>>1076995

You know she's the (cloned?) daughter of the lead scientist at that facility you were hired to clean out, right? Of course she's brilliant at analyzing, and calculating. The interesting thing is her erratic, weird angle shots. She is using your reflexes against you, but she's doing it in a very... spontaneous and creative way. Shows she has a high intuition, makes leaps of logic, and may have problems with coldly methodical persistence. If you used an unfair, dead simple strategy to defeat her repeatedly, she'd probably flip her lid.

The other interesting thing is how many drinks she's had. It's not just that she drinks a lot. She has the smallest body of anyone else in this group. How is she holding her liquor like that? Body size puts a hard limit on your alcohol tolerance, you were pretty sure at any rate.

Call Keimi a clone, see if it throws her off her game.

Accuse her of cheating. Haven't you learned anything about countering magic during your training?

>>1076995
well, be a good sport and tag out but then look to whoever is closest and mouth 'what the hell?'

spend a bit of time spectating

Keimi's liver-to-tiny-body ratio must be insane. Do a quick headmath check on how drunk she ought to be given her size vs number of drinks and alcohol content. She's not too old, so she couldn't have built up some kind of insane tolerance, right?

And lucky your ass! She's just good. Trick shots are a splendid way to score in air hockey. Shame skill-based games get increasingly out as folks get drunker, or you'd challenge her to some other game, like dance dance revolution.

Karaoke is traditionally the next step up in the loosening inhibitions drunk fun ladder, but I don't see any machines for that here. Maybe there's a bar nearby that allows it?

If not, challenge Keimi and Rikke and anyone else who wants to a shooting game-off, just to test how well your actual shooting skills translate. Probably the gang here have all played the few games around before, so should have some home ground advantage.

Puri 2023/11/10(Fri)02:44 No. 1076945 ID: 8e43d1
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Beneath the prism, Cookie's clothes change. Bows as dark as the midnight sky adorn the top of her ears, and she wears a wizard's robe that glitters with stars from the deepest reaches of space.

Cookie now possesses the power of fire, sourced from none other than the Big Bang, the birth of the universe. It is up to her to use these flames to cleanse and heal. With that in mind, how does she approach the monster? How will she save Marshal?

>>1076945
Well, first, experiment with your power. You have some mussels embedded in you, can you purge them with fire? Can you extinguish the flames at will?
Once you have a handle on it, engulf the main body of the monster. If the flames are harmless to friendly targets you may as well cover Marshall in them, but if the purging process is painful you might have to take it slow with him once you've gotten him separated from the monster.

So, you don't necessarily have fire as you understand it. You kay have some sort of incredibly hot and dense and fast moving and pressurized plasma, the makeup of which will depend on how long after the Big Bang you are making your draw. Or, since Magical Girl, you probably have something that is more conceptually associated with dense, hot, fast moving, uniform plasma. So, you know, if you throw a fire lance at someone (and it'd be a beam, cause pressure and speed and such), it isn't necessary a WMD with you at the epicenter. Though you probably COULD do that. Regardless, it's an amazing weapon that shoots hot not-even-a-gas-yet at things.

Anyway! Conceptual! This plasma is astoundingly pure in nature, since nothing that has had a chance to change or dilute it has yet had a chance to exist. So you could take the concept of purity to cleanse corruption or impurity that way. Further, this is also, conceptually, the initial act of creation, the Roar Of God, as it were. So you can link that concept to thec reation of things like a new, healthy body and soul and spirit where tainted parts had to be purified out.

Give birth to Marshall, just like the Big Bang gave birth to everything! He'll uh, he'll be fine.

So, something to keep in mind about the time right after the Big Bang is that the heat of it is way, way, wayyyyyy hotter than fire. So you know the main states of matter, in increasing level of heat? Solid, Liquid, Gas? And how there's one beyond that, Plasma. So Fire is generally hot gas, maybe with some plasma at the hottest parts, for the hottest fires. But there's a state BEYOND plasma, a FIFTH state of matter. It's called 'Quark-Gluon Plasma', and it's where not only are there no molecules (too hot!), not only do atoms get stripped of their electrons (too hot!), not only do the nuclei of atoms get split apart (too hot!), but the actual neutrons and protons (and their antimatter equivalents, antineutrons and antiprotons)... just melt. Leaving raw quarks and gluons and things of that scale. THIS is what is present in the first 0.000001 second of the Big Bang!

Arthur Seiles 2023/09/25(Mon)17:18 No. 1073232 ID: bffc02
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The necromancer talk certainly disturbs me, yet even worse is that... these people, this city, the country of Seftacra, they...
I think I'm going to be sick. My sight gets blurry with tears.
Grief.
You wouldn't understand, any of you, but...
Dragons *cannot* be harmed. It's fundamental in almost every culture, fundamental maybe even in the functions of this entire world, that dragons are one of the few species considered sacred and untouchable by ANY mortal affairs! After all the secrets they shared with us, after all the infrastructure they helped to build, after all the technological advancements they told us we could and helped us make, purely out of their own kindness, and this is how Seftacra and Aicet repaid them!?

Get back up. Damn you Arthur, focus!
And focus I do.

These necromancers also seem to be a problem. Anything occult is serious. Things like this can tear down any economy, no matter how strong it is. There's one job opportunity at least, and that would be helping the Aicet military in defending the city.
Back to the task at hand.

>>1072497
The... JOB BOARD is a physical object, something we'll have to find out here in the streets.
I say that we make things simple now. We find this JOB BOARD, gloss over the opportunities, and locate the Grander Brothers establishment. Then, the long day will be over at last.

>Dragons are sacred
I will not deny their part in building and maintaining your civilization, but has it ever occurred to you that idols who, supposedly out of good will, enforce the foundations of society may very well have their own selfish agenda? Just as they lifted you up, they could be holding you back, and you'd never know. Their untouchability means if any of them were corrupted by something, some twisted force beyond mortal comprehension or just decay from old age, they could make random citizens disappear and face no consequences.

As for the willingness to destroy society over paranoia, mortals are a stupid kind of people. Stupid powerful as well.

Necro's more important. It seems killing them is playing into their hands somehow. We need to scout out their operations, see if they're resurrecting after death.

Arthur Seiles 2023/11/04(Sat)13:38 No. 1076433 ID: bffc02
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>>1073390
Huh. I haven't pondered it much before, but it could be true. It *is* true. Oh, but whatever could we do against the politicians, the aristocrats, the elites? Nothing.
You feel a special kind of despair when you know that a battle can't be won in a satisfying way.
Dragons, out of their own kindness, fed societies the secrets they learned. They taught things that would have taken centuries or millennia to find out.
Some believe they can talk to whatever's beyond life. To the gods of whatever religion is true. To the embodied energy that made the universe.
Fundamentally, we're not allowed to know too much about the scaly beauties. They've told us everything they wanted to, everything they could. The rest of the information we want from them, the fabric of reality always seems to stop us from finding.

The necromancers, that's a new kind of thing to me. I've never heard of cults being so large that they can have an entire city quietly under siege. I'll keep a lookout, like everyone else.

At long last, the precious JOB BOARD is found. There's a bunch of job applications, news articles, and other miscellanea pinned to it.

"THE ●AICET GAZETTE:● ON THE 7TH
ANGELINA HAYES: WARMONGER OR NOT?

As all Seftacrans would know by now, Angelina Hayes is the last living sister to celebrity Ezra Hayes, and is the seventh council member and Seftacra representative of the elusive Omnescar security organization. Omnescar first began in 1499, founded to provide formidable machine-based military assistance to the ten countries it represents. When the 7th was appointed to the enclave in Seftacra, she started making her moves in Cicalse, now known to be the most technologically advanced city

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The reddest writing says "WE WILL KNOW" but I can't decipher the rest.

I'm curious about the clockwork greenery, but I think medical and military will be more serious paths.

Chocomaca 2023/10/25(Wed)11:56 No. 1075585 ID: d08101
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>>1075399
It's true we cannot evacuate the whole capital planet on board the titans, even big as they are, they are military ships not passenger cruise ships with billions of cabins. Although many would fit in to the corridors we would have no way to organize two things at the same time. A refugee ship and a military operation.

>>1075396
I have found out that the best tactic would be build many, maybe a dozen titan class ships and cluster them together firing every direction with size down from biggest capital ship weapons mounted on rotating turrets to the smaller, but still large point defence turrets and having fleets of heavy corvettes cling close to the hull of the titans, not leaving farther than 300 kilometers in case they are starting to nuke, so they can dodge under the powerful shields of the titans, but still defend against smaller shadow ships intending to avoid the big guns, which tear down every bigger ship that comes too close.

What went wrong in the earlier fleet composition was the main focus was on battleships and cruisers, while the smallest ships were quite undefined in fleet numbers and the titans were not emphasized. This is exactly what the enemy exploited.

>>1075585
Well let's start by budling up some shipyards and defenses around Sanaa and maybe look to hire some mercs to shore up the galaxy's in the short turn.

Then you should look into organizing the raid team...

Chocomaca 2023/10/28(Sat)06:58 No. 1075763 ID: 04e9a4
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>The planet lies abandoned, with its nightside infrastructure unlit as I view it from space.

>>1075763
Well that's not ominous at all. Better send down a team to check.

>>1075799
Before that try to hail the whoever is in charge of the planet to get a response.

I mean, if we can use as many gears as we like, then we could stack them horizontally into a staircase. Then baby can just crawl down.

Crush the marble with a pile of gears

>>1075512
SLAUGHER THE CHILD

Bribe the child with gears.

"Come down to the ground, child, We have gears for you!"

>>1075496

This, stack them as a staircase, or make the gears -- they can be any size, right?? -- into a pile like s pile of dirt or sand, such that the baby can crawl or roll down without hurting itself.

>>1073800
Fuck dude, we can just add more things with our godly powers, right?

Just spawn a billion dollars

Spawn Two Clown Masks

Suddenly, your ears burst infinite earwax.

Dunky2012 2023/10/24(Tue)16:13 No. 1075489 ID: 2f7f6e
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The rat reminds the plushie that Cabela’s only accepts cash or credit, neither of which they have, and the plushie can’t argue with that. A heist it is, then!

The first step of any good heist is planning and preparation. The rat decides to scout ahead while the plushie tries to find people to recruit. What kind of defenses does this Cabela’s have? Who will the plushie recruit for the team?

The defenses are ALL THE POLICE.
Fortunately, Cabela's is located right next to THE DONUT SHOP. As long as you get your ammo without triggering a SECURITY ALARM they will be far too busy to trouble you.

Recruits? Uh... rat? Plushie should recruit rat. Oh and cat. Plushie should definitely recruit cat. Are there any other characters in this quest who are not deadBORING?

The defenses are lasers, pressure detectors, biometric scanners, 24/7 security, and mechas. Lot of mechas. Cabelas dig mechas, you see. Fortunately, you can also recruit your own oven-mech to help you!

> -1hp
> goblin has fainted

yep that tracks

time to level up!

Swagger into the dungeon with panache.

Rotate him into the family guy death pose.

Enter donjon.

Before you enter, throw the gobling into the donjon first. That way you can be sure there aren't any traps in there.

Place him under the doorway, his son too be corpse will make a fine doorstop.

>>1073804
The frustration at not actually having had a real epic adventure happen is palpable. Maybe next time, Keimi!

(Aw, for real?)

>>1073806
Trying is just wasting time up until the point of failure, so never try.

>>1073812
Some tries are cool and good, tho. Not that one is ever obliged to keep at them just cuz of that, but value was had.

So thank you for the fun says I, and all the best onwards.

>>1067432
Stop her by assaulting her butt

>>1073804
It was going fine! Keep going!

aw cmon gnoll, he grabbed her nipple and everything. was it all for nathing

Well you do have that date with the administrator coming up so getting some nice clothes for that wouldn’t be a bad idea.

As for the party idea, if you can get yourself a grill and a good stereo you could have it in the form of a cookout, he’ll find a projector and you could us the side of your house as a tv for some movies or video games if you can grab a gaming console as well… and probably some folding chairs and a table as well.

Your house is small, but your garden is gigantic (enormous sinkhole aside).

Garden Party

>Goth Topic
Plunder store for Sick Drip, bring out your Inner Evil.

>Find a way to set fire to the goth topic.
...perhaps.

>Goth Topic.
Guffaw!

Maybe we should aproach the Sect. She seems sociable and fashion-oriented, might have a good idea on where to get furniture nd decorations for our house. Give a friendly wave to Latch as you pass by him.

>>1073505
Well, you probably want to make a few friends so you're not inviting a bunch of strangers. Try talking to the moth. You were thinking of taking up fishing, ask for tips!

Point at some strands of grass and think of good health.

kpwlt 2023/09/30(Sat)00:49 No. 1073605 ID: 127310
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>Wish for world peace.

You think of world peace and sincerely hope for it. The device's lights burn brighter, but nothing else happens.

>If that fails, focus on Morris and wish him to be well.

You reconstruct Morris in your mind and focus on his wellbeing. The device flashes, but nothing more happens.

>Point at some strands of grass and think of good health.

You hover your hand over some grass and wish for good health.
A few strands grow larger and turn orange. They waver slightly and seem to whisper to you. Something about not waking a dragon at the bottom of a well?

You're pretty sure dragons aren't real, anyway.

Aphrodite remarks, "Hmm, interesting." and doesn't seem to hear the voice of the grass.

>>1073605
Well we're not exactly trying to disrupt anything yet.

Aim at a different patch of grass and will it to wilt.

Yes, and maybe also for another patch to grow, to see if the same result happens again.

Point it at a patch of class and think of a dragon sleeping at the bottom of a well (not an awake one, of course).

Kill the past and focus on the future.

The past.

Don't feel discouraged from trying to interpret what's going on. Feel free to post your thoughts.

Kill the past and the present the future is the only thing that matters.

Kill the future! We must not forget the past!

Quick, fall down a staircase

Masturbate yourself awake.

Start falling, down is clearly at 90 degrees right now

do that fake falling thing

Look at yourself in the mirror and then spend 3 1/2 hours on the face editor only to wear a space helmet for the entire rest of the quest.

>>1068668
Also maybe you could try to convince Kellie to untie his hands by promising a novelty Armada shirt!

Suddenly remember Kelly's comment about neumonos "running away with the CA-" and put two and two together.

"Say, Kelly, I since we are about to leave and you are super busy anyway, you wouldn't mind me telling this fine folk here about your CAI, would you? They seem pretty willing to work with programmers from other companies, after all."

Get that vehicle here asap, hack the mainframe, and as a courtesy you might want to tell everybody to run.

find some programmer socks, they'll help you stay warm and focused. then do the magnet thing, quickly check for anything valuable and portable, and then think about warning the others.

also look for arm warmers and choker, gotta stay warm!

Xerin 2023/09/18(Mon)14:55 No. 1072624 ID: a1a7f4
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First, I must let my walls down. Losing composure in front of the Ambassador would not have been acceptable of course, but now we are alone. Acting as my ‘unguarded’ self in front of Silver is something I’ve had a lot of practice doing. Now, should I go with a slightly quivering lip or-

“Amazing. I’m being blessed with a social call.” Oh god, she’s starting already. “Did Martinet Gatezi go behind my back to do the requisite cajoling into visiting your mentor? Gatezi, remind me to give you a commendation for taking on such an onerous extra duty in your free time.”

“What? No- I mean, I am afraid not, Palin, I-” Mistake. I haven’t attuned the right mindset yet.

“Oh, are we back to a first name basis, Keeper Brass.” She gives a light snort. “So, what brings you from your cavern of tomes and dust, Caevaexerin?”

“It’s not dusty, it’s cleaned… nevermind.” Recalibrate. Get back on topic. “I have distressing news to inform you of, but first my martinets need assistance. They’ve been, well, affixed to the walls of my dwelling.”

“Injuries?” Gatezi asks in a clipped tone from behind me as Silver’s eyes narrow.

“I don’t think so, but they were still unconscious when I left. I came here immediately.”

“Were you followed?”

“No. The perpetrator left quickly so I-” Gatezi begins striding through the room before I finish my sentence and Silver lets out a long, deep sigh.

Xerin 2023/09/18(Mon)14:58 No. 1072627 ID: a1a7f4
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“Who did it? What were they after?” Gatezi asks as they pull a step stool and a dampened rag from a small closet and quickly use them to wet the etched eye above the door lintel. I can hear the swivel of the eyeball as their hand passes over it.

“Oh, I believe it was a toiler from… the mines.” I suppress a wince and Silver clicks her tongue. I continue regardless. “They had a message from the Mongers and… I don’t believe that is necessary, Martinet!”

Gatezi doesn’t even deign to glance in my direction as they bar the door.

“You’re wasting your breath. We are at Gatezi’s mercy until we are secure, I’m afraid.” Silver takes another sip from her glass. “Ward Four?”

“I sent her to my study. She knows where the panic room is inside, so she can hide there. However, I was hoping to return with your martinets now and help-“ I begin.

“Preceptor safety is paramount.” Gatezi interjects already next to the bookshelf. They tap their knuckles against it in a staccato pattern. Aonaz or some other guard must be behind it as a second later a grinding sound comes from it and the shelf begins sliding out of the way. “Once you’re properly defended, we will go recover your ward and guards.”

Silver stands up and gestures to me. “Help me straighten up before she finishes. If they have their way the office will still be a complete mess when we leave. You can explain the message while we clean.”

I personally wouldn’t call a table of glassware in an otherwise pristine office a mess, but I learned as a child that Silver’s aesthetic standards are the only ones that matter when she’s in the room. The snippiness I receive during her rare visits to my library are-

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Xerin 2023/09/18(Mon)14:59 No. 1072628 ID: a1a7f4
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>As for what to say, who to rat out.... the miners look like they could be most easily duped into hurting someone we don't like at a critical moment, since you are the only person in power who has ever shown them a modicum of sympathy. Of course, Four and your Martinets already saw Chast doing his mumbo jumbo and offering his terms. We will have to convince them that he and the miners are being used by the Mongers if we don't want to have their rebellion stamped out immediately. It would probably be best to present our evidence that the Mongers are up to no good, as they have enough forces that Silver will probably decide to employ caution rather than an all out assault.
I don’t have any evidence, but it’ll be trivial to lead Silver to think they were behind it. There’s more than enough bad blood that she’ll take it for granted. I explain the situation, that the Mongers have duped the toilers into delivering threats and I fear infected them with magic.

I might have attempted to keep the magic a secret, but my martinets would inform everyone once they are rescued regardless. Silver stays quiet as I lay it out, along with my insistence we find a peaceful solution before life is lost.

Behind the bookshelf a tunnel stretches into the bowels of the mountain. Once it’s open Gatezi wastes no time hurrying us along into it. However, at the last second Silver stops on the threshold.

“Caevaexerin. Do you think I am a fool?”

Use a preocuppied but understanding tone: "You... think armed conflict can't be avoided?"

If she means something else, something aimed at you, well... get angry. You are just a young little preceptor trying to help and she blames you instead. Play that up.

And uh... did you cast an Eye on Gazeti at some point? Casting a distracting illussion on our present company may be warranted soon, I feel.

Does she know you were dreading having to manage her insipid scheme? That's about the only thing related to Silver which you totally didn't act on, while some random monster conveniently removed your loose end's entire hand.

Does she know it's you who uh... totally didn't do any of that stuff?

Otherwise you've been nothing but genuine to her. Does she not believe your Martinets have been fused to the wall? That's what you wanted her help with, right? Does she think you're hiding the fact that the toilers are revolting, due to overzealous labor extraction on part of the mongers? Because I think she can see that from all the collapsed mines. She doesn't know you have an eye on her, does she?

>>1072204
>who to worship
The elderich may know how to build regular golems, but the fertility goddess WILL know what good boobs feel like. I bet her worship involves wild parties too, so company morale will be less of an issue even if the cleanups will be.

>>1072206
>Zelda feels bad for all the souls stuck on the banks of the river for all eternity because they can't pay the fare.
We can spare the budget. Have her fraternize with them too, in case we find anyone with expertise we'll need in the future. Then we have a favor, even if we need to spare any lawyers or auditors for whatever possible underworld bureaucracy awaits them.

There's also the recent Golem War going on. In fact, as deaths in war are often very unexpected, its' victims are more likely to not have the fare. They're bound to know something about we can use to our advantage, either to haggle or better inform the expedition. Especially if there's secrets. Or treasure. Or treasurible secrets.

oh both of them seem to have one half of what we need if only we could merge the two of them together then they would be perfect for us wait a moment cat wizard I remember an old ritual to merge to gods together it was mostly used by old gods when they can't solve there bickering but it should work for us to get the best of both worlds and it only cost us 10 gold to do what do you say boss

>>1072204
I say we go with Milmar as the other guy seems like a risky business partner (what with drowning his previous worshippers). Also I bet we could get Milmar to go along with a whole line of animated golem "marital aids" so long as we sold it to her as a sex positivity thing and that could open up future revenue streams to balance out those wikdlife donations she wants.

>>1072209
Actually, we should give them 26 gold. They're gonna need to be ferry'd back over when they leave.

>>1072287
Do we even need clay we could have milky godess curse/bless transmute her into a milk dragon probably

2/3 Marn 2023/08/27(Sun)21:45 No. 1071060 ID: f581d4
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Over your shoulder, Grayson groans.

“Brooks…” he sighs, burying his face in his hands. The other boys gather around.

“Nice,” says Max.

You move to the next photo.

3/3 Marn 2023/08/27(Sun)21:46 No. 1071061 ID: f581d4
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“Oh, that’s from–” Grayson begins.

“Spring break bash,” Hunter C. says. “I know those girls. That’s Faith. And the one with her hair in the high-pony is Kaci. She’s on the lax team and she’s strong as shit–you saw her do the keg stand, right Max?”

You look through several photos of the same setting and the same people in the same clothes. The photos become more blurry, showing the progression of the night.

“Does Brooks’s phone automatically upload to his computer or something?” Grayson mutters. “Why keep these?”

> Ask about the girls.
> Search another folder.
> Something else?

Ask about the girls while searching another folder

check for any signs of demonic influence in the pictures. anyone drawing weird sigils as the night goes on? who was your foolish human last seen with before he disappeared? and is the phone trackable?

take another look at that first photo. yknow just to be thorough

Actually I guess his bio only says he's "camp gay" which could refer to sexual orientation but might just describe his affectations.

Resist! Resiiiiist!

raise more kobolds for the revolution, get pregnant for progress!

You are not lubed up enough to take him yet and he is not wasted enough to dominate or consider having kobolds for kids. Stall until your coworker returns with the slime.

Having, and making, more kobold sympathizers among the other races doesn't sound half bad and could work for us in the long-term, but it's no explosion of kobolds.

>If you’re going to peg the prince, you need to become a goddess of sex! But how do you even start with that? Other than having more sex, that is…
You could start with a cucumber or eggplant. A good test is learn how to apply pressure without piercing the skin. Also good for stretching the internals down below, if you can't acquire a proper dildo.

For seduction or no, it's a good idea to start paying attention to the people above you. Learn the social structures and machinations on which your society runs, and learn what different folks are into along the way.

Screwing your way up the racial hierarchy is good practice for the prize at the top, as well.

>>1071526
Yeah no rhino kids with that huge dick kobold free to impregnate all the kobolds we can overthrow them

Mazzie 2023/09/04(Mon)15:03 No. 1071631 ID: 5ff2e7
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Luna glares at Charlie and growls, sick and tired of her disgusting attempts to degeneracy. "Don't mind her. She's just a friggin degenerate." Now the genet feels embarrassed for considering joining in the sexual deviance. Especially towards Luna who would have hated it.

Luna quickly grabs the genet by the shoulders and guides her away. Not exactly gently, but gentle enough. "But, uhh, hey, we can hang out sometime later. Get to properly introduce ourselves." This seems like a date. Just feels datey. "It's not a date," she quickly adds without a hint of panic. "This is just what college is for, you know. Getting to know people." All this and the genet hasn't even said a word.

Better she says it late than not at all. "Th-thank you… for collecting my things." She shuffles around awkwardly when Luna releases her and they stare silently at each other. "I'll be… nearby." It's quiet for a few more seconds until she remembers her coworker. "You'rereallyhot,okaybye," she dashes across the yard back to the building where her coworker is situated, most probably having a mental breakdown.

Mazzie 2023/09/04(Mon)15:03 No. 1071632 ID: 5ff2e7
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"Ah crap. Oh shit. Oh fuck!"

Why did you not aim for center mass?! You're supposed to tag her, not earn headshot points!

Well, sniper boy, the situation's gone FUBAR. You wanna keep your perfect record?

You go down there, pluck the protagonist pin out of the wrong character and put it on the right one yourself.

Switching the pins won't matter. You still missed the shot! Why did you miss the shot?!

Why do the two worlds have separate currencies anyway? Seems inconvenient for all involved tbh

Can I un-vote for fairy ring? An anti-vote? It sounds like a reeeeeeeally bad idea, especially as unprepared as you are.

As for the cash, you already spent what you could of it on rent and stuff. So it's effectively about as much worth as kindling to you at the moment.

Mental note: avoid big heists until you have some place to stash the loot.

A) Go to Lokkport, see if any tourist trap shops sells expensive collector stuff you could resell on the internet. Laundering!

Yeah, Lokkport seems like the safest option; if nothing magical turns up in your search, you can always fall back on buying some expensive assets you can convert back into laundered money (of any denomination) elsewhere.

Go to the fairy ring, frolic with fey!

rolled 17, 3, 8, 17, 3, 14, 19, 16, 18, 10, 6, 5, 5, 9, 20, 19, 5, 17, 11, 9 = 231

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>how many midnight stones were collected before the phase glove expired
Well, as many as I have time for probably. I'll use one to recharge my phase glove. Can we quickly find any buyers?

The slugman's stalk eyes open wider and droop closer to the watch's display as it emits one chirping ping after another.

>"...Hey Vorkruns? What's that timer for?"
"Oh no. Ohhh no no no no no...not now! I need one of you to lower me into the tunnel immediately! Ah, please. I have to leave!" Sepurcius scoots down to the elevator as fast as his snail foot can carry him. Gonna spend speed effort on this, whatever it takes.

rolled 10, 3, 15, 12, 2, 13, 17, 11, 19, 9, 19, 9, 8, 8, 7, 18, 5, 8, 10, 10 = 213

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>Who's carrying which cyphers at the end of the day
Alaiya is still carrying her level 3 Pressure Detonator, and has replaced her spent infiltrator with the level 5 Strength booster. Saharnya is carrying the level 6 Flash Detonator and the level 8 Metal Death. When he returned from the tunnels, Sepurcius was carrying the level 9 Reality Spike and level 4 Acidic Resonator and at least one midnight stone (but he might have chosen to swap around cyphers or pick up another since). The remaining embarrassment of riches includes the level 2 Sheen, level 5 Explosive Poison, level 5 Sonic Hole and level 6 Heat Nodule.

Saharnya seems interested in selling whatever's left over for iotum, which seems reasonable. Maybe wait until the nano's done attempting to recharge his phase glove- whether or not he succeeds determines if he has an open cypher slot or not.

>-Most of the papers in the master jeweler's wall safe are missing. There are some odd abrasions around the hinge, but it was definitely not opened since the last time those papers were seen, nor has the transdimensional dye marker been triggered. Anything with a wax seal or multiple sheets fastened together is still there.
Perhaps something flattened the sheets enough that they could slip out through the seams? But whatever method was used couldn't similarly compress wax or bindings. Did the guards notice anything?

>-Point source of that poison is less than ten miles outside town. Could cross-reference recent weather and medical records, triangulate the spot to within a few hundred yards, assuming it's stationary.
Seems worth doing! Can't work to track down the machines with a rampaging slug-beast in the tunnels today anyways.

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rolled 4, 3, 4 + 3 = 14

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Last night:
"Zzz... arf arf arf... zzz... arf arf awfo... awo... meow... zzz... meow... nya... meow... nya..."

>>1068147
> Did the guards notice anything?
>rolled 10, 3
Butler can say with confidence that none of the conventional workers had apparent means, nor significant opportunity. Living-wallpaper guard seems to have wandered off at some point.
>triangulate
>rolled 15
The stuff is insidious, and data is spotty in part because one of the main symptoms is 'unresponsiveness.' By the time Alaiya has it narrowed down to a particular outlying farm, there aren't many hours of daylight left.

>>1068139
>as many [midnight stones were collected] as I have time for
Sixteen, then.
>I'll use one to recharge my phase glove.
>rolled 17
The stone is successfully activated, but wisps of void matter writhe out of control.
>rolled 3

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rolled 7, 18, 11, 9, 13, 17, 15, 6, 13, 1, 8, 16, 3, 16, 14, 3, 6, 4, 6, 16 = 202

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Saharnya first greets her cousin - at least, she thinks this is one of her cousins. They haven't seen each other since she left the farm, but everyone in the clowder was on good terms with one another. It's all one big fuzzy blur.

Saharnya's course of action is to negotiate with the trade delegation, using her familial connection with Eliznyabeth and Alaiya's assistance, for the rental of the chainpods and the delegation's mercenaries, in exchange for a major share of any resources they might find on the expeditions. A 60-40 split seems appropriate.

[Persuasion: Intellect, 1 Eff-
"Yo!"
*glass shattering*
"...Reiko."
Saharnya is mildly horrified that Reiko showed up after half a year of being banished - suspended, as Reiko describes it - from House Youngmason. For the fourth or fifth time. Annoyance floods her synapses; Reiko is too valuable as an engineer to shoo away, but too weird and erratic to tolerate. Once again, Reiko tries to insert herself into her life as if nothing happened, and Saharnya knows that the moment Azure finds out she'll welcome Reiko back into the fold and all the peace and quiet she's had risking her life for the nobility for six months will be gone once again.
But Saharnya grips her shiny mattock and grins. She can pull rank over Reiko now.