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>4:30 A.M September 19, 2073
'Franky, baby you gotta stop with these wild night' You think to yourself as you stretch within your Troll sized bed. Getting out of bed the first thing you do is head for the bathroom and perform your regiment. A half hour later you are out of the bathroom and into one of your 4 other suits, this one a little bit old school tailored and fitted to look like a suit out of Japan. You finish with your tie and look in the mirror giving a toothy grin. Heading out of your Employee designated apartment you head onto the shuttle to work at Ares Plaza. Upon stepping of the bus your commlink chirps with a new message from your Circle.
>For the meeting tonight, a special gust from Ares Europe will be coming to give a presentation on Foci matenince. You will be allowed to leave the office at 6 for tonight's meeting. See you there Brother.
You smile a bit, this Ares Wage Mage Circle was a nice excuse to leave work, but the meeting themselves were mostly for Magicians, while many of the adepts such as yourself would talk amongst yourselves about how you kept in shape and used your powers over the week. The shame was you couldn't even really relate to many of these guys either, considering that most of them were physical adpets who worked in Corp Sec.

As you snap out of your thoughts you find yourself in your Cube sitting down with a heavy sigh, Sam giving you the weirdest look
"Frank, you alright. Did you hear me?"
>"Yeah Sam. That was some weird stuff last night."
>"Yeah Sam. I'm glad to hear your folks are doing good"
>"Sorry Sam. Was zoned out for a while there."

Also for got the archive link:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Wage%20Slave%20Quest

>>29417344
>>"Sorry Sam. Was zoned out for a while there."

>>29417344
>"Sorry Sam. Was zoned out for a while there."
Maybe she'll express her worry for us.

Oh boy. More quests. Great.

>>29417411
Writing up

"Sorry Sam, I was zoned out for awhile." You say as you shake your head and rub your temples.

"Frank are you ok? Did that skank do something to your head last night?" Sam moves over and leans a hand on your shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze, though you hardly feel it.

"No, no. Just a lot on my mind. I have a have a meeting with my Circle tonight and I just rather not go."

"Really? I think it would be cool to get out of work early to hear people talk about turning others to toads and brewing magic potions. I remember in the last Suki Redflower movie there was this Circle who was lead by a council of wise old men, is that how it works at those meeting?"

You start to laugh a bit at the notion your life is a fraggin Suki Redflower movie.

>Talk with Sam
>Get to work
>Investigate about yesterday
>Other

>>29417818
>Talk with Sam a little more, before you
>Get to work
We can investigate once we've done all we need to do. We're still on the hour.

>>29417886
Sounds like a good plan to me.

>>29417886
>>29417957
Ok Talking then working. Writing up

"No, not really. Its not like that at all. I can't believe you still watch Suki Redflower" You leer at at Sam who tries to push you and laughs.

"Oh, and what wrong with Suki Redflower? Jealous you don't know any of those cool kung-fu moves the adepts have?"

You just roll your eyes again, pushing Sam, who goes rolling to her desk. By the sheer force. She laughs and rolls back pushing you back.

"Look Samantha, those Suki Redflower movies are shit, and fake as hell. Stop watching them." You say as you lean back in your chair.

Sam looks back and smirks "Nah, the dudes they got to play those "fake" fellas are hot."

You can't stop laughing for a good 3 minutes before finally relaxing enough to dive into the database

>Check Messages from the Metroplex
>Check Messages from Neonet
>Check the messages from Another Corp
>Other (Any non work related action roll 1d100-20 for not being computer literate)

>>29418295
>>Check the messages from Another Corp

>>29418295
>>Check Messages from the Metroplex
Then move on to Neonet and messages from any of the other Crops

>>29418295
>Check Messages from Neonet
Gotta make contacts.

>>29418295
>Check the messages from Another Corp
Why not.

>not being computer literate
Well this needs to change.

>>29418321
>>29418398
>>29418407
>>29418414
Check Another Corp Messages. Writing up.

As you file through the plethora of messages you find one from Shiawase about a group of trespassers who needed to be picked up from their powerplant in some charming place called "Glow City." Your meat body shudders at the thought of how it got that name. After checking through the Shiawase category and find a couple more request that had not been looked at yet.

>Check another Corp(Specify)
>Check the messages
>Check the Metroplex category(1 new message!)
>Other

>>29418650
>>Check the Metroplex category(1 new message!)

>>29418650
>(1 new message!)
It's a trap!

>Check Messages from Neonet

>>29418650
>>Check the Metroplex category(1 new message!)

>>29418677
>>29418712
>>29418793
Checking out them government boys.

You check the Metroplex box find a new message from thee metroplex office.

>Hello, we at the Seattle Metroplex's office have several rallies planned over the next couple days to present the people of Seattle the disadvantages of allowing the Ork Underground as an official district of Seattle.For the next two days to have the county of Bellevue and Seattle Downtown we will need to have patrols sped up along with the following

>x10 Citymaster w/ accompanying squads
>Riot Squads on hold in Downtown, on the borders of Puyallup and Redmond.
>Swat teams on call near each rally
>Hoses
>Snipers on the roof at each Rally Site

We hope these do not strain your resources at Ares, please have a wonderful day.

>Send to the higher-ups
>Send to the Knight Errant headquarters
>Delete

>>29419099
>>Send to the higher-ups
Not our problem.

>>29419099
Are we allowed to turn them down or is it rather insubordinate? Is this a reasonable request? Does this seem more like a setup to roust Orks under the guise of civil disobedience? I don't know what Frank knows.

>>29419099
Hmmm Interesting bit of information, but at the moment

[X] Send to the higher-ups

>>29419286
>>29419319
>>29419342
To the higher-ups.

>>29419099
What or who is the Metroplex to request such things from us?

Looking it over one last time you realize how large this was and send it over to the higher-ups for review and revisions. Suddenly something hits you, the smell of coffee. You notice that a Spider had joined into your session. His persona sits there sipping on some virtual coffee.
You give him a strange look, making him just smile and wave. As you get back to work you shuffle through some of the older messages. You suddenly have an alert come up

>Mr. Dodge please report to the offices of Rolan Tesar.in half an hour

You continue digging through files sending out smaller request to the correct departments and in twenty five minutes you are suddenly logged out "forcibly". You check you 'link

>Mr. Dodge report to Rolan Tesar's office in 5 minutes.

You sigh and look over at Sam who is still logged in deep. A fresh pot of coffee sitting on her desk.

>Report to the boss
>Grab some Kaf and have a drink
>Other.

>>29419718
>>Report to the boss

>>29419718
>Grab some Kaf and report to the boss

>>29419703
The Metroplex is the Seattle government. Ares, more specifically Knight-Errant has a contact to serve as the police force for the entire city

>>29419718
>Report to the boss
Might as well be early.

>>29419766
I see.... and Metroplex is a Megacorp too, right?

>>29419806
No, it is the state within the Untied Canadian American States. Its a bit larger than Rhode Island only its an entire city with exceptions.

>>29419769
>>29419760
>>29419750
Writing

>>29419995

I thought traditional governments were gone and replaced with megacorps?

>>29420038
They exist, they are just rather impotent for the most part, and megacorps are sovereign.

You get up, patting Sam on the back as you move to exit your cube. There is something eerie about a busy office being completely silent while being busy. You make your way for the corner office and open the door, Rolan Tesar is sitting at his desk smoking another Sythgar. He looks at you and waves a hand at you.

"Frank my boy. I heard about the incident yesterday. I am so sorry for sending you into that. If I had known what that was I would have told you to go back to your office cube."

You scratch the back of your head and sigh.
"Yeah I told myself the same thing when they let me out of that van. Did they end up bringing the van back."

"No, its stuck in the impound as evidence. Look Frank, people are gonna start asking how this could have happened. If you could leave my name out of this, that would be great. Hey, there might be a promotion in it for ya." He opens up his cigar box and hands leans over, a sythngar in hand.

>Roll 1d100+20(Troll Magic to detect if he is being truthful or not)
Also:
>Take the Sythngar
>Refuse
>Other

Rolled 11 + 20

>>29420313
Rollin troll magic

Also
>Take the Sythngar

May or may not be considered "rude" to not. It's more of a show than anything else.

Rolled 40 + 20

>>29420313
don't fail us troll magic

Rolled 15 + 20

>>29420313
Are Sythgars future-sanitized for healthy living, or can Frank turn it down as someone that cares about his health?

My answer is refuse if they are actual smoke
accept if they aren't cancer-flutes.

Rolled 66 + 20

>>29420313
we can't really refuse it
take it and ask him about the promotion

>>29420413
>>29420450
>>29420469
>>29420477
11vs.88 Noice rolling.

You can tell by the look on his face, he has guilt written all over his face. You don't even need some one to read his mind to find out what he knows. You lean over and take the synthgar, looking at synthetic tobacco rolled up in the cheap paper. Shrugging you bite off the end and grab a match off the desk and strike it, putting it to the synthgar. Taking a couple puffs after it is properly lit.

"Frank, I am glad we understand ourselves. Some of the other guys, especially the ones in CorpSec, they wouldn't really understand what going on. But you, you are a smart man, you know how things work. I am going to look into the promotion Frank, now if my commlink is telling me right, it is lunch time. How about it?"

Rolan Tesar gives you a smirk and gets up, opening the door to his office, offering you to leave first.

>Wat do?

>>29420819
do what he says
we can't let him know that we know

>>29420819
>>29420906
Yeah, we gotta dig more dirt anyways, staying in the mineshaft is the best way.

>>29420906
This. We should go along for now. Just need to keep our wits about us, he might try something.

>>29420906
>>29420947
Sounds good to me and when we get promoted (Let's be honest. We are going to make sure we do) we should remember to think of loyal "staff" to work with us.

>>29420906
>>29420947
>>29421028
>>29421046
Time for lunch

You nod, giving him your best genuine smile. Actually, it is a genuine smile. The things you can do with your face, well it would make any lady blush,

Rolan and you head to Emanuel's office. Rolan leaning in for a second and Emanuel coming out with him.

Emanuel smiles "Wonderful seeing you join us Frank, I hope you are doing well since yesterday's incident."

You smile back to Emanuel and nod to him. "Yes sir."

The three of you head into the elevator and ride it down to the ground floor, you look to Rolan and cock your head, "No cafeteria food today sir?"

"No Franky, we are gonna go to a restaurant downtown and get some real food." Rolan smiles and hits a button on his keys and as the three of you leave the door, Rolan's Eurocar pulls up to the street.

As you get in you can feel the soft plethar on your hand ducking your head deep, almost leaning into the passenger seat as you sit in the back.

The drive is so smooth, no bumps, nothing. Though you know your neck is gonna be sore, the drive isn't making it worse.

You are let out in front of a fine restaurant, a valet taking the Eurocar. As the three of you walk in, the host stops you. Not Rolan or Emanuel, but you.

"I am sorry Monsieur, but we have a dress code."

He looks at you coldy and places a hand on your chest.

>Call over Emanuel
>Call over Rolan
>Handle this yourself and tell him you are with a party.

>>29421586
>>Handle this yourself and tell him you are with a party.

We are with a party and they would be extremely displeased if we were not let inside. "We" would also be extremely displeased.
(Troll magic do your thing)

>>29421586
>>Handle this yourself and tell him you are with a party.
Yep, this is like, a level 2 encounter for a smilomancer. We got dis.

>>29421776
>>29421731
Ok, Roll 1d100+10(Snooty Asshole don't like you disadvantage)

Rolled 94 + 10

>>29421915
Troll magic

Rolled 84 + 10

>>29421915
rollin for dat troll mojo

>>29421976
Clearly we put him in his place hard.

>>29421976
>>29421998
>>29422018
Clearly. Writing.

You almost laugh as you place a hand on this snooty jackasses shoulder.

:"I'm sorry, but I am with a party, so I do believe I am wearing the right dress code for this fine establishment"

The look on your face is one that could charm anyone. The host simply suters for a couple minutes before looking at your dress. He steps back and to the side.

"Of course sir. My mistake." The host bows his head, trying to hide the shame he feels right now for being so rude to you.

You smile and pat his shoulder, "No worries." and as you walk past and squeeze through past waiters and tables you find Rolan and Emanuel sitting in chairs at an empty booth they smile and open their menus. Apparently they had already ordered drinks because three glasses of wine are sitting on the table.

You take a sip and HOLY SHIT THIS IS REAL. Your eyes widen as the sweet taste of real wine runs into your mouth. You smile and place the glass down and look at the menu

>Order light
>Order medium
>Order heavy
>Order Troll medium

>>29422447
I say order medium so we can focus on both eating and possibly talking as well.

>>29422447
>>29422687
sounds good

>>29422687
>>29422712
Ok writing.

You look the menu once over and see a fish plate you like, as the waitress comes over you give her a small smile and order the plate. The others get steaks and the three of you hand back your menus.

A couple minutes the three of you are talking about golf. Well Rolan and Emanuel are talking about golf and you are just listening to them. Apparently there is this dwarf player who is climbing the ranks even though he has no augmentations or apparent adept powers.

After about ten minutes your plates come out and the waitress refills your glass. After everything is settled Emanuel looks over to you and smiles.

"So Frank, Rolan heard from the grapevine about last night."

You nod, you mouth full of fish, swallowing you speak up with a smile. "Ah yes, I was wondering when someone was gonna find out about that."

Rolan nods and smiles "Yes, Tim has a rather big mouth you know. I can't believe you went to Redmond, I have never dared go there myself. Did you happen to see anyone get killed." Rolan seems to laugh at the idea of another person gets murdered.

>Wat say

I unfortunately have a family emergency I have to take care of. I am gonna archive the thread and will start Sunday with what you guys choose.

>>29423292
>>Wat say
"Well, Sam and Tim weren't up to staying for a meal, but I did see someone get tossed through a window before we left. Really, Everett was more interesting."
They'll know about the vamp if they bothered to check the Knight Errant report, so telling a cool story won't hurt.

>>29423292
Good luck with Real Life, and thanks for running. It was feeling rather empty in here tonight anyways.

>>29423292
Alright, thanks for running, hope it's nothing too serious.

>>29423452
Works for me, I'll second that.

>>29423452
I like it!

>>29423292
Well, I'm sad I missed this thread... Hopefully I'll make it on Sunday. Anyway, let's just tell the story about the guy getting thrown out the window then shooting the place up as interestingly as possible. Try to make it interesting enough that they'll tell it second-hand later to someone else at a party or something.