You are enjoying grilling your brother about his love interest, a sparkle lighting up the LEDs within your eyes more than usual. Ares is doing his best to cease existing for the moment. You're pretty sure if he had capillaries he'd be doing that blush thing humans do. Aph is laughing her head off, almost falling over in the process. All in all, you're having the first good time you've had since you woke up.

Before long, however, there's a deliberate but light rapping at your door. Ares shoots up and stands ready to defend you, but Aph simply rolls her eyes at his outlandish display of mechanical machismo. She opens the door and there, floating in the air, is what looks like some kind of...toy helicopter? Or plane? It's roughly the size of Lucky was, white with various logos painted all over it, and a sleek design meant for speed and agility. It's four propellers keep it perfectly level, while a rather dangerous-looking gun attached to it's underside is pointing menacingly ahead. It has two small, thin "hands" on either side, one of which is holding a box by some rope wrapped around it.

"Delivery!" it says in a cheerful, extremely bubbly, feminine voice. You have a feeling if it had a face, it would be smiling broadly.

>Take the box and shut the door
>Hello!
>Hide and let Aph take the box
>Other (write in)

>>768207
>Hello!
Hello to you too AM.

>>768207
Hello what are you doing here?

>>768282
>>768396
Just because it's the apocalypse doesn't mean you can't be cordial.

Writing!

You don't know what she is, but she's cute! You stand up quickly and wave happily. "Hello! What are you doing here?"

The floating drone waves back with one tiny mechanical arm. "Hello! You must be the new arrivals! I'm Ni-" she suddenly freezes mid-sentence as she notices a rather serious-looking Ares who hasn't relaxed despite your polite greeting. The drone collects herself after a moment and continues, but in a much shyer tone than before. "I'm Nike...pleased to meet you...uh...um...here." Nike hands Aph the box and backs away slowly. "NicetomeetyouIneedtogobye."

As the floating drone girl zooms off at full speed, Aph closes the door, then frowns at Ares. "You couldn't just lighten up for half a second? Nike's nice, soldier boy. Don't scare her!"

Ares crosses his arms. "I can't be too careful...she had a weapon."

"We all have weapons, you dick!" Aph says, producing a handgun from her considerable cleavage. "Pandora, your boyfriend needs to chill out."

>He's not my boyfriend! He's just looking out for me! Leave him alone!
>He thinks I'm his sister. He's overprotective. Sorry.
>Other (write in)

>>768511
>He thinks I'm his sister. He's overprotective. Sorry.

>thinks
Don't be so rude to your family Pandora jeez.

>>768511
>He thinks I'm his sister. He's overprotective. Sorry.
>thinks
Waitwhat

>>768557
>>768511

We ARE his sister. He's a touch over protective.

Oh god... don't tell me the little drone has a crush on ares?

>>768557
>>768627
Shut up, Ares.

Writing!

>>768700
Never fails. Tripcodes are my kryptonite.

christ, I can't believe I'm over an hour late to one of my favorite quests. how ya doin AM?

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"Sorry." you say, frowning at Ares, who is cowed just about instantly, but he looks a little offended that you took her side, "He thinks I'm his sister and gets overprotective sometimes...is she going to be okay?"

"Nike's a big girl." Aph says, sighing, "She'll be fine. Just make sure guns ablazin' there doesn't get all bodyguard on everyone here. A lot of the others are a little intimidated. He's probably offed more droids than both sides of this war put together. Hell, the church even views him as a sort of deity in his own right. Some kind of divine guardian or protector of the 'Progenitor's' holy resting place or something." Aph snorts derisively. "Anyway, this is probably all the stuff Jason has on humans you asked for."

Aph lays the box on the table, a much lighter sound than you expected from the size of the parcel. As she opens it, you see why. It's a small stack of papers and a couple blurry photos, nothing more. She shrugs, spreading her hands. "Sorry. Info on humans isn't exactly priority one here..."

The files are sparse accounts on vague, possible sightings or rumors at best, with some pictures of fuzzy outlines of humanoid shapes. It's your best lead for now, though, so you get to work reading through them. Only a few are anything more than "I heard they live in X area." type things.

Possible sighting of human survivor. Witness testimonial as follows. "I was on gathering duty at the old factory getting scraps and stuff, y'know. Me, [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] were there from 4 to 6PM and were just about to go home when we heard a noise. Thought it could've been an animal organic or something, but [REDACTED] said she saw something run by. I had my gun ready, hoping it wasn't one of the Tartarus crazies gotten loose again. I saw a little bit of it, it looked like...one of us, but kinda wrong? There was metal and stuff, but wrong? I dunno, it moved too fast to see. It wasn't all android like us. Couldn't have been, I'm pretty sure I heard it breathing or something. Creepy."

Witness testimonial of contact. "Okay, this is gonna sound crazy, but I swear it's true, check my error logs. I was just out for a walk after guard duty. Didn't go too far out, but I was alone. I like my alone time, okay? Anyway, one minute I was minding my own business, admiring the landscape, the next I'm on the ground. I just...blacked out or something. Lost 10 whole minutes of time. Just no recollection of it happening or who did it to me. All I know is that I was missing two fingers and I had to reboot half my systems just to stand up. But the real crazy part? There were footprints everywhere and I had blood on me. Like, organic blood. My shirt was covered in it on the right side. I gave it to the guy...yeah, that guy there. I don't think a raccoon pack or possum family could knock me out or anything, you get me? What could it be but human? I was close to Nowhere I think. Like, halfway between there and here near some old fucked up buildings.

(cont)

Attached is a photo of the shirt in question. It's covered in bloody smears and torn up a bit. There are also a few burn marks here and there, but they could be old.

The rest are just rumors of a tribe of humans living in Tartarus or vague ideas of them coming into the camp at night to harvest parts like some kinds of boogeymen. You seriously doubt most of these aren't just word of mouth paranoia. But those two seem a little believable, at least.

>I want to go see the old factory
>I want to check out the buildings near Nowhere
>I want to talk to _____ (write in)
>Other (write in)

>>768983
>I want to go see the old factory

>>768983
>I want to go see the old factory

>>768842
Favorite? Oh gosh, anon, you flatter me! I'm doing fine, thank you for asking!

Now would you all be so kind as to roll 1d100, best of 3, to convince Aph to let you visit potentially dangerous areas?

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>769068

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>769068

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>769068
Here goes!

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>769068
Rolling.

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>>769144
I'm not saying the dice bot's in love with Pandora, but...

Writing.

Hey, I just realized. Are we still in our sundress? If so, do you guys think it's about time we should find some new clothes, especially since a sundress isn't very good exploration gear?

You finish reading the reports and, at the very least, have some idea of where to start. You stand up, look Aph in the eye and speak sternly. "I want to go to the old factory."

Both Aph and Ares don't look too thrilled by this idea. Aph shakes her head slowly. "Sweetie, the factory isn't a nice place. It's old, rusty, full of broken shit and falling debris. Not to mention the threat of escaped Tartarus drones. They're not pleasant people, I promise you. Most of them are locked up there for a reason. They have a nasty habit of attacking on sight. And while the majority aren't exactly major threats, there are a few really dangerous ones. Military types that tear through solid concrete like a knife through wet paper. You really don't-"

"I have to." you cut her off, "I need to find the doctor. He could be out there. He could be with others from the Facility. He could be looking for me!"

"I get that, he's important, sure, but to go out looking for something that probably isn't even there is a huge risk! We only send armed scavenging parties of people there. People who are trained and have seen combat. No offense, but you're not exactly equipped to handle a fight." Aph motions to you in general, gesturing at your small, non-threatening form.

"But he is." you say, pointing to Ares.

Ares frowns, but slowly nods. "If...father is still alive, I would like to find him. He was...is a good man. I would be willing to fight to find him, but..." his expression is one of worry as he looks at you. "I know I said I would protect you, sister, but...maybe I could just go in your place? Miss Aph is...not a bad person."

"Gee, thanks for the glowing complement, tons of guns." Aph says sarcastically.

Ares ignores her. "And...Mouse is here as well. If she trusts them, I suppose we can. Maybe I could go with their next group and see if there's something there that clues us in as to where father is?"

"Huh...that's actually not a half bad idea." Aph says, tapping her hip in thought, "I'm sure Jason wouldn't say no to our scouts having some more protection."

You're not exactly a fighter, so Ares has a point. But could you really let him go without you?

>Alright, you go without me
>No, I'm going with you
>Other (write in)

>>769235
You are in fact still in your dress. It's a little dirty and worse for wear now, but it's mostly intact.

>>769271
>Alright, you go without me

>>769271
>>Alright, you go without me

>>769271
>>Alright, you go without me
Ares, do your best to go non-lethal. The goal is retrieval, not elimination.

All right, Aph, you know what time it is.

Time for a MAKEOVER!!! SQUEE!

>>769338
MAKEOVER, MAAAAKEOVER, MAKEOVER MAAAKEOVER, MAKE-O-VER!

Writing.

>>769271
>>No, I'm going with you

"Alright..." you say, slumping your shoulders in defeat. They're right. "You go without me. Just...try not to hurt anyone? And let me know if you find anything as soon as you get back! If he's out there, we need to find him."

Ares nods, resolute. "I will. Anything I find, you'll know first."

"You guys really do love this guy, huh?" Aph says, smiling, "Alright, come on soldier, I'll show you to the scout group. They'll get a real kick out of this. And when I get back, girl we need to do something about your look. I think we have some clothes that should fit you. We'll have a girls night and swap stories about boys and braid eachothers' hair." she does a sarcastic turn of her head and overly-girly pose, laughing all the way out the door, waving for Ares to follow her.

"I'll be back soon." Ares says, giving you a slightly awkward, out of practice hug, "Stay safe."

You roll your eyes. "I'll be fine. Go on."

Several minutes later there's more distinct, light rapping at your door. Upon opening it, Nike is floating there once again, but this time without anything to deliver. She waves pleasantly. "Hi! Um, Aph told me your brother was going out and that you were going to have a 'girls night' and said I should keep you company until she gets back. Um, if that's okay, I mean..."

You nod enthusiastically, inviting her in. She floats in carefully, avoiding bumping into the door frame. She's very steady and smooth with her movements. It's impressive to say the least. She deploys little landing struts and perches herself on the table, folding her fingers together delicately.

"So..." she says, a little awkwardly. With no face to be seen, it's hard to really read her, but you get the feeling she's not too great with conversation starters.

>So why don't you look like everyone else?
>Do you fight like the others do?
>Sorry about Ares
>Other (write in)

>>769441
>Sorry about Ares

>>769441
>>Do you fight like the others do?

>>769441
>Sorry about Ares. He's uncomfortable meeting new people for the first time.
>Do you fight like the others do?

>>769441
>>Do you fight like the others do?

>>769441
>"Is there anything YOU want to know?"
>"Would you like to see me dance?"

The legacy of the Doctor vs a churchborn idol, WHO WILL WIN!?

Back in a moment, will write once I return!

"Um, so...sorry about Ares earlier." you say after a short silence, "He's a little uncomfortable meeting new people for the first time...especially when they have uh...guns like you do."

"Oh...oh!" Nike says, "It's alright, I was just...um, surprised! I don't blame him. He's had to protect you all this time, so I'm sure he's a little wary of others."

"And speaking of your gun," you continue, "do you fight like the others do? Aph said everyone has weapons, does that mean everyone shoots people...?"

"Oh, no!" Nike replies quickly, "This is just for safety! My job is courier! I deliver things to people! Sometimes I need to make drop-offs to slightly dangerous areas, so I have the gun just in case. But I almost never actually need to use it. I know it's a little intimidating, but better safe than sorry, you know?"

"I...guess." you say, though you still feel a little uneasy about it.

"Hey, uhm..." Nike begins, the light clicking of her little claw-like fingers rubbing together nervously can be heard rather clearly, "so about your broth-"

She's cut off suddenly by the door swinging open rather roughly, banging against the wall as Aph kicks it, her hands full of a large box of clothing and other miscellaneous items. "I'm back! Let's get this party started!"

The next moments are a whirlwind of trying on clothes, ranging from rather racy things that you feel a little awkward wearing, to very modest, plain-looking items that aren't anything flashy, but they don't make you feel uncomfortable. You exchange idle chatter the whole time, talking about gossip, other members of the BC and your own time at the Facility. It's fun, you've never really done anything like this before and you could honestly get used to it.

You're given a few outfit choices in the end, having to politely turn down some of the more risque outfits Aph tries to recommend, despite her insistence that you would look "hot" in them.

First is a regular T shirt and jeans combo with sneakers. Nothing to really go crazy over, but it's a pretty normal outfit.

Next is a tank top, jacket, knee-high boots and denim skirt that's a little short for your tastes, but it looks alright enough. Honestly this looks a little more like something Aph would wear.

Lastly is another dress, though this one is a little poofier than your last one. Light blue with polka-dots and flats because "heels would make running dangerous". Aph calls it "1950's housewife", whatever that means.

What should you wear now that your old dress has seen it's last days?

>T-shirt & jeans
>tanktop & skirt
>dress
>Can I just wear something like my old dress before?

>>769745
>dress

>>769745
>dress

>>769745
>>T-shirt & jeans
Grab the jacket from the other outfit. We need something that can protect our flimsy plastic from harm. This would go good for adventuring...

Dress-Up Quest is complete.

Writing!

>>769745
>dress
get something with a hood, too. A shawl, or maybe just a big hat.

You decide on the dress, seeing as how you're used to wearing one already. You do a little twirl for the others, who applaud merrily and sing praises of how cute you look. You think silently to yourself that you really needed this. With all the sad stuff that's been happening and the stress of trying to find the doctor, you've been desperately in need of something cheerful and uplifting, and this is just that. You can't help but lose yourself in a fit of giggles as you begin to dance around in your new outfit. This continues for a while, the others cheering you on, until you eventually realize that poor Nike got cutoff before she was about to ask you something.

You sit down at the table, propping your head up on your hands. "So Nike, what were you going to say before?"

"B-before?" Nike asks, her propellers spinning suddenly, "Wha-what do you mean?"

"Right when Aph came in, you wanted to ask me something about Ares, right?" you say happily.

"O-oh, it was nothing!" Nike says nervously, her fingers clicking away rapidly, "Just um...oh, it's not important, it doesn't matter!"

"Oh hell no, now I'm curious!" Aph says, pulling up a chair as well, leaning in to stare at Nike. "Tell us! I gotta hear this!"

"No, no, it's no-nothing!" Nike laughs nervously, beginning to take off, "I need to go, it's time for my charging soon, so I really gotta go!"

>Nuh uh, talk
>Let her go
>Change the subject

>>769862
>Nuh uh, talk
>Everyone's been so helpful, so ask away

>>769862
>>Nuh uh, talk

>>769862
>>Nuh uh, talk

>>769745
T-shirt and herbs
Or dress

>>769883
Fuck mobile posting....

>>769862
>Let her go

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>>769883
T-shirt and herbs it is!

Writing.

You put a hand on top of Nike as she attempts to take off and stop her. "Nuh uh, talk." you say, your curious nature refusing to let her avoid the question.

"Yeah, dish it, girl." Aph says, leaning in, "You know I can't let something like this slide."

"I..." Nike struggles to move in vain, her propellers swirling to a stop after a second. "Ohhh...I don't wanna say..."

"Ah come on, Nike, just do it! We're all friends here!" Aph says, nudging her lightly, looking at you, "Right?"

You nod. "Yeah!"

If Nike had a face, it would be rather distraught right now. "...I just...I wanted to know um...more about Ares...what does he like and if he was...seeing...anyone..." The tick-ticking of her fingers fidgeting is reaching breakneck speeds. If she keeps that up, she's liable to start a small fire.

Aph screams at this, bouncing in her chair excitedly, parts of her body following shortly after. "Oh my god, you have a thing for the walking armory! Since when were you into the 'bad boy' type?! Fuck, this is too good! Tell me everything! How long? Why him?!"

You're a little confused as to how a small, what you can only describe as a helicopter, could find your immense doofus of a "brother" attractive. Especially since she seems so nice. "I'm curious about that too. Why Ares?"

"A-ah...um..." Nike's ticking is getting louder, "I guess...on my routes to Nowhere sometimes...I'd see him up on the stairs...just kinda guarding you...protective...a-and I thought that would be nice...having someone that dedicated and...stuff..."

You roll your eyes. Clearly she's never had to deal with a doting weapon with legs following you around like a lost puppy.

"That's so fucking cute!" Aph says loudly, clapping, "Isn't that cute? You're adorable! I think you'd be great for him. He really could use someone to make him lighten up."

"Do...you really think so?" Nike asks, hopefully, "Pandora, would...do you think he'd be interested in me?"

>Of course
>Actually, he's into someone else...
>I dunno...
>Other (write in)

>>769934
>>I dunno...
we haven't exactly been privy to his thoughts for a while.

>>769934
>Actually, he's into someone else...
This is just like those love triangles on those latin-american soap operas.

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>>769969
Gonna have to call it a night for now, but feel free to keep voting on that last one!

Thanks again for playing and I hope you enjoyed it! If you did, please vote for it on the archive and follow me on Twitter to keep updated! Thanks again for playing and have a good night!

>>769999
Thanks for running AM.

>>769934
>He seemed like he was into someone else....
>But I think we're all still figuring this thing out.

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>>769934
>>Of course
Would never hurt to try (at the very least).
We should note ares likes music.
Sorry I couldn't do much drawing tonight. Was out going to a live rocky horror thing.For Some reason "The Sword Of Damocles" reminded me of Ares. The question is would pandora be Janet, Betty, Magenta? Being Janet might get weird.

I feel Doc might be a shoein for Scott of Frankenfurter.

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>>770197
Frank Furter could always be Agent Arikawa.

>>769999
Damn, missed the quest, but thanks for running!