The thing definitely seems controlled, headshot the handler.

What's the city we're in like?

Right, that thing’s definitely being controlled in some way by the handler, fuck that shit. You raise your gun and fire at the bastard right as he pulls out a remote. Thankfully, these mooks don’t seem to be nearly as enhanced as Red or Blue, either for stealth purposes or simply because they’re lower on the totem pole. Your shot finds it’s mark, and the man’s fingers keep moving toward the remote until they’re kindly informed the brain has a 1 inch wide hole in it. They flop down, dead.

“Anon, the weird guy’s still running!”

…But the thing doesn’t stop moving, though it seems to jerk erratically, and suddenly slows down. The Bald man that was rifling around in his pants has whipped out his revolver, while his buddies are either trying to move away from the thing or scrabbling for their own smuggled weapons.

You swear as you line up for a another shot at it’s legs, wheels, or whatever the hell it has under there, but the bald man manages to fire off a shot that… hits it dead center mass. Fuck. You’d be impressed if it wasn’t for the fact you’re almost certain it’s about to explode. Except it doesn’t, at least not into a ball of fire.

Instead, you see a metal spear rip itself out of the fabric, tearing off the cloak with it, the harpoon tearing into the leg of the man who shot at it, who screams, though you can’t hear it from here, and they fall to the ground as the bot begins retracting .

It is some odd looking smoothly build robot. A rectangular body with rounded edges, supported by a mass of writhing mechanical tentacles. You see four weapons jutting from it’s chassis, a speargun on it’s left front, Gatling gun erratically sparking, stuck in halfway between being stowed or deployed on it’s left side, and some sort of sparking rod pointing foward on the top of it’s “head.” It has no face, instead having a single purple “eye” on it’s “face.”

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Try to disable one of the bot's weapons before the melee starts and you can't get a clear shot.

The hostage situation is… annoying, but at minimum you doubt that the cyborg can escape at this point. What’s more concerning is the robot actively hunting down the group.You don’t want to waste the chance to take a shot before the fans start going apeshit and blocking all your shots.

However, it seems pretty heavily armored, so you opt to shoot one of it’s THREE currently deployed weapons. Anyone who says there are four weapons is quite obviously a sleep-deprived idiot. The gatling gun is almost certainly nonfuctional already, it’s shock prod too slim of a target, which leaves only the speargun.

…You just hope it doesn’t make it worse for the guy being impaled. Your shot charges just fast enough to hit the speargun as the robot begins trying to reel the man in and the crowd of baldmen and mutants begins surging towards the bot.

The Gun crackles as sputters as your ray of white light rips through it, making it refire it’s speargun instead of continuing to drag it’s prey, making the cable scrape through the hole already present in the man that was being reeled in, sending him into convulsions from the pain. The bot jerks likewise, (though you doubt it has a PAINSYS installed) your shot apparently severing some of it's motor systems for it's tentacles as well.

You attempt to aim again, but you’re not able to charge it up fully before the victim’s fellow gangsters and Anas fans swarm the bot, plinking it with low-grade firearms and the mutants trying to rip it to shreds while a few begin attacking the cable to free their ally. They’re just mostly knocking it around and not doing any real damage, though they’re surprisingly good at avoiding any friendly fire. You wince as one of the mutants get a little too close, and they jolt wildly as the electric prod rams them in the stomach. The cable is made of stern stuff, their smuggled firearms doing nothing to cut it, and mutant strength n

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Not really anything you can do at this point. Keep scanning the crowd until the combat ends in case another enemy pops up. Thank Arial for spotting so well.

Is this enough to cancel the concert, or is it just a typical night in Neo-Mobius?

Gunslinger 2024/02/27(Tue)22:52 No. 1084803 ID: 8928a2
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All five feet of it.
Wait, what?

The cannon barrel bucked beneath her, catching her in the midsection before your fist collected her head. She flew like a discarded toy, tumbling limply through the air before her feet found the ground almost magnetically, her body stiffened as she slid to a halt on all fours. Her face whipped up to meet yours, and her eye was now contorted in hatred. Your guns were already up. She flickered and the last dozen rounds from your XM’s shredded the wall behind her. The only sound was casings clattering on the hardwood floor. She'd vanished.
“After all - that, I expected a bigger load from you, human.”
You thought she gasped slightly when she hesitated, and she sounded flustered.
“I've been having fun with your friends outside, I guess I'm a little spent after so many partners. I've lost track of how many I've killed. How many of you were there? Was it two thousand? More?”
Silence.
“Speaking of, I can't help but notice you haven't called for them. What's your plan here?”
“I'm going to take my time carving you to pieces for what you just did to me, animal.”
The Occulotti curse translated poorly, but the venom in her voice got the point across.
“Was there another crazy cyclops bitch in here hypnotizing me while she rode my dick? That was all you.”
“Wh- no! You shackled me to your sick fantasy! Tell me how you did that. Answer truthfully or you die.”
That's it, keep talking you thought to yourself. Your sensors didn't detect any sound, so she must have been projecting a voice into your head. You swept the room, pretending to look wherever she threw her voice. Broken glass crunched under your feet.
“I don't know what to tell you Occ, you had me pretty dazed for all of that. I was not in control of what happened. Figured you were playing

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Well broken glass implies a window. For OpSec if she knows we're a borg we have to murder the one-eye. Here's a basic plan - grenade to low yield, drop it and full thrusters out the window. Her pals should believe we're a floater or otherwise be surprised enough to not shoot while we leave the blast radius.

Keep talking and shooting the shit/shadows. Trading insults is a great way to gather intel.

>>1084803
3]] Keep talking. Riggs and Cotton should only be moments away.

Remember that your greatest regret is that your penis is severely overcompensated.
So overcompensate. Make her taste your Big Boner until it kills her.

Character sheets: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1e0UqVZ9Vh_-o_ao08IkM_FsYam5-xjzncgfhiI_6oFA

"Yes, thank you, we're all very impressed with how much more hardcore you are than the university's accounts receivable department. Nice attention to detail on the bodies - smells almost exactly like the real thing," says Rock, who's wrangled far too many medical cadavers as part of teaching assistant duties.
"So, does this mean Hotel Blue is willing to allow the Tinsnips to throw the proposed glitter party in the D'Nyanzelo Brothers warehouse on fourth street? Assuming we clean up after ourselves, and the maitre'd gets paid on time and in full, of course."

>It then concludes with a sardonic, "Welcome to An Pur, newbloods."
"Lived here my whole life, drama queens" Specs mutters under her breath, awkwardly twisting herself to work the kinks out.

Upon hearing her compatriots antagonize the gangsters whose good graces they're operating under, Costello lets out a low growl.

"Business over dinner. Not over riverbed. Talk shop at nicer venue."

So, we need to figure out how many dice we roll, what the position is, and what the effect level is. DM can set position and effect level- by first guess is "Risky" and "Standard" but you have the most insight into the goons motivations/orders and how well that aligns with us. We're trying to score, and we're going to make a Social plan to do so- >>1082763 throwing a party to rub elbows.

PROCEDURES
action roll
1. The player states their goal for the action.
2. The player chooses the action rating that matches what their character is doing in the fiction.
3. The GM sets the position for the roll.
4. The GM sets the effect level for the action.
5. Add bonus dice.
6. The player rolls the dice and we judge the result.

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>>1083278
>For action rating, this seems like Consort, Command, or Sway. Not really confident on which.
No, if this is an engagement roll for the start of a heist: https://bladesinthedark.com/planning-engagement
>The engagement roll is a fortune roll, starting with 1d for sheer luck. Modify the dice pool for any major advantages or disadvantages that apply.
I'll just roll more dice than we're likely to need, and then we can figure out how many of them are relevant.

can you fish?

People who say follow the river have the right idea here. Perhaps prey will drink as well.

I suggest carving marks into trees to keep yourself from getting lost. If you don't have claws for it, you should get a stone for it instead.

On that note, do you know how to make tools? A simple spear does much to empower you.

>Pokemon but they don't say their names all the time
Oh thank @#$%.

>Hunt
Stick with foraging for nuts and berries for now. Those have lots of energy at low cost.

So, the main character being obviously an Eevee, should have some sort of superpowers, maybe those could help with hunting and exploring and such? He should have ability to move with superspeed for very short, directed bursts by infusing his body with a sort of 'normal' elemental ki. This can be used for a quick surprise takedown of prey or for mobility and scouting and getting to hard to reach places or climbing. There's also a few ranged energy blasts, but those are more advanced.

LastDance:
Wagon man is right.
Nasty critters, nastier swarm.
Like...
There wuz this thing i read bout as a lillun.
Pie ranna or summat.
Strip a cow to the bone that said in minutes.
Min.
Its.
I dunno what a cow is, but its gotta be nasty if it took a swarm to frag one.

Dont lettem get on ya lady!
Yer doin keen.

>>1084007

We live in an information based reality. Just because YOU can't find out what a cow was and where the genes are still being used and in what sorts of things and what things that aren't called 'cows' any more are still basically 'cows', sorta, but just marketed to suits and rollers, that's on you, chummer. Look. It. Up. Just because a lot of the info is SOMEWHAT WRONG doesn't mean it isn't USEFUL. Hint: There's a reason lots of places call police by terms associated with cattle.

>>1084025
Lastdance:

Chummer, i can barely work this drekking busted uplink.
My meat has only ever been real estate fer chrome but when i usedta run, i wuz just the panzer.
Deckers mighta s'well be wizzies t'me.
First one i saw used a clacky lil thing with his hands. Now they just think it.
Yeah, yeah.
Im a 'tique.
Least i got in here though.
Now i get'ta watch primo razergirl run hard.
...the front its gotta take t'stream yer runs...
Cool as. Ice cool. Arctic.
Stay frosty lady!
<donation failed>
Oh fer fracks sake... howd i...

>>1084007
>>1084071

So, here's the thing. Swarms of Piranha *couldn't* tear the flesh off the bone of large mammals like Cows or Humans in minutes. That was a myth. They were just pretty colorful tropical river fish that eat meat and travel in schools. Nothing special.

But here's the thing. We live in a post-multi-apocalypse world where, all of a sudden, there's a ton of types of reality manipulation out there, yea?

And some of those types follow collective beliefs and mythology. So as the normal Piranha are going extinct due to pollution and all these disasters, WEIRD Piranha of various sorts and types are spawning due to all the things that spawn or mutate or create weird animals, spirits, spirit beasts, spiritual animals, mutant animals, and this that and the other. And a ton of THOSE swarms of Piranha *do* strip flesh off of bones in seconds or minutes.

But, here's the thing. Piranha are still pretty colorful tropical river fish. So corporate types have cloned de-extincted normal versions -- the old, went extinct type -- in their office aquariums. While out in the wild, someone may or may not have reintroduced the original strain (dunno), but there's for SURE a mess of weird magical or other variants.

>>1084225
LastDance.

Spellslinger said sumthin like that t'me once, then started on bout a collective unconscious or summat and i zoned on him.
By time drekker was done, i was too gonked t'get.
But yknow, think i grok it now.
Cheers chummer.

<donation sent: 50z> "Yer crushin this run chica! Wheredja getcha killware?"

Sar Manjensen (translation: sew my jeans on)
16
Intersex Lynxgirl

When you were a baby, an insane vagrant found your abusive parents bashing your head in and decided to 'step in' by unleashing their hidden arsenal of guns, turning your momma and poppa into meat and popcorn.

They weren't exactly an improvement, even if they fully accepted you. You learned how to kill a squirrel with two bullets and a coat hanger before you learned to walk. When your powers kicked in, your foster parent only showed more insanity and put you through horrifyingly villainous training. They wanted you to topple the government and all that.

Child services stepped in about three years ago and you've been living blissfully in a backwater orphanage ever since.

Marie Kafka
19
Female

To say you led a good life would be stretching it, your parents gave you nothing more than food to eat and a roof over your head, so you essentially had to raise yourself, mostly through books at first. A book on parenting became your guide on how to grow up, an encyclopedia became your mentor, and fictional characters became your role models. Once you got past the password on your father's work computer though, there was so much more.
So naturally when you got bullied you turned to the consensus of the internet, since authority figures were a no go that left self defense. The taekwondo teacher was nice enough to give you discounted lessons, and once you got to green belt you figured you'd try making use of your fledgling martial skills. It ended up being the worst decision of your life.
That train, that goddamn train. It was raining hard, and the fog rising up from the nearby coast made it hard to see more than a yard. Your bullies cornered you by the tracks, they never really did much more than a single punch so you figured if you used proper force they'd give up. That's why the moment one of them laid their hands on you, you kicked them straight onto the tracks. It was only supposed to intimidate them, but at that moment a train showed up. Your bully tried to get up and off the tracks but the rain made them slip on the rocks. One moment they were scrambling to get away, the next moment their legs became a smear of red as the train barreled through. It was a memory that you'd never forget, as if seared into your corneas.
In the end it was ruled a self defense but nobody could look at you the same way. Moving out of that damned town was the only good thing your parents ever did for you.

Name : Thomas Marlow
Age : 22
Gender : M.

Traumatic event :
I just got shot.
Again.
Have a guess what my trauma is.
Let me tell you, it does NOT get easier second time around pal.

Now im here either suffering a psychotic break or whats left of my mind is hiding out in one of my last misfiring neurons that for some goddamn reason is fixated on the finer points of form filling.

I
I dont want to be dead.

You moved swiftly yet cautiously, calling on every moment of your training as you stepped further into the once home of your family. Senses screamed at you of the dangers of this place, of the horrors that could be inflicted upon your eternal soul should you fall here. But all the same, you could not bear to leave now, not without recovering something to return to your family, to restore just that small bit of your family's lost heritage. The temple had been your first thought, there had been no other choice. It appeared untouched from a distance, and it's only the words of your sensei that had kept your wits about you, despite the seemingly untouched nature of the small building.

The thin, rice paper door had been shut tight, and it took a hefty pull to loosen it enough to open far enough to slip inside yourself. Within, the old, single room temple appears undisturbed by anything. Dust covers every surface, a thick blanket that swirls slightly as your feet disturb the room for the first time. As soon as you'd cross the threshold, you had felt that sense of all consuming foreboding vanish, that feeling of something watching you fall away, and your first shaky breath within the confines of the temple seem somehow lighter and less difficult. You had been suffused with the feeling of safety, warmth and comfort. A quick investigation of the room had revealed a small shrine, a single candle still somehow lit upon its surface, its dedications difficult to make out in the dim light, but still clearly venerating the Celestial Heavens above. Paper charms are plastered along the walls and beams, and though you couldn't make any sense of them you could recognize a shugenja's work. This place had, by all appearance, remained unravaged by the tainted things that presumably stalked those halls, or the taint that normally corrupted anything it touched.

Still, your caution had you questioning the apparent sanctity of this place. Su

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A brief respite, you took what rest you could.

Link the bonfire

You didn't dare disturb the charms or the candle. Too tired to worry about the dust, you knelt in front of the shrine to pray. The whole situation was so unreal, you couldn't say exactly when you fell asleep.

You'd set your equipment in a corner of the temple, careful to avoid disturbing the seals along the walls lest you somehow break the strange sanctity of the place. You'd knelt before the shrine, intending only to offer prayer, to seek some blessing from the Heavens in your search, and perhaps to rest a moment before moving on. It was strange then that when you'd opened your eyes once more, it was not to a dimly lit temple but a room glowing with dozens of candles. Beyond the edges of the candlelight, there wasn't a wall, but an endless darkness, stretching far past the light's glow.

Whatever shock you'd felt had been interrupted by a sound from behind you. Instinct screamed, and you'd whirled about in alarm, hand falling to grasp the hilt of your sword. What greeted your panicked gaze was not some foul demon or unholy spirit but a woman. Dressed in a kimono of sky blue and crimson red, the middle aged woman had the look of someone haggard and worn, her lips bearing signs of what look to be puncture wounds, as if someone had taken a needle and sewn her mouth shut at some point. Yet somehow you felt as if her presence was no threat to you, or perhaps merely that she'd meant no harm. Whatever her appearance, she bowed low upon seeing your attention upon her, before straightening once more, her gaze fixing upon you with a strange intensity.

"I bid you welcome, young Hiruma. It has been a long time since one of Daylight Castle's lost children has come home. Longer still since it was one that has not felt the call to service..." Her voice bore a hint of melencholy, her gaze momentarily softening into something that seems on the verge of tears. But the expression quickly vanished, her stoic gaze returning. "I am Hiruma Masami, and it is good you have found your way to Candle Temple. Please, sit, you will be safe here from the Oni's influence. You no doubt have questions, and I shall

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You chat a bit with Rutu about the lay of the land. It sounds like this is mostly a farming town built up around an old monastery near the lake, but that in the last 20 or so years it has become a stop traders would make when traveling up the twin rivers.

A lot of the farmers, including their family, live on the northwest bank of the Nanfang Qingren, which feeds the lake from the south. The Monastery is east of the town, which lise on the south bank of the Xibu Qingren that feeds the lake from the east. There's a main road that heads down toward where most of the farms are, and most of the people in the region are farmers that live within a few miles of it - if you go much farther west of town or across either river you mostly find solitary hunters or people that aren't much interested in living in a community.

"You mentioned Yu?" You ask, "I met him by the river, and he showed me the way to town."

"Oh, yes!" Rutu pipes up, "He's a quiet boy that wandered in a few years back. His shack is in the lee of a hill near our farm, so he's basically our neighbor!"

Li chimes in, "Always seemed a bit shady, but he's good people. Helped us out a few times when we needed it."

You nod, "He helped me out, too. I was accosted by a ruffian in the woods, and he took care of it."

Rutu nods, "That sounds like Yu all right. He's a moody boy, but he can look pretty scary when somebody tries to get rough with people around him." Li nods, and starts to say something, before Rutu suddenly yelps "Wait, ruffians in the woods?! Did you tell the magistrate?"

"Magistrate?"

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Pay a visit to the antelope, he might have an idea of where there might be work.

>>1081940
Now that we've met the otters, time for the antelope!

An antelope with a laborer's build, but wanting exercise bodes ill for finding work. That does offer an opening for conversation, though; you're looking for work, and was wondering if he's had any luck in his search.

The presence of the magistrate could make things thorny in the future. You want to keep the town safe, and informing them of the highwayman's presence, especially if he's only one of a band, could help. But if an Imperial agent could connect you back to your origins, then we want to inform discreetly.
Mention the encounter with the highwayman to the antelope, as well, and try to get the rumor mill going. Surely, someone will bring the matter to the magistrate upon hearing of it. It might be prudent to mention that Yu fought off the highwayman without saying you were there to witness it.

>>1083210
If you want to start rumors without tying the story to yourself, you should talk with the drunks. Play up the excitement of Yu fighting off a huge bandit, by the morning they won't remember the boring details like who told them the story.

I'd say you should find a habitable death-world and live there.

>>1076834

Things can be 'habitable' but absolutely miserable. Consider: massive, constant natural disasters. Wrong day/night cycle. Wrong gravity. Very radioactive. No land that's not covered in water, or no freshwater anywhere. Wrong temperature. Wrong amount of air pressure. Not enough magnetosphere (see aforementioned radiation). Wrong soil composition. Wrong year length. Wrong temperatures. It isn't JUST giant monsters that are trying to eat you, which can be fought militarily if you are badass enough, that make a deathworld into a deathworld. It's fantastically easier to make a comfortable space station than it is to make a comfortable, livable outpost on a deathworld (at the bottom of a gravity well no less!), if such is a world that no one actually goes to because it is horrible, even if it is technically 'habitable' and technically within some arbitrary egghead's categorization 'limits'.

How much fuel does the ship have? What locations are reachable with our current supplies?

>>1076753
Maybe we have to take risk, maybe a medium sized settlement we could attack? Or a risky job you were offered? This time you and your team could be the ones coming on top.

>>1076842

I guess I got the definition of Deathworlds wrong. Rather than just being 'utterly inhospitable to life', Deathworlds are more worlds that are actively trying to kill you, like a world run by an insane AI and populated by giant, crazed monsters that are vaguely from fantasy and mythology, with nanotech that eats any technology more advanced than some particular fantasy author's conception of 'vaguely medieval'.

And they're marked as Deathworlds, despite being 'totally habitable', because the Galaxy doesn't want to spend the money and effort to clean them up yet.

We don't want to go to one of those, especially because we don't know the rules by which anything marked like that is operating, and also there is specifically *only one way to determine those rules*.

Guess what it is.

Thank the gentleman by kindly feeding him the rest of your sandwich.

Afterwards, inquire about purchasing some of those fancy crocodile heads Inpu appears to collect.

Do take the detoxifying needles away from him as you question him on the matter. They may distract him from the conversation. Offer him one once he tells you where they are stored, though.

>>1080506

Oh that sounds like a wonderful way to get arrested by an undercover police investigation into a crocodile head taker.

Why? For not leeting him get sidetracked while we ask him?

Would you rather he purged his system mid conversation?

Pah! Our generosity win out in the end.

Grab that sandwich and tell to open wide, here comes the plane.

(1/1) kpwlt 2024/01/22(Mon)07:35 No. 1081605 ID: 127310
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>Thank the gentleman by kindly feeding him the rest of your sandwich.
You would, but you left it back at the bar. Good thing you still haven't paid for it.

>Afterwards, inquire about purchasing some of those fancy crocodile heads Inpu appears to collect.
"At once."

>Do take the detoxifying needles away from him as you question him on the matter. They may distract him from the conversation. Offer him one once he tells you where they are stored, though.
Unfortunately, the needle has vanished as quickly as it appeared.

Horemakhet assists you out of bed and leads you into the next room, which happens to be a neat office. Behind the desk are a number of books on a shelf. To the desk's right is a cabinet with the crocodile heads in it, mummified and painted. To its left is a chair. Horemakhet sits you on the chair and instructs you to wait, leaving through the door he came in.

This might be a long wait, so surely there's little harm in poking around a bit. You could even think of what you want to say and which head you'd prefer before the man in charge meets you.

His desk has a number of trinkets on it. In the middle seems to be a closed diary with a pen lain on the cover.

Examine the diary and the desk drawers.

Pick the blue head with the ahnk neklace. It's probably the most powerful.

>>1079134
Note to self: memorize some sort of rapid metabolism spell un the future

Don't forget to grab the goose carvass too. It's a prince slayer and bloodline ender now, very valuable.

Use Boost Caboose to move that potato weight to your butt.

Quick, say " no hemo" so Limpy stops bleeding.

Then cast the spell for uuh... losing weight fast.

>>1079351

That would have been a good spell to prepare, last night, before Limpy died just now. Already. Forever. Completely. Never to be raised as a zombie, because who would do that?

>>1079365
If its the goblins fault for not protecting him can could just jam in the batter for reincarnation/continuation of the bloodline its not like they have tried not doing incest

Let us enter the orb.

We can morph it into two bananas!

O O O BANANA

Rig the orb to fly off in one direction - then while they're chasing it, fly off yourself in the BANANA

Why, you should know what you are. Go for the banana ship!

Banana ship is a trap. They knew you'd crave that one and would put bombs in it.

Space Plane.

rolled 18, 2, 7, 2, 6, 1, 18, 4, 5, 17, 6, 3, 14, 14, 9, 1, 19, 9, 9, 14 = 178

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>>1080967
>Rolling spellcraft to attempt to identify the magic item.
Reading the dweomer directly would require a spell for the active scan, and the appropriate general-purpose version is not one which Yrja has prepared. However, those decorative elements provide clues toward a possible alternative. Oak leaves often symbolize endurance or persistence; butcher's-broom is a type of laurel and so, worn on the head, represents victory; and yew, especially when paired with black pearl, signifies death.
> rolled 11
> no ranks in Knowledge (Religion)
Whether the three taken together are meant to represent an enduring victory over death or the inevitable victory OF death is debatable, particularly with so little immediate cultural context to work from, but either way it implies another, more readily available, aura spectrum which might reveal what you want to know. Willing to try casting Detect Undead?

>Rarii isn't keen to climb into the mud pit
Only reasonable way to avoid it while leaving the immediate area would be to exit via the rear door, walk the length of the roof, then climb down the rain-slick front bumper.
>>1080830
As the catgirl is getting ready, Waffles reaches out of the maintenance crawlspace and clips a tiny accessory onto one of her boots: an "ankle alert" brand safety sensor, printed earlier from open-source templates. Vibrates to warn the wearer if it detects dangerous levels of radiation or heavier-than-air toxic gasses (which wo

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rolled 2, 3, 19, 4, 17, 19, 18, 3, 3, 18, 12, 1, 15, 12, 5, 10, 1, 11, 18, 15 = 206

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>>1081235
>Willing to try casting Detect Undead?
Sure. Knowledge!

> Patrolling fashionista does manage to find and capture some sort of pie-plate-sized tree-dwelling albino crab - two meals worth of meat, assuming it's safe to eat, or possibly other uses.
"Sea food!" The catgirl exclaims. "Er, tree food?"

Our first non-plant non-skull-face sample of alien life! Sticking the crab in a bucket and then in the medical scanner to see what it can tell us seems reasonable. See if it's toxic. Or too smart to eat.

rolled 20, 17, 13, 18, 17, 18, 10, 3, 1, 18, 6, 17, 1, 17, 8, 16, 8, 7, 16, 15 = 246

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>excess wood
Waffle has an idea.
She fabricates a hill of arrow signposts, then has the other members plant them in random spots around the area. Then she crafts a plastic plaque in Empire Standard giving exact directions based on the pronounced shapes of the arrows. The directions lead to the signpost with the buried treasure, which is a small care package consisting of a week's worth of rations, directions on where the ATV is heading next, and the comm badge Sparrow discarded.

>>1081269
>Knowledge!
>rolled 2
Too much interference from whatever Aurio's doing, and maybe something underground. Try again tomorrow.
>in a bucket
>rolled 3
Haven't got a bucket big enough, but holding it upside-down and faced away from you is sufficient to prevent effective resistance.
>rolled 19, 4, 17, 19, 18
Improvised intelligence testing while tree crab is confined in the automed... no response to various communication attempts, unless you count attacking the blinking light. Tool-use puzzles mostly resulted in attempts to eat whichever components were within reach. Hard to be absolutely sure, of course, but between all that, and patterns in what the medical scanners tentatively identified as traces of nerve activity, reasonably confident it's way down there with fruit flies, koalas, or earthworms, and doesn't even feel pain.
Biochemically it's pretty weird. Copper-based blood. Muscles and connective tissue make extensive use of an amino acid previously known only from obscure microbes, while several common components are seemingly entirely absent, so if rations ran out and you tried to live on tree-crab meat alone, there'd soon be problems related to malnutrition. No apparent serious toxins, though, and when a slip-up with the lab glassware released fumes from a tissue sample which had been heated enough to caramelize, it smelled absolutely delicious.

You have my full permition to eat all the meat.

Then have quick bath, sing a bit on the shower, and put on the dress.

It's time.

Ok, there's nothing wrong with that hair, it's a bit strange looking and that green is usually awful but the gradient you ended up with and your already strange hair work well together making it exotic instead of strange.

Just prepare yourself mentally. You're going to go outside, be around people, and talk about yourself. Talking should come easy, you have a plethora of grand adventure to draw on. Maybe practice a bit since vocalization isn't your strong suit. Avoid getting too drawn into your emotional state because that's what'll draw you into talking about the constant gnawing hunger and all the other things that'll make normies run.

>>1074188
How about some coffee as pick me up? There’s no time for a nap it seems so that might be best course of action.

Honestly your hair is mostly fine. The dyed parts show you tried something and they don’t seem bad. Just make sure to straighten it if possible?

Even if it's a spinoff MORE BLOOM WOO! Play off stressed/tired as nerves. Say you're worried how well the date will go. Lot of guys find that to be a female thing to do. Go fix your hair and remember the joke.
>Yeah, at least then the guy would probably know that you are less monster and more "thing that cries for no reason"
>That's called a woman. Hey-oh!

>>1074188
Try styling your hair a little, clean up the little bit of mess you got on you, then do some exercises until it's time to leave.

>>1079468
It's not "an understanding about darkness of it being the ultimate perturbation of the knowledge that"?

[under the cover
of (something) hours
of(?) (something) under and/(undefined?)
(something) ordered second(?)
of town/them(?) (something)
comes (something) tiding a
(somethings) a black]
and then the swirly effect, is it a delve into something? s "Lodge System" going by legal definition things-sh? or at least as defined on the IRS page: "The term “operating under the lodge system” implies, at a minimum, two active entities: a parent and a subordinate (referred to as a 'lodge')"
The second image has "for my mother" and a mother is a parent, a parent apparent.

>>1079468
I mean, half the reason I gave up is that even if I could see all that text there's no way it's going to give me enough information to suggest.

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"Has to deal the fatal"
"door"
"and enter."

Hmm, seems like admission rules for the lodge.

B
it's so much easier to manage a defense, takes less manpower too... and lot less risky for the party!

D) Kill them both, chalk it up to retaliation against rogue companies that were 'clearly instigated by independent brigades failing to uphold the rules of war'.
tl;dr: They committed war crimes, you treat them as bandits and not enlisted soldiers.

C.) the boring, cautious, neutral option...

From where you are would you be able to safely aid any of the casualties or at least drag them clear of danger?

It would be amusing to see how everyone reacts.

B) Check with your party for objections (and possible no-kill requests), then side with the Khor, since you are here to parlay with the magi.

B, because mages can conjure magic sticks for C.C., and this is an opportunity that cannot B missed.

Focus on Rama. Madame will be radiant enough to take your attention regardless, after all. If a failure for him is a failure for you, don't let him fail.

Focus on Rama, and try to figure out why Jupiter finds him so endearing. Try not to intervene too much - he's got to learn how things go, like any other new votary.

All your efforts are made in service to the Madame, and the Madame's current goal is to guide Rama through the scene towards the best possible catharsis, for all involved. Having seen that our minor intervention was acceptable and that allowing Rama to fail amounts to self-injury, our priority should shift towards guarding against his cluelessness as unobtrusively as possible. Focus on him as the sheepdog does its flock—our devotion is too great for the shepherd's commands to elude us, and so no special attention towards them is required.

If what's good for Rama is good for us, why not focus on him? That way we can give him a push and a nudge to keep him on the right track through all of this.

>>1079109
Yea

ENHANCE ASS-, I mean, you should prepare your instance with error-correcting (ECC) redundant data for forward error correction (FEC) algorithms to greatly diminish the possibility of you getting corrupted while passing through the rift.

Call out to Eade, chastise her and tell her to get back. Do not relent.

It would be advisable to inform D999 and FE15 of the situation before performing any risky research.

For future references, what was D999 like before the catastrophic data loss? How did it, you, and the others take to D999's state afterwards?

>>1078685
Honestly did not think she would fit probably should make her larger so this can never happen again

Oh no! Save that booty!

>>1078685
It just occurred to me that we can't rule out a viral source for this abnormality.
Also, it's very possible this breach may not lead to another system, but out into the net itself.

>>1077896
Dude we were all thinking this
And the implication is that childbirth between a witch and their familiar is fatal to the familiar
No exceptions

Would that mean that, in some way, Lai Moon *is* Wish-Felt?

Oh let's just straight up ask that shit.
"Was Wish-Felt my father?"
and
"Do I carry part of Wish-Felt within me?"

and
"What can kill you?"
"What can trap you?"
"How can we escape?"

>>1077826
If Once-Wish is a part of Wish and you are connected to Once-Wish, are you not also connected to Wish?

If Wish-Felt was your father, are you not also connected to Wish?

Your perception could still be influencing Wish, even subtly compared to its vastness. You need to find something stronger than terror that you feel.

I mean. In situations like this my best bet is apologetic appreciation.

I don't think we have time to get into a whole whispered conversation right now, but maybe we can add a tally to her favor, for the future.

Thank her for reading the room, but tell her it's not because you don't like her. It's just you were hoping to speak with Hunter in private.

Warning: in my experience, pretending you like someone leads both to having to hang out with them more than you otherwise would, and also makes it worse when the truth comes out

Couldn't it at least be a nylon suit? Or spandex? Latex is just so annoyingly... squeaky!

I still say a dream-oracle power for finding adventures is less likely to incur too much of a cost for our third wish (as it doesn't require anything physically tangible), and could show us more opportunities for fixing ya boi's legs. (Heck, even without help, magic's apparently something you can practically trip over around here, it seems.)