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Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

Sorry about the lack of posts guys. I will try to post a little more often this coming week.

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

Fiddlesticks raised an eyebrow at this adorable little contraption @Hylozoist. An amused grin lit up his face. A robot asked about dating!? Fiddlesticks wasn't sure what surprised him more, that a robot asked about dating or that a robot asked Fiddlesticks in particular about dating. Fiddlesticks was a romantic, sure, but he didn't have the best luck with females. They either considered him adorable in a puppy dog kinda way or creepy in a skulltula kinda way. None have yet deemed him manly enough nor even stable enough for a relationship. But as the ancient ballad goes, love is a battlefield. Fiddlesticks fancied himself a romantic warrior poet on a quest to rescue his princess, whomever or whatever it may be. He was in no hurry though, for he was painfully shy around pretty girls. Fiddlesticks was perfectly content with ribs and adventures, for now. Nonetheless, he was intrigued by this unexpected question.

He had no idea that robots could have personality not even a sense of humour, let alone be curious of the ways of love. Perhaps, Fiddlesticks surmised, the robots and AI that are used in worlds outside of his home solar system were a whole lot more advanced. The system he grew up in was considered a backwater of the Galaxy. The boonies if you will. And so Fiddlesticks still had so much to get used to. So many wonders for him to discover and experience.

"What do I know about dating? Weeeellll" Fiddlesticks took a moment to ponder his answer. "I don't know what it's like between robots and AI but between humanoid beings, things get sweet but kinda icky, in a good way." Fiddlesticks blushed noticeably. He was quite innocent and a bit naive when it came to the ways of intimacy. Speaking of said topic made Fiddlesticks feel bashful. He felt especially bashful about discussing the mushy stuff with one of the most adorable little robots he had yet seen.

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

"Fiiiidlestiiiiicks, oh Fiiiiiiidlestiiiiiicks" cooed Vanessa.

She stood in the middle of a field of yellow tulips. Her light blue sun dress billowed playfully in the breeze. It matched the sunny clear blue sky. Her cute glasses glistened above her even cuter smile.

"Do you want some honey braised ribs Fiddlesticks?" Vanessa cooed again.

"Come to me Fiddlesticks" Vanessa beckoned.

Fiddlesticks approached her slowly. Vanessas coy smile teased accross her face. They stood close together, facing each other. Fiddlesticks gazed up at her. She gazed down at him. Her eyes fluttered slowly and suggestively.

All of a sudden, Fiddlesticks felt something poke his face repeatedly. The protubarance which poked him reached around from behind.

"Hey, wake up, hey, hey, hey!" demanded the metallic and squeaky high pitched voice.

Fiddlesticks turned around slowly, shaking in his boots. It belonged to one of the most terrifying creations in the galaxy, an arachnibot. It was a giant chrome coloured metallic tarantula the size of a buffalo. It eyes were glowing red.

"Aaaaahhhh!! Arachnibot!" screamed Fiddlesticks.

He flailed his limbs about, in a vain attempt to defend against dream monsters. Fiddlesticks batted some metallic device away then promptly fell off of his bed. He laid on the floor of his quarters in a tangle of bed sheets. The metallic device was also on the floor, right next to him. It was the ladybug cleaning bot with the woollen Christmas socks.

Fiddlesticks sat bolt upright then reached out to pick the cleaner bot up. He inspected it for any damages that may have occurred in their scuffle. Not a scratch was found. He then proceeded to shake it gently. He didn't hear any parts rattling around inside. Fiddlesticks breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't damaged at all. Still, he did feel a little guilty.

"What were you doing you crazy little thing?" Fiddlesticks asked of the ladybug cleaner bot, with a hint of adoration.

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

"Whirr click click beep beep b beep" sounded the small four legged robot. It crawled along the ceiling slowly and meticulously. The cleaning bot was the size of a football. It had the shape and colourisation of a red ladybug. Except that it's six legs were left uncoated. They were of slightly dusty stainless steel with what looked like black rubber pads on the bottom. No doubt the pads were used to grip on a variety of surfaces. Fiddlesticks surmised that some kind magnetism was involved. Probably the reason why he noticed that aboard the Quest for Flavour, everything was spotlessly clean except for the various computing equipment. A basic cleaning robot had the sense to avoid direct contact with such things as to not mess with their internal mechanisms with its magnetic feet. Fiddlesticks wasn't the cleanest person in the world but even he thought it of poor taste to not keep important computing equipment spotlessly clean. Needless to say, Fiddlesticks had a great liking and affinity for all things electronic. He found the two woollen socks that the ladybug cleaner bot wore on its two front legs rather fetching as well. They were dark red with green Christmas trees on them. Fiddlesticks liked anything Christmas themed in particular, for reasons that were unknown to him.

The basket of dirty laundry sat next to his bed in which he lay. For the life of him Fiddlesticks couldn't find the robotic maid anywhere. It seemed that the Quest for Flavour was a lot bigger and more labrynthian than it appeared on the outside. It was a miracle he found his room at all. Of course, Fiddlesticks being the new guy, they just had to stick him in this utility closet. There were boxes everywhere. It left Fiddlesticks with hardly any room to to act out his imaginary sword fights with imaginary space ninjas. A very important part of his daily routine. To top it all off, the light bulb was so dim, that he couldn't even read his favourite comics before bed.

Fiddlesticks sighed to himself. At least the dim light made it easier to sleep without the room being bathed in complete darkness. Fiddlesticks always slept with a night light on, it kept the bad memories at bay. He also appreciated how colourful his bedding was. That was something. Perhaps there was something amazing hidden in one of the many boxes that inhabit his quarters. Fiddlesticks quickly cast that thought out of his mind. Anything of value would've been found a long time ago. And so he decided to not search the boxes but to complain about them instead. The captain ignored Fiddlesticks when he asked it if they were ready to leave Hendersons Ribs. It seemed that Fiddlesticks still didn't know how to socialise with a swarm of bees. He thought that perhaps he would have to challenge the captain again. Fiddlesticks has been led astray by incompetent leaders before. Never again, he swore to himself all those years ago, never again.

Fiddlesticks then proceeded to doze off. May as well get some shut eye before the next mission, he thought to himself.

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

You are amazing @Hylozoist! Thank you so much! I know it can be tough to be a GM but it really shows when a GM gives a damn. I understand your point about the game Microscope but I thought that the SS Quest for Flavour should be very must mostly the GMs creation. It is our flagship after all. The vessel that will bear our hopes and dreams into the future. Thanks again! You really didn't have to, but I'm glad you did.

I've always wanted to go to London myself. It seems London has more culture in one square block than the entirety of my country of Australia.

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

Seeing as how Fiddlesticks is a new crew member @Hylozoist then, if it's not too much trouble, could you design it? Whatever's standard fare for new recruits. You really don't have to if you don't want to.

I'm really into cakes as well. Cakes and Chinese New Years celebrations. I would've enjoyed that hour long struggle myself. Now I'm hungry for cake.

Intergalactic Swedish meatballs. Do you dare uncover the truth?

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

Sorry but I still don't quite get it @Hylozoist. Do we describe the rooms ourselves the way @Valor did or will they be described to us by the GM? I'm totally fine with whatever you decide, as long as we get that trip to space IKEA you promised. I hope their Swedish meatballs are better than the ones we have here on Earth.

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

Fiddlesticks gleefully waded and dived through the ball pit. It was like swimming through a sea of colour. It was, but of coloured plastic. Whenever Fiddlesticks saw a ball pit, he just couldn't resist. He just had to dive in. No matter what the situation it may be, even during emergencies. This has gotten Fiddlesticks in some trouble before. But to be fair, it was the fault of the mule in the party hat. That damned mule, giving Fiddlesticks funny yet unsettling ideas about life, the universe, and everything. Alas, the tale of the ball pit and the mule in the party hat is a tale for another time. A time where inappropriate stories can be told without causing offence. Suffice it to say, Fiddlesticks has had a very surprising life. He is a very surprising creature after all.

Doing the breast stroke in a pit full of small plastic spheres is a lot easier than doing it in water, Fiddlesticks found. He fancied himself a Galactic Olympic athlete, if ball pit events were a part of the Galactic Olympics.
Fiddlesticks had many dreams, some of which didn't involve fried cheese. Being a Galactic Olympic athlete was one of them. He also wanted to eat Hendersons Ribs everyday. If he couldn't make the former come true, then the latter would have to do. Fiddlesticks was fine with that.

Ball pits always made Fiddlesticks reflect on his dreams. Nothing else did that. The nature of the ball pit itself, with its many colours, was a stark contrast to his childhood. Ball pits are colourful and fun, but the planet of Monochromia, is not. Fiddlesticks was glad he got away from that place when he did, but the memories of that planet still gave him the heebie jeebies. It was his experiences of growing up on a planet without colour that gave Fiddlesticks the phobia of any room, building, and environment, that was black and white alone. An area devoid of colour disturbed him. But that was all in the past. Fiddlesticks swore to himself that he was no longer his past. That didn't permanently dissipate his fear that it would catch up to him though. Catch up to him in the form of administrator Krampus. Fiddlesticks left Monochromia legally, so Krampus couldn't come after him. At least, he hoped he couldn't. Fiddlesticks had complete faith in the Hendersons Ribs corporation though, which allowed him to banish that concern from his mind whenever it arose. Ball pits helped too.

A basket of laundry sat next to the wall in the ball pit room. He remembered that he was supposed to give it to the robotic maid, but then he got distracted. Fiddlesticks thought to himself that he should probably get that done before he forgot, again. A few minutes more, he decided.

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

Fire away @Hylozoist

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

One question @Hylozoist. Do we design our own rooms on board the Quest for flavour or are they already designed? Also, should we wait for you to move things along if the some important player characters are no shows?