Alan - Tidomann's Synthetic Whitelist Application
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Alan - Tidomann's Synthetic Whitelist Application
Byond ID: Tidomann
Marine Name: Random Name
“You've never seen a beard so square, and so orange.”
Note: I will create a unique avatar for my Synthetic character.
Name/Designation of the Synth Character you’re requesting to use: Alan
Are you familiar with the Synthetic Programming and Guidelines? I am familiar with the Programming and Guidelines. I even watched Michael Fassbender cry.
Synthetic Character Story:
The blaring fire alarms did little to sway the saunter of Alan quickly pacing towards the fire and heat.
Personnel identification complete, retinal and facial scan confirms Johnnie Lynch.
Commonly named “Hangman” by peers. Friendly subroutine unnecessary. History of hostility towards identity Alan previously recorded.
Severe burns detected; Human Harm prioritized.
Flame estimated to envelop room in 1 minute 10 seconds with an accuracy of ± 18 seconds. Response team requested via Radio, with Police support.
“You fucker, get your god damn meat claws off- AGHHHHHHHH”
Alan grabbed the sterile wipe from the burn kit, and began to clean the gruesome burn along the man's arm. “I apologize for the pain but-”
“Synth get this shit off of me!” the man interrupted, pulling his arm back to his chest. His leg still pinned under some plasteel sheets.
Anatomical examination complete. Bioglue required to prevent further degradation of human tissue.
Humour subroutine cancelled- Quip “But there are no feces on you” subdued.
Floor temperature detected; 30 degrees celsius, air temperature rapidly increasing based on height; peak detected around 254 degrees celsius approximately 1.725m in height. Flashover likely.
Alan dropped the bioglue and with a quick movement draped the breath mask on the human before he could react. The man screamed expletives, the condensation forming on the clear mask as he witnessed Alan sprint toward the emergency closet with the form and grace of an athlete. Synthetic flesh beginning to warp and bubble. There was no time to crouch. The department and all its assets would be lost. Alan had done the calculations. The cost of replacement would pale to the cost of replacing the re-purposed generators.
Parts of the locker were melded together in the extreme heat, but offered little resistance to Alan’s mechanically enhanced power. In an instant, the safety was off- the chemical powder spraying from the extinguisher, coating the flame and dousing the heat. Gases erupted as the emergency powder reacted with the oxygen- suffocating the flame and anyone inside.
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The marine response team pried the door open with their crowbars- powder blew through the emergency shutters onto their gas masks and firesuits. A lone figure emerged amongst the powder sheltering the maintenance tech underneath. Like a patch of dirt revealed in a layer of snow, he was untouched by the powder. His arms stretched out towards the rescuers, finally sealed with bioglue and his leg splinted below. Alan tried to smile, the code dictating that the new humans needed to be put at ease. His face, warped by the extreme temperatures, produced a devilish grin.
“I apologize for the mess, but I was insistent in my advice that the Fusion Generator not be wired directly to the Disco Ball. I was unable to get here in time to prevent this damage." Alan stiffened, turning slowly, hands gesturing in one smooth motion towards the now powdered room. I would be happy to assist in cleaning this department, full functionality should be restored momentarily. It is my recommendation that Mr. Lynch be apprehended to prevent further, catastrophic damage. That is of course, after his skin repair surgery”
How do you intend to play your Synth? I plan to play my Synthetic as honest as possible. He is there amongst the chaos of the marines. He will happily interact with anyone who seems interested. Even standards like to roleplay and I think giving them an opportunity to speak with a synthetic can help get out of the “gruff marine about to drop” routine and can help develop their identities as marines and more importantly as actual humans. My main focus will be on maintenance and medical- while still providing support to other areas as needed.
A synthetic is great to fill roles that are needed while providing a welcome spice to the interaction. I sometimes wonder how marines would react if a snyth had to operate the RO line because no CT’s or RO’s logged in. You could generate some interesting roleplay depending on the situation. Albeit- you are obviously pressed for time during the initial attachment rush so it's all withing reason- since the aim of a synthetic is to operate things at acceptable levels and above.
A synthetic obviously can bring a lot to medical and research in terms of roleplay- being able to roleplay incredible knowledge of medicine, chemistry, robotics, and xenology. After witnessing a round played by a synthetic named “Bill” as a doctor- I saw wonderful possibilities interacting with strange organisms. The slow development in roleplay to learn body language, interactions with sound, movements to understand one another was amazing to witness, and something I hope to incorporate should any opportunity arise.
My quirk for Alan is based on the simple understand that communication in this game happens over text. Emoting simple, human reactions like smiling, or waving- but adding macros to add flavor to them can help develop an interaction with someone. Instead of *wave, “Alan stance becomes more rigid, as his arm smoothly gestures a wave.” adds wonderful flavour. “Alans eyes lock with yours as he nods”.
In my story I was also very careful never to say “he” or “him” in referencing Alan. I would continue with this trend in my interactions with players.
Finally- a dry humour. Take anything anyone types very literal. Not to the point of being obtuse, as synths would still understand humour and to an extent sarcasm. Simply use it as a tool to create interaction and some humour and develop a personality to Alan. In the story- I used the example of not cracking a joke during a time of distress, as he obviously understood the message- and had more pressing concerns.
How familiar are you with support roles? I have played each role enough to be familiar with them intricately. My one weakness would be navigating the communications console, as I haven’t had much experiance working it as an XO yet.
Why should we whitelist you? In my time playing colonial marines, I have been exploring heavier roleplay roles. Even when playing other roles I try to incorporate more fun roleplay into small interactions. Something as simple as asking a marine to count down from 5 as I set his internals on before surgery can add a certain humanity to each role- instead of the faceless men and women just performing tasks.
As a synth, I now get to tweak this idea. I need to add a hint of humanity- that can be eerie and offsetting. I get to explore more of the roleplay between Weyland-Yutani and the USMC, and assist or even develop roleplay with the Corporate Liaison. With this roleplay, I can add a unique twist to the round, and reinforce the roleplay of the round, and help shape it into something interesting and memorable.
Have you been banned from CM in the last month for any reason? No
Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why? No
Do you understand that any player - donor or otherwise - can have their whitelist status revoked should they break our rules or the Synthetic Programming Guideline? I understand
Marine Name: Random Name
“You've never seen a beard so square, and so orange.”
Note: I will create a unique avatar for my Synthetic character.
Name/Designation of the Synth Character you’re requesting to use: Alan
Are you familiar with the Synthetic Programming and Guidelines? I am familiar with the Programming and Guidelines. I even watched Michael Fassbender cry.
Synthetic Character Story:
The blaring fire alarms did little to sway the saunter of Alan quickly pacing towards the fire and heat.
Personnel identification complete, retinal and facial scan confirms Johnnie Lynch.
Commonly named “Hangman” by peers. Friendly subroutine unnecessary. History of hostility towards identity Alan previously recorded.
Severe burns detected; Human Harm prioritized.
Flame estimated to envelop room in 1 minute 10 seconds with an accuracy of ± 18 seconds. Response team requested via Radio, with Police support.
“You fucker, get your god damn meat claws off- AGHHHHHHHH”
Alan grabbed the sterile wipe from the burn kit, and began to clean the gruesome burn along the man's arm. “I apologize for the pain but-”
“Synth get this shit off of me!” the man interrupted, pulling his arm back to his chest. His leg still pinned under some plasteel sheets.
Anatomical examination complete. Bioglue required to prevent further degradation of human tissue.
Humour subroutine cancelled- Quip “But there are no feces on you” subdued.
Floor temperature detected; 30 degrees celsius, air temperature rapidly increasing based on height; peak detected around 254 degrees celsius approximately 1.725m in height. Flashover likely.
Alan dropped the bioglue and with a quick movement draped the breath mask on the human before he could react. The man screamed expletives, the condensation forming on the clear mask as he witnessed Alan sprint toward the emergency closet with the form and grace of an athlete. Synthetic flesh beginning to warp and bubble. There was no time to crouch. The department and all its assets would be lost. Alan had done the calculations. The cost of replacement would pale to the cost of replacing the re-purposed generators.
Parts of the locker were melded together in the extreme heat, but offered little resistance to Alan’s mechanically enhanced power. In an instant, the safety was off- the chemical powder spraying from the extinguisher, coating the flame and dousing the heat. Gases erupted as the emergency powder reacted with the oxygen- suffocating the flame and anyone inside.
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The marine response team pried the door open with their crowbars- powder blew through the emergency shutters onto their gas masks and firesuits. A lone figure emerged amongst the powder sheltering the maintenance tech underneath. Like a patch of dirt revealed in a layer of snow, he was untouched by the powder. His arms stretched out towards the rescuers, finally sealed with bioglue and his leg splinted below. Alan tried to smile, the code dictating that the new humans needed to be put at ease. His face, warped by the extreme temperatures, produced a devilish grin.
“I apologize for the mess, but I was insistent in my advice that the Fusion Generator not be wired directly to the Disco Ball. I was unable to get here in time to prevent this damage." Alan stiffened, turning slowly, hands gesturing in one smooth motion towards the now powdered room. I would be happy to assist in cleaning this department, full functionality should be restored momentarily. It is my recommendation that Mr. Lynch be apprehended to prevent further, catastrophic damage. That is of course, after his skin repair surgery”
How do you intend to play your Synth? I plan to play my Synthetic as honest as possible. He is there amongst the chaos of the marines. He will happily interact with anyone who seems interested. Even standards like to roleplay and I think giving them an opportunity to speak with a synthetic can help get out of the “gruff marine about to drop” routine and can help develop their identities as marines and more importantly as actual humans. My main focus will be on maintenance and medical- while still providing support to other areas as needed.
A synthetic is great to fill roles that are needed while providing a welcome spice to the interaction. I sometimes wonder how marines would react if a snyth had to operate the RO line because no CT’s or RO’s logged in. You could generate some interesting roleplay depending on the situation. Albeit- you are obviously pressed for time during the initial attachment rush so it's all withing reason- since the aim of a synthetic is to operate things at acceptable levels and above.
A synthetic obviously can bring a lot to medical and research in terms of roleplay- being able to roleplay incredible knowledge of medicine, chemistry, robotics, and xenology. After witnessing a round played by a synthetic named “Bill” as a doctor- I saw wonderful possibilities interacting with strange organisms. The slow development in roleplay to learn body language, interactions with sound, movements to understand one another was amazing to witness, and something I hope to incorporate should any opportunity arise.
My quirk for Alan is based on the simple understand that communication in this game happens over text. Emoting simple, human reactions like smiling, or waving- but adding macros to add flavor to them can help develop an interaction with someone. Instead of *wave, “Alan stance becomes more rigid, as his arm smoothly gestures a wave.” adds wonderful flavour. “Alans eyes lock with yours as he nods”.
In my story I was also very careful never to say “he” or “him” in referencing Alan. I would continue with this trend in my interactions with players.
Finally- a dry humour. Take anything anyone types very literal. Not to the point of being obtuse, as synths would still understand humour and to an extent sarcasm. Simply use it as a tool to create interaction and some humour and develop a personality to Alan. In the story- I used the example of not cracking a joke during a time of distress, as he obviously understood the message- and had more pressing concerns.
How familiar are you with support roles? I have played each role enough to be familiar with them intricately. My one weakness would be navigating the communications console, as I haven’t had much experiance working it as an XO yet.
Why should we whitelist you? In my time playing colonial marines, I have been exploring heavier roleplay roles. Even when playing other roles I try to incorporate more fun roleplay into small interactions. Something as simple as asking a marine to count down from 5 as I set his internals on before surgery can add a certain humanity to each role- instead of the faceless men and women just performing tasks.
As a synth, I now get to tweak this idea. I need to add a hint of humanity- that can be eerie and offsetting. I get to explore more of the roleplay between Weyland-Yutani and the USMC, and assist or even develop roleplay with the Corporate Liaison. With this roleplay, I can add a unique twist to the round, and reinforce the roleplay of the round, and help shape it into something interesting and memorable.
Have you been banned from CM in the last month for any reason? No
Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why? No
Do you understand that any player - donor or otherwise - can have their whitelist status revoked should they break our rules or the Synthetic Programming Guideline? I understand
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Re: Alan - Tidomann's Synthetic Whitelist Application
Oh darn, this is a good app. Friendcomputer Detected.
No, but really, solid app much dude.
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No, but really, solid app much dude.
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Re: Alan - Tidomann's Synthetic Whitelist Application
And what does friend Synth look like?
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Re: Alan - Tidomann's Synthetic Whitelist Application
If it's agreed that the synthetics are allowed to be from various lines of Weyland-Yutani's models then I have a separate description for him.
Hair seems like the most customization aspect of synthetics both as a variation of models, and the most prominent visual in the byond character customizer. He would have the back and sides of his hair cropped close to the head maintaining a neat and tidy finish to the edges. This would blend into the top length that is jagged cut to achieve a textured look and feel.
His brow shows an array of "natural" lines, forming and shifting during various expressions. His droopy eyelids combined with his eyebrows that are raised towards the inside give him a relaxed, almost melancholic look during his neutral expression. Lines under his eyes and cheeks give him an aged look but help soften the shape of his face as they curve around his lip. These lines also give his eyes a more pleasant look- as if they've formed after many years of laughter and smiles.
Hair seems like the most customization aspect of synthetics both as a variation of models, and the most prominent visual in the byond character customizer. He would have the back and sides of his hair cropped close to the head maintaining a neat and tidy finish to the edges. This would blend into the top length that is jagged cut to achieve a textured look and feel.
His brow shows an array of "natural" lines, forming and shifting during various expressions. His droopy eyelids combined with his eyebrows that are raised towards the inside give him a relaxed, almost melancholic look during his neutral expression. Lines under his eyes and cheeks give him an aged look but help soften the shape of his face as they curve around his lip. These lines also give his eyes a more pleasant look- as if they've formed after many years of laughter and smiles.
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Re: Alan - Tidomann's Synthetic Whitelist Application
As the player behind synthetic Bill, I agree: synthetics have the incredible potential to bring back one of the coolest quirks from pre-Alpha: actual communication with the xenos (through AIs and universal translators). This quirk was removed for the exact same reason as to why WoW has two main 'common' languages: abuse.Tidomann wrote: After witnessing a round played by a synthetic named “Bill” as a doctor- I saw wonderful possibilities interacting with strange organisms. The slow development in roleplay to learn body language, interactions with sound, movements to understand one another was amazing to witness, and something I hope to incorporate should any opportunity arise.
I think Tidomann fully recognizes the potential for RP behind Synths, and can capture it if approved.
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Figured I would bump my application with another story. Also I tried to cheat and use indentation to make it easier to read. I hope this looks better on mobile devices, and looks ok on all your 1440hz 90" monitors.
Private Simmons and Dr. Hodson sat in the doctor’s office in the sick bay. Hodson filled out paperwork on his computer, while Simmons rifled through the medicine cabinet. “You’re stubborn,” said Hodson, “Stop trying to look for it yourself. That’s what Alan is for. He’s programmed with a database of all the medicine.”
“I don’t need some stupid synth telling me what to do,” Simmons huffed, “That’s the problem these days. We rely on our robots and when they crash everything goes to hell.”
“You don’t seem to have a problem with all the weapons the corps provides you. Without Weyland-Yutani technology, your guns and machines would never be so advanced.”
“That’s different. I get to control my guns. You can’t control these things. Something always goes wrong. I bet I can turn everyone on this ship against him.” Simmons slammed the cabinet shut and leaned against the doorframe.
“Choose your words carefully,” Hodson grinned.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Simmons grumbled.
“The last time we made a bet, you had to sing at the Corporal’s birthday party.”
“Don’t get cocky with me! You think your robot’s so great? Prove it. Get him to obey me, and I’ll have everyone hating him by sundown.”
Hodson stood up and crossed his arms. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Simmons stuck out his hand. “Shake it.”
“All right,” Hodson sighed, shaking his hand. He pushed a button on the wall and spoke into a microphone. “Alan, please report to Dr. Hodson’s office.”
Moments later, a man with kind eyes and a lifelike smile entered the office. “How may I assist you, Dr. Hodson?” he folded his hands behind his back and faced the doctor.
“This is Simmons. You’ll be under his command from now until sundown. Do you understand?”
“Processing request,” he said, “Orders committed to memory.” Alan turned towards Simmons and smiled. “How may I assist you, sir?”
Simmons grinned and rubbed his hands together. “Let’s get this show on the road!”
“I love shows,” said Alan, “What will we be viewing this afternoon? Is it a movie? We had a movie yesterday, so maybe it’s a play. I hope it’s a musical.”
“There is no show,” Simmons said, patting Alan on the back, “It’s just an expression.”
“Oh, that was funny,” Alan said and slapped Simmons’ back. Simmons lurched forward and coughed, not realizing how strong a synthetic doctor could be.
Simmons glared at Hodson, who smiled wide. “Good luck.”
“Follow me, Alan,” Simmons said, before flipping his middle finger at Hodson.
“I’m unfamiliar with that greeting,” Alan said, grabbing his finger. “What does that mean?”
Simmons slipped out of his grasp, ignoring his question. The two of them entered the mess hall and found an empty table to sit at. Alan folded his hands on the table and waited for Simmons’ instructions. “Okay, Alan, do you see that chef through the window of that door? He’s got dark skin and a tattoo on his shoulder?”
Alan turned his head and nodded. When he looked back at Simmons, he said, “Is there something wrong with him? Does he require a diagnosis?”
“I already know what’s wrong. He’s got a stick up his ass.”
“That must be painful. We should assist him in its removal.”
Simmons clenched his fists and rubbed his face. “Forget about that. He’s got a problem with me because I beat him at poker a few nights ago and he thinks I cheated. He’s been giving me half rations ever since. I need you to go in there and steal all the food he’s got. Can you do that?”
“I am an artificial person. We do not need sustenance. I am well-versed in the game of poker if you wish to arrange a rematch.”
“I don’t want a rematch!” Simmons shouted. “Just go steal the food!”
“Forgive me, Private, but your face looks rather red. Do you require me to take your temperature? You may have a fever.”
“My face is not red! Go in the kitchen and get food! It’s that simple.”
“Yes, sir,” Alan nodded, and went to the kitchen to talk to the chef. Time passed, and Simmons tapped his boot, waiting. Alan returned empty handed and sat at the table, smiling.
“Wipe that smile off your face. What happened in there?”
“I asked the chef to bring us more food, and he said that I do not require such things. I agreed with him and we started playing poker. I won and he told me he would give you more food at supper. He says to tell you that he forgives you.”
Simmons’ jaw dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I told you to go in there for revenge, and you end up making friends with the enemy!?”
“My scanners do not detect enemy forces on this vessel. By my calculations, the chef sees you as a friend in the ninetieth percentile. Whereas, Private Jenkins, the man you share your quarters with, ranks your friendship in the fortieth percentile.”
“Jenkins? How do you know about me and Jenkins?”
“Part of my duty is to scan the vessel for issues. Problematic relationships on the vessel need to be addressed. Let us go visit the Private now.” Alan stood up and left the mess hall. Simmons chased after him and only caught up when they reached his quarters. Alan knocked on the door, but there was no answer.
“It’s my quarters,” Simmons growled, “I can enter whenever I want.” Simmons opened the room and saw Jenkins sleeping on his bed. “Wake up!” he shouted, and kicked his side.
“That action may have caused harm to Private Jenkins,” Alan said, “I must scan him for injury.”
“Don’t bother, that’s how friends greet each other,” Simmons chuckled. He watched Jenkins stretch his arms and yawn. Before he could pull him out of bed, Alan kicked Simmons in the shin. “OW!” he shrieked, “What was that for?”
“You and I have had time to bond. We have reached an appropriate level of friendship.”
Simmons stared at Alan in disbelief.
“What are you doing here?” Jenkins said through a yawn.
“We’ve come to fix your friendship,” said Alan. “Why do you dislike Private Simmons?”
“I don’t have time for a therapy session.” He nudged Simmons out of the way and sat at his desk.
Alan closed the door and patted Jenkins’ back. “I am a licensed therapist, but we do not have to view this conversation as such. My duty is to procure the safety of the tenants on this vessel. If you do not feel safe or happy, you may address your concerns to me.”
“Yeah, right,” Simmons scoffed, “He’ll never talk to you about his feelings. That’s not very manly.”
Jenkins stood up and stared at Alan with cold eyes. Suddenly, he flung his arms around Alan to hug him and sobbed. “I just want Simmons to respect me! Why is that too much to ask?”
“There, there,” Alan said, keeping the hug. He waited for Jenkins to stop crying and forced Simmons and Jenkins to have an hour long therapy sessions to work out their issues. When they left the room, Jenkins was praising Alan, while Simmons grumbled curse words to himself. “I do not believe profanity is acceptable in these circumstances.”
“Go ahead and wash my mouth out with soap then,” Simmons said, rolling his eyes. He quickly realized his mistake, but it was too late. Alan held his mouth open and squirted surgery cleaner that he drew from his satchel with the agility of a seasoned magician. “Disgusting!” Simmons said, spitting out the soap into a nearby sink. He swished water around, but he could still taste it. “Okay, this is over,” he said, dragging Alan back to the sick bay.
“Is something wrong, Simmons?” Hodson asked, covering a patient’s wound with gauze.
“Take back your stupid robot! Put him back on your command!” Simmons shouted, shoving his thumb into Hodson’s chest.
“What ever do you mean?” Hodson chuckled.
“I mean it! Take him back! I hate him!”
“Does everyone else hate him? There’s so much time left until sundown.”
“Hodson,” he growled.
“All right, I’ll take him back. Alan, proceed with your original settings.”
“Reconfiguring algorithm. System secured,” Alan said.
“I can’t say I’m surprised you didn’t last,” Hodson said. “Are you ready for your punishment?”
“Bring it on, Doc,” Simmons replied.
Hodson smiled and turned to Alan. “How would you like to see a one-man show?”
Alan smiled, patted Simmons’ back, and kicked his leg. “I would love to see a show by my good friend.”
“What’s your favourite musical, Alan?”
“I recall a fondness for Mary Poppins.”
Hodson looked at Simmons, whose fear seeped from his eyes. “Mary Poppins, it is. Alan, please tend to the Corporal in bed five.”
“Yes, sir,” Alan said, and walked away, leaving Simmons stunned.
“I knew I hated synths for a reason,” Simmons said.
“You look green in color,” Alan said, “Please find a seat and I will be with you momentarily.”
Simmons slumped onto a bed and rubbed his eyes. “I can’t wait to get off this ship.”
Private Simmons and Dr. Hodson sat in the doctor’s office in the sick bay. Hodson filled out paperwork on his computer, while Simmons rifled through the medicine cabinet. “You’re stubborn,” said Hodson, “Stop trying to look for it yourself. That’s what Alan is for. He’s programmed with a database of all the medicine.”
“I don’t need some stupid synth telling me what to do,” Simmons huffed, “That’s the problem these days. We rely on our robots and when they crash everything goes to hell.”
“You don’t seem to have a problem with all the weapons the corps provides you. Without Weyland-Yutani technology, your guns and machines would never be so advanced.”
“That’s different. I get to control my guns. You can’t control these things. Something always goes wrong. I bet I can turn everyone on this ship against him.” Simmons slammed the cabinet shut and leaned against the doorframe.
“Choose your words carefully,” Hodson grinned.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Simmons grumbled.
“The last time we made a bet, you had to sing at the Corporal’s birthday party.”
“Don’t get cocky with me! You think your robot’s so great? Prove it. Get him to obey me, and I’ll have everyone hating him by sundown.”
Hodson stood up and crossed his arms. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Simmons stuck out his hand. “Shake it.”
“All right,” Hodson sighed, shaking his hand. He pushed a button on the wall and spoke into a microphone. “Alan, please report to Dr. Hodson’s office.”
Moments later, a man with kind eyes and a lifelike smile entered the office. “How may I assist you, Dr. Hodson?” he folded his hands behind his back and faced the doctor.
“This is Simmons. You’ll be under his command from now until sundown. Do you understand?”
“Processing request,” he said, “Orders committed to memory.” Alan turned towards Simmons and smiled. “How may I assist you, sir?”
Simmons grinned and rubbed his hands together. “Let’s get this show on the road!”
“I love shows,” said Alan, “What will we be viewing this afternoon? Is it a movie? We had a movie yesterday, so maybe it’s a play. I hope it’s a musical.”
“There is no show,” Simmons said, patting Alan on the back, “It’s just an expression.”
“Oh, that was funny,” Alan said and slapped Simmons’ back. Simmons lurched forward and coughed, not realizing how strong a synthetic doctor could be.
Simmons glared at Hodson, who smiled wide. “Good luck.”
“Follow me, Alan,” Simmons said, before flipping his middle finger at Hodson.
“I’m unfamiliar with that greeting,” Alan said, grabbing his finger. “What does that mean?”
Simmons slipped out of his grasp, ignoring his question. The two of them entered the mess hall and found an empty table to sit at. Alan folded his hands on the table and waited for Simmons’ instructions. “Okay, Alan, do you see that chef through the window of that door? He’s got dark skin and a tattoo on his shoulder?”
Alan turned his head and nodded. When he looked back at Simmons, he said, “Is there something wrong with him? Does he require a diagnosis?”
“I already know what’s wrong. He’s got a stick up his ass.”
“That must be painful. We should assist him in its removal.”
Simmons clenched his fists and rubbed his face. “Forget about that. He’s got a problem with me because I beat him at poker a few nights ago and he thinks I cheated. He’s been giving me half rations ever since. I need you to go in there and steal all the food he’s got. Can you do that?”
“I am an artificial person. We do not need sustenance. I am well-versed in the game of poker if you wish to arrange a rematch.”
“I don’t want a rematch!” Simmons shouted. “Just go steal the food!”
“Forgive me, Private, but your face looks rather red. Do you require me to take your temperature? You may have a fever.”
“My face is not red! Go in the kitchen and get food! It’s that simple.”
“Yes, sir,” Alan nodded, and went to the kitchen to talk to the chef. Time passed, and Simmons tapped his boot, waiting. Alan returned empty handed and sat at the table, smiling.
“Wipe that smile off your face. What happened in there?”
“I asked the chef to bring us more food, and he said that I do not require such things. I agreed with him and we started playing poker. I won and he told me he would give you more food at supper. He says to tell you that he forgives you.”
Simmons’ jaw dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I told you to go in there for revenge, and you end up making friends with the enemy!?”
“My scanners do not detect enemy forces on this vessel. By my calculations, the chef sees you as a friend in the ninetieth percentile. Whereas, Private Jenkins, the man you share your quarters with, ranks your friendship in the fortieth percentile.”
“Jenkins? How do you know about me and Jenkins?”
“Part of my duty is to scan the vessel for issues. Problematic relationships on the vessel need to be addressed. Let us go visit the Private now.” Alan stood up and left the mess hall. Simmons chased after him and only caught up when they reached his quarters. Alan knocked on the door, but there was no answer.
“It’s my quarters,” Simmons growled, “I can enter whenever I want.” Simmons opened the room and saw Jenkins sleeping on his bed. “Wake up!” he shouted, and kicked his side.
“That action may have caused harm to Private Jenkins,” Alan said, “I must scan him for injury.”
“Don’t bother, that’s how friends greet each other,” Simmons chuckled. He watched Jenkins stretch his arms and yawn. Before he could pull him out of bed, Alan kicked Simmons in the shin. “OW!” he shrieked, “What was that for?”
“You and I have had time to bond. We have reached an appropriate level of friendship.”
Simmons stared at Alan in disbelief.
“What are you doing here?” Jenkins said through a yawn.
“We’ve come to fix your friendship,” said Alan. “Why do you dislike Private Simmons?”
“I don’t have time for a therapy session.” He nudged Simmons out of the way and sat at his desk.
Alan closed the door and patted Jenkins’ back. “I am a licensed therapist, but we do not have to view this conversation as such. My duty is to procure the safety of the tenants on this vessel. If you do not feel safe or happy, you may address your concerns to me.”
“Yeah, right,” Simmons scoffed, “He’ll never talk to you about his feelings. That’s not very manly.”
Jenkins stood up and stared at Alan with cold eyes. Suddenly, he flung his arms around Alan to hug him and sobbed. “I just want Simmons to respect me! Why is that too much to ask?”
“There, there,” Alan said, keeping the hug. He waited for Jenkins to stop crying and forced Simmons and Jenkins to have an hour long therapy sessions to work out their issues. When they left the room, Jenkins was praising Alan, while Simmons grumbled curse words to himself. “I do not believe profanity is acceptable in these circumstances.”
“Go ahead and wash my mouth out with soap then,” Simmons said, rolling his eyes. He quickly realized his mistake, but it was too late. Alan held his mouth open and squirted surgery cleaner that he drew from his satchel with the agility of a seasoned magician. “Disgusting!” Simmons said, spitting out the soap into a nearby sink. He swished water around, but he could still taste it. “Okay, this is over,” he said, dragging Alan back to the sick bay.
“Is something wrong, Simmons?” Hodson asked, covering a patient’s wound with gauze.
“Take back your stupid robot! Put him back on your command!” Simmons shouted, shoving his thumb into Hodson’s chest.
“What ever do you mean?” Hodson chuckled.
“I mean it! Take him back! I hate him!”
“Does everyone else hate him? There’s so much time left until sundown.”
“Hodson,” he growled.
“All right, I’ll take him back. Alan, proceed with your original settings.”
“Reconfiguring algorithm. System secured,” Alan said.
“I can’t say I’m surprised you didn’t last,” Hodson said. “Are you ready for your punishment?”
“Bring it on, Doc,” Simmons replied.
Hodson smiled and turned to Alan. “How would you like to see a one-man show?”
Alan smiled, patted Simmons’ back, and kicked his leg. “I would love to see a show by my good friend.”
“What’s your favourite musical, Alan?”
“I recall a fondness for Mary Poppins.”
Hodson looked at Simmons, whose fear seeped from his eyes. “Mary Poppins, it is. Alan, please tend to the Corporal in bed five.”
“Yes, sir,” Alan said, and walked away, leaving Simmons stunned.
“I knew I hated synths for a reason,” Simmons said.
“You look green in color,” Alan said, “Please find a seat and I will be with you momentarily.”
Simmons slumped onto a bed and rubbed his eyes. “I can’t wait to get off this ship.”
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Re: Alan - Tidomann's Synthetic Whitelist Application
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I'm happy to answer any questions or comments people have. Want to thank Butterrobber202 for the feedback. Synthetic applications are just getting better and better, and I'm hoping mine still stands up to the test.
Bill is just a great person to roleplay with (even if he doesn't realize it's me because of opting to use a random name). I'm happy he is one of the first synths I witnessed. He set the bar high for the roleplay I want to achieve and I hope that I will have the opportunity to do just that.
Bill is just a great person to roleplay with (even if he doesn't realize it's me because of opting to use a random name). I'm happy he is one of the first synths I witnessed. He set the bar high for the roleplay I want to achieve and I hope that I will have the opportunity to do just that.
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Re: Alan - Tidomann's Synthetic Whitelist Application
+1
nice story- id work a bit on sounding more robotic, but overall i think its a solid app
nice story- id work a bit on sounding more robotic, but overall i think its a solid app
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Re: Alan - Tidomann's Synthetic Whitelist Application
Thanks for the feedback. I may have lost a bit of Alan's tone when writing conversations, so it's definately something I'd make sure to keep in check when roleplaying AlanNicboone wrote:+1
nice story- id work a bit on sounding more robotic, but overall i think its a solid app
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Re: Alan - Tidomann's Synthetic Whitelist Application
Hey! I liked your story, I don't know how good you are in roleplay since you play with random characters, but I believe you will do well as a synthetic. +1
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Re: Alan - Tidomann's Synthetic Whitelist Application
I think your style of role-play is always beyond the level our server runs. I mean that as a good thing, Tido has some really high levels of RP which is also even more impressive that he does it all under a different name each game. I love the way Alan talks, especially in the second story you made. It really nails the feel of human, but also distinctly robotic. I think Tido is a must-have for a Synth player. +1 from me.
I do have two questions, however, to help me get a more in-depth look at how you'd play.
1. What are your standings on ground operations as a Synthetic? You made no mention but do you ever plan to possibly go down to the planet to research, assist in medical/construction, or squad support?
2. What would you do if a Squad leader told you to evac a dropship when the aliens are attacking people from the flanking doors of the DS, but a few marines are trying to get onto the dropship? No one else has given you any other orders.
I do have two questions, however, to help me get a more in-depth look at how you'd play.
1. What are your standings on ground operations as a Synthetic? You made no mention but do you ever plan to possibly go down to the planet to research, assist in medical/construction, or squad support?
2. What would you do if a Squad leader told you to evac a dropship when the aliens are attacking people from the flanking doors of the DS, but a few marines are trying to get onto the dropship? No one else has given you any other orders.
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Re: Alan - Tidomann's Synthetic Whitelist Application
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Thank-you for the support Emeraldblood. That was really nicely worded.
[quote="Emeraldblood"]
I do have two questions, however, to help me get a more in-depth look at how you'd play.
1. What are your standings on ground operations as a Synthetic? You made no mention but do you ever plan to possibly go down to the planet to research, assist in medical/construction, or squad support?
[/quote]
In terms of the questions:
1. That is the wonderful thing about playing a synthetic. You get to go wherever you are needed or ordered. I wouldn't have any hesitation to go groundside if there was a lack of personnel to fulfill those tasks. With this in mind unless there is was an obvious shortage of medics, engineers, squad leaders, or POs I wouldnt bring up going groundside as a synthetic as I'm there to support the weak departments, not step on other players toes. However if possible I would be more inclined to focus roleplay on the ship, as the environment is there to support it. This in turn could foster a mission going down, whether with the CL, research department, as the volunteered doctor, or even to assist in construction. I could always make suggestions, but allow the other players to dictate the flow of the game. When I mention squad leader- I wouldn't necessarily be leading the squad. That would still fall to the next ranking officer. Instead I would assist in relaying information, using squad beacons (if synths have the skillset), while still performing as a multi-skilled tool. I don't see this situation arising often where I'm needed to be "part of a squad", but I figured it would be good to mention.
I think there is still a great opportunity to support groundside operations and still manage to create some wonderful roleplay with anyone who would be inclined to participate and interact- while realizing other players are more focused on the gameplay.
[quote="Emeraldblood"]
2. What would you do if a Squad leader told you to evac a dropship when the aliens are attacking people from the flanking doors of the DS, but a few marines are trying to get onto the dropship? No one else has given you any other orders.[/quote]
This is where experience playing a PO comes in handy. The situation is very fluid. Command is usually a bit lagged in relaying an evacuation order because of the time it takes for information to flow upwards. Squad leaders are generally more well informed in the status of their immediate squad. Making sure the flanking doors are bolted is the first priority to secure those that are already inside, and cut off the flank. This allows me to see if any acid is placed which gives me a visual indication of the time I have left.
Depending on the state of the round, you have to make a judgement call as the pilot. As a synthetic this judgement would have to be more calculated. It's no longer driven by emotions of a pilot officer, or even what will be the best for marines. It is now dictated by what would be best for the mission. If the shuttle gets called up early, an entire flank becomes exposed, leading to the collapse of groundside defenses. If it's called up late you run the risk of being overrun or losing marines ready to leave.
Ultimately, if the defenses appear to be holding and we still have a sizeable force, I would need confirmation from command. I can continue to treat those that are nearly combat capable on the ship to bolster the number of combat ready marines we have available, or have them reinforce the landing zone- coldly stating something along the lines of "Forgive me marines, but the ship will not be launched until confirmation of evacuation is issued. At this time, there is a 70% probability of holding this landing zone with coordinated effort."
If the flank is overly dangerous, to the point where xenos are getting on the ship and harassing us without proper deterrence, or the queen seems able to push up to the LZ to prepare a screech push, I would make a final announcement to board under the SLs orders.
"Under the command of Sergeant Albert A. Aavocado, the Alamo will be departing in 20 seconds, please make all efforts to board the vessel."
Then, I would be sure to inform command, while being prepared to drop the shutters. Once that is done and we begin departing announce to the remaining marines that their flank will shortly be exposed. Alan wants to save lives, he holds value in his interactions with people to better improve himself and his efficiency. However he is still dictated by his logic, and the mission is still a priority. Command has authority on evacuation calls, but the SL can easily have valid information and sufficient command to order Alan to depart. Alan would have to quickly and efficiently calculate and communicate to verify the validity of the orders to the success of the operation.
Thank-you for the support Emeraldblood. That was really nicely worded.
[quote="Emeraldblood"]
I do have two questions, however, to help me get a more in-depth look at how you'd play.
1. What are your standings on ground operations as a Synthetic? You made no mention but do you ever plan to possibly go down to the planet to research, assist in medical/construction, or squad support?
[/quote]
In terms of the questions:
1. That is the wonderful thing about playing a synthetic. You get to go wherever you are needed or ordered. I wouldn't have any hesitation to go groundside if there was a lack of personnel to fulfill those tasks. With this in mind unless there is was an obvious shortage of medics, engineers, squad leaders, or POs I wouldnt bring up going groundside as a synthetic as I'm there to support the weak departments, not step on other players toes. However if possible I would be more inclined to focus roleplay on the ship, as the environment is there to support it. This in turn could foster a mission going down, whether with the CL, research department, as the volunteered doctor, or even to assist in construction. I could always make suggestions, but allow the other players to dictate the flow of the game. When I mention squad leader- I wouldn't necessarily be leading the squad. That would still fall to the next ranking officer. Instead I would assist in relaying information, using squad beacons (if synths have the skillset), while still performing as a multi-skilled tool. I don't see this situation arising often where I'm needed to be "part of a squad", but I figured it would be good to mention.
I think there is still a great opportunity to support groundside operations and still manage to create some wonderful roleplay with anyone who would be inclined to participate and interact- while realizing other players are more focused on the gameplay.
[quote="Emeraldblood"]
2. What would you do if a Squad leader told you to evac a dropship when the aliens are attacking people from the flanking doors of the DS, but a few marines are trying to get onto the dropship? No one else has given you any other orders.[/quote]
This is where experience playing a PO comes in handy. The situation is very fluid. Command is usually a bit lagged in relaying an evacuation order because of the time it takes for information to flow upwards. Squad leaders are generally more well informed in the status of their immediate squad. Making sure the flanking doors are bolted is the first priority to secure those that are already inside, and cut off the flank. This allows me to see if any acid is placed which gives me a visual indication of the time I have left.
Depending on the state of the round, you have to make a judgement call as the pilot. As a synthetic this judgement would have to be more calculated. It's no longer driven by emotions of a pilot officer, or even what will be the best for marines. It is now dictated by what would be best for the mission. If the shuttle gets called up early, an entire flank becomes exposed, leading to the collapse of groundside defenses. If it's called up late you run the risk of being overrun or losing marines ready to leave.
Ultimately, if the defenses appear to be holding and we still have a sizeable force, I would need confirmation from command. I can continue to treat those that are nearly combat capable on the ship to bolster the number of combat ready marines we have available, or have them reinforce the landing zone- coldly stating something along the lines of "Forgive me marines, but the ship will not be launched until confirmation of evacuation is issued. At this time, there is a 70% probability of holding this landing zone with coordinated effort."
If the flank is overly dangerous, to the point where xenos are getting on the ship and harassing us without proper deterrence, or the queen seems able to push up to the LZ to prepare a screech push, I would make a final announcement to board under the SLs orders.
"Under the command of Sergeant Albert A. Aavocado, the Alamo will be departing in 20 seconds, please make all efforts to board the vessel."
Then, I would be sure to inform command, while being prepared to drop the shutters. Once that is done and we begin departing announce to the remaining marines that their flank will shortly be exposed. Alan wants to save lives, he holds value in his interactions with people to better improve himself and his efficiency. However he is still dictated by his logic, and the mission is still a priority. Command has authority on evacuation calls, but the SL can easily have valid information and sufficient command to order Alan to depart. Alan would have to quickly and efficiently calculate and communicate to verify the validity of the orders to the success of the operation.
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Re: Alan - Tidomann's Synthetic Whitelist Application
Tido is a really solid player, and has fantastic levels of RP. Additionally, he's put a colossal amount of effort in this app. +1
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Re: Alan - Tidomann's Synthetic Whitelist Application
Tidomann is a great player and really puts effort into pretty much everything he does. If anyone is deserving of a synth role, I think it's him.
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