Fuck yeah! Motorcycle Courier quest!
>Work on your bike - You put it through a lot this morning

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LAST SESSION STATS:

Phone Numbers Obtained: Greer, Alice (stored in Recent Calls)
Delivery Completed: Oh God, Here Comes The Arm
Bonus Objectives Fulfilled: Stylin' On A Cop II; Bucket of Bolts; Everybody's Dead, Dave; A Pain In the Asset

Bonus Objectives Missed: Just In Time; What Happened Here?; Shafted!

>>36084898
>Work on your bike - You put it through a lot this morning

>>36084898
>>Track down an information broker - it's time to sell an obituary
then
>Hit the bars - It's probably ladies' night somewhere
it has been a rough day, time for some fun

>>36084898
>Write In
"Work" on our bike parts
+
>Work on your bike - You put it through a lot this morning

>>36084999
Bonus Objectives Theories
Just In Time: we get to the spot in time to save greer
What Happened Here?: explore the ruins some
Shafted: Have sex with Shaft.

>>36085079
>>36084898
Second

>>36084898

>Work on your bike - You put it through a lot this morning

>>36084898
>Work on your bike - You put it through a lot this morning

Need a name for the bike. Delores?

>>36084898
>Work on your bike - You put it through a lot this morning
it's still a bit dented and shot up after all, kinda need it if we want to work/live.

>>36084898
please no masturbation

>>36085155
Vetoing this. In fact, masturbate a lot.

>>36085092
>Shaft.

http://youtu.be/nFvRvSxsW-I

>>36085175
>>36085079
Second

>>36085175
>>36085079
Seconding

>>36084898
Ha ha time for cyberpunk!

>>Work on your bike - You put it through a lot this morning

>>36085175
>>36085182
>>36085193
i really don't want her to but what ever, though if you are going to vote for that, be sure to link OP's post so he doesn't miss your vote.

There's 10 unique posters in this thread - someone is samefagging quite a bit.

>>36085175
>>36084898
>>36085079
That seems good.

>>36085225
Thanks for that man.

>>36085230
Really?
>>36085175
>>36085182
>>36085193
>>36085225
No shit there's samefagging.

>>36085175
>>36085079
>>36084898
Agreed.

>>36085230
how can you tell?

>>36085230
Says like 15 to me. Refresh the page man.

>>36085079
>>36084898
Hah. Seconding that.

>>36085289
In the lower right of the page there are four numbers. If you hover over them you get what each means (replies / images / posters / page)

>>36085425
....OH, that's nifty! Thanks for telling me.

>>36084898
>Work on your bike - You put it through a lot this morning

>>36085175
i don't really want this to turn into a smutquest but
seeing what the MC uses as a sex toy and doesn't have augs, it might be good for bonding with our bike
anyway, the priority should be
>Work on your bike
it got some damage, remember?

>>36085230
theres 17, just opened the thread, I'd stick around and play but I need to head to work now

>>36084898
>Work on your bike - You put it through a lot this morning

Time to get up, then. You rise from the mountain of stuffed animals and slip into a pair of greasy jeans and a tank top. Your bike gives its all for you, and now it's time to give some back.

You pad over to the other side of your efficiency apartment, the important part. Two units of heavy metal shelving, rescued from a rubbish heap somewhere, separate your bike's half of the apartment from yours.

Oh, who are you kidding. All you do in your half of the apartment is sleep. Everything fun happens over here, on the tough dropcloth. You've been told the stuff was mil-spec hardcloth that failed its laser resistance trials. Judging from the uneven melts that define one ragged edge, and the fact that nothing you've got can cut it, you're willing to trust your security deposit to it.

There, in the center of it all, stands your bike. It started out life as a standard Erichthonex street model, but it's now a modern take on Theseus' ship. You've got to hand it to the engineers at that particular Vulnex subsidiary, you think as you take off the fairings, they did a great job on the frame, probably the only part of the bike you haven't swapped out yet.

You give it the once-over, and the twice-over, running your hands and eyes over every accessible inch of its powerful steel bulk, cleaning out the dust and grime, and tightening anything loose. The grit from the danger zone is probably a bigger threat to your bike than the cops' hollow points. It takes a lot longer to clean out the grit than to patch the bullet dings, that's for sure.

But you don't care how long it takes - you love the feeling of working with your bike, getting your hands all over it, getting greasy.

>The pleasure's almost sexual...
>But eventually you're done with the maintenance

>>36086078
Is that a vote/

>>36086078
>>The pleasure's almost sexual...

>>36086078
>The pleasure's almost sexual...

Them bike parts

>>36086078
>The pleasure's almost sexual...

>>36086078
>>But eventually you're done with the maintenance

>>36086098
Yes.

I decided to separate out the decision that some write ins for the last vote were trying to answer, and make it more explicit.

>>36086078
>But eventually you're done with the maintenance

>>36086078
>The pleasure IS sexual

>>36086078
>>The pleasure's almost sexual...
Let's roll with this.

>>36086078
>>36086167
This.

>>36086167
>>36086078
Seconding that.

>>36086078
>But eventually you're done with the maintenance.

We still have an info broker to meet, and bars to hit.

>>36086078

I realize resistance is futile but:
>But eventually you're done with the maintenance

>>36086078
>>The pleasure's almost sexual...

>>36086167
Fuck it, why not?
This.

>>36086078
>But eventually you're done with the maintenance

>>36086167
Yeah, fucking this.

>>36086167
Hell yes

>>36086078
>But eventually you're done with the maintenance

Time and place, damn it. Focus, this shit is important.

>>36086078
>The pleasure's almost sexual...
mhm yeah

>>36086167
Seconding

>>36086167
Yup.
This

>>36086078
>But eventually you're done with the maintenance

>>36086206
Well a good QM does look at amount of votes different options get and tries to balance things. Of course it will be difficult if half the questers vote for smut and the other half for not-smut.

One control is frequency. There was a quest here once called Wugong Landlord Quest but I started calling it Wugong-Land Lewdquest because towards the end it had smut, smut, smut which practically ground the plot to halt. I partially blame the QM for rolling with players too much, which led to a snowball effect.

But that's not here and now...

>>36086167
Second.

>>36086078
>But eventually you're done with the maintenance

>>36086591
Dude, voting period's long over.

The chill, smooth metal under your fingertips. The drag of your cleaning rag across the fairing. The resistance of the bolts as you drive them in with your hand ratchet. It's the best. Hell, it's part of the reason you started doing motorcycles in the first place.

As you work, you press yourself against the bike, feeling its hard mass pressing back. You slide against it, rubbing yourself against the metal horse, savoring the scent of lubricants and the peculiar tang of metal in your nostrils. It's all you can do to finish the maintanence, as excited as you are. The final touches are put on with one hand, the other hand busy touching something else almost as important.

You finally sprawl lazily across your motorcycle's seat, ready to attend to your own needs, now that you're seen to your faithful steed's.

Some time later, you step out of your tiny shower, glowing with satisfaction. You're ready to take on the night, if it thinks it can take you.

>Hit the bars
>Find an info broker
>Write In

[Write in outfit suggestions if ya want, you're probably going to be wearing your usual biking gear.]

>>36086974
>Hit the bars

>Write In
White tank top and jeans

>>36086974
>>Find an info broker
best to tie up loose ends before we have our fun

>>36086974
>Find an info broker
I really hope that bike fetish thing doesn't become a recurring theme
But it's probably going to anyways

>>36086974
>Hit the bars
in a good old biker outfit (à la full throttle)
let's find someone to race

>>36086974
>Find an info broker

>[Write in outfit suggestions if ya want,
Eh. Biker gear is fine.

>>36086974
>Find an info broker

Might as well find some work first then play after
Bars can be a good source of info though sometimes

>>36086974
>>Find an info broker

>>36086974
>Find an info broker

TIL /tg/ is so hard up they'll fuck a motorcycle.

Neat.

>>36086974
>Find an info broker

You don't have much use for info brokers. If you sold information about your clients, you'd lose your rep pretty fast, and your usual opposition is the corp cops. You know as much about them as you need to.

That said, you do know of a few information brokers. There are two main types - the spiders and the flies. The spiders usually sit in one spot, monitoring all their threads from a central location, relying on their own networks or listening in on skimmed signals from other organizations to get their info.

The flies buzz around, their bulging eyes taking in every detail they pass by, always on the scene wherever there's enough filth or a rotting carcass to be found. Both sorts are fairly territorial, well, as territorial as it's possible to be in an age of free-flowing information. It's not an easy business to break into, and those who try often wind up gargling concrete, or something equally nasty.

You go through the list of names that sticks out as you pull on jeans, a tank top, and an old-style biker's jacket.

>Norman - Juptek sector spider. Said to be plugged into the corps themselves.
>Davey - Vulnex sector fly. One of the oldest in the business, nobody knows how he keeps doing it.
>Jefferson - Nepcor sector spider. Nobody's seen him in person for years; he does all his meetings through drones.
>Thomson - Plutonix sector fly. The clear winner of a recent struggle for dominance after the assassination of that sector's reigning spider.

>>36087719
>Jefferson - Nepcor sector spider. Nobody's seen him in person for years; he does all his meetings through drones.

>>36087719
>>Jefferson - Nepcor sector spider. Nobody's seen him in person for years; he does all his meetings through drones.

Updates are taking a bit long tonight, sorry about that.

>>36085092
1: Correct.
2: Close.
3: Nah. Nothing like that.

>>36086454
>>36087050
>that's not here and now

Hopefully it'll taper off after a bit. I will say that harem shenanigans won't work out well.

>>36087719
>Thomson

This guy sounds cool.

>>36087835
We're bikesexual, not humansexual

>>36087719
>Thomson - Plutonix sector fly. The clear winner of a recent struggle for dominance after the assassination of that sector's reigning spider.
Smells like a questline

>>36087719
>>Davey - Vulnex sector fly. One of the oldest in the business, nobody knows how he keeps doing it.
Sounds like a well-connected person.

>>36087872
>implying some people don't have a harem of bikes

>>36087719
>Davey - Vulnex sector fly. One of the oldest in the business, nobody knows how he keeps doing it.

>>36087719
>>Norman - Juptek sector spider. Said to be plugged into the corps themselves.
Wasn't the job we killed the guy in Nepcor, I think Jefferson might already know

>>36087719
Jefferson

>>36087719
>>36087926
changing vote to Davey

>>36087719
Davey - Vulnex sector fly. One of the oldest in the business, nobody knows how he keeps doing it.

Jefferson seems like a good idea - he's a curiosity, if nothing else. You're also interested in Thomson's rise to power, because it seems like there's a story there.

But, in the end, as you finish lacing your boots, you decide to try Davey, the old fly out in Vulnex sector. If he's made it this long in the business, he's probably got a bucketful of connections.

You wrap your hands lovingly around the handlebars of your motorcycle, and walk it out the front of the apartment building. Then you swing yourself onto it, gun the engine, and you're off.

There's nothing like the feeling of gripping your bike's throbbing body between your legs as you drift through traffic, weaving your way through the city. Vulnex is the next sector over, just a fe minutes on the surface streets.

Now, how are you going to find Davey? You've heard about where he hangs out, a bookstore cafe if you remember correctly, and you've got a number scrawled on the back of some else's business card, but you don't know if your information's current.

>Go to the bookstore/cafe - He's not a spider, but if people say he hangs out there, it's probably a good bet. You could get something to eat there yourself.
>Drive around Vulnex sector until you see a disturbance - He's a fly, he'll be buzzing around the dead bodies
>Call the number - What's the worst thing it could do, subvert your phone and steal everything you've got stored on it?

>>36088421
>Write in
Go for a phonebox.

>>36088421
can't we get a burner phone to call that number?

>>36088421
>Call the number form a pay phone
>Go to the bookstore

>>36088438
Backing

>>36088455
Yes, you can.

>>36088559
well, let's do it then

>>36088469
backing

>>36088543
>>36088584
be sure to link OP's post so he doesn't miss your vote.

>>36088584
>>36088421

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>>36088421

You decide to go for a phone booth. These were antiquated when your grandparents were young, but the march of technology has made them relevant again. In an age when a call to the wrong number could allow someone to subvert a sophisticated phone's software and assume direct control of it, a simple phone, maintained by someone else, is a great choice for risky calls.

Of course, there is the cost. It's competitive with buying a disposable phone, but only if you intend to make one call and toss it. You're paying for safety.

And pay you do, after you drive your motorcycle up onto the sidewalk, and park right in front of a payphone set into the wall. Set into? It looks like the phone's concrete post was there long before the wall, and was simply incorporated in when someone decided there needed to be a building there.

You punch in the number, watch the machine eat a couple of bills, and sit on your motorcycle, watching the people and the traffic as you listen to the phone ring.

A little mob off kids runs around a corner, waving gun-shaped pieces of metal or plastic with little orange tips, yelling "bang! Bang! You're dead! Die for Nepcor's profits!" and "No, I shot you first! Vulnex'll make a car out of you!"

They're pretty cute.

Then a man picks up the other end of the line "good evening, Davey's answering service."

Either it's a real person, or a damn good imitation, but he doesn't sound like an old man.

>I'm looking for some information
>I've got some information to sell
>Who are you?

>>36089063
>I'm looking for some information
>I've got some information to sell

>>36089063
>>Who are you?
>I've got some information to sell

>>36089063
>I'm looking for some information

>>36089063
>>I'm looking for some information
Wait, are we?

>>36089210
we wanna know about the guy we killed.

>>36089063
>I'm looking for some information

>>36089063

>I need some information, and may have related information to sell.

>>36089483
>>36089257
>>36089210
>Everyone trusting a random voice claiming to be an answering service, revealing that we have information on something and want information on something.

Wow.
C'mon!
>>36089063
>Who Are You?

>>36089063

"I'm looking for some information," you tell him. Well, even if it isn't Davey, he seems to be in the information business.

A few of the kids have stopped shooting at each other to aim their little toy guns at you. A couple of them are steadying them pretty convincingly, but most of them are more interested in showmanship than proper handling.

You wonder idly how many of them have seen a gun battle first hand.

"Drop on by the bookstore," the voice on the phone tells you, "it's better to handle these matters in person. You need directions?"

"No," you say, "I should be able to find it."

"Oh yes," he tells you, "Very utilitarian job they did integrating it into the wall, don't you think? It's got a real air of late 21st century desperation. Just pile on more concrete, no matter what it's on top of."

>Scowl and slam the receiver down
>Hang up politely
>Tell him he's full of it, and the late 21st century was a great time
>Write In

Also, pick one of these:

>Look up for surveillance cameras
>Check the pay phone for surveillance devices
>Write In somewhere to check for surveillance devices

>>36089597
>>Hang up politely
>Check the pay phone for surveillance devices

>>36089597
>Hang up politely
no need to rub that guy off the wrong way

>Write In somewhere to check for surveillance devices
the kids, the tip of their guns probably

>>36089597
>>Hang up politely
>Wave for the surveillance devices

>>36089692
Oops, forgot to drop the name.

>>36089597
>>Hang up politely
>Look up for surveillance cameras

>>36089597
>>Hang up politely
>>Look up for surveillance cameras

>>36089597
>Hang up politely
>Check the pay phone for surveillance devices

>>36089662
Interesring.

Backing this.

>>36089597
>Tell him he's full of it, and the late 21st century was a great time
>Don't bother, it's not worth it. I bet he just checked the number.

>>36089862
It can't hurt to be paranoid, especially in our line of work

>>36089662
This seems plausible.

Would explain how an old guy is able to compete as an information broker.

>>36089979
Or perhaps he is actually a rogue AI

>>36090044
that would be so cool!

>>36089597

You glance around surreptitiously. Can't see any cameras above you, but considering how small they could be, and how dark it is, that's not saying anything. Then you look at the kids.

Haven't those two been holding their guns steady for a bit long?

You wave at the kids, and flash a smile.

"Oh, very good," you hear from the phone.

"I'm sure we can have an enlightening conversation in person," you say, and hang the receiver up. The kids have gone back to their game, and you ride off down the badly lit street. So that's Davey's system. A few kids with cameras would go a long way toward knowing everything in a sector - nobody notices kids.

It's only a couple of blocks to the bookstore, a second-floor establishment in an unremarkable building. First floor seems to be a small grocery store. Makes more sense than a convenience store, in an area with this much population density. You guess that you're in a more residential section of the Vulnex sector, where the factory workers and their families live.

Strange to find a bookstore here.

You wheel your motorcycle into a dingy box-like room on the ground floor, and chain it up beside a row of bikes. Several of them are small, obviously intended for kids. Maybe they're cheaper this close to the factories, or they're production seconds.

>>36090530

The stairs are concrete, rubbed almost smooth with wear in the center, gray dust piled along the sides of each step. You think twice about using the length of steel pipe bolted to the wall to steady yourself, but it looks a good bit cleaner than the steps, so you give in eventually.

You pick your way up the stairs by the light of a dim, naked bulb set into the wall. If you were a few inches taller, you'd have to duck to avoid singeing your hair. Finally, you reach the second floor landing, a steel door with patches of rust all over it, and no name plate. The number three is painted on it in two large semicircles of coarsely-applied black paint. "A.E.T." is scratched into the door within one semicircle, perhaps with a screwdriver?

When you knock on the door, flakes of rust fall to the floor. "Come in," a voice calls from the other side. It might be the man you talked to earlier, but you're not sure.

>Open the door
>"No, you'll have to let me in"
>"What kind of gentleman would make a lady open this kind of door?"
>Write In

>>36090545
>Open the door

>>36090545
As to be let in. Be polite about it.

>>36090545
>>"What kind of gentleman would make a lady open this kind of door?"

>>36090545
>>Open the door
Be sure to step to the side of the door before doing so. Paranoia.

Also, you're a cool QM, you know that?

>>36090545
>>Open the door
But let's not stand behind it when we do so.

>>36090545
>Open the door

>>36090626
Thanks. I try.

Why do you say that, though?

I'm trying to figure out what I'm doing well so I can keep doing it.

>>36090545
>Open the door

>>36090545
>>Open the door

>>36090681
You do a very good job incorporating what the players say into the story.

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>>36090545

You step to the side of the door, out of the potential line of fire. Can't hurt to be careful, although nobody should want you dead.

Your clients, probably. But not you. You're just the hired gun.

It still pays to be careful, though, so you press yourself against the wall and grip your gun with one hand before you touch the door's rusted knob.

Then you open the door into a new world.

Soft, golden light pours out of the opening as the door swings inward noiselessly, on obviously well-oiled hinges. The smell of food, good food reaches your nostrils. You peek your head around the door's frame and see a room full of bookshelves.

The first word that comes to mind is "elegant". The hanging fixtures scattering the warm light through the room are constructed of stained glass, which creates patterns of colored light on the ceiling. The book cases are orderly and well stocked. The floor is tiled in dull, matte brown tiles, slightly irregular. They look almost like cobblestones.

You step through the doorway and the full impact of the room hits you. There's a set of tables to your left, each made from a larger slab of the tile material, and beyond them a kitchen with a few people milling about in it. Apparently there is a restraunt here.

There are a few kids reading at the tables, as well as some people you'd peg as off-duty factory hands. One of them, obviously reading with heavy aid from his finger and a dictionary, is being helped by a young man with white hair. Right now, the tutor is explaining some word in plainer language than the author used, his back toward you.

>>36091133
Make a D'aw sound

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>>36091133

The door closes behind you, almost noiselessly. You don't hear it lock.

You wipe your feet on the doormat, then step forward onto the tile. When he hears the sound of your boots, the tutor wraps up his explanation, apologizes to his pupil, and gets up to meet you.

He's a tall young man, maybe mid twenties? Definitely below thirty, you'd say. His full head of white hair is unusual, and doesn't appear to be dyed. He's got a pair of thick-framed glasses on, and a scarf that's more suited to the nippy temperatures outside than to the cozy climate in the library.

"Good evening," he says as he approaches, "I trust you found your way without incident?"

>It was a little unnerving
>Of course
>What's with the door?
>What is this place?
>Let's talk business

>>36091286
>>It was a little unnerving
>Let's talk business

>>36091286
>Let's talk business

>>36091286
>>What is this place?
>>Let's talk business

> The Catcher in the Rye
He's the goddamn Laughing Man

>>36091286
>>Of course
Nice and cozy
>Let's talk business

>>36091286
>Of course
>What's with the door?
>What is this place?
>Let's talk business

>>36091286
>Of course
>What is this place?

>>36091286
>Of course
>Let's talk business

>>36091286
>>Of course
>What is this place?

>>36091286

"Of course," you say, "this isn't the worst neighborhood I've seen in the past twelve hours."

"Well," he says, "damning it with faint praise? I admit, it might not look that appealing, but once you get to know it, it's a comfortable place."

"Let's talk business," you tell him. You can feel a few of the kids sneaking looks at you, but everyone else seems to be taking your appearance in stride.

"Of course," he says, "I believe you said you were looking for some information. Mind if I grab a bite to eat before we talk about it? I'm starving."

>I'll join you
>There's no time for that
>I'll wait at a table

[He's tried to table the discussion of business until later. If you select 'no time for that', you try to force the conversation to business right now. If you join him getting food, pick a topic to talk about until he's ready to talk business.]

Topics (pick 2):
>Who are you?
>What is this place?
>Where's Davey?
>Write In

>>36091627
>I'll join you

>Who are you?
>How's your sex life?

>>36091627
>>I'll join you
und
>Who are you?
>>36091671
Bad anon, think of the children! You should ask them first

>>36091627
>>I'll join you

>>Who are you?
>>What is this place?

>>36091671
We gotta stop before this becomes our calling card.
>I'll join you
> What is this place?

>>36091627
>>I'll join you
>Who are you?
>What is this place?

>>36091718
It's gotten to the point where I imagine the MC speaks with Tommy Wiseau's accent
And it's fantastic

>>36091627
>I'll join you
>Who are you?
>What is this place?

>>36091627
>Who are you?
>What is this place?
aren't library supposed to be [insert technical information about optimal conditions of preservation of papers and manuscripts]

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>>36091627
I also second this >>36091671

>>36091671
plsno

>>36091627
>I'll join you

>Who are you?
>What is this place?

>>36091809
heh, silly me, i forgot the
>I'll join you

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>>36091627
(1/2)

"Only if I can join you," you tell him, "I'm hungry myself. What's good here?" you ask as the two of you walk toward the kitchen counter.

"Oh, the soup is excellent," he tells you, "and the bread is wonderful, with a nice crispy crust and an airy crumb."

You take a quick look at the price board, and realize that they serve nothing but soup and bread here. Well, then those must be the best items on the menu. The price is reasonable, very much so, and a few small bills get you a large bowl of some thick, dark stew and a hunk of crisp-crusted bread.

"So," you ask him while you wait for your food, "what is this place?" It's a very strange thing to find in the city, especially in an area like this.

"It's Davey's bookstore and cafe," he tells you, "A little haven from the rest of the city. Not what you were expecting, is it?" he asks with a smile.

"I didn't really have any expectations," you say, "and can you really store books in a place like this?"

"Of course you can," he says, picking up his bowl, spoon, and bread, "this was a place designed for books, after all. Climate controlled, insulated, planned out from the start to be somewhere people could come read, eat, and talk together."

He guides you toward a curtained alcove along one wall while he talks. "the floors are made from shattered pieces of a rejected batch of ceramic armor - it was too brittle for battle. We picked it up onthe cheap, and even got enough pieces to make the tables out of. If you look at the shelves," he says, gesturing at one while you pass, "you'll see that the frames are made from an off-run of steel piping. It wasn't the right alloy for piping, but it's fine for holding shelves. The little bits that look like stained glass? More industrial refuse. Vulnex's droppings are a goldmine, if you know where to look."

He holds aside the curtain, allowing you to look inside.

>>36092521
revealing his dildo collection?

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>>36092521
(2/2)

It's a small alcove, with a round table situated in the middle of a half-circular built-in couch. You can hear the ventilation fans of some piece of electronics, probably a computer. He hits a switch, and a central light, positioned over the table, switches on. The fans seem to get louder too. And you're not sure that's just fans. You're pretty sure you can hear some digital noises too.

"So," you ask, as you set your food on the table, which features a painted-on chessboard, done in the same coarse brushwork as the three on the door, "who are you? I always heard that Davey was an old man."

"He is," the young man tells you, "and I'm not him. Yet," he says, and pauses slightly, looking at you to gauge your reaction. You try not to give him one, although you're slightly surprised. "I'm Paul," he continues, "Davey's assistant. The old man's not available right now, but I might be able to help you."

>I'd like to speak with Davey himself
>Can you identify this Asset for me from their description?
>Write In

>>36092682
>>Can you identify this Asset for me from their description?
Don't question it.

>>36092682
>Can you identify this Asset for me from their description?

>>36092682
>Can you confirm that you are who you say you are?
>Can you identify this Asset for me from their description?

>>36092682
>Can you identify this Asset for me from their description?

>>36092682

"Can you identify someone for me based off of his description?" you ask him, "I think he's a corp Asset."

"Perhaps," he tells you, "but it won't be free."

You think, for just a second, about asking him about his sex life, or offering to provide 'services', but you get the feeling that he'd take you a bit too seriously. Seems like he's settled into 'business mode' for now.

"I have seven hour old information on his whereabouts and condition," you tell him, "which, as far as I know, is exclusive."

"Sounds fair," he says, "so, what are the particulars on this guy?"

"Uses a knife, wears a suit, fully augmented legs," you tell him, "took an entire room fully of armed men by surprise. Looks Asian."

Paul steeples his hands in front of his face, resting his elbows on the table. "Hmm," he says, as he closes his eyes, "what was his attitude like?"

"Cocky and threatening," you tell him, "but isn't that most agents?"

"No," he says, suddenly opening his eyes and staring straight into yours, "well, at least not most stealthy killers. A cocky, stealthy Asian male with a knife narrows it down quite a bit. Do you remember what kind of knife it was?"

>A butterfly knife
>A standard combat knife
>A beautiful knife
>Write In

This was not specified last session It's a choice, not a memory excercise.

>>36092942
>>A butterfly knife

>>36092942
>>A butterfly knife

>>36092942
A BIG Knife.

>>36092942
>A butterfly knife

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>>36092942
>Write In
It was very phallic...

>>36093070
Fuck off, medieval Europe.

>>36092942

"A butterfly knife," you say, "if I remember right."

"That settles it," Paul tells you, "must be Qui, The Young Dragon, or at least that's what he calls himself. Very cocky for someone whose stock in trade is jumping at other people from behind with a knife. Now, what was the information you had on his status?"

"I terminated him around seven hours ago, in the middle of the danger zone," you tell Paul, looking straight into his eyes the whole time, "the body is burnt, augments partially melted, skull smashed in."

Paul just looks at you. You think you might be able to see him think about smiling. He's got a good curve to his jawline, you think, as your eyes travel from his mouth to the side of his face. Very finely cut.

"Well," he finally says, "I'd need to confirm it, but that's definitely a good exchange for what I told you, if it's accurate. The melted augs should be easy to confirm, since his employers will try to recover as much of them as possible."

"Who were his employers?" you ask. It's been a pain speaking about the Asset in the present tense, but you can finally drop that now.

"Oh," Paul says, "That'll be extra. Such as what you were transporting in the danger zone when you had to kill an asset."

>It's not worth it - your professional reputation is at stake here. You can't go giving away client secrets.
>Tell him
>Make something up (1d10)
>Write In

>>36093230
>It's not worth it - your professional reputation is at stake here. You can't go giving away client secrets.
If we lie he'll eventually find out, and that may hurt our relationships with all major info brokers should he spread it around.

>>36093230
>>It's not worth it - your professional reputation is at stake here. You can't go giving away client secrets.
He'll find out if we lie. We could try and offer another piece of information, such as who our employer was. If he confirms the kill he'll run into the dead employees of said corp which will tell him anyways.

>>36093230
>>It's not worth it - your professional reputation is at stake here. You can't go giving away client secrets

>>36093230
Can we make a deal? This info might save our lives if Qui's corp bothers to learn who killed him. Let's say, in the interest of getting him info he otherwise wouldn't be privvy to (since we get around a lot), he tells us as a freebie and we promise to come to him first if we learn anything juicy.

>>36093230
"I afraid I can't tell you that."

>>36093230
>It's not worth it - your professional reputation is at stake here. You can't go giving away client secrets.
It's part of the job.

>>36093230

"I'm afraid I can't reveal my clients' secrets," you tell him. You only felt you could say something about the Asset because your client told you you should, "what's the normal price for that info?" you ask, over an insistent buzzing sound.

"Hold on," he says, bringing a phone up to his ear, and turning to the side "I've got to take this."

You can hear the gunfire on the other end of the line from where you're sitting. Paul winces slightly as the noise assaults his ears. He listens for a few seconds, then turns back to you.

"You're a courier, right?" he asks, then, without waiting for an answer, says, "I've got an old man that needs to be curried back here on the double. Willing to pay double your normal, for the short notice, plus whatever danger fee you charge. It's a nasty extraction, but if you've taken out an Asset, it shouldn't be too hot for you."

>Pay my normal, and throw in the info we were just talking about
>"And an Asset Elimination bonus?"
>No, the notice is too short
>No (Write In reason)
>Write In

>>36093533
>Pay my normal, and throw in the info we were just talking about
how convenient~

>>36093533
>Accept double and have him throw in the info upfront to cover the danger fee

>>36093533
Double the fee, danger fee AND info.

>>36093533
>Pay my normal, and throw in the info we were just talking about
>"And an Asset Elimination bonus?"

>META POST

And that's all for this morning, folks! Hope you enjoyed the run.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/HaikuDeluge

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

SESSION STATS:

Phone Numbers Obtained: Paul (office?)
Delivery Completed: N/A
Bonus Objectives Fulfilled: Auto-Erotica; Pay Phony; Waving At Big Brother; The Bookstore; A Real Professional

Bonus Objectives Missed: (Insert Bar-Related Objectives Here) Normal Norman; Jittery Jefferson; Doubting Thomson; Ambulance Chaser; Sellout

If you've got any questions or comments, I'd love to hear them!

>>36093453
>reading this right before posting the last update

>>36090919
No great art has been produced without constraints. I wouldn't call this great art, but writing within the constraints of anon writeins is very interesting, and spurs me on to be more creative.

Where's the fun in writing a quest without trying including player input? If I wanted to do that, I'd write a novel.

>>36093533
>>Pay my normal, and throw in the info we were just talking about
I'll do it for that
>>"And an Asset Elimination bonus?"
Just in case.

>>36093731
thanks for running
talking about art, has anyone made some rock quest fanarts?

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>>36093577
>>36093624
>>36093657
>>36093698
>>36093741

These are the votes I'll base the beginning of next thread on.

If I'm lucky, I'll be able to run day after tomorrow. Check the twitter for times.

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>>36093767
>rock quest fanart

Nope, not that I've seen. Lurking drawfags, you have permission, not that you need it.

I did find pic related on an unrelated google search a couple of weeks after Rock Quest ended, though.

I love you man.

>>36093731
Awesome quest, thanks for running. You asked what you're doing well earlier but I don't know how to answer without talking out of my ass.

I don't know what specifically appeals to me, how clearly you write and how easy your posts are to read and understand helps. I just generally like your style I guess.

>>36094014
Well, thanks.

On a semi-related topic, the only QM whose writing I enjoy is Decu's. Reading any other quest is just struggling through writing I don't enjoy to get at the story. With Dec's stuff, I don't feel that the writing gets in the way.

>>36094222
Huh, I didn't expect you to be a Decu fag.

Have you read Lessons in Knighthood? It's another quest I follow that I like the writing of, you might too if you're inclined to read it.

>>36094222
Magical Girl Noir Quest is one of those I kinda regret not jumping in on when I saw the first three threads, because now I'll never bother digging through the archives.