>>1118646
one million jumps is a long term goal. Perhaps at the end of the quest, we'll get a final count. Regardless, collapsing of exhaustion is rarely an effective way of achieving anything. Instead, what you need to do is apply that little brain of yours to the grindstone and think. How do you get up the tower?

Continue jumping until you learn how to fly.

say a prayer to the the jump god master of sweet hops

You only need to jump once! You just have to jump really really high!

Consume floor goo for jump fuel.

“Oh, and if wasn't clear, the votes that were cast will stay as they are (unless the individual changes them obviously).”

Feel like we somehow dodged a bullet by NOT making them a character here.

So if what I'm understanding here is correct. Us agreeing to make them a character would essentially nullify certain "immunities" to some things that they would otherwise have? That context changes things for me.

Personally I NEVER expected to get straight answers out of them so this really changes nothing.

I'll go with B.

>>1118750
My only motivation to vote was to preserve them as an existence.
As such, both options offerered now seem to facilitate that equally.
So, that being true, i would switch to an abstain.

However, i am wondering about something.
They are the facilitator of our connection to tanna and our ability to speak.
If they were their own character, would they be bound to an area near tanna at all times or would they be capable of wandering a little?
I am guessing our pov would roam with the conduit should this be the case.
What im essentially asking is would full characterhood effectively turn lil whisper into an almost-but-not-quite-familiar with the boons and banes such status confers?

It would be an existence already codified in rules of this reality for them to adopt and less at odds with the nature of the world.

>>1118749
>>1118750
Eeesh, what a drama queen.. in yellow.
Really nice phone set up, you two have got, though!

Fine, let us allow the little godling a chance to shine with all it's drawbacks. Absolute theater.

Changing my vote to A.

Hmm. I'm honestly a little more worried for their safety than the vulnerability to us/Tanna it presents. But if they want to be a character, that must mean they are confident that they won't be at too much risk, or be too much risk for us either.

I think it'll be fine, and... they're cute. I wanna do something nice for them.

A.

2/4 Cross 2025/12/07(Sun)17:01 No. 1118693 ID: f37aca
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He backs up a little, clutching the camera tightly as a brief siren sounds.
The bridge extends outwards, a dull mechanical clatter that manages to exceed the sound of the rushing rivers. It groans, as if not having been used in a long time.
It takes a minute for it to fully extend outwards, before it seems to lock into place at the other end.

“Ok! Now… I just… have to go across. Hrm.”
The bridge resembles a fine grate, presumably so that its less easy to snap when the river overflows while its extended. But without hand-railings, it only makes it look more precarious.

You can see the camera bob up and down as Davey makes his way across the bridge, and faintly, hear him breathe a sigh of relief once he’s over.

“There we go… hopefully I don’t have to make that journey too many more times.”
Finally, Davey moves towards the next tunnel, clicking on his flashlight again.

3/4 Cross 2025/12/07(Sun)17:02 No. 1118694 ID: f37aca
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For a while, it’s quiet. Just Davey walking as the sounds of echoing water fades away into the background. The rough-hewn stone cave resembles a mine, with occasional supports keeping it safe for passage.
But, interestingly… another light can be seen at the other end of the tunnel.

A fresh burst of static seems to interrupt your signal, just before he exits the dark.

“--or-y–”

He pauses for a moment, then realizing you didn’t say anything in response, flips the camera to face him for a moment.
The camera jolts - a dull thwap as he slaps his hands against the camera’s side.

“I guess the connection’s getting worse… I don’t know why.”

“But —- if you — still see what’s happe—-, this place…

Another slap or two.

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4/4 Cross 2025/12/07(Sun)17:02 No. 1118695 ID: f37aca
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For a moment, it isn’t clear what exactly Davey’s doing with the camera, as he rummages around in his supplies. Then - you notice that the camera’s being placed atop Davey’s gear like a makeshift tripod.

Then - you watch him run.
Far from the quiet little mouse who simply wanted to play games and pass the time with a stranger, Davey scurries through the wield, cheerfully exclaiming like a child in an amusement park.


“Whew! Sorry…. I think I… tired myself out a bit…”

He flops down into the grass. For a second, you worry that he may have passed out, but then he sits up, his ears twitching.

“I’ve heard about these kind of caves before… they’re used to farm produce for the rich folks in the Undercity! But I think this one didn’t get used because of all of the water problems. The flora growing here are primarily hardy, weedlike plants for a reason.”


He points off into the distance towards the edge of the cave.

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Wish him luck, and tell him you'll be looking for a way to get back in contact later. Because you want to hear all about the success he'll be having with his plants.

Hold on!

Don't rush and call attention to yourself just yet! That could an unsavory element taking advantage of the chaos to operate in the tunnels. Make sure you check who is there before letting them you are there.

If all goes well, I wish and thank you for sharing in on an adventure.

This is, you are in the belly of the beast. Be quiet, scout out your area, and not just the floor, look at the ceiling. Proceed onward with caution. The whole situation feels like the calm before the storm, and when that happens, be sure to have an umbrella ready.

Retreat. Cut the losses. There is no sense piling risk upon risk in an attempt to play rescuers. Traveling through the most dangerous room of the house in order to engage in battle is not a part of our mission today. It's worth more to return intact yourselves, with the knowledge you've gained and your abilities still at the disposal of everyone in the shed. This passage to the dining room floor may yet prove useful for transit or eavesdropping, but only if you can report on its availability, and be alive to use it in the future.

Nalthar 2025/12/07(Sun)23:29 No. 1118707 ID: fd169b
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Weighing up the risks you decide to go for it. The others said they had hunted fungos in here, so it can't be that dangerous, right?

Lisel leaves some of her vials and bottles in a corner for later retrieval, so that her pockets won't rattle.

Once you are all up she casts the lantern light across the floor. Long brittle strips of fallen plaster lie in patches, ready to snap underfoot. It gets more abundant closer towards the table, and you notice the holes in the floor do too. This makes sense as the fungos would have started their feasting on any food left out, before chewing on the cloth and then wood. You would expect the holes to be most numerous under the table, where the tablecloth would make a more enclosed space, which fungos like.

Along the edge of the table you note some plates and glasses are perilously close. The cloth bunches on the floor like the whole thing had been pulled. Perhaps in whatever event has left several of the chairs knocked over.

Your options for direction would seem to be either:
Skirt the wall headed south with no visible entrance to the underfloor
Follow the wall going east to go around the table
Or going to the table to look on or under it

There's probably like a billion spiders under that table. Head south.

Follow the wall going east to go around the table

2/2 Buckwheat 2025/12/07(Sun)10:57 No. 1118681 ID: b6ea64
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Lana: “Oh shit, Kaari your drivers license.”

Kaari: “What about- oh no.”

Lana: “What are you going to tell them when they run a background check on you, and find out about your little drag racing stunt?”

Kaari: “I-oh Lana why’d you have to bring that up!”

I am so screwed. I still have another week and a half until I can even start the process of getting my license back. They’re going to find out about it and then I’m not going to get the job, and I’m going to have to be stuck at the bar or jobless!

I-there’s has to be something I could do or say? I can’t just give up!

Be forthright and say you can’t drive. Find the one among them who’s the oldest and most experienced. They’re usually the most forgiving.

To at least get your foot in the door, perhaps try applying for a job here that doesn't require driving. Then, once you get your license after half a year to a year, then you can try asking for a different position. This will also help you get a lay of the land working here.

Maybe firewatching could be one example. you can check the area for any signs of smoke from a fire lookout tower, then radio somebody to check it out. Yeah, a boring job, but won't be for long until you get your license back, and you can start asking for a delivery service job. Plus, it puts you in a position to get to look around the area.

alternatively, you can also try janitorial work. keep the park clean!

>>1118681
Dont need a drivers license for a bike.
Maybe a motorised one, but notpedal.

Mind you, thats probably not the real issue.
>>1118683
Agreed.
Better to reveal than it be uncovered like you were hiding something.
A mistake like that is a mark against you, but your actions with the sap thieves strike me as a more accurate measure of your character. both the confrontation then maybe even figuring out their den would mitigate a mistake youve grown beyond.
Even for the suggested firewatch option, there'd still be a chance of background check.

We all have our little transgressions. No one lives who doesn't break some law, whether they get caught or not. As long as you aren't evasive about it you should be fine.

So say that you are in the process of re-earning your license, and if they ask then say what happened and that it was a mistake you regret.

Absurdity DeVoid 2025/12/07(Sun)03:12 No. 1118659 ID: 62c8a2
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A) Yes, I am ready.

B) No, I am not.

C) Can you tell me more about the regions?

>>1118659
A) Yeah, sure, let's start.

C)

C. tell us about the regions so we can get an idea of what each area wants to trade for. After that, we'll be ready.

The Consort can have many lovers, including non people. Offer to share. In time maybe this nonperson can become a half person.

>>1117406
Roll

Start moaning loudly. Maybe that will make him go easy on you. Or it can make things get worse, who can say, but it can't hurt to try. At this point, what do you have to lose?

attempt to explain that there's been a misunderstanding and that Iagn has clearly claimed you both, before he chokes you to death

Submit to his demands.

>>1118500
That's a lot of good info about Timelines. Good that we learned Nehm already knew our power before we tried lying about it. But we can still hide our intent.

Open up a hand and make a small flower grow out of the palm, but make it warp slightly when it's done growing to seem like we don't have perfect control. Offer her the flower as a gift.

"Control the universe? It's scary to think how much damage a power like that could do to someone. I think I'll stick to changing my own body for now. It feels... easier to focus on, I guess."

If she thinks we're afraid to use our power on anyone else, she won't suspect us of using invisible wisps of barely-tangible force to brush up against her sensitive spots. Get her worked up slowly until she's tempted to break her own self-imposed rules.

>>1118540
Yes, a tour definitely sounds like a good idea. But before we go out, ask about some way to hide our gem glow. The excuse is that we want to keep our powers secret ftom the public so we don't attract the attention of any stronger Timelines. The real reason is so that she thinks she has a secret of ours that gives her some slight bit of control over us.

>>1118544
Well, what I'm waiting for is a chance to get her drunk. Then we can really go wild with her and she won't know to blame us. And then after she wakes up, we can confront her about things she may or may not have done to us whi

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>>1118551
This one!!! This one really gets it!!! This one knows the plan! I commend this one thoroughly~

I think we should be more simplistic in our strategy, since she has a simple personality. Just enforce mind-blowing orgasms every time she does something evil (usually by accident or in the heat of a stressful moment) and lightly but unsatisfactorily please her when she does something good. Keep a gradient of rewards, give her a choice.

Get her addiction to mix into her thought process and the rest will work itself out.

She doesn't have any rebellious impulses, so the stick won't work this time, and that works in our favor. If we punish her, that's a weakness in our thread of deception, one that an adventurer can pull to send our whole scheme crashing down. We need to be her friend at all times.

>>1118591
kome did you forget we dont have ANY mind powers?

>>1118596
These aren't mind powers, this is simple positive reinforcement. Those pleasure centers are quite physical.

>>1118489
What's with that long shadow?

Use moment of quiet to kiss wife.

>>1118489
It is eerily quiet.
Are the shops that should be open at this time still busy or have they closed up?

Maybe saunter with a little more purpose, but not too quickly.
Not just for the baby.
Ma and da get precious little time to themselves and a period where there'll be less is coming.
Let da and ma hold hands and walk together.
A "just them" moment of closeness.

Oh...

No....

Ma, Da, go near the most respectable-looking person you can see in the sidewalk.

Stay in the light.

Watch your footing so you don't fall down.

And above all.

Far above all.

Protect the baby.

I think that strange fellow Doedi mentioned earlier is tailing the two of you. Best pick up the pace or get by someone else.

rolled 18, 9, 14, 10, 6, 2, 6, 19, 19, 10, 20, 2, 15, 7, 11, 13, 17, 13, 19, 7 = 237

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Cricket hesitantly tests the chameleon cloak- seems like it detects thoughts in some way, rather than relying on visuals, but more test data couldn't hurt.

Also... can we see if it can tell the difference between a mimic and a normal object? Applying a level of intellect effort to see if we can successfully test that.

JamesLeng 2025/12/03(Wed)20:41 No. 1118415 ID: 5f5c2b
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rolled 86 = 86

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>>1118401
>rolled 18
>trained in stealth
>trained in understanding numenera
Cricket casually strolls down the gangplank to a point directly underneath the ship's hatch, occasionally kicking a five-gallon clear synth barrel full of angry mimic so that it continues rolling on ahead of her, being careful to think only of the present and the next single step. So far so good, no response from the spotlight. Now for the tricky part.
>chameleon cloak eases sneaking and hiding by two steps
>rolled 9
Silver wings unfold and Cricket flies straight up, pointedly staring at the floor as it recedes under her feet. Something moves in her peripheral vision - from all sides at once, panic-flinch of "surprised, surrounded, where am I going?" disrupting her concentration, spotlight starts to flicker on... but she's already through, inside the ship.

Entry hall is almost as organically curvilinear as the outside. Roughly trapezoidal, two stories high. About as wide as a small palace or two basketball courts awkwardly wedged together. Circular patterns on the floor seem to imply the central hatch could be made to open up MUCH wider, if necessary, and some of those fixtures on the ceiling vaguely resemble what Paprika and Natalina said about the shrine where they found Milaconi's Cousin.

There are four other visible exits, all on the second floor, which otherwise seemingly consists only of two relatively small balconies or stair landings. A recessed track across the ceiling leads from the sole door on the narrow wall, to the middle door on the wider side.

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rolled 7, 9, 20, 3, 5, 10, 9, 9, 17, 12, 2, 5, 8, 1, 11, 11, 16, 4, 13, 15 = 187

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>Well if it's already happened once
"Fifth time. No, what really worries me is if Saharnya makes good on her promise to ensure my banishment. I like Saharnya, so I'm not going to drag her down. I have to rise up alongside her, prove I'm not expendable to the company."

>Sounds like this princess really likes you, at least.
"...Yes. That is literally the point I was trying to make. I'm gonna be blunt: I don't expect we'll get married, but I'm shooting for a spot in her future harem."

>Cricket was a princess
"Wait what? Is that what - wait, where'd she go? Again?"

"I wonder..."
An eye that stops the one thing that it stares at.
A room full of mimics.
An artifact that's too tempting to the mimics to resist mimicking.
And an anti-gravity plate to climb the ladder.

Reiko lets her ears twitch mindlessly as a plan comes together. By the time she's ready, another clutch of mimics have amassed into a stack on top of the Mechanic.

Reiko's plan is simple: Order the mimics to move (in a silly, David O'Reilly's Everything kind of way) in a spaced line formation towards the big juicy saucer. (Make sure the Mechanic artifact doesn't get taken along for the ride, that would be expensive.) Observe the effects, see if the ship escalates its response or is forced to stall each mimic one at a time.

rolled 1, 8, 18, 19, 15, 13, 11, 8, 2, 8, 1, 12, 2, 6, 2, 5, 8, 19, 16, 3 = 177

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>>1118415
>About as wide as a small palace or two basketball courts awkwardly wedged together
Cricket Moon has frame of reference for at least one of those comparisons.

>There are four other visible exits, all on the second floor
Alright, time to put her Jack skills to use. Sneak in first, disarm the traps, unlock the castle gates, and let down the drawbridge. Lets try the entrance that seems to go towards whatever she guesses the "bridge" is, try and shut down the grav beams first. If she can't find any obvious controls to let the others on up, work clockwise through the rest of the openings until she can find something useful to do.

Lets say 3 levels of Intellect and Speed Effort (Intellect for disarming and figuring out the controls, speed for if that goes wrong). That should cost me 4 int and 6 speed, putting me at 13/11/12. Ha, funny that.

rolled 9, 3, 19, 11, 12, 6, 9, 4, 2, 11, 12, 16, 6, 14, 11, 6, 10, 12, 16, 12 = 201

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>>1118309
>Paprika successfully crosses about four-fifths of the horizontal distance before that spotlight catches and pins her.
>Her Speed pool is down to zero, though, meaning she's impaired
Natalina sighs in relief when the spotlights make no effort to prevent Paprika's return, not stranding the arkus where the rest of the ground can't reach. "Are you all right? You're looking winded there."

>>1118340
>Natalina figures out that the conundary is deliberately teasing to get a rise out of her
Well, understandable, if they're bored and hungry up here. (Of course that's how one of Paprika's friends reacts).

>>1118415
>cricket is goat
"I'm not sure if applauding would be the correct response? That was impressive, but it feels somehow inappropriate to express appreciation for stealth with noisemaking."

>>1118459

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Bruh.

>>1118315
You must be 18 years or older to use this website.

I'm 31

And you've never learned how forums work? Sage your posts if you're going to reply to a thread that hasn't seen an update since August. You don't need to announce a name change when your ID hasn't changed. Also nobody cares.

Fair point

Kacey Pink 2025/12/01(Mon)21:45 No. 1118260 ID: 0172d1
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The work was about on par with what I was used to at the Cornerclub, there was just a lot of it. Chopping lumber and learning that there were two stocks of wood to pay attention to, was different. There was one kind of “junk” wood meant to burn and turn the other “good” wood into charcoal. Damp heaps of hay and thawed soil mixed together was used to create a kind of barrier to bake the wood into charcoal.

I focused my time, after chopping all the wood, on casting the flames spell to speed up the burning. I double checked the markings from my tome, and there were a few smudges I needed to adjust. I’d worked up a sweat, but there was still a cool pool of energy within me, and I was ready to test myself with this new spell.

My magicka ran with the symbols, not the ink, and it seemed to feed itself as much as I fed it. It was a wilder bit of magic. It took off as soon as I opened my mind to the spell. When I focused on the runes on my hand and arm, they began to glow. I tried to control the flow of magicka, like a stream from a water skin, but it wasn’t anything like water. It fell out of me like a torrent, and it was hot. It burned my hands and cascaded out across the hay in a great gout. I felt it trickle back, like fire seeking the bottom of an oil wick. It burned me good, but I pushed back against it. If I pushed all of my magicka out, the fire could burn down fast enough. Eventually though, I learned to keep the fire forwards. To not let it control me, but to force it into a ball with my energy.

I could feel it wobble back out of control when I slacked in my focus. I wiped sweat from my brow and it singed me and burned the bottom of my sleeve to soot instantly. I found that I didn’t have to focus on turning the magicka to flames. It was burning as soon as it reached the surface of my skin. I had to focus to keep the fire from forming inside my own skin after that. That’s how it happened, how my father blew him

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Kacey Pink 2025/12/01(Mon)21:46 No. 1118261 ID: 0172d1
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I raised my arm to cast again without thinking. I was tired, but I still had the symbols in my mind. When I focused on them, the smeared ink and gaps in the marks glowed as if they were still fully drawn out. I wasn’t casting without runes. I could create them with my own magicka. The tome mentioned that this was something I should practice, a basic element of all spellcraft that came from the alteration school. Rune summoning, or channeling magicka into glowing patterns, would help me to memorize the spell’s inner arithmetic, but I had no idea I could do it at all. It reminded me of my visions of my spell. The flames spell flowed through me again, but this time I knew better how to control the flow.

A steady unbroken stream of flames spread across the lumber burning it down to charcoal. Keeping it going wasn’t hard now, at least when I didn’t worry too hard about it. I practiced pulling the flow of magicka shut. The flames sputtered to a stop, and the magicka warmed in my arm. It burned. It felt like a hot steam rolled under my muscles and threatened to bubble my flesh off in clear running boils. It raced through me. Along streams inside my hands, into rivers under my veins, and then into lakes within my torso. The pain finally ceased. My whole arm, up to my shoulder blade, was covered in aching pins and needles.

I struggled to catch my breath, clenching the aching inside my hands. That was where it hurt the most, not just from the burns. There was no way I could call upon this suddenly or while in danger, but I controlled it. For at least a few minutes, I had complete control over fire. Lod watched me for a time, and then he clicked his tankard to mine. I had held it this whole time and simply forgot it existed. I took another deep swig of my tea and stared at the burning piles.

This new spell was at my command, mostly. I’d far from mastered it, but I could call upon it. And the work had come to me so naturally,

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Kacey Pink 2025/12/01(Mon)21:46 No. 1118262 ID: 0172d1
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Kill him. The old man. Kill him and deny Mora his play things.
It would please me to see that prying eye gouged away.
If he was given wisdom from that sloppy, bile page it can be extracted with your spellcraft.
If you listen now, weakling, you might earn my favor.

>>1118262
I feel like we're more likely to seek Namira's favor. Sorry Bal. Also it's a bit early for us to start murdering. Although... it *would* open up the possibility of joining the Dark Brotherhood... No, still too early. We need to at least master the basic fire spell first.

Plus if we extracted knowledge as suggested, we'd have a zombie standing around like that skeleton from before. We'd either leave it standing and risk someone finding it and knowing for certain that a *murderous* necromancer is nearby, or destroy it ourselves.


Write a first draft of that letter tonight. You'll be able to keep it close to your chest, and tomorrow you can polish it up to get it ready for delivery.

There must be some less conspicuous bones around to practice on. Mice or small birds. And while you look for those you can organize the letter in your head.

Oken 2025/11/29(Sat)17:27 No. 1118123 ID: 0d1c28
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I see the way they look at me, like there's something wrong at my core.
What is a boiler, am I whatever that is?

I can't calm down, maybe I can't trust them, but I have to try. and if I'm wrong I'll just kill them.
I speak to Fuze, I think he used to be my friend, let's pretend he still is."I guess it's not really that I don't trust you, it's that I can't strop thinking about mint. Did I kill Mint or did I just vaporize a shell and the real Geragine Mint died a long time ago."

Fuze doesn't seem to want to talk about Mint "I... I wasn't there, but Mint seemed very ill."

I tell it like it is "Well I'm sick too now, Dr. Yeli told me it was called Binder's Lash"

Fuze seems to ponder this for a moment "Binder's Lash... that's a form of psychic feedback, I didn't think it was contagious. I believe it fades with time, Have you tried resting?"

Of course he would give me as little as Yeli, Doctors are all the same. "Yeah, it didn't help. enough about me though, can you give me a sit-rep? who's in control? how many hostiles?"

Oken 2025/11/29(Sat)17:32 No. 1118125 ID: 0d1c28
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Fuze hesitates and looks at the robot "Prince is in control, after Aim-Lock went off line he was able to deactivate all other robots, as far as we can tell Pary-Zegh is the last hostile on board the ship, but we don't know where she is."

"If you feel I'm still a risk, I can be shut down as well" Prince adds

I'd like to shut him down, but maybe later first I need more info "Hm, how much damage has been dealt to Ecliptor Alta"

Fuze takes a deep breath and gives his explanation "most of the damage has been done to personnel, given the casualties and all the robot shutdowns the ship has a skeleton crew at best potential operating power at 30% with almost none of those crew members at stations in effect operations are at 10% of optimum. "

That isn't good, I ask my next question "Where is the ship now?"

Fuze answers this question "The ship is still floating over that Solar colony, we've been here for about twelve hours, eventually somebody off ship is going to notice how crippled we are up here."

"Why hasn't anyone moved the ship?" I ask

Fuze sighs"Other than the bridge crew being wiped out? well normally prince could move it but apparently Ecliptor Alta is some kind of special proto-type, only Commander Flek really knows how it works" he keeps looking to Prince who doesn't correct him.

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Get Oken to that bridge, and see if someone can get in contact with the commander. Moving the ship out of danger comes first, so if they can't make it back thats just too bad

>>1118125
Alright then. After you've recovered, you can try to find some trustworthy backup to escort you to the bridge. Who does Fuze trust?

>>1118125
Well, it fits.
You are ace pilot oken.
Your destiny is found at a control panel and amongst the stars.
Got to feel nice knowing youll be doing what you live for again evennif the circumstance is a desperate one.

Get the bot to chart a best, safe route to the bridge taking into consideration structural damage blocking routes and danger zones.
Good to have an updated layout to work with.

Yes, you're batshit insane, and I think you know what you should do next. Look into the mirror and start spiraling :D

>>1117969
If you were, you probably wouldnt have the self awareness left to question your sanity.
So.
Were in your head, but that doesnt mean we arent real.
Actually. I dont think were IN in your head. More squatting on the surface.
I mean, we see surface thoughts but nothing deeper.
Like your name.
Say, what is your name?

You don't seem that insane to me. You display an healthy amount of skepticism and thinking you're going mad is a very reasonable thing to do in your current situation. Neither of those things will be of much help to you, of course, because this is actually real.

Anyway, since you don't look like you're going to be able to go back to sleep, you should take a quick look in a mirror. If you don't live alone, I also advise putting on a shirt afterward.

Yes.
Hunt down the others.

>>1117969
no you still have your mind, instead you're just possessed. As for proof, look at your chest.

It means you've been chosen, for what you might ask well let me tell you...
...
...
...
I have no idea.

>>1116248
Yes!
Flex!
Remain shirtless at all times.
Èveryone gets a season ticket to the gunshow.

A name...
John doe works. Its probably his real name.
But if he wants to be extra manly he needs something dripping with testosterone.
Buck punchmeat!
Chad liftlots!
Crunch fizzlebeef!
Rip Manmeat!
Dirk thickrod!

Make him gay. Women feel more secure and confiding in men that don't lust after them.


Or give him a lot of money. It's the 17th or 18th century. Women can't get a job, they'll have to marry him if they want to eat.

Hire a prostitute and ruin her.

give him a nice comforting warm manly huggle uwu

Boast up those MANLY ANTLERS. Ladies love a strong deer with a large rack.

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It's a dried husk of a... what's it called, a ray? Unfinished patterns of yellow and blue curves cross much of its body.
The sight saddens me, but I don't know why.

"A guardian. Our own. Guard of the grovewaters. Now a guard of spirits. Of iascull trees. Of Lutricalia."
"Sacred paints provided by your family. Sigils of protection. Thank you."

"Oh, uh, you're welcome."


Awkward silence.

Should I... ask her about something?

Duh! Ask her to go out with you to Lutricalia!

Ask about what she's drawing, what the imagery means. Take an interest in what she does

See if she can't tell you more about her paintings, might be a good way to learn more about her.

>>1116954
She's an albino. No pigment in her fur, thus it's white. Lack of pigment in the eyes allows the color of blood to show through, thus the pink color.

Ask her if she's thought of going to the Lutricalia festival.

>>1116518
>She has to milk Moriko
Already being done by golems.

>feed that to Reisarf
That can wait.

>and finish testing potions
You're mostly done with that! What's left? 1x Potion of Stone Mist, 2x Alien Form, 1x Rock Eater, 2x Potions of Condensed Activity, 1x Heavy Chest
I thought we used Alien Form twice already? Did we have four? Anyway you can try giving one to Reisarf later, and the other... you could drink it! Also I guess you can see how Rock Eater would work if Alkaline drank it. Will her amorphous form allow her to freely eat rocks without choking ever?
As for Stone Mist... you could hand that over to Hin at some point? See if it affects her smithing.

>grab Alkaline's bra and boobs
Nah, she won, concede defeat on that task.

>get back the swimsuit so Reisarf can look at it while Stargazer is wearing it
I think Reisarf is fine looking at you without it.

>bounce on Moriko's boobs
Too dangerous. Keep away from her for now.

>wash Reisarf's boobs
That you can do now!

Just split half of Moriko’s enlarging touch potion with Reisarf and then go touch each other. A lot.

Potion testing is complete for now. You must bounce on those boobs, it’s your last chance!

flail at Alkaline with your weird limbs until she gives your top back

>>1116518
Collect milk with Reisarf

>>1116352
Ah, that's a guy. So, looks like ex-boyfriend, or former friend, but they split up and our target has resorted to stalking. This kinda seems like something we should tell the psychic. Even if our GHOST persona doesn't understand romance, we could at least mention the room full of photos as a potential route for a scare.

How far away from the building can we go? The guy in the photos is nearby, so it'd be useful to spy on them for a bit to learn about them and thus get better context for photo haunting.

>>1116356
Ah, if it's only these locations... Wait, who is Mapa exactly? Let's go say hi, check the storage closet.

the front office probably has tenant records to spy on

>>1116359
I like these ideas

Snooping through front office sounds like a good idea, then we can go say hi to Mapa~

Why does the tip feel more like a threat, yeah the ghost can't be hurt but we have living friends. As for the destination just follow your heart.

>>1116181
Huh. Kinda looks like he knew he was gonna get got, and bribed someone for the proper paperwork while we were busy with the doppleganger trial. That, or he doesn't keep the papers on him at all times and had to call his base to have them delivered. ...well, nothing we can do about that I guess. At least now he's got papers, and we can just hope he doesn't do anything sinister with the Well's dopplegangers and other weirdness.

>>1116182
Yes! Drinks! Tell the Minister about the weird stuff you saw in the well. The rabbit, the fake Erica, the Engelkind... Actually, doesn't he still want to investigate?
Presumably the wrong feeling has gone away now? ...shouldn't it have stayed longer than expected, since we were still partied with dopplegangers after not-Erica was captured?

As for what drink, just get the usual. (nobody can tell what it is exactly and you dodge questions about what's in it)

Ask the minister what precautions he'll be taking next time he continues his investigation.

get the drink that comes in an opaque bottle

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>Kinda looks like he knew he was gonna get got, and bribed someone for the proper paperwork while we were busy with the doppleganger trial.

It’s very odd. You might tell someone about it when you’re back at work. But probably best not to get bogged down in it tonight.

>Presumably the wrong feeling has gone away now?

The streets are fairly empty tonight, so the odd feeling persists until you make it to the pub and see the relatively reserved bustle of people drinking and chatting.

>As for what drink, just get the usual. (nobody can tell what it is exactly and you dodge questions about what's in it)
>get the drink that comes in an opaque bottle

You get the usual. It comes in an opaque bottle.

MARY: “What have you got there, Miller?.”
MILLER: “Oh, you know, the usual.”

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alls well that ends well

thanks for the good story

And justice was done!

Oooh a cabinet. Brett opens it and a plastic skeleton falls out.

oh shit he's gonna figure it out
quick turn off the light and slam the door.

>>1116036
Theres two now...
The spiders are gathering.
Those lil bastards are planning something

A real skeleton falls out of the cabinet.
You find an scrawled dairy with him, made from papers he pulled from his backpack, telling how he was a nerdy senior highschooler who spent a lot of time researching local legends while his schoolmates partied the summer away and then found out about the monster...just in time to see his schoolmates get slaughtered and then hid in the closet, safe but unable to get out, so he wrote this warning in the dark.

>>1116038
Yeah, cut him off from the light!