Occasionally mods will be allowing a set number of characters to schedule an involved conversation with a mod regarding the discovery of something in game, as announced on the OOC community or on a mod log. Characters who have signed up for the option will be selected via RNG (with preference given to characters who have not yet had a thread like this), and the thread will be conducted on this page.
You can see a sample thread in the comments below, but in essence, this thread is meant to mimic the conversation a tabletop player might have with their DM. The mod will establish the setting, and you may describe your character's actions and decisions. The mod will respond with reactions and any particular consequences, and the mod and player will move throughout the scenario together, until all questions are satisfied and all actions are taken.
After this informational thread is complete, it's assumed that anything learned within is now common knowledge for the rest of the game. You're still welcome to thread out discussion or discovery of this ICly, but if you'd like to skip ahead to any fallout or follow-up action, that's also fine.
As a note, these threads do not have to be limited to one character in the scene. For the ease of moving threads along quickly, we ask that one player take the reins in terms of writing out the actions of all characters involved in the scene. We have a channel reserved in the Discord channel limited to current thread participants to facilitate OOC discussion of who's doing what for this purpose.
Team Fleshless is going to start their little fact-finding expedition pretty simply. Here's how it's gonna go down:
Step 1: They stand at a safe distance from a patch of goop. Maybe 15-20 feet away. Step 2: Plas grows an extra arm from somewhere in the vicinity of his right ribcage. It's the shittiest arm imaginable. It's probably more like a tentacle. Okay, it's a tentacle. Step 3: Plas makes sure to inform 9S that he's rendered this portion of his physical structure really easy to cut off with the slightest bit of pressure, and also, that since he doesn't bleed, he should feel free to whack it with the sword as soon as it looks like this thing is about to go sideways. Step 4: Awkward silence. Insert any doubts about the wisdom of this plan here. Step 5: With 9S ready to dismember, Plas extends his new tentacle towards the nearest pile of goop, and stops just maybe a few inches of touching it outright. JUST TO DOUBLE CHECK THIS ASSUMPTION FOR HIMSELF that, lacking things like organic matter or flesh, he should be uninteresting to said gooey hivemind whatever-it-is.
Well then. He's just gonna slap that tentacle right down in the goop. Really just touch it way more than necessary when he could have just put the tip in.
The goop splashes thickly aside, looks almost as if it hesitates for a moment, then closes overtop that extra limb. It doesn't seem to be clinging, and there are none of the sensations fleshy people have reported.
WE ARE ALL VERY SHOCKED BY THIS CHAIN OF EVENTS. WHO COULD HAVE FORESEEN.
Having established ICly what we all knew OOCly, Plas will shake the goop off his tentacle. This is basically like someone trying to shake something sticky off their foot. When he's satisfied there's no more goop left on him, he'll just retract the tentacle and reassimilate it into the mass that is his body. He will be sure that any parts of himself that came into contact with the goop do not enter his insides. Because he's not as dumb as he looks.
9S is spared what might have been a traumatizing moment dismembering someone at their request.
Safety established, they're gonna head down to the zoo to get a look at the creepy re-animated goop animals. That said, nobody's going to trudge through goop if they can help it, not even Plas. That eggy gak texture between your toes is just ick.
The glass walls of two of the four enclosures are still intact, including the one housing the shuffling, scraping piles of woken bones. The lighting here is dim, and it's largely just silhouettes that can be made out within the enclosure in question. They move slowly and lethargically.
9S is going to use Pod to shine a light into the enclosure with all the bone daddies so they can get a better look at their new archenemies. (Or this part of their new, larger, archenemy.)
There are three distinct shapes in the enclosure. Two of them look like used to be some kind of large feline shape, although they are cobbled together with many bones out of order, and restructured entirely in some places, held together with joints and casing made entirely of good old goop. The third shape seems to be two individual creatures compiled together, with two heads, five legs, and one and a half long, twitching tails. It had more building material than the other two to work with, so it came out considerably larger.
Four eyeless skulls turn toward the light when it shines into the enclosure, and all of them start a slow, inching progress toward the wall nearest to Plas and 9S.
Cut the lights, immediately. In the ensuing time it would take for eyes to readjust to darkness (do goopcats have eyes?) they're going to beat a retreat back from the enclosure and towards the nearest exit from this general area of the zoo. Plas will become an extremely oversized WET FLOOR sign (without shades) for 9S and Pod to hide behind.
The shuffling slows in the darkness, then stops. There's silence for a time, then small, aimless noises as they get back to their meandering business of doing nothing in particular, in no rush.
In the lower levels of the caverns, outdoors, somewhere where the goop has just begun to invade...
Step 1: They stand at a safe distance from a patch of goop. Maybe 15-20 feet away.
Step 2: Plas grows an extra arm from somewhere in the vicinity of his right ribcage. It's the shittiest arm imaginable. It's probably more like a tentacle. Okay, it's a tentacle.
Step 3: Plas makes sure to inform 9S that he's rendered this portion of his physical structure really easy to cut off with the slightest bit of pressure, and also, that since he doesn't bleed, he should feel free to whack it with the sword as soon as it looks like this thing is about to go sideways.
Step 4: Awkward silence. Insert any doubts about the wisdom of this plan here.
Step 5: With 9S ready to dismember, Plas extends his new tentacle towards the nearest pile of goop, and stops just maybe a few inches of touching it outright. JUST TO DOUBLE CHECK THIS ASSUMPTION FOR HIMSELF that, lacking things like organic matter or flesh, he should be uninteresting to said gooey hivemind whatever-it-is.
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Having established ICly what we all knew OOCly, Plas will shake the goop off his tentacle. This is basically like someone trying to shake something sticky off their foot. When he's satisfied there's no more goop left on him, he'll just retract the tentacle and reassimilate it into the mass that is his body. He will be sure that any parts of himself that came into contact with the goop do not enter his insides. Because he's not as dumb as he looks.
9S is spared what might have been a traumatizing moment dismembering someone at their request.
Safety established, they're gonna head down to the zoo to get a look at the creepy re-animated goop animals. That said, nobody's going to trudge through goop if they can help it, not even Plas. That eggy gak texture between your toes is just ick.
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Four eyeless skulls turn toward the light when it shines into the enclosure, and all of them start a slow, inching progress toward the wall nearest to Plas and 9S.
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Cut the lights, immediately. In the ensuing time it would take for eyes to readjust to darkness (do goopcats have eyes?) they're going to beat a retreat back from the enclosure and towards the nearest exit from this general area of the zoo. Plas will become an extremely oversized WET FLOOR sign (without shades) for 9S and Pod to hide behind.
They're gonna see what the goopcats do next.
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The sign will grow an arm and reach back towards the enclosure, to wave a hand in front of the glass. HELLOOOOOOO, GOOPCATS.
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