>>36002783
>Lanesplit - It's why we ride a motorcycle

>>36002783
>Lanesplit - It's why we ride a motorcycle

>>36002783
>Write-in
Start weaving in and out between cars and lanes to get forward faster, or make it to the shoulder safetylane and drive along it.

>>36002783
>Over The Side - It's just a ten-meter drop, it can't be that bad
Rule of cool still dominates your quests, right?

>>36002783
>>Lanesplit - It's why we ride a motorcycle
Has OP run quests before? The trip seems familiar but I can't pin it down.

>>36002783
>Lanesplit - It's why we ride a motorcycle

>>36003219
he's the one who ran Rock Quest
and it was good

>>36003219
>>36003263
And the NTR-Revenge Quest that got insta-banned by butthurt mods

>>36003293
Oh I remember that quest. Anybody know their reason for banning it straight out the gate like that, or are the mods on this board just really shit at their jobs?

>>36003401
Considering what other quests that are left alone I presume the latter.

>>36002783

You didn't react fast enough when you hit the blockage, or you'd already be between lanes. Maybe the rain and the cold got to you. You missed that chance, and now you watch for the next gap big enough to cram your bike into. As you nudge your bike toward the space between lanes, your foot scrapes over a line that used to mark off the shoulder.

It's just another lane now.

You can't remember the last time you saw a road with a clear shoulder lane. It's normal to drive along what used to be an emergency overflow measure.

That train of thought vanishes the instant you see a gap. You gun the engine, grip the powerful body of your mount between your legs, and shoot off, a hair in front of a slowly-moving van.

Now you're between two lanes, riding down the narrow no-man's land of bikers and particularly suicidal bicyclists. It looks clear, a runway outlined by two solid rows of red tail lights.

>Conservative Speed - You don't want to become a statistic
>Open It Up - You need to make up for lost time
>Full Throttle - Like option B, except even more so

Please roll 1d10 with your vote. Rolls will be counted from the top, no matter what option they're submitted with. (So don't vote for an option just because it's got a vote with a high roll.)

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>36003452
>>Conservative Speed - You don't want to become a statistic

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>36003452
>>Full Throttle - Like option B, except even more so

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>36003452
>>Full Throttle - Like option B, except even more so

WhatCouldPossiblyGoWrong?

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>36003452
>Full Throttle - Like option B, except even more so
because

>>36003401
officially, "off topic", but this excuse isn't credible for a second, so we can safely assume this was just a shithead who gets off to that

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>>36002914
>Rule of Cool

Not as much as Rock Quest. This is the darker, grittier, edgier future. Shooting up an entire vial of cocaine will kill you here, not give you fantastic wings of fire.

>>36003293
Someone remembers.

>>36003401
Pic related was their stated reason.

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>36003452
>Full Throttle - Like option B, except even more so

>>36003452
>Full Throttle - Like option B, except even more so

>>36003542
>Someone remembers.
I never forget that kind of injustice.

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>36003452
>Conservative Speed - You don't want to become a statistic

>>36003542
Surprisingly, I have only ever been banned once. And even that was some fat-fingered mod on /a/ banning a wrong person. It was an animu discussion thread I had posted in, and some anon (or several) decided to take a shit on it by posting non-worksafe images when their discussion turned to ad hominems.

Or the mod simply decided that weeding through the thread was too much work and banned everyone who had posted in it. It was just 24 hours though, so it was not appealable.

>>36003542
Mods of /tg/ confirmed as shit.

>>36003855
>he still needed confirmation before this

>>36003452
If this is a runway, you're straddling a jet. You open up the throttle, spraying up a plume of rainwater from your motorcycle's back wheel. The engine roars, sending vibrations through your frame. The tires grip better than you'd expected - good thing you shelled out for the cutting-edge ones.

You can feel the good traction, and decide to make up for lost time, cranking it up to the max.

"Warp eight, captain," you say to nobody in particular as you streak past the tail lights, rain sheeting against your helmet's lens. It's something you remember watching as a kid, something old when your grandparents were young, you found out eventually.

A piece of cultural jetstam pulled out of the unsecured ether, shown to open-mouthed kids on a cheap and fragile screen. But there was a time when you thought it was the greatest thing ever.

Well, that's why you have this job in the first place. It's too easy to pull data out of thin air, down from the cloud, away from its owners. That's why they need you to carry a physical copy of the really sensitive stuff. That's why you've got ten pounds of hard drives hanging off your back in a shock-proof cushioned messenger bag.

The rain and the noise of your bike drown out the other noises around you. You speed along, wrapped in your own sonic cocoon, between lanes of envious drivers.

>Think about how you wanted to grow up to be like _______ when you were a kid - Nostalgia is good for the soul
>Look for a good way off the highway - better take the surface streets
>Concentrate on going fast - You'll get past the blockage eventually
>Write-In

>>36004024
>>Concentrate on going fast - You'll get past the blockage eventually
Let's not reminiscence on a highway, that's a good way to get into accidents.

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>>36004024
>Kirk. Kirk was the best, and the coolest, and we wanted to be like him.

Also go fast.

>>36004024
>Look for a good way off the highway - better take the surface streets

>>36004024
>Concentrate on going fast - You'll get past the blockage eventually

>>36004024
>Concentrate on going fast - You'll get past the blockage eventually
we just need a small ramp and a lot of speed

>>36004139
This. Reflect on the glory of Kirk. Marvel in his greatness and how this inspired us.

>>36004024

Warp speed, you said, and you're a woman of your word. You're a blur between the lines of cars, your motorcycle thrusting itself forward through the narrow gaps, guided unerringly by your practiced legs. You flash past the discontented drivers, wrapped in their steel coffins, flying gloriously free on your virile mount.

Your motorcycle's a fairly basic job, light but sturdy frame, no frills, but a good bit of work under the hood, and more power than anyone would expect from its size. And it roars.

You turn a corner, carefully easing between the slim clearance the drivers left between the curved lanes, and suddenly you're facing the blockage.

Two eighteen wheelers, slewed across the road and overflowing into the opposing lanes. It looks almost as if two great beasts had fought for dominance and scarred the very earth with the struggle. There are even a few battered cars, incidental damage from the bigger crash.

Emergency services, dressed in Nepcor's drab blue and gray, are scurrying around, pulling drivers out, strapping them onto backboards. They look like ancient priests, frantically trying to undo the wreckage their gods have wrought.

You're headed right toward that wreckage, and you're not sure you can stop in time. You might be able to weave your way through the wreckage, but only if there aren't any hidden surprises.

>Brake
>Go Through
>Go Over
>Write-in

d10s, everybody.

>>36004622
>and you're a woman of your word
Oh cool, we're a FeMC.

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>36004622
stand on the pegs, pull a wheelie and try to vault a car/ambulance

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>36004622
>Go Through

Brake as much as possible; but if we can't stop in time don't worry about crashing through a person if it means getting through; don't want to damage the bike and they're too busy with other people to follow us after we pass through.

>>36004622
>brake

Unless this is a ticking bomb we're delivering I don't see why we need to be so reckless.

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>36004700
Forgot my roll

>>36004693
>implying they can't track our NANOMACHINES, son

>>36004622
>Go Over

I want to see this happen.

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>36004622
>Go Over

>>36004622
dice+1d10

>Write-in
Go UNDER. You're a lithe woman on a low bike, those are massive haulers on high suspension. Press low on your bike and not risk veering with the speeds you're going at.

>>36004729
Who's going to pay for the new paint job?

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>36004622
>Go Over

>>36004729
>deliberatly lowsiding

jesus christ how horrifying

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>36004729

>>36004812
>>36004729
First I fudged the rolling, then forgot to identify myself... not my night

I ran a troll quest where I opened with yuri pretenses and ended in nigger rape and murder, I can confirm mods get off to that, I didn't get a ban or anything and qtg was filled with people claiming to have reported me.

>>36004913
i remember that one
bastard

>>36004913
For just a second, I thought you were replying to >>36004645

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>>36004622

(1/2)

Luck is with you tonight. Parked in front of the crash is one of those double-decker car haulers, and it's empty. The ramp to the top is tilted up, and it looks inviting. You guide the motorcycle toward it, pull up the front wheel, and then you're on the ramp.

You've still got a shot at not being late, and you're going to take it. You twist the throttle up even further, and the engine screams. You rocket up the ramp, and hurtle through the air.

Paramedics and police officers look up at the girl flying over their heads on a motorcycle. Your ride clears the overturned 18-wheeler easily, and you brace yourself for a hard landing on the other side.

The anticipation is always worse than the hit itself. The shock jolts through you as the bike hits the concrete. But you're used to it, and easily maintain control. You open the throttle back up and speed off down the empty highway beyond the crash.

This is what you love about riding, you think as you hunch down into the wind and let the rain fly harmlessly into your helmet's visor.

>You love the feeling of becoming one with the machine through your own physical skill, you love seeing the world through your own eyes - You're an all-natural girl.

>You love being linked to your motorcycle, controlling it, feeling it like an extra limb through the implant in your brain - You've got a wireless implant in your head, and a Cyber-Linked motorcycle attached to it.

(Pros and Cons to follow.)

>>36004913
Did you archive it?

>>36005315
>You love the feeling of becoming one with the machine through your own physical skill, you love seeing the world through your own eyes - You're an all-natural girl.

>>36005315
>You love the feeling of becoming one with the machine through your own physical skill, you love seeing the world through your own eyes - You're an all-natural girl.

>>36005315
>You love being linked to your motorcycle, controlling it, feeling it like an extra limb through the implant in your brain - You've got a wireless implant in your head, and a Cyber-Linked motorcycle attached to it.

Why would anyone want the boring choice?

>>36005315
>You love the feeling of becoming one with the machine through your own physical skill, you love seeing the world through your own eyes - You're an all-natural girl.

>>36005315
All-Natural Girl:

PROS: Can't be hacked/EMP'd.

CONS: No baller implants. If you want cranial implants at some future point, it's an extensive operation

Wireless Implant:

PROS: You're brain wired already, so further brain implants will be easier to install. Cyber-Linked Motorcycle. Wireless Communication from inside your own skull.

CONS: Can be hacked/EMP'd, etc. Need periodic maintinence and checkups to make sure everything works correctly. Head trauma might displace the implants and cause them to tear your brain up.

Note: Neither of these options gives a bonus/detriment to limb or organ replacement (neither of which you have at this point) - only cranial implants.

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>36005315
>You love being linked to your motorcycle, controlling it, feeling it like an extra limb through the implant in your brain - You've got a wireless implant in your head, and a Cyber-Linked motorcycle attached to it.

I wish I could wirelessly link with my motorcycle, would be fucking rad

>>36005315
>>36005396
>You love the feeling of becoming one with the machine through your own physical skill, you love seeing the world through your own eyes - You're an all-natural girl.

>>36005315
>>You love the feeling of becoming one with the machine through your own physical skill, you love seeing the world through your own eyes - You're an all-natural girl.

>>36005315
>You love the feeling of becoming one with the machine through your own physical skill, you love seeing the world through your own eyes - You're an all-natural girl.

>>36005396
In this context "hacked" means the motorcycle and not the person right? Because the second one would be stupid.

>>36005315
>>You love the feeling of becoming one with the machine through your own physical skill, you love seeing the world through your own eyes - You're an all-natural girl.
Au naturale, baby. No deck in this cranium.

>>36005315
>You love being linked to your motorcycle, controlling it, feeling it like an extra limb through the implant in your brain - You've got a wireless implant in your head, and a Cyber-Linked motorcycle attached to it.

>>36005485
No, it means the person, depending on the type of implants they have.

Anything advanced enough to maintain a wireless two-way connection with a motorcycle and render that information into someone's brain in a meaningful way would have to be capable of running software, and could potentially be subverted.

This is mitigated by the fact that you' wouldn't be in one place for very long, so the opportunity for analyzing your signal traffic would be small. If you manually activated and deactivated the device when not using the motorcycle link, that would make it even safer.

If it doubles as an in-head smartphone as well, then it's open to all kinds of attacks from the web, and all bets are off.

They couldn't mind control you through it, but they could make the implant continually render junk data or subliminal messages instead of what it should be presenting, or perhaps continuously transmit a signal they could use to locate you.

They'd be hacking the device inside your head, not your brain itself.

Does this make sense?

>>36005315
>>You love the feeling of becoming one with the machine through your own physical skill, you love seeing the world through your own eyes - You're an all-natural girl.

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>>36005315

You know some people who've gotten implants that link them to their motorcycles, allowing them to call their bikes from long distance and even pilot them remotely, but that's never been your style. You're as close to your bike as you can get, feeling it moving against you, pressing back and guiding it with the slightest shifts of your weight. Nothing digital could replace this.

Besides, the idea of someone cutting your head open and sticking something in there has always seemed creepy to you, even if they did have a medical license.

You're cruising down the empty highway, throttle wide open, wreathed in rain. It's still cold, but at least you're going somewhere now. it should only be another ten minutes before you make it to the drop-off point, maybe less if you're going this fast.

And then you see a light in your rearview mirror, and turn your head to check.

There's a motorcycle cop chasing you, lights blazing, siren probably going full blast, although you can't hear it. He was probably stopped at the wreck.

And you're not exactly doing the speed limit.

>Outrun him on the highway - It's race time
>Ditch down an off-ramp and lose him on the surface streets
>Pull over like a good little miss
>Write-In

Bonus option:

>Insult him over wide-band radio

Also, roll 1d10

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>36005900
>Outrun him on the highway - It's race time

>Insult him over wide-band radio
"too slow, piggy, looks like your donuts addiction made your bike go over the weight limt"

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>36005900
>>Ditch down an off-ramp and lose him on the surface streets
>>Insult him over wide-band radio

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>36005900
>Outrun him on the highway - It's race time
>Insult him over wide-band radio
"Thpthpthpthp Meep meep"

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>36005900
>>Ditch down an off-ramp and lose him on the surface streets
Some two-bit copper ain't gonna blow our delivery job schedule.

>>36005964
>>36005972
>>36006002
>>36006006
We're high rollers tonight

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>36005900
>>Outrun him on the highway - It's race time
>>Insult him over wide-band radio

Did he died?

>>36006638
that or he was banned for a violation of rule 1
like in >>36003542

>>36005900
No two-bit copper is going to blow your delivery schedule. Sure, you'll slow down for the fury of nature (and you include the antics of big rigs in that category), but the police? Nah.

You punch up the speed even further, sneaking a quick look at your gas gauge to make sure you can. You've got plenty of juice left.

The bike shoots through the rain, leaping through the night. The flashing light seems to get farther away in your rain-spattered mirror. You can't resist the temptation to flip on the radio and give him a ribbing.

"Agent 12 to all units," you say, identifying yourself with the police code for a reckless driver, if you remember correctly, "be advised that donut addiction may result in going over the weight limit on your vehicle."

Suddenly, that light looks a lot closer.

"Calling agent 12," a level voice says from your radio's speakers, "recommend you take 20 for your callsign, or pull over." 20? You can't recall it off the top of your head.

A LOT closer. You pour on the speed, but he's still gaining. The shiny black faceplate of his helmet is reflecting the lights of the surrounding buildings, stars in the darkness.

In the time it takes for you to look back in half-horrified fascination, he's halved the distance, and getting even closer.

You open the throttle up all the way, and the front wheel of your bike lifts off the pavement. It only takes you a second to think about it - you lean back a bit, pulling the bike up into a wheelie at ridiculous speed. If you can't beat this guy on speed, you'll at least win on style.

>>36006750
i doubt it as the quest is still up and he would have said it on twitter already

>>36006841
20 is police code for wrecked motorist?

>>36006841

"Four legs good," you say into the microphone, "two legs better." You give your best impression of an oink as you speed down the highway with your front wheel pointing at the sky.

He doesn't have a comeback this time, but you're going too fast to keep the wheelie up safely. You put the front wheel down and feel the motorcycle throb under you like a living thing as it strains forward. He starts to drop behind, but not by much.

It's a tense, fast race down the wet road for the next stretch. You're each fighting the rain as much as you're fighting each other, but, after a few eternal minutes, you're clearly in the lead. If you had to guess, you'd say that he's afraid of losing control on the slick road. Those tires were a great investment.

"Agent 12 to all units," you say into the microphone, "be advised that pigs are slow creatures, and their trotters are slippery when wet."

And suddenly. he's gone. You're surprised for a second, but then you realized that you've crossed into Juptek's sector of the city, and no sane Nepcor cycle cop is going to chase you out of his jurisdiction. You carefully slow back down to the legal limit - no use in getting the cops here on your tail too.

There's an on ramp, and suddenly you have to share the highway again. Of course, you'll be getting on the surface streets soon. you're closing in on your destination.

>Head straight to the drop-off, no fooling around
>Once you're on the surface streets, do more wheelies. You've earned a bit of showing off.
>write-In

>>36006916
Possible Mental Problem

>>36006638
I should not have wasted time looking up police radio codes.

>>36005900
>Ditch down an off-ramp and lose him on the surface streets

and

>Insult him over wide-band radio
"Bet your engine is like your manhood, Undersized and impotent!"

>>36006964
>Head straight to the drop-off, no fooling around
job comes first!

>>36006964
>Head straight to the drop-off, no fooling around

>>36006980
Shots fired, officer down.

>>36006964
>>Head straight to the drop-off, no fooling around

>>36006964
>Head straight to the drop-off, no fooling around

We've shown off enough tonight, and becoming road paste doesn't earn us the early delivery bonus.

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Fun fact: motorcycles don't make good courier vehicles because they are relatively high-maintenance and become mechanically unreliable at relatively low mileage.

>>36007222
It's a space motorcycle!

>>36007222
But this isn't for normal jobs; presumably this is good pay so the maintenance is fine. The real question is why we aren't using a flying drone to deliver stuff.

>>36007289

Because drones are easy to subvert, and low flying sub-sonic aircraft are sitting ducks in a hostile urban environment.

>>36007326
That's why you have a relay dish, directional antennas and backup self destruct on it connected to an altimeter.

>>36007382

As a general rule, people entrusting things to a courier don't want those things self-destructed.

>>36007434
It's data, you'd be stupid if you don't have a backup.

>>36007463

lolwut.
No, you don't get to make backups of the kinds of shit people give to cyberpunk motorcycle couriers.

>>36007463
As a general rule, people dont like it when you copy thier data, for any reason.

.....Yes, to avoid the high maintenance cost of the motor cycle we'll use drones. and if the drones are captured we will blow them up and buy new drones! and then well ask nicely for an extra copy of the data that we where paid to deliver safely and on time!

>>36006964
>>Head straight to the drop-off, no fooling around

>>36007485
Of course you do, what happens if the courier gets intercepted/arrested? Do they hand it over? Of course not.

>>36007498
>lets trust someone with no loyalty beyond money to carry something valuable that could fuck up the transaction in any multitude of ways
>not have a backup before hand

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>>36006964


The streetlights work here, and things look a bit less run down. Once you get off of the highway and start cruising through the business district, things actually look pretty good.

Well, in a buildings towering over the masses like milk crates over an ant hill kind of way, at least. Things are very vertical here. nothing's in a building by itself - you pass buildings with a store on the bottom floor, offices or one sort or another on the floors above, and rentable rooms, presumably further up the structure.

And this is the low end of the Juptek corporate district, smaller companies operating under the umbrella of safety. Fifteen minutes north (in good traffic) you could find the gleaming steel-and-glass skyscrapers, with hanging gardens.

Of course, there's no way you could get within half a mile of the buildings themselves, but they're still pretty to look at.

You finally pull up in front of the specified address and park your bike. Miraculously, you're still on time, if not early. It's a fairly low building for the area, with a highly secured convenience store on one corner of the first story. You've seen old pictures of bank tellers with less bulletproof glass protecting them than this clerk has.

The main entrance is locked up tight, so you call the number you were given, and they tell you that someone will be down shortly to escort you in.

>Wait on the street, slouching against the wall - you'll be able to see anyone coming
>Wait in the convenience store - those blast shutters look pretty solid
>Circle around on your motorcycle until someone comes down
>Write-In

>>36007561
>>lets trust someone with no loyalty beyond money to carry something valuable that could fuck up the transaction in any multitude of ways

Spoiler: that's how it works in the real world, too.

>>36007537
That would be the best but most expensive way, as in the entire company would bankrupt if you don't get this right the fuck there now kind of situation. It's less visible than a motorcyclist and faster for urban situations because no need to wade through traffic.

>>36007650
That's only because it's something physical, this is data we're talking about. They hand the sealed data to the courier for them to deliver to someone else still sealed; if they fuck up or get caught the data is wiped and they try again some other time with someone else because they kept a backup like any reasonable person would.

>>36007635
>Circle around on your motorcycle until someone comes down

>>36007635

>Wait on the street, slouching against the wall - you'll be able to see anyone coming
>Write-In - Get a quick snack/drink at the convenience store while we wait

>>36007635
>>Wait on the street, slouching against the wall - you'll be able to see anyone coming

>>36007635
>Wait in the convenience store - those blast shutters look pretty solid
buy a snack while you're there

>>36007635

You make sure your motorcycle is secure, then head into the convenience store. It feels claustrophobic after the open road, but it could be worse - the window shutters are still rolled up against the ceiling.

Now that you get a closer look at it, the plexisglass emplacement the cashier occupies has a few somewhat-concealed gunports, and the hunk of meat inside isn't some kid making an extra buck at a part-time job. You can see the outline of a low-profile bulletproof vest under his shirt.

As you look through the store for something that looks good, you realize that the shelves are at least reinforced, and potentially blastproof. Good cover in case of an attack from outside.

The entire convenience store has good firing lanes from the cashier's box. This is unusual, even in your experience. They aren't worried about some punks with a shotgun knocking the place over, that's for sure.

The food selection is its own kind of strange. There are more ingredients than pre-prepared foods, although that's probably for the convenience of anyone renting in the upper stories.

You can't help but wonder what kind of application process this place has for tenants.

Still, you came in here to get a snack or something, and get one you shall.

>Water
>Coffee
>A Pre-Prepared Meal
>A Vegetable
>Chocolate

>Be chatty with the cashier (Suggest Topics)
>Don't try to chat with the cashier

>>36008192

> Water and a Vegetable, a healthy delivery woman is a still-living delivery woman
> Be polite to the cashier, but brief, we still have to deliver the package

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>>36008192
>Water and A Vegetable (Apple)
>Be chatty with the cashier (So, how is your sex life?)

>>36008192
>>Chocolate
Energy!

>>Don't try to chat with the cashier

>>36008192
>Coffee, black, because we're cool like that
>Be chatty with the cashier, ask about defenses

>>36008192
>Coffee
>Chocolate

>Be chatty with the cashier (Suggest Topics)
how long has he been working here for, how's the business going, why is the place built like a stronghold?

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>>36008192
>>36008261
I'll second the topic here.

>>36008192
>Coffee, black
> chat with cashier,
talk about how you like your coffee strong and black... like you like your men.

>>36008463
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7yMw-6sNlkE

I need some 1d2 rolls, please.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>36008552
I'm assuming you meant d20

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>36008552
k

>>36008567
No, I mean 1d2.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>36008552
A man asks for 1d2, a man gets 1d2.

>>36008261
Do it.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>36008552

>>36008463
dice+1d2

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>36008463

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>>36008192
(1/2)

It's cold out, so you think coffee's probably in the cards, if only to warm up. It looks like the cashier has a coffee machine in there with him, so you'll be getting that last.

You're torn between the vegetables and the chocolate. This place has a good, fresh selection of fruits and vegetables, which is rather surprising for this kind of establishment.

But the chocolate is comfort food, and you feel like you need some comfort after that rain, and a reward for actually delivering on time.

The kind of comfort you want is long, and thick, and dark.

You take the chocolate bar up to the cashier and slip it and a couple of bills under the glass curtain. You take a closer look at him. He's still a big hunk of dark meat, bulging biceps filling his sleeves and large pecs pushing out that bulletproof vest. Head's shaved, but his resting face isn't too bad looking. You'd figure him for his late twenties, maybe ex-military.

"Evening," you say, casually, as he begins to ring you up, "I'd like a cup of coffee too, please."

"Evening, ma'am," he says whisking the candy bar across the scanner, "find everything you needed?"

"I'm pretty sure I did," you say, lowering your eyelashes, " So. How's your sex life?"

He fumbles the candy bar. "What?" he asks, shock written on his face as he looks at you, securing the candy bar and pushing it back into the slot. "Uhm," he continues, perhaps thinking he misheard you, "how do you like your coffee?"

"Strong and black," you say, "like I like my men." You let your tongue slide subtly between your lips. Oh, this is going to be fun.

Suddenly the shock is gone, and he reaches underneath the counter. His face hardens, and he starts speaking in a very controlled manner. "Look, lady," he says, levelly, "I dunno what your game is, but it's not gonna work."

Well, that wasn't nearly as fun as you'd hoped. Looks like the guard's as paranoid as the store layout.

Apologies for slow writing.

>>36009183
OMG you really did it. you are best Haiku.

>>36009183
It's all good, just keep the kek-tastic posts coming and all will be well.

>>36009183
hahaha

>>36009183
zomg, haiku delivered.

>>36009227
>>36009386
Please leave.

>>36009183

His hand goes to his radio. "Convenience store here. I've got a situation. Customer may be trying to seduce me."

You barely catch something that sounds like "Command here. Is she hot?" and a lot of laughter and radio noise. You don't pick up the rest of what Command says, but he seems to be awfully pleased with his own jokes.

After listening for a bit, he asks "Um, are you waiting for someone?"

It's probably best to go with the straight answer this time. "Yeah," you say, "I'm the courier."

"Says she's the courier," he tells the radio, as you pick up the chocolate from the counter.

>Eat the chocolate seductively and keep teasing him
>Tell him you're impressed with his dedication
>Ask about all the security
>Write-In

>>36009452
>Eat the chocolate seductively and keep teasing him

>>36009452
>Eat the chocolate seductively and keep teasing him
yummy yummy chocolate bars

>>36009452
>>Eat the chocolate seductively and keep teasing him

>>36009452
>Tell him you're impressed with his dedication
>Ask about all the security

>>36009452
>Tell him you're impressed with his dedication (in a sexy and teasing way)

>>36009452
>Ask about all the security
WHILE
>Eating the chocolate seductively

>>36009452
>>Eat the chocolate seductively and keep teasing him
>>Tell him you're impressed with his dedication
"You show that kind of perseverance in private?"

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What the fuck is happening in this quest.

What the fuck are we doing.

Can /tg/ keep its mind off of dicks for five minutes straight? Can we play a FeMC who isn't a tease or a turboslut?

Well, at least it's not lesbians.

>>36009628
their is that
I'm just doing sexy stuff because it's funny, not for lewd.

>>36009628
What this anon >>36009656 said. I'm not voting for this for smut I'm voting for shits and giggles, personally. It's not going to go anywhere with this guy married to his job like this, anyhow.

>>36009452

While he's busy sorting out his questions with Command you unwrap the chocolate bar, but leave a bit of wrapper at the end to hold on to. You hold the unwrapped end to your mouth and start licking it.

"Mmmhm, it's so good." Oh, was that out loud? You pretend not to notice that his replies to Command are getting more and more cursory, as you lick up and down the dark chocolate bar.

"Thorough setup you guys have here," you say, pausing between licks, "you could probably last for a long time in here." Another lick.

"Uh," he says, "yeah, we could probably keep it going all night." You start working just the tip with your tongue, swirling it around and around the rich dark candy as he continues, eyes locked on your tongue, "this building would be pretty hard to take."

You smile at the joke, and pitch back "You're pretty dedicated to your post," another long slide of the tongue down the chocolate, man, this stuff is good, "are you that dedicated in private?"

"Oh yeah," he says, starting to smile. He's got a nice smile, you decide, as you take the chocolate bar deep down your throat, "I specialize in long, hard shifts."

You look him straight in the eye. He stares back, and then you bite down, hard. Luckily, the chocolate is still cold enough to make a decisive crack as you wrench the base of the bar away from your face and chomp on the chocolate bar filling your mouth.

"Alright, babe," he says, chuckling, "ya got me good with that one. I'm not free now, but I get off in the morning. You want to give me your number, and we could go out sometime, hey?"

>Write in

>>36010120
Turn him down because we are a tease.

>>36010120
Sure why not? more than likely nothing we come of it since we're a tease but enver hurts to have contacts.

>>36010120
"WHOA, Back up son, just what kind of girl do you take me for?"

>>36010120
"maybe"

>>36010120
Get his number for later, if we have to pull a shadowrun on this place he could come in handy.

>>36010165
This

>>36010120
Demand his number instead, so we can call him when we want to... hang out

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>>36010120
(1/2)

"What kind of girl do you take me for?" you ask him, raising your eyebrows, "I want your number."

He starts laughing harder, and slides a cup of coffee through the slit. "Black and strong," he says, "the way you said you liked it."

"Thanks," you say, "what's your number?" you ask, pulling out your phone.

Turns out his name's Ryan, and he lives in one of the upper stories of the building, like most of the guards. As you file the number away, another guard steps into the room through a triple-locked back door.

"I'm supposed to let you in, ma'am," he says, and stands to the side of the door. "Ryan, you aren't sorry I was late, are you?"

"Not at all," the cashier slings back at him.

You enter the door in front of the guard, and find yourself in a clean, white hallway. It's almost crushingly generic, and the only noise besides your footsteps and the guard locking the door behind you is a low hum that seems to come form under your feet.

"Follow me, please," the guard says, and leads you down a couple of hallways to an office. More locks to be unlocked - you notice they don't seem to use any digital technology for their physical security here.

The office turns out to be a meeting room, complete with long table.There are papers and a couple of coffeepots scattered over it, with various electronics connected to a laptop in the center of the paper explosion. A woman in a lab coat is hunched over it, but stands up when you enter.

As she walks toward you to shake your hand, you notice deep, dark circles under her eyes. She looks like she gave up sleeping years ago.

"Dr. Morrison," she says, in a tired, slightly-accented voice as she shakes your hand, "you're the courier, right? You've got the hard drives, yes? I can check them now, of course?"

>>36010715

You poise the messenger bag over the table, and she scrapes papers aside to make a space. Once you set it down, you've got the locks off and the hard drives out in a jiff.

She starts plugging them into one of the humming boxes on the table.

>Ask about payment
>Ask about the data
>Ask about her sex life
>Write-In

>>36010742
>>Ask about payment
With a few entendres thrown in for good measure.

>>36010742
>Ask about her sex life

This had better not become our calling card.

>>36010752
I get the feeling she's too tired to get them.

>>36010742
>Ask about payment
with the way she looks, i bet her life is just 100% work, let's not rub it in her face

>>36010742

>Ask about payment

Business first, playtime later.

>>36010742
>Ask about her sex life

>>36010742
>Ask about payment

>>36010742
>Ask about payment

>>36010742
>>Ask about payment
Ain't no charity case.

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>>36010742


You slump into a chair as Morrison sifts through the data. You see, without really meaning to, of course, the word "Typhon" repeated several times - seems like it's a project title or something. The motorcycle's seat is nice, but actually getting to sink down into a comfortable chair is wonderful. And the hot coffee is warming you up. It's great.

After she's had some time to make sure this is the what she needed delivered, you broach the question: "So, is it the right stuff? Do I get paid?"

"Yeah," she says, "it's the Typhon files, alright." You think you saw the guard wince when she said the name so blatantly, but that might be your imagination, "Just what we needed. We'll pay your early delivery rate. You're impressive. Thought that big pile-up would keep you from making it anywhere near on time."

She does something on the computer that you don't really follow, and then she turns to you and says "we've wired the funds to your account," and points at the screen.

It looks like they're on there way, and you're making the quick service bonus too. "Great," you say, "It's been a pleasure doing business with you."

"Glad to hear that," Dr. Morrison says, "because you've impressed us, and we might have some repeat business in the near future."

Well, that's good to hear. As a freelancer, you need every satisfied customer you can get. And more business is good business.

>Leave
>Ask about her sex life, then leave
>Write-In that involves leaving

>>36011147

>Leave
I would be for the sex life stuff, but this is job stuff.

>>36011147
>forgetting your trip

The update after this decision will be the last one tonight. Might run again tomorrow.

Twitter (for quest-related announcements, not my political views): https://twitter.com/HaikuDeluge

Quest archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Cyberpunk%20Motorcycle%20Courier%20Quest

Go vote for it!

>>36011147
>Leave

>>36011147
>>Write-In that involves leaving
Thanks, I'm always available for work if the benefits are good. You ever need my services or know someone else who does, just call.

>>36011147

>Write-in with us leaving
You know where to get a hold of me. And if you or your colleagues need anything else delivered, give me a call.

>>36011147
>Write-In that involves leaving
*drop courier service company catchphrase, then leave*

>>36011147

"Thanks," you say, as you get up and re-fasten your messenger bag, "I'm always available if the pay is good, and your pay is excellent. You or your colleagues need anything else delivered, just give me a call."

"Sure," is all you get out of Dr. Morrison before you leave. She's receding into her research, or the Typhon data, or something.

Typhon, huh. That doesn't sound promising, but nearly every project has some scary-sounding mythological name. The brain boys and girls love that kind of stuff. Makes them feel important, you guess. a lot more fun to saw you're working on 'Project Cyclops' than 'improving fiber optics a little bit'.


The coffee's picking you up a bit, but it gets colder the further you go down the hallway to the outside. You thank the guard as he holds the door open for you. He's probably the oldest person you've seen in the place, hair going gray around the edges.

"Don't be too rough on Ryan," he says just before you turn to walk away, "He's a good kid."

"Don't worry," you tell him as you unlock your motorcycle, "I'm good with kids."

He thinks that's a lot funnier than you thought it was, and you ride away with the sound of an older man's laugh chasing you down the street.

>>36005317
I think I remember it.
Not the name, all I remember is that it was very red.

>>36010742
>Ask about data

>>36011496
>And with that, we're done for tonight

It's been fun running. Hope you all enjoyed it as well.

Questions and comment appreciated, although I might not answer questions promptly, since I'm fading fast and will probably hit the sack soon.

Would also appreciate any suggestions about things you'd like to see in the quest at some point.

Most of the important info (twitter, archive, etc.) is in this post: >>36011199


SESSION STATS:

Phone Number Obtained: Ryan
Delivery Completed: Typhon Project Data
Bonus Objective Fulfilled: Styling On A Cop

Bonus Objective Missed: Fthagan

>>36011593
This was fun man, I look forward to your next run! why must you run so late, I have work tomorrow.

>>36011620
I'm wondering the exact same thing. I have work in the morning too.

The answer is that I apparently need around 7 hours to run (partially because I type slowly late at night), and I start at 6PM because I got off work at 5.

>>36011593
>Bonus Objective Missed: Fthagan
FUUUUUUUUUUU-

Thanks for running HD, my shadowruns have now been set to cosmic levels of paranoia.