe, because if it is, the creature is definitely a Shofixti.

IC: Let's try to make a bag out of the shirt in the hall, as Alana and Sage suggested. Then let's peek at room number 4.

[Dabir]

Let's carve words into the wall as we go along! "Murderers" for this one.

[Eth]

  Check its forelimbs.  Does it have hands, or paws? 

  Also, any old scars?  If it's a member of a martial culture, it would probably be scarred.