>some sexy shades
Huh. Kind of abstract or modern art frame shapes there.

>Should you take a nap while Candy drives you home?
Unless you've got anything to talk about. How's Candy's day been? Less exciting than yours, you hope.

Try getting the knife out of your pocket? The last thing you need is running away from something, the knife rips out of your pocket, and stabs you in the foot.

Buckwheat 2015/12/05(Sat)17:31 No. 687184 ID: 15a025
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>Unless you've got anything to talk about. How's Candy's day been? Less exciting than yours, you hope.
You ask Candy how her days been.
"Eh, just another day. Pretty cool we got a snow day."
>Try getting the knife out of your pocket? The last thing you need is running away from something, the knife rips out of your pocket, and stabs you in the foot.
You fiddle around with your pockets trying to get the knife out. The knife ends up making a hole in your pocket and cuts your arm on the way out.
"Oh crap, Rainy you okay? I'll out a band aid on that when we get back."
You decide to sleep for the rest of the way home. When you wake up there's a strong smell of burning peppermints. You must be in Candy's room and she must be smoking her "homemade drugs."
"Oh sweet you're up. Oh man did Steve and Trish ever get the mud thrown at them in the newspaper today. Want me to read you the article?"
Sure why not.
"Okay so the headline reads: Star Football Player Steve and Head Cheerleader Trish Caught Drinking and Assaulting Blind Student on Campus. Further in it talks about Trish's little attack on us at the market and how they've both be arrested and expelled from the school. Apparently you weren't the only one they've gone after either. Someone's suing Steve for rape as well. Trish is also facing several charges of petty theft from the school stores here. What a bunch of losers, glad to see they're getting what they deserve. Oh hey your room mate came in while you were snoozing looking to talk to you."
You ask what time it is.
"It's like 6:00 P.M. now. Up for finding something to watch on T.V. and having some tea and cookies? The cookies are freshly baked. Made some while you were out."
Holy cow you were out for awhile. Should you stay and hang with Candy or should you go get some answers out of your room mate?"

>>687184
Inquire about peppermint smokes while eating cookies then go question room mate.

But first marvel in the odd spectacle of the justice system functioning properly pre-homocide. (Though post-rape, apparently. Bummer they were free to even meet you.)

Stay and have some tea and cookies with Candy, and go to your roomate later.

Buckwheat 2015/12/06(Sun)16:27 No. 687380 ID: 15a025
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>Inquire about peppermint smokes while eating cookies then go question room mate.
You ask Candy if you could have a cookie. She puffs out some smoke and just hands you two cookies. You take a bite and find that they're peanut butter cookies. Not your favorite flavor of cookies but they still tickle your taste buds. After finishing one of the cookies you ask Candy what she's smoking.
"Just some 'mint cane. It's the same stuff I was smoking at the party last night. I'm starting to run low on energy again and need a mad sugar rush to get through the first all nighter of the week. Going to a party downtown tonight at a dance club after I practice up a song we're going to play in band class next week. If you're still up around 10:00 P.M. you should come with."
You tell her it sounds interesting and that you'll keep in touch. You get up off the couch and head for the door telling Candy you should probably go find out what your room mate wanted. You hear her puff out some more minty smelling smoke followed by a pretty depressing sigh.
"Kay, later."
You walk out the door and head back to your room thinking about how depressed she sounded when you left. Maybe going out to that party might cheer her up.
You arrive at your room and as soon as you walk in very unsettling smells enter your nostrils. Smells like your room mate had an orgy in here or something. Smells of various other drugs linger around in the room as well. You call out and let your room mate know your home.
"Hey, sup Rainy. The hell you been? Parties long over now."
You really don't want to know what happened in here at this party. She smells pretty hammered right now. You ask what she wanted earlier.
"Oh shit. Forgot I was gonna spill the beans to you. Okay so I was like hired to impersonate you cause some guy wants to kill you over a job or something and that'd totally suck. So I kind of found this guy that's out to kill you and stuff and we ended up having sex here like every morning and night while you were still sleeping. We also did a ton of drugs, like bags and bags of drugs. I almost over dosed on a cocaine but he saved me. Then you had to walk in on us this morning and blow my damn cover and he found out I wasn't you anymore. So he like still wants to like take you away or something. Don't worry though, as long as I keep having sex and buying his drugs he said he'll lay off for now. I hope we can marry one day cause he's actually really hot and great in bed. So..uh... a..ny wa...y I'm fe..eling tired no...w. Ni..ght."
You hear her body slam onto the hard wood floor. You're on the verge of panicking here from everything that's going on. Not only is your room mate passed out on the floor from poor life choices, but there's probably loads of drugs all over the dorm room, but also some guy out to kidnap you again.
What on earth are you going to do!

I. Uh. If you company wanted to hire someone to act as a decoy to protect you, why didn't they tell you that's what they were doing? Why did they put your decoy in the same apartment as you?

>What on earth are you going to do!
Uh. Well, calling the cops is probably out in a room full of drugs and apparently paper thin false identities. Too much fallout.

Okay, first priority: check on your roomate. She's been doing a lot of drugs, and passed out. How bad is she? Best case, you drag her to bed and let her sleep it off. Worst case, you need to call emergency services and get her to a hospital before she ODs.

Also I think you want to call this in as soon as you can. This situation is unraveling, and you could use some support. If she IDed someone who's after you, they should be able to do something about that. (Either remove him from play, or try to figure out who he's working for, or something).

Your whole dorm room could be filled with drugs. Who the fuck cares about your room mate, start snorting everything you can find.

Animooted Buckwheat 2015/12/07(Mon)13:36 No. 687514 ID: 15a025
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>I. Uh. If you company wanted to hire someone to act as a decoy to protect you, why didn't they tell you that's what they were doing? Why did they put your decoy in the same apartment as you?
Hmm...good point. It could possibly have been another company as well but why?
>Okay, first priority: check on your room mate. She's been doing a lot of drugs, and passed out. How bad is she? Best case, you drag her to bed and let her sleep it off. Worst case, you need to call emergency services and get her to a hospital before she ODs.
You carefully walk around and find her body. You bend down and listen very carefully to her breathing. Her breaths sound very weak and faint. You rip out your emergency phone and call 911.
"What's the problem Rainy?"
You explain to the operator what happened and your room mate needs an ambulance and an EMT quickly.
"An ambulance has already been dispatched to the apartment complex. Are you okay yourself?"
You assure the operator that you're fine and that you can handle things here till the ambulance arrives. The operator hangs up. You sit next to your room mate and monitor their breathing. If things fly south you know how to give CPR.
>Also I think you want to call this in as soon as you can. This situation is unraveling, and you could use some support. If she IDed someone who's after you, they should be able to do something about that. (Either remove him from play, or try to figure out who he's working for, or something).
You hope your room mate will survive long enough to do just that.
A door creeks open and startles you. At first you thought it was the emergency response team but if it was them that door would have been busted open quickly, plus the sound was coming from your room mate's room. Quiet footsteps approach you, it must be the guy from early this morning. Slowly, you pull out your phone and knife. You have to think fast here, should you let this guy get close to you and try stabbing the fool with your knife, call 911 again, or something else? You get the feeling the ambulance won't get here for a few more minutes which maybe more than you have here.

First ask who the stranger is just in case they aren't actually dangerous, but stay near your room mate. For all you know this stranger could try to kill her so she won't rat him/her out. If the figure doesn't answer, try to fend them off with your cane and knife, but don't kill them if you don't have to, in case you can find something out from them later.

Um, excuse the terrible pun, just stabbing someone blind is a bad plan. We don't know what he's doing, if you have reason to resort to what might be deadly force, or even that he's who you think he is.

Also pay very close attention for anything that sounds like a gun being cocked. If you hear that, make a mad dash for whoever it is, and try to be as hard to aim at as you can. Maybe throw the cane at them as a distraction.

First of all, are the lights on? If they are this guy might know you're blind. What normal guy tries to tip toe around a lighted room, specifically in one where it doesn't seem like he has many places to hide. If they aren't on he could be after your room mate. Either way you should try and stand your ground at the least, this guy seems fishy and dangerous.

(1/2?) Buckwheat 2015/12/08(Tue)15:18 No. 687731 ID: 15a025
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>First ask who the stranger is just in case they aren't actually dangerous, but stay near your room mate. For all you know this stranger could try to kill her so she won't rat him/her out. If the figure doesn't answer, try to fend them off with your cane and knife, but don't kill them if you don't have to, in case you can find something out from them later. Also pay very close attention for anything that sounds like a gun being cocked. If you hear that, make a mad dash for whoever it is, and try to be as hard to aim at as you can. Maybe throw the cane at them as a distraction.
>Um, excuse the terrible pun, just stabbing someone blind is a bad plan. We don't know what he's doing, if you have reason to resort to what might be deadly force, or even that he's who you think he is.
Calling out and asking a possible killer who he is might not be the best thing to do here, but it's better than just stabbing someone in the dark. You don't have time to think of a better plan. You duck down and call out to the mystery man asking who they are. No reply. You ask again and still get no reply. They start walking up to you but stop for a second, it sounds like they're pulling something out of a bag. The walking resumes after they find whatever it was they were looking for.

2/2 Buckwheat 2015/12/08(Tue)15:19 No. 687732 ID: 15a025
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Soon they're standing right above you. You stand up and hold out your knife asking who they are again. The figure grabs your right arm and stabs you it with a painfully sharp needle. He's injecting something into you! You fight and try to resist as you scream in pain, but just can't overcome the strong grip. You lash out with your free arm and stab them with your knife as hard as you can hoping you hit something vital. Their grip on your right arm loosens up and you dash away hoping you can get to the door before they catch you.
Lucky for you the door was still open and you made it out. You start crying out for help as you dash down the hall, but trip over a rug. Getting up is a futile effort, your right arm just isn't cooperating and you're starting to get a strong dizzy feeling. You hear a large group storming down the hallway as well as loud sirens, must be the emergency response team. Some of them stop and pulls the needle out of your arm and start to carry you away on a stretcher. They say something but you can't make it out over the countless sirens blaring. The feeling of exhaustion starts to kick in and you give into it. You feel yourself drifting off into slumber...
End of Chapter 1

Buckwheat 2015/12/08(Tue)15:26 No. 687734 ID: 15a025
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Some unknown amount of time later...
The haze that clouds your mind starts to fizzle away as you awaken and try to get a feel for your surroundings. First thing you notice is your laying down on a soft bed and are covered up with thin feeling blanket. You sniff trying to tell where you might be. The room smells really clean, like someone just got done with the laundry. Thinking about where you are or what happened before you woke up causes your head to hurt. Oh! Maybe the thoughts of the necklace can help you out here. You ask it to help by suggesting a course of action.

Okay. I don't think your attacker had time to get you away before the ambulance got here. That means you probably haven't been abducted or kidnapped. I can guess at a few possibilities:

1) He just wanted to knock you out so he could get away. (Unlikely)

2) This is a frameup job. He injected you with some kind of hard drug (in addition to a sedative / soporific) so when you were found unconscious in a room full of drugs, the emergency responders would draw the obvious conclusion. Then they have you locked in a hospital / rehab / police station where they can get to you. (most likely)

3) Coordinated operation. If the ambulance was staffed by their people, they could have taken you anywhere after he knocked you out. (less likely)

You're probably in a hospital. Check your situation. Are you restrained at all? In a bed? In a hospital gown?

Hold on, we'll try to get a scan of the room so you can explore it.

Seems like your in a hospital. You should go and mess around with all the medical equipment.

Feel around your bed and check to see if you have pockets. If you do have pockets in your clothes see if there's something in them.

Buckwheat 2015/12/09(Wed)14:55 No. 687917 ID: 15a025
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>I don't think your attacker had time to get you away before the ambulance got here. That means you probably haven't been abducted or kidnapped.
Thinking about it, you do remember being attacked by someone and then getting carried away on a stretcher.
>I can guess at a few possibilities:
1) He just wanted to knock you out so he could get away. (Unlikely)
2) This is a frameup job. He injected you with some kind of hard drug (in addition to a sedative / soporific) so when you were found unconscious in a room full of drugs, the emergency responders would draw the obvious conclusion. Then they have you locked in a hospital / rehab / police station where they can get to you. (most likely)
3) Coordinated operation. If the ambulance was staffed by their people, they could have taken you anywhere after he knocked you out. (less likely)
The second theory does seem to be the most likely. You hope it's a hospital and not a rehab place.
>You're probably in a hospital. Check your situation. Are you restrained at all? In a bed? In a hospital gown?
You aren't restrained. As previously mentioned you're laying down in a bed. Your clothes feel pretty soft like a gown. It's probably a safe bet to say you're at a hospital.
>Feel around your bed and check to see if you have pockets. If you do have pockets in your clothes see if there's something in them.
You shuffle around the bed to find a remote with some buttons, there's some braille on it but it's extremely small and too hard to read. There are also no pockets on the gown.
>Hold on, we'll try to get a scan of the room so you can explore it.
An extremely crude outline of the room flashes into your mind. As soon as it comes in, your head starts ringing and gives you a headache. It hurts a lot and soon the image is lost.
What shall you do now?

>As soon as it comes in, your head starts ringing and gives you a headache. It hurts a lot and soon the image is lost.
Ouch. That sure sounds like some kind of hangover. Yeah, you were drugged.

...I wonder if they were clever enough to pick something that specifically reacts badly with necklace visions, or if it's just general sensitivity to stimuli.

>You shuffle around the bed to find a remote with some buttons
Either it's the bed adjustment control, or a call button.

>what do
Assuming we're in a hospital, try calling out. Hello? Is anyone there? See if you get a response.

If that doesn't work, try pressing the buttons, see if that brings anyone here.

You're probably not in any shape to go anywhere till the effects of whatever are out of your system, but we can talk to try and gain useful information and/or do damage control. (Maybe if the room was covered in drugs your excuse can be "I'm blind, I didn't mean to walk into that needle).

Buckwheat 2015/12/10(Thu)16:48 No. 688055 ID: 15a025
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>I wonder if they were clever enough to pick something that specifically reacts badly with necklace visions, or if it's just general sensitivity to stimuli.
You've never heard of a drug or poison that counteracts or reacts to magic before. You might just be really weak from the attack.
>Assuming we're in a hospital, try calling out. Hello? Is anyone there? See if you get a response.
You call out and ask if someone's in the room. No response.
>If that doesn't work, try pressing the buttons, see if that brings anyone here.
You push one of the buttons on the remote and the bed raises slightly, the button next to it lowers the bed down a bit.
>You're probably not in any shape to go anywhere till the effects of whatever are out of your system, but we can talk to try and gain useful information and/or do damage control.
Yeah, you feel like you'd end up falling or something if you tried to get out of bed right now.
Your ears perk up as someone opens the door and walks in.
"Oh Bailey you're finally up you sleepy head."
They sound like your boss. You ask them where this place is.
"Back on base. When I heard what happened I had you air lifted all the way out here."
To be safe you ask your boss to state the secret medical emergency code. She groans and starts singing it.
"Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy. Now I'm sure you've got plenty of questions to ask so, start shooting away here sugar cube."
What should you ask?

>You've never heard of a drug or poison that counteracts or reacts to magic before.
On second thought, if someone had taken you prisoner or knocked you out and wanted to deny you necklace help, it would be way easier to just take it from you.

>What should you ask?
What happened, how long you've been out, what cover story they used.

Did they follow up with your roommate? She apparently made the guy who's after you. Were they the ones who paid her to act as a decoy?

I'm a little confused about your boss's gender. Earlier you mentioned and I quote
>Your boss is pretending to be your uncle. He enrolled you into this college hoping you can find some kind new interest or trade as an apology for that terrible accident out at hunting camp. Can really tell he stayed up all night thinking up that one.
But then later on you start referring to your boss as female from there on:
>To be safe you ask your boss to state the secret medical emergency code. She groans and starts singing it.
Can you clarify on which gender they are or are then just gender-less/both???

Buckwheat 2015/12/11(Fri)18:19 No. 688234 ID: 15a025
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>Can you clarify on which gender they are or are then just gender-less/both???
Wops, forgot to mention you've got a few people here at the lab you refer to as boss.
>What happened, how long you've been out, what cover story they used. Did they follow up with your roommate? She apparently made the guy who's after you. Were they the ones who paid her to act as a decoy?
You start by asking what happened and how long you’ve been out.
“You’ve been out for a good two days. It’s 9:00 pm on this lovely Thursday night. As for what happened, can’t share the full details of that till yet, you need some rest for this first.”
You ask about how you’re room mate is doing and if we were the ones that hired her as a decoy?
“Your room mate has been sent out to a rehab center out in the country, but other than that she’s doing fi- wait, what’s this about a decoy?”
Sounds like the mystery just got even deeper. Sounds like there’s a third group involved in all this mess.
Now what?

>wait, what’s this about a decoy?
She was pretending to be me when I wasn't around. Claimed someone was paying her to do it. Somehow she ended up sleeping with / doing drugs with a guy who was after me, don't ask me how that works. But it's a lead you should probably follow.

(1/3) Buckwheat 2015/12/12(Sat)22:02 No. 688417 ID: 15a025
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>She was pretending to be me when I wasn't around. Claimed someone was paying her to do it. Somehow she ended up sleeping with / doing drugs with a guy who was after me, don't ask me how that works. But it's a lead you should probably follow.
You explain to the boss your room mate claimed to be a decoy hired to impersonate you and ended up getting hitch with that guy who was after you.
"Something doesn't add up here though, who else could possibly know about all this? Looks like we're going to have to send someone to interrogate her and start an investigation. Well I need to be going now, Seems like tomorrow is going to be a busier day than I thought it would. Before that though you need to take these pills."
Your boss hands you some pills and a cup of water. You pop the pills in your mouth and chug the water to help them go down easier.
"You should probably hit hay Bailey, you've got a long day ahead of you tomorrow."
You hope the pills clear the hazy feeling in your head as you lay down, say your prayers and try to sleep...

(2/3) Buckwheat 2015/12/12(Sat)22:04 No. 688418 ID: 15a025
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You start dreaming about a time you were hanging out with Candy at her father's camp, walking in the woods.
"Better watch out Candy, I'm coming to tag ya!"
"Only if you can manage to get the lead out of them legs first Bailey!"
"Candy watch out for th-!"
Candy trips over log and lands face first.
"You okay Candy?"
"Yeah I'm fine, just a few scrapes that's all."
"Y..you sure? Your face is all scratched and bleeding a bit, maybe we should head back and get you patched up."
"Nah I'm fine, really. I'm more worried about our stuff in the bag being fine honestly."
"Yeah it would be unfortunate if-"
Something starts shaking and wakes you up.

(3/3) Buckwheat 2015/12/12(Sat)22:04 No. 688419 ID: 15a025
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"Sorry for the rude awakening there Bailey but, we've got a long day ahead of ourselves. I brought you some pancakes for breakfast. Care for some syrup on them?"
Oh boy! Finally something decent to eat. You say yes to the syrup and scarf down the tasty pancakes.
"Now that you've had some rest and nourishment I think you're ready to hear the bad news. I wish there was a more subtle way to tell you this but that stuff you were injected with was some kind poison we've never seen before. When we got you here to the lab your entire right arm was deformed and just sickly looking. Looked like an entire swamp full of mosquitoes came and sucked all the blood out of it. We had to perform emergency surgery and amputate it."
You ask her how you still have a perfectly fine and working right arm then?
"Here's where things get good or bad and lead into what we're doing today. My sincerest apologizes Bailey, but we had no choice but to equip you with a modified version of the final prototype of that weapon you were originally suppose to deliver last month."
You ask exactly what the weapon is, you were never actually told as a safety measure.
"It's a bionic arm. In its current state all it can really do over a regular arm is lift way more than anyone could imagine. You could easily lift 1,000 pounds with that thing. As we do more research and collect data from your use of it, it'll be able to do more. Speaking of which, why don't we get up and head to the testing facilities and see what you can do with this thing. We can head off to the combat training room or weight room, your pick."
Wow this is a lot to take in here. You really don't know what to say or how to even respond to this. Any thoughts spooky voices?

>>688419
>all it can really do over a regular arm is lift way more than anyone could imagine. You could easily lift 1,000 pounds with that thing.
They're selling themselves crazy short there. That's insane. I'm pretty sure that much weight would reduce your shoulder bones to powder even if the arm could do it.

But yeah, Go learn to use it. You could probably at least punch people to death and throw things with gauss cannon velocity without ripping whatever the arm's attached to off of you. That's not nothing.

Geeze. Who's your next of kin or power of attorney, because I'm pretty sure you were too unconscious to agree to that. Unless you already signed something that lets them do that?

>the poison destroyed your arm and forced us to install our prototype cyber arm instead
Putting aside the horror of having your arm melt off, that sounds suspiciously like whoever attacked you knew exactly what they were doing. If they're after this tech, they took measures to make sure it gets out in the open. Much easier to grab it in the field than locked up in a lab.

>more concerns
How come you're not in horrible pain? Even with a prosthetic, you just had fairly large surgery, and phantom limb pain is the least of what you should be experiencing right now. Unless it's wired into your nervous system? But even then, you'd think there would still be an adjustment period (you'd think you'd be heading to physical therapy and rehab, not strength testing). Can you 'feel' your new arm? Move it normally? Does it have a sense of touch?

...if it is hooked up to your nervous system, how long till they have eyes that work this way?

Can you pass for normal with this, or do you have an obviously robot arm now? (And even if it's designed to look normal, the small problem that everyone here is a different animal means any covering would have to be custom tailored to match).

>You could easily lift 1,000 pounds with that thing
Um. An arm is a lever, though. Can your shoulder support 1000 pounds, or the rest of your skeleton for that matter? Unless they're reinforced the system that arm is attached to, you can't use it at full strength without risking seriously hurting yourself. Or um, ripping your arm off at the shoulder.

I think you should test out how hard you can punch or throw things before it starts to hurt, just so you know your limits.

(1/2) Buckwheat 2015/12/13(Sun)17:42 No. 688603 ID: 15a025
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>They're selling themselves crazy short there. That's insane. I'm pretty sure that much weight would reduce your shoulder bones to powder even if the arm could do it.
>But yeah, Go learn to use it. You could probably at least punch people to death and throw things with gauss cannon velocity without ripping whatever the arm's attached to off of you. That's not nothing.
A short image of your new arm braking off from lifting a giant boulder off the ground shudders its way into your mind. You'll try not to overdue the whole power arm thing here.
>Geeze. Who's your next of kin or power of attorney, because I'm pretty sure you were too unconscious to agree to that. Unless you already signed something that lets them do that?
You live pretty much alone here. Your mother still lives in the country but she's pretty sick. As for an attorney you don't have one either. You did have to sign some NDA papers when you got the job and a few other ones about emergency procedures and contact info. There's probably something in there about this.
>Putting aside the horror of having your arm melt off, that sounds suspiciously like whoever attacked you knew exactly what they were doing. If they're after this tech, they took measures to make sure it gets out in the open. Much easier to grab it in the field than locked up in a lab.
Which would also mean your life is possibly in even bigger danger than it was before all this.
>more concerns
>How come you're not in horrible pain? Even with a prosthetic, you just had fairly large surgery, and phantom limb pain is the least of what you should be experiencing right now. Unless it's wired into your nervous system? But even then, you'd think there would still be an adjustment period (you'd think you'd be heading to physical therapy and rehab, not strength testing). Can you 'feel' your new arm? Move it normally? Does it have a sense of touch?
They've probably got you drugged up to keep the pain away, though you've still got some killer headaches going on right now. Your new arm feels and works just as well as the old one did, you're amazed it even has a sense of touch. You ask the boss how this thing is setup on you.
"It was apparently insanely hard to do, but our professional doctors got it hooked up to your nervous system"
You ask why you aren't getting some time to adjust to this big change and getting some rehab and physical therapy.
"Oh honey don't worry you'll get some down time later on today but we really need to make sure this thing is working properly for you in case we need to knock you out and make adjustments on it."
You're a little more worried about this thing ending up being the death of you now. It sounds this thing was under-prepared for the situation.

(2/2) Buckwheat 2015/12/13(Sun)17:42 No. 688604 ID: 15a025
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>Can you pass for normal with this, or do you have an obviously robot arm now? (And even if it's designed to look normal, the small problem that everyone here is a different animal means any covering would have to be custom tailored to match).
You ask your boss about how this thing looks, is it obvious that it's a robotic arm?
"Nah it looks pretty real actually. Our lead designers stayed up for a good 30 hours re-working this thing into a right arm for a deer."
Well that's a slight relief.
>...if it is hooked up to your nervous system, how long till they have eyes that work this way?
You ask if eyes that work like this could be a reality sometime in your lifespan.
"It's not a long shot but nowhere close to being in our research budget right now. We're easily half a million in the whole from researching in developing this thing and we still don't have a final version to sell off yet. If this thing can kick off, or should I say punch off though, we can start doing research on bionic eyes. Well enough chit chat we gotta get going before that pain medication runs out."
You slowly climb out of the bed as a rush of pain hits your head again, it's starting to feel worse as well. As your boss guides you down the halls you notice your legs are feeling heavy as well, it starts getting hard to walk and you have to slow down.
"Don't worry we're almost there Bailey."
Almost there your butt, it took you another ten minutes to get to the weight room. A sigh of relief comes out as your seated to a chair in the room.
"Here try lifting this dumbbell sitting next to you."
You lift the weight up and start trying to do some bicep curls with it, the weight felt like nothing though and you stop after five reps. You comment on it being way to light.
"Then you realize that thing was a good eighty pounds, congrats Bailey, now try this one here out."
The dumbbell is taken away and a new one is placed on the ground by you. You lift it up again and try a few reps. It still feels incredibly light but your shoulders make an audible crack when you do the first few.
"Nice! That one weighed 160 pounds. How you feel after that one?"
You comment that it felt pretty light but your shoulders are starting hurt after that. You hear the boss writing down something.
"Alright noted, up for trying something heavier or shall we head down to the combat training room?"
You'd honestly like to get back into bed and sleep but that doesn't seem like one of your options here. What do you think spooky people?

>>688604
They don't have bionic shoulders worked out yet, don't risk it.

>up for trying something heavier?
Ask if they've done the math on a maximum safe load. At this point, it seems pretty likely this thing can lift more than your shoulder / body can safely support, if you're careless in how you use it.

What's the power source for this thing? Does it have an internal battery that needs to be charged, or generator that needs to refuel? Or is it pulling the calories it needs from you? (Which makes overusing it potentially dangerous if you can't eat like an Olympic swimmer).

>You'd honestly like to get back into bed and sleep but that doesn't seem like one of your options here. What do you think spooky people?
Uh, bed rest really sounds like the best option, but between the two given, getting some training in how to use this thing safely seems a better idea than lifting until you find the point where you hurt yourself.

Assuming they are offering some kind of training and aren't dumping a woozy and suddenly super-strong girl into a bout.

>What's the power source for this thing? Does it have an internal battery that needs to be charged, or generator that needs to refuel? Or is it pulling the calories it needs from you? (Which makes overusing it potentially dangerous if you can't eat like an Olympic swimmer).
Isn't this thing hooked up to her nervous system? Wouldn't her nerves just power this thing on it's own?

Buckwheat 2015/12/15(Tue)13:45 No. 688963 ID: 15a025
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>They don't have bionic shoulders worked out yet, don't risk it.
>Ask if they've done the math on a maximum safe load. At this point, it seems pretty likely this thing can lift more than your shoulder / body can safely support, if you're careless in how you use it.
Yeah better not over do it. You ask just exactly what is the maximum safe load on this thing?
"Honestly, we don't know how much you could safely lift at most with this thing. You're kind of our first real test subject with the arm. All our other tests were done with it wired up to a beefy computer."
>What's the power source for this thing? Does it have an internal battery that needs to be charged, or generator that needs to refuel? Or is it pulling the calories it needs from you? (Which makes overusing it potentially dangerous if you can't eat like an Olympic swimmer).
>Isn't this thing hooked up to her nervous system? Wouldn't her nerves just power this thing on its own?
You ask about how this thing get's the power to operate.
"It's got a specially made charger you'll have to use at home. Not sure how good the battery life will be on it though. If all you do is just the normal day to day activities it should last about three days before needing to be charged up. If you use it more intensely though I'm not sure how long the battery will go. Also in case you were wondering, we were able to make the charger jack pretty small and discrete so no one will really notice it. Just feel around the back of the arm and you should find it."
>Uh, bed rest really sounds like the best option, but between the two given, getting some training in how to use this thing safely seems a better idea than lifting until you find the point where you hurt yourself.
Yeah, you could kill for some rest right now. You ask the boss if you can move training to later in the day.
"It'd be best to get this done with now. As I said earlier we need to make sure the arm works or not now so we don't have to spend more money and time getting you out here again to rework it. Shall we head off to the next room?"
Might as well push on then, you really hope this thing is setup correctly so they don't need to perform an operation or whatever on you to get it fixed up.
Your boss leads you out but stops you at the door, there's someone else standing outside.
"I had a feeling you'd be in here. I've been looking for Bailey all morning and here I find her boss breaking my orders to let the poor thing rest. Why are the two of you in the weight room? Not doing any kind of heavy lifting I hope."
"Oh, uh... Doctor Gene good morning. Why did you have a feeling we'd be in here?"
"Because this prototype was only thing you talked about last night at the board room meeting. Anyway we've got no time to talk, the chief needs to speak with Bailey immediately."
"About what? Why wasn't I informed about this?"
"I'm afraid I don't know, he only told me to go get her."
"Alright then. Bailey you can go leave Doctor Gene, I'm going to head back to the lab run some more numbers on a safe load on that thing."
Your boss walks you out and storms off. Doctor Gene guides you down the hall a bit and then stops.
"Oh I'm sorry Bailey, your legs must be killing you right now from all this running around that moron made you do. Want me to wheel you down to the chief's office? It's pretty far from here."
You're not really sure honestly. It'd feel great to be wheeled around for a bit but at the same time there's no way poor Doctor Gene could push you around in a wheel chair, she's just small bunny after all. What should you do?

try walking using your arms, that way you give your legs a rest, and test out your arms.

>Honestly, we don't know how much you could safely lift at most with this thing. You're kind of our first real test subject with the arm. All our other tests were done with it wired up to a beefy computer.
Um, could we get some engineer-y types to do the math? That seems like the kind of thing you want a calculated estimate on, not the kind of thing you want to test to destruction.

(Force and torque loads on an organic system are a little bit of an unusual application, but that kind of modelling is definitely doable).

>It'd feel great to be wheeled around for a bit but at the same time there's no way poor Doctor Gene could push you around in a wheel chair, she's just small bunny after all. What should you do?
Compromise. Use your new tireless arm to turn the wheels on the chair (wheelchair bound people can be self mobile!) while she steers the chair. Just don't go too fast and brake when she says to.

Make the doctor suffer and have them push you around, not like you haven't suffered enough here.

Buckwheat 2015/12/16(Wed)13:50 No. 689195 ID: 15a025
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>try walking using your arms, that way you give your legs a rest, and test out your arms.
As fun as that sounds you'd probably get yelled at for acting unprofessional here. You'd also probably end up hurting your-self or others as well.
>Compromise. Use your new tireless arm to turn the wheels on the chair (wheelchair bound people can be self mobile!) while she steers the chair. Just don't go too fast and brake when she says to.
Oh duh! Wow, how did you not think about that. You tell Doctor Gene a wheelchair would be nice but you can just push your-self in it.
"Oh Bailey, you're always so considerate. Hang tight for a sec while I go pull one out for you."
A few moments later and the Doctor was back with a wheelchair for you.
"Now be careful with that new arm of yours, wouldn't be fun to end up pushing too hard on accident and end up flying down the hall and into a wall. Trust me, this thing's pretty power sensitive."
You keep that in mind as you just gently push the wheels and end up going nowhere. Screw it, you put more force on the wheels and end flying pretty fast but manage to safely brake.
"I warned ya. Try it again, just relax your right arm and tense the other one up and push."
Easier said than done. After a few more wild bursts down the hall you start to get the hang of it.
"So Bailey, serious question here. Did you do any kind of heavy lifting at all in the weight room?"
You tell her yes, the boss had you lift a 160 pound dumbbell with your new arm.
"Shoot. I ask as our good pal Tiffany is still running some numbers on how much you could safely lift without hurting your-self. You didn't hurt your-self at all did you?, or wait, you wouldn't really know that till later. Forgot you're still on some pretty strong pain meds."
You ask what the chief might want you for.
"Like I said I really don't know. He just sent me to get you. If you want my honest guess it's probably going to involve your thoughts on the arm and what weapons or utilities you'd like added to it."
Hmm... the idea of having some kind of concealed weapons built in your arm sounds pretty sweet. You wonder what would be useful to have?
"Well whatever it is must be important. The chief never calls anyone into his office other than high ranking faculty or criminal scum. Can I get you anything or answer any other questions real quick before I buzz you in? You might be in there for awhile so speak now or forever hold it in."

>Hmm... the idea of having some kind of concealed weapons built in your arm sounds pretty sweet. You wonder what would be useful to have?
Hmm. Kind of depends on how much room you have in there for additional hardware.

Taser-touch? The ability to knock someone out could be useful, and you've already got a battery on board.

Retractile fingertip tools could be cool. You'll never need to find a screwdriver again if you've got a swiss army knife built in.

Secure USB storage? Somewhere to hide data. (Any data storage should be just that, though, isolated and not connected to any of the on-board electronics, so it can't be used to hack your arm).

Hidden recording device?

For a ranged option, grapple hook / retractile cable?

>I ask as our good pal Tiffany is still running some numbers on how much you could safely lift without hurting your-self
At least someone is being sensible about this!

>Can I get you anything or answer any other questions real quick before I buzz you in?
I can't think of anything. I think we're good for now, thank you.

Do you know anything about the Chief your-self Bailey? What exactly is (s)he species wise? What's their job here at the lab? If not you should ask Dr. Gene. Could be helpful to know before going in.

Buckwheat 2015/12/17(Thu)12:57 No. 689356 ID: 15a025
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>Do you know anything about the Chief your-self Bailey? What exactly is (s)he species wise? What's their job here at the lab? If not you should ask Dr. Gene. Could be helpful to know before going in.
All you really know about the Chief is he's a polar bear and apparently gets really moody.
>Hmm. Kind of depends on how much room you have in there for additional hardware.
>Taser-touch? The ability to knock someone out could be useful, and you've already got a battery on board.
That does sound pretty cool and seems like the most plausible thing they could add.
>Retractile fingertip tools could be cool. You'll never need to find a screwdriver again if you've got a swiss army knife built in.
Having some fingers in general sounds kind of cool but it could take some getting used to.
>Secure USB storage? Somewhere to hide data. (Any data storage should be just that, though, isolated and not connected to any of the on-board electronics, so it can't be used to hack your arm).
That would make delivering documents a lot easier. You wouldn't have to worry about losing some papers to the wind or end up seeing them burn up in a house fire. Man that night really sucked...
>Hidden recording device?
You defiantly help you out in class when it comes to sneaking out some voice notes.
>For a ranged option, grapple hook / retractile cable?
On paper that sounds like a great idea but you aren't so sure you'd be able to utilize them very well right now.
>Can't think of anything. Think we're good for now, thank you.
You tell Dr. Gene you're fine and that she can buzz you in.
"She's all yours now Chief!"
You hear door slowly open and you wheel in. The door slams shut once you're in the room. It's freezing cold in here!
"Come on in miss Brasshoof. No need to be shy."
You wheel up closer until you end up bumping into a desk or something.
"Help me break the ice here, how do you like your job as being our courier?"
You tell the Chief you've liked it so far, other than that one night it's been pretty interesting.
"Glad to hear that. It's hard to find someone to do all this running around now days. So how are you enjoying your new arm?"
You tell him it feels just like your old one.
"Splendid! Just what we were aiming for."
For being known as a moody guy, the Chief actually sounds like a jolly guy. You ask him what he needed you for.
"Ah, you're the kind who likes to cut to the chase then, very well. I've got a small favor to ask of you that involves are little secret arm. Care to hear me out?"
You tell him sure.
"I need you and Dr. Gene to head way out into to the woods and meet with a buddy of mine out at his cabin. What it is you'll be doing out there you might ask? He's going to help you learn how to fight with that new arm of yours and how to use it properly. In return I'm willing to make sure your poor mother gets the real medical help she needs. I could also start funding research for a cure to her disease."
You ask how long you'd be out in the woods for should you go?
"You'd be out there for 3 weeks. Should you go you'll leave first thing Monday morning."
Wow, a whole month out in the woods? You're not so sure here but it'd be amazing if a cure or something was found for your poor mother. You ask the Chief how this helps him out?
"My pal is pretty good with computers and stuff, he'll be sending data from your arm to us as well as his opinion on it as well. This info can help us start making a final version of the bionic arm or develop some kind of upgrade to the prototype. Sound good?"
Should you go out to the woods and train, spooky people?

There's going to be an outlet at his cabin to charge your arm, right?I'd say go, but make sure Candy know's you'll be going somewhere, and get something like a doctor's note for school.

>Having some fingers in general sounds kind of cool but it could take some getting used to.
You... don't have fingers? What, do you have hoof hands? I'd think that would make writing or hand using in general difficult. (Still, regardless of hand shape, small retractable tools would work on the same idea).

>Should you go out to the woods and train, spooky people?
What's the cover story going to be back at the school? You don't want people worrying that you dropped off the face of the earth.

Um, does this training allow for a rehab and recovery period for the arm? So far as you can tell, you're fine now, but you are on a lot of drugs. You might be in worse shape, come daylight.

This cabin isn't out of communication range, is it? If the people after you and/or the arm manage to find you, we want to be able to call for help / backup, not be trapped and cut off. (Maybe you need a sat-phone).

I'd say you should probably accept, though. Learning how to defend yourself and properly use your new arm is a good idea, even before considering the payment he's offering you.

Make mother your proud and go!

Buckwheat 2015/12/18(Fri)12:37 No. 689481 ID: 15a025
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>You... don't have fingers? What, do you have hoof hands? I'd think that would make writing or hand using in general difficult. (Still, regardless of hand shape, small retractable tools would work on the same idea).
Do the deer in the spooky people's world have fingers? Man they're so lucky. Having hooves is another reason you just use a typewriter vs writing everything out. You've gone through countless rolls of duct tape through the years trying to pick things up. Thankfully a lot of your stuff has straps that it can be carried by or good old magic magnets work as well.
>There's going to be an outlet at his cabin to charge your arm, right?
That's a really good question, you ask the Chief if the cabin has anywhere you could plug the arm in and charge it.
"Yeah he's got power out there. Just a tip though, you're going to want to charge it overnight. This beast needs a lot of energy to hit a full charge."
>What's the cover story going to be back at the school? You don't want people worrying that you dropped off the face of the earth.
>I'd say go, but make sure Candy know's you'll be going somewhere, and get something like a doctor's note for school.
Another good point. You ask the Chief what your excuse/cover story for school will be.
"Oh yeah, I forgot you were on leave at a college because of that one incident. I personally love a good sob story every now and then. I'll tell your teachers you're in the ER in very critical condition."
What no, you don't want people to start thinking you're going to die or barely live you ask for something more close to the truth.
"Ah have some fun. No? Alright then, how about saying you're in the ER after being saved from a lethal injection? That's pretty close to what actually happened."
Well, it's better than the other one. You agree.
"Any other questions miss Brasshoof?"
>Um, does this training allow for a rehab and recovery period for the arm? So far as you can tell, you're fine now, but you are on a lot of drugs. You might be in worse shape, come daylight.
You ask about a rehab and recovery period during all this as well.
"You sure know how to ask good questions, I like that. Anyway that's partly why Dr. Gene is coming with you."
Well that's a relief.
>I'd say you should probably accept, though. Learning how to defend yourself and properly use your new arm is a good idea, even before considering the payment he's offering you.
Yeah some proper self defense skills seem like they're going to go a long way here. Candy's not around now to save your skin again. You agree to go on the trip.
"Thanks a ton miss Brasshoof! This is really going to help us make the final version of our bionic arm. I'll see you Monday morning, 6 am sharp. Until then rest up and listen do anything Dr. Gene tells you."
A buzzer goes off and Doctor Gene comes in.
"Dr. Gene pack your bags, you and miss Brasshoof here are going on a month log trip to the cabin Monday morning."
"Seriously, you tell me this at almost the last moment? You realize that means dropping everyone's appointments and all research for that time as well? That I've got to pack a month's worth the supplies in a day and a half?"
You hear the Chief slam something on his desk.
"Yeah and I don't want any sass about this. I can easily get someone else to take care of that stuff while you're away.
"Yeah well you're doubling my pay for that month or you can kiss my fuzzy cotton tail goodbye."
"Doubling your pay for an entire month! That's ridicules! Wait, did...did you say you'll quit?"
"I will walk out of this lab right now and never come back. Have fun finding someone else with even half of my experience or skill in this field."
"Shoot, now that's just playing dirty. Very well, I'll double your pay. Now quit wasting time and start getting ready. I've got a lot a schedule re-arranging to do now and you've got a load to start packing."
You and Dr. Gene leave the Chief's office and start heading back to your room.
"Ah man what a lucky break for me here. Doubled pay and a nice quiet trip in the woods for a month. I owe you a big thanks for taking up this favor for the Chief, I've been dying for a vacation for awhile now."
You ask about all the stuff she's got to hand off to someone else now.
"Oh Tiffany and Andr- Tiffany can take care of all this stuff, she's been really wanting to get away from this whole bionic arm project for awhile. Not that this thing isn't important and all but helping out the sick and wounded should be a higher priority for us. Well hey let's get you back into bed, you're going to need a lot of rest for when Monday comes."
Yeah you're getting pretty tired from all this running around and making big plans. You climb out of the wheelchair and roll into bed. Ah does it ever feel good to lay down.
"See you later this evening Bailey. I'm going to bring you over to the therapy room after dinner."
You say thanks and good-bye and start drifting off into a nice slumber.

>Do the deer in the spooky people's world have fingers?
We're actually descended from apes. I guess I was making invalid assumptions about how anthropomorphized you were.