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SecSquid! Good choice! Skrellgineering lies in wait Now I get to ask my favorite question! Who or what is Xib to dear Qexel? And, perhaps more importantly, how do they pronounce "Qexel"?

Do you have any idea how cool that idea is? I'm so for that! If a Human cares enough about understanding Skrell language to get a cochlear implant, I--and most Skrell characters--would be honored. It's not something every human would suddenly understand (that's cheap) just as Sol Common wouldn't be something most Skrell would bother with if TCB works so well. You guys are talking about languages like they're property. A language belongs to a species, forget what makes logical sense. A species language is how characters can comfortably bash the aliens around them without them knowing and laugh behind their backs. But what if the alien knows the language? Suddenly you've opened up an entirely new roleplay opportunity. "You were eavesdropping!" "You aren't supposed to know this language!" "How did you learn xxx language?" This happens in real life, too. Think that white guy in the aisle can't understand Spanish? Think again! Language shouldn't be what divides. It should be what brings us together.

TCB was actually made prior to the discovery of the Skrell, believe it or not. If this is the reason it was made, I suggest a loredev look at the timeline of its creation again, because it doesn't really add up. If they can't speak it, which I have no problem with, they should be able to understand it. But that takes more code. When someone mentioned the ability to understand, but not speak, the obvious example was "Well, borgs can do that!" but there was some issue with translating that to people, I think.

Engineering will eventually be overtaken by the squishies. Yonn can handle Skrell, of this I have no doubt. Despite being a filthy synth. We all make mistakes. How does Quell view humanity and other species? They're interested in their job, certainly, but what about the coworkers he's going to be around most often?

Lore-wise, aluminium is the way very rich Skrell prevent their dreams from leaking. I'd take that up with Sleepy.

I have a question. Do Skrell in the Srom have any indication of how the body they left behind is faring? Are they able to know if they are dying? And can they still succumb?

This. Telescience puts people off because "Eugh, lot of math, lot of testing... maybe later." Now it's "I could literally kill people on accident just by testing. I'll probably get ahelped for it. Time to never mess with telescience testing ever." It will go the way of the Tesla: There, but totally unused by even the people that know how to use it.

I demand wrist EMPs for Skrell. There is lore for this.

There's apparently a limit on how many times/how often you can edit your post (the answer is once, and I used it to actually finish my post.) The more I look at Titan, the more I like the way it handles post-separation a lot more. If the background of Titan can be the blank black one instead of giant skeleman, I'm more for that.

I'm all for Brave. Anything dark and sleek is good.

Give miners access to the surface level cargo exit. Please. For the love of all things. They can take the elevator like everyone else and it's one door preventing them from being in a public place.

Trust me, the server doesn't stop shifting. I played (and modded) back in 2015. Back then, I was a huge proponent for the idea antags were meant to tell a story, not play to win, and sometimes you let little things go to not shut them down. I was ignored by a lot of people. When I graduated high school, I jumped ship from SS13 because I realized I didn't want to be a part of the community in the next stage of my life. Fast forward to 2017, it's like an entirely different place. Antags aren't just encouraged to interact and have a gimmick, they're expected to. I was very excited to play SS13 again! How cool was that? An entire culture change in just two years. Maybe I wasn't puffing air after all. Maybe when I felt like no one was listening, people were. (Plus I remember Alb when he was a snot-nosed human miner pleb, and I find it amusing). I eventually dropped again around this time as my exams got tough and the classes the semester after got even tougher and my dear friend didn't enjoy the game anyway, so we played what we both enjoyed. And then I got a craving again, so I came back at the end of this past summer. It was all different again. And you know what? A year from now, it'll all be different yet again. Maybe it'll be to your liking, maybe it'll be to my liking, maybe not. NBT is coming. Even if we don't go full monty on it, some bits will end up with us. And those bits will cause another change in how things go. There is no "Good old days." The good old days were terrible, too, you just didn't see it (or remember it that way). There is only the now and the future from now. Change is happening right now; go be apart of it and make your mark!

I support this. This would be very big QOL. You can open a box to see what's inside while it's in your backpack already--Just let me go the extra half centimeter and take it out. I'm already looking at it.

So you're saying we could still technically get overhydrated even now? If we match the nutrition with how hydration is (i.e. being able to drink as much as we'd like) that's fine. If someone is going to clear a counter, it's going to get cleared. The chubbiness and getting fat and slow is fine, that's great, I like that. But not being able to force any more food down is bad, I don't like that, I've only eaten four slices of pizza.

What sort of Skrell attempts to drown themselves? This one, apparently. Not literally. Only in spirit. My best thoughts have been had in the water. Submerged in an ice bath seemed the best way to finally have a session to think. I haven’t done it since I came to Tau Ceti. Has it really been a year? Over. By at least a month. Or two. And I need to think. My skin needs me to think. A bath may stave off the itching from the dryness, but the cause must be deeper. Thus, freeze-shocking myself into a thought state. I haven’t done this since I left home. Home. Is it even that? Kan’Quilora. Do I miss my biodome? … Yes, in a way. It was nice having space to move about. This apartment is small compared my old house. (Smaller compared to the one before that.) And the water was better there. Something does not feel right about ODIN water. Maybe I’m imagining it and it’s just fine. Either way, this bath is satisfying. It was a good choice to buy a few gallons of water and a few pounds of ice and fill the tub by hand. The ceiling isn’t the best view. Maybe I should put up a poster. No, I need to clear my mind of distractions. I’m cold enough. It’s time. I close my eyes. "… Da! Da! Da! I-It’s good—to talk ‘gain!" "Easy, Little Leaf. You heard the doctor." "Y-Yes, Da! I will be careful." "Doctor, how long until her voice recovers from this surgery?" "Hard to determine. The scabs were quite large along her esophagus. Less than a week until she is speaking as she was before, I’d say. Keep it to important vocalizations. Her telepathic ability is strong enough so long as she gets adequate rest." "D-Da! Da!" "Yes, my Little Leaf? You heard the doctor, only say the important words." "I-It is important!" "Go on then." "I love you!" Inhale. "You need to stop." "I’ll do no such thing." "Vedai, we are not feeding the corpse to a Dionae." "She loved them. She was going to grow up and research them. You wouldn’t know that. You were never there." "I'm sensible enough to know how the corpse should be dispos—" "Shut your mouth! She is not a corpse. She is my daughter." "Our daughter." "MY daughter." "I have already had it cremated!" "You fucking cow! How dare you." "It was for the bes—" "Don’t take another step. Don’t talk to me! I want you out! If I see your face again, I can't promise I won't kill you!" For once, she listened. Haven’t heard her voice in decades. Haven’t thought of her voice, either. Why do I have to think about her now of all times? Is she the cause of my condition? No. That’s long past. I don’t think about her. So don’t think about her. Exhale. "Farewell, Vedai! I hope Tau Ceti brings you happiness." "Go with peace, fellow!" "Tell our stories!" I push past all of them. None of them will ever leave this place. They will mine on until the day they die. I should be doing the same. There’s good in doing the same. The Traverse needs us. But I can’t. One last Skrell stops my path. "You aren’t returning, are you?" "… I will. In an urn. Goodbye, Vishkal." I push past him. Inhale. A year and a half since then. What have I accomplished? A small reputation of good ore yields. A bigger reputation of being an insufferable asswipe. Fairly advanced spoken Basic. Passable written Basic (I can spell “right” correctly now). And friends. I do have friends. “Are you okay, Viddy?” "Don't cark it, rano!" “Hey, Vidya!” "L-Let's head to the b-b-bar!" “Vedai, I sswear—” Exhale. Perhaps that’s it. Someone like Guwan could never understand what it’s like, when being a sheep is in your DNA. Your parents, your grandparents, your great-grandparents—all of them, every last one, a quiet life going along with whatever the government might say. Outward resistance, strength against policy you don’t stand for, the ability to fight back… not on Kan’Quilora. Not in the Jargon Empire. It is an Empire, isn't it? How better to keep an empire strong than to keep your people fat and entertained? “Bread and Circuses.” Having met Guwan, maybe I should have been born an Unathi. My life wouldn’t be simpler, by any means, but— Inhale. I can feel my downstairs neighbor moving around their kitchen. I’ve floated too long. But I still lack the source of my stress. What causes stress? Stressful things. But what do I have to be stressed about? Nothing has changed. My life for a year hasn’t been suddenly shaken. I have food (never enough. Stars, why is it never enough?), I have a house, I have a job I enjoy, and I socially interact (with actual scum of the universe sometimes, but I was warned about Ceti… “hospitality”). Other times, of course, I have great interactions. Times I’ve felt great peace. It is nice, having a good friend. I’ve not had one like this before. It’s been so long, I almost— Exhale. … I know the source of my stress. I open my eyes. I don’t know if any Skrell neighbors could hear my telepathic screaming. I hope not. It’s embarrassing in the aftermath.

It once spawned directly to the left of the cargo break room while it was full of about six people. It was pretty funny. But maybe a minimum distance from a person would be great. It doesn't have to be an overlarge distance, because hearing breaking glass and welding is a pretty good sign of a bloober, but having six people turn and look as a wall is welded down by a newly-formed blob that's almost blocking the exit is asking for trouble.

We removed overhydration because it limited and punished bar rp. I'd like to ask the same of overnutrition now. I know the arguments against doing this: You actually feel sick if you overeat so it should be punished, the limitation for overhydrating in real life is much higher than overeating, etc. Please hear me out. It's all I have. Different people get full with different amounts of food. My father can put away much more food than my mother. The nutrition system we have is arbitrary; it simply cuts you off when it hits full. Most people are A-Okay with that and won't even reach that point--they're happy when the yellow goes away. But once you've hit "You're fat son" territory, what stops an Unathi from eating... even more than a human male would? Your RP is limited by the cap put on nutrition. It's up to the player how much a character eats and what they eat. That being said, I'm not saying remove chubbiness or the consequences that come with it. Only that a person should eat as much as they want and roleplay the consequences accordingly without having to wait a few seconds for nutrition to drop to eat the last bite of that pizza.

The latter is what was thinking about when I considered the garden seed vendor. It'd be a cool way to pull a sneak. It should be considered stealing, though.

Dead-Lift definitely has a "I've thought this out" feel. Fresh doesn't do things by halves. I've no trouble believing Fresh would do just fine with an IPC whitelist. +1 Just a quick question, for my own purposes. You mentioned Dead-Lift would be from a factory on Oran, right? Would Tau Ceti be their first off-planet experience or have they been taken to other planets? This poor IPC is just 2 years old; just how "worldly" have these gangs made it?

Can't wait to get bullied by yet another one your characters. I mean. Can't wait to have a legacy Skrell aboard. Yeah. Seriously, it'll be a great way to get the people that don't follow Skrell lore introduced to new aspects of the lore. +1

Vote results is fine. But the muted OOC is how things used to work. Whole conversations would be cut off only to burst like a dam as everyone says a thing the second the vote ends. There's a reason the muted OOC during votes was stopped, though I was not here for that.

Mechanical tips are only useless if you've played the game enough. Newer players surely appreciate them. Tips of the Round might need a pruning, but not a total conversion. -1

Cloaks for me are a very grey area. They're loose and flowy (not close to the body like a winter coat or a poncho). They can be worn on the outside of voidsuits and RIGS. They can, occasionally, not really match the motif of the department (service cloak is green. That only matches gardeners. And why is the mining one such an intense purple?). The main issues I have with cloaks is: [*]To me, it really seems like it would be a workplace hazard in the same situations long hair might be. You don't want to be operating machinery in these, you don't want to be near open flame in these. [*]They'd probably be uncomfortable if you're doing manual labor. Constantly brushing them back from your arms when you bend over? Adjusting them when they end up skewed? Heating up from the blanket you have over your shoulders, probably. [*]Why can they be worn over RIGs and other suits? That is so dangerous. What if a piece gets caught while you're swinging a pickaxe? If you're going to set solars why do you need to wear your cloak?

Have to agree with Schev. Don't see the point of various physical money-types. Why not just have charge cards and completely get rid of the physical "bills"?

It was a mistake. It does not conform to the laws of stopping sounds. I'm forced to listen to the piano play. Constantly. This should not be so. It can be heard in cargo, the civ hallway, the chapel, the kitchen... I shouldn't have to walk into the cargo warehouse to have some peace. Either it should conform to the same soundtype that jukeboxes do (so I can sIlEnCe ThEm) or just take it out as an easy fix.