A little gadgetry, to get things moving.

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"so.." he asked in a rather a choked up and croaky voice "..who wants one?

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South was mildly unsure about accepting a weapon that could turn into such improbable things, but under the circumstances, probability seemed like the least of his concerns. He was standing on a beach on a seven star holiday resort after falling from through time, in his bathrobe with near strangers discussing the danger of an ancient time queen and an apparent need for the food down in the resorts lower levels, all of which were likely to be filled with the strange and deadly fantasies of a demented hologram. Yep. Well, he thought, right now I only have a towel, and stepped forward, raising his hand. “I'll take one.” He said happily, eliciting a chirp from his satchel where Reggie had taken sanctuary, “Can't be worse than a towel.”
“Don't knock the towel, dude.” said Phil as he handed him a weapon. MP nodded in solemn agreement.

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"Cool like ya think ya could help us on our most excellent adventure?
The pink creature gave him a thumbs up with a cute smile.
It wasn't long before Eve caved in and got her weapon with the Auto Mixer 3000 as she debated on what to turn it into as she watched her husband talking to the little video game character off to the side.

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South looked at MACO GELF, and held his own Auto Mixer 3000, laying it in the sand before shifting the gray cylinder and thinking of what he'd would like to use as a reasonable weapon. The first thought that came to mind was 'Sonic Blaster', and like magic the cylinder shifted it's molecular structure and Snickt! Sonic blaster. He was surprised his mind hadn't wandered after seeing the snake and pink-ball-creature. He half expected to armed with a banana or—Snickt!--a banana. Well, he thought, this will take some concentration.

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“Why can’t you, like, just turn off all of the heinous traps that Tara set? The people on this beach have to be, like, the smartest people left in the universe or something.” Jaxx said, scratching his head and looking at the scientists around him.
“It’s a fair point. What do you think guys?” Jade said, adding her own gaze to the newer people, and the existing familiar science bodies.
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“Well,” said South, trying to maintain concentration on 'Sonic Blaster' while talking, “I'm no expert but it sounds like it would work in theory. Though I'm sure she'd know more about that.”
He nodded in the direction of Cassandra. “She seems to be the one most qualified to speak on computers at any rate.”
Cassandra looked at him for a moment, but South was already preoccupied trying to keep his 'Blaster' from changing into something green and wiggly. “It's an option,” she said, “provided the control systems are easily accessible and not tucked away near the stasis tanks.”
“Well I don't know about the tech aspect,” South started, tucking his new weapon into his bathrobe, “but I might be able to help out a bit with a distraction.”
“How so?” asked Jay. “Well, In my quarters, the big metal thing over there...” he gestured in the direction of his landing, “I have a few 120th century DNA replicators. We'd use them for scanning samples, then upload then project a virtual copy of the target in real time with body heat, chemical readings, all the good stuff. Can't touch anything, but excellent little gadgets if you want to study something that doesn't want you getting close to it. Might fool a security system too.”
They were intrigued. “What the projection range?”
“About twenty feet, give or take depending on the conditions. Generally their a one time use, scan something and that's all it'll be able to project, exactly in the same state as it was when it was scanned.”
“So if we're drunk, and you scan us drunk, it'll project us drunk? Every time?
“Chemically drunk, yes, but the projection should mimic your moments naturally. That is if the weren't damaged in the crash. Won't know until we start using them.”
“Like total recall.” said Phil smiling at one of his customers. “Sorry?” asked the good Doctor. “Go ahead and get them,” said Jay, “We could use anything that might help.”
South scratched the back of his head. “I think I'd like to change into something a bit less drafty while I'm there, maybe collect some of my things. Before we head off to your ship, anyways.”
“Better grab what you need now, we might have to make a quick exit. Don't take to long.” Jay said as though he wanted to make it an order. “Yes sir.” South said, almost with an air of sarcasm before smiling an heading off towards his room.

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South had changed into some brown cargo pants, pathogen proof boots, a thick button shirt and a sports blazer with more pockets than any normal would feel they needed. He quickly took an large empty duffel bag from his closet and opened the locker, sifting through it and neatly storing the contents of each level in the duffel. Many of them were small historical items, irreplaceable by his account. One or two were specimens, and finally another third of the bag he filled with technology from the 120th century. Little gadgets of various uses, many of them made with a hardlight matrix to make them multipurpose. Finally, reached the DNA replicators. Two dozen shiny metal orbs with an eye on one side which served as a multidimensional lens. The bag was already nearly full and had just enough room for him to put the a change of clothes inside it.
Next, he took down a back pack from above the closet. Into this he put the rest of his belongings; his clothes, his data pad, a few holo-pads from his night stand and various other miscellany, like his favorite suit. And he trudged around his bed in the darkness, lit only by the finger sized torch in his hand, (surprisingly bright, with a wide area of effect), his foot caught on something on the floor. His microscope. He bent down and picked it up. Examining it in his light, he saw something that made his heart sink; it was totaled. The shaft was bent, the reflector was destroyed, the lens gone, the paint chipped—entirely not salvageable. He was only glad he had found the pocket watch in working order.
As he continued to stare blankly at the smashed instrument in his hand, someone knocked on the outside, peeking in through the open door. “Hey, you ready with those DNA replicators?” the voice coming from a large furry head in the door. South was still thinking about his microscope. “Hey, you all right?”
DR. South inhaled sharply and carelessly tossed the thing over his shoulder. “Yeah.” he said, suddenly changing into to a smile and scooping up his bags. “Let's go!” he said, tossing the towel around the back of his neck.

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OOC- I miss this :) any more ideas for combating the bowels of the resort? I can't wait to see what we come up with. I wonder where this is going to go?
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