Welcome to Montreal, circa 2027! It is a time of great innovation, but also chaos and conspiracy. Humanity has begun to merge with the machines it created, through cybernetics, nanotechnology and advanced neuroscience allowing us to understand the deepest secrets of the human soul. Of course, none of that is your business since you're just a sous-chef in a fancy downtown restaurant.Or you were, until your boss in the kitchen was found shot dead in a cyborg hate crime and the job has gone to you in the interrim.But first, are you a boy or a girl?a) Boy.b) Girl.
>>31104083>But first, are you a boy or a girl?[x] a) Boy..
>>31104083B) GirlWe all know how this works
>>31104083half boy half grill
>>31104193He was born half boy, half grill. He learned to use his powers to fight vegetarianism. He is Grillman, master of the barbecue!
>>31104083>b) GrillWe're a chef, god damn it, we've gotta look the part.
>>31104083Modular. We can install whatever sex parts we need.
>>31104146>>31104149>>31104167>>31104250>>31104272A girl it is! But the service industry has a very wide range of people working in it.You are:a) A young chef and possibly a prodigy (18-24).b) Average but lucky (25-35).c) An experienced oldtimer in the kitchen (35-45).Age will determine starting skills and the speed from which you'll heal from cybersurgery and learn new skills.
>>31104317>a) A young chef and possibly a prodigy (18-24).The best.
>>31104317>A) a young chef and possibly a prodigyBoth the healing and learning will be quicker the younger we are, so what's to lose?
>>31104317A. Why spend time learning when we can download that shit?
>>31104317A) Young with potential is the only way to live in a new and ever-changing world of cybernetics
>>31104351We might run out of space and then get spooky nosebleeds and have to talk to dolphins
>>31104317>a) A young chef and possibly a prodigy (18-24)
>>31104317>Average but luckyWhen the customer with the cranial bomb comes in luck will be the deciding factor in whether or not we can disarm it.
>>31104317d) ancient cyberloli (71-101)
>>31104317>b) Average but lucky (25-35).
>>31104317a) A young chef and possibly a prodigy (18-24).
>>31104384Fuck "disarming" it. Thermally shocked brain matter is the next thing in molecular gastronomy!
For the purposes of keeping things sane, each stage of voting will last 10 minutes while we're on chargen.
>>31104366That sounds amazing! We could cook the dolphins fish and then they wouldn't rape us.
>>31104407That can be our assistant. Make her a heavy drinker too, like pic related.
>>31104407>101>born in 1926I don't think that'll work.
>>31104484That's a good point. If we're twentysomething, we were born in right about the present day. So we have to give ourselves a name that's the sort of name that stupid parents are giving their children right now, like Madison or Mackenzie, or Khaleesi.
>>31104484Why not? Cybernetically restaurated 20s bohème and constantly humming a tune that made grown men on submarines weep.Well, she'd have grown up looking up to people like that, dreaming to have that style one day.
>>31104655Not edgy enough. If we're going with cyberpunk, our character needs to have some kind of street name made of testosterone and fuck you.
>>31104707We can have a street name and an embarrassing real name. Our parents weren't cyberpunk.
>>31104333>>31104349>>31104351>>31104363>>31104369>>31104410You are a young chef and possibly a prodigy, relatively new to the service industry but fast-learning and helped along by good mentors. Young and impressionable, you've been molded by a very small set of experiences in life.To begin, your family were:a) Old money wealth. You might have spent time overseas going to a fancy culinary institute.b) New money people in business or high-paying STEM careers. You probably went to a nice culinary institute here in Montreal or another city in the region, like New York.c) Working class jerkoffs. You probably went to the local hospitality schools.d) A poor kid who had to scrape and wheel and deal just to get through highschool. You might have not even gone to cooking school.
>>31104778C) Not a rich and uppity douchbag but plenty underdevolped in terms of streetknowledge
>>31104778Old money wealth
>>31104778>d) A poor kid who had to scrape and wheel and deal just to get through highschool. You might have not even gone to cooking school.
>>31104778>d) A poor kid who had to scrape and wheel and deal just to get through highschool. You might have not even gone to cooking school.We'll have connections from the streets. We're a hustler.
>>31104778>c) Working class jerkoffs. You probably went to the local hospitality schools.
>>31104778A. We're gonna have to fight The Man eventually; he might as well be our daddy.
>>31104778Middle class, got a scholarship
>>31104778D. If we're going to survive in the cyberpunk-era corporatist economy, being able to lie, cheat, steal, swindle, blackmail, and use every other dirty trick in the book is going to be WAY more important than actually being able to do our job.
>>31104844I actually intentionally didn't give a middle class option because hurr cyberpunk income inequality.
>>31104778Either>d) A poor kid who had to scrape and wheel and deal just to get through highschool. You might have not even gone to cooking school.Without parents being accountable, we grew up cooking for a family of siblings and grandparents; these are the foundations of our current skills.Or>b) New money people in business or high-paying STEM careers. You probably went to a nice culinary institute here in Montreal or another city in the region, like New York.Parents/grandparents got in on the ground floor of the cybernetics boom, so we have some windfall and possibly free 'ware.
>>31104778c-d) Adopted orphan grown up in a hopeless flower shop in the worst part of town.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xPq6W1EoIc
>>31104778D. For connections to various runners, fixers, cleaners, dealers, and street docs. We read the pulse of the shadows, and when those in the shadows of the corps want a good home-cooked meal they know where to go. Us.
>>31104778this poor option >>31104869
>>31104778Great wealth should be rolled on a percentile
>>31104816>>31104833>>31104858>>31104863>>31104869>>31104936>>31104956>>31104966You grew up in a poor house with one parent, one grandparent and shitton of siblings. Your income and mom's welfare checks barely covered expenses, so you had to eat at home basically all of the time.It's not all bad, though. You're fit from doing lots of manual labor, pretty good at managing the chaos of a lot of siblings. The odd jobs, not all of which were legal, have left you with a broad set of skills and a lot of contacts.While you did dabble in the shadows a little, you had a single experience that shook you up and made you decide to try for a safe, straight-living life in a kitchen. It was:a) Your first run went bad and you got badly injured. Whatever happened has left you with some scars and a little more plastic on your bones than most girls.b) A few jobs in and the heat on your team got too high. After one of your teammates got killed in his own apartment, you had a friend bleach your records and quit the life.c) You were living the high life as a successful, young operative in the legal gray, but you got involved with a member of your team. Mixing work and play is never smart, but it got them killed. When that happened, you were done.
>>31105404>AWhat's the point of living in the advanced future if you aren't at least a little cybered out?
>>31105404>a) Your first run went bad and you got badly injured. Whatever happened has left you with some scars and a little more plastic on your bones than most girls.Though all of the options were compelling, this is best.
>>31105404>a) Your first run went bad and you got badly injured. Whatever happened has left you with some scars and a little more plastic on your bones than most girls.
>>31105404C. Limbs can always be replaced, but the death of a friend has a lasting impact that makes a better motivation for leaving the shadows.
Rolled 2, 2, 5 = 9>>31105404>a) Your first run went bad and you got badly injured. Whatever happened has left you with some scars and a little more plastic on your bones than most girls.
b) A few jobs in and the heat on your team got too high. After one of your teammates got killed in his own apartment, you had a friend bleach your records and quit the life.
>>31106097I'm willing to wait a little longer for something that's this awesome.
>>31105445>>31105459>>31105464>>31105506>>31105570>>31105575>>31105604Your first job went bad, and that was that for you. One moment you're running a bag of stolen SSDs loaded with Google paydata, next moment you're on the floor short a lot of blood with your back shredded by shrapnel. The wounds eventually healed up fine and the scars are hidden by clothing, but had to get some cyberware to compensate for some serious damage.In the end, you had to get:a) Replacement eardrums. The blast pressure shredded your ear canal and would have left you deaf and crippled. Luckily the replacements give you better than normal balance, resistance to loud noises and internal comms.b) A replacement arm, which you've customized with a few aftermarket parts in the few years since. It's pretty great that employment insurance here in Quebec covers cyberlimbs or you'd be shit out of luck.c) Your eyes got ruined by shrapnel, requiring cybernetics. They're shiny and give you a lot of useful options but some people are unnerved by them.d) Your spine was damaged beyond repair, requiring you get some cutting edge neuroprosthetics and spinal reinforcements. Fiber-optic wires running up and down your ceramic spine give you superhuman reflexes, but not senses, strength or coordination. You also have ports in your neck to plug directly into a lot of machinery.
>>31106156>d) Your spine was damaged beyond repair, requiring you get some cutting edge neuroprosthetics and spinal reinforcements. Fiber-optic wires running up and down your ceramic spine give you superhuman reflexes, but not senses, strength or coordination. You also have ports in your neck to plug directly into a lot of machinery.Transhuman for the win
>>31106156a) a Chef with extreme superhuman balance just clicks with me
>>31106156>a) Replacement eardrums. The blast pressure shredded your ear canal and would have left you deaf and crippled. Luckily the replacements give you better than normal balance, resistance to loud noises and internal comms.>b) A replacement arm, which you've customized with a few aftermarket parts in the few years since. It's pretty great that employment insurance here in Quebec covers cyberlimbs or you'd be shit out of luck.
>>31106156>b) A replacement arm, which you've customized with a few aftermarket parts in the few years since. It's pretty great that employment insurance here in Quebec covers cyberlimbs or you'd be shit out of luck.
GIMME THE D.Er, I mean, the spinal reinforcements.
>>31106156>that's what you get for messing with GoogleJeez, all these sound good, but I'm gonna have to go with C.
>>31106156>d) Your spine was damaged beyond repair, requiring you get some cutting edge neuroprosthetics and spinal reinforcements. Fiber-optic wires running up and down your ceramic spine give you superhuman reflexes, but not senses, strength or coordination. You also have ports in your neck to plug directly into a lot of machinery.
>>31106156>b)How can a chef not want this?
That's one vote for A, two votes for B, one swing vote for A or B, one vote for C and three votes for D.Since I want to make as many people happy as possible, I'll go for both B and D.Any requests for the limb in particular while I write the next phase?
>>31106193I don't think it's "extreme superhuman," just better than normal. Like maybe an olympic gymnast?
>>31106393i fucking love you
>>31106393LEFT!Our spatula attachment is on the left.
>>31106387Whelp, this came up RIGHT after I decided. Previous post stands, though.
>>31106393Arm could use a lighter built into it, not only for coolness but for relighting piolit lights on old shitty stoves
>>31106393A blowtorch in the arm, great for cooking..... and other stuff.
>>31106393Left arm, duh.
>>31106393Cutting-Edge technology in the arm prosthetic. Meaning kitchen knives at te ready.
>>31106461Can't forget the thermometer or the reservoir for "frosting."Definitely not there to spray acid, officer. It's just for... Frosting. Lots and lots of frosting.
>>31106156A cyberarm with all the basic cooking tools. Spatula, paring knife, cleaver, thermometer, monofilament wire in the middle finger, reservoir for various concentrated marinades (and one with pure cap, useful for spicing things up or blinding unsuspecting hoods), the works. Chefs arm baby, can't go wrong with it.
>>31106656>>31106656Yeah, that's not bad. But acid is pretty weak as a weapon and rather inefficient.I would suggest a jet injector used for instant-marinading food with a plethora of handy sauces an solutions as cover for an injector capable of planting toxins, bacteria or transmitters
The run on Google went sour. There you were with a sack of SSDs loaded with paydata, about to get into the van when security mechs air-dropped on either side of it and shot it full of 20mm HEAT rounds. You turned and started running just in time to not get shredded and incinerated by the blast, and blacked out while contemplating the smell of your own burnt flesh. Your team hauled you out on the backup escape vehicle, mostly because your left arm was fused to the loot cases and they didn't want to risk damaging those. You lost the arm, your spine and a bit of your skull, but your share of the data paid for replacements, a new spine, some wires connecting to your brain and a fancy new arm. You're not exactly superhuman, but the jet-black CNT muscle corded along your left arm isn't just for show- one of your favorite party tricks is crushing cans into little balls one-handed, and you snuck a few tools into your fingertips and forearm (never know when you might need a candy thermometer, amirite?). Plus the wires in your brain let you do a lot more and multitask in ways that others can't, and you're probably the only person who can program the damn protein spindle. Just keep that nanoceramic blade on the down-low until you get your license, alright? Finally, what's your name? What do you call yourself when people ask where you're from?a) I come from Montreal, since this city is where I live and where I feel alive.b) I come from Quebec, since my family has roots here and I'm part of a distinct culture.c) I come from Canada, since I know that while shit is bad here, megacorps have pretty much taken over other parts of the world. At least parts of the Fed is still looking out for us.d) I consider myself [suggestion]-Canadian, since I don't really have roots here but this place is home now.The selection of the above will influence language and regional knowledge skills. Voting will be 20 minutes long this time.
>>31107067Being Australian I have no idea what any of those votes mean, or what sort of name would be even remotely appropriate.
>>31107067Just call me Chef, also B)
>>31107167I know B will mean the MC will likely know french, but other than that, no clue either.
>>31107067>MontrealI know almost nothing about Canada, but at least I haven't heard bad things about Montreal (unlike Quebec).
>>31107167I think B will mean that you are a french-wannabe asshole. Other than that, I know nada (Also Aussie)
>>31107067A, I guess. Don't know dick about Canadian culture.
Cyberpunk in Canada?Moar like we fled Detroit by swimming across the river into Windsor.
>>31107067>d) I consider myself [Indian]-Canadian, since I don't really have roots here but this place is home now.
>>31107067I'll say C. Girl travels around, gathering skills, knowledge, and techniques from chefs all over the land. But now she's ready to settle down and start her own joint and make a name for herself.
>>31107067d) I consider myself Austro-Canadian, since I don't really have roots here but this place is home now.We have life-long experience with being the little state nobody cares for next to the important one.
Alright, I'll delay voting just a tic to explain this.Montreal is an extremely metropolitan city and an important inland port in the Canadian province of Quebec. While the rest of the province is almost entirely Francophone, Montreal has a very large number of immigrants and a fairly strong Anglophone community. Bilingualism is very de-rigeur."Montrealers" tend to be more Anglophone, people who live in the city but consider themselves "Quebecois" are more Francophone.
>>31107279...option D totally was an excuse for brown girls, by the way.
>>31107310Then we're definitely Montrealers.
>>31107341Why do we need an excuse?
>>31107067>a) I come from Montreal, since this city is where I live and where I feel alive.
>>31107341I'm >>31107167 and I will happily vote for brown-Canadian.
>>31107341Delicious brown girls are delicious. But we don't need excuses, parents could have been brown, or she might have a healthy tan.
>>31107341Braunau girls, you mean, right?>>31107388Yes, brown uniforms and lockstep.
>>31107067I'm >>31107247 and also say we go beautiful brown babe.
Alright, so it's decided! Final chargen choice coming up. I'll have some names on offer to pick from to make this simpler.
>>31107341I just like indian food.
>>31107531If we're going to be indian than we can tap into their mythology for naming. I don't know too much about it, but for instance we can call ourselves Asura or Rakshasi. They weren't the nicest beings around.
>>31107647i'll second Asura
So (probably Indian) Brown-Canadian Montrealler?I'd recommend having a traditional name and a more-easily-spoken-by-westerners altname
>>31107647Annapurna would be the greatest name. Or like just Purna, or something.
>>31107730>looked it upYou're right! In Sanskrit it means "full of food" and is the name of the kitchen goddess. Thanks anon!
You consider yourself a Montrealer first and speak mostly English. Your French is nothing to sneer at, though your accent is faint and you sometimes struggle to remember certain words. It's been a few years since high school, after all.For the most party you sort of blend in and stand out, wavy drown brown hair, light brown eyes that you share with your mother and skin that's ruddy but slightly dark from your long-gone father. He was the kid of Indian immigrants in Australia she met while she was living out in Vancouver, but you speak neither the language your grandparents brought with them there nor English with his accent. They visited a few times, though, and seem to kind of like you. Grandad even gave you a name in his language just for the two of you.Your name is:a) Sharise Kashi "Cleaver" Vieth. 'Cause nobody fucks with a girl called Cleaver.b) Anna Amala "Asura" St Pierre. Because if you have it in your blood you might as well appropriate a little.c) Eva Kali "EK" Benson. Sounds kind of Biblical, with a touch of deadly funeral ground goddess in the mix for good measure.
>>31107776Also, it carries the benefit of being shortened to "Anna" for people who can't pronounce it/hate foreigners.
>>31107795A, but Annapurna instead of Sharise.
>>31107795Anna St PierreIf we're feeling particularly Indian we claim it's short for Annapurna >>31107730 , but that's a lie
>>31107730>>31107776>>31107807Seconding this, this is great.
>>31107795I think Cleaver is the best nickname for her. It is both referencing a tool of the trade and badass.
OP, you gone?
You are Annapurma "Cleaver" St-Pierre, Anna on all the official papers. 22 years old, with no formal education after high school. You've worked a lot of odd jobs and even broken a few laws to get where you are now in life, although you've held straight ever since your first real run on a company. Things went sour and you're about 15% plastic and ceramic by weight now, and put that part of your life behind you.Now you're head chef at the Le Gros Coq (or The Big Rooster) after the old kitchen manager was killed in a cyborg hate crime. Now it's up to you, and there's a chance the same people who attacked him might come after you next. Are you a bad enough cyborg to cook at Le Gros Coq?Current sheet here: http://pastebin.com/EvrpYYcN
>>311077953we're a Sous Chef.Our name should be Respected!, and our chef-bitches best know to do their jobs, else we have to correct them.
>>31108453>Le Gros Coq?oh, anon.
>>31108504Just imagine the taglines for a restaurant like that.>"Oh boy, I can't wait to get that Gros Coq inside me!"
It's your first day at work since the promotion and you're busy doing prep in the kitchen while the owner is running around town going on about how things aren't going to change even if the chefs are. Things are going pretty smoothly since you've worked with all of these people before and you can at least go through the motions.Still, there remains the issue of your menu:a) Which you're keeping the same, for tonight, at least.b) Which you're going to totally revamp with your own personal style. (Make a suggestion.)c) Which you're going to keep the same but maybe throw in one dish you always wanted to to ease the customers into your new style. (Make a suggestion.)
>>31108573C) if anything will keep us with some cash its not drastically changing the menu, but we need to assert ourself as the boss, so we gotta make SOME changes
>>31108573>a) Which you're keeping the same, for tonight, at least. I don't think changing the menu over night is a good idea. I don't think that would make the regulars happy. Thou we'll have to make some changes, probably. Maybe throw in some indian if there aren't any.
>>31108573C, though I would like to know what kind of cuisine this establishment already serves, so as to offer something from another tradition that they may enjoy.
>>31108573C.Le petite coq. A small, flavorful chicken dish with a strawberry sauce.
>>31108573If I knew anything about cooking it would be c), but I know precisely jack shit.Therefore a)I guess we're a little nervous, stepping up to head chef.Also Gros Coq, really?
>>31108621Also as the suggestion for what to change it, i vote french american instead of high flying french
>>31108681A thick, salty white sauce would be better with petite coq.
You brought this on yourself, OP.
cA squid ink pasta linquini with calamari and sea cucumber sashimi served with a coconut orange reduction.
>>31108895That way it is inspired by classical European cooking, but has a flair of its own. The knife work should be really easy for you.
>>31108691Don't diss my big roosters, anon.>>31108826And I regret nothing.After some consideration you decide that you're better off holding true to the menu for tonight, throwing in something of your own as 'the chef's special' if anyone asks for it. Le Gros Coq is a pretty high class steakhouse/gastropub, combining a solid backbone dry aged prime cuts of beef perfectly seared and minimally seasoned with an array of ultra-modern sculpted proteins fresh off the spindle. The favorite menu items are a space-and-turf consisting of steak and what you at one point lovingly dubbed 'fuckin' astronaut food', consisting of sculpture and spheroids with odd textures and interesting tastes.Give the people what they want and then see if there's anything they don't /know/ they want yet, you figure is a good way to go about things.
>>31108573>C)Let's cook food from our dad's side, somethining cool like chili paneer
(cont.)Night comes and you switch into your pale-grey short-sleeved chef's uniform, with the restaurant insignia embroidered along the collar in red. Underneath that, you're wearing a basically full-body leotard designed to keep you cool and comfortable through the evening rush hour, and a pair of comfortable and practical flats. Tights are basically as common as pants these days anyway, so no one will mind.The quiet routine of the afternoon quickly moves to the controlled chaos of the evening dinner rush. Even without you, most of these people would be able to do their jobs, although you're here to hold it all together.Your first night goes...Roll 1d20. Social + Cooking are the relevant skill here.Highest of first three roll decides outcome.
Also, my bad for not being clearer earlier on when it came to the restaurant planning. This is my first quest and it probably shows.
Rolled 3>>31109073Let's see here...
Rolled 15>>31109073doing our best here, first day on the new job, let's not fuck ourselves over
>>31108933A steakhouse/gastropub (should be ASTROpub, but whatever). I like it.I've just realised, what with it being a french-speaking part of the world, the name makes more sense. The Big Rooster sounds like a nice place to enjoy a sunday lunch or a family celebration.Just not used to seeing that sort of place with a french name (britbong over here)Mostly cultured meat, not dirtside, right?
>>31109138well my luck is good
Rolled 15 + 7>>31109073>>31109101Don't sweat it, you're doing decent so far; it'll get better with practice.
>>31109138Good job oh roller of the crit!
Rolled 9>>31109073Rolling (dough)
>>31109138wow we got really lucky there
>>31109129>>31109138>>31109142Your first night is a rousing success, easily one of the best the restaurant has had in year. No returned dishes, no emergency fixes, no equipment breakdowns. Things eventually quiet down by 10 PM and you all have a quick drink with your staff, easing your nerves. Not wanting to be crowded too much, you excuse yourself by taking a quick smoke break out out in the alley.The streetside is rainy and cool, the air smelling faintly of dirt and grease, but even that doesn't keep you from enjoying the breath of fresh air. Your fleshy hand is wrinkled from washing and stained from the night's work. You let out a satisfied sigh, fidgeting around your clothes for your phone to check your mail.Something white pokes out of the corner of your vision"You did good tonight, Anna." The owner, Martin Belanger, seems to be handing you a hand-rolled cigarette. He's a likeable guy in his fourties and a lot older than you, but well-preserved and with one of those classically masculine faces that are pretty rare these days. The only strike against him is that he keeps his greying hair in that Ryan Macklemore style that's probably an affectation from back when he was younger."When Frederic was killed I was worried it'd be it for the restaurant, you know. I own a few places, I know, but I love Le Gros Coq." He looks over and smiles. "And I want to keep the vision alive for as long as I can."You look back at him and say:a) "Thanks, but I don't smoke. It means something to hear that from you."b) "Thanks man, but I don't smoke 'these'."c) "I'm just here to make bread, Martin. I'll keep doing the job, though."d) "Whatever. I just want to get paid like Frederic, and maybe a little extra as insurance in case some Humanity First ass-shits decide to put me under the knife."
>>31109521He loves gros coq, eh? a) "Thanks, but I don't smoke. It means something to hear that from you."
>>31109521A) Show we have compasion for those who care for us
>>31109521>Ryan Macklemore style Comedy gold
>>31109521>a) "Thanks, but I don't smoke. It means something to hear that from you."
>Goes for smoke break, doesn't smoke
>>31109521>a) "Thanks, but I'm a strictly e-cig girl. It means something to hear that from you."By taking a smoke break, I thought we did smoke.
Rolled 2>>31109521We don't smoke?a) It's good to hear"Thanks Martin. You keep the cig. Trying to cut down."
>>31109611Thats why I'm voting for us not smoking.I
>>31109642This seems resonable
To be fair we might just want some air.Finishing at 10PM is a bit more odd really, for a chef.
>>31109764yeah i was going to mention that point, but the future is a weird place
>>31109553>>31109572>>31109591>>31109642>>31109650>>31109737You shake your head and smile back. Normally you don't actually smoke and had just made the excuse to go out, although you have used nicotine now and then to take the edge off. "Thanks Martin, but I'm strictly an e-cig girl. It still means something to hear that from you.""They're made by the same people who still sell regular cigarettes and have all the same shit in them." Martin looks at you curiously, before shrugging. "Roll your own or buy from the natives. It's cheaper and less bad for you.""I should prolly keep that in mind. Thanks for sharing." You look out to the street as a car zooms by and back to the bit of rolled paper. "Never thought of you as someone who's that corp-conscious, though.""I was born before 'corp' was common parlance." He smiles a little wistfully, before furrowing his brow as he continues. "Shit yeah I'm 'corp-conscious', the way le monde is these days is rotten."He lets out a sigh and shuffles the cigarette away, looking back at you. "It's why a kid like you needs to do well. Show them that people can still make it, and it's /in spite/ of their system. Not because of it."You nod, and answer:a) "Heh. That feels like really high praise for some reason."b) "Sometimes it feels like it might never change, though. You think it's worth a shot?"c) "I tried fighting it once. Didn't work out so well."d) "You sound like a revolutionary. Where do I sign up to fight?"
>>31109521>>31110115Oh gosh, I can't even into namefag.
>>31110115>a) "Heh. That feels like really high praise for some reason."
>>31109764>>31109791A couple places around here have those hours. Nightlife runs pretty late in the city, and it's unlikely that'd change.>>31109611>>31109642I was figuring it was just an excuse to get out, but this is also fine.
>>31110197I meant it's bloody early mate.No half decent restaurant near me closes until about 11/midnight, and then you have to clean/prep for the next day.b) "True. Hardly looks like it's going to change though"
>>31110408Oh, fair enough. I didn't intend for this to be the end of the restaurant scene anyway.
>>31110408I'll go with this.
>>31110408>>31110550"True. Hardly looks like it's going to change though." You say a little coldly, pushing a bit of hair out of your eyes."When I was young, the world I lived in felt like it was going to last forever." Martin replies, slipping the cigarette to his mouth and fidgeting around for a lighter. "I... hmm. Have a light?"You casually reach over and produce a light from your middle finger, which he leans over to light on."Thanks." He mutters, sniffling. "The world only looks like it's going to last forever. I was born around the time that communism was falling apart the first time around. Before that, people thought the Cold War was going to last as long as humanity would- either very long or not very long at all.""Anyway." He presses the tip of the cigarette against a stained red brick wall and shuffles it back into his pocket for later, stepping into the doorway. "I'm going to check around quick and head out to some of the bars I have downtown. You're in charge until then."He shoots another smile and nods. "Enjoy the break, but remember you're on the clock for another hour."
(cont.)"Later Martin."You check your smartwatch for a moment and note the time and adjust your clothes, as the chill air begins to change from refreshing to faintly uncomfortable. You could probably dawdle around for a little while longer and check messages, or run around the block to see what's up.Eventually you decide to:a) Run around the block. It won't be too long, right?b) Check your messages.c) Head inside. You can't afford to fuck around now.
>>31111147>b) Check your messages.
>>31111147Always good to keep up with what our friends are up to. Especially sense said friends work in the criminal underworld.
>>31111147>c) Head inside. You can't afford to fuck around now.
Hmm, we have a tie right now.Anyway, just going to say I'm crashing in about 30 minutes. Might have enough time for one most post cycle. Was fun so far, though!
>>31111313Glad you're having fun, It's nice to play the cook instead of the runner for a change.
Alright, that's it for the night. If there's a tie-breaker vote by morning you'll have your reply.
>>31111147C, head inside. Suggestion: create a twitter to track and give a schedule for this quest.