Ed Pastry 2009/06/19(Fri)05:47 No. 970 ID: 35cea2
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They enter the back room. In the corner is a pair of squishy bean bag chairs, and a flat TV with a videogame console sits against the wall.

The Oracle greets them.

"Ello gentleman and lady, what can I do for you this fine evening?"
Simon answers.
"We were hoping you would be able to answer some of our questions. We don't have much on us so maybe you could accept one of our items?"
"Ah, you are down on your luck I see."
"You could say that."
"Do not worry, I am not a greedy man. What is your offer.?"
"Well, we have this big heavy book..."
"Not a big fan of reading I am afraid."
Slater makes the next offer.
"We have this rather large tin of oil, Sir."
"Hmm... that is a bit more useful to me, but I recieve free oil changes anyhow. Besides, I will tell you that you WILL need it later."
Io sighs and pulls out her box of belongings. She searches through the pile of clothes and photos until she pulls out a silver pen.
"This pen was given to me when I was elected Director of the Astronomical Studies Society. I really don't use it at all."
"Oh my, how lovely. I'll take it."
The Oracle takes the pen and stows it under one of the bean bags.
"I'll try to answer any questions you answer me, but I am afraid I cannot acquire knowledge that is too specific and I don't guarantee the answers I give will make sense out of context. I don't want to spoil the game!"

Is there.. any limit to the questions we can ask?

No limit, but don't expect anything but the most vague answers.

Well vague answers are better then no answers.

Who's trying to kill us? And Why?

How can we stop the end of the world?

Where (save here) will we find help in this town?

>>970
"Armageddon is coming, how do we stop it? Also, people attacked us this morning, can you divine who or why?"

Ed Pastry 2009/06/19(Fri)17:54 No. 985 ID: 35cea2
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"Armageddon is coming-"
"Yes it is."
"How do we stop it?"
"I see that the answer awaits you somewhere in Mahbuht. I also can see a black dot, and a banana peel."
"Well that was helpful."
"It will make sense in time my friend, any more questions?"
"Yeah, we were attacked this morning-"
"Indeed you have."
"Who is it and why are they trying to kill us?"
"I believe it has something to do with the world ending. I can see an image of a fish in a hat."
"I wonder what that could mean."
"Actually, that is one thing I do know for sure. The fish in a hat is the symbol of an organization known as the Dokdokdokdokdok."
"Wat."
"I learned this from a client from the other side of the world. The Dokdokdokdokdok is a secret police force from the distant city of Weeya-Bhu. They are meant to only protect the city from danger."
"What could they possibly want with me?"
"No idea."
"Okay then, how about another question?"
"Ask away."
"Aside from you, is there anyone else in Clockburgh that can offer us help?"
"I see a corrupt politician."
"Well that is interesting. Thank you."
"Any more questions?"

"What sort of dangers will we face in the swamp and caves on the way to Mahbuht?"

>>985

Will I ever feel the touch of a lover's hand?

What does it feel like to hold a Cremate in your arms?

Ed Pastry 2009/06/20(Sat)06:25 No. 1034 ID: 35cea2
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"What sort of dangers will we face in the swamp and caves on the way to Mahbuht?"
"I can't tell from certain, the images are very blurry. Just stay on your toes."
"Will I ever feel the touch of a lover's hand?"
"Maybe."
"What does it feel like to hold a Cremate in your arms?"
"Like burning to death."

>>1034
How can we get more food?

Ed Pastry 2009/06/20(Sat)15:21 No. 1075 ID: 35cea2
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"How can we get more food?"
"You buy it from a store, silly!"
"Small problem though. We have no money."
"That IS a problem. I forsee that it would do you well to fix it."

"Can we go now?"

Ed Pastry 2009/06/20(Sat)18:18 No. 1133 ID: 35cea2
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Io seems to grow a little impatient with these silly questions.
"I think we've heard enough, thank you very much for your help."
"Not a problem. Happy to help, if you think of any more problems come back and ask me."
"We will, thank you."

They leave the Oracle's home. Slater turns to Simon.
"Where to now Sir?"
Io responds
"Hopefully somewhere we can get a good night's rest. Im tired."

>>1133

Isn't this Slater's hometown? Doesn't he have a family here or something?

If Clockworks have family, of course.

>>1134
What a rude thing to say! Of course they have family. Ask Slater if we can hide at his parent's house.

Ed Pastry 2009/06/20(Sat)19:29 No. 1145 ID: 35cea2
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"Slater, do you think we could stay at your parent's home?"
"Y... you mean my father's house?! Sir my father is... er, I am don't think... er, I am not on good terms with my father."
"Please Slater, we have to sleep somewhere. I am sure we can work this out."
"If you say so Sir. Ohhhhh..."

For context, the Mechmen (more commonly referred to as Clockwork) people are created, not born. It is a process that only other Clockwork minds can even begin to comprehend. The process of making a Clockwork child takes up to a year of extremely hard work. When fully made, the Clockwork will slowly grow by consuming small parts and having their bizzare metabolism integrate those parts into their body until they are fully grown. Due to the effort a Clockwork 'Parent' puts in to their 'Child' (and possibly due to a bit of meddling from Sculptor himself), the ties in Clockwork families are usually very strong.


Usually.

Ed Pastry 2009/06/20(Sat)19:48 No. 1149 ID: 35cea2
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The party arrives at the Slater Residence. All the lights are off. Io rings the doorbell. Almost immediately Slater starts talking.

"Well it seems that nobody is home what a shame well Sir I suppose we just have to-"
"Stop it this instant! What is wrong with you Slater?"
"Sir, my father has a very poor opinion of me ever since I decided to be a butler. He thinks that I am a 'slave'. He HATES me Sir!"
"Well it looks like we will have to make your father see reason then! I will have to tell him that you are a handsomely paid professional of many skills."
"But... I don't think he will listen and-"
"Slater, you will have to solve your problems with your father at one point. Might as well start now."

Io rings the doorbell again. The light in the bedroom turns on and a string of curses emanates from the building.

Slater starts trembling.

>>1149
Give Slater a reassuring pat on the back.

Ride Slater like a m-NO!

NO!

No! Focus! Okay!

Knock on the door, but have Slater be the one to introduce you. We don't want to seem like we're his master and he can't speak for himself or anything like that. Let Slater take the lead, but step in to break up awkward silences and defend Slater if he's put on the defensive.

Ed Pastry 2009/06/21(Sun)08:15 No. 1245 ID: 35cea2
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Simon gives Slater a reassuriung pat on the back. Slater feels a little better. The door opens.
"God damnit! It's past midnight, don't you people have a sense of- Samuel?"
"Father! Er, um-"
"What are you doing back here? Who are those two?"
"Er, this is my employer, Simon Betelgeuse. This is his reseach director, Io Adhara. We were wondering uh... um-"
Simon decides to step in
"We are travelling on a research trip, but unfortunately we had lost all of our money thanks to highwaymen. We we're wondering if you would be so kind as to shelter us for a night until we get our bearings."
"Hrmphf."
Slater's father motions the party to enter the living room.

Ed Pastry 2009/06/21(Sun)08:16 No. 1246 ID: 35cea2
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"So I see you are still working as a cleaning lady, Sam."
"Father, I am a professional. Being a butler is as respectable a job as-"
"Ha! That story again is it? You don't know how much you dissapointed me you dropped out of Chapterstone College. An education at the world's most prestigious military academy, and you threw it away to be someone's bootlick."
Sam gets pretty miffed.
"Is that fatherly love then? Sending your only son off to rot in a boot camp? I'll tell you that I never wasted a damn thing by leaving that tyrannical hell-hole! I am no mere servant Father, I am a mechanic, a guardsman, a doctor, an adventurer!"
"Can't pull the wool over my eyes son. No matter how you try to decorate it, I can see what you really are. Some man's slave."
This doesn't look good. Simon should probably say something to defend his friend. Io is feeling a little uncomfortable and excuses herself to the restroom. For 20 minutes.

How is a butler more a slave than a soldier? A butler can disobey and lose his job at most. A soldier gets tossed in prison or worse.

"Slater is my friend, not my slave. Just because he works for me doesn't mean I don't treat him like a person."

"It's not like I STEAL MEN'S SOULS AND MAKE THEM MY SLAVES!"

I'll have you know sir that Slater is exemplary manservant. My manor has never been so tidy and tightly run before your son came to work for me. Why even my underwear feel snug and pristine. I always tought they went "clunk" when you drop em.

And I hear his peers agree. Always the center of attention at the gentleclocks club, what was it, the flaming cog? Very popular your son, always in demand. It's a miracle I can keep his services with the competition.

>>1254

I am also proud to call him a friend. Why just last week we had fun by riding him like a mechanical bull. Fun. Next time we need to oil the cogs, such noises he was making. But not a word of complaint. Such a gentlecog.

Ed Pastry 2009/06/21(Sun)15:12 No. 1256 ID: 35cea2
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"Now wait just a moment Mr. Slater! Why do you insist that being a butler is like being a slave? A butler has more freedom than a soldier for sure, if the employer asks something of a butler that the he disagrees with, the butler can just leave. A soldier has no such liberty."
"Are you insinuating that it is better to be a butler than a soldier?! That is ridiculous, a soldier is someone who serves his nation with his life, a butler is just tidies up after one person!"
"Why can't you understand that Sam has a real job? He isn't a butler because he feels like he needs to follow someone around, he is one becasue it is a respectable proffession. I have never seen Sam as my servant, I see him as my best friend."
Mr. Slater sighs. Perhaps he feels a little defeated? Sam Slater looks visibly touched.
"Fine, whatever you say. It's late and I don't feel like arguing. The guest rooms are down the hall and to the right. I'm going to bed."

To the guest room! If Slater asks if we were serious, tell him "Of course I was. You've always been better than Roger, and I don't know anyone else!"

To the guest room it is!... it might be wise to setup 'watches' over night.

If the murders manage to follow you, there's not much stopping them from killing in your sleep

Ed Pastry 2009/06/22(Mon)07:34 No. 1297 ID: 35cea2
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Everyone goes off to bed. The party takes turn watching during the night. It appears their assailants do not know where they are yet.

Ed Pastry 2009/06/22(Mon)07:36 No. 1298 ID: 35cea2
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Morning comes.

Back to the Living Room to see the others and decide the course of action.

>>1298

Make the bed.

Ed Pastry 2009/06/22(Mon)15:49 No. 1308 ID: 35cea2
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Being the polite man that he is, Simon makes the bed before leaving his room.

Ed Pastry 2009/06/22(Mon)15:55 No. 1309 ID: 35cea2
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Simon heads into the living room. It appears that everyone else but Mr. Slater is awake. He can hear him snoring and clanking down the hall.

Sam Slater: "I just wanted to thank you for sticking your neck out for me yesterday, Sir."
Simon: "Not a problem. You ARE my best friend after all."
Sam: "Well, I suppose we all should be heading off now."
Io: "First of all we are going to need to get some money so we can get food and supplies. And this time I will choose the rations. Goddamn I am tired of biscuits and bacon!"
Simon: "Tired of biscuits and bacon!? Is that even POSSIBLE?"

In spite of the director's heresy, you do need more provisions.

Do we know any ways to get money in a relative hurry? Did you have some back home hidden away? We might need to risk a sneaky trip back. Surely you have some means of paying Slater. Do you make use of a bank?

>>1337
I agree with this man. To the bank!

>>1339
Well, it was a pretty 1337 post.

>Do we know any ways to get money in a relative hurry?
Simon can't think of any right now. Besides, solving puzzle shit is YOUR job!
>Did you have some back home hidden away?
No, aside from spare change, Betelgeuse Manor is devoid of cash. And the Director has nothing else valuble in her personal box, unless she decides to sell her underwear.
>Surely you have some means of paying Slater.
Dad Slater or butler Slater?
>Do you make use of a bank?
Unfortunately, banks (along with guns, the internal combustion engine and assorted other things) have not been invented in this setting.

>>1343
>Dad Slater or butler Slater?
Butler Slater. You called him "a handsomely paid professional," so that means you pay him, which means you have or at least had some access to money, unless some other person or organization pays him on your behalf.

>1344

Simon usually gets irregular pay for his research, but he spends a lot of it on maintenance and paying Slater. Simon thinks about this for a bit...

Simon: "Hey Slater, what do you do all the money I pay you?"
Slater: "I spend some of it on my personal items, but most I have to use to repay all the money I have borrowed from people over the years. Before you Sir, I wasn't able to get a well paying job so I was forced to borrow a substantial sum."
Simon:"Hmm... I was thinking to borrow some from you Slater, but it seems that we have to think of another source of cash."

Enough. We have delayed the obvious course of action for far too long.

CONSTRUCT A DOOMSDAY WARNING SANDWICH BOARD.

With it we can obtain donations to assist our worthy cause.

>>1343
Well, I guess it's time for the director to sell her undergarments.

>>1348
I am a fan of this idea. It can be constructed using one side of our Bacon Box, since we will be out of food as of this next day, and written in oil, if we can't mooch a marker off of Papa Slater.

Ed Pastry 2009/06/23(Tue)07:58 No. 1383 ID: 35cea2
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Io: "So how much money did you manage to get."
Simon: "Absolutely none."
Io: "Crap."
Simon: "Looks like we will have to resort to Plan B. We are going to need your underwear."

Ed Pastry 2009/06/23(Tue)07:59 No. 1384 ID: 35cea2
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Io: "..."
Simon: "Nevermind. Your panties probably wouldn't be worth that much anyways."

>>1384
Ouch. Start shouting about the doomsday, see if you can get people to pay you to shut up.

Does the party posses any particular special skills beyond those of astronomy and butlery?

See if there's any Perfectly Legitimate Individuals around town who need any work done.

>>1386

As fun as running around shouting "REPENT! REPENT FOR THE END IS NIGH!" is, it has already been established that it won't do us any good.

>>1388

Not really. None of them ever figured they would need to resort to adventuring.

>>1391

Maybe. Who was that the Oracle mentioned? Hmm...

>>1402

Oh yeah! We gotta find that Perfectly Legitimate Politician!

Ed Pastry 2009/06/23(Tue)21:03 No. 1430 ID: 35cea2
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The party arrives at the entrance of Town Hall

Ed Pastry 2009/06/23(Tue)21:05 No. 1431 ID: 35cea2
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They enter the building. It smells like wasted money and lies.

>>1431

Ask to see the Perfectly Legitimate Politician about some Perfectly Legitimate Business.

Advise him that the world will be ending shortly, and ask that he dedicate some money to prevent this, as preventing the destruction of the city is in his interests as a Perfectly Legitimate Politician, and the city is part of the world.

>>1443
I think even mentioning the apocalypse here is a good enough reason for them to just bounce us right the fuck out of town. From what I've understood in my tired and exhausted haze reading through this is that we know that the world is about to be destroyed by an elder god but have no idea how to stop it. We should LOOK for CLUES. Explain to the receptionist that we are astrologers and that we are tracking strange lunar activity. Ask him if there has been anything out of the ordinary lately?

Ed Pastry 2009/06/26(Fri)19:01 No. 1536 ID: 35cea2
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Receptionist: "May I help you sir?"
Simon: "Yes actually. You see we're astronomers studying strange lunar activity. We would like to talk to whoever is in charge here."
Receptionist: "Strange lunar activity. Right, whatever. The mayor's office is all the way down the right hallway, but he says he's 'busy' right now."
Simon: "Is there anyone else I can talk to?"
Receptionist: "Well, there is Tweed Tammany, who is going to run for mayor in the next election. Down the hall, fourth door to the left."
Simon: "Thank you."

Io whispers to Slater during the conversation:
"I wonder what help we could possibly get from a politician."
Slater: "I suppose we will just have to see Ma'am."

Visit Tweed Tammany.

Ed Pastry 2009/06/27(Sat)11:29 No. 1570 ID: 35cea2
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Simon knocks on Tweed's office door. A raspy bass voice answers.

"Come on in."

The party files into Tweed's office. A huge Clockwork sits at the desk, smoking a vile smelling cigar.

Tweed: "So, how can I help you?"
Io: "We were told that you can help us with our money problem."
Tweed: "Hmm... maybe. I'll let you know, though, that I don't hand out free money. You'd have to help me with a bit of a problem first."
Simon: "That's reasonable. What's the job?"
Tweed: "You see, I am running for mayor of this city because I care about it. I want to make Clockburgh prosperous. The current mayor, Chester Watergate, is just holding his position for his own personal gain."
Slater: "Oh dear, how terrible."
Tweed: "Yes. I need someone to prove that Watergate is a conniving bastard."
Simon: "How do you suggest we go about doing this?"
Tweed: "That's your job. But I suppose I can lend you this camera and recording device to help. So, you fellas up for it?"

>>1570

Agree to help him.

>>1570
Hmm. How expensive do the camera and the recorder look?

Ed Pastry 2009/06/27(Sat)19:38 No. 1577 ID: 35cea2
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>>1571

Simon: "Sure."
Tweed: "Alright then. Pleasure doing buisness with you."

They leave Tweed's office.

>>1573

Not very expensive at all.

>>1577

Take a peek in the window of the 'busy' mayor's office. Maybe he's screwing his secretary or something.

Ed Pastry 2009/06/27(Sat)20:25 No. 1579 ID: 35cea2
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They sneak by the receptionist's desk and go to the Mayor's office. Simon kneels over to look inside the keyhole.

Io: "So what's he doing?"
Simon: "Just regular Mayor stuff. Singing papers and such."
Io: "Oh."

Ed Pastry 2009/06/27(Sat)20:26 No. 1580 ID: 35cea2
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Simon: "Hahaha, I'm just kidding. He is actually fucking his secretary!"

Ed Pastry 2009/06/27(Sat)20:29 No. 1581 ID: 35cea2
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Simon: "Hot damn would you look at that!"
Io: "Oh gosh."
Slater: "Wait, that makes no sense! Clockworks don't have sex, none of us even feel sexual attraction at all!"
Simon: "No idea, but damn would you look at them go!"

Have Slater look through the keyhole and offer some rational explanation of what the goddamn is going on.

Totally called it.

Take pictures! And see if you can record any sound too from behind that door.

Maybe he's just murdering her.

Ed Pastry 2009/06/28(Sun)15:11 No. 1586 ID: 35cea2
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Slater bends over to look in the keyhole.

Slater: "Goodness! I've never seen any Clockworks do this before."

Simon: "It's a mystery we will solve later. Right now, it's PICTURE TIME!"
Io: "Hold on, doesn't this seem a little weird to you?"
Simon: "Yes."
Slater: "Very yes."
Io: "No, what I mean is, don't you think it is a pretty big coincidence that we stumble upon the mayor doing this RIGHT just after Tweed told us to spy on him."
Simon: "Well, what do you propose we do then?"

Barge in and demand an explanation for this foolishness.

>>1587
taking pictures

>>1587
Sounds like a plan, barge in and at the least see what they do.

Ed Pastry 2009/06/29(Mon)08:54 No. 1609 ID: 35cea2
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Simon barges into the room.

Simon: "Ha, gotcha Mr. Watergate!"

Ed Pastry 2009/06/29(Mon)08:56 No. 1610 ID: 35cea2
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It soon becomes evident that they have been tricked however. There was a small television displaying an edited clip of the Mayor engaging in debauchery.

Ed Pastry 2009/06/29(Mon)09:00 No. 1611 ID: 35cea2
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And the Mayor is unconscious.

Simon: "Well, I didn't expect that."
Io: "Ha, I knew something didn't seem right."

Slater looks at the sleeping Mayor
Slater: "It appears that Mr. Watergate drunk himself unconscious. There's old oil cans everwhere."

This looks picture worthy!

Wake up and explain the meaning of this folly.

>>1613
He manufactured a scandal because he's sick and tired of politics.

>>1611

Rifle through his desk while he's down for the count. Maybe there's something incriminating in there.

Take a few pictures. That way you can truthfully tell Tammany that you spied on him.

Then wake him up.

Ed Pastry 2009/06/29(Mon)17:03 No. 1652 ID: 35cea2
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Simon searches through the desks. Nothing interesting nor especially incriminating, just a few office supplies and a report that the Mayor had apparently doodled on.

Ed Pastry 2009/06/29(Mon)17:04 No. 1653 ID: 35cea2
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Simon decides that maybe this is some of the incriminating evidence that Tweed wanted. Io takes a few pictures.

Ed Pastry 2009/06/29(Mon)17:10 No. 1654 ID: 35cea2
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Simon: "Wakey wakey Mr. Watergate. We have got quite a few questions for you."
The Mayor groans a bit and promptly falls back to sleep. After some prodding he finally opens his eyes.
Watergate: "Urgh. What a night..."
Simon: "I'll say! Its past noon already. Anyways, we have a few questions for you, if you wouldn't mind answering them."
Watergate: "No I wouldn't. I'm having a killer hangover, so if you wouldn't mind talking to me... errghh."

It doesn't look like the Mayor will be willing talking with a pounding headache.

>>1654

Give him some oil. "Hair of the dog that bit you."

Ed Pastry 2009/06/29(Mon)21:30 No. 1665 ID: 35cea2
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Slater takes out the larger oil can he had in his inventory and refills one of the smaller oil cans. He then offers it to the Mayor.

Slater: "Here you go Sir, a little hair of the dog."

The Mayor pours the liquid into his, uh... chest.

Watergate: "Merciful Sculptor, this stuff is bloody awful! What the hell is it?!"
Slater: "This isn't actually drinking oil. We use it to grease door hinges."
Watergate: "Ergh. I will regret this later, but for now, I feel a bit better. Alright, now I believe one of you had some questions for me."

>>1665
show him the television

>>1665

Also ask him for money/potential job opportunities (for money).

Keep silent about your involvement with Tweed, for now.

Ed Pastry 2009/06/30(Tue)15:29 No. 1697 ID: 35cea2
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Simon: "First, I think you should see this."

Simon walks over and and picks up the televison to show it to the Mayor.

Simon: "We found this behind the keyhole in your door."
Watergate: "What the hell? Is that supposed to be me? What a horrible edit, that guy doesn't even look like me, and everyone know Clockworks don't feel sex anyways."
Simon: "We think someone is trying to get you removed from your office."
Watergate: "It must be Tweed! The cheating bastard just wants to be the mayor for his own greedy purposes."
Simon: "What a shame."
Watergate: "I have to find out a way to show everyone what a rotten scumbag that guy is!"
Simon: "Maybe we can help you with that. You see, we are broke and we were hoping to get some work from you."
Watergate: "Hmm. Maybe you could do something for me. Spy on him for and see if you can find proof he is doing something illegal."
Simon: "Any tips?"
Watergate: "He probably has some financial reports and such inside his desk. I bet if I search through them I can find evidence of some illegal activity there."
Simon: "Alright, sounds good."

>>1697

Demand the top hat for Slater also.

Say something along the lines of:

"For the record, we have evidence that a terrible disaster will hit in thirty days. It's a shame the only way to fund an expedition to try and stop it is by doing jobs around town..."

What a jerk.

We need to figure out how to betray BOTH of these guys for profit.

Ed Pastry 2009/07/01(Wed)20:49 No. 1998 ID: 35cea2
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(repostan because I am a moron)

Simon: "Can we get the top hat as a reward also?"
Watergate: "No, this is an ancient hat, passed down for generations in my family. It is absolutely priceless!"
Simon: "Really?"
Watergate: "Of course not! It's my hat though and I'm keeping it."
Simon: "Fine. I suppose we better get to work then. It's a shame that we have to resort to odd jobs when the entire world is in peril."
Watergate: "I don't care. Just do your job."

>>1996
>>1998

Hmm... We should find a way to lure Tweed out of his office, and find those incriminative documents. Then we sell the pictures of the Mayor drunk to Tweed and the documents to the Mayor.

Ed Pastry 2009/07/05(Sun)14:00 No. 2468 ID: 35cea2
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The End is temporarily discontinued. It will resume at some point in the future. Maybe.

At this time I'd like to thank the people who bothered posting suggestions in this Quest. Stay awesome, guys.

Suggestion 2009/07/05(Sun)14:25 No. 2483 ID: e92f50
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>>2468

Awww, no, man. Why?

>>2483

Simply put: Lack of confidence in my own abilities.

But worry not, I suspect I will cease brooding and wallowing in self-pity some time later. Maybe.

>>2489
NOOO!

Simon's oblivious nature and Slater's dry wit will be missed.