You come out of your vat wet and messy and gooey.  You are a clone. You have been decanted.  And you have been sent to the White Empty Square Room.  You arrive at the WESR, eager to see what the Great Computer has as an assignment for you.  It is sure to be something good.  Everything the Computer does is good.

The WESR is an empty room.  It is white.  And it is square.  There is one door leading in and no door leading out -- unless of course you count the door leading in as also a door that leads out, but the Computer has not told you to do that yet.

OOC: This is where you can post in character as we start the game, since I see posting in the OOC forum has already begun, and that really should be in IC.  Just have your character enter the room and make discussions or introductions or whatever as we wait for all the players to join.  Then we will start.

Rob saunters in casually, grinning and singing the theme to a classic vidshow "Fresh Clone of Zone 4", "In Green Zone 3 cloned and raised, at the cafeteria is where I spent most of my days..." He arches his brow when he sees there's no other happy troubleshooters around. He shrugs and finds a place to polish his red rifle barrel and finishes singing, "...When a lazy troubleshooter couldn't do their chore, the Computer said, 'You're moving in with those clones in Zone 4!'...he surveyed the place and all the work in store... that's how he became the Fresh Clone of Zone 4."
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Vilfred wandered in, glancing at the ceiling almost immediately. She began mumbling under her breath, ignoring the other occupants of the room, and looking a little out of it - like she was daydreaming or something, except that her eyes flickered over each light in the ceiling as she mumbled something about one and two and other numbers.

PM

The standing around looking like you are busy doing the marvelous work the mighty Computer has assigned you is getting a little awkward.  There are six of you in the room, and you don't know what you are waiting for.

One of the white walls fades, and a screen projecting each of your faces appears. It basically states each of the duties you will be assigned to for the next mission and whether you are a registered mutant.  You learn the following about your assigned mandatory bonus duties:

Rob: Happiness Officer. 
Happiness Officer: Ensures everyone has fun on the mission; knows jokes, sings, leads citizen-instruction games; authorizes and administers biochemical supplements needed to guarantee a fun time is had by all.

Vilfred-R-UYT-1: Team Leader.
Team Leader: Offers guidance and sound advice to other team members; acts as tactical situation commander in combat.

Johnny-R-BOK-3: Loyalty Officer
Loyalty Officer: Discourages treasonous thoughts; looks for early warning signs of Commie sympathy.

Cop-R: Recording Officer. Registered Mutant.
Communications and Recording Officer: Chronicles the mission using advanced video technology, extremely sensitive microphones and gripping color commentary. Good lighting and innovative camera angles produce excellent training material and possibly even footage for popular evening vidshows like "Bake that Commie!"

Gene-R-STK Hygiene Officer
Hygiene Officer: Monitors the personal hygiene level of other team members, preventing poor morale, substandard performance and halitosis. CPU performance tracking statistics show [CLASSIFIED] percent of Troubleshooter missions fail due to poor hygiene.

Fletch-R-FRC: Equipment Guy.
Equipment Guy: Controls bots and vehicles assigned to the team; monitors each Troubleshooter's equipment maintenance level. The Equipment Guy is responsible for assigned mission equipment that gets lost, stolen or damaged.


A happy and loyal voice says in a voice that you would compare to John Lithgow (had you ever heard of such a person):

"Dear Loyal Clones.  You have been decanted for a reason.  Your reason is to serve the Computer and ensure that the Computer and all of Alpha Complex runs efficiently, cleanly, and loyally.

The Almighty Computer's suffering is your suffering.  Your suffering is not the Almighty Computer's suffering.  When you help the Computer, you help yourself.  You and your fellow Troubleshooters will have lots of fun rooting out Communist mutant traitors. The Computer says so.

I have been coded to give you a mission in our new and clinically-proven anti-treasonous mode of dissemination of information.  Each of you has been promoted to Red Clearance.  Congratulations on this mighty achievement that you did nothing to deserve.  Your activities will be monitored.

Stand by for briefing.

Thank you and have a very non-treasonous day."

The screen fades, and now you are waiting again.  But at least now you know you will have a mission, and you take solace in the fact that the Computer is your friend.

The Computer is your friend...

OOC: Please continue discussions in the square white room until your briefing starts.  I am doing a last doublechecking of two more potential players from the previous game.

Copper goes through his gear once, making sure everything is "just so" and pretending not to notice the other clones while doing his best to look casual. He hums the jaunty tune of "Our Friend The Computer Triumphs Over The Dastardly forces Of The Commie Mutants Once More" while doing his best to look happy and not at all anxious.

Then the translucent panel comes to life and everyone stands transfixed for a few moments while Our Friend The Computer takes precious time out of its' busy day to address us, lowly unworthy red citizens ... at least he hoped red citizens ... unless it was some commie plot to cause confusion within Alpha Complex. At the mention of the promotion to Red, Cop-R-Iss-1 jumps for joy and exclaims ... Happy Day !! Woo-hoo !! ... Then he wipes the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, once more attempting to look calm, but inside still jumping for joy that the brand new crisp and clean jumpsuit was not some subversive commie ploy to get him in deep trouble for wearing the wrong clearance level clothing.

With glee on his face he pans the multicorder across the room ... Ooooo smile, hold that expression. This is gonna look great in my next report. YOU my friends are gonna be heros ! The look of wonder and joy at being informed that we are to be Troubleshooters for Our Friend The Computer, imagine the possibilities !

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Gene walks around and asks everyone to breathe in his face.  "We must make sure halitosis is not among our group," he warns.  "Bad breath is the root of Communism, as they say.  I will be checking up on you hourly.  We don't want to start the mission off on the wrong foot."

Fletch says, "I'm Fletch.  Here to inspect your equipment.  My motto is: DON'T BE A TOOL. LET ME INSPECT YOUR TOOL.  I'm still working on it.  We equipment guys are here to make sure all equipment in Alpha Complex is working properly, and that no one is abusing or misusing their equipment."

He will go around asking each individual to inspect their equipment before the group gets started on its first mission together.

"Eight." Vilfred looks at the occupants of the room. "Five. All five of you, I'm your team leader. Your one team leader. All five of you need to listen to me. I, your one team leader, will be in charge of this team of five."

As the screen projects the teams images and responsibilities on the wall, Johnny enthusiastically pulls out his brand new red writing pad and pen and starts scribbling down as many of the details that the wonderful Computer, in his grace and wisdom, chose to bestow on the group.  As the screen fades Johnny places the pen in his mouth and with his hand now free begins to flip back over the writing to be sure he had every detail down.

He was the LOYALTY OFFICER!!! And would not only ensure that everyone remained loyal but would remember every word that the wonderful computer bestowed upon them.

The Communications Officer spoke up first, followed by the Hygiene Officer, the Equipment Guy, and then their Team Leader!  It was so good to meet the trouble shooters that the Computer had matched him with!

"Fimph ba cmphooba aphynd oob oo bass puvviffns ben eem pophupiff ba buu ba puffaphwy foopid ba kupheet bem az wowal cmphooba phipiphens!"  Johnny mumbles enthusiastically around the pen in his mouth, grinning from ear to ear.  Then pausing and obviously thinking of something he looks at his red writing pad in order to record the thought and frowns.  The trouble shooter pats his shirt pockets and pants pocket before pulling out a (spare) pen from his pants.  After writing a quick sentence with a flourish and an exaggerated period he places his pen into his mouth. Beside the first.  And smiles.