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>>38400801
You'd prefer it if that didn't happen, because not only would you be dead, but you'd be pissing off the OTHER goddess, and she only sent you to this store to figure out why this merchant appears to be supplying power-ups to psychopaths and would-be murderers.

But anyway.

>[X] [DOUBLE TEAM] one of your opponents, with Neptune's (theoretical) help!
>[X] [FAKE OUT] one and go after the other!

You access your newest power, the Therapist, and quickly set up a mentalpathic (telemental?) connection to Neptune, communicating to her the overall layout of your master plan.

Except, of course, it doesn't quite work like that.

>Neptune, this is Urist. On my mark, y-

"Holy cats!" You jump like three feet into the air at Neptune's glass-shattering shriek, and she totally ruins her two-handed grip on her sword to slap the side of her head. "What was that!?"

>It's- it's just me. It's Urist. Now calm down an-

"It's happening! It's finally happening!" The goddess wails. "I'm hearing voices in my head! And I'm gonna get carted off in the paddy wagon for being crazy!"

Lian actually lowers that ridiculously huge weed-whacker she calls a sword to glare daggers at her opponent. "What the hell are you on about?"

>Oh, for fuck's sake-

"The patrol wagon! The party van! The padded walls-"

>JUST ATTACK HER.

Neptue blinks. "Oh, right!" And then she launches into the air with a goddamn 'boing!' and knees Lian in the fucking chest.

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>>38400815
"Agh, fucking HELL-"

Lian stumbles backward, her heavily armored form clattering into a storage cabinet, while Neptune manages a ten-point landing that forces you to dodge out of the way. You wish you had time to ask her what the hell her knee's made of, except you can't, because you've got an even more irate swordswoman coming in from the hallway behind you-

"JuggernaaaaAAAAUT-"

Dao's voice rises to a throaty howl as she starts spinning like a goddamn top, all despite being stuck in a narrow hallway that could fit maybe two armless people. It's a pretty ridiculous sight, and you'd laugh if the fiery redhead didn't have that katana gripped in both hands, which'll cut you up right good. And if she wasn't a maelstrom of screaming wind and steel that's ripping right through the WALLS as she inexorably spins toward you and Neptune. And if you weren't exhausted right now.

... so yeah, it's not very funny at all. But if it's any consolation, Dao isn't moving very fast.

[ ] [CHARGE THROUGH] Brute-force your way into or past Dao! Stop that spin in its tracks!
[ ] [BACK AWAY] Get back into the room, give yourselves more room to dodge, wait for Dao's spin to peter out!
[ ] [THROW NEPTUNE] Neptune's a goddess, right? Throw her at Dao, it'll slow her down enough for you to get a good solid punch in.
[ ] [FACE LIAN] Forget fighting Dao for the moment- both of you, hit Lian while she's down!
[ ] [WRITE-IN]

>>38400846
>[ ] [THROW NEPTUNE] Neptune's a goddess, right? Throw her at Dao, it'll slow her down enough for you to get a good solid punch in.
Hmm, yes, makes sense.

>>38400846
>[ ] [WRITE-IN]
Can we shoot our fist? Everyone knows Top Spin loses to Hard Knuckle!

>>38400846
>[ ] [BACK AWAY] Get back into the room, give yourselves more room to dodge, wait for Dao's spin to peter out!

>>38400846
>[ ] [THROW NEPTUNE] Neptune's a goddess, right? Throw her at Dao, it'll slow her down enough for you to get a good solid punch in.

Sorry, Neptune, you're going to have to eat one for the team

>>38400846


[ ] [BACK AWAY] Get back into the room, give yourselves more room to dodge, wait for Dao's spin to peter out!

>>38400846
>[ ] [BACK AWAY] Get back into the room, give yourselves more room to dodge, wait for Dao's spin to peter out!
Just put Lian between you and Dao and you're golden. Oh, and give Neptune a shout to get out of the way too.

On a side note, on a scale of 1 to Nope, should I actually watch Neptunia?

>>38401472
If you already like the characters and the series want to see more of them in full glorious animation, then you'll probably enjoy it.

If your only experience with Neptunia is this quest, then probably not.

>>38400846
>[ ] [THROW NEPTUNE] Neptune's a goddess, right? Throw her at Dao, it'll slow her down enough for you to get a good solid punch in.
she'll forgive us

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>>38400846
>[X] [BACK AWAY]

Right. Well then. Dwarves can't get enough of hand-to-hand combat; there's something about the thrill of the hunt that turns even the feeblest draftee into a screaming berserker, who then proceeds to get turned into screaming kibble. But when you're staring at a screaming whirlwind of steel and murderous intent, there's nothing better than ranged weaponry.

You don't have time to pull out your crossbow, and throwing Neptune probably isn't the most SENSIBLE idea you've had in a while. Hell, you even briefly consider tearing off your own arm and throwing it at Dao, but you're not entirely convinced that the blood loss would be worth it.

"Okay, Urist!" Neptune chirrups, bouncing from foot to foot. Crazy protagonist-level psychopath looks like she's treating this as any other battle, whirling blades of death be damned. "I'll go in and distract her, annnNNYAAAH-"

The goddess squeals as you grab her by that ridiculous hoodie and drag her back into the back office with no time to spare- there's a sound much like a chainsaw running at full speed before Dao just fucking buzzsaws the doorway in half, and you pretty much hurl Neptune off to the side before backing up even more.

You shouldn't have bothered- Dao stops spinning the moment she clears the entranceway, looking mildly annoyed. "Coward! You flee like Lian, AND you dodge my attack?" she barks out.

"Yeah, asshole, I'm fine, thanks for asking," Lian snarls from her corner of the room. She slams a gauntleted hand into the wall- THROUGH the wall- and levers herself back up, glowing with a reddish aura. Even as you watch, crimson runes start orbiting the blue swordswoman's armor, which is never a good sign. "And fuck you, Dao, it's called a tactical retreat!"

"Hn." Dao snorts, turning to face her nemesis and/or ally and/or whatever the fuck they are, you don't even- "Whatever. Blowing your buff already? Try keeping it in a bottle. Maybe next time, you won't run down so quickly."

(Cont.)

>>38400846

[BACK AWAY]

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>>38401915
Lian turns an interesting shade of crimson. "Well, forgive ME for having to FIGHT for my power-ups! Maybe if you weren't so scared of a little jungling, you wouldn't scrabble for YOUR second-rate power-ups in the river-"

"It's called strategy and timing and discipline. Something YOU lack," Dao snarls, baring her teeth like an animal.

Neptune sidles closer to you, dusting herself off. "Should... should we just leave?" she stage-whispers. "What kind of boss battle IS this?"

That depends, you grumble back, corking your flask (because fuck if you don't need a drink right now). Can we go back to Blanc and tell her we've actually done what we came here to do?

"... ah! That's right! We can't go now!" Neptune hisses. "We've gotta get that treasure chest!"

... it's a lockbox, Neptune. A lockbox. Not a treasure chest. It's gonna be filled with records and other bookkeeping nonsense like-

"It won't be anything THAT boring!" she insists. "We had to go through all this fighting just to get to it, right? Besides, I have it on the highest authority that-"

WHAT highest authority??

"My hunch!"

... right. You don't have time for this.

[ ] [AMBUSH] Attack them while they're quibbling. Maybe their guard's down!
[ ] [EGG THEM ON] Try to add fuel to the fire. See if you can't get them to fight.
[ ] [SNEAK AWAY] Maybe they'll fight if you just leave them to it. Try to sneak out.
[ ] [LOCKBOX] Sneak over to the lockbox while they're distracted. Neptune has a hunch about it, maybe she's right.
[ ] [WRITE-IN]

>>38401957
>[ ] [EGG THEM ON] Try to add fuel to the fire. See if you can't get them to fight.
>[ ] [LOCKBOX] Sneak over to the lockbox while they're distracted. Neptune has a hunch about it, maybe she's right.
TIME FOR SOME BRUTAL CUNNING!

>>38401957
[LOCKBOX]

The box, the box!

>>38401957
>[ ] [EGG THEM ON] Try to add fuel to the fire. See if you can't get them to fight.
>[ ] [LOCKBOX] Sneak over to the lockbox while they're distracted. Neptune has a hunch about it, maybe she's right.

Egg them on while slowly moving to the lockbox!

>>38401957
>[ ] [EGG THEM ON] Try to add fuel to the fire. See if you can't get them to fight.
>[ ] [SNEAK AWAY] Maybe they'll fight if you just leave them to it. Try to sneak out.
Haha nope. Let Neptune go get the lockbox if she wants, though.

>>38401957
>[X] [AMBUSH] Attack them while they're quibbling. Maybe their guard's down!
>[X] [BEER] Share some of your beer with one (or both) of them. Forcefully.

>>38401957
>[X] [EGG THEM ON] Try to add fuel to the fire. See if you can't get them to fight.

When they're fighting,

>[X] [LOCKBOX] Sneak over to the lockbox while they're distracted. Neptune has a hunch about it, maybe she's right.

>>38401957
>[ ] [LOCKBOX] Sneak over to the lockbox while they're distracted. Neptune has a hunch about it, maybe she's right.

>>38401957
>[x] [LOCKBOX] Sneak over to the lockbox while they're distracted. Neptune has a hunch about it, maybe she's right.
Alright!

>>38401957
>[ ] [EGG THEM ON] Try to add fuel to the fire. See if you can't get them to fight.

And lockbox

>>38401957
>[X] [EGG THEM ON]
>[X] [LOCKBOX]

Yeah, you don't have time for this- sooner or later, they're gonna remember WHY they're here. Worst case scenario, they'll actually work together to slice you to ribbons, and in the best case scenario, they'll... still probably end up slicing you to ribbons anyway, since either one of them is more than a match for you.

That didn't stop you from socking 'em in the gut before, but you're not sure how much longer that'll keep working. So instead of sticking your neck out, you stand back and watch the two morons at work.

"- and you were planning to use that gap closer of yours, weren't you? Again!" Dao rails, prodding Lian in the chest (with a 'clink clink clink,' because armor)- they'd closed the distance when you weren't paying attention.

"Yes! I mean, no! I mean-" Lian sputters for a moment before rallying magnificently. "WHICH gap closer?"

"That! That's it!" More chest-prodding, more CLINK CLINK CLINK. "One tool in your repertoire. And you work it to death! You should use more skills, like-"

"Like what, YOU?" Lian sneers. "YOU'VE got no built-in passives! Your head's only got room for four skills, like some sort of /pocket monster/!"

"Graaah!" Dao throws up her hands, shaking her head. "Forget it. Talking to you is useless! We kill the dwarf and then-"

Aaaand that's probably your cue to interject. You clear your throat and ask them why they don't just work out their fucking problems? Fight it out so it doesn't mess 'em both up while they're on duty?

"Because SHE'S a chicken and I'D only fuck her up-"

"Because SHE knows I'LL beat the shit out of her-"

... wow. That was almost perfectly synchronized.

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>>38403071
Dao and Lian immediately stop talking, and you can almost see the air heating up between their eyes, the way they're glaring at each other. At this point, it could go either way, and you lick your lips, trying to figure out what to say to push them over the boiling point-

Surprisingly enough, it's Neptune who pulls it off.

"Why don't you go fight it out at that newfangled festival?" the goddess asks innocently. "The one with all the hots, or the hotties, or the-"

"Hots? Hots-" Dao stiffens up. You watch with clinical interest as her tanned face turning an alarming shade of red, then blue, then the sort of incandescent purple only seen in absolute fucking rage. "The Heroes Of The fucking Storm Festival!?" she seethes. "What do you take us for? Filthy casuals!?"

Neptune's saved from having to answer when Lian snickers nastily. "No, no, she's got a point, old friend," she chuckles, mock-wiping aside a tear of mirth. "You'd look real fucking regal riding into battle on a neon pony, Dao. Why, it's the only natural step forward from hats, isn't it? My little-"

"YOU are NOT one to talk, you money-grubbing /whore/!" Dao howls, her rough voice growing even rougher. "What sorts of services won't you accept money for again? Oh, that's right- /nothing/! Absolutely noth-"

You blink. One moment, they were arguing like rational people, and the next, they're rolling around the ruined office literally beating the everloving shit out of each other, almost too fast for the eye to catch. The MOBAs have completely forgotten their weapons in favor of clawing, punching, and gouging- you catch a glimpse of Dao grabbing Lian by the hair and slamming the blue knight's side with vicious bodyblows, and then Lian's got Dao in a leglock, bending the fiery redhead's arm the wrong way-

(Cont.)

>>38403114
"Got the box!" Neptune crows from the other side of the room, holding aloft her absolutely nondescript 'treasure box.' "C'mon, let's open it to see what's inside!"

You tear your eyes away from the wrestling catfight to ask her a question- and you sort of have to raise your voice to be heard above the shrieking. And the ever-present alarms blaring throughout the store and building. Does she have a key or anything? OUTSIDE her fucking sword, you mean?

Neptune pouts, putting her sword back into hammerspace. "Do you HAVE to remove all the good punchlines, Urist?"

You shake your head and scowl. Nope. No fun allowed on your watch. Maybe tomorrow, when you don't feel like a sack of sh-

Your phone chooses this moment to go off. You can't HEAR it, of course, but the damn thing's vibrating in your pocket. You take a moment to pull it out- you don't recognize the number, but from the three digits up in front, it's apparently from a local Lowee number.

[ ] [SKEDADDLE] Leave through the back door with your loot. You can examine it when you're NOT in danger of getting apprehended by the cops, and answer your phone while you're running.
[ ] [MERCHANT] The call can wait. Go back up front and confront the merchant again. Now that his guards are disposed of, and you're holding onto whatever he's keeping in this safebox, he might be willing to talk.
[ ] [PHONE] Step outside for just a moment to answer your phone. Neither the MOBAs nor the merchant are (probably) going anywhere, after all.
[ ] [WRITE-IN]

[X] [SKEDADDLE] Leave through the back door with your loot. You can examine it when you're NOT in danger of getting apprehended by the cops, and answer your phone while you're running.

>>38403149
>[x] [SKEDADDLE] Leave through the back door with your loot. You can examine it when you're NOT in danger of getting apprehended by the cops, and answer your phone while you're running.

>>38403149
>[x] [SKEDADDLE] Leave through the back door with your loot. You can examine it when you're NOT in danger of getting apprehended by the cops, and answer your phone while you're running.

>>38403149
>[X] [SKEDADDLE] Leave through the back door with your loot. You can examine it when you're NOT in danger of getting apprehended by the cops, and answer your phone while you're running.
It's well past getting the fuck out time.

>>38403149
[ ] [SKEDADDLE] Leave through the back door with your loot. You can examine it when you're NOT in danger of getting apprehended by the cops, and answer your phone while you're running.

>>38403149
>[ ] [SKEDADDLE] Leave through the back door with your loot. You can examine it when you're NOT in danger of getting apprehended by the cops, and answer your phone while you're running.

>>38403149
[x] [PHONE] Step outside for just a moment to answer your phone. Neither the MOBAs nor the merchant are (probably) going anywhere, after all.

>[X] [SKEDADDLE] Leave through the back door with your loot. You can examine it when you're NOT in danger of getting apprehended by the cops, and answer your phone while you're running.

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*cough*
I'll just leave this here...for a certain friendly sis.

>>38403149
>[X] [SKEDADDLE]

"Well, whatever! We scored the loot, now let's hurry up and crack open the safe befoooOOHEY!"

Not for the first time today, you've got Neptune by the hoodie before she said "safe," kicked open the door before she could start on "before," and are halfway down the fucking street before she even /started/ vocalizing "HEY!" She doesn't even struggle as you drag her along, on account of her being bent almost double due to your height difference and because she's frantically flapping her feet just trying not to fall on her face (where you'd proceed to drag her across the pavement 'til her skin melts off).

"C'mon, Urist, what gives!?" Neptune whines. "You're trying to bump me off! Is that it? You don't want me taking over your position as the main-"

No, you're trying to SAVE both your lives, you growl, ducking into an alleyway and peering outside- no cops yet, which is an unexpected bonus. You risked dicking around in that shop for long enough- any moment, that merchant'll have called in more guards or cops or whatever, and then it'll be all over save for the memorial engravings!

"Well, we'd just explain it to the cops, and-"

Look, where YOU'RE from, nobles hand out punishments for not forging a pair of adamantine corkscrews. And fortress guards administer those beatings with the sharp ends of their weapons! Lowee guards pack motherfucking shotguns, for crying out loud, and you both knocked over a store and left it a smoldering wreck! They won't just bash you with their rifles!

"It'll be fine! Blanc wanted us to do it!" Neptune insists. "She's a goddess! And I'M a goddess, too!"

Yeah, well, there was a fifty-fifty chance that we'd get to explain that AFTER they beat us black and blue.

(Cont.)

>>38404620
"Aaah, jeez!" Neptune throws her hands up into the air, looking exasperated for the first time since you've met her. Hell, you weren't even sure she HAD a setting between 'hyper' and 'dead unconscious.' "You're even worse than Noire! Fine then, I'm gonna get this safe open, but I'm not sharing any of whatever's inside with you!"

Well, true to her word, Neptune immediately starts trying to crack the safe. It's got some sort of weird letter and number combination lock going, so she's probably not gonna get through it soon. Just as well; you shrug and take this moment of comparative peace and quiet at face value, since you have so few of the damn things.

You still have to meet up with Estelle, f'r instance, see how that whole "Blanc isn't actually in her seat of government" situation is panning out.

And then there's whoever called you, so you flip open your phone. No reply from Maia yet, you note idly. Anyway, whoever called left a voice message, and-

>"U-Urist. It's Rokko. Could u-use some, backup. W-Whenever you're, free. Trek's robotics shop."

... huh. When the hell did /Rokko/ get your numbe-

Your thoughts are interrupted by a CLANG CLANG CLANG as Neptune starts hammering her sword against the safebox. Armok preserve you.

[ ] [NEPTUNE] You know what? Help Neptune crack open that safe, may as well see what's inside- even if all you DO have are swords and brute force. Hopefully, whatever's inside isn't fragile.
[ ] [ESTELLE] Head for the Basilicom. Estelle's probably still tied up with discreetly telling government bigwigs that Blanc's gonna be stepping out, maybe she could use some help. Hell, she could even help you get this safebox open! Hopefully.
[ ] [ROKKO] Head for... some sort of robotics shop to help out Rokko with some unknown task. They should be able to get the box open, right? Oh, and ask her how she even got your number, naturally.
[ ] [WRITE-IN]

>>38404660
>[X] [NEPTUNE] You know what? Help Neptune crack open that safe, may as well see what's inside- even if all you DO have are swords and brute force. Hopefully, whatever's inside isn't fragile.
>[X] [ROKKO] Head for... some sort of robotics shop to help out Rokko with some unknown task. They should be able to get the box open, right? Oh, and ask her how she even got your number, naturally.

>>38404660
>[ ] [ROKKO] Head for... some sort of robotics shop to help out Rokko with some unknown task. They should be able to get the box open, right? Oh, and ask her how she even got your number, naturally.

We gotta go help our drinking buddy

>>38404660
>ROKKO] Head for... some sort of robotics shop to help out Rokko with some unknown task. They should be able to get the box open, right? Oh, and ask her how she even got your number,

>>38404660
[X] [ROKKO] Head for... some sort of robotics shop to help out Rokko with some unknown task. They should be able to get the box open, right? Oh, and ask her how she even got your number, naturally.

>>38404660
>[ ] [ROKKO] Head for... some sort of robotics shop to help out Rokko with some unknown task. They should be able to get the box open, right? Oh, and ask her how she even got your number, naturally.

>>38404660

>[X] [ROKKO] Head for... some sort of robotics shop to help out Rokko with some unknown task. They should be able to get the box open, right? Oh, and ask her how she even got your number, naturally.

If Neptune complains we can always just tell her it's clearly a plot-mandated fetch quest.

>>38404660
>[ ] [ROKKO] Head for... some sort of robotics shop to help out Rokko with some unknown task. They should be able to get the box open, right? Oh, and ask her how she even got your number, naturally.
Grab the box and drag Neptune if she decides to hold onto it.

>>38404660
>[ ] [ROKKO] Head for... some sort of robotics shop to help out Rokko with some unknown task. They should be able to get the box open, right? Oh, and ask her how she even got your number, naturally.

Maybe Rokko has a lock pick attachment?

>>38404660
[ ] [ROKKO] Head for... some sort of robotics shop to help out Rokko with some unknown task. They should be able to get the box open, right? Oh, and ask her how she even got your number, naturally.
Watch out for ambushes

>>38404660
>Take Nepnep with us on the way to Rokko.

>>38404660
>[ ] [NEPTUNE] You know what? Help Neptune crack open that safe, may as well see what's inside- even if all you DO have are swords and brute force. Hopefully, whatever's inside isn't fragile.
>[ ] [ROKKO] Head for... some sort of robotics shop to help out Rokko with some unknown task. They should be able to get the box open, right? Oh, and ask her how she even got your number, naturally.

>[X] [NEPTUNE] You know what? Help Neptune crack open that safe, may as well see what's inside- even if all you DO have are swords and brute force. Hopefully, whatever's inside isn't fragile.
>[X] [ROKKO] Head for... some sort of robotics shop to help out Rokko with some unknown task. They should be able to get the box open, right? Oh, and ask her how she even got your number, naturally.

>>38404660
>>38404712
I'm way too late, but I'll just support this anyway.

>>38404660
>[ ] [ROKKO] Head for... some sort of robotics shop to help out Rokko with some unknown task. They should be able to get the box open, right? Oh, and ask her how she even got your number, naturally.
and explain Dwarf Therapist to Neptune. Maybe that will keep her busy long enough to stop hitting the safe with her sword.

>>38404660
>[X] [ROKKO]
>[X] And take Neptune and the box too, naturally!

You disregard your tiny booze flasks for once and pull out an entire barrel of hooch, hefting it as easily as a mug, putting it to your lips, and drinking beer like Armok INTENDED dwarves to drink.

Right. You don't really HAVE any other pressing engagements right now; the person who sent you to scope out that (currently ruined) shop ain't coming back for a little while, and Estelle probably doesn't need help telling a bunch of pencil-pushers that their boss won't be back for a while.

Hell, on second thought, you'd probably just cause her MORE trouble by dragging a rival nation's head of state along for the ride, and on the other hand, dumping Neptune somewhere with that box in her hands... you can't help but re-imagine HDD-form Neptune standing in a smoking crater. So yeah, no.

That leaves visiting Rokko. And if she went through all this trouble to give you a ring, then you'd feel like a fucking heel if you let her hang. Fact of the matter is, she went through some shit to keep your hide intact, even if half of it was while she was defending herself from monsters.

... you put down the barrel and store it back into your backpack. The clanging noise has stopped, on account of Neptune staring at you in mild awe. "Wow. That... jeez, is that the sort of thing you're supposed to call metal? Or hardcore?" she breathes. "Wait, am I supposed to set a good example and tell everyone sitting in front of the screen not to drink?"

The hell is she even- aah, forget it. Not for the first OR last time today, you bodily heft Neptune up to her feet and start dragging her along. C'mon, she's not gonna break through that box with her goddamn sword, the only thing she's going to do is ruin the metal, the box's contents, or both.

(Cont.)

>>38405693
"Wah! What're we going to do on the street?" Neptune wails just as you exit the alleyway.

... well, what you're GOING to do is to go see a super fighting robot about breaking open a high-security lockbox stolen from a shop. You've seen that peashooter of hers, it'll probably be enough to turn this lock into scrap metal. Hopefully without melting it, but that's another worry completely.

It doesn't take a whole lot of asking around to figure out where Trek's robotics shop is; seems like the place recently went through a name change and goes by 'Rococo Robotics Lab.' You quickly find it in an older part of town, not too far from the Pocket Monster Trainer's temple, where Estelle had that little fight with Ain. The shop itself is well-kept, clean, and brightly-colored, looking for all the world like some kid's idea of a tinker's lab than an actual high-tech facility. There's even a cute little robot mascot on the sign, with a rounded body and big adorable eyes.

... you note with a little trepidation that the Rococo Robotics Lab is in an OLDER part of town than the Trainer's temple. Either they moved in long after the fact, or whoever owns the shop is gonna be one hell of a veteran adventurer.

(Cont.)

>>38405727
You make to knock on the door, but you hear the sound of voices coming from inside- a few voices, actually. One or two of them sound familiar, and Rokko's distinctive electronic stutter is instantly recognizable.

... Neptune is already up against the door, her ear pressed against the finely grained wood. "C'mon! Let's listen in!"

You hiss at her through Therapist, something along the lines of >Fucking hell, keep it down!- and Neptune nearly shrieks again, if you hadn't clamped a hand over her mouth and dragged her back from the door.

[ ] [EAVESDROP] Because why not. If it IS something life-threatening, then you wanna be sure that you won't be walking into a firefight without knowing what you're up against.
[ ] [THERAPIST] ... take some time to explain what Therapist is to Neptune. This shrieking at each bout of telepathy is going to get really, really old.
[ ] [GO ON IN] Eavesdropping is for chumps. Walk on in through the front door; you'll be ready for anything, come what may.
[ ] [KNOCK] Eavesdropping is for chumps, but... y'know. So is bursting on in unannounced. Have some freaking respect, will ya?
[ ] [WRITE-IN]

>>38405755

>[X] [EAVESDROP] Because why not. If it IS something life-threatening, then you wanna be sure that you won't be walking into a firefight without knowing what you're up against.

And after that, before we move in...

>[X] [THERAPIST] ... take some time to explain what Therapist is to Neptune. This shrieking at each bout of telepathy is going to get really, really old.

>>38405755
>[] [EAVESDROP] Because why not. If it IS something life-threatening, then you wanna be sure that you won't be walking into a firefight without knowing what you're up against.

>>38405727
>one hell of a veteran adventurer
once Rokko has access to ALL her special weapons....and sub/E tanks....

>>38405755
>[ ] [THERAPIST] ... take some time to explain what Therapist is to Neptune. This shrieking at each bout of telepathy is going to get really, really old.
>[] [TEXT] To give Rokko a heads up, before
>[ ] [MORE THERAPIST] this thing works through doors, right? Being subtle about it should help, too.

>>38405755
>[x] [EAVESDROP] Because why not. If it IS something life-threatening, then you wanna be sure that you won't be walking into a firefight without knowing what you're up against.
>[x] [THERAPIST] ... take some time to explain what Therapist is to Neptune. This shrieking at each bout of telepathy is going to get really, really old.

>[x] [EAVESDROP] Because why not. If it IS something life-threatening, then you wanna be sure that you won't be walking into a firefight without knowing what you're up against.
>[x] [THERAPIST] ... take some time to explain what Therapist is to Neptune. This shrieking at each bout of telepathy is going to get really, really old.

>>38405755
>[X] [GO ON IN] Eavesdropping is for chumps. Walk on in through the front door; you'll be ready for anything, come what may.
>[X] [WRITE-IN] While shouting "Bing-bong, motherfuckers." Because that's certain to have everyone stop what they're doing and turn to look at you, giving Rokko a half-second pause to do whatever.
>[X] [WRITE-IN] Also, Therapist connect with Rokko to pull up the tactical overlay and ask her what's going on. Because she's likely to give a quick, succinct answer.

>>38405755
>[ ] [THERAPIST] ... take some time to explain what Therapist is to Neptune. This shrieking at each bout of telepathy is going to get really, really old.

>>38405755
>>38405838
Supporting this!

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Alright, that's a decent place to wind down, and I have to run in any case. We'll pick up next time with the winning choices of-

>[X] [THERAPIST] Explain what the hell it is to Neptune!
>[X] [EAVESDROP] While explaining the above to Neptune, and
>[X] [WRITE-IN] Try and use Therapist to ask Rokko what's going on, because there's no reason not to!

Next thread will be on 3/7, Saturday, starting from about 9-ish pm EST- back to the usual time.

Thanks for participating this thread, guys; hope you all enjoyed it, and see you next time! Schedule's been completely bonkers lately, but it should even out next week, and the thread schedule'll be back to normality for a while.

>>38406295
Thanks for running Blorp!

>>38406295
It was definitely fun, looking forward to next time.