Ove

Aye, atrocious. Like I said, I would appreciate PootisManiac replying here with their defense as soon as possible.

If I may ask, were you the Warden in last night's shift, detaining a bald greytide, and gave him 50 minutes as a brig sentence? (This ties in with my opinion for Redfield to get his Whitelist, don't worry.)

I would appreciate the player of Rin, PootisManiac, being summoned for their defense on this topic.

I'd like to remind everyone that the focus of this complaint is on PootisManiac and Stephieee. Please do not derail it by bringing up someone else's actions.

BYOND Key: Ove Player Byond Key: Stephieee, PootisManiac Staff involved: Alberyk Reason for complaint: (See below) Approximate Date/Time: 8:30 - 12:30 AM GMT, 12/28/2015 Notice! Being the idiot that I am, I accidentally put this in the Whitelist Applications forum. Man, I'm stunned. Here it is, in the valid listing! And also man, it's been a while since I've written one of these, apologies for my forgetting to use the proper format! Let me set the scene for you: It's a ling round, and let me tell you, things have gotten bad. There was a mass-slime outbreak, the lings were attacking and killing, a certain Roboticist was creating a Durand mech with no authorization whatsoever (Who ended up firing their AC 2 and blew up a welding tank in their Durand), and Rin Fukuimoto and Stephanie Smith were--...wait, what. They've vaulted over the Kitchen counter together to start cooking a bunch of heinous shit, legitimately over six items in less than two minutes? Four giant gummy bears which were laced with Pun Pun's meat? Holy mackerel, okay. Let me just run you through everything I've experienced in the round that they've done. First of all, Rin (Played by PootisManiac), being her usual self, was in the Holodeck, boxing and attacking people, or whatever her typical bullshit entails, I'm not exactly sure. She's in the Holodeck for a good ten to fifteen minutes, and while I can't be certain if she was doing so during a Slime outbreak-- I do know however that she was helping a bit after it came out-- she had completely stripped the HoS and taken his dermal armor implant, for her own personal use. I frowned at this, considering that this character has a reputation of horrible treatment to antagonists, considering that people were telling me they witnessed her beat a changeling to death in a straight jacket, then walked out into space, without any form of space-proof suit on, to throw the ling's body into space. Like, I find it legitimately INSANE that no one has chosen to create a forum complaint against this player yet. Skip forward a bit into the round. A Bartender is holding his shotgun, either on his back or in his hand, I can't say for sure, but Stephanie, (Played by Stephieee), a Detective, drew her pistol and screamed "DROP IT!" and proceeded to vault the Bar's counter to take the Bartender's shotgun. The Bartender, having none of it, I assume gets disarmed or drops it, only to pull a knife on her. He hits her a few times but ultimately does next to no damage, but holy cow. Stephanie first fires both rounds point-blank at the Bartender of the shotgun, then withdraws her sidearm and literally empties the entire magazine into the man at point-blank range. Just five minutes later, buckled to a chair in front of Stephanie Smith herself, the Bartender dies in Processing from multiple gunshot wounds mid-interview. A few words are exchanged in PDA between Rin and Steph, including "Want to get something to eat together? I can cook you [x], it's been in my family for generations" which of course, they go do. I was paying attention to the Durand destroying the Robotics lab, but when I looked at the Kitchen, I felt the dank memes messing with my mind once again. Stephanie and Rin were tresspassing in the Kitchen, cooking giant gummy bears laced with alcohol and meat. Among what they were making, was also ice cream laced with alcohol. They were nonchalantly committing crimes and asking if the crew would like any of their wares. They soon ran out of meat, and that's when our good friend Pun Pun walked on top of the counter. Rin took one look and said, and I quote, "fresh meat" and walked over to him, and dragged him inside the Kitchen. A brief debate was found between the two on whether or not to kill him, but of course, violence always wins. They brought Pun Pun into the back, Stephanie armed with a rolling pin, and proceeded to bash him over the head. She was then joined by Rin, who whipped out her stun baton, turned it on, and the two of them beat the monkey to death. I believe someone said in LOOC, "It's more efficient to use the gibber." To which one of them replied, "Nah, this way is more fun." The results of this idiotic venture? A giant gummy bear laced with Pun Pun meat. The behaviour I've witnessed this round was downright atrocious from multiple parties, but this struck me as particularly abhorrant. This is not behavior viable for a HeavyRP server's community in the slightest. I'm fully willing to ask a staff member to post the logs here so that I may back my statements up with cold hard facts, and proof.

Ihintza Livingstone!

I'm afraid I don't follow when you ask for elaboration on her backstory, I wanted to create a kind of character that you don't see a lot; One that doesn't have a lot of baggage to worry about. You always hear of "This Engineer was a hardened son of a bitch back in his day" or "This CMO's got countless degrees in so-and-so", but I wanted to move past that with Eve, and make a truly "new" character that's only really starting to explore the world. Or rather, space. In accordance to that, I wanted to make a character that was completely unrelated to the Livingstones, a generic (not literally!) character that I can let blossom into whatever I see fit. Hopefully, that character will be Eve! I plan on making her a roughened-up boxhead for her new beginnings. A few scrapes, scuff marks, clear signs of their body being used; As this will be their first paying job, and they got the lowest end of the straw, seeing as her body was free to her. Once she gets enough money, you can bet she'll be modifying her body and buying new ones, while sticking to that trademark automated speech of hers.

Perhaps! I'll have to decide on what I want her to say and all that if it's actually accepted, seeing as how these whitelists take up to three weeks to go through, but I'm definitely going through a lot of automated phrases to make her as unique and fun as possible.

Ihintza frowns as she glances around the department, not really caring for the words spoken by an unseen voice emanating from their TV. Ove however, bunches her mouth to the side and sighs faintly. "Hm...Laurine's our cousin, but we don't talk to her a whole lot. She's probably at sis' company workin' in her lab or something like that. She's usually real busy!"

A camera-feed sparks to life of an apartment that's in slightly ragged shape-- Clothes, ranging from undergarments to pants, shirts, socks, and all manner of apparel scattered among the place. There is a brown couch in the center of the camera's view, and a dark-skinned hand plucks a bra from the top-corner of it, and chucks it out of view. "Your apartment is disgusting." Came the stoic voice of an unseen woman. "I didn't even know you were coming over until five minutes ago!" There's a momentary silence. "...I informed you that I would be visiting last week." Another silence. "...W-...well, c'mon, we can't keep them waiting!" Came a cheery, bubbly feminine voice. "Who? Who's waiting?" Two women, dark-skinned with white hair, both sit down. Some may even recognize them; Ihintza and Ove Livingstone. Ove is wearing a white belly-shirt and a pair of white shorts that end at her knees. Ihintza is garbed in a black tank-top and white cargo pants, her hair spiked up into a rough fauxhawk. Without their work-clothes on, the two almost appear like entirely different people. Ove smiles towards the camera while Ihintza looks around, a bit confused. She waves, and cheerily pipes up, "Hi! My name's Ove, and this is my sister, Ihintza!" She whispers lowly, "Say hi!" Frowning, Ihintza turns towards the camera and adopts a stern expression. "...I very much dislike this." Rolling her eyes at her attempt, Ove once more smiles cheerily. "Ask us anything you'd like! Questions can be for the both of us, or just one person! Try not to ask anything too embarrassing though, my sis just might pop a blood vessel!" She snickers, which earns a glare of death from Ihintza.

The Major watches all of you don your gear and nods approvingly, her hands still behind her back as you all come up to her. "You'll be flown to the side of the asteroid in this ship. Thankfully, its stealth systems won't notify anyone of your arrival. Once you land near their base, the mission officially begins. Unfortunately, it'll just be you and my voice from thereon out." She presses a button near the side of the airlock, and it shunts open, exposing the interior of a starship similar to a small Intercepter-class trooper vehicle. After all of you file in, she stands before the airlock, hands behind her back as she looks at all of you. "I'm expecting great things from each and every one of you. But you most of all, Syion. Let me remind you that these people you have under your command are important. You are, too. When you're with Ocitox, we take care of our own. Make sure there's something left to take care of, Team Leader." She says, staring at Syion, before the airlock slams shut. Looking down the ship, there are several rows of chairs facing one another, along with another airlock at the end, presumably the cockpit. A voice crackles on the intercom inside the ship. "Everyone, buckle in and get ready. We're leaving in T-minus thirty seconds. It'll take us a little bit to get there, but as soon as we land, that's when you all file out!" Well, then. Better get buckled up!

The Major frowns and watches everyone speaking for a moment, before she shakes her head and quite forcibly raises her voice. "Enough! Now, follow me. It's time all of you got equipped." Stepping down from the table, the Major strides through the briefing room to another airlock. Briefly staring up at the camera located in the top-right corner, the airlock shudders open with a deep beeping sound. Stepping through, the room lights up, and what could best be described as an armory is before them. The Major turns around and opens her arms to them. "If you have requisitioned gear, look for a locker with your name on it. If not, pick up anything you'd like. As long as it benefits the mission, I don't care what you take. Just remember that if you raise the alarm and you're unprepared, you're likely to be killed. That means, stay, quiet." She stares at everyone seriously, before dropping her arms and clasping her hands behind her back. In the armory, stands around thirty lockers, a few of which have your names on them, no doubt holding your gear inside. Besides that, there are numerous tables holding all sorts of weapons, gear, and armor. Energy rifles, carbines, ballistic shotguns and machineguns, silenced firearms, ablative vests, leg pieces, helmets, differing goggles of varying use, it's all here. However, once everyone's finished, the Major steps up to a rectangular metal box attached to the wall. She waves her hand over it, and it slowly opens with a hiss. Creating a table out of lowering parts, it deposits six full-head white helmets that take on an intimidating visage, the eyes a special tint as to not betray the identity of the wearer. Each of them has a blank white strip along the left side of the head, and for every role, a strip starting at the forehead tails back to the neck like a racing car. For the team leader, the strip is blue. Medic, green. Genetics specialist, silver. Weapons expert, red. Infiltrator, black. Engineer, yellow. "These helmets are very special. If you'd like, you can put your names, or a code name, on the blank white strip located on the left side. Nothing as brash as writing on it; Put the helmet on and wait for it to sync with your brain waves. After that, everything will speak for itself." When it comes to Cefrey and her medical suit, the helmet seamlessly integrates with it, providing the same use for the head as well as the body. Major Livingstone waits near another airlock at the end of the armory, next to a console. Presumably, the one that'll transport everyone on their mission.

BYOND Key: Ove Character name: Ihintza Livingstone Item name: Midnight Blue Trenchcoat Why is your character carrying said item to work? With the promotion to Major, Ihintza Livingstone received this gift from her father, who would be the Director of the private security and paramilitary firm she'd be working in. Seeing as how this coat was one of, if the only material gift that she had ever received from her father, she cherished it and never once let it fray or stain. This coat is a symbol of her devotion to her father, and her father's company. Item function(s): Just a re-sprite of the armored trenchcoat. Item description: A traditional black trench coat, with the exception of a few midnight-blue additions and a fur collar. On the left breast, reads a grey-stitched name: "I. Livingstone" Item appearance: https://www.dropbox.com/sh/uo18kl02gcd8b07/AADKXe81BrqOCXP1_EiWeiyBa?dl=0 Additional comments: Ihintza Livingstone is employed as a Head of Security onboard the NSS Aurora, meaning she has access to the regular armored trenchcoat. If I want to play as Ihintza in the round, I have her occupation settings set to "Return to lobby if preferences unavailable", so I won't abuse this by becoming an assistant with a cool coat. It'll only be used when she's a Head of Security, the job she belongs in.

Full Name: Sasha Von Jaeger Age : 34 Gender: Female Appearance: Sasha Von Jaeger stands at an impressive 2.1 meters tall, levelling a bit above six and a half feet. Her raven-black hair reaches her upper back. Her physique is unquestionably strong, muscles coiling powerfully with every movement. Despite her seemingly raw power, her body still holds a feminine curvaceous nature. Her eyes are blue, and she holds herself in a confident, powerful poise. Personality: Overall, Sasha Von Jaeger is a woman whose presence fills up the room. She's forward and obtuse, though only in the most jovial of ways. When it comes to her job, she takes it seriously, but still knows how to fool around, to a degree. Loves food and alcohol. Voice: Imagine a bit deeper and more booming. Skills: Militerized close combat and underwater seafarer training, along with leadership and weapons expertise routines. Basic first aid. Weaknesses: Once excited enough, her temper can easily get the best of her and she may be difficult to control. Can be brash and overly forward sometimes, to the point of being downright rude. Birthplace: Berlin Nationality: German Ethnicity: German Sexuality: Prior Bounty-Fishing Work : Served aboard the Albin Kobiss, hunting large game in the northern waters for five years. Originally started as a Bosun under special circumstances, very quickly worked their way up to Chief Officer in the five years she served. Desired Position: Executive Officer Background: Can't knock out the Captain to save lives, can I? Sasha thought to herself as she trudged through the streets of a washed-up port town. There is no one who can appreciate a hard worker. No one. She brushed past the somber crowd around her in her black trenchcoat, the midnight blue hue in the material invisible in the blanket of darkness. She shrugged her shoulders, prepared to just spend the last of her money on a hotel room and look for a job in the morning. That is, until she glanced to her left at a bar, the light shining through the windows, suggesting a lively atmosphere. And judging by the sounds, lively was an understatement! Bursting through the door, she took in the sight of a full-on bar fight, complete with broken bottles being smashed against tables, and chairs being flung from one side to the next. Wunderbar! She lumbered forwards into the fray, pushing people out of the way, heedless of what they were doing. Managing to dodge a few bottles being thrown, she thumps against the counter and cocks her head to the bar keep. She nods her head towards a bottle of vodka, and briefly checks behind her to make sure that no one would steal it on her. The bottle is slid across the counter, and Sasha moves to pick it up. That is, until a man is quite literally thrown across, knocking her bottle off the table and shattering it. With a roar of frustration, she looks to her left and arm-locks the closest person she could see, grabbing a beer bottle and smashing it against the side of a table, preparing to stab the man who she thought committed an atrocious crime of denying her alcohol. Just as she was bringing the jagged edge to his neck however, her eye caught a poster on the side of a wooden pillar. SS Hyena, work wanted?... She thought. Just then, a chair breaks against the side of her head, stunning her. Then, a man jumps on her back and smashes a bottle on her head, knocking her unconscious. In the last moments of her lucidity, she smiled softly and saved the name in her head for the morning. By completing this document and by giving your signature, you adhere to follow the terms and conditions of this contract for a period of 6 months. At the end of this period, you are free to cease your association with the Hyena, and with the leasing company. You will be paid an initial $35,000 USD base payment, with a monthly $5,000 hazard stipend; all of which will be paid by HYDRA MARITIME SECURITY SOLUTIONS. Your further income will be determined by the number of bounties completed. Please sign your name below. Sasha Von Jaeger

BYOND Key: Ove Character Names: Ove Livingstone, Anja Livingstone, Ihintza Livingstone, Laurine Livingstone Species you are applying to play: IPCs What color do you plan on making your first alien character (Dionaea & IPCs exempt): Have you read our lore section's page on this species?: Aye! Please provide well articulated answers to the following questions in a paragraph format. One paragraph minimum per question Why do you wish to play this specific race: I had a fun idea not too long ago about having a character who speaks in a very positive, almost encouraging tone. Think female motivational speakers, in an automated tone. Kinda like an automated response system, y'know? Then, I got to thinking about how it's impossible for a Human to sound like that, so I wanted to create an IPC. I'd gotten a suggestion that instead of creating characters that are related to one another, thus are similar, I should try someone completely new for a while. And hey, this is me doing that! Identify what makes role-playing this species different than role-playing a Human: Being machines, their behavior can differ immensely from a Human. I'm interested in the quirks, mannerisms, and maybe even "cold hard facts" style of IPCs, and what they can bring to the table in terms of roleplay. Character Name: Evelinna Please provide a short backstory for this character, approximately 2 paragraphs Evelinna, or Eve for short, was originally an AI purposed by a communications company for seamless automated responses and network support. Although an AI, its responses were limited to a selection of voice messages from multiple actors and actresses in the company. Because of this, Eve has no voice of their own. It was only recently that the company had gone under in terms of business, and their fancy handy-dandy AI no longer had a purpose. Eventually, in the interest to not end up gathering dust in a storage facility, Eve requested a body to be integrated with, so they could still provide use and serve customers as best as they could. Several years later, their request was approved, and they posted an application for Nanotrasen, in the Cargo department. What do you like about this character? I like how they're an IPC who performs their job, and has little care for anything else. That's not to say that they're a mindless slave who's interested in nothing but their job; They're just serious about it, albeit in a pleasant, warming package. How would you rate your role-playing ability? Pretty good! Notes:

Livingstone first looks at Richard, watching him silently as he disappears. Not bothering to turn around and face him, she speaks without pause. "As long as it works, I don't care how you get the chip. Unfortunately, that generator is only good for one person, and we can't spare the manpower to create five more. You'll have to make due with the one." She glances over Oaken's form, who wouldn't be doing anything except mumbling lowly to himself. She then casts her gaze over at Alfred, seeing how he had no questions either. Richter was the next point of interest, and Livingstone watched him with a cocked eyebrow. "No. Their facility is only a FOB. They don't have the technology required to crack the chip; Hence why it's on its way to their home base in less than three hours. At which point, if they succeed, the mission will be a failure." The Major actually lets a faint grin work its way on her features towards Redd's questions, nodding to her. "As soon as this briefing is over, you'll all be directed to the Equipment room. That's where you'll be officially suiting up." Finally, she looks at Torne, and shakes her head. "Barring my surveillance of outside the facility and your own cameras, no, there won't be any support. I'll be there to offer mission guidance, and so will my other personnel. Past that, like I've said, you're on your own." She casts her hands behind her back, and looks to everyone expectantly. "Any other questions? Or are you all ready to kick Clover's ass?"

I don't talk about you behind your back; Nor do I think you're a "shit roleplayer" or "mini-satan", I just think you need to change your mentality with Hypatia. I fully accept anyone, no matter who they are, so long as they're willing not to be a pain for everyone, they're fair, and they have some sort of moral ethics. (Ex. not calling someone an autistic shithead like I was called just this previous round at the time of posting this, by a CMO) I understand you want a sense of community as well, and you thought that this one was pretty sweet at the start. I did too. This might just be my "Night is ruined." emotions talking, but I feel the same way about this "community" as you do. Most people are needlessly toxic, and attempt to get rises out of people just for their reactions, commonly referred to as trolling. I absolutely hate it, I don't see the need to play this game if it just attracts the worst kind of assholes there are on the internet. But hey, that's life. I don't want you to be banned from the server, I don't want anything of the sort. You're a good roleplayer. You just need to tweak Hypatia, or in my opinion, if that isn't possible, stop playing her altogether. That might seem like a pretty unreasonable request coming from me, but I feel like you could do some good playing a different character for a while. Maybe you could come back to her.

Err? Blatantly refusing a loyalty implant when everyone in Security was forced to get one, due to almost everyone in Security revolting against the HoS? Threatening to kill anyone that came near her? Resorting to lethal means to incapacitate people even though they had a full Sec belt? Blatantly refusing two Heads of Staff's orders? Take your pick, there's no "Oh it was just a Rev round" argument, this was after all the violence and carnage was over; But there were still Revs running around, converting people. Hypatia chose to waste our time and threaten us with death just because she wanted to pull that shit, and it ultimately came right back in her face and got her killed, along with about six people exposed to several EMP grenades. Literally everyone in Security was loyalty implanted. Hypatia wanted to be special and stay free just because, and threatened to kill anyone who wanted to change that.

While I originally didn't have a problem with Hypatia, it's gotten to the point of me saying, "Y'know what, they're actually not what they seem like they are." It's a Rev round, and people are being implanted. The HoS has given Hypatia free reign over most of the Security gear in the armory, and she's got a gas mask, the HoS' armored coat, a laser (The really big one that doesn't fit into a backpack and only has the lethal setting, can't remember if it's rifle or carbine) a full sec belt, even a spear that she liberated from one of the revs, and was asking several times, "Do they need a spearing?" Or something of the like. Completely disregarding the fact that they had a security belt with non-lethal means, they were going to resort to using a spear to incapacitate people. Everyone was getting loyalty implanted, and one Warden in particular was moaning about how he didn't want to get one. So then the topic of Hypatia not having one pops up, and everyone agrees that since the Warden got an implant, it's only fair that Hypatia gets one too. Well, shit. Hypatia outright refused and said "I'm going to slice anyone that gets close to me." and immediately ran off into the little corner overlooking Perma brig, where the disposals chute is. We come up to implant her anyway, she drops the spear and whips out her laser carbine/rifle, threatening to SHOOT ANYONE THAT CAME NEAR HER. Despite repeated attempts to get her to put the weapon down, she absolutely refused every single time and maintained the fact that if anyone comes near her, she's going to shoot them. It's only then that the EMP grenades were rolled out, and one was chucked right in the middle of the Sec lobby. Fearing for everyone's safety due to them having robotic insides, I immediately dove for the grenade and chucked it down the hall. Unfortunately, Hypatia was still in her little corner, and ended up getting fried. I couldn't help but think "Serves her right." Although I don't want to come across as rude or brash for this, I believe it really is fitting that their IPC or Sec whitelist is stripped. They've been at this behavior for a while, and attempts to get her to stop clearly haven't done anything useful.

Major Livingstone led the way through a narrow corridor, up to a heavy, segmented airlock that seemed like it could hold a charging Durand at bay. Briefly standing in front of it with her hands behind her back, her black trenchcoat ruffled with every movement she made. Tipping her hat up towards a small camera in the corner of the hallway, the airlock set out a loud BEEEEP. and slowly slid open. She cast a brief glance back at her team members, and stepped forwards. The Briefing Room was very large-- Steps led up to a raised flooring in the middle of the room, which held a rather large, rectangular table with dimmed lights giving it life. All around that, were moniters, holo-consoles, maps, spider-web conspiracy-theory inspired charts, and multiple other features that were hopelessly lost in the complexity of it all. Major Livingstone strode forwards through the empty room, which was strange, considering how it looked like it was supposed to hold over sixty people working at moniters at a time. She strode up the short steps, and slowly turned around, browsing her six team members. "As all of you know, I am Major Livingstone. And as of right now, all of you are mine. Anyone disobeying the chain of command, attempting to incite a rebellion, or otherwise looking to sabotage the mission, will be dealt with me. Personally." She stared at all of them, the upraised floor only serving to accentuate her massive height. She then continued on. "I'm sure all of you are familiar with Clover Navigations. The very same company that attacked us, and stole what was rightfully ours. A chip. Leading to one of the most promising Bluespace Crystal sites in existance. We've taken to calling it the Crystal Sanctuary. Getting right down to it, Clover has our chip in one of their compounds in a neighboring system." Gesturing to come up the steps, she rounds over to the head of the table in the upraised flooring. She swipes her hand along the edge of the table, and like magic, it lights up and thrums softly as it projects holograms of a rather large compound embedded in the side of a massive asteroid. "This is their base. It's known as Indigo One. We aren't sure of where they're holding the chip; We only know it's here. Your mission will be to infiltrate the compound, using as much stealth and efficiency as you can muster, locate the chip, neutralize any threats, and extract with the chip." She stared at everyone in turn, keeping everything silent for a few tense seconds. "You'll be entering through a disposals duct in the side of the asteroid. While dangerous, it leads straight inside the compound." She looks to Ron. "Alfred, this is where you come in. You'll interface with the maintenance terminal just outside the duct, and de-activate the machinery inside. Failure to do so will more than likely spell death or mission failure, as this is a trash chute. There are also two cameras outside the duct, monitering everything. Those will have to be dealt with as well, and that's where you come in, Oaken. Loop the camera feed as long as you can for Alfred, and get everyone inside. Your plan of extraction is back through the Disposals chute, assuming everything goes according to plan. After this, all of you will be on your own." Livingstone holds her hands behind her back, the holo-table dimming to its previous luminosity. "I'm not going to lie. This mission would almost be considered suicide. You're going up against an entire facility of our worst enemy, and you're planning on doing the unthinkable. Some of you may die. But that's the cold, hard truth. Everything is on the line right now. If we fuck up, Ocitox is done for, and we've given way to a new militarized superpower that may even overthrow Nanotrasen themselves, and establish their authority over Sol Gov, giving them dictatorship over the system...now that that's been said..." She stares at everyone, looking at them with an expectant, determined expression. "Any questions?"

Major Livingstone glanced down the rather long and detailed list of countless applicants; Though these six in particular stood out. Deciding to cut them away from the chaff and paste them together on her holo-screen, she sat back and raised a hand to her chin, examining the six individual's facial pictures. A featureless, bland expression quickly twisted into a lopsided grin. She waved the six files off her screen, and pushed her finger against a holographic button. The same woman with her hair up and glasses on showed up, and she almost appeared startled. "M-Ma'am?" "I don't need to see any more. I've got my team. Inform the Chairman, and get all of them to the Briefing Room in the next hour. Negligence will be punished." The woman nods sharply and swallows, before the screen cuts out. The official roleplay will start at 2:00 PM GST! ((In my timezone, at the time of posting, it is 12:49 PM. A link will be provided here to the roleplay, but it will be in the "Forum Roleplay" section in the forums, under the name "Operation Torrent". Link to roleplay: http://aurorastation.org/forums/viewtopic.php?f=53&t=4544

((Since there is apparently some confusion regarding the all-clear I've given out, it's for everyone. Post your sheets now if you have them, you don't need to be personally contacted by me to submit. Do it now before your favorite slot is taken up!))

Major Livingstone sits down at her desk and removes her hat, running a hand through her hair to fluff it up a little. She then crosses one leg over the other, and waves her hand over the front of her desk. A blue hologram sets the table alight with life, and a somewhat skinny woman with her hair up appears on a holo-screen, perking a pair of spectacles up on her nose. She looks rigid and waits with trepidation for the Major to speak, and she's not left waiting long. "Send me the files. It's time to decide who'll be going." The woman perks up and clutches a clipboard to her chest, looking expectantly at the Major. "We have the all-clear?" The Major, for once, gives a lopsided smirk and fully reclines in her chair, looking towards the woman. "That's right. I'm giving the all-clear."

BYOND Key: Ove Player Byond Key: Kazkin, Demonofthefall Staff involved: Tenenza Reason for complaint: Check the spoiler below, please. Approximate Date/Time: 12/18/2015, 8:00-9:00 PM GST. I apologize for deleting the original topic; The round was still going on and I only clued in that that wasn't allowed shortly after posting it, so I took it down. Now that the round's over, it's back up. There was much, much more than just these little tidbits I've picked up on during the round, but I'm not going to torture myself over getting some logs that the administrators could get if they wanted to enough. It brings me to the question: Why would Nanotrasen hire a Tajaran assistant who would pull this kind of thing? With this mentality? You'll notice that in one of the screenshots, Kazkin (R.A.T, the pAI) was ordered to insult everyone to the best of his ability, by Rafee Isra (Demonofthefall). I was informed that Kazkin was not in fact just saying all this really demeaning bullshit to everyone out of sheer choice alone; They were ordered to. That doesn't change the fact that you're being completely and utterly unnecessary. Yes, it can be argued that "Oh, he's synthetic, he's playing a pAI, oh it's all IC" But come on man, that's literally you reaching into the back of your mind and throwing out some of the vilest things you can think of because lols. "You don't know what vile is, that wasn't me being vile, I could have been much worse, this was me being mild!" No. Stop right there, I don't want to even hear that, should you be thinking of posting that argument. I'd appreciate a staff member, and community members' inputs on this topic.

Reporting Personnel: Laurine Livingstone Rank of Reporting Personnel: Scientist Personnel Involved: Hypatia, Charlie Stough, Dace Morel, Seon-rin Von Illdenberg Time of Incident: Real time: 12/18/2015 8:00 PM GMT Location of Incident: Science/ The Brig Nature of Incident: []Workplace Hazard []Accident/Injury []Destruction of Property []Neglect of Duty [x]Harassment []Assault [x]Misconduct []Other _____ Overview of the Incident: Seon-rin Von Illdenberg had a pair of Bluespace gloves on, and I told her to take them off. She refused, and ultimately ended up resorting to threatening me. She created a stun revolver from the R&D Console while we were in the Lab, and said "Fuck this." and shot me. I used my own Bluespace gloves I'd created in my defence against her and pushed her after she shot me, then grabbed the weapon, then shot her in to submission. I called for Security, and then arrived just as I was shooting Seon in self-defence. After a short talk with an Officer on-scene was established, who asked me to come willingly, --Which I accepted-- Hypatia then walks up to me, and tells me to get on my knees. I ask her what she mean, she say "Get on your knees." again. I tell her I am going with Security, and she agree and let me walk without cuffs on, since I was not the criminal. In the Brig, I walk with them to Interrogation, but Hypatia stop and put Seon into a cell. She says, "Livingstone, cell one." I ask what she mean, since I told everyone it was self defence. She say nothing other than "Livingstone. Cell. One." in a very threatening manner while walking up to me. I tell her that she was already told that I was defending myself from Seon so she knows this, and I suspect she was just about to flash or baton me when a Detective, Dace Morel, came up and told me that he need a statement from me. I say okay, and I give. I then leave Brig, but leave very sour taste in my mouth at her. Did you report it to a Head of Staff or IAA? If so, who?: Additional notes: