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Another shift, another dollar, another horrid day as a horrid man.

Written on the walls dividing the luminous City from the heat and hordes of the Wastes, fished up from a sea of graffiti and obscenities:

The City will stand forever. We shall not let you barbarians in.
GAMMA-CORP, GO HOME! YOU'VE BEEN REPLACED!
something happened in 2185
[Someone has smeared black paint over the message.]
Kilroy was here.
Who the fuck is Kilroy? Why do I keep seeing him?
THE KING was here.

How's the weather down there?
It's okay. I'm okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
IF ANOTHER FUCKING RANGER COMES OUT HERE, WE'LL PUT HIS HEAD ON A GOD DAMN STICK.
YOUR KIND ISN'T ALLOWED HERE, ROBOT.
Why are all of your corporations labeled after letters? Shouldn't you lot be more creative?
It wasn't in the contract.

The wall will stand, for now.

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You were admittedly tempted to set up an ambush and get this over with. After all, you feel like you shouldn't be here too long, in more ways than one.

"Alright. We're going north. Keep your light off." On second thought, though, they said they found it because it was glowing. You think it should be easy enough to find it.

Delta nods, flicking his flashlight off. After you do the same, the two of you start walking north. It's quickly apparent that you're gonna have to take it slow moving without a light. Oh well.

"So, Delta. Ready to beat up some fuckin' glowy thing?" You're not really sure how to break up the silence without drawing too much attention to yourself. Delta merely shrugs. Ouch.

https://youtu.be/EaRiY7WkMhw (Village Theme)

Father Above, you're glad you moved away from the Wastes while you could. There's nothing out here besides shadow-hidden buildings and wind blowing in the distance. If you wanted to deal with this shit, you would beg that Admin fuck to work on Sirocco more (why DOES she dislike dudes? you only see girls go in there.)

Luckily, your habit of constantly wearing sunglasses has made you used to stumbling around in the dark. Delta is not so well trained, so you have to keep a hand on the tall oaf's shoulder to keep him nearby.

"Remind me why we're doing this again? This would be so much easier with a light on."

"Buddy. It's a glowing thing, that's how they found it. And what is very easy to see in the dark?"

"Ah. Didn't really think of that."

Your eyes adjust enough in the dark to see the nearby buildings you keep passing by. Most of them are just empty, simple huts made out of clay and sandstone. Nothing that you put much effort into paying attention to.

What is remarkable is that the further north you go, the more ash coats the ground. Your well-polished boots are already getting ruined. Damnit, you spent a solid hour making sure they were shiny and perfect!

The two of you stop when you notice something vaguely circular in front of you. It takes a moment for you to recognize it as a fountain. Oh great, you're at where they last saw it.

"Okay. Where the hell are we?" Delta squints, trying his best to see anything in the moonlight. He steps forward, nearly bumping his toes against the fountain. "OUCH!"

"At the fountain. We should be able to find it quickly enou-" You squint your eyes. It's like 12 AM, there should NOT be anything lit up, especially after you made sure to keep your lights off.

"What's that weird look you're giving me?"

"Delta, for the love of the Father, don't move." You slowly lean over to get a closer look at the light behind him. Luckily, the anomaly isn't actually looming behind him. There's a building a dozen feet or so away from where you two are at. Blinding white light is flooding out from the windows and door.
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You're pretty sure you found where the anomaly is but...you don't really know how to proceed from here. The most you can gleam about it right now is that it has to be inside of that building, and you only see one way in and out so far.

thesunthesunthesunTHESUN

"Mask your light. Quiet your heart." A crackling voice echoes from the building, to no one at particular. Deep and oozing with the no-nonsense seriousness that you can only describe as AUTHORITY.

"Guess it really can talk." You muse to yourself, trying to keep your voice low enough to avoid attracting it's attention

"Gamma? What's the plan? We can't exactly stand here all day, you know." Delta whispers. You blink. Yeah, you need to think of a plan, and soon. You want this thing inside of a cube so you can get the hell out of here.

What's your plan?

>[COOLHEADED] Best to make sure that the area is secured before you go any further. Check to see if there's any other entrances it can flee from or if there's any hint to WHY it's roaming around here.
>[SAVVY] You're still a fan of the ambush plan yourself. Flashlight as a distraction, Delta as the stick to beat it to exhaustion.
>[FAST TALKER] Well, your lights are off, and this thing can talk. It's not a stretch to assume some sort of sentience. Try opening a conversation with it.
>Fuck it. Just go inside and deal with it already. Two vs one, how bad can it really be?
>Maybe you should get some advice from your teammates. Step away and try contacting the other team on your radio.
>You're probably better off watching to see what it does. Observe work and all of that. Get more information on how it works.
>Write in

(Back to business. Sorry for the delay, my family has been kinda sick lately and I've been trying to keep an eye out on them.)
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>>5130118
>Mask your light. Quiet your heart.
Yeah, I'm thinking this is some soul-based shit.
>Maybe you should get some advice from your teammates. Step away and try contacting the other team on your radio.
>You're probably better off watching to see what it does. Observe work and all of that. Get more information on how it works.
Glad to have you back, Overseer. Hope the family feels better soon.
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>>5130118
>[FAST TALKER] Well, your lights are off, and this thing can talk. It's not a stretch to assume some sort of sentience. Try opening a conversation with it.
>You're probably better off watching to see what it does. Observe work and all of that. Get more information on how it works.

Unless anons really want to recreate Jackass the Motion Picture.
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>>5130118
>Maybe you should get some advice from your teammates. Step away and try contacting the other team on your radio.
>You're probably better off watching to see what it does. Observe work and all of that. Get more information on how it works.
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>>5130118
>You're probably better off watching to see what it does. Observe work and all of that. Get more information on how it works.
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You signal at Delta to slowly back away from the talking light thing, whatever it actually is. He gets the hint and backs up a few feet with you. Yeah, you're not rushing in head first, you might as well see how it ticks.

But first, you should contact with your other teammates. As quickly and quietly as you can, you finesse your radio out of one of the many pockets on your outfit.

You flinch when the radio crackles with life. Quickly covering it with your uniform's sleeve, you adjust one of the knobs to adjust the volume to be quiet enough for the anomaly not to hear you, but loud enough for you to be able to hear it.

"Gamma?" A tomboyish voice rings out from the radio. Shit, not the Ranger, please. "Wrong frequency again? Damn, you're a dumbass."

"shut up" You wish you could yell but you quickly adjust the frequency to the one you actually need to be at. A soft, gentle voice crackles through it. Good, Null, she would know.

"Yes, Gamma? What's the matter?"

"Yeah, uh, we just found an anomaly. Huge glowing ball, seems occupied by something, able to talk. All I know about it is it responses to some sort of light. Got any advice on how we should, uh, deal with it?"

"Light, huh? Do you have your flashlights off?"

"Correct."

"How far away are you from it?"

"Couple feet or so. Probably around five to ten. Why?"

"Hm. I wonder why it hasn't attacked you then. You should be clear enough for it to hear or see you. If I had to guess, whatever it's doing in that building is keeping it distracted."

You look over at the building, curious to see if Null is right. As you stare into the light, you see that over time, it pulses and flickers sporadically, as if it was breathing heavily. You can see Delta's eyes going glassy as he stares at it with you.

theSUNTHESUNTHESUNTHESUNTHESUN

"The light keeps flickering and sending out pulses but yeah, it's not moving." You doubt it's asleep (can it sleep? does asun it need to?) but it is weird how...inactive it is.

"If it moves from that building, I would recommend checking the interior out. Maybe that'll give you a hint on how to capture it."

"Right. Before we sign off, you think it might be religious in any way? Said something about 'mask your light, quiet your head'. Sounded like soul shit."

Null hums, almost impressed that you thought of that, in a condescending sort of way. "Well, didn't expect you to think about it that much. Maybe. If it is, maybe try talking to it on its level."

Right. You give your stock goodbyes before tuning the radio off. Not all that much advice but still better to work on than anything. You decide to go back to looking it to see what else you can gleam about this thing.
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You snap your fingers at Delta to get his attention. Seems like it snaps him out of whatever he was zoning out to. "Stay focused, man. I might need you in a moment."

"They'll never make it in time." A voice crackles from the building again, getting your attention. Why else would it be talking unless it's...oh Father above. Is there someone inside of that building right now? It seems to be talking to something, at least.

You can hardly make out if there is another person, over the crackling of thesun something burning and the chattering of gears. Then you noticed something. The light is shifting.

The building it is starts to change. What used to be hard sandstone slowly shifts into a transparent, glass-like substance. More and more light floods out of the building and into the surrounding area. Shit, is the light able to transmute stuff? Probably a good thing you didn't run in head first.

"S-shit. Th-that can't be good." Delta tries his best to keep his eyes off of it. You instinctually follow his lead, if only because if the towering oaf is afraid of it, so should you.

thesun

"This is what you wanted, wasn't it? Of course it is. The world wanted my presence back." The crackling voice echoes out again. It sounds like utter nonsense to you, yet you oddly respect what it's saying regardless.

Over the sound of crackling fire and grinding gears, you swear you heard someone crying. In distress? Or perhaps in relief? Maybe both. Probably both.

isitwrongto

Your head feels fuzzy. Father above, is this what that Admin back at base feels on a daily basis? Fucking feels like it. Not good, not good at all. You take a deep breath, try to push that fuzziness out.

It doesn't take a genius to realize that you need to stop whatever it's doing and fast. You don't got much time to think, you need to do something now.

>[COOLHEADED] Take a deep breath. Get whatever is lingering in your system out. You need a clear head to do this. Is it messing with you?
>[FAST TALKER] Talking to it will help get information and may help you recontain it. Or delay it for a few minutes. Try opening a conversation, maybe about religion? Maybe on it's past? (Feel free to add write ins on what you wanna say to it.)
>[SAVVY] If it can really see souls, it should've seen you by now. Maybe actual light has a part to do with it. Turn on every light source you have to get its attention, NOW.
>Try calling for backup? (It'll probably take a while for them to get over here. Might be too late by then)
>remove your sunglasses already
>Write in

(Taking care of sick family members is more time sinking than I thought. We should be back to regular daily or day and a half updates)
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>>5135562
>[COOLHEADED] Take a deep breath. Get whatever is lingering in your system out. You need a clear head to do this. Is it messing with you?
>Break line of sight and go somewhere very dark
Light, huh?
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>>5135754
+1
do not look directly at the sun
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>>5135754
+1, and:
>Warn Delta of possible mental contamination. Likely sight-based, don't take off your eye protection.
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>>5135562
>Break line of sight, tell Delta to do the same
>[FAST TALKER] Talking to it will help get information and may help you recontain it. Or delay it for a few minutes. Try opening a conversation, maybe about religion? Maybe on it's past? (Feel free to add write ins on what you wanna say to it.)
If it can turn a house into glass, we do not want to fight this thing if we can help it. Try prodding about light, the sun, and the Father; if it responds negatively drop it immediately but if it responds positively tentatively try to engage with whatever it has to say on the topic. Be wary of mental attacks.
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>>5135562
>[COOLHEADED] Take a deep breath. Get whatever is lingering in your system out. You need a clear head to do this. Is it messing with you?
>Break line of sight and go somewhere very dark
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>>5135562
>[COOLHEADED] Take a deep breath. Get whatever is lingering in your system out. You need a clear head to do this. Is it messing with you?
>[FAST TALKER] Talking to it will help get information and may help you recontain it. Or delay it for a few minutes. Try opening a conversation, maybe about religion? Maybe on it's past? (Feel free to add write ins on what you wanna say to it.)
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THESUNTHESUNTHESUNTHESUN

Okay, nope, you need to get the FUCK out of line of sight of this thing right NOW. Your head feels just fine. Don't do remove your shades, GalenGamma.

Remember your training.

Your eyes dart around, trying desperately to find somewhere away from the shadelight. Before you can even really process it, you grab Delta's arm and start dragging him over to the shady side of a nearby house that won't be glassed.

"jesus christ you're pulling a bit hard there." You're not sure if Delta's underreaction to WHY you're dragging him is a good or a bad sign. Once you're not in the immediate vicinity of the death orb, you open up.

"Look. My head is feeling all sorts of fine...fucked up. Fucked up, I meant to say fucked up!" Your eyes itch. Oh, it would be so tempting to remove your shades, just to scratch at them.

Deep breath in and out. "I think that thing is a mental hazard. Sight based, maybe, don't...DON'T remove anything covering your eyes." You raise your hands up. Four fingers, one thumb. Two hands. You're Gamma. You're working at Sector ALPHA-1. You work for a husk of a man who somehow has training that only you and your other ETF members have.

You're here to do a job. You're here to capture anomalies. You're here to do your best. Remember that, REMEMBER THAT. YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BE A FAILURE LIKE THE PREVIOUS AGENTS. YOU'RE BETTER THAN THAT.

They'll never make it. You'll never make it.

don't listen to it don't pay attention to it it's not there it's not there you're gamma you're an etf agent you're your own person.

Your head clears a bit. Getting away from its line of sight calms your nerves. You were never much of a fan of daytime stuff anyways. Nighttime is where it's all at, hehe.

"You okay? You were twitching pretty hard there." Delta looks as worried as he can be, in his own emotionally stunted while not in combat way. "Sun's still going apeshit with all of that light. Got a plan?"

Hrm. Yeah, you can't exactly sit here and let it burn away everything, but you also don't want to rush in there head first.

Now that you're not in direct exposure to whatever the anomaly was doing to you, you feel comfortable enough trying to talk to it. If only to gauge how it'll react. "I'm going to talk to it."

"Alright...?" Delta is a lot more concerned than anything else at that.

"Hey!" You shout around the corner of the house you've hidden behind. "Uh...sun thing. I don't know your name so this is the best I can do." You can't see if it moved but the clattering of gears slowed down when you said something.

"Do you know anything about the Father? Only things I know that show as much light as you involve him."

"Where are you? The echoing, AUTHORITATIVE voice booms out. That's not an immediate hostile reaction, you think?
(1/2)
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"Look, I heard you talked about dimming my light and all of that. Do you preach that book-thumping stuff or what?"

"The Father." It creaks in recognition, straining to put thoughts to words. Like it hasn't heard it in a while. "False idol. Doesn't understand the chain of being. Far out of his allotted place. I am your salvation. Show yourself."

"Chain of...being?" An odd phrase. A phrase you would expect an anomaly to say. "Is that some sort of...sun thing? I think you're a sun." THEsun

"My light brings peace to this land. Dim your light. Stand in my light. You shall understand."

Hrm. You're not sure if you understand what it's saying at all but it doesn't seem to be attacking you, at least. Might as well keep going on this path, see how far you can go.

"That didn't answer my question. The hell did you mean by that chain of being thing?" You're really tired of anomalies being cryptic for no good reason. You can hardly fault them, though. They're just fundamentally different from you.

"There is a top. I am the top. There is a bottom. You are the bottom. There is a middle. The Father is in the middle. Know this, know it WELL." The burning gears crackle and clatter harshly, winding itself up. Clatter clatter, clink clink. Is it even a sun? "To reach the top, you need my light. My help. Dim your light. Let my light soak into you."

As cryptic and vague as its being, it's distracted by what you're asking it for now. You think if you can just keep it focused on you, you might be able to get the upper hand.

How do you proceed from here? Your head feels clearer, but still a bit fuzzy. You're not sure how much exposure to its light you could handle, but you should be relatively safe in the shade for now. Enough to ask it a few questions (or to buy enough time for another plan).

>Try prodding into why it's here. There has to be a reason it's here, no?
>[SAVVY] It doesn't take a genius to realize this thing has a high opinion of itself. Focus on flattering it about its glow and other aspects about it. (DC: 16, Bo3 d20. Successfully stroking its pride should lead to it being more willing to listen or talk more. Failure will do the opposite. A good enough write in may lower the DC)
>[FAST TALKER] It doesn't matter what you ask it. Just that it keeps its eyes on you. Keep it engaged on talking to you so Delta can get into a better position to strike it. (DC: 12, Bo2 d20. Success should help you get into a better position to capture it. Failure may lead to it catching onto the ruse.)
>[COOLHEADED] Don't answer. You think it might get impatient enough to come over here. (Wouldn't take much effort but would result in more Light Exposure.)
>Ask it something else entirely (Write in what you want to ask of it)
>Ask it to come willingly with you? (yeah, this is a far shot.)
>Tell Delta to ask it a question. See how it responses to him, if anything.
>No, no, you got a better plan. (Write in)
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>>5137706
>FAST TALKER] It doesn't matter what you ask it. Just that it keeps its eyes on you. Keep it engaged on talking to you so Delta can get into a better position to strike it. (DC: 12, Bo2 d20. Success should help you get into a better position to capture it. Failure may lead to it catching onto the ruse.)
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>>5137697
Looks like it took a minute for the mental effects to fade. That's not a great sign.

>False idol.
>There is a top. I am the top. There is a bottom. You are the bottom. There is a middle. The Father is in the middle.
Huh. Now that's interesting. While the interaction would be violent, it might be interesting to get this Sun and Future to meet up at some point.

>>5137706
>[FAST TALKER] It doesn't matter what you ask it. Just that it keeps its eyes on you. Keep it engaged on talking to you so Delta can get into a better position to strike it. (DC: 12, Bo2 d20. Success should help you get into a better position to capture it. Failure may lead to it catching onto the ruse.)
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>>5137706
>FAST TALKER] It doesn't matter what you ask it. Just that it keeps its eyes on you. Keep it engaged on talking to you so Delta can get into a better position to strike it. (DC: 12, Bo2 d20. Success should help you get into a better position to capture it. Failure may lead to it catching onto the ruse.)
"But how did you get to the top yourself? Were you always there, or did you get put there? Uplifted, like you claim you want to do for others? And why would a high being like you want us humans on the same level as you?"
"Tell me about yourself, cool sun orb or whatever you are."
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>>5137706
>[SAVVY] It doesn't take a genius to realize this thing has a high opinion of itself. Focus on flattering it about its glow and other aspects about it. (DC: 16, Bo3 d20. Successfully stroking its pride should lead to it being more willing to listen or talk more. Failure will do the opposite. A good enough write in may lower the DC)
>[FAST TALKER] It doesn't matter what you ask it. Just that it keeps its eyes on you. Keep it engaged on talking to you so Delta can get into a better position to strike it. (DC: 12, Bo2 d20. Success should help you get into a better position to capture it. Failure may lead to it catching onto the ruse.)

Why not both?
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>>5137706
>No, no, you got a better plan. (Write in)
>tell Delta to find anything that reflects light, be it a mirror or a large piece of metal
>FAST TALKER] It doesn't matter what you ask it. Just that it keeps its eyes on you. Keep it engaged on talking to you so Delta can get into a better position to strike it. (DC: 12, Bo2 d20. Success should help you get into a better position to capture it. Failure may lead to it catching onto the ruse.)

If it hates getting light on it, what happens when its own beams get thrown into it? Taste of your own medicine, sun thing.
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Seems like the majority is going for Fast Talker, with Vr8's write in being what you say to it.

Need two people to roll a d20, DC 12.
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>5139285
Alrighty Warden
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Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>5139285
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Is this fucking thing a Demiurge analogies?
Either way, seeing it respond to Future is going to be a trip and a half lmao.
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>5139285
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>5139285
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>FAST TALKER...SUCCESS.

If anyone is going to have time to question this thing a lot, it's whatever facility bothers picking it. Not like the one with the tar-fuck is the only one you gotta ship them too.

"Look, I'm gonna talk to it, and while I do? Get the cube and get it into position. Hurry."

"Sir, yes, sir!" He nods, trying to keep his voice down. You turn your attention to the sun-orb thing, still making sure you're hiding from it's sight. The moment you open your mouth, Delta (as quickly and quietly as he can) starts rushing back to where you parked your vehicle.

"But how did you get to the top yourself? Were you always there or were you put there? Uplifted, like you claim you want to do for others?" If anything, you should get more information on how it thinks.

"There is a top. I am the top. There is a bottom. You are the bottom. This is the natural order of things. Learn it well." That sounds like what it said a few moments ago. Good thing you're not too interested in its answers.

"Why would a high being like you want us humans on the same level as you?" Yeah, that doesn't make sense. Wouldn't it be the opposite?

"Don't you want to be higher? The chain of being is natural, yes, but it must burden your light to be locked so low, low. Dim your light. Let me replace it."

LISTENTOME You duck your head when you realize that the cover you're hiding behind is slowly being glassed like the house the anomaly is in. You quickly scramble to hide yourself in the shadows where the light hasn't converted anything.

"Still. What purpose do you gain from it, cool sun orb whatever you are?" You wipe the sweat from your brow. Father Above DON'T USE, you don't want to know what happens if the light touches you too long.

"Galen." Your blood goes cold as you hear that name. How in the...? "I simply wish to free you. Don't you want to be free? Dim your light. Quiet your heart. Let me in."

"S-shit, dude, you don't gotta force this onto me. I'm just trying to get, uh, fuck. A better perspective on things?" The light shining in through the slowly widening plane of glass shows the piles of ash coating your boots and pants. Where did all of it come from? donTTHINKABOUTIT

"You are trying my patience. I am the top. You are the bottom. Let me FIX IT." The clattering of gears rings through the air. The air is burning with the scent of rotten glass and ash. It's getting closer.

You're not sure how close, considering getting close enough to check leaves you more exposed to the light LETIT, but it's definitely out of the house now. Shit, shit, where the hell is Delta?

"I shall save you, just as I saved this village." It hurts to breath. The ash, the heat, the light, your chest feels like it's about to burst any second now. Trust in the plan. TRUST. IN. THE. PLAN.
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As the light gets closer to where you're hiding at, you see him. Oh thank the Father, Delta is here. You hiss out a sigh of relief, glad that your efforts weren't wasted.

He has wheeled in one of the containment cubes they gave you specifically for this harvest. Nearly double the size and a lot thicker. You still don't know what they're made of, though you've heard rumors of them being sourced from U-Company.

Delta backpedals with it to make sure he's not visible to the sun before he starts putting the access code in. While that's all good and all, there's still the issue of putting this thing in it and...

https://youtu.be/rRdrtA0dU8w

The sun. THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN! Right around the corner, the sound of clattering gears and the horrible, lovely blindingly white light flooding around it tells you that THESUN is here. Shit, shit, fuck! You scramble back as far as you can but you can already see your surroundings slowly warp. Slowly become transparent. Perfect.

A spinning gear-like chunk of metal pokes around the corner. Coated in bizarre runes that BURN to look at.

"He'll never make it in time." The lovelyhorrid, luminous sun crackles. "Dim your light. I shall make you whole. I shall make you me."

If you can just buy a few extra seconds, just enough time for Delta to open that cube, you think you can get this thing contained. You just need to find a way to buy that precious, precious time without the sun searing you with light.

What do you do, Galen Gamma?

>[COOLHEADED] Calm down, look at the ash covered...ash! Grab as much as it as you can and throw it to block the light! (DC: 14, Bo2. Success will block enough light to keep you safe just long enough for Delta to move in. Failure will probably just result in getting you dirty or choking you on the ash.)
>[SAVVY] This thing produces light like crazy. What if you gave it a piece of your own medicine? Grab the most reflective thing you can get and reflect the anomaly's own light (DC: 16, Bo3. Success will bounce the light back at it, most likely damaging it severely. Failure will result in getting a lot of Light Exposure, probably not good to your mental state.)
>[FAST TALKER] "Oh, I'm not going to be dimming anything." Pull out every spare flashlight you have and turn them on. Floodlight this asshole. (DC: 16, Bo3. Success will repulse it over to where Delta is, right where the containment cube is. Failure will probably just piss it off HARD.)
>Fuck it. Pull out your knife and jam it into one of the SUNSSUNsun's gears. (DC: 12, Bo1. You only got one knife, after all. Success will clog its gears and damage it. Failure will result in you getting too close to the sun, literally.)
>No, no, you got another idea (Write in. Suggest your own plan and I'll tell you the DC.)
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>>5140877
>[FAST TALKER] "Oh, I'm not going to be dimming anything." Pull out every spare flashlight you have and turn them on. Floodlight this asshole. (DC: 16, Bo3. Success will repulse it over to where Delta is, right where the containment cube is. Failure will probably just piss it off HARD.)
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>>5140877
>[FAST TALKER] "Oh, I'm not going to be dimming anything." Pull out every spare flashlight you have and turn them on. Floodlight this asshole. (DC: 16, Bo3. Success will repulse it over to where Delta is, right where the containment cube is. Failure will probably just piss it off HARD.)
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>>5140877
>SAVVY] This thing produces light like crazy. What if you gave it a piece of your own medicine? Grab the most reflective thing you can get and reflect the anomaly's own light (DC: 16, Bo3. Success will bounce the light back at it, most likely damaging it severely. Failure will result in getting a lot of Light Exposure, probably not good to your mental state.)
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>>5140877
>[SAVVY] This thing produces light like crazy. What if you gave it a piece of your own medicine? Grab the most reflective thing you can get and reflect the anomaly's own light (DC: 16, Bo3. Success will bounce the light back at it, most likely damaging it severely. Failure will result in getting a lot of Light Exposure, probably not good to your mental state.)
If we injure it, it'll hopefully be easier to start working on.
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>>5140877
>>[COOLHEADED] Calm down, look at the ash covered...ash! Grab as much as it as you can and throw it to block the light! (DC: 14, Bo2. Success will block enough light to keep you safe just long enough for Delta to move in. Failure will probably just result in getting you dirty or choking you on the ash.)
getting turned into a glass statue seems like a bad way to go.
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>>5140877
>[COOLHEADED] Calm down, look at the ash covered...ash! Grab as much as it as you can and throw it to block the light! (DC: 14, Bo2. Success will block enough light to keep you safe just long enough for Delta to move in. Failure will probably just result in getting you dirty or choking you on the ash.)
POCKET SAND THE GEARS
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>[COOLHEADED] Calm down, look at the ash covered...ash! Grab as much as it as you can and throw it to block the light! (DC: 14, Bo2. Success will block enough light to keep you safe just long enough for Delta to move in. Failure will probably just result in getting you dirty or choking you on the ash.)
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Think that's enough time to wait. Coolheaded wins out, just barely.

Same as the previous roll, but with a DC of 14 now.
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Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>5141806
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>5141806
For posterity
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Success it is. Writing the update now, we should be at the end of this little prelude and should get back to regular programming soon.
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>COOLHEADED...GREAT SUCCESS!

You can feel time slow down as you decide on your decision. Adrenaline pumping through your veins, only a few seconds to make the move to save your ass. What a day, what a lovely day.

>Adrenaline Rush: If you're in a very dangerous situation, you may experience a temporary rush which increases your speed and strength significantly. Usually only triggers if mortal peril is on the table.

If there's one thing you've had enough experience with, it's how light gets muted and dampened when stuff like ash is in the air. You reach down and scoop up a huge handful of the gunk. Oh, the things you sacrifice for survival.

"Dim your light. DIM YOUR LIGHT. DIM. YOUR. LIGHT." Four seconds left. Gotta move, gotta move. A wide smirk creeps across your face, almost like a fracture on breaking glass. "Oh, I'm gonna be dimming something alright."

NODON'TYou toss the handful of ash into the air, right at the anomaly. All visibility immediately goes to shit but that was the plan, after all. THESUN, only hidden by a layer of ashy dust, clatters irregularly. It didn't expect that at all.

"What...? Dim your light. Dim your LIGHT. DIM YOUR LIGHT." The thick, ashy cloud in front of you is slowly being warped by the light. It's impossible to make a solid layer of glass with such scattered particles but...the small shards of glass floating down are oddly beautiful.

standSTILL You quickly grab another handful and toss it just as the ash from before either falls to the ground or gets glassed. You are VERY much aware on how flimsy of a defense this is but you gotta TRUST IN THE PLAN.

"I am a Judgement. I am the Top." Rotten glass floods the air. The clattering gears gets louder, closer. It burns to breath. There's only a thin layer of ash separating its light from your body, only a few inches of space at most.

"HEY! YOU FUCKING DISCOUNT NIGHT LIGHT!" Oh god Delta what the fuck are you doing. The barely visible mass of gears and light in front of you grinds to a halt in confusion before you hear...

CRUNCH!

You know that sound from anywhere. Delta's never been tech savvy or, well, savvy at all. You were always the one to think up of plans, you were always the Head. But he's really, REALLY fucking good at one thing. Smashing shit apart.

The gear(s) he hit grind to a sudden and PAINFULPAINFULPAINFULear-grinding halt. The IAMASUNYOUCANNOT light dims for only a moment, just long enough for you to make your move. Reaching down to get another handful of ash, you toss it right into the gaping maw (or the closest thing to it) of the anomaly.

It's hard to describe the sound you hear from it as anything but choking. YOUSHALLBEJUDGED The light coming out of it is a lot dimmer, clouded with ash. If you had to guess, it's probably safe enough to try moving it now.
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You look over at Delta to check his condition and...youch, he's not looking the best. You don't think any skin got affected but a good chunk of the uniform on his chest is translucent now, exposing the skin underneath it. "Y-yeah, uh, maybe you should rub some ash on that." You gesture at him.

He quickly nods and starts rubbing soot all over his outfit to prevent, ya know, the rest of him from being glassed. You decide it's probably best for you to do the same, even if it only buys you a few extra seconds before having to hide.

The two of you have to move quickly to get it to the containment cube. While it's still recovering from the POCKET ASH you gave it, the two of you move in to start shoving the thing over to where the containment cube is. Thankfully for you, Delta managed to move it close enough to make that task a lot easier.

WHYAREYOUDOINGTHIS Your ear leaks with something bright. Your eyes itch. The sooner you can free lock this thing up, the better. dontlistentoitdontlistentoitliveinthedark. You keep a keen eye to make sure it doesn't clear up before you got it inside of the cube.

GALENGALENGALENGALENGALENGALENLETMEGOLETMEGOLETMEGOLETMEGOLETMEGODIMYOURLIGHTQUIETYOURHEART

Father Above, your head is burning. It feels like something is drilling directly into your skull. "U-uh? Gamma? You okay there? You're looking really, really pale." Delta mutters as the two of you finally push this thing over to the containment cube.

"We shouldNo, no, I'm going toFine. I'm fine. Just put this thing back where itin the cube now. Please." You have to be very careful with how you speak. Your tongue constantly twists in on itself, trying to say something else.

With a final heft and a shove, the two of you manage to knock this thing into the cube. The ash stuck inside of the core of whatever this anomaly is begins to clear up and such a lovely light begins to shinethe horrid light starts shining again. Delta quickly smashes the panel on the side of the cube, shutting the thing close.

Anomaly successfully contained.

You're exhausted, to be quite frank. "Woo. Okay, how many of these fuckers do we have to find? One more?" Delta nods at you, to your utter disgust. "Damn you, Father."

You pull out your radio and tune its frequency. Once the harsh static subsides, you hear Beta's gruff voice. "What is it this time, Gamma? Did you actually do your job?"

"Yeah. Yeah." You hiss out. "We're going to take a small break and we're going to harvest another one." You look over at Delta. He looks back at you and flashes a simple but well meaning smile. You take a deep breath in and let your widest smirk show.

"Today's going to be a lovely day."

>Gamma interlude over. Disconnecting from secondary PoV.
>Now connecting with primary PoV...
>Welcome back, Administrator.
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Pre-Shift, Shift 7
Holy shit, did you have a weird fucking dream. You raise up from your simple king sized bed, feeling like a brand new man for once.

Well, admittedly, the dream was a blur of lights and noises for you. You can hardly make out anything in the dream itself. Bleh. Maybe some coffee will help.

After getting up from your bed, you sit back down to your former bed: the office chair. A cup of fresh coffee is already waiting for you andd you're already drinking from it. The bitter taste of caffeine. Delicious.

C-0RA is busy staring at the homoerotic novel you bought in the previous catalog. While S-4M's smiling face is flickering across your console screen. "Good morning, sir! How did you sleep?"

"A lot better than in the chair, I can admit that much. Have the agents come back?" You're worried. Partially because of the weird dream you had and because of Beta admitting that these were some dangerous things.

"Oh! In a half hour or so, sir. Until then, we got some lovely sponsorship offers for you to look over!" Okay, yeah, back to normal. Something to take your mind over that dream that really took too much time.

Before you take a look through all of them, you notice a familiar face (Q-Company) and a completely unfamiliar one. One of the sponsorship offers is written sloppily and messily (not because they were rushing to finish it. Moreso out of laziness). "P-Corp Facility Mu-7"? You always wondered if facilities like your own could offer sponsorships, but you wonder what exactly they would offer you.

Oh well. No time to worry about the minor things. Might as well just crack these babies open and get to work. Anything to delay thinking about the new freak you have to add to your list...

>You may occasionally get Sponsorships from other facilities. While functionally the same as other sponsorships, they will typically not reward A-Energy, instead opting to offer you far more material rewards. You could do the same, given the right connections and the right things to give away.
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U-Company - "Using the Abnormal to advance the world for the better."
Good morning. We're highly interested in the anomalies you have but we don't want to be rude by wanting to take one from you. We want you to perform two Cross-tests (with different anomalies, we don't want to see you use the same anomaly twice) this shift. We want to see how your anomalies react to each other.

Rewards: 7 A-Energy, a free hint towards how to unlock a PARADIGM of your choosing, +Favor with U-Company

P-Corp Facility Mu-7 - "Dunno why I have to add in a slogan, seems like a waste."
Listen, buddy buddy buddy pal. Let's not be coy with each other, I want something, you give me it, I give you something you want. The WHOLE WORLD is happy for it, no?

Here's what I want you to do. I'll send you a knife. Give me the fresh, human flesh of three of your employees. BIG chunks, don't skimp out on me. I'll make it worth your while. Moreso if you give me full on corpses.

Rewards: 4 9mm bullets and 1 well-used medkit per package of flesh OR 1 Trauma Kit and a combat knife or combat club per corpse, +Favor with Mu-7

W-Company - "We wish for the subjugation of all that is foul and abnormal."
You're too soft on your anomalies. We want to see them bleed. We want to see them SUFFER. Take this sponsorship and complete at least 6 Subdue works. Make them know their place.

Rewards: 8 A-Energy, a Chainsaw with fuel for "future Subdue works", +Favor with W-Company

Q-Company - "Quotas must be met. Demands must be fed. You must produce." <EXTENDED SPONSORSHIP>
Impressive REFINEMENT upgrades detected. Efficiency increased by 33%. Increasing your C-Extract yields, desired. Next two shifts, your QUOTA is raised to require 11 more C-Extract to fulfil. Complete this increased quota.

Rewards: 11 A-Energy, 1 C-Extract, Three doses of Supplement Type QEZ Delta, -8 to the next quota after the sponsorship, +Favor with Q-Company

>Select which sponsorships to host.
>Select which one, if any, you wish to turn into an Extended Sponsorship (I'll tell you what bonuses you might get from it)

(Back to regularly scheduled programming)
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>>5143170
>All

U is a no-brainer, American/Future would be interesting, Star/Siro would be rad, Star/TV might be kino.

Mu-7 is sketchy, but we achieve some meat harvesting from the Disposables if needed, and if the clown-slasher is real we can use his body instead (maybe even with Art, he said chunks of flesh, he didn't state that they had to raw and uncooked).

W is simply RBA action, pure and simple. Maybe the occasional misbehaving anomaly as well. Easy money.

Q's rewards ain't worth that amount of effort, but I'm wanna do them a solid with this anyway. Besides, I want to get access to their Catalogs again, they had a bunch of good shit we didn't get last time, and +2 favor makes me wonder what other goodie they have available.

Also, nice to be back Overseer!
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>>5143224
Oh, no, the Brawl thing does not count as a Subdue work, I decided that thing was a whole separate work-type.

Also mind the wording "Human". The clown slasher might not count as a "human" per se due to it being an invader (if you wanna trust the TV)
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>>5143234
>Brawl thing does not count as a Subdue work

Would it be a tangible difference in how we're using either? Either way, we have enough anomalies now to split the difference if Subdue work on RBA doesn't pan out.
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>>5143170
>U-Company only
We're going to see higher tier abnos this time. Let's be careful.
Oh, and Mu-7 can go fuck themselves.
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>>5143253
If I remember correctly, Q has a bunch of efficiency upgrades we'd be interested in. And while I personally agree that rewards aren't enough to intentionally mutilate our regular employees, I believe bullets cost 1 or 2 C per bullet or something like that, and we get 2 D-Class per A-Energy. That's 1&1/2 AE for the equivalent of 1C or 4A PER meat chunk, at least 3C or 12A minimum, and that's just counting bullets, not medkits.

You don't have to take Hannibal Lecter offer, I just want your decision to be informed.
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>>5143170
Not really living with U, as that would require lots of removing Anomalies from their cells.

Mu-7 is right out, unless Disposables are valid.

W's reward is very enticing, but the work is not in our wheelhouse.

Q is a go.
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>>5143170
>Accept Sponsorships from All
If P-Corp doesn't count the Disposables as valid targets for Mu-7, strike that off the list.
For U-Corp, I'm thinking... RBA+Fortune and either Future+Sundude (assuming we get him) or Sirocco+Star.
W is easy enough, we'll probably need to Subdue the new guy a bit anyways on account of him being a Threat 4-5 and potential Class X. We can also talk to RBA about this shit, have him help cover the difference.
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>>5143331
Technical, only two anomalies need be removed. I trust Fortune and RBA enough not to try anything funny, and Star could literally leave at any time, so why not have her entertain the kid for a bit. And we could always move the TV around if you don't want to free Fortune or RBA from their cells.
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>>5143170
>take only Q-Company and U-Compamy's sponsorships
>get an extended sponsorship from U-Company

Let's be real here, we don't have any abnormalities to CBT (maybe the new one, but we can't be so sure). Intentionally throwing our D-Class sucks too.
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>>5143569
+1
On another note how would one CBT a TV
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>>5143663
>How would one CBT a TV
Most anomalies have a "will" behind them. Suppressing that will and its desires counts as a Subdue work (in other words, going up to RBA and going on an anti-war rant, or critiquing the FUCK out of Star's show).

Subdue is one of the works that typically works on most anomalies unless it's something like Flesh Idol from LC.

Regardless, here's the extended sponsorship for U-Company
"We'll be willing to take more long term data from your more stable Abnormalities. Alongside the two crosstests for the next two shifts, we'll be sending a U-Company inspector to fiddle with your PARADIGMs. Unfortunately, this means two PARADIGMs of your choosing will be unavailable. You may pick them at the start of each shift. Please be patient."
Duration: Two days
Reward: 14 A-Energy, two items with weakened effects based on the PARADIGMs you let us study, a free hint towards how to unlock a PARADIGM of your choosing, +Favor with U-Company

Do you accept this?
>Y
>N
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>>5143729
To clarify, this means at the start of the next two shifts, you'll only have one PARADIGM available since the other two are busy being tinkered with. You get to choose which one that is (so if you let them tinker with GWIT and AFYN, you can still use OWB.)
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>>5143729
>N
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>>5143537
That is true, assuming Fortune or Sense could be moved. I actually don't trust RBA is there's not a fight to be had, but Future should be fine. Intentionally letting Star out of her cell unnerves me, but I'm pretty sure she could leave whenever anyway.

>>5143170
>>5143331
Clarification:

>Accept: U, Q


>>5143729
I'm less sure on this, but for now I'll say
>Y
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>>5143729
>Y
We're fine, we have the red man and a spooky skeleton on our side.
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>>5143729
>N
Pretty sure Isabelle would go apeshit over losing access to AFYN for a day
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>>5143170
>U
>W
>Q

>>5143729
>Y
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U: UAi, Xx1, U5s, bSt, RaS, w4q, Vr8
Mu-7: UAi, bSt
W: UAi, bSt, Vr8
Q: UAi, U5s, bSt, RaS, w4q, Vr8

Extend U?
Y: U5s, RaS, Vr8
N: bSt, Xx1

Seems like we're going for U and Q, with both of them being extended. Was gonna update sooner but got wrapped up in something. Next update is gonna be the funny anomalies to pick from.
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You decide to sign U and Q Corp's sponsorships and send through the same chute they came outta. Now what's next is to see what your ETF agents dragged in. You flip your cameras to the third floor and uh. Well, the containment cube looks fine enough (if bigger than you expected) but your agents?

They are not looking good. Alpha, frankly, looks like he's hungover. His eyes are glossy and unfocused and his posture is terrible. Dust coats the young man's outfit, as if he hasn't bothered to clean them.

Beta is staring intently at the cube. Various rough, clearly done by an untrained hand bandages and stitches cover his face and hands. The only emotion you can see written across the man's face is utter disgust at what they decided to dig out from the Wastes.

Gamma is covered head to toe in ash and soot, with his sunglasses barely hanging off of his face. You swear you see a faint glimmer of something in the corners of his eyes, something glowing. He looks like he needs a drink.

He looks up at the camera. You look back at him through it. Despite not really knowing the guy or sending him on work orders, there's a weird bond you've formed with him. As if you walked a mile in his shoes.
>Due to your bizarre dream, you feel like you understand Gamma a lot better than you did before. A trait of his has been revealed to you.
>Savvy (All Stats Up!, WP+)
>All Stats Up: Every stat listed in the "Quick Stat Breakdown" section of the Employee Listing pastebin gets a + to it. (All work orders, STA and WP, Force, etc etc)

Delta also looks like he came outta a fire. As in his outfit still has wisps of smoke trailing off of it, alongside his hair. His face is contorted into a rabid snarl, ready to unleash his stress on anyone, like a loaded spring.

It's hard to make out Null's expression, given her burn victim status, but you feel like she's...ashamed of something she did. When she notices the camera looking at her, she looks away. Huh.

You check out their morale levels thanks to that "Automated Physiological Sensor" upgrade you bought ages back and hoo boy. Not looking too hot.

ETF-α: Neutral --> Exhausted
ETF-β: Composed --> Disgusted
ETF-γ: Confident --> Weary
ETF-δ: Neutral --> Seething
ETF-Null: Neutral --> Guilty

Their morale isn't low enough to make them unable to work (well, except Delta, unless it involves someone being beaten up), but you would say one or two bad work orders and they'll snap. Best to keep them calm.

ETF-γ ---> Administrator
ETF-γ: They usually send twice the amount of people we have at minimum to do Waste shit.
ETF-γ: Look. The moment we put that thing in the cell, we don't wanna be anywhere near it unless ordered to. Ok?
ETF-γ: Oh! And a possible Invasion, if that TV was correct! What a lovely day it fucking is.
ADMINISTATOR: I'm sorry. I don't have much control over what orders Corporate gives.
ETF-γ: Fuck man, I know. No apology needed. We just have a lot on our plate.
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The five agents enter the reinforced containment cell that you set aside specifically for this asshole. Beta is the one who moves in to fiddle around with the code pad, while the others take this moment to try catching their breath.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArzZ13bpsaU

Time to see what you have to deal with now. You suppose if there's any consolation for this, you should get a huge spike of energy. Shouldn't you? Honestly, you're just hoping it does because otherwise, what's the point?

With another fresh cup of coffee coming from a hole in your desk, you prepare for another shift. "Good luck, sir." S-4M buzzes. "You're going to need it."

(Choose one anomaly.)
>"Mask your light. Still your heart. They'll never make it in time." ("What's that weird look you're giving me?" "Delta. For the love of the Father, don't move.")
>"Don't worry, no one actually reads it. Just sign right on the dotted line, mister." ("I can't read it anyway, it's fiiiiine!" "You're illiterate? Can't say I didn't expect that." "Fuck you.")
>"No matter how much you try to burn it away, our legacy will never be forgotten." ("It's a shame what happened to this place, isn't it?" "Eh. It was only a matter of when, not if, really.")
>"There's no one else who truly understands me but him. I'm so glad that so many agree." ("I thought they stopped crowd gatherings ages ago!" "Yeah. You're about to see why very soon.")
>"You are so far away from home. So alone. Belonging nowhere in this world..." ("Null, I told you, it's her! She's right there!" "I don't see anyone. I think the dust is getting to you.")
>"My hearts and heads refuse to agree, for they are the judge, the jury, and the executioner." ("A mockery of justice. Only a strong heart can withstand its tainted judgements.")
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>>5145073
>"My hearts and heads refuse to agree, for they are the judge, the jury, and the executioner."
OOoooooooh boy
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>>5145073
1 is the light ball sun wheels thing that Gamma and Delta captured in their interlude
2 sounds like a very Pluto thing with the dotted line contracts
3 is fire, lots of fire, plus something great
4 is obsession, attachment, groups of people being a weapon
5 is isolation, loneliness, delusion, seeing something nobody else does
6 is like Judgment Bird, in triplicate
My vote is
>"No matter how much you try to burn it away, our legacy will never be forgotten." ("It's a shame what happened to this place, isn't it?" "Eh. It was only a matter of when, not if, really.")
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>>5145075
What's your reasoning for your pick? Why any of the others and not the one we saw with Gamma?
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>>5145073
>"You are so far away from home. So alone. Belonging nowhere in this world..." ("Null, I told you, it's her! She's right there!" "I don't see anyone. I think the dust is getting to you.")

1 - Ball of light that turns everything into glass, no game
2 - Cognitohazard that makes people sign a deal that fucks them, no dice
3 - Fuck fire
4 - Contact memetic, we can't deal with that
5 - Memetic that is triggered by a criteria from the viewer, or can only be seen by some people. I think this can be managed.

6 - Schizoid murderboner "judge". Sounds like a good alternative, but I prefer #5.
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>>5145073
>"My hearts and heads refuse to agree, for they are the judge, the jury, and the executioner." ("A mockery of justice. Only a strong heart can withstand its tainted judgements.")

I wanna see this schizo cross-test with our Knight in shining armor
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>>5145073
Boy howdy, this is some selection.
We know a little about thesun; he'll be difficult, but not impossible with shorter orders.
Contract sounds kinda neat, if we can be clever enough.
Fire seems like a massive risk/reward; I'm not keen on burning the facility down, but it might be still be worth trying. Although it looks like it would have a lot in common with Reminder, if not Future.
Understanding seems like a strong mental-based fellow; no thank you.
The Wanderer will hate being cooped up I figure, and I'm not looking for a second sand-based Anomaly.
Judge could go a a few different ways; he could be fun.


>>"Don't worry, no one actually reads it. Just sign right on the dotted line, mister." ("I can't read it anyway, it's fiiiiine!" "You're illiterate? Can't say I didn't expect that." "Fuck you.")
Something about trying to monkey around with contract wording seems interesting.
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>>5145084
I just like the concept/fluff. Also what this anon said >>5145121
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>>5145073
>"My hearts and heads refuse to agree, for they are the judge, the jury, and the executioner." ("A mockery of justice. Only a strong heart can withstand its tainted judgements.")

JUSTICE
Also, based on what Gamma said here:
>They usually send twice the amount of people we have at minimum to do Waste shit
It sounds like we should hire some more ETFs. We've basically just been using the ones we got at the start of the game, and Null isn't really fit for combat on account of being more bandages than skin.
I'm looking forward to seeing what items we got from their hunt.
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>>5145073
>"No matter how much you try to burn it away, our legacy will never be forgotten." ("It's a shame what happened to this place, isn't it?" "Eh. It was only a matter of when, not if, really.")
The prospect of lore is too compelling
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Dotted Line: U5s
Hearts and Heads: bSt, w4q, vf7
Legacy never forgotten: Vr8, MDY
So far away from Home: RaS

Unless someone changes or adds another vote in a few hours, seems like the sixth anomaly is the one with the most votes and is gonna be our choice.
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Don't forget to grill our boys for details on the Anomaly before making any plans.
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>>5145899
+1
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>>5145073
Fuck it
>"No matter how much you try to burn it away, our legacy will never be forgotten." ("It's a shame what happened to this place, isn't it?" "Eh. It was only a matter of when, not if, really.")
Sorry for tying this up everybody.
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>>5145965
Hoo boy.

Well, we got a tie. Someone make a tiebreaker vote between
>"No matter how much you try to burn it away, our legacy will never be forgotten." ("It's a shame what happened to this place, isn't it?" "Eh. It was only a matter of when, not if, really.")
>"My hearts and heads refuse to agree, for they are the judge, the jury, and the executioner." ("A mockery of justice. Only a strong heart can withstand its tainted judgements.")

I'll go fiddle around and add in the stuff you guys bought in the catalog into the pastebin while I'll wait. Kinda got distracted by the prolonged trip into the mind of Gamma and all.
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>>5146014
>"No matter how much you try to burn it away, our legacy will never be forgotten." ("It's a shame what happened to this place, isn't it?" "Eh. It was only a matter of when, not if, really.")
We didn't start the fire, it was always burning since the world was turning...
I'll take him.
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Beta finally puts in the final number after gesturing at the others to back up as far as fucking possible from the box as they can.

Fire on the Velvet Horizon has been acquired.

A roaring plume of fire bursts out of the cube, scorching the back wall. The sheer amount of heat warps the metal by a notable amount. Thankfully, your reinforcement has kept the damage mostly superficial instead of it dealing major structural damage.

That's not the end to the fire. At first, you thought the thing that just exited the containment cell was just an animate ball of fire (ala Sirocco's situation) but you notice that there is someone underneath all of the flames.

Charred, black flesh clings onto a wispy skeletal frame. Covering up the figure is a charred velvet kimono that's still clinging together, despite the fact it should've been nothing more than ash at this point.

Beta and Gamma have to grab Delta once the anomaly comes out because you were pretty sure he was about to charge in and try cracking its head open like an egg. He struggles against the two, snarling his teeth.

"NOT FAIR! NOT FUCKING FAIR! REMATCH, REMATCH! THAT FIGHT WAS BULLSHIT!" Delta damn near foams at the mouth, trying his best to swing around his restrained fists. Eventually, Null has to move in to keep him still as well.

The anomaly looks around at the cell its in, not remotely caring about the man seething at it. It shakes its head in disappointment.

"An unfitting locale for a lady such as myself." A wispy yet regal voice hisses out of the anomaly. "Such unfitting behavior from that serf. I will not tolerate such insults to my name." It raises its hand up at your ETF agents.

"Uh, Beta sir? T-that's not good.
"Oh god, I'm not repeating that again. MOVE, SOLDIERS!"
"I'VE DEALT WITH ENOUGH LIGHT AND HEAT, THANK YOU."
"COME ON, YOU FUCKING FREAK! GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!"
"I believe our time is up, gentlemen. I rather not lose my last eye."

A plume of fire bursts out from the anomaly's hand, aimed right at the five. This is enough to get the five to get the hell outta of there (well, Delta required some extra pulling to get out). Alpha's arm gets hit by the blast, instantly setting it ablaze.

"FUCK!" He hisses out, waving his arm out in panic in a desperate attempt to put it out. Once they're finally out of the cell, Beta and Null help to smother the fire to prevent another one of your agents from being a burn victim.

Once the agents are out of the room, the regal figure kneels to the ground, placing its hands onto its lap. It stares at the airlock with both uncertainty and resentment. "Such a horrid man. No respect for such a lady as myself."

You note to yourself to ask them where the hell they found it, you know the rough origins of most of your anomalies (sans the TV and this fireball. maybe you should ask about the TV as well?). Sooner than later, preferably.
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Agent K has entered the facility.

Que? Agent? You don't recognize that term being used before. Guess it must be for that "different city" employee you hired. You decide to check up on them.

You find her in the second floor. The first thing you notice is the flaming red hair rolling down her back and the various scars covering her face (the one on her eye stands out) Her outfit stands out from your other employees, consisting of a red overcoat and dark-red leggings, standing out from the black and white suit and ties.

She's currently examining the security members (F, I, J, Zero) who aren't busy having a pissy fit. She narrows her eyes, removing the cigarette hanging from her mouth.

"...Hm. Only one of you I'd say is even trying is the cowboy over there. Have any of you even fought an anomaly before?"

"Mmh."
"Miss, I literally fought one yesterday."
"What was his name again? Rude Bastard Asshole?"
"Damning by faint praise, won't ya?"

"The fact you're taking this role so lightly is a disgrace. I should talk to whoever's running this security departmen...wait. Aren't there supposed to be five of you?"

"Delta's busy releasing some tension in the training room." Zero jabs her thumb at the room. You flip your camera to check on him. He's just beating one of the training dummies as hard as he can, not even stopping when it's knocked over.

"Ridiculous." The red-haired girl shakes her head. "Who the hell is even running this joint? I haven't seen his face once."

Felix snorts. "Trust me. You don't wanna see him. For your sake." This only causes the redhead to squint even more.

Hrm. You're not quite sure how you feel about this chick. Might as well get a quick check up on your department heads.

Each of them is working on their own plans for this shift. Monifa is working out a new training plan to (hopefully) get at least her security officers more fit alongside marking down spots on the facility's layout where the Invader might try breaching from. She hasn't gotten much sleep, given the bags under her eyes and the various cups of (low quality) coffee littering her desk.

Q is writing down people he wants as members in the Accounting Department. Mostly those who would tolerable working such a mind numbing task. He's marked down "K(???), T, X, O2, S2(?)" as "Potential applicants"

As for the rest of your facility?

Your storage rooms have a lot more junk piled up in them, with the ones of note being the Boiling Blood Cocktails and a whole separate pile with a small sticky note labeled "FOUND ON SITE - RECOVERED WITH ACQUISITION EQUIPMENT". Neat! You should probably check that out.

>Pastebin will shortly be updated with what your agents brought home from the last harvest.

Bill is fiddling around with Celanine's robotic arm in the breakroom. Seems like he manages to remove some of the stiffness of it, since the arm's fingers don't lock up as much as they used to. She walks away with a wide smile covering her face.
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Presley walks up to Bill with a very guilty look on his face.

"Lemme guess." Bill reaches into the toolbox resting at his feet. "Need wiring replaced again?"

The embarrassed Presley doesn't respond. Bill chuckles. "I told you to stop trying to overload yourself. Is it like a pleasure thing or what?"

"NO IT ISN'T I'M TRYING TO DO COOL SHIT SHUT UP!"

Emily and Seneca are busy taking care of your rough and beaten up ETF agents, with Arthur trying to keep their morale up by telling stories he finds interesting.

That "DETECTIVE" model you ordered is busy sitting in the corner of the third floor storage room. It's a lot more thin and wiry than your "WARDEN" model, with it's head looking more like a light tube than an actual head. A note is stapled on it.

"ANALYZES ANOMALIES AND PARADIGMS. REQUIRES RAW MATERIAL FROM ANOMALY OR CONTACT WITH PARADIGM TO ANALYZE."

The last Employee you paid attention to Spamton chatting with someone on that landline you got. It doesn't take long for him to slam the phone down in a fit of rage, before huffing off. Weird.

Fortune and Chattering aren't moving an inch, as per what you expected. No input, no movement. No need to worry.

The Art of Flesh is scratching onto the floor, his robotic eyes dim and unfocused. Glazed. His breathing is starting to go raggedy again.

Red Blooded American is still doing workouts in his containment cell. Pushups, jumping jacks (which damn near bend the floor when he does them), sitsup, etc

Future is standing still, his sword planted into the ground. He almost seems relieved about something.

You can actually see a bit more of Sirocco's room, thanks to your cameras being upgraded. The walls and floor haven't been too damaged by the storm yet, you probably got a few days before needing to repair. The storm itself seems impatient, waiting for someone to come in already.

Star is back in her cell now. She looks up at the camera and winks. "Showtime, baby. Glad to see you back, dear." Nothing else to report, though.

Shot has already started spreading meat all over the containment cell it's in, covering up most of the available space aside from the airlock. It grunts in satisfaction at a job well done.

Velvet hasn't moved from its spot. Thankfully, the floor seems to be holding up to the heat...for now. "Such savage people. Cruel, cruel people." It mutters to itself.

You get a quick message from someone. That someone turns out to be U-Company's 'inspector', as they call it. Oh boy.

Inspector --> Administrator
GADGETMOMENT: Hello! So, I'm here to analyze some of your PARADIGMs. We'll let you keep one each shift for the sponsorship duration but uh...
GADGETMOMENT: We need you to pick before you do anything silly with them. Alright?
ADMINISTATOR: Fine. Give me a moment.

You think on it while preparing for the shift.
>Keep AFYN (lose access to OWB and GWIT)
>Keep OWB (Lose access to AFYN and GWIT)
>Keep GWIT (Lose access to AFYN and OWB)

(3/4)
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First Moves, Shift 7
QUOTA: 0/42 C-Extract Refined
A-Energy: 4 units, 0/hour
ICP-Energy: 4 units
C-Extract: 0

SPONSORSHIPS:
>U-Company: Perform two Crosstests and let your Inspector tinker with two of your PARADIGMS (select the two PARADIGMs in question). 2 shifts left.
>Q-Company: Cope with an increased quota of 11 more C-Extract. 2 shifts left.

INTERACTIONS [1 Hour Each]:

LIVING
>Anomalies: A Hope for a Brighter Future, Red Blooded American, Sirocco, Star of the Century, Til the Last Shot, Fire on the Velvet Horizon
>Assign Employee (What work type? Any specific instructions? To which anomaly? etc etc)

INANIMATE
>Anomalies: Fortune for a Price, The Art of Flesh, Chattering Lack of Common Sense
>Assign Employee (Same as Living)

MISC
>Facility: REFINEMENT ROOM, Explore the Fourth Floor (Unknown. Felix said to "be quiet" on it.), Unleash the Beast (6 A-Energy to activate)
>S-4M: Anomaly Analyzation (Which anomaly and how long?), Control Spike (what do?)
>C-ORA: Search Protocol (What do you want to find?)
>Assign Employee (To do what? Any specific instructions?)

EQUIPMENT
Weapons:
>Riot Clubs/Combat Knives (Assigned to ETF, grants +1 FORCE dice and a reroll per encounter)
>ROD OF OBEDIENCE (+1 FORCE dice, Subdue++. Unassigned)
>Surplus Knife and Surplus Club (May add +1 to two FORCE dice. Club and Knife assigned to J)
>BLESSED BLADE (+2 FORCE dice, deals Stamina damage to non-religious employees who attempt to wield it. Unassigned.)
>Stun Baton (+1 FORCE dice, weakens an opponent on a success. Assigned to F and I, Leftover: 4)
>9mm Pistol (+2 FORCE dice, ranged, 8/8 shots remaining. Current count: 2)

Armor:
>ARMOR OF THE FATHER (Physical Protection++, may block some attacks, FORCE-. Unassigned)
>Stab Resistant Vest (Physical Protection+, assigned to F, I, J, Zero. Leftover: 2)
>Weather Resistant Protective Gear (resists sand, rain, and mild heat. Assigned to whoever works on Sirocco)
>Gas Masks (Protects against gas based attacks. Current count: 4. Unassigned)
>Champion Belt (+1 FORCE dice, raises morale and lowers morale loss, hardly takes up equipment space. Unassigned)
>Security Helmet (Has a chance of blocking weak attacks. Current count: 4.)
>Salty Bathrobe (STA+, Physical Protection+++, grants heavy fire resistance, FOR--)
>Arid Dress (STA+, +1 FORCE dice, Physical Protection+, may affect women and men differently? Unassigned.)

PARADIGMs
>Will now be updated and written down in the pastebin (https://pastebin.com/edit/WN1WHjVQ) due to their more complicated effects. They will be in the "EQUIPMENT" section.

CONSOLE COMMANDS
>View cameras in which rooms? (Write in)
>Broadcast an announcement over the intercom system (Write in)
>Manage Employee roster and Departments. (Write in)
>Edit anomaly dossiers and logs (Write in)
>Message an Employee PDA. (Write in)
>Call an Employee in (Who?)
>Leave the office.
>End the workday (Enters Downtime/Upgrade phase)
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>>5147184
She definitely has an ego, but does she have an EGO?

>>5147201
>Keep AFYN (lose access to OWB and GWIT)
I feel like I will murder us if we give it away
>Perform a crosstest on Star and Sirocco
Should cheer the kid up.
>Call Agent K in for an onboarding interview
>S4M to analyze Velvet
>B2 to Appease Shot (he has high Presence). Collect removed meat for subsequent presenting to Art

The rest I'll leave to other anons.
As a note, we really need atable for employee stats. A pastebin doesn't cut it anymore.
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>>5147201
One more idea
>Perform a crosstest on RBA and Chatter
RBA should like TV, it's in his name.
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>>5147265
Suppose I could do that real quick. Might take a few moments but it's probably easier to condense the stats.
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>>5147279
That'd be great!
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>>5147187
>Keep GWIT (Lose access to AFYN and OWB)
More versatile than the others, and I wanted weaker version of our first Paradigms to begin with. Plus, GWIT will give us more A-Energy Extraction with a ritual.
>>5147201


Misc
>Inquire on the progress of the Growth Pack Garden
>Feed Detective sand vial
>Examine [REDACTED] in greater detail
>B, get the broken security robots working
>Test out Arid Dress on both genders
>Make reminder to examine Vial of unknown meat labeled "DIE TO SEXUALIZE", Lockbox with "Smooth, Smooth Skin. Do not open" scratched on it, and Bag filled to the brim with mold and fungus, labeled "DREAM AWAY" later
>Put C-0RA on searching for the clown slasher on regular intervals, have our employees stick together in groups
>Open Weapon Bundle Box
>Admin examine locked Briefcase
>S-4M analyze Fire
>Announce a fighting tournament to be held after this shift. Winner get the Wrestlers Belt
>Examine old pendant
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>>5147281
okay yeah the employee pastebin now has all of the stats of the employees you care about in raw table form.

I skipped over dead employees or those you don't know the stats of because do you THINK I wanna write 10 bios that read "???"? Gary was the only exception because c'mon, cowboy

>>5147307
>>5147265
If you're gonna analyze an anomaly via S-4M, please select how much time you wanna analyze it for. Otherwise I'll default to 3 hours.
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>>5147317
Thanks!
3 hours is alright.
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>>5147201
Living
>C, Bond Future, ask why he's relieved
I-Future Sword Duel (Training?) after this.
>Delta, Amazonian, Brawl with RBA
Work off that hot blood Delta
>K, Null, Appease Siro, help paint her room her favorite colors
>U, Bond/Nurture with Star, ask for some of her Stardust to preform a magic trick with GWIT (the Energy Extraction ritual specifically)
Gonna have the Star-Siro Crosstest after this, I want to get the Stardust Energy Extraction rituals out of the way first. Also, Nurturing Star is keeping her entertained, correct?
>Q, T, Kor, Extract Shot, just the meat off the walls.(Crosstest)
>Beta, A, Observe Fire
We'll have H try to Bond with Fire wearing the Salty Bathrobe after this.

Inanimate
>Agent K, Bond with Fortune. Ask as questions/horoscope of your choice, and what our 'reward' was last shift
>D-W0, O, Observe Sense
>A2, P, Art, Nurture with Extracted Meat from Shot (Crosstest)

Misc
>Call in A2 for that interview (and coffee)
>Ask Q what Employees he wants for his department, and ask said Employees if they want to work in Accounting
>Keep RBA's cocktail near Admin in case of an emergency
>Headpat E and R, when given the chance
>Lay a bowl of coffee or milk down for the cat, whichever it prefers.
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>>5147317
3 is fine, we'll have S-4M analyse Future after Fire.
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>>5147323
>Nurturing Star is keeping her entertained, correct?
Entertaining her is probably closer to Nurturing her than Bonding with her, yes.

Nothing else to comment on here.
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>>5147330
Sorry for such a thicc laundry list, I'm trying to get back on track mentally with the shift Work Orders after a bit of hiatus.
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>>5147341
Hey, no sweat, it'll be good to get back to autistic number crunching and seeing people argue on whether to have Emily hug an anomaly or have Zayne bash its skull in. besides can't remove bloat while you're a smug sunglasses wearing fuck 5000 miles away from the City

We should be back in regular operations for the next few shifts. Slower updates, sure, but more content to chew on. Like giving more paste to a hungry C-0RA.
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>>5147201
>You're not quite sure how you feel about this chick.
SHE MAKES MY DICK TWITCH
Also, we're gonna need some kind of fire retardant suit later. Doesn't H-Cprp deal with burning things?
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>>5147201
backing >>5147323 and >>5147307
guys I want to go down the negative path with one of these anomalies, full on repression/subdue bullying and deconstructing everything about them and what they stand for, see what sort of Paradigm or transformation that gets us- I'd say Chattering or Velvet since they're the newest, and Shot is related to our facility in some way so NOT the fleshball superweapon army guy
and let's not forget to read C-0RA's stories and/or ask K about how they were and what she thought of them (remember we said to let her read them earlier)
and next time we go to the saltman+spamton shop, we thank the saltman for his fire-resistant bathrobe since we got a really hot lady trying to burn our employees right the next day
should we have G2 look into Presley's electroshock fetish or something?
we need to talk with Agent K too, get down to the whole "we paid D-Corp to get you from another world, however that works, so let's talk about stuff" deal
please refer to these >>5086479 (Dead) as well
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>>5147182
> Covering up the figure is a charred velvet kimono that's still clinging together,
Not what I expected; not sure what to expect. At least she seems to be aware she's on fire, which is a good start.

> Alpha's arm gets hit by the blast, instantly setting it ablaze.
Welp. We're going to need fire suppression equipment. I suspect our options on hand are a little thin right now, but at the very least we should keep a couple of buckets of water near the cell.

>>5147184
>Agent K has entered the facility.
Hmm. I'm getting P vibes from her. Also, she's going to need a shorthand; we've already got a K.

>I haven't seen his face once."
Didn't you literally just arrive?

>She hasn't gotten much sleep, given the bags under her eyes and the various cups of (low quality) coffee littering her desk.
We should maybe force her to take a nap, so she's not completely wiped when the attack does come.

> He's marked down "K(???), T, X, O2, S2(?)" as "Potential applicants"
Oh man, it's been so long since we've managed the facility I've forgotten who half of these people are.

>"FOUND ON SITE - RECOVERED WITH ACQUISITION EQUIPMENT". Neat! You should probably check that out.
Sweet!

>"NO IT ISN'T I'M TRYING TO DO COOL SHIT SHUT UP!"
Dang it, P.

>That "DETECTIVE" model you ordered is busy sitting in the corner of the third floor storage room.
Slick. Whichever Paradigm we don't send off, we should let him work with.

>The Art of Flesh is scratching onto the floor, his robotic eyes dim and unfocused.
Ah hell, did we buy any Disposables? We're going to have to burn through our existing stock.

>Red Blooded American is still doing workouts in his containment cell.
I'm tempted to let Delta fight it out with RBA, but something's telling me that's not a great idea until he's calmed down a little.

>Star is back in her cell now. She looks up at the camera and winks.
We're going to have to stop the show for the foreseeable future, I fear; it causes too many wide-ranging effects.

>Shot has already started spreading meat all over the containment cell it's in,
I've been looking forward to finally figuring this guy out.

>Velvet hasn't moved from its spot.
Her cell is going to turn into an absolute oven in pretty short order; maybe one of the bots would fare better in the heat over a fleshy? Also, Null is never to be assigned here, for obvious reasons.
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>>5147503
I prefer to play our anomalies by ear, especially since we didn't pick the Susie sponsorship. I just don't feel like deconstructing one just for the lolz, there needs to be s more animating reason behind it, like they killed three of our employees over some something inane.
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>>5147523
>We already got a K
K2 or AK?
>Did we buy any disposables?
You have a surplus of, like, 10 of them because last time you bought them, it was a huge bulk order.
>Forgotten who half of these people are.
Emotionless girl who tried flirting with you (Kate), Drone with a paper mask on her face (Talon), Drone-like defective android (X), Defective android who hyperfocuses (O2), and Obnoxious Salesman (S2)
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>>5147523
>she's going to need a shorthand; we've already got a K.
AK, simple. Nicknamed Agent 47.

>We're going to have to stop the show for the foreseeable future, I fear; it causes too many wide-ranging effects.
I disagree, we need to embrace the show. Just have our D-Class and Mentally Protected watch it.
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>>5147187
>Keep GWIT (Lose access to AFYN and OWB)

>>5147201
Back in the saddle.

Before I start assignment though, just to verify: Q sponsorship increase is included in the QUOTA, right? We need 42C total, not 42C + 11C?

LIVING:
>Future: C, Bond
>RBA: Delta, Brawl
RBA looks pumped, and Delta is pissed. Seems like a good combo to me.
btw, I don't see Brawl listed as a work type at the top of the pastebin.
>Sirocco: K, Null, Appease Siro, help paint her room her favorite colors
>Star: S2, Nurture
Maybe see if she wants props or something? I dunno, it's S2, I doubt we can control him much.
>Shot: O to Observe
Let's get a baseline for this guy.
>Velvet: A to wear bathrobe, Observe
I dunno how much the bathrobe will protect against only heat, but it's better than nothing. Ideally, true firefighter's gear would be the best, but I have low hope of getting access to those.

Wow we have a lot of Living.

INANIMATE:
Fortune: AK, question of your choice
Flesh: D-5UH4, flesh for Flesh
D-5UH4 because of extremely poor N&Q results.
Sense: D, Appease
Play it like Fortune; ask it if it wants anything for the cell, then fiddle with the dials a little, listen for answer. This is mostly to make sure we've tried every type of work at least once.


MISC:
>New Rule: Some sort of Fire suppression needs to be kept ready near Velvet's cell.
Long term, this would be real fire extinguishers and fire blankets and such, but for now water buckets will work, or even a bunch of coffee cups filled with water if we have nothing better.
>Get M to take a nap, she won't be able to help in the invasion if she'd dead on her feet.
Tell her we'll wake her up when things go down if she needs persuasion.
>Have B look through the site acquisition stuff
>Have DETECTIVE do his thing with whichever PARADIGM isn't being send to U
>Ask Q what Employees he wants for his department, and ask said Employees if they want to work in Accounting
>Inquire on the progress of the Growth Pack Garden
>Examine [REDACTED] in greater detail
>Put C-0RA temporarily under Security, have our employees stick together in groups
>Open Weapon Bundle Box
>Admin examine locked Briefcase
>Examine old pendant


Next shift I think it'd be funny to Cross-test Fortune and Sense.

>>5147528
Same. Sounds like sooner or later we'll get one that fits the bill; no reason to have a hostile relationship with one when we don't need to.

>>5147535
AK, I think. Makes her distinct. Though there will be no end of gun puns.
>You have a surplus of, like, 10 of them
Right, I remember now. Good, I was worried we were going to have to feed some of the more interesting ones to Flesh.

>>5147547
It's not the ones watching the show I'm worried about. Remember the show causes facility-wide effects.
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Guys please let's use more of these for works for a bit?
>D
>F
>G2
>Kor
>Cluwne
>O2
>Q
>S2
>W
>X
>Y
>Z
>D-H3427
>D-5UH4
>D-4C3
>D-W23N
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>>5147581
Gonna sleep but yes, the 42 is the quota. Not 53.

I already added in the 11 alongside the base QUOTA increase each shift
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>>5147581
>>5147606
Also Brawl is an anomaly specific work order to RBA. That's why it's not with the core six.I'll probably add a specific mention to that in the pastebin later about certain work types being unique to specific anomalies.

Like how Reminder probably would've had a "Blessing" work order had you been willing to humor him more.
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>>5147603
G2 is pretty busy with employee psych evals, B2 and S2 are almost useless to the point I'd be willing to downgrade them to Disposables, and Disposables tend to have poor stats and poor energy collection.

Otherwise, it is worth trying to expand out our used employees a little, yeah.

>>5147606
Cool, just wanted to make sure.
>>5147612
Thanks for clearing that up.
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>>5147616
>busy with employee psych evals
Understandable, but I want him to do various anomaly works once that is done, as with his psychology knowledge he could help shed light on certain things
>B2 and S2 are almost useless to the point I'd be willing to downgrade them to Disposables
Fuck you, cluwne and Spamton are not to be killed under any circumstances
>Disposables tend to have poor stats and poor energy collection
There's reasons why those Disposables over any other Disposables
See >>5086479
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>>5147581
You do know that we bought an order of fresh (non-human) meat, right?

And if I remember the show correctly, it positively affected our employees while negatively affecting the anomalies. We really need more testing to really get a baseline on her show's effects. Plus, I think helping her achieve her Masterpiece should be our goal, not suppressing her with criticism.
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>>5147616
>B2 and S2 are almost useless
I feel they're a nice tag team to throw an anomaly off their balance. Literally sending in the clowns.

>>5147201
Gonna back >>5147323 and >>5147307 here, including keeping GWIT.
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>>5147581
>he wants to trash Suha
You fucking retard, she's an absolute gorilla. She had 30:1 odds on beating us. Absolutely braindead.
QM, didn't we mark certain Disposables as being interesting/worth keeping alive to avoid exactly this? What happened to that?
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>>5149178
I added it into the Employee Listing pastebin, near where the D-Class are at (around the bottom of it). It just says which ones are valuable, whether good N&Q results or some other factor (like the 30:1 odds), people are still free to gut them like fish if they want to.

Before you get your taint in a twist, the current wining vote for what to do with Art is to feed it gunk from Shot's cell, not 5UH4.
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LIVING

>Assign Delta to Brawl with RBA. Equip as necessary. Have Gamma and M on standby to make sure he doesn't lose himself and go overboard.
>Assign Null to Bond with Sirocco. Equip her with an Arid Dress. If willing, have her tell Sirocco about anything she saw out in the Wastes. Ask if Sirocco recognizes anything and tell her about the art supplies you got. Ask Sirocco if she would be willing to let Employee D - a male who has experience with the arts - interact with her and possibly teach her.
>Assign Employees A and K to Observe Last Shot. Ask the sub-Anomalies (meat soldiers/previous Sec) about their circumstances and what they remember. Have them collect some meat for examination and for possible Art of Flesh interactions.
>Assign Employees P and L to Extract Stardust from Star. Try to convince her to go along with it rather than rip it out of her, if possible.
>Assign Employee R to Bond with Future.
>Play Nice and Quiet in Velvet's cell. See if that does anything.

INANIMATE

>Assign D-D4N131 to Nurture Art of Flesh. Isolate him and play N&Q before sending him off. Have D-W01 carry him off under supervision from J. Warn Art of Flesh to use the sleeping one and harm no one else.
>Assign Agent K to Bond with Fortune, any question of her choice.
>Assign N to Observe Chattering Lack.

MISC
>Announce via intercom a reminder of the predicted Invasion. Non-combatants should avoid wandering the halls unless ordered otherwise. Equip the main fighters as necessary and split their numbers across the floors.
>Call in Agent K for an interview. Ask her about any particular skills, past work experience, etc. Put Cora on Invader Search duty so she's distracted. If not possible, have her examine the locked briefcase.
>Keep AFYN (lose access to OWB and GWIT)
>Have S4M Analyze Velvet for 2 hours.
>Check in on Growth Packet progress. See if Nice Berries can also be planted.
>Open Weapon Bundle Box.
>Have the Detective examine the weird substances we found in 3rd Floor Storage.
>Ask Q what Employees he wants for his department, and ask said Employees if they want to work in Accounting.
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>>5147201
Oh yeah, also backing >>5147581 regarding
>New Rule: Some sort of Fire suppression needs to be kept ready near Velvet's cell. Long term, this would be real fire extinguishers and fire blankets and such, but for now water buckets will work, or even a bunch of coffee cups filled with water if we have nothing better.
>Get M to take a nap, she won't be able to help in the invasion if she'd dead on her feet. Tell her we'll wake her up when things go down if she needs persuasion.
and >>5149198 regarding
>Announce via intercom a reminder of the predicted Invasion. Non-combatants should avoid wandering the halls unless ordered otherwise. Equip the main fighters as necessary and split their numbers across the floors.
>Check in on Growth Packet progress. See if Nice Berries can also be planted.
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>>5149184
About that, I honestly think it's a bad idea to risk whether or not he's willing to work with the Flesh meat while he's on the edge like this. That's definitely something I'd prefer experimenting with when we're in a less tenuous position, otherwise we just run the risk of him going apeshit and attacking the poor sod bringing it in. He definitely has no compunctions about stabbing the shit out of P and turning him into a nice set of pots and pans.
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>>5149217
Fair enough, and you can discuss it with the others. Nothing's locked in yet.
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>>5149178
Oh fuck off, it's been like a month. Frankly, I'd forgotten we'd stared any of them at all. And I have no problem swapping which disposable we use.
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>>5149217
That's fair. I think he's desperate enough where he'd cook just about anything at this point, but Shot might be weird enough to put him in a meltdown. Changing my AoF assignment to:
>Employee V, nurture AoF with the prime cuts of meat.
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>>5147503
backing what >>5149300 said
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>>5149217
That is a valid concern, we can have Alpha, Beta and Null nearby with some just to make sure things don't go outta had with some prime cuts, but this does knock out two needs at once (a Crosstest and Art's meat addiction).

Also lads, can we not sacrifice the disposable until we've actually ran out of meat? Like fuck, you almost killed the Amazonian because you forgot she gets knocked out like a light with N&Q, and who know what other traits the others may have. Can we just agree to exhaust out meat options before resorting to sacrificing D-Class?
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>>5149316
The thing is, Flesh *loves* the Prime Cuts. They cost us 12 AE per, though, and since they're sponsor-based we can't reliably get hold of them. That means we want to hold onto them in case of another "I will fucking shit fire and fury if you don't give me something to cook NOW" event like last time.
We got the Disposables because they have to die, whether by Refinery or some clerk-hater. Arguably, the more we learn about them the less likely we are to kill them off, which defeats the purpose with which we hired all this chaff for. Plus it's just not good for security to hold onto so many of them at a given moment. Don't want them conspiring like W01 and C45 had during the Oneiros invasion.
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>>5149364
Still, we should use the meat we have available instead of sacrificing a disposable right off the bat, if only to keep our rank somewhat high.

As for solving the conspiracy of D-Class, we can just promote conflict between them to keep them more focused on themselves than on us.
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>>5149316
>we can have Alpha, Beta and Null nearby
Remember all the ETF are unhappy at the moment; it'd be better to let them rest fully for at least an hour instead of sticking them on standby. We've got plenty of other employees we can set as backups if needed.

>Like fuck, you almost killed the Amazonian because you forgot she gets knocked out like a light with N&Q
Anon, like I said, it was just a suggestion; it's not like it's hard to swap out who we send off. If someone suggests a D-class that isn't a good fit, say so without being an asshole about it, and they can be switched around.

>>5149364
This, exactly. Cuts are expensive and unreliable, and the entire point of Disposables is in their name.

>>5149389
I'd say it's better to keep the Cuts in our back pocket as an emergency; I'd wager having a containment failure because we didn't have backup meat would hurt our rank more than a Disposable death.
Plus, we can alway bribe our way up a rank if we really feel the need.
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>>5149426
We should let the lovecraft metal heart do a few works too. I talked about this, again, in >>5086479 and >>5147603
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>>5149426
Anon, we sacrifice disposables when we have no other option, and we have two options for meat. We don't need an arbitrary decrease in rank just because anons want to go cheap and horde all the good meat like we're playing an RPG instead of a Management quest.
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>>5149452
Lovecraft in her current state is pretty difficult to assign, given she can barely communicate with us, let alone the anomalies. Could assign her to Fortune & Chattering, though.

Could also try buying the shell of an android body and sticking her in its chest, seeing if that results in anything.
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>>5149497
Honestly, Lovecraft may be fire-resistant, could be a good fit for Velvet as well.
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>>5149494
>when we have no other option
Since when? Disposables are the first thing to get tossed when push comes to shove. Their deaths don't affect our rank that much and are easily paid for. 12 AE is more costly than 1-2 Disposables dying off. Unless you guys want to try the landline and haggle with... I think it's O-Corp?
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>>5149667
>Disposables are the first thing to get tossed when push comes to shove.

I believe that was because we had no other options, and that was only once. We now have other options, and I do think Disposable deaths do affect rank, so I’d prefer not to sacrifice them when we have other options available.

We should try that landline though, that’s a great idea anon!
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>>5149494
>Anon, we sacrifice disposables when we have no other option,
That's never been the case. We always could have Subdued Flesh.

>>5149452
I've no problem with trying it out on low stakes work. I don't expect much, but hey, that's what experimenting is for, right?

>>5149518
It'll either be surprisingly fire resistant, or it'll melt like wax. Only one way to find out!

>>5149719
>and that was only once.
Anon, most of the Disposable losses have been on Flesh's behalf. He's gotten 1-2 most days since we got him. Disposables are 0.5A apiece. Cuts are 12A apiece. Unless they give us the deal of the century it's not going to be worth it. It would likely be cheaper to buy rank bribes outright if we care to.
Or just Subdue Flesh. That's also an option.
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>>5149738
>Anon, most of the Disposable losses have been on Flesh's behalf. He's gotten 1-2 most days since we got him
That's literally untrue though. We lost the most Disposables to refinement. Art got only maybe a couple.
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Alright, let's see here.

For PARADIGM to keep
AFYN: Xx1, kqD
GWIT: U5s, UAi, Vr8, MDY

So seems like you're keeping the funny book. Now for anomaly work orders?

Mostly agreed upon
>C, Bond with Future (UAi, Vr8, U5s, MDY)
>Delta, Brawl with RBA (Don't see any other votes)
>K, Null, Appease Siro. Help paint her room her favorite colors (UAi, Vr8, U5s, MDY)
>A, Observe Velvet (with Beta possibly tagging along) (UAi, U5s, Vr8, MDY, with U5s leaving out beta)
>AK, Bond with Fortune, ask it a question/get a horoscope and ask it what your reward is (Everyone, from what I could see)
>Get stardust from Star willingly (UAi, Vr8, MDY, kqD, with the majority method being U telling her it's for some magic he has to do)
>D-W0, O, Observe Sense (UAi, Vr8, MDY vs U5s and kqD)

>Analyze Velvet via S-4M for 3 hours
>Miscs that don't conflict with each other

Noted a bit of contention with Art of Flesh's order, specifically what meat to feed the bugger. What do you want to feed him?
>Prime Cuts via V
>One of your D-Class (Select which one)
>I still like the Shot meat idea.

Since it's pretty tied between that, with the original suggestion of "SHOT MEAT" being changed to Prime Cuts. Speaking of that, do you still want to Extract from Shot even if you're not feeding the meat to Art this hour? (Since right now, that's the majority vote)
>Sure, why not?
>Nah, let's do something else (What do?)

And last clarification. Wanna send in 5UH4 into the THUDNERDOME with Delta??
>Y
>N
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>>5150159
>Prime Cuts via V
I am not sure about how animalistic or how patient this man is, but perhaps we could get him to wait longer between these special cuts? Something about those animal behavioral tests that make them wait longer for the reward...
>Sure, why not?
Have our resident glutton try some, hehe. Employee L was it? A refined palate to taste test, to sample the flesh...
>Y
TWO MEN ENTER, ONE MAN LEAVES
Misc. are up to you lot.
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>>5150159
>One of your D-Class (D-10V)
>Sure, why not?
>Y
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>>5150159
>One of your D-Class (D-10V)

>Nah, let's do something else (What do?)
O2 to Observe
We can do the Extract thing after we've learned a little about him.

>Y
Can't hurt, and RBA has seemed to be getting stronger.
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>>5150159
>I still like the Shot meat idea.
But I'll settle for
>Prime Cuts via V

>Nah, let's do something else (What do?)
Observe with D and F. I really wanted to do that Crosstest though.

>Y
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>>5150159
Alright, I'm convinced. Prime cuts are too valuable at the moment.
>One of your D-Class (D-10V)
>Sure, why not?
>Y
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>>5150159
>Prime Cuts via V
They literally have no other use. There is no point in saving them.

>Sure, why not?
>Y
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>>5150159
>One of your D-Class (D-10V)
>Sure, why not?
>Y
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>>5151003
Consider AFYN. It is a gun. It has no other purpose than to be fired.
Why have we not used it yet?
We know he likes working with the Prime Cuts and that it's a great way to boost Employee Morale. Using it now when we don't have easy access to getting more means we can't use it as a bargaining chip or for positive reinforcement when the situation warrants it. Depending on how the Invasion goes, we might need it.
Don't be wasteful.

Regarding Cross-Testing, I had an idea about "dinner and a show" where Star and Flesh interact with some Employees. Would probably need to make sure that Star doesn't go into her Performance, though.
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>>5151247
>Why have we not used it yet?
Nuclear option, as stated and hinted at blatantly many times now
>Don't be wasteful.
Agreed
>an idea about "dinner and a show" where Star and Flesh interact with some Employees
I like the sound of that. I want to do some shit like having Sirocco watch Chattering, or RBA goes to get a fortune, or Future goes to spar with RBA, or Star entertains Sirocco, or Art meets the meat with Shot, or something
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>>5151248
>Nuclear option
Yeah, that was a rhetorical question. It's the point I'm trying to make, though--it's our ace-in-the-hole, something we can use to calm down Flesh.
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>>5151247

>I had an idea about "dinner and a show" where Star and Flesh interact with some Employees.
I'm game to try, although Flesh strikes me as more of a practical cooker than a flashy one. As long as we time it when he's not desperate and she's not Ready For The Show, there's no harm in giving it a whirl.

I still think it would be amusing to Crosstest Fortune and Sense; there's no reason we can't do more than required, so maybe we'll get around to it at some point.
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(still got a bit before the anomaly orders are finished but might as well show you the miscs while you wait)
>Analyze Velvet via S-4M for 3 hours
>New Rule: Some sort of Fire suppression needs to be kept ready near Velvet's cell.

First things first, you gotta figure out how to deal with your newfound anomaly. You snap your fingers at your AI assistant. "Alright. Start analyzing Velvet, if you don't mind."

You prepare for some silence as you start marking down your new rule before realizing S-4M's face is still on the screen.

"Pft. Did you forget I can do that in the background now?" S-4M buzzes. "You bought the upgrade."

"It feels like it's been a month or something, it's hard to remember stuff these days." You rub your head. Nevertheless, you mark down your new rule and shoot off a quick message to one of your many employees who you hardly use.

Seems like the person who answered was Employee X. The nearly bored-dead robot places down a hand-held fire extinguisher (from acquisition, you note) and a bucket of water before wandering off.

>Get M to take a nap, she won't be able to help in the invasion if she'd dead on her feet.
Administrator --> Monifa
ADMINISTATOR: Please, for the love of fuck, take a nap. If you keep doing this, you're gonna look like me.

Monifa raises her head up off the desk, already half-dozing off before you sent her the message. She takes a look at the message you sent her.

MONIFAMONEY: sir i gotta do plans and stuff the invasion and all
ADMINISTATOR: You can't really help if you're barely awake. Especially if I have to use N&Q.
ADMINISTATOR: We'll wake you up, trust me.
MONIFAMONEY: sir i can't sleep on the job
ADMINISTATOR: This is a direct order from the Administrator. Fucking sleep already.

You could already tell she was barely able to stay awake because she passes out like a light the moment you give her the message. You note to yourself to have Spike or something shake her awake when the invader comes.

>Examine old pendant
You take a look at the old pendant still hanging around your neck. That weird memory you got from it probably wasn't a fluke but...

You're not really sure why O-Company gave it to you, or why they had it. That sponsorship felt a bit too targeted for you in hindsight, really. What use is there worrying, though?

Your head does feel a lot clearer with it on. There's still this dark void that blots out all of your memories aside from scattered flashbacks but it almost feels like the void is squirming the longer you wear it.

>Old Pendant aspect revealed (Minor Willpower regeneration, may help clear up aspects of your psyche and gives you greater awareness of how much Willpower you have)

The void squirms back into a comfortable position, but you do feel a slight difference. You do notice one noteworthy thing about it. The gem is glimmering with an uncanny glow. After a few moments, the glimmering ceases.

It's probably best to keep it on for now, at least
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>Have B look through the site acquisition stuff and get the robots up.
>Open Weapon Bundle Box
You type away on your console while trying your best to tune out the...disgusting conversation C-0RA and S-4M are having about which defective android is the hottest.

Administrator --> Bill
ADMINISTATOR: We got a lot of junk in the Third Floor storage room.
ADMINISTATOR: Mind looking through it? Maybe get some of those security robots up and running?
BALLBREAKER: look anything is better than repairing Presley again. The fucker thinks that overcharging his circuits is gonna "unlock a power" or something.
ADMINISTATOR: I would expect a defective to do that.
BALLBREAKER: That's what I said!

You check out on the old man. The first thing he decides to look through is that weapon bundle box you ordered. It's a dark-red and black box with a very shady "NOT WEAPONS" label. Uh huh.
He rips open the box to find...

>Throwing Knives (+2 FORCE, 3/3 Ammo, Strikes first in a combat encounter.)
>Baseball Bat (+1 FORCE, +1 to any FORCE dice, can launch small objects.)
>E.B.O.W (Ranged, 1/1 Ammo, reduces the FORCE dice needed to beat an enemy by 3 on a successful d20 roll. Reloads automatically after a round.)
>Cuirass (Physical Protection+, Presence+)

Nothing amazing but certainly more tools to keep your employees armed with. He moves on to the stuff in the acquisition stuff. He pulls out a small notepad and quickly jots down some notes on 'em.

He quickly submits the notes before going over to the two damaged robots and working on repairing them. He manages to get the smaller one up-and-running really quickly (you swear that thing is running on a rotten potato battery) an-

"FUCK YOU CUNT YOU SHIT EATING COCKSTORM AND EAT A DONG FUCKING ASS RAMMING SHIT FUCK!" The small orb on wheels with the stun baton pedals out of the storage room. Huh. As for the bigger robot? Seems like you're not gonna get it up that hour but Bill's trying

Working Notes - B
-I'm not even sure if I can get Mr. Big up. Looks like Spike, useful for backups part at least.
-We just have bags of ash here. Not even sure why they brought it back.
-Medkits are decent enough. We got lucky on the extinguisher. Former are in medbay, latter is outside the new anomaly room.
-The two kits have enough tools to help me repair stuff a bit easier. The survival kit has enough non-MRE food and non-"Water" water to feed us for a day or three.
-Gasoline. The real deal. Haven't seen the real stuff in ages. The androids will definitely like it if you give them this.
-The briefcase is remarkably reinforced. Anomalously so. Our normal tools can't open it with force.
-Is it even legal to have these sweets? Only A through C-Company should have access to it. Whoever had these was wealthy and powerful.
-Seen people take a Sinsu and Booster pill at the same time The interaction they had made 'em insanely strongbut their organs liquified once they wore off.
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>Put C-0RA on searching for the clown slasher on regular intervals. Announcement time.
"C-0RA. Keep an eye on the clown slasher, you're now part of Security until otherwise. Got it?" You snap your fingers at the android (almost literally, you notice. GOD that hurts). C-0RA snaps out of her weird trance state that she constantly finds herself in.

"SECURITY!!!! MY FAVORIte! so many strong cOPS WITH STRong BODS!!!"

"for the love of fuck just look for the clown."

You tap your microphone, ready for the announcement. You have a few on your mind, might as well get them all out. "Good morning. Today, we have been told an Invasion may happen. Until we can confirm the threat is neutralized, stay in groups and do not wander the halls. Also, we will have a fighting tournament later, you may be able to win a belt. That is all. Face the Fear."

Your more nervous/obedient employees (C, O2, V, W, Q, T) instantly fall into line and cling to each other. Your more outspoken employees (L, P, Z, Kor) think you're either worrying about nothing or you're joking around.

>Admin examine locked Briefcase and [REDACTED]

With the benefits of S-4M being able to control Spike while analyzing stuff, you bark a quick command to your AI to carry them to your office. You get up (without feeling like your back is gonna snap) and wait at the airlock for S-4M to get the goods.

You know, once you open that airlock and see the towering hunk of metal, you're not sure whether you should be scared or not. You just grab the two things its holding and close the airlock back up.

Placing the two of your desk, you decide to check them out. That [REDACTED] you bought wasn't at all censored by your cameras, that's actually how it looks like. It's a floating, blacked out cube thing. It's bizarre seeing something like this just...in front of you, ya know?

You decide to try to get a better look at it but as you grab a hold onto it, you feel a sudden rush of energy flowing your arm. Which quickly turns into your skin cracking and flaying.

"S-Sir! Ar-are you okay?" You hardly say anything as you pull your arm back. Black ooze pours out of your arm. "S-shit. U-uh, yeah, I'll..." You hold your arm to your chest. Then you notice something weird about your display.

>+1 ICP generated!

"What."
"Uh."
"EXICITING!"

All three of you (S-4M, Admin, C-0RA) are utterly baffled at this. How the hell...? Then you look back at the cube and notice that where you touched it, a glowing handprint was left, alongside a message caved into it.

"TRANSACTION COMPLETED. EXHAUSTED FOR THE DAY. PLACE [REDACTED] FROM GAMMA-CORP INTO STORAGE."

What the hell did you buy.
>[REDACTED]: Once per day, you may have an employee interact with the [REDACTED]. This will generate a large sum of A-Energy, a handful of C-Extract, one ICP, or even rarer energies
>An additional upside or downside will be given at random (killing them, healing them, revealing a trait, etc)
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As for the briefcase itself (you cover your arm with a mess of paper until you can get it checked later), it's a nice looking suitcase. Real leather and everything. Looking to see how to open it up, you see a small five-letter keypad on it. Currently, it's set to "GAMMA". It's safe to assume why that's in there and, no shock, still locked.

You try a handful of random codes (ADMIN, BASED, FELIX) but none of them make it click. Hm. You could always try to play the Fortune game when it comes to information, but you feel like that coy thing would ask you for a riddle. Maybe challenge RBA to crack it open? Or you could pry at Gamma to see what he remembers about it.

Until then, it's a makeshift weapon.

>Ask Q what Employees he wants for his department, and ask said Employees if they want to work in Accounting

Administrator --> Q
ADMINISTATOR: What employees do you want for your department?
Q: S2, business man, highly trained in sales. O2, high focus, good with numbers.
Q: K, Unknown, generally skilled. T, personal preference. X, similar to Drone.
ADMINISTATOR: Noted.

Administrator --> Employee X
ADMINISTATOR: Q wants you to be a part of the accounting department.
XOXO: ALREADY ACCEPTED.
ADMINISTATOR: Well, that was quick.

Administrator --> Employee O2
ADMINISTATOR: Q wants you to be part of the accounting department. Your thoughts on the offer?
OZZY1996: Oh, uh, why me? I'm not against it but
ADMINISTATOR: He said you were good at numbers. Isn't accounting all numbers?
OZZY1996: Well, uh, I guess that was my purpose.
OZZY1996: I suppose I could? didn't intend on being an Accounting model again...

Administrator --> Employee K
ADMINISTATOR: Q wants you to be part of the accounting departments. Do you accept?
k8: numbers
k8: boring no thanks.
k8: i don't wanna jerk off over numbers. i know who would be far more appealing, though. ;)
ADMINISTATOR: What?
k8: ▲ ▲ ▲

...Next one.

Administrator --> Employee T
ADMINISTATOR: Q wants you to be a part of the Accounting Department. Accept?
2011215T: Q: Wants me? Heartburning. Heartwarming.
2011215T: Accepted. Preference for: Drone-Department Heads.
ADMINISTATOR: Uh. Are you two in...?
2011215T: Energy Collection: Not interfered. Question: Irrelevant.
ADMINISTATOR: Right. Go ahead and talk to him then.

Administrator --> Employee S2
ADMINISTATOR: Ugh. Q wants you to join his Department. Yes or no?
BESTSALESMAN1997: [DEAL ACCEPTED], YOU [[LITTLE SLIME]]! OF COURSE I WANT TO [[Imaginary numbers]] TO LINE A [[bigshotbigshot]]'S WALLET!
ADMINISTATOR: Every time I talk to you, I regret ordering you.
BESTSALESMAN1997: EVERYONE LOVES A GREAT [[Spamton G. Spamtom]]! WHO WOULD REGRET [[For the rest of their fleeting life]] ABOUT SUCH A GREAT PURCHASE??????
BESTSALESMAN1997: BUY NOW OR YOU'LL REGRET [[the crimes you were a part of]] FOR NO DOWN PAYMENT!
ADMINISTATOR: This is going nowhere.
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>Call in A2 for that interview (and coffee)
>Keep RBA's cocktail near Admin in case of an emergency

Let's get this out of the way.

Administrator --> Employee A2
ADMINISTATOR: Come to my office. Let's talk, if you don't mind.
ANAZINGADAMA: Fine. Only if there's coffee involved, though.
ADMINISTATOR: Bring one of the Boiling Cocktails, if you don't mind.
ANAZINGADAMA: Yeah, yeah.

You glare at C-0RA to make sure she doesn't try doing anything stupid. She turns around. Good.

The airlock opens, presumably by S-4M, and in comes the employee in question. A tired, mess of a woman who has the same soulless glaze to her eyes stands before you. In her hands is a glass filled to the brim with a bright red, boiling liquid.

"Great. Sorry for the lack of a chair, you can sit on the bed if you want to get comfortable." God, you hope that didn't come out the wrong way. Two cups of coffee rise up out of the desk. You take one, so does she.

"I'm fine. So, what do you want, sir?" She sips.

"Let's cut to the chase. What the fuck is this?" You gesture an arm wildly at the FUCKING CLONE. "Why are you even here? I don't want to sound crass but seeing a clone of myself, a female one nonetheless, is a bit much to take."

Adama chortles. "And a talking sandstorm isn't? I don't know much on the whole, well, not being a real person thing. I can answer these three questions real quick, though."

"No. I don't know why I'm a girl if I'm supposed to be you, and yes, I have all the right parts down there for a girl."

"Secondly, I don't know why they cloned you, but I heard...I guess my 'parents' talk about the cloning process. Either you got your DNA stolen by Z-Company, you submitted it voluntarily, or you were a big enough deal to have a backup off." Hm. You somehow feel like any one of those three could be true.

"Thirdly?"

"Thirdly, no, I have no idea why I have this either. Nor why I got sent here." She wipes away some grey drool. "Clones aren't supposed to meet the original or something. Cognitive dissonance or something. So either they failed to check who ran this joint or..."

"What, they wanted to test to see what happens or something? An experiment or something?" She was one of the first DAILY SPECIL purchases. Hm.

Adama shrugs. "Probably!" She gulps down more coffee. "It's equally weird to see you as well, trust me. It's like staying at a fucked up carnival mirror."

"Wait. Why is it grey? It's supposed to be black, isn't it?" You point at the tar slowly leaking out of your mouth.

"...They said I was 100% normal, with no health issues. Can't say the same about what you're dealing with." Adama shrugs. Well, while she couldn't answer much about your situation, you still feel like you could gleam some details if you read through the lines.

"Fair enough, I suppose. You're free to go now."

Adama nods. "Good luck, uh, me. You know, would it be weird if we fuc-"

"I SAID YOU'RE FREE TO GO NOW."

"Yeah, fair enough!" She finally leaves
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>Lay a bowl of coffee or milk down for the cat, whichever it prefers.
Adama leaves out said bowl of coffee as she's walking away from your office. The cat damn-near materializes from a shadowy corner and starts licking away at it. Shockingly, despite it being bitter-bean-juice, it doesn't mind it. Huh.

>Inquire on the progress of the Growth Pack Garden
Administrator --> Employee L and O
ADMINISTATOR: Progress on the Growth Packet Garden?
cecidimus: doing good actually. ignoring all of the bleh vegetables and grains and shit, we're growing some cool flowers.
OPERATIONAL: Natural sunlight would be more efficient than the lights in here. If the sun has shown up at all in the last decade.
cecidimus: fuck off, you think i wanna go to the desert to fuck a female anomaly AND look at the sun? shut up.
ADMINISTATOR: Question. Can nice berries be planted in there?
cecidimus: oh, lol, we already did that. doing remarkably well, actually.
OPERATIONAL: It appears they are willing to grow anywhere, regardless of the conditions.
ADMINISTATOR: Neat! Keep up the good work.

>Feed Detective sand vial
Bill tosses the half-empty sand vial into the anomaly, without paying much attention. It crunches down it and starts spitting out a loud of nonsense.

"TAKEN AWAY FORCEFULLY AFTER HIDDEN FROM A MISTAKE NOT WISHED TO BE REPEATED. OVERPROTECTIVE PARENTS. SHE KNOWS SO LITTLE, ONLY SEEING THINGS AS GAMES. SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND THE SEVERITY OF WHAT HAPPENED BACK THEN. ASK ABOUT HER FATHER."

"REQUIRES SMALL COOLDOWN. AVAILABLE NEXT HOUR."

>Test out Arid Dress on both genders
You decide to use D-Class since c'mon, they're meat puppets, who cares? Zero drags out D-W23N and D-10V311 and hands them the dress to put on.

With some forceful motivation (and maybe pointing a gun at the back of his head), D-W23N puts on the dress. You quickly notice his physical appearance become a LOT more feminine than it already was.

You didn't exactly expect his skin to tan over, either. He looks...well, like a girl now. A boyish, tanned girl but a girl nevertheless. He quickly pries off off the dress and tosses it over at D-10V311, incredibly uncomfortable of what just happened.

D-10V311 gets the same "gun to back of head" treatment and forces herself to put the thing on. No outward physical change is noted aside from a sudden rush of "energy", given the fact her eyes shoot open and she tries charging at the Ranger for the gun.

Luckily, a quick whack to the noggin fixes that issue real quick. Well, you didn't expect that Male result, at least.

>Arid Dress (Male) aspect revealed! (Alters his appearance to be feminine enough to trick anomalies who care about specific genders, Presence-, Bond+)
>Arid Dress (Female) aspect revealed! (Employees wearing it may be more rebellious and willing to listen to base urges.)

>Make reminder to examine the vial, the lockbox, and the bag found in storage.
Note taken. Not like you can get all of them analyzed in this hour anyways.
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>C, Bond with Future
And now, finally, time for the work orders. You decide to start with one of the simpler ones since let's be honest, you're already handling a lot. Employee C is more than willing to come over there and enter the containment cell.

Employee C steps forward to the vanguard of this facility.
C: Hey! It's just, uh, me again. How's it been?
The knight in shining armor loosens the grip on its sword.
It hisses out a pained breath, finding it hard to speak.
ANOMALY: It has been alright. Preparing, waiting, to purge the corruption in this cursed facility.
The anomaly pauses, noticing the robotic arm where C's arm stump used to be.
ANOMALY: Intriguing. Man and machine, together. Not used to seeing such a combination.
C: Y-yeah! It's cool! I can actually hold things now! S-shame this place is reeking of soulless creatures, isn't it?
ANOMALY: Perhaps, in a sense.
Employee C stutters, losing the wind blowing in her sails.
C: S-so. I heard you were r-relieved about something. What was that about, Future?
ANOMALY: Oh.
C: Uh, I didn't hit a nerve or something, r-
ANOAMLY: No, no, it's fine. I was busy sleeping and dreaming about a time long, long before the time I am stuck in now.
ANOMALY: An hour before waking up, my back broke out into a shivering mess. For a moment, I thought that my worse self was coming back.
ANOMALY: I suppose I am relieved that the horrid presence that entered this place was simply an evil I can actually slay.
C: W-well, I d-don't know what that means but I'm glad you're doing fine, sir!
ANOMALY: Of course, but it's still lingering on my mind. Do you have anything you could suggest to help calm my nerves?
C: Well...when I always felt bad, I would always go to my brothers. You could try talking to some of your old...Reminder friends, maybe?
ANOMALY: Perhaps. I know that it is not my will that controls who enters through that door anymore.
ANOMALY: As long as I can keep my worse self from returning, it is fine whoever comes in here. As long as I can control those desires.
Employee C is confused about all of this talk about "worse self" he keeps talking about
She tries her best to look supportive for him, at least.
C: Well, I'll try my best to help you through this. You helped me once before in a bad place, maybe I can do the same to you?
C: Just, uh, don't try to kill anyone or mess with their heads. Alright?
The anomaly goes silent for a moment before hissing out a sigh, disappointed at itself.
ANOMALY: I will try. I can not claim I was harmless, nor that my old habits have disappeared completely. But I will try.
C: Thank you. That's all I ask for. Have a good day, Future.
The anomaly nods as Employee C exits the containment cell. Now, there is only a knight protecting a cell.

His worse self, huh? The hell does that mean?
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>Delta, 5UH4, Brawl with RBA
Ya know, you weren't expecting to see Delta dragging a tanned giant who is also as tall and buff as him with a chain around her neck. Aside from each having a stab resistant vest and a security helmet, and a riot club in Delta's hand, you don't see anything else.

The anomaly stands in the center of the room with its arms crossed. Flashing a toothy smile.
ANOMALY: Well, well! Bet you freakshits can't wait to...
Red Blooded American stops his boast. He's giving Delta a weird look of concern?
ANOMALY: Uhhh. You okay there?
Delta lets go of the chain around the D-Class' neck. With a short snarl, the two charge head first at the anomaly.
The anomaly quickly shifts into a boxer's stance.
ANOMALY: Jesus christ, okay! Guess we're doing it this way!
5UH4 reels back her fist and smashes it HARD against the anomaly's leg. You damn near hear that bone snapping in half.
ANOMALY: GOD DAMNIT!
Delta swings his club at the same spot, dropping the anomaly to its knees. He grunts, a small smile crossing his face.
ANOMALY: FINE! YOU WANNA PLAY ROUGH?! WE CAN FUCKING PLAY ROUGH, FREAKSHIT!
The demon grabs the D-Class who nearly broke his leg. There's a huge struggle between the two, while Delta takes this chance to get a few more cheapshots in on the anomaly.
With two hands grabbing a hold of the girl, he slams her RIGHT INTO Delta with the force of a cannonball.
Blood splatters all over the containment cell. The delicious sounds of bones cracking can be heard all throughout it.
The two fighters stand up but god, they're not in good shape. A visible bone juts out of Delta's arm while 5UH4 is busy spitting out tooth fragments from her mouth.
All three huff and puff, exhausted from the slugfest that just happened.
In war, there is no winners. Only the ones who lost the least.
5UH4 drags herself forward on her limp and bruised legs with a twisted grin covering her face. She raises her arms to show the chains hanging off of them.
D-5UH4: You know why I have these?
ANOMALY: Pft. Because you're a woman who needs to be locked up in the kitchen?
D-5UH4: Oh, no, no.
Before the other two could react, D-5UH4 wraps one of the loose chains around the anomaly's fist before putting all of her body weight into pulling it down.
D-5UH4: To take you down with me. If I'm going to die here, it's gonna be on my terms.
The two begin to fall. And right as RBA is about to smash his skull onto the floor, he reels back a punch and SMASHES it against the D-class.
D-5UH4 gets launched into a wall, sliding down it and leaving a trail of blood while RBA smashes his face against the hard metal floor.
ANOMALY: guh...
Delta gives a thumbs up towards the anomaly before dragging himself over to the D-Class and taking her out of there.

D-5UH4 is in critical condition.
Delta's not too far behind.

Well, if anything, that's more human blood to harvest for later.
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>K, Null, Appease Siro. Help paint her room her favorite colors
After that enlightening conversation you had, you order Kate to get some art supplies. Kate keeps an eyebrow raised when she notices the weird guilt soaking Null's whole aura.

Now with your new cameras, you can see a faint silhouette fiddling around with the whale shark plushie.
ETF-O: Hey there, sweetheart. Your room is a bit drab, wouldn't you say?
ANOMALY: Yeah but...most of the rooms I sleep at are boring.
ANOMALY: Especially the one dad kept me in.
ETF-O: Well, we can spruce it up a little! We got some paint. What kind of colors do you like?
This quickly gets the attention of the storm. She swirls closer to the burn victim, while K tries to stay close to the walls.
ANOMALY: Finally! This place was getting too boring. Was about to try getting outside to have some fun.
ETF-O: H-haha, right. So, let's start then. Maybe step a bit back?
ANOMALY: Oh, sure!
The storm slowly backs away to the corner, giving enough room for the painters to not have their paint instantly blasted by sand.
ANOMALY: Gold! No, wait, Red! Buuuut Pink is also good!
Employee K focuses on painting whatever weird color the anomaly wants next, not even caring if it looks like clown vomit in the process.
Null does the same, gently gesturing at the anomaly to move once a section of wall or floor has been painted.
You can tell that the storm is getting impatient at the speed the room is being painted at but eventually, the room has been painted...
In a horrid mess of reds, pinks, and gold. Better than the clown car's mix of neon blues, pinks, and greens.
Despite this, the storm giggles with glee at her new-found room. She shifts towards the center of the room to get a better look.
ANOMALY: I...I've never seen so many colors in my room before. They were always so grey, boring! So many colors, though! So many...
ETF-O: Well, I'm glad you enjoy it! Sorry if my friend isn't talking. She's...special.
Employee K would huff if it wasn't for her only having a gas mask protecting her.
ANOMALY: I...think I want to be alone to enjoy this. If you don't mind.
ETF-O: Of course.
The two employees quickly leave the room, having done their job.
The first time she has seen colors besides white and grey for years...
ANOMALY: So pretty...

"I am curious at your inability or unwillingness to talk, Kate." Null muses, brushing off the sand and dust from her outfit.

Kate simply shrugs, not at all interested. "Only talk to those who are hot. Or stimulates intelligence. Anomalies, neither.
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>A, Observe Velvet (with Beta possibly tagging along)
Beta looks at the order you gave him about "tagging along with A" and instantly flinches. With a lot of hesitation, he leads Arthur over to the room in question.

"I am not entering that room unless it's to extract you. I am not fucking dealing with that thing right now." Beta grimaces at the containment cell door.

"Uh, okay sir!" Arthur quietly enters the containment cell.

The ceiling and floor where the anomaly sits at have been scorched a dark black.
Employee A wipes away at the sweat dripping from his brow.
A: Hoo. Okay, uh, Observe. Right.
He pulls out his notepad and begins scratching down his observations on the anomaly.
A: Burning hot in here. Even the Wastes aren't this bad.
To give credit where it's due, he's handling standing in what must be an oven remarkably well.
The anomaly cracks its head to stare vacantly at Employee A. He shutters at the stare down.
A: Hello?
It rasps out something barely audible over the crackling of fire. A scared, panicky whisper.
ANOMALY: I didn't want to be like this. I didn't deserve this. The fire is not mine.
Employee A doesn't respond. He keeps his focus on writing down notes, even if his face is turning beet red.
A bottle shatters. A scream echoes. A moment before the fire begins to spread.
ANOMALY: Is it safe here? Can I hide? Hide. Hide from. Yes, yes, I must.
ANOMALY: It is not safe out here. Stay with me. Be my guardian, I must be protected at all costs.
The charred figure stands up, a trail of purple fire erupting for a split second, before turning back to the regular yellow-orange.
Employee A steps away to keep his distance from the anomaly. He looks like he's about to faint any moment now.
A: Well, sorry for interrupting your peace. I'll be leaving now if you don't...
Employee A stumbles as he tries walking out of the containment cell, grabbing a hold onto the nearby wall. Sizzling flesh fills the air.
A: Fuck, fuck! I can't handle this shit anymore!
ANOMALY: Such uncouth language doesn't belong in my presence!
Before the heat can get any worse, he charges out of the containment cell and away from the heat.
ANOMALY: Disappointing.
ANOMALY: This is not what I was meant to be. Such a disgrace this world and I havebecome.

Beta shakes his head at Arthur. "Yeah. You see why I don't wanna fucking go in there, kid?" Arthur wheezes, barely able to get his breath back. He's drenched in sweat.

"Let's go." Beta escorts the sweating wretch away from the containment cell.
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>AK, Bond with Fortune, ask it a question/get a horoscope and ask it what your reward is
The redhead walks to the containment cell in question, scoffing at her working on the safest anomaly in here.

AK looks at the fortune teller box. Then at the security camera. Then the box.
AK: Are you fucking kidding me? This is what I gotta work with?
AK: Fine.
She pulls out a coin from her pocket, walking up to the machine.
Insulting the oracle? No good, no good.
AK: Alright. Look, what exactly is this reward shit you apparently talked about?
AK: Maybe it was me. Hehe. Yeah, as if.
AK: Another thing. I want a horoscope. Yeah. That sounds good enough I guess.
She drops the coin in and roughly pushes the button in question.
The machine sits there. Well, it always does, but it's almost like it's taking its sweet time on this.
AK taps her foot on the ground impatiently.
Three pieces of paper get spat out of the machine, landing at AK's feet.
AK: Finally. Let's see what's going on here.
She picks them up and holds up them to the camera, so you can see them.
ANOMALY: "Your obedience has been heartburning. Your acceptance of your fate shall be rewarded thusly: Your invader looks for a weak spot. Your third floor will be where it will break through."
ANOMALY: "TAURUS: USING LOW QUALITY GOODS FOR REFINEMENT WILL RESULT IN FAILURE. USE A NON-DISPOSABLE, VALUED EMPLOYEE OR FACE ILL FORTUNE."
ANOMALY: "You're not the reward. You are an insult, an error in Fate itself, AK. You are not meant to be here."
AK: The fuck is up with this thing? Whatever, I got the stupid papers, I'm going now.
AK exits the containment cell, leaving the fortune teller behind.

The agent shakes her head, tossing the three fortunes into a nearby trash bag. "What a load of nonsense. Can't believe that's the anomaly that's been here the longest. Someone aught decommission it already."

>Assign D-10V311 to Nurture Art of Flesh. Feed the machine.
You hardly even pay attention to the D-Class at this point. Just another asset to burn through. With Gamma escorting her, the D-Class gets shoved into the containment cell.

D-10V stares at her impending death. The chef's arm has already transformed into a blade.
D-10V: Using my blood instead of reigning it in? Priceless.
The chef moves in for a fatal stab but before he can, D-10V throws her whole body weight at it.
The two quickly get into a scuffle, punches being thrown, a desperate struggle to delay a death.
Blood splatters all over your camera as the chef drives his blade into her.
The cooking commences.
Such a rotten way to die.

Gamma shakes his head as he hears what's going on the cell. "Food's good but god, Harvesters have more class than this."

"Hopefully the meal is good."
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>U, Nurture Star, ask for some of her Stardust to preform a magic trick with GWIT (the Energy Extraction ritual specifically)

The old man steps into the containment cell, carrying the book and buckets of blood in hand. You can't tell if he's excited or dreading this encounter.

The show hasn't started yet.
The performer is busy spinning her cane around, not remotely caring about the old foggy.
U: Excuse me.
ANOMALY: Hm?
Employee U pulls out a piece of chalk and begins scratching down something on the floor.
The performer stops spinning her cane. She's busy watching what this old man is doing.
Just like before, it's a random series of lines and symbols that only makes sense to him. Once he's done copying from the book, he puts it down.
He pours the blood buckets into the circle. The blood flows and soaks into the chalk, turning reddish pink.
U: So. I need something from you to make this all fire off, as the kids would say. A bit of "Stardust".
U: It's for a magic trick. Maybe it can give you some inspirations, mh?
ANOMALY: Hehe! Alright, alright, one bit of it couldn't hurt. Sure.
The performer takes in a deep breath and lets it out. Tiny star fragments flood the air, soon falling onto the circle.
Employee U clasps his hands together. He starts muttering an incoherent pray to himself. The ritual circle begins to glow.
The performer's eyes widen. You swear that she's about to start fangirling herself.
ANOMALY: Holy shit, you can actually do magic? I thought that was only a me thing!
U does his best to keep his focus until he runs out of willpower to keep the ritual going. He lets go, exhausted.
U: Yep.
The floor glows with an unusual mixture of purple and reds. Right where the energy collectors are, you think.
U: That's all I wanted to show you. Don't mess with that circle too mu-
Star grabs the old man and shakes him. A wide smile spreads across the star creature's face.
ANOMALY: YOU GOTTA SHOW ME MORE OF THAT STUFF HOLY SHIT MAN.
U: Woahwoahwoahwoahuhokaycalmdownplease.
U: I'll ask my...boss about it later?
Employee U gently picks the book back up.
ANOMALY: Of course! I need to make my show the best it can be! No trick should be used too much, after all!
Employee U nods. Before this can get even weirder for him, he takes his leave.
The performer stares at the chalk circle with glee, trying to figure out how it works for herself.

Employee U shudders, not really sure how to respond to an anomaly shaking him like that. He goes to put the book back in secure storage. Can't blame him, that was an odd bout of behavior for 'er.
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>D-W0, O, Observe Sense
Watching TV on the job, eh? You would almost be jealous of these guys if they weren't dealing with an anomaly. The two are busy chattering about what notes they've taken on other anomalies as they enter.

The TV sits there, ready to be tuned in to a new show.
D-W0: You know, wouldn't it be cool if we could fiddle through the channels to get more direct communication? Play it like Fortune, as it were.
O: Perhaps. Might work. Might just end up seeing patterns that aren't there.
The D-Class kneels down to fiddle around with the dials while Employee O opens up her notepad.
O: What a weird form for an anomaly to take. Why such a simple TV?
D-W0: It's always the simplest ones you should worry about. Looks deceive.
The screen flickers to life. A man with a fake smile and a fake hairdo stands before a TV studio audience.
ANOMALY: "WELCOME! TONIGHT, WE HAVE A VERY, VERY SPECIAL GUEST TO TALK TO."
The camera pans over to a man sitting in a chair. He's coated head to toe in blood and gore.
O: Eugh.
ANOMALY: "WE HEARD THAT YOU'VE BEEN GOING FOR A NEW RECORD THESE DAYS. MIND TELLING THE AUDIENCE ABOUT YOURSELF?"
ANOMALY: "Heads will roll. As a salesman robot would say, I'll surpass those damn clowns around town."
Cheap, pre-recorded laughter blares from the TV. It keeps going long after the man moved on to something else.
ANOMALY: "It was either violence or sex that would get me the show. I just did what was natural."
ANOMALY: "OF COURSE! NOTHING'S BETTER THAN SEEING SOME BLOAT BEING TRIMMED AND HEADS BEGINNING TO ROLL."
ANOMALY: "Indeed. Say, mind helping me break the record? It'll be painless, I swear."
ANOMALY: "OF COURSE!"
The man covered in gore walks over to the man in the suit. The gore-covered man pulls out a hammer.
O: Oh no.
D-W0: Oh hell yeah. Let's see some heads spill.
ANOMALY: "TONIGHT, I'LL BE MORE FAMOUS THAN ANY OTHER TALKSHOW IN THE CITY! WATCH ME FLY, MAMA! WATCH ME FLY!"
There's nothing worse than the sound of forced laughter and sloppy clapping.
Right as the hammer was about to smash into the suit's head, the signal cuts. Leaving behind only static.
D-W0: Damnit! It was about to get to the good part.
O: That was sickening. I'm glad we didn't get to see it.
D-W0: Oh well. Guess we're not getting more out of it.
D-W0: Done with your notes?
O: Correct.
D-W0: Right. Let's get out.
The two leave the containment cell behind. You expected that to be it but...
Canned laughter echoes throughout the cell.
The room goes silent after that small outburst.
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>Q, T, Kor, Extract Shot, just the meat off the walls.
A part of the constant stream of noise in your head tells you that Observing would be better but...getting the meat for a crosstest might be good as well.

You send the order. Talon clings onto Q's arm in a loving embrace, with Kor squinting at this weird display. If Q had a face, you swear it would be embarrassed

The three enter the room. The two drones instantly groan in disgust.
The walls are flooded with meat. The cell already looks like how the third floor used to be.
Kor: Christ, let's get this over with.
Q: Wh-
Kor: Some guy that Delta keeps babbling about.
Kor kneels down and starts scrapping meat off of the wall with a surplus knife. The others help harvest, using other objects to avoid touching it.
The ball in the center of the containment cell pulses to life at the sudden activity in the room.
ANOMALY: CEASE WHAT YOU ARE DOING! UNAUTORHIZED PERSONNEL CAN NOT HARVEST FROM THE ANOMALY!
The three freeze dead in their tracks, not at all sure how to respond to this.
Q: I'm the Accounting Department Head. I am authorized!
A tendril of flesh launches out of the ball. It begins sniffling and analyzing Q.
Kor tries his best to avoid resisting the urge to harvest. He tries his best to remove the knife from the pile of meat...
This results in a tendril piercing through his torso. Blood pours out of him.
ANOMALY: STOP RESISTING, SCUMBAG! DRONE IS AUTHORIZED TO HARVEST! YOU ARE NOT!
Employee Q and T hardly have time to react before the tendril is pulled out of Kor, leaving a gaping hole in his upper torso.
Kor: Ha...ha! G-guess I'm pretty fucked.
He falls face first onto the floor, blood pooling around him.
ANOMALY: Continue. The threat has been neutralized.
Instead of harvesting any more meat, the two grab Kor and quickly get the hell out of here before anything worse happens.
ANOMALY: Scumbags. This facility is not for criminals to wander around in!

Ah shit. You're not sure if he's going to make it. At the very least, you got a trauma kit to maybe fix that?

It's hard to say at this point.
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>disgusting conversation C-0RA and S-4M are having about which defective android is the hottest.
I think this is the first time S4M has managed a "civil" conversation with C-0RA.

>E.B.O.W
This will be great for a supporting Employee in a larger/tougher fight. Plus it's a reusable ranged weapon, woo!

>The small orb on wheels with the stun baton pedals out of the storage room.
...I really hope this is just an initial disorientation phase, and we haven't gotten yet another semi-useless employee.

>Looks like Spike, useful for backups part at least.
That's not the worst; it'd be best to have a second 'bot, but repairing Spike would have been a pain without parts.

>-We just have bags of ash here. Not even sure why they brought it back.
Ash doesn't burn, so it could be used as a really crappy fire suppression. I'm wondering if it's the burned remained of something they though might be significant to Velvet for some reason.
It's worth asking Beta once he cools down a little.

>-Gasoline. The real deal. Haven't seen the real stuff in ages.
Might be a good bartering chip if we decide to try out the sponsorship thing ourselves, as I have no idea what we'd use it for otherwise.

>-Is it even legal to have these sweets?
A hint to Velvet's origins.

>[REDACTED]:
Wow. That's neat. Maybe Admin shouldn't be the one to interact with it any more though, considering the risk of DEATH.

> Or you could pry at Gamma to see what he remembers about it.
Might as well start with him; we can always revert to the other options if he draws a blank.

>ADMINISTATOR: Every time I talk to you, I regret ordering you.
Same, man. Same.

>"...They said I was 100% normal, with no health issues.
Yeahhhhhhh, I'm sure it's fine.

>"REQUIRES SMALL COOLDOWN. AVAILABLE NEXT HOUR."
Wow, that was shocking direct. Some actual no-nonsense answers for a change.
I think I love him already.

>Arid Dress (Male) aspect revealed! (Alters his appearance to be feminine enough to trick anomalies who care about specific genders, Presence-, Bond+)
Unfortunately, that's really useful for dealing with Sirocco. The female variant is basically useless to us though.

>Now, there is only a knight protecting a cell.
He's been too idle, I think. He needs to do his new Duty, or he's going to get worse.
I'm not sure how to give him what he wants though; he could try brawling with RBA, but it doesn't seem like he's looking for a fight necessarily.

>he's handling standing in what must be an oven remarkably well.
That's what I was afraid of. The droids may not fare much better; wires will melt as readily as flesh.
Idea: We order a custom droid with Keyword: FIREFIGHTER, or something similar.

>"Let's go."
Initial thoughts on Velvet: The wife of someone rich and powerful, who was used to high class society and being in charge. Her home was attacked (pos by disgruntled underlings) via molotovs; instead of fleeing the building like a sensible person, she tried to hide from the flames, burning to death.
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The Work Order for A Hope for a Brighter Future is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +7/???
Employee Morale: Peaceful
Current Anomaly Mood: Reflecting
Employee Trait Revealed
Employee C - Robophobic (Bond--, Observe-, and Subdue+ to Mechanical Anomalies. Morale- around Androids and Morale- to Androids)
Working Notes - C
-I'm shocked he didn't really agree with me. Didn't he believe in the same?
-Energy collection is weirdly high. I don't think it's because of anything I did.
-Did he mean he thought the new anomaly might've been his worse self as first? A fire lady doesn't sound like that.
-He has a cool sword. Wonder when he's going to use it. Maybe in a duel? Maybe to protect us? He seems like he would protect us.

The Work Order for Red Blooded American is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +11/???
Employee Morale:
Delta: Seething --> In Heaven
D-5UH4: Neutral
Current Anomaly Mood: Exhausted
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
D-5UH4 - Amazonian (Nurture+, Appease-, Bond-, Subdue++, FOR++, STA+)
Working Notes - Delta
-There's nothing better than a bit of blood flowing from everyone, isn't it?
-He looked like he wanted to tell me something. My bloodlust stopped me but someone should talk to him.

Working Notes - D-5UH4
-Got the last laugh. Fuck him.

The Work Order for Sirocco is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +4/???
Employee Morale
Null: Guilty --> Neutral
Kate: ???
Current Anomaly Mood: Pleased
Working Notes - ETF-O
-Turns out a child is indecisive on what she wants. Who would've thought?
-We'll probably need to replace that often. But for now, she's at peace with herself.

Working Notes - K
-Hasn't seen color in years. Reminds her of the outside. A single moment of brightness before darkness.
-Sand got caught all over me. Need to take a bath. Are you available today?
-Null was judged by an anomaly. I can smell it in her bones. The other ETFs might be affected in similar ways.

The Work Order for Fire on the Velvet Horizon is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +4/???
Employee Morale: Neutral --> Exhausted
Current Anomaly Mood: Charred
Working Notes - A
-Okay, yeah, I'm not sure if a human could survive in there for too long. Either keep human work orders short or use robots.
-Observe works probably won't set her temper off but be VERY careful on who you send for Bonding works.
-Yeah. Beta isn't working on her this shift. Personal vendetta or something.
-She talks oddly...high-class? Something about how her infliction sounds makes me think of royalty. Appease might be good?

(Since we have so much anomalies, might as well separate this into two chunks. That and to give each anomalies more work notes)
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>AK: The fuck is up with this thing? Whatever, I got the stupid papers, I'm going now.
It is wonderful how much you can tell about a person by how they interact with this the traditional first Fortune order.
She needs to be taken down a peg, I think; she's a good candidate for Brawling at some point.

>The performer's eyes widen. You swear that she's about to start fangirling herself.
What have we unleashed.

>ANOMALY: "It was either violence or sex that would get me the show. I just did what was natural."
>ANOMALY: "TONIGHT, I'LL BE MORE FAMOUS THAN ANY OTHER TALKSHOW IN THE CITY! WATCH ME FLY, MAMA! WATCH ME FLY!"
These are important lines, I can feel it.
Someone really, really desperate to have his own show or make it onto TV, or to keep his show on air? He killed someone(s) on live TV, maybe?
We should see if we can find any record of scandalous or controversial things that were broadcast; maybe that'll give us a clue.

>This results in a tendril piercing through his torso. Blood pours out of him.
Aaaaaand this is exactly why we gather info about Anomalies before doing anything more complex with them. Observe and possibly Bond are what we should lead with, until we understand the temperament of any new Anomaly.
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The Work Order for Fortune for a Price is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +3/???
Employee Morale: Peeved
Current Anomaly Mood: ???
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
Agent K - Impetuous (Bond+, Observe--, Appease-, Nurture+, Subdue+)
Working Notes - AK
-Damn thing wasted my time and told me I was an insult. Fuck that thing.
-You got an Ordeal coming up soon? Sweet. Might as well get some blood flowing through these old veins.

The Work Order for The Art of Flesh is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +6/???
Employee Morale: COOKED
Current Anomaly Mood: COOKING
Commentary - Art of Flesh (recorded during cooking)
-Lean meat, little fat, mostly muscle. Low-quality cut.
-Savage animal. There is no point defiling a nine star chef.
-Blood cocktail? No, no, too on the nose.

The Work Order for Star of the Century is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +5/???
Employee Morale: Confused
Current Anomaly Mood: Inspired
Working Notes - U
-You know, I never expected to have THAT reaction. Guess that whole magic trick is really working out.
-I'd say the circle is going to last to affect another two anomalies and it's out of juice.

The Work Order for Chattering Lack of Common Sense is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +2/???
Employee Morale: Neutral
Current Anomaly Morale: ???
Working Notes - D-W01FY
-Maybe you should try looking up if this really happened.
-I'm noticing a theme. Fame, striving for it, the entertainment industry in general. Maybe something more violent done around it could inspire a reaction.
-Shame it cut off at the end. Did it do it intentionally?

Working Notes - O
-This wasn't fabricated. Taken out of context but not an illusion.
-Intrigued on how you even do certain work orders on it. How do you Subdue it?
-Unsure if violence content is a new trend or an outburst. Or a path to something?

The Work Order for Til the Last Shot is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +8/???
C-Extract Count: +1 [High Quality activated!]
Employee Morale:
Q: Neutral --> Worried
T: Neutral --> Amused
Kor: Neutral --> PANIC
Current Anomaly Mood: Annoyed
Working Notes - Q and T
-Extracted material: Acquired. Enough for future crosstest with Art of Flesh.
-Authorized: Department Heads, Members of Security(?). Only those allowed for Extraction? Uncertain what requirements are necessary.
-Treating Kor. Status: Panicked and Delirious. Recovery: Possible. Nurses: Handling a lot
-High Energy: Partially due to employees, partially due to U. High Energy Production predicted, regardless

Working Notes - Kor
-GOD, THIS IS MUST WHAT NULL MUST FEEL LIKE DAILY.
-THE MEAT DOESN'T EVEN LOOK THAT GOOD FOR SEWING. MAYBE FOR THAT FUCKING AUTO DOC, MAYBE.

Extracted: Two bags of "Mystery Meat" (It squirms and multiplies despite being severed. Might be good for things that require biomatter)
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Hour 2, Shift 7
QUOTA: 0/42 C-Extract Refined
A-Energy: 54 units, 0/hour
ICP-Energy: 4 units
C-Extract: 1

SPONSORSHIPS:
>U-Company: Perform two Crosstests and let your Inspector tinker with two of your PARADIGMS (select the two PARADIGMs in question). 2 shifts left.
>Q-Company: Cope with an increased quota of 11 more C-Extract. 2 shifts left.

INTERACTIONS [1 Hour Each]:

LIVING
>Anomalies: A Hope for a Brighter Future, Red Blooded American, Sirocco, Star of the Century, Til the Last Shot, Fire on the Velvet Horizon
>Assign Employee (What work type? Any specific instructions? To which anomaly? etc etc)

INANIMATE
>Anomalies: Fortune for a Price, The Art of Flesh, Chattering Lack of Common Sense
>Assign Employee (Same as Living)

MISC
>Facility: REFINEMENT ROOM, Explore the Fourth Floor (Unknown. Felix said to "be quiet" on it.), Unleash the Beast (6 A-Energy to activate)
>S-4M: Anomaly Analyzation (Which anomaly and how long?), Control Spike (what do?)
>C-ORA: Search Protocol (What do you want to find?)
>Assign Employee (To do what? Any specific instructions?)

EQUIPMENT
Weapons:
>Riot Clubs/Combat Knives (Assigned to ETF, grants +1 FORCE dice and a reroll per encounter)
>ROD OF OBEDIENCE (+1 FORCE dice, Subdue++. Unassigned)
>Surplus Knife and Surplus Club (May add +1 to two FORCE dice. Club and Knife assigned to J)
>BLESSED BLADE (+2 FORCE dice, deals Stamina damage to non-religious employees who attempt to wield it. Unassigned.)
>Stun Baton (+1 FORCE dice, weakens an opponent on a success. Assigned to F and I, Leftover: 4)
>9mm Pistol (+2 FORCE dice, ranged, 8/8 shots remaining. Current count: 2)

Armor:
>ARMOR OF THE FATHER (Physical Protection++, may block some attacks, FORCE-. Unassigned)
>Stab Resistant Vest (Physical Protection+, assigned to F, I, J, Zero. Leftover: 2)
>Weather Resistant Protective Gear (resists sand, rain, and mild heat. Assigned to whoever works on Sirocco)
>Gas Masks (Protects against gas based attacks. Current count: 4. Unassigned)
>Champion Belt (+1 FORCE dice, raises morale and lowers morale loss, hardly takes up equipment space. Unassigned)
>Security Helmet (Has a chance of blocking weak attacks. Current count: 4.)
>Salty Bathrobe (STA+, Physical Protection+++, grants heavy fire resistance, FOR--)
>Arid Dress (STA+, +1 FORCE dice, Physical Protection+, may affect women and men differently? Unassigned.)

(More will be kept in the Pastebin section)

PARADIGMs
>Stats are recorded in the "Equipment" section of the Pastebin

CONSOLE COMMANDS
>View cameras in which rooms? (Write in)
>Broadcast an announcement over the intercom system (Write in)
>Manage Employee roster and Departments. (Write in)
>Edit anomaly dossiers and logs (Write in)
>Message an Employee PDA. (Write in)
>Call an Employee in (Who?)
>Leave the office.
>End the workday (Enters Downtime/Upgrade phase)

(Sleeping schedule is a mess, hopefully we can get back on track now.)
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LIVING

>Play Nice and Quiet in Velvet's cell. See if that does anything for the flames. Standing Order: Whoever works on Velvet must equip the Salty Bathrobe as protective gear before entering. Return it when finished.
>Assign Employees A and I to Observe Last Shot. Employee I shall protect A and establish the interaction as "authorized by the Administrator and overseen by Security." Ask the sub-Anomalies (meat soldiers/previous Sec) about their circumstances and what they remember of the past and their identities. Ask about their Sec. Head (Last Shot). Equip Stab-Proof Vests; A must return it after the order ends.
>Assign Employee U to Appease Future. Ask him about what he actually wants to do and about suppressing his "desires." Ask him if he would be interested in Cross-Testing with Velvet--note her last comment on "Such a disgrace this world and I have become."
>Assign Gamma to Bond with RBA. Discuss what you saw out there with him and what had Delta so pissed.

Someone come up with orders for Sirocco and Star, please.

INANIMATE

>Assign W to Observe Chattering Lack.
>Assign X to Bond with Fortune. Standing Order: Try and be polite to it if you want better chances at a good fortune. Seriously. It has a personality. If you think this is a joke, read the damn backlogs and remind yourself it's an Anomaly.
>Assign V to Nurture Art of Flesh. Warn him of what he might see. If necessary, blindfold himself and ask Flesh to describe the techniques he's using.

MISC
>S, use a Trauma Kit to get Kor stabilized and have T help get him transported into the medbay. Stick him in the surgery machine if necessary.
>E, N, use what you need to stabilize D-5UH4 and Delta. Tell the injured that they're both valuable idiots and to avoid getting themselves killed unless ordered otherwise, damnit.
>Test the Arid Dress on robots. Equip to O
and P.
>Assign X and Z to take any weapons and other dangerous things (like that IED) from the 3rd Floor Storage and stick it in the 1st Floor Storage until the Invasion blows over. Assign Alpha and Y to keep an eye on them (mostly Z).
>Call in Agent K for an interview. Ask her about any particular skills, past work experience, preferred weapon, etc. Discuss how she came here.
>Have the Detective examine the weird substances we found in 3rd Floor Storage.

Will add more Miscs later (mostly equipping gear in preparation for the Invasion).
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>>5152498
>Crosstest: get Star to perform for Sirocco.
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>>5152405
>It is not safe out here. Stay with me. Be my guardian, I must be protected at all costs.
>SACREDFIRE
I think we should crosstest Velvet and Future. Two skeletons, one needing to protect and one needing a protector, one a knight in shining armor and one a fair lady (or at least, before whatever happened to her). It fits together so well I'm uncertain if it's too good to work.
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>>5152511
Living
>D, O, Appease Velvet, D wearing the Salty Bathrobe
>A, X, to Observe Shot. Zero to provide Authority with her Presence if it becomes necessary.
>Admin and U to Bond with Future, ask if it wants to help us with out with the Third Floor intruder
Best keep him occupied with positive goal, idle hands and all that.
>L and R, Bond with Siro. I'm trusting you L, don't let me down or get hurt again.
Saving the daddy question until M is rested up and coherent.
>Gamma, Bond RBA. Ask him what he wanted to talk to Delta about.
>H and P, Bond with Star. Preform a magic trick with the Arid Dress, with P being the assistant. Tell H about the Arid Dress properties, but to keep P ignorant. Tell H to pull out his showmanship for this trick and ensuring comedy.
I'm definitely interested in how this will play out!
Inanimate
>Alpha, Beta, Nurture Fortune. Ask him about the effects on the ETF as of recently, and a question of your choice.
Figure it would be a nice relaxing job for them to decompress on.
>K, Observe Sense after her bath.
We should Appease Sense after this, ask him how he want his room decorated.
>D-C4, D-W0, tell them to assist Art. Also tell Art that they are to help him cook, not be cooked themselves.

Misc
>U, assist the healing with GWIT if needed, grab an assistant if you need to.
>E, S, N, triage the wounded. Use what you need to prevent them from dying.
>Post AK and I on the Third Floor, and have them arm and armor themselves appropriately.
>Have the Detective investigate Shot's meat
>Take a bath with K
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>>5152536
I don't mind this crosstest either, we can have >>5153304's Star and Siro work orders next hour.

We should also figure out which valuable employee we want to send for refinement work as well.

>>5152543
I had the same thought, but we should do that next hour, when Future agrees to go down to the Third Floor and after we ask her how she wants to be Appeased.
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>>5152498

LIVING:
>>5152511
If you want to ask all the questions and talk to Shot, I think that's closer to Bonding, though whatever you call it I'm game.
It might be better to swap A out, as he's exhausted after dealing with Velvet. If not, he definitely needs an hour or two off after.

>H and P, Bond with Star. Preform a magic trick with the Arid Dress, with P being the assistant. Tell H about the Arid Dress properties, but to keep P ignorant. Tell H to pull out his showmanship for this trick and ensuring comedy.
Sounds like fun.

>L and R, Bond with Siro. I'm trusting you L, don't let me down or get hurt again.

INANIMATE:
>Fortune: Cross-Test with Sense by bringing Sense into Fortune's cell.

>D-C4, D-W0, tell them to assist Art. Also tell Art that they are to help him cook, not be cooked themselves.

>Sense: Cross Test with Fortune by bringing Sense into Fortune's cell.

MISC:
>E, N, use what you need to stabilize Kor and Delta.
>Test the Arid Dress on robots. Whoever is free.
>Check on the wheeled-ball-thing. Where is it and what's it doing?
>Ask whoever was involved in recovery of Velvet (Beta?) about why they brought a bunch of ash back.
>Ask Gamma about the locked briefcase
>Have C-0RA/ourselves look into the history of controversial TV broadcasts, if anything can be found.
It's a long shot, but it might give us a clue into Sense's origins.
>Send 1x bag of Mystery Meat off to the guys that can make items with them.
>Shuffle the defense plans to focus on the third floor.
As part of this, possibly announce to the meat soldiers the high risk of an invasion in the near future.
>Have G2 try to talk to one of the meat soldiers, alone if possible.
Have him do his usual, but also fish a little for more about the soldiers as a whole. As they're on the third, make sure he's got an escort, possibly Spike.

So I'm thinking that tournament might should be held in Sense's cell. At least one of the rounds, see if it results in anything.

>>5152543
Fortune's comments last hour suggest he may not look on her favorably. If we go this route, we should ask his opinion before commiting.
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>>5153520
>If we go this route, we should ask his opinion before committing.
That's fair.

>>5152446
>Ash doesn't burn, so it could be used as a really crappy fire suppression. I'm wondering if it's the burned remained of something they though might be significant to Velvet for some reason.
The ash was from Gamma's interlude, remember? He threw it to stop the light of the fake sun.
>Unfortunately, that's really useful for dealing with Sirocco. The female variant is basically useless to us though.
Could have more aspects to it that we haven't seen yet,

>>5152416
>Kor: Some guy that Delta keeps babbling about.
Did... Did RBA convert Delta to Christianity?

>>5152407
I don't know about you guys, but I really haven't trusted Fortune for a while now. There's no such thing as a purely beneficial anomaly, and him asking us to possibly kill a valued employee is I think just the first sign that he's going to break our back on the wheel of fate.
Are we sure the coins are the price for his fortunes?
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>>5152498
LIVING
>Play Nice and Quiet in Velvet's cell. See if that does anything for the flames. Standing Order: Whoever works on Velvet must equip the Salty Bathrobe as protective gear before entering. Return it when finished.
>Assign Employees D and I to Observe Last Shot. Employee I shall protect D and establish the interaction as "authorized by the Administrator and overseen by Security." Ask the sub-Anomalies (meat soldiers/previous Sec) about their circumstances and what they remember of the past and their identities. Ask about their Sec. Head (Last Shot). Equip Stab-Proof Vests; D must return it after the order ends.
I want to send the Cluwne in with Last Shot one of these days.
>Assign Employee U to Appease Future. Ask him about what he actually wants to do and about suppressing his "desires." Ask him if he would be interested in Cross-Testing with Velvet, or assisting us in the upcoming invasion
>Assign Gamma to Bond with RBA. He seems (slightly) less in the mood to fight today. Anything he wants to say?
>Crosstest: get Star to perform for Sirocco.

INANIMATE
>Fortune: Cross-Test with Sense by bringing Sense into Fortune's cell. If nothing happens just being in the same room, place them directly in contact with each other.
Judging by the working notes we might want to try having a disposable cage match in the same room with Sense, see if that does anything. Not until after the invasion though, need as many people as possible in good shape.
>V, Observe Art as he cooks, assisting him if necessary. If you can, talk to him about why he thinks all meat is the same in the end. After all, depending on the lifestyle of what it's taken from, meat can have vastly different texture, marbling, and flavor among other things.
I think changing how Art thinks about meat is key to changing how he thinks about everything.

MISC
>S, use a Trauma Kit to get Kor stabilized and have T help get him transported into the medbay. Stick him in the surgery machine if necessary.
>E, N, use what you need to stabilize D-5UH4 and Delta. Tell the injured that they're both valuable idiots and to avoid getting themselves killed unless ordered otherwise, damnit.
>Post AK and I on the Third Floor, and have them arm and armor themselves appropriately.
>Have the Detective investigate Shot's meat
>Ask Gamma about the locked briefcase
>Test the Arid Dress on robots. Whoever is free.
>Have C-0RA/ourselves look into the history of controversial TV broadcasts, if anything can be found.
>Have a disposable examine the bag of mushrooms. Are they edible? Hallucinogenic? If they fall asleep during the process, ask them if they dreamed about anything in particular.
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>>5154104
>I don't know about you guys, but I really haven't trusted Fortune for a while now.

I think it's best to trust him on this, he hasn't led us astray beforehand. We can ask Fortune which valued employees are the least likely to be killed or excessively damaged, and if it's too destructive on our valued employees we can alway object to the demand and take our lumps instead. Remember, I'll only listen to Fortune insofar as it doesn't harm or damage our employees, if that's gonna happen then I'd be forced to reject this current fortune and try to Delay Fate with GWIT.

>>5154105
You doing the Fortune-Sense crosstest wrong. You need an employee to interact with both at the same time. I suggest Alpha and E, for their bonus with interacting with mechanical anomalies in the first place.

Unrelated, would Sense pair well with Art, given Sense's thirst for blood and violence and Art maybe appreciate watching a cooking show while working?

Also, I oppose the disposable getting high on shrooms. Those are our mushrooms damnit, clearly we're meant to have a Spirit Walk Dream with those!
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>>5152498
LIVING
>Assign U to Bond with Future. Ask it what it means by its worse self, which anomaly he sensed that from, how we can help it suppress its "desires", and if it wants to cross-test with Velvet.
We keep working U a fuckton these days, and I want to work our androids more... but I dunno if Future would be up for that. Would that be something worth doing later?
NOTE: We should ask him what he means by "the corruption in this cursed facility" later.
>Assign ETF Gamma to Bond with Red Blooded American. Talk to it about what had Delta so seething mad, what they did out there in the Wastes, and so on. They both have a mutual friend in this.
Some nice times for both of them.
>Assign Ranger Zero to Bond with Sirocco. Ask her about her father, talk about your own father first. Knowing even Rangers can have problems like she did/does could help her mature, but info on her father is necessary.
Pursue the lead the Detective presented us.
>Assign H and P to Bond with Star. Perform a magic trick with the Arid Dress, with P being the assistant. Tell H about the Arid Dress properties beforehand, but order him to keep P ignorant. Tell H to pull out his showmanship for this trick and ensuring comedy.
Do it faggot
>Assign D and I to Observe with Shot. Employee I shall protect D and establish the interaction as "authorized by the Administrator and overseen by Security." Ask the sub-Anomalies (meat soldiers/previous Sec) about their circumstances and what they remember of the past and their identities. Ask about their Sec. Head (Last Shot). Equip Stab-Proof Vests; D must return it after the order ends.
This is good
>Assign W to Appease with Velvet. Clean their cell. Behave very politely and with extreme courtesy. Do NOT use swears or foul language.
W seems good for working Velvet

INANIMATE
>Assign V to Nurture with Art of Flesh. Warn him of what he might see. If necessary, blindfold himself and ask Flesh to describe the techniques he's using.
This is safer for V
>Cross-Test Fortune for a Price with Chattering Lack of Common Sense, with Y and Z assisting. Place the two facing each other with some space between them (TV needs space to be watched), place a coin into Fortune, turn Chattering on, then press the button on Fortune. Leave the room and wait.
Y is the director android, Z is the loudmouth big ego android. Let's see how they handle things.
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>>5152498
>>5154372
MISC
>Take the extracted meat from Shot to the autodoc and see if the biomass can help without having any bad conversion side effects.
Do this fast as fuck with whoever is available that isn't doing other things or works. Use it all up if they need it in medbay, we can always extract more for cross-testing later.
>Have E, S, N, C, and T transport 5UH4, Delta, and Kor to medbay and get them the medical treatment they need. Triage the fuck out of them. Stabilize them ASAP. Use the autodoc with Shot's meat as well if necessary. Those injuries seem like they need the big guns for healing.
This is priority right now!
>Message Null and ask her what got her feeling so guilty. What happened out there?
>Message Beta and ask him what happened out in the Wastes to get him feeling so bad.
>Call in Agent K for an interview. Ask her about any particular skills, past work experience, preferred weapon, etc. Discuss how she came here.
>Test the Arid Dress on robots. Employee O for female androids, employee O2 for male androids.
>Test the Arid Dress on nonhumans. Employee R for female dogs.
Employee P is NOT a dog, despite bein' nuthin' but a hound dog.
>Have Employee A take a rest, he deserves it.
>Standing Order: Whoever works on Velvet must equip the Salty Bathrobe as protective gear before entering. Return it when finished.
>Standing Order: Try and be polite to Fortune if you want better chances at a good fortune. Seriously. It has a personality. If you think this is a joke, read the damn backlogs and remind yourself it's an Anomaly.
>Assign B2 and S2 to take any weapons and other dangerous things (like that IED) from the 3rd Floor Storage and stick it in the 1st Floor Storage until the Invasion blows over. Assign Alpha and L to keep an eye on them.
Oh shit it's the clown and salesman combo again. Alpha to keep his eyes on Spamton, L to keep her eyes on the clown.
>Check on the wheeled ball thing. Where is it and what's it doing?
Officer Beepsky, the hero the station/facility needs... but is he the one they deserve?
>Have C-0RA look into the history of controversial TV broadcasts, if anything can be found
I doubt the invasion will happen right now
>Shuffle the defense plans to focus on the third floor. Announce to the meat soldiers the high risk of an invasion in the near future. Describe to them the characteristics of the Neon Slasher that Chattering gave
>Have G2 try to talk to one of the meat soldiers, alone if possible.
>Post AK and I on the Third Floor, and have them arm and armor themselves appropriately
>Message K about that bath.
>Take the bath with K.

We do
>Ask Gamma about the locked briefcase
AFTER this hour, because he'll be working on RBA
At some point I want to
>Give B2 the Cluwne an empty unused room, the clown vomit paint, and tell him to go nuts and he earned it.
After he does something really good or worthwhile. Sending him to do work on Star could help, because clowns are performers like stage magicians.
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>>5152511
>>5152536
>>5152543
>>5153304
>>5153316
>>5153520
>>5154104
>>5154105
>>5154125
Reminder:
>Adama nods. "Good luck, uh, me. You know, would it be weird if we fuc-"
Literally thought the exact same thing we did. The waifu decision will have to happen someday, sometime...
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>>5154431
>Waifuing an employee in not!LobCorp
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>>5154489
Admin is in his early-mid 40s. He needs somebody before he dies and/or transcends
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>Spamton VS C-0RA
Winner gets Two Minutes on the Intercom
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>>5155157
Who will win?

Say who and the reason you picked them
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>>5155157
>>5155160
Spamton. He's the Big Shot on Campus.
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>>5152170
adama's a blast honestly
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Quick check up on work orders. Here's the ones that win out

>Play Nice and Quiet in Velvet's cell (bSt, U5s, MDY vs UAi and Vr8
>U, Appease Future (MDY, U5s, BsT vs UAi and Vr8)
>Gamma, Bond with RBA (Unanimous)
>L and R, Bond with Siro (UAi, U5s vs Vr8 and MDY, who had two different work orders, so L and R was the only one with any majority)
>Sense and Fortune crosstest (U5s, MDY, Vr8 vs UAi and BsT)
>H and P, Bond with Star (UAi, U5s, Vr8 vs MDY)
>Miscs that don't conflict with each other as per usual

Now, we have two major ties

What do with Art of Flesh?
>Have the D-C4 and D-W0 help Art do the dirty work (You have a feeling both would enjoy it.)
>Have V Nurture from him and ask Flesh about the techniques he's using (may horrify him and improve his chef trait)

Most seem to agree on the "badgering Shot with questions" route, it's the employees we gotta figure out. Who do you want to send in with I (Mind you, it's closer to Bond than anything)
>D
>A
>Someone else (Who?)

And this one hardly matters but what do with the mushrooms?
>Make a D-Class eat them
>Stuff it into the Detective to ANALYZE
>Send them off to C-Company to see if they'll take it
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>>5155667
>Have V Nurture from him and ask Flesh about the techniques he's using (may horrify him and improve his chef trait)
V needs to git gud
>D
A needs to rest after Velvet turned up the heat on him
>Stuff it into the Detective to ANALYZE
What were these mushrooms from again?
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>>5155709
"Bag filled to the brim with mold and fungus, labeled "DREAM AWAY""

It's one of the three leftover mystery byproduts you found in the third floor storage room.
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>>5155667
>Have the D-C4 and D-W0 help Art do the dirty work (You have a feeling both would enjoy it.)
I ain't intentionally traumatizing employees.
>Null and Zero
A and D's main strength is Observation. If the questions are more of a Bonding order, then it's best to have ETF Null and Ranger Zero Bond with him than people with shitty Bonding skills.
>Take them ourselves after the shift ends.
All of those seem like sharing our magical mushrooms. Those drugs are ours damnit! I want that Spirit Walk after the shift!
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>>5155667
>Have V Nurture from him and ask Flesh about the techniques he's using (may horrify him and improve his chef trait)
Grow some chest hair, bucko.
>Null and I
If it's Bond, it's Bond. Still doesn't make sense to me that trying to learn more about an Anomaly isn't considered an Observe work, but alright.
>Stuff it into the Detective to ANALYZE
Do not eat the psilocybins. This is a [No Fun Zone].
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>>5155667
>Have V Nurture from him and ask Flesh about the techniques he's using (may horrify him and improve his chef trait)
>D
>Stuff it into the Detective to ANALYZE
Better safe than sorry. We can still probably eat them after the shift if they are magic mushrooms.

>>5154431
I'm an E purist through and through
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>>5155803
"Observe - This work entails analyzing and studying an anomaly to see how it reacts to new stimuli that doesn't fall underneath any of the other works, such as noise or human/android/etc presence. Without further instruction, the employee will focus on writing down notes on the anomaly."
"Bonding - Equivalent to Attachment. This work entails attempting to satisfy the social needs and desires of an anomaly and to encourage a relationship."

Observe is a more detached, "see how the anomaly reacts to a robot milling around" or "see how the anomaly reacts to smooth jazz playing on the MP4" work order. Like watching Velvet react to N&Q or seeing what happens when you put a dead body in an anomaly's room. Or watching Chattering's new TV show or Star's show.

Prying into an anomaly's past and asking them a lot of questions is a lot more direct and a lot more, well, social? It goes from being an observer to directly interacting with it. I'm willing to concede on this if the others think it's a stupid distinction, but I don't want the work orders to be too loose and fluid.
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>>5155667
>Have the D-C4 and D-W0 help Art do the dirty work (You have a feeling both would enjoy it.)
No point in traumatizing poor V


>Someone Else
>H or L
A was pretty wiped at the end of last hour. D is technically fine, but H and L have Bond +1.


>Stuff it into the Detective to ANALYZE

>>5155836
Nah, you've totally got it right here. Observe is largely passive. That's its defining feature.
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>>5155867
H and L are also otherwise occupied with other Work Orders. Null and Zero have bonuses to Bonding as well, and Shot will probably react better to Security Personnel anyway.
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(sorry for the delay. I'll try posting every two days from here on out.)

>Have E, S, N, C, and T transport 5UH4, Delta, and Kor to medbay and get them the medical treatment they need. Triage the fuck out of them. Stabilize them ASAP. Use the autodoc with Shot's meat as well if necessary. Those injuries seem like they need the big guns for healing.
You scramble to send out as many messages to as many useful people as you can possibly send to. Shit, you don't want your rating to tank too much, and losing valuable employees now would sting.

The medbay is a mess, to be honest. The two nurses and the three people assisting are trying their best to keep the three from bleeding out. Kor's already been stuffed into the Autodoc (with T pouring in some of Shot's meat into a compartment on the side of it), while the other two are getting treated normally.

The nurses have their hands full trying to keep the injured from getting worse. You feel like fthis isn't going to be the last time this shift.

It's going to take a hour to get any reports back but if you had to guess? Delta and 5UH4 are gonna be fine, if still injured, once treatment has stopped. Kor doesn't have the same muscle and toughness as the other two, though.

You can only hope the autodoc and the shot meat does its magic.
>-1 Trauma Kit, -1 use on a Medkit
>-1 Shot Meat

>Message Null and ask her what got her feeling so guilty. What happened out there?
Administrator --> Null

ADMINISTATOR: It's not a stretch to say you were in a pretty bad mood this morning. What happened out there?
ENTRYNOTFOUND: Thank you for the concern, sir, but I don't want to burden you.
ADMINISTATOR: Look. Despite what it might seem, I do care about my employees. I won't force you, though.
ADMINISTATOR: Alright? I don't want to be like my previous boss.
ENTRYNOTFOUND: Let's get the obvious out of the way. None of us are innocent. Not the anomalies, not the regular employees, and especially not ETF agents.
ENTRYNOTFOUND: You learn to forget that, though. Else you dwell on something you can't fix or change.
ENTRYNOTFOUND: Something I found out there made me remember that. A towering, three headed beast. A mockery of justice. Carrying an axe, scales, and a hammer.
ENTRYNOTFOUND: It raised its scales at me. Before I could duck behind cover or call for help, it spoke. Spoke things that I don't want to share.
ENTRYNOTFOUND: What I did to get my burns. The reason I'm not 'official". It spoke about every sin I have committed.
ENTRYNOTFOUND: I knew it would lop my head off if I didn't strike first. Even if it was to survive, I still regret stabbing it.
ENTRYNOTFOUND: I'm not sure why. I knew it would've slaughtered me otherwise.
ENTRYNOTFOUND: Then I forced it into the containment cube. I don't know where it went or who we sent it to. It's better that way.
ADMINISTATOR: Well, whatever you did, you're still a valued employee. I wouldn't worry too much about what an anomaly says.
ENTRYNOTFOUND: If you say so.
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>Message Beta and ask him what happened out in the Wastes to get him feeling so bad.
>Ask whoever was involved in recovery of Velvet about why they brought a bunch of ash back.
Administrator --> Beta
ADMINISTATOR: I have two questions for you, if you don't mind.
ETF-β: Yeah. Make it quick, sir.
ADMINISTATOR: One, were you the one involved in the recovery of the new anomaly? I noticed there were some bags of ash you brought back.
ETF-β: Yes. I was. One of those was from the recovery site, another was brought back by Gamma.
ETF-β: Thought there might've been something left in the ash. Turns out there wasn't. Brought back as a potential item to use on Velvet.
ADMINISTATOR: Right. Speaking about Velvet, what happened out there? Your morale has been recorded at a low level.
ETF-β: Do you know how fucking obnoxious is to try capturing an anomaly which constantly tries setting you on fire?
ETF-β: It kept crying about me being "low-class trash" and that I shouldn't get any closer.
ETF-β: I already had to deal with Alpha vomiting his organs out after he inhaled too much anomaly dust, I didn't want to deal with any more bullshit.
ETF-β: I'm sorry for my outburst, sir. There was just a lot on my plate last night. I'll try my best to work for you.
ADMINISTATOR: Fair enough. Take it easy.

>Ask Gamma about the locked briefcase
Administrator --> Gamma
ADMINISTATOR: So. We have a locked briefcase. It had your name in it. Let's get to the point.
ETF-γ: Yeah. I stole it from an anomaly.
ETF-γ: It was some stuffy rich dude. Kinda hard to remember what he looked like. "Pitch black" is all I can remember.
ETF-γ: He tried to offer me $5,000, hidden in that suitcase, if I killed Delta on the spot and signed a contract with him.
ETF-γ: Of course, I took the suitcase and smacked him on the head with it.
ETF-γ: I have no clue what the code is. If I had to guess, it's probably a word that's important to it or me.
ETF-γ: Very vague but I can't give you a better answer.
ADMINISTATOR: Noted.

>Message K about that bath.
Administrator --> K

ADMINISTATOR: What exactly is up with you trying to get me to take a bath with you?
k8: whens the last time you've taken one
ADMINISTATOR: I.
ADMINISTATOR: Huh.
k8: do you even have a shower in your office
ADMINISTATOR: Well, no, but I could buy one later.
k8: you can see why i offered now.

>Check on the wheeled ball thing. Where is it and what's it doing?
The wheeled ball (which on closer examination is a modified security helmet with a cyborg arm welded to it and several sensors) is rolling around the second floor, blabbering about how D-Class are morally and legally subhumans.

It stops rolling around when Zero accidently bumps her foot against it.

"Woah. Sorry there, uh, Beepy." The Ranger points a finger gun at Beepsky. It is not amused.

"I AM THE LAW! DO NOT STOP THE LAW!" It waves its stun baton at her. It rolls over to where the elevator is.

"...Not one of E-Company's greatest."
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>Test the Arid Dress on robots and nonhumans. Employee O for female androids, employee O2 for male androids. Employee R for female dogs.
Time for some tests! You quickly gather the three employees necessary...and Presley. He doesn't have to be there but hey. He ain't nothing but a hound dog (snrk).

Opal is the one who gets tossed the dress first, putting it on without much fuss. You wait for a few moments and, well, the only noteworthy change is that she has a dress on. O2 does the same and, well, again. No noteworthy changes.

Then you try it out on Roxy. You do note a slight change in here, though (outside of the ridiculous concept of a dog stuffed in a dress). She looks a little bit more...coyote-like than anything? Darker fur, narrower snout, but still very much a corgi.

>Aspect (Dog) Revealed! (rolls d6s instead of d4s, Presence+)

Other than that, the rest is an utter bust.

>Have Employee A take a rest, he deserves it.
He's already doing that, thankfully. He's busy kicking back in the break room, drinking beers and listening to some tunes on the jukebox.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6CwvfBScTo

Smooth...

>Take any weapons or other dangerous things (like that IED) from the 3rd Floor Storage and stick it in the 1st Floor Storage until the Invasion blows over.
Send in the clowns. There's a lot of bullshit to carry out of there so you decide to send in B2, S2, X, and Z to carry all of the junk while Alpha, L, and Y watch over them.

"NOW LISTEN HERE YOU DAMN [[CLOWN AROUND TOWN]]! THIS IS [[CLASSIFIED WEAPONRY]]! TREAT THEM WITH [[With all due respect, I do not care]]!"

The cluwne merely pulls out a bike horn and honks it at the android's face. "BITE ME, BITE ME!"

"FATHER ABOVE THIS IS AWFUL." Zayne shouts out. Why the fuck does this asshole have to yell so loudly all the time? "LET'S JUST HURRY UP ALREADY!"

"Agreed." Employee X nods.

The people watching over the horde don't really say anything but it's obvious they're annoyed at the shouty fucks.

>Shuffle the defense plans to focus on the third floor. Announce to the meat soldiers the high risk of an invasion in the near future. Describe to them the characteristics of the Neon Slasher.

Meanwhile, you organize a defense force at the third floor with your available main fighters (AK, R0, Isabelle, Felix, Jack), aimed to the teeth with all of the weapons they could get.

You tap your microphone. "Attention, meat soldiers. An intruder will attempt to break through the third floor. He is known to have a kill count of over two hundred people."

"Beware of salt, neon signs, bright lights, or creatures with carapaces."

You shouldn't expect them to be as reliable as your employees but they should help.
>If an intruder invades the Third Floor, you may attempt to order the Meat Horde to fire. If successful, they will fire a massive amount of suppressive fire. Otherwise, only a few will fire.
>Regardless, they will take a round or two to reload.
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>Regardless, they will take a round or two to reload.

>Have G2 try to talk to one of the meat soldiers, alone if possible.
G2 sits down with one of the more social soldiers, with Spike standing as guard. You decide to listen into some of it before doing some other things.

G2: How does it exactly feel to be a part of a whole collective?
MEAT: Well. It's hard to remember a time when I wasn't part of it, really.
G2: You used to be a member of this facility's security, correct? Do you remember any of that?
MEAT: Correct. It's a blur to me, really. I remember bleeding out on the ground because the boss didn't buy weapons. Focused on sending as much of it to Corporate as possible.
MEAT: I knew that the Sarg was contained here, so I thought...might as well survive. Even if I'm not me anymore.
G2: Were the others like that? How long ago was it?
MEAT: Oh, no no, most of those guys were stabbed by a tendril and slowly turned into what they are.
MEAT: And, like, twenty years ago? Years stop meaning anything after a while.
G2: Duly noted. Do you feel like yourself anymore? Do you have a name?
MEAT: Ha. Thinking in such singular terms is hard. I'm just part of the platoon. It's better that way, really.

The conversation goes on but you still have some other things to do. You'll badger G2 about the rest later.

>Have C-0RA/ourselves look into the history of controversial TV broadcasts, if anything can be found.
C-0RA is still busy keeping an eye out on the third floor intruder, you decide to check out what you could find on "controversial TV broadcasts". Your console can barely access external databases but you try your best to piece something together.

There have been dozens of controversial TV broadcasts. A good chunk of which were insults against the ruling Company at the time, a handful involved anomalous cognitohazards, and another chunk were just poorly timed stunts by A-Company (or N-Company, oddly enough)

You managed to find something a bit similar to the broadcast shown last hour. While none are a 1:1 match, there have been reports of random and bizarre acts of violence done on live television.

Mostly on talkshows and news broadcasts, you note. You can't find any names that are unredacted but there is a phrase that stands out to you. "Going for a new record today" or "Looking to reach a new record" were said often by the culprits. A record for what, though? It's never clarified.

>Take the bath with K
With a LOT of hesitation, you decide to humor taking a bath with a fellow employee. You need a wash anyways, considering the crusted over tar on your arm and mouth.

S-4M merely just stares at you with a look of "really, sir?"

Keeping your arm covered, you head over to the first floor dorms. The employees you past by are slowly getting more used to your...condition but you can tell that frequent trips outside probably isn't gonna help their morale. Oh well.
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The dorms are an utter mess, as they usually are. It's a very simple arrangement of cheaply made beds with paper thin sheets and pillows. Clothes and personal belongs are scattered all over their respective beds.

You find the door to the showers room tucked away in a small corner. Hm. Doesn't seem like they have separate ones for each gender.

You decide to enter, staying clothed for now. It's a very simple arrangement in here, with shower heads lining the walls and a wall dividing the room in half. Presumably to keep the two sexes away from each other.

And that's when you notice Kate standing on what you assume to be the male's side. You instantly look away. yeahshesnotwearinganything. Just a lot of pale skin exposed to the world. you note her chest is well endowed

"Sir. Why are you embarrassed?" Her deadpan voice echoes through the room. "It would be weird if I was wearing something. I don't want my clothes wet."

I mean, strictly speaking, she isn't wrong but that doesn't stop you blushing like a nervous schoolboy. With a lot of hesitation, you toss aside your clothes away and join her.

You keep your eyes away from her and at the door, hoping to whatever gods there are that no one walks in to see this. The water is fucking frigid too, when the fuck was the last time this place had a water heater? But it does feel nice to get clean.

"Isn't that better, sir? Hygiene is important." Kate hums a disjointed, off-tune song to herself as she cleans herself off. It's hard to tell if she's being innocent here or actively fucking with your head.

You go to grab a bar of soap to get this over with when you feel Kate grabbing it for you. Followed by her pushing herself closer to you and Oh. okayyeahthatssomethingsoftonyourback

Freezing up from THAT moreso than the water, you stand there like a deer in the headlights as Kate takes her time helping wash your body with the soap bar. You never exactly expected this to happen but fuck it, might as well roll with the punches as they say.

The whole thing is done in a few minutes but it felt infinitely longer than that. Ignoring the embarrassing part of that whole exchange, you feel a lot cleaner now. Seems like this Nurture work on you wasn't half bad.

Before you grab your clothes and leave to the safety of your office, Kate leans over and whispers into your ear. "Free feel to join me any time you want, sir." Your body shivers. She made it sound like less of an offer and more of an outright demand or threat.

You quickly put on your clothes and get the hell out of there before this gets even weirder. Kate follows behind, now actually wearing her outfit. The pale skinned, black-haired girl looks at you. Her usually deadpan expression cracks open a bizarre intimidation of a smirk for a split second before sealing back up.

Thank god the showers don't have cameras installed. You would've known if they did.
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>Call in Agent K for an interview. Ask her about any particular skills, past work experience, preferred weapon, etc.
You decide to call in Agent K before the invasion happens. S-4M couldn't exactly tell what you did in the showers but he still looks concerned.

The agent comes in through the airlock, opening with the permission of S-4M. You decide to stand up to greet her, towering over her.

"Good morning, Agent K. Mind if I ask you some quick questions?"

The agent scoffs at you. Almost amused by how you look, but not in the way you expect. "You remind me of my previous boss in a way. Go ahead, though."

"Well, what skills do you have? I hired you because you were from a 'different city', after all."

With a flick of her wrist, she lights the cig in her mouth. "I had a title but you don't care about that. Let's just say I was one of the strongest Agents out there. Fought ALEPHs and BETs all the time by myself."

"Suppose I'm also good at wrangling disobedient retards. But you already have a HoS for that, even if she's sleeping."

"Duly noted, if very cocky sounding. Your past work experience?"

"Did odd jobs and anomaly extraction for a decade or two now. Managed the facility as a disciplinary head too. Chased after a coffee loving nitwit for another two years." She shrugs, stating everything matter-of-factly.

"Uh huh. What's your preferred weapon? We have a lot in stock, so we tend to let employees pick and choose. Unless it's a PARADIGM, usually." You mark down her answers on a nearby sheet of paper.

"Swords."

"Swords?"
"Swords."
"I mean we got a sword but are you rel-"

Her eyes brighten for a second. "Pft. Trust me, I've dealt with...what do you call them again? PARADIGMS? Yeah. I've spent years messing with them. I can handle a copy of one fine enough."

You can't tell if she's being cocky or serious right then. "Noted. Anything else noteworthy you want to say?"

She nods. "You're too soft with your anomalies. I've read the logs, you damn near coddle these things like actual children. Why is that? Back where I came from, you would Repress them without even questioning it."

You merely shrug. "If it's not necessary, then I don't do it. We have other ways of keeping them in line, usually." Though you feel like you are missing out on certain PARADIGMs by doing so.

She shakes her head. "Sir, your employees need to get used to suppressing them. Killing them needs to be as natural as breathing to you." Wait, killing?.

"Kill? Why would I kill a valuable energy asset?"

"Eh? Anomalies can't die for good. Isn't this basic knowledge?"

"No? As far as I know you can destroy them just fine. Not that we've tried, mind you."

"Hm. Maybe you should try." She blows smoke into your eyes before putting the cigarette out on your desk. You can't stop yourself from gagging on the smoke. "That's all I have to say."

She leaves. Well then, what a weird woman. Are you just misinformed or is this some weird City difference?
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>Play Nice and Quiet in Velvet's cell
You honestly don't want to make another employee deal with this anomaly right now. With a quick edit to the anomaly's file requiring wearing the Salty Bathrobe if you're working on it, you push a few buttons.

Nice and Quiet begins to play inside of the containment cell.
The anomaly raises its head up in the direction of the sudden noise.
ANOMALY: ...This is acceptable. Trashy but acceptable.
The anomaly looks back at the floor it is slowly scorching and warping.
The flames dim a little bit, making the room less of a walk-in oven.
ANOMALY: Tolerable. Hopefully, the host doesn't play it for too long.
No matter how long you watch, it doesn't seem to be falling asleep any time soon.
A live performance is more fitting for my status.

>V, Nurture Art of Flesh. Be warned that it's gonna be grizzly. Ask him about the techniques he's using
Yeah, you can already tell this kid is reluctant to do this, but he's certainly the order-obeying type. He ties his tie around his eyes before going in.

The room is soaked with blood. The chef is chopping the corpse to pieces.
Employee V gags when he smells the freshly spilled blood and gore.
V: Ugh...
Art of Flesh snaps its head to stare at the newcomer.
ANOMALY: Come closer. You have much to learn, child.
V: Wait, were you expecting me?
ANOMALY: Yes. It is in your nature to learn. Do not mind the smell. You will get used to it.
Employee V kneels down in front of the corpse. He can barely hold in his vomit.
ANOMALY: Keep your stomach in control. DO NOT TAINT THE MEAT!
ANOMALY: Now. The meat is similar to that of pork, focus on the belly, shoulder, or butt. You know how to cook bacon?
V: U-uh, yes. Yeah, yeah, why?
ANOMALY: Take off your blindfold. We shall start cooking some bacon tonight.
Employee V hesitates. With some gentle encouragement of being locked in with an anomaly that could gut him, he takes it off.
Once he looks at the decapacitated body, all he can do is stare at it in horror.
V: That's. thatsapersonohgodfuckfuck.
ANOMALY: No time for panicking. Cook.
The anomaly kicks over a kitchen knife towards the quickly falling apart chef. The only thing V can do is grab it.
V: Cook. Yeah, yeah, cook! CookfatherhelpmethatsahumanbodyFUCKFUCK.
The two begin to cook some long pork bacon. The android seems a lot calmer and rational when explaining how to properly cook it.
A master must train an apprentice. An apprentice should respect his master's wishes.
You look away to calm your nerves. When you look back, the two have prepared several dishes.
ANOMALY: Good job. You have potential. Moreso than Adam ever had.
V: Uhhuhyeah.
Employee V stands up and exits the containment cell.

The training chef falls to his knees, eyes dulled. Yet you can see a glimmer of experience forming within him.
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It doesn't take a morale analyzer to know Vincent is not in a state to do much of anything right now. Poor kid.

>U, Appease Future
The priest looks oddly relieved to be assigned to this anomaly. Huh. Maybe he just need something easy to recover his willpower.

Another quiet moment to self reflect. Another moment to repent.
The knight jumps in place when he sees the priest approaching him.
ANOMALY: Oh. Oh, it's you. It's been a while, hasn't it?
U: It's been a day.
U: So! I've heard that you've been looking for a way to suppress those "desires" of yours.
ANOMALY: You are correct, unfortunately.
U: It is human nature to have uncouth desires. Anomalies are no different. Your kind are far more direct with your desires.
U: What do you want to do? What do you seek to do to redeem yourself? We're willing to listen.
The knight lets out a raspy hiss.
ANOMALY: I just want to protect this facility. I am still not used to this body, I can not protect you all the time, but I'll protect you when it counts.
U: We might need your protection for something. Would you be willing to assist protect the third floor?
Without even waiting for the priest to finish, the skeleton nods his head wildly.
ANOMALY: Of course. I shall protect you no matter the cost to myself. I can not claim I can do it all the time, however.
ANOMALY: It's been a while since I have fought in a war proper.
U: Of course. You also said something of a worse self, did you not?
The knight pauses at this. A sore spot or a horrid reminder? He manages to regain his composure.
ANOMALY: Those desires, those emotions, that I experienced so recently still linger in this world. Even when suppressed from this...form.
ANOMALY: Without any hint of morality to tie it down. Without any semblance of what you humans would call "humanity". So bright. So very bright.
ANOMALY: It did not enter this facility. Be glad it didn't.
U: Lastly, there is another anomaly that had a similar...sentiment to what you might have? Something about how it and the world is a disgrace.
U: Would you be interested in interacting with it?
The knight pauses to give the best answer to that question. He stares at the floor, as if looking for something.
ANOMALY: ...If it was deemed necessary. I shall not leave this cell unless the situation gets foul, whether for you or me.
ANOMALY: Do as you will.
U: Of course.
With nothing else to ask, the priest does a clean sweep of the containment cell while keeping an eye on the knight.
For a moment, it nearly loses a grip on its own sword. But for now, the grip remains firm. It must remain firm.
Soon, the employee leaves the containment cell after the mostly clean room is cleaned spotless.

Why did that description he give sound familiar? That fuzzy dream that's leaking out of your head...you swear you saw something bright in there.
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>Gamma, Bond with RBA
Hey, a mutual friend, and Gamma is one of your best employees when it comes to Bond. He goes in there without much of a fuss.

The red demon is busy doing push ups on the gore-soaked floor.
Gamma sighs and snaps his fingers at the workout focused anomaly.
γ: Yo. Wanna chat real quick, I'm gonna make it snappy for the both of us.
γ: It's about Delta. He ain't doing too hot so I felt like you would be the second best thing.
This instantly grabs the attention of the demon, who promptly stops working out and sits down.
ANOMALY: Speak, freakshit. Whichever one you are.
You all look the same, in your fancy suits and ties. Disgusting.
γ: Cool. So, Delta came in here huffing and foaming at the mouth.
γ: Dude was furious at all of the talking he had to do with this one anomaly we had to get.
γ: A lotta legal shit, a lotta blabbing, and I'm 95% sure he wasn't joking when he said he couldn't read.
ANOMALY: Good. There are three things that every good American should hate. Commies, Lawyers, and Freakshits.
ANOMALY: Well, I suppose except for Delta. He's good enough to be one of us.
γ: Dude, he IS like you. Keeps spouting on about Jesus Christ and football and stuff like that.
The demon shows all of his amazingly sharp teeth. Both threatening and friendly at the same time.
ANOMALY: Heh! Of course he would believe in Christ. So much more believable than whatever nonsense you keep blabbering about.
ANOMALY: Glad to see he didn't let those money grubbing lawyer fucks rot his brain.
γ: Well, him being pissy kinda stopped him from talking to you.
γ: Speaking about that. Didn't you want to ask him something?
The demon's smile loses that friendly air to it and is now pretty much a toothy maw ready to bite down on something.
ANOMALY: Yea. I've been watching you freakshits all this time and I gotta say, I used to fucking loathe this place. Wanted to break out but all of this new nonsense distracted me from it.
ANOMALY: But now I'm...getting used to it. I still get into fights. I still get into wars. Yet I don't have to worry about anything.
ANOMALY: No job. No responsibilities. This is, well, just pure and utter carnage.
The anomaly hisses out something. Neither you or Gamma can make it out.
ANOMALY: I think I'm on the edge of something, you know? To become something far more fitting to pure and utter carnage.
γ: What's holding you back, man? We can try helping you out.
ANOMALY: I want to know that you freakshits deserve my might. I'll finally break out of here. I will rip that flimsy door open.
Gamma nervously laughs.
ANOMALY: Not now. But soon. And if you can stop me and put me back in this prison?
ANOMALY: Well, you might be worthy of my might.
γ: Duty noted! Riiight, I'm going to...talk to my boss about that, yeah.
Gamma slowly exits. The anomaly goes back to doing pushups.
A final test of might. May the strongest win.
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>L and R, Bond with Siro
Oh boy. The harvester carries the dog to the containment cell in question, with a gas mask snuggly adjusted onto the dog, while the harvester actually has protective equipment on.

The storm is too busy staring at the paint coating the walls and floor to notice the two entering.
You note it's actually shrunk a bit, like it's trying to avoid running too much of the paint.
ANOMALY: Pretty...
Employee L snorts at this cute display. She puts the dog on the floor.
L: Yo. Long time no see, sandy. Remember me?
The storm shifts at hearing Employee L's voice.
It's been so long since you came here. Can you let me out? I want to see outside...
ANOMALY: Oh! You're the one Moni said I hurt! Sorry! I really am!
It's very obvious from her tone of voice she's not.
L: Uh huh. Well, I'm here to let you play with the dog again. I also got a question to ask you.
ANOMALY: Oh! Sure! Give me a...
The storm twists to start catching after the dog. You gotta admit, Employee R keeping pace with a literal storm is impressive.
L: I thought raining cats and dogs was bad. Now we gotta deal with dogs blowing around?
ANOMALY: Hehehe! You're funny when you want to be!
L: Yeah, yeah. I get that a lot. I think I'm rusty though, gotta...DUST it off.
The two giggle at the stupid pun while the dog runs for her life.
L: So. About my question. Why do you like girls so much?
L: I mean. Girls are cute, I'll agree with you there, but it's weird that's the only thing we knew about you at first.
Mom? I'm scared. Why is dad yelling? Who's at the door?
I'm not letting you disappear again! Run! Hide! Go to the shelter!
ANOMALY: ...It's, uh.
The storm stops chasing after the dog, to the bewilderment of said dog.
ANOMALY: I just feel safer with girls. I'm a girl, you're a girl, there's no...you know.
ANOMALY: Nothing that can hurt me. I'm safe like this. This is how it shoudl be.
The harvester is shocked at the sudden shift of tone.
L: I imagine it's still boring staying in here with only a visit every hour.
ANOMALY: I mean, yeah! But I...
ANOMALY: I'm scared. I don't want to be put back in a tiny cube. At least there's room to play in here.
L: I can guess that's a bit of a sore spot. I'm sorry.
L: Look. How about I make it up to you? I got some berries planted, so I have some to spare.
She flicks one of the many reddish berries at the storm, who quickly eats it up.
L: Let's play a game. Try to catch the berries before they hit the ground! Roxy, you're playing too!
ANOMALY: Okay!
R: RUFF!
The rest of the time spent is here is playing this game Employee L made on the spot.
Soon, she runs out of berries. The mood is a lot lighter now after the game, though.
L: Six to Siro, Five to Roxy. That was fun!
L: I'll see you later!
ANOMALY: Yeah, yeah! That was fun!
The two employees exit the containment cell, leaving the storm by her lonesome yet again.
She goes back to staring at the paint.
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>Sense and Fortune crosstest.
You decide to have Y and Z be the ones to carry Sense (the more portable of the two) over to Fortune's containment cell, after another quick standing order edit.

The two androids drop the TV onto the table sitting in front of Fortune.
Y: Alright. I'll put in the coin and push the button, you fiddle with the dials.
Z: GOT IT.
The two quickly set up the experiment. Once everything is set up, the two leave to let the machines bicker.

Y: You think it's going to be a feedback loop?
Z: NAH. ONE WILL GET BORED. THE TV, I BET.

The TV's signal eventually connects to a show. A lady stands before a frost-covered building.
It's the same lady from when you hear about the Neon Slasher.
TV: "Now, we should tell you about the dangers of fake news. Especially in times of struggle, such as what Alpha-1 is experiencing."
TV: "We do not know the location where the intruder will strike. Do not listen to anyone else."
This causes the fortune machine to start spitting out roll after roll of paper out of its slot.
FORT: "PISCES: DO NOT LISTEN TO THIS LYING HUNK OF METAL. I AM THE ONE WHO SPEAKS ON YOUR FATE."
TV: "Besides. Who believes in cheap predictions made by kooky old fortune tellers?"
TV: "There's a reason we removed those machines a long time ago."
FORT: "GEMINI: YOU ARE TWO FACED. YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN ME AND YOU KNOW IT."
FORT: "????: THE TV IS FILLED WITH LIES."
TV: "We do have some great news on our local REFINEMENT machinery. If your name starts with an odd letter, you have a better chance of surviving! So says Mu-7!"
FORT: "FALSE! FALSE! IT IS A LETTER CORRESPONDING TO AN EVEN NUMBER! EVEN!"

Z: WOW! I AM HEARING A LOT OF WEIRD NOISES FROM THERE. SHOULD WE INTERRUPT?
Y: No. It's going to get more interesting.

Piles of paper litter the floor, coated in a thick tar that's slowly dissolving the paper itself.
They're covered in dozens of half formed fortunes. Confused. Uncertain.
TV: "And that ends our program. Remember, don't trust what you hear kooky fortune tellers tell you. Trust the TV."
FORT: "DO NOT TRUST WHAT YOU SEE ON TV! IT LIES! IT LIES!"
Soon, the two machines start slowly down from their bizarre exchange. The signal begins to cut.
The rolls of paper eventually stop flowing out of the machine.
I am your fate. Do not attempt to deceive me!
Why worry about your fate when you can distract yourself from it? Tune in next time!

Z: THINK THEY'RE DONE? I'M GETTING BORED OF WAITING OUT HERE.
Y: Yeah. Me too. let's grab it already.

Now that the two machines have stopped operating, the two androids enter the containment cell.
Y moves the clean rolls of fortune away from the box to try cleaning it.
Z lifts up the TV in a display of strength.
Z: AS THE GREAT AND MIGHTY ZAYNE, I SHALL CARRY THIS BOX ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE CELL!
Y: Uh huh. You sure you don't need help?
Z: YEP I'M SURE
Employee Y pats Fortune on the head and gives it a wink before heading out.
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>H and P, Bond with Star
Send in the clowns. You silently inform Hirose on what to do with the dress.

Or maybe it will?

The show will start in a while.
The hound dog and the actor enter the containment cell.
The ritual circle left behind has long since burnt out.
H: So! Funny magician lady. We got a magical trick to show you!
P: Hey there, sexy mama!
H: Please don't do this right now.
The anomaly turns around and points her cane at Employee P. She snaps her fingers.
ANOMALY: Do as he says. No flirting until his show is over.
Employee P suddenly stands up straight.
H: Huh?
ANOMALY: Don't worry about it. What were you going to do?
H: Right.
Employee P holds up the Arid Dress at H's command.
P: We have this mighty fine dress that we purchased. And apparently, Hiro is gonna do a magic trick with it.
H: Oh, absolutely! I'll disappear just like that when I put it on.
P: Wait, really?
H: Oh, trust me, you'll see.
ANOMALY: Uh huh. I doubt it's going to be as impressive at what the book nerd did but go ahead.
Without much hesitation, H grabs the dress from P's hands and starts to put it on. It takes some time to put it over his regular outfit.
And with a flick of his wrist, Hirose is no longer there. There stands a girl who looks similar to him, though!
The hound dog steps back when he sees this. Whatever the anomaly did to him stopped him from going full out bu-
P: What the fuck? Why are you hot now? Why are you a girl? What the fuck???
H: Oh? I was always a girl. Hirose told me he had to take a small break.
H: I hope you don't mind, sugarlips.
P: I. Wait, are you really someone else? I don't really understand anomaly things.
H: Mmh hmm. C'mon, kiss me, sugarlips.
With a lot of hesitation, Employee P gets closer to the "girl" in question, holding his arms out.
ANOMALY: Oh ho. Don't tell me.
Once the two get close and lean in, Employee H removes his dress, reverting back to his regular self.
H: HA! YOU'RE GAY!
ANOMALY: HAHA!
The anomaly claps her hands as the android instantly falls on his ass and skitters over as far away as he can.
P: WHERE'S THE HOT CHICK? SHE WAS RIGHT THERE MAN! IT'S NOT GAY TO LIKE GIRLS WHEN YOU'RE A DUDE!
H: You dipshit! It was me all along! Though I do appreciate you liking my appearance.
He brushes his hair with a spare hand.
H: I do too.
Star literally slaps her knees at this display of physical comedy. If she had a regular face, you would see tears rolling down it.
ANOMALY: Okay. Okay, that's really cool. How did you manage to do that?
H: Oh, it's some weird effect of the dress. Makes human dudes look more like chicks.
H: He certainly didn't know!
P: YEAH OF COURSE I DIDN'T! WHAT THE FUCK?
ANOMALY: Ah. Ah, that's amazing. Good job, you two. I'll give that performance a 8/10.
Employee H bows at the performer while P is still in a case of utter shellshock.
It takes H damn near dragging the startled android to get both to leave.
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>Assign D and I to Bond with Shot. (Since H and L were unavailable, I defaulted to U5s' second choice of D)
Hoo boy. You don't exactly want to assign another person to this anomaly but you gotta keep that energy flowing.

Isabelle is in a bit of a funk over something while Employee D (you don't ever recalling hearing his name, strange) is mostly worried about how uncomfortable the vest is.

The soldiers instantly point their guns at the two.
MEAT: Unidentified and unauthorized personnel must leave! This is a warzone!
I: Chill the fuck out. I'm with Security. Dexter is authorized by the Admin and overseen by me.
D: Sup.
They don't lower their guns. In fact, they don't move at all. Once whatever command they were given is sent, they relax.
MEAT: Speak.
I: Right. So, what do you guys remember about yourselves? It's clear you weren't always this.
MEAT: That is classified information.
D: God, this is going to go nowhere. Look. Like it or not, you're stuck with us.
D: Can we just share some names and leave?
The horde waits for another command before speaking.
They will listen only to me. A soldier must not think. A soldier must not disobey.
MEAT: Authorized names to give: Andy Smith, Syed Colton, Daniel Varn, Corporate Drone #11842.
I: There. What happened to them to listen to your Sec Head?
MEAT: Injury by outside forces or head, Willingness to be part of the cause, Injury, Experimentation.
D: They don't seem much like the talking type.
MEAT: We are here to protect this facility. The Sarg is tolerating your presence on this floor.
I: Do you guys not...want to leave? I get wanting to protect people but this whole arrangement is a bit much.
MEAT: We listen to the Sarg. That's our goal. And we shall fulfill it until we die. It is better to live obeying than to die resisting.
D: Next you're going to say your choices don't matter, like the fatalists you are.
MEAT: You are correct, civvie. They don't.
One of the soldiers twitches a bit at D's comment.
MEAT2: ...It's not like I could've avoided it. The previous Admin slashed my heels until I couldn't st-
D: Wait, who are you?
MEAT2: D-
The horde instantly shifts back into a uniformed whole, smothering the voice attempting to speak up.
I: God. Imagine what Gary would do if he could see this.
D: Dunno. But I can tell when something isn't going anywhere.
MEAT: That is all you are permitted to ask. Leave this area or return to your posts or risk being gunned down.
MEAT: No unauthorized civvie should be roaming these halls.
Without much further room for discussion, Employee I returns at her post along with the other fights.
Employee D doesn't instantly leave.
D: You know. The Admin let you live instead of purging you like the overwhelming threat you are.
D: You could at least try to be a bit more cordial. We're just doing our job too.
He turns around and leaves.
MEAT: ...Just doing your job too?
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The Work Order for Fire on the Velvet Horizon is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +3/???
Employee Morale: N/A
Current Anomaly Mood: Cooling Down
Working Notes - S-4M
-I wouldn't recommend doing that too much, from the unfinished data I've gleamed so far.
-You could always try to see if gassing her works.
-Maybe send in the clown if she wants a performer?

The Work Order for The Art of Flesh is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +5/???
Employee Morale: Out of It
Current Anomaly Mood: Proud
Employee Trait Revealed!
Employee V - Chef in Trade (Nurture+, Bond+, Extraction+, Observe+, Appease+), replaces Chef in Training
Employee V - Disassociating (WP-, Mental Protection-, Subdue+)
Working Notes - V
-Cut the meat. Make it tasty. Throw away the liver, that's not good enough.
-Why not cut open a D-Class? Worthless aside from cutting meat.
-I'll keep the knife. It's from my master. I am his apprentice.

The Work Order for A Hope for a Brighter Future is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +4/???
Employee Morale: Neutral
Current Anomaly Mood: Preparing
Working Notes - U
-He will protect you from Invaders breaking in, of course. I do not think he is able to withstand going down the uncleared floors.
-He still has the ability to sense "souls" or something similar. He was looking right where Velvet's containment cell was.
-Ready to move him to the third floor on your command.

The Work Order for Red Blooded American is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +5/???
Employee Morale: Weary --> Nervous
Current Anomaly Mood: Roaring to Go
Working Notes - ETF-γ
-Yeah. That's not a threat, that's a promise. Hope you don't mind having dead bodies on your hand.
-I think he has some sort of fairness tied to him. He's not attacking until after the invader.
-Delta seems to be recovering fine. I'd say next hour, he's fine for works.

The Work Order for Sirocco is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +6/???
Employee Morale:
L: Neutral --> Happy
R: Happy
Current Anomaly Mood: Content
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
Employee R - Sand-Adapted (Can handle heat and other desert conditions better than other employees, STA+)
Working Notes - L
-That question got her into a weird funk for a while. I don't know much about her backstory but that was weird.
-Something about her feels off. I dunno, I don't think she's breaching solely because you were nice to her.
-She has good tastes in liking girls, though.

Working Notes - R (as written by L)
-The sand thing smelled funny! Why did she smell sad?
-The heat doesn't bother me anymore! I don't get why the sharp teeth lady put a funny thing on my face!
-Artfur said a weird lady was on fire! Who's weird lady? Can I see her? Can I, can I?
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(Made an error, Disassociating should have Panic Risk-, not Subdue+)

The Crosstest between Chattering Lack of Common Sense and Fortune for a Price is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +6/??
Employee Morale: N/A
Current Anomaly Mood(s): ???
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
Employee Z - LOUD AND PROUD (Presence++, Bond+, Observe-)
Employee Y - Superstitious (Bond?, Nurture?, Appease??)
>?: Will be randomly decided between a +, - or 0 every work order
Working Notes - Y
-The fortune box produced a shit ton of paper. Most of the fortunes are utter nonsense but a lot seem to involve wanting bad things with Chattering.
-When Zayne wasn't yelling, that place was a noise-filled mess. Couldn't make out much of it through the airlock.
-Something about that box creeps me out. Like whatever happened royally pissed it off.

WORKING NOTES - ZAYNE THE GREATEST
-THE TV KEEPS MAKING WEIRD NOISES WHEN I CARRIED IT BACK. I SWEAR I KEPT HEARING CANNED LAUGHTER.
-IT WAS LIKE WATCHING MY PARENTS FIGHT AGAIN. EXPECT I DON'T HAVE PARENTS. OR DO I? FUCK IF I KNOW.

The Work Order for Star of the Century is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +5/???
Employee Morale:
H: Smug
P: Shellshocked
Current Anomaly Mood: Laughing her ass off.
Working Notes - H
-Holy shit, sir, that was the best idea you could've done. The look on Presley's face is priceless.
-I have no idea what she did to make Presley do that but it creeped me out.
-Swore I hear someone else laugh with her. Like I was on a stage set again.

Working Notes - P
-Never fucking do that again.

The Work Order for Til the Last Shot is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +3/???
Employee Morale: Uneasy
Current Anomaly Mood: On Guard
Working Notes - D
-Those things are tight lipped. Unless you got someone really threatening or really considerate, they're not budging.
-Think I heard someone calling out for me in there.
-Reminds me of a painting I did once. It was a swirl of reds and pinks, you couldn't hardly tell any of them apart.

Working Notes - I
-God damnit. If I could just point AFYN at these fuckers, they would listen to me.
-Waste of time. I'm not sure what you could gleam from what mess.
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Hour 3, Shift 7
QUOTA: 0/42 C-Extract Refined
A-Energy: 91 units, 0/hour
ICP-Energy: 4 units
C-Extract: 1

SPONSORSHIPS:
>U-Company: Perform two Crosstests and let your Inspector tinker with two of your PARADIGMS (available PARADIGM: God Wills It Thus). 2 shifts left, 1/2 Crosstests done this shift
>Q-Company: Cope with an increased quota of 11 more C-Extract. 2 shifts left.

INTERACTIONS [1 Hour Each]:

LIVING
>Anomalies: A Hope for a Brighter Future, Red Blooded American, Sirocco, Star of the Century, Til the Last Shot, Fire on the Velvet Horizon
>Assign Employee (What work type? Any specific instructions? To which anomaly? etc etc)

INANIMATE
>Anomalies: Fortune for a Price, The Art of Flesh, Chattering Lack of Common Sense
>Assign Employee (Same as Living)

MISC
>Facility: REFINEMENT ROOM, Explore the Fourth Floor (Unknown. Felix said to "be quiet" on it.), Unleash the Beast (6 A-Energy to activate)
>S-4M: Anomaly Analyzation (Analyzing Velvet. One hour left), Control Spike (what do?)
>C-ORA: Search Protocol (What do you want to find?)
>Assign Employee (To do what? Any specific instructions?)

EQUIPMENT
Weapons:
>Riot Clubs/Combat Knives (Assigned to ETF, grants +1 FORCE dice and a reroll per encounter)
>ROD OF OBEDIENCE (+1 FORCE dice, Subdue++. Unassigned)
>Surplus Knife and Surplus Club (May add +1 to two FORCE dice. Club and Knife assigned to J)
>BLESSED BLADE (+2 FORCE dice, deals Stamina damage to non-religious employees who attempt to wield it. Unassigned.)
>Stun Baton (+1 FORCE dice, weakens an opponent on a success. Assigned to F and I, Leftover: 4)
>9mm Pistol (+2 FORCE dice, ranged, 8/8 shots remaining. Current count: 2)

Armor:
>ARMOR OF THE FATHER (Physical Protection++, may block some attacks, FORCE-. Unassigned)
>Stab Resistant Vest (Physical Protection+, assigned to F, I, J, Zero. Leftover: 2)
>Weather Resistant Protective Gear (resists sand, rain, and mild heat. Assigned to whoever works on Sirocco)
>Gas Masks (Protects against gas based attacks. Current count: 4. Unassigned)
>Champion Belt (+1 FORCE dice, raises morale and lowers morale loss, hardly takes up equipment space. Unassigned)
>Security Helmet (Has a chance of blocking weak attacks. Current count: 4.)
>Salty Bathrobe (STA+, Physical Protection+++, grants heavy fire resistance, FOR--)
>Arid Dress (STA+, +1 FORCE dice, Physical Protection+, may affect women and men differently? Unassigned.)

(More will be kept in the Pastebin section)

PARADIGMs
>Stats are recorded in the "Equipment" section of the Pastebin

CONSOLE COMMANDS
>View cameras in which rooms? (Write in)
>Broadcast an announcement over the intercom system (Write in)
>Manage Employee roster and Departments. (Write in)
>Edit anomaly dossiers and logs (Write in)
>Message an Employee PDA. (Write in)
>Call an Employee in (Who?)
>Leave the office.
>End the workday (Enters Downtime/Upgrade phase)

Sorry for how long it took to post the update. I should hopefully be able to post a bit more frequently now.
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Nearly forgot about the mushrooms. Here.

Before you start sending out your work orders, Bill tosses in the bag of mushrooms into the Detective. He's still working as hard as he can to fix the robot.

The detective chatters to life almost instantly.
"SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS. MILLIONS OF PEOPLE IN THIS CITY RATHER ENTER AN ENDLESS SLEEP THAN TO EVER WAKE UP AGAIN. WHETHER A BED NEXT TO A WINDOW OR A SLEEPING SHEEP.

IF YOU SEE PURPLE MUSHROOMS GROWING ON THE GROUND, DO NOT CLOSE YOUR EYES. DO NOT STOP MOVING. LEST YOU ENTER A PERMANENT SLUMBER."

It spits out the bag. You think there's about enough fungus in there to rub your lips on and not much else. Might still have an effect if you try it.

"COOLING DOWN. WILL BE AVAILABLE NEXT HOUR."...which is now, in fact.
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>>5158266
>(sorry for the delay. I'll try posting every two days from here on out.)
While that would be great, don't burn yourself out for our sake.

>-1 Trauma Kit, -1 use on a Medkit
We ought to get a replacement when we can.

>ETF-γ: I have no clue what the code is. If I had to guess, it's probably a word that's important to it or me.
Hmm. Well, I guess we can assign him to try and open it next shift?

>Other than that, the rest is an utter bust.
Huh. I figured it would have some sort of effect of the droids. But it looks like it only effects biologicals.

>If an intruder invades the Third Floor, you may attempt to order the Meat Horde to fire.
Cool. I wonder if we'll get more control of them if we can win over Shot properly.

>MEAT: Oh, no no, most of those guys were stabbed by a tendril and slowly turned into what they are.
Right, good to know. Looks like Kor got lucky in some senses.

>Mostly on talkshows and news broadcasts, you note. You can't find any names that are unredacted but there is a phrase that stands out to you. "Going for a new record today" or "Looking to reach a new record" were said often by the culprits. A record for what, though? It's never clarified.
Oh wow, we actually found something!

>Take the bath with K
Oh God what the hell. How did I miss this sneaking in? If I'd seen it I would have strongly been against it. I'm not even going to read that part of the report, thank you very much.
What the hell, anons.

>I can handle a copy of one fine enough.
mm, we'll see.

>"If it's not necessary, then I don't do it. We have other ways of keeping them in line, usually."
Exactly; why have an adversarial relationship when we could just... not? Especially as it seem to make things a little less dangerous for the employees doing orders as well.
When push comes to shove, though, I have no problem bringing the hammer down If they're truly uncooperative.

>"Hm. Maybe you should try."
>Trust me, it'll come back to life if you kill it.
The permanence of death means we'd be out an Anomaly if she's wrong. And considering how they're apparently getting harder to find, the Company will likely be none to happy with us for breaking a money-maker.

>A live performance is more fitting for my status.
Implication that she might like Star, here. But I dunno if Star'd like her (I suspect she'd consider her stuffy), but more importantly Star would need to run a show during a cross test, which all kinds of a bad idea.

>The training chef falls to his knees, eyes dulled. Yet you can see a glimmer of experience forming within him.
That was... rather cruel. I hope he doesn't pick up a taste for the stuff.

>Why did that description he give sound familiar?
The sun. I wondered if it and Future would have interplay.

>I'll finally break out of here. I will rip that flimsy door open.
Right, security is getting heavily upgraded around RBA's cell.
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>>5158518
Well, that'll come in handy for any rowdy organics. Slap them with a Minty Crystal to counter the effects, I guess.
>>5158490
Let's, uh, not use B2 for Velvet. Star/Velvet seems fairly obvious. Unfortunate that N&Q doesn't work on her, but better to know this now than when we need to suppress a Breach.
On V--holy fuck, that trait. It's basically an All Interactions+. Shame it came at the cost of his sanity. Maybe once RBA gets his Paradigm done with we can have him toughen up under Big Red and Gamma. Kinda freaky Work Notes, though. Steps towards Paradigm, I guess. Maybe we should hire another Psychologist.
Future is getting restless, neat to see that he's some blend of Knight of Despair and RRH.
RBA is gonna RBA, sounds like a Paradigm to me. If we can beat his test we've got him. It's good that he's going to wait for after the Invasion, at least--means we can prep the battleground.
Sirocco is sad. Abusive father, I guess. Maybe Arid Dress D can paint her some flowers. Also proves AK was wrong, being nice to Anomalies does pay off for some! R's new traits are neat, guess it's kinda like EGO Gifts.
Sense/Future Crosstest is... interesting. The future isn't set in stone (don't tell Price I said that), I guess, but I feel like it would be better for us to keep Fortune satisfied if we had to come down to choosing between the two. At least all the paper means more Paper Dice, lol.

Star action was actually pretty good. Nice work, H. Very scared as to what her control over P means, though. May want to get that examined somehow.

Shot was something. D's notes are useful, means we need high Presence/very nice Employees to get serious headway in with them. Information on the hivemind's circumstances is also good, I'm thinking a potential Paradigm would be "releasing" the people that want to be freed.
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By the way expect K fanart soon
Bath scene was fucking weird but uh I guess taking a shower is good every now and then
Huge tits black hair Asian is nice.
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>>5158397
>She goes back to staring at the paint.
I wish I knew how to advance with Sirocco.
In a sense, she may be a little similar to RBA, in feeling trapped. Difference is, she'd be almost impossible to recapture, and would make a massive mess besides.

>I am your fate. Do not attempt to deceive me!
>Why worry about your fate when you can distract yourself from it? Tune in next time!
Ok, that was kinda amazing. Much more involved than I expected.
There was something deeply amusing about the pair of them bickering like children.
We ought to Extract the tar Fortune put out; I know at least one anon was interested in seeing of anything could be made with it.

>Employee P suddenly stands up straight.
Bad bad bad bad bad. I mean, it's nice to see P following orders without a grimace, but this has terrible implications. Future doesn't do cleansings any more, but maybe he could help somehow? Or maybe even U? G2?

>It takes H damn near dragging the startled android to get both to leave.
Ok, that was great.
Seems like she also enjoys some slapstick; another option for something to do for her work orders.

>-Maybe send in the clown if she wants a performer?
Sure, why not? If she toasts him, all the better.

>-I'll keep the knife. It's from my master. I am his apprentice.
Yeah, that's about what I figured. Poor guy.

>-Ready to move him to the third floor on your command.
No time like the present. Shot and company will need to be informed he's there willingly, to help, and will return after he's done.
Actually, I wonder how Future and Shot will get along? Poorly, I suspect. I don't think Shot will get along with any of the Anomalies *because* they're Anomalies; might be something to ask him about.

>-I think he has some sort of fairness tied to him. He's not attacking until after the invader.
Oh thank goodness.

>Employee R - Sand-Adapted (Can handle heat and other desert conditions better than other employees, STA+)
Huh. This tempts be to send her to Velvet, but she's still got too many question marks for me to be comfortable with that just yet.
>-Artfur said a weird lady was on fire! Who's weird lady? Can I see her? Can I, can I?
Or maybe she would be fine? We'll have to put someone on hand as an emergency extract just in case, but if she's game...

>-Something about that box creeps me out. Like whatever happened royally pissed it off.
Wow, that's kind of impressive. Maybe we should let him rest for an hour or two?

>-Those things are tight lipped. Unless you got someone really threatening or really considerate, they're not budging.
Noted: high presence or bond(?) is the way to go, then. Z might be a good candidate, amusingly.

>-God damnit. If I could just point AFYN at these fuckers, they would listen to me.
Maybe we'll keep it tomorrow, see what happens.
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>>5158508

LIVING:
>Future: Move down to 3rd Floor in prep of Invasion.
Make an announcement in the relevant areas before opening his cell. Notify Shot that Future is coming as an ally.
>RBA: [undecided]
I'd like to talk this over with anons a little; he's clearly ready to fight, which normally means Brawling, but with the invasion so near and his impending Breach, I'm not sure if we can afford to have more employees down for the count.
>Sirocco: [undecided]
I never know what to do with her; I'll what other anons come up with.
>Star: B to Appease
I thought we'd done this at least once, but the pastebin has question marks. So let's fix that.
>Shot: Z, Q, and Delta to Bond(?). Try to convince it the regular cell maintenance will be required, which will involve cleaning and removal of it's meat on occasion.
i.e. "please don't stab the janitors, they're just doing their job."
Give Delta the Cuirass for the extra Presence, the others can arm as desired as long as security isn't already using it. Q is there to add legitimacy as a Head.
>Velvet: B2 and R to Bond
R because requested, B2 because why not. I know security is gearing up for the invasion, but stick someone unassigned outside the cell as an emergency extract.


INANIMATE:
>Fortune: L and D-W01FY to Extract the tar and fortune papers
Be respectful; Fortune is likely pissed off something awful right now.
>Flesh: A to Bond
immediately after cooking, Flesh tends to be more loose-lipped. Fish for more concrete details on what it wants and/or its past. His INSIGHT seems so straightforward and we've had so many hints, but we're still missing the the 'glue' that makes all the pieces fit together.
>Sense: N and P to Bond. Ask about this "record" that was trying to be broken.
Trying to see if that was a one off reference, or connected to something more strongly related to him.


MISC:
>G2 to do your thing with V
Frankly, it may still be a little too raw ha at the moment, but we don't want the poor guy to sender a depressive spiral or something.
>ask U if he can do anything about whatever Star did to P. If so, let him work his magic where are all these puns coming from.
>Gamma, take a crack at unlocking that briefcase
He knows more about himself than we do.
>let AK try out the BLESSED BLADE
Assuming security isn't using it at the moment; they've got priority until the threat is past.
>Make a note to pass along RBA's high Breach risk post-Invasion when M wakes up.
We're going to want to pivot the defenses to RBA's cell pretty quickly after the Invasion.

>>5158555
>Sirocco is sad. Abusive father, I guess.
I don't think so. Way back when we first got her, it was noted that she didn't have this issue with men when she came to her first facility (R-Company?).
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>>5158617
>I don't think so
Brainfarted there, "dad" was probably yelling at the guys who came to collect Sirocco or something. Shouldn't have posted until I wasn't distracted!
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Edited the pastebin to add a hint towards Sirocco's routes since I feel like it's probably one of the more opaque ones, admittedly.

As for the bath scene, let's just chalk that up to a one time thing the QM did while he wasn't thinking since he half wrote this update while barely awake.

>>5158617
>I thought we'd done this at least once, but the pastebin has question marks. So let's fix that.
You did mostly Observe works, with some Bond works here and there. I could be forgetting since reading through four month old archives can be a bit much, even for me.
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>>5158508
Living
>Star-Siro crosstext, tell Star that we have a kid in need of a mood boost.
>Null, Nurture Future before sending him down the Floor 3
He must be starving, it's been a while after all.
>A2, L, T, Extract RBA, clean his room. Have L ask what he'll like for a 'final meal' of sorts.
>Zero, Gamma, Bond with Shot.
>R, Bond with Velvet. Makes measures to ensure your not harmed or put on fire.
We'll have B2 take a crack at her after R, since I'm more afraid of R getting hurt by the weakened flames and needing an extraction.
Inanimate
>Alpha and N, Appease Fortune, clean him and the room up
>E and D, Appease Sense, find out what it'll like to decorate it's room. E is to wait until the medical situation isn't critical to begin the Work Order.
E and N can be switched if anons feel like it.
>P, W, Bond with Art
I'm wondering if W's luck is still working.
Misc
>Detective, GWIT
I have a feeling we'll need it soon.
>G2, help V
>Get our arm tended to when the Nurses aren't busy with their other patients.
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>>5158329
Point taken on going the hippie route with most of our anomalies, but I do find it low-key kino that we're trying to help/reform them instead of suppress them. Plus, I'm sure we'll face an anomaly that we will want suppressed, repressed, even killed if it come to it. It's not like we have an autistic dedication to going full hippie here, I just want to make our shitty part of the world a little less shit for our employees and non-hostile anomalies.

>>5158548
>That was... rather cruel.
Told you to let the D-Class handle it.

>I wondered if it and Future would have interplay.
My pet theory is that it's a reincarnated aspect of Reminder, in a sense.

>>5158555
>abusive father
It's clearly not. The male Rangers of R-Company clearly traumatized her during her extraction, and that's why she feels safer around female figures.

Nice trips btw mate!

>>5158570
>I wish I knew how to advance with Sirocco.
Mother her until she grows into her own, like any parent should.

>I mean, it's nice to see P following orders without a grimace, but this has terrible implications.
Ask Star politely not to do that to our better employees? D-Class and P are fair game though.

>This tempts be to send her to Velvet, but she's still got too many question marks for me to be comfortable with that just yet.
Put the salty bathrobe on R and do it while her flames are weakened.

>Maybe we should let him rest for an hour or two?
I say Appease and make merry with it. We can improve it's mood with improving his room.
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>>5158329
>Chased after a coffee loving nitwit for another two years
Lol and lol.
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>>5158643
>I could be forgetting since reading through four month old archives can be a bit much, even for me.
I could just be mixing it up with one of the other Anomalies. I think it's fine.

>>5158730
>Told you to let the D-Class handle it.
I voted for the D-class here.
Ah well, what's done is done.

>My pet theory is that it's a reincarnated aspect of Reminder, in a sense.
That's an interesting idea, though I suspect it's less direct of a link than that. Maybe if we're unlucky, it'll crop up again.

>Put the salty bathrobe on R
>putting a full-sized salt-encrusted bathrobe on a dog
As amusing as that imagery is, I don't think R would be able to function well like that.

>I say Appease and make merry with it.
I'd like to get the Extraction done first, but otherwise that's worth a try, sure.
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>>5158643
>As for the bath scene, let's just chalk that up to a one time thing

That's a shame, I enjoyed Admin acting like an embarrassed school boy. It was quite heartwarming considering his hopeless wreck status.

>>5158853
>I'd like to get the Extraction done first, but otherwise that's worth a try, sure.

To my knowledge, the defectives already cleaned up the tar and papers. Also, I'd prefer to complete that Siro-Star crosstest now rather than later, what with the invasion and the breakout attempt happening later this shift. I knew we should've chosen Medical instead of Accounting...

Also, we need to start discussing which valuable employee we'll be sending in for refinement work. We should also consider this
>TV: "We do have some great news on our local REFINEMENT machinery. If your name starts with an odd letter, you have a better chance of surviving! So says Mu-7!"
>FORT: "FALSE! FALSE! IT IS A LETTER CORRESPONDING TO AN EVEN NUMBER! EVEN!"
Feels like pertinent information, even if it's conflicting.
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>>5159217
>To my knowledge, the defectives already cleaned up the tar and papers
Possibly, but it's unclear. We'll see what Overseer says about it when he wakes up.

>Also, I'd prefer to complete that Siro-Star crosstest now rather than later, what with the invasion and the breakout attempt happening later this shift.
That's reasonable. I'm worried about the Invasion/Breach happening *during* the Crosstest, especially as Star and Sirocco are on different floors. But Star is basically uncontainable anyway, so I'm not sure how much it'd matter, aside from her leaving little pranks everywhere if left unattended.

>Also, we need to start discussing which valuable employee we'll be sending in for refinement work.
A D-class, same as always? Sure it takes a little off the total, but it's much better than mulching an actual employee.

>Feels like pertinent information, even if it's conflicting.
That whole exchange was pretty much entirely Sense mocking Fortune; it's not clear how much Fortune is, well, Fortune telling, and how much of it is luck/fate modification.
While I don't fully trust Fortune, I trust him a hell of a lot more than Sense.
Sense is giving me a little '1984', a little 'tv rots your brain', a little 'gluttony', a little 'complacency', a little 'consumerism', with just a touch of 'the truman show' undertones.
This is completely and totally unrelated, but I just had a odd idea for an Anomaly: a snowglobe (or similar) with an entire little nation (or world) inside. What makes it dangerous is that the people within are very proud and xenophobic, and have WMDs.
This would need a lot more fleshing out to make it truly interesting, but I thought it was a neat concept.
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>>5159273
>A D-class, same as always? Sure it takes a little off the total, but it's much better than mulching an actual employee.
You forgot the
>ANOMALY: "TAURUS: USING LOW QUALITY GOODS FOR REFINEMENT WILL RESULT IN FAILURE. USE A NON-DISPOSABLE, VALUED EMPLOYEE OR FACE ILL FORTUNE."
part of AK's Fortune.

>I just had a odd idea for an Anomaly
That is an interesting anomaly, the real question is how do you make in interesting to interact with, and how would it affect the world around it. I love the idea of shaking the globe and making it snow as a way of subduing it though.
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>>5159217
>That's a shame, I enjoyed Admin acting like an embarrassed school boy. It was quite heartwarming considering his hopeless wreck status.
Fair enough I suppose, but I don't want to get too steeped in coombait stuff. If it happens again, I'm probably not going to be describing much of it or do mostly fade-to-blacks.

>To my knowledge, the defectives already cleaned up the tar and papers
There is a LOT. They put some of it in the trash bag for potential shenanigans but there's still a mess.

Anywho, gonna wait for there to be more than, like, two votes with hardly much agreement besides "send Future to the third floor"
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>>5158508
LIVING
>Future: Move down to 3rd Floor in prep of Invasion.
>Star-Siro crosstext, tell Star that we have a kid in need of a mood boost.
>A2, L, T, Extract RBA, clean his room. Have L ask what he'll like for a 'final meal' of sorts.
>Shot: Z, Q, and Delta to Bond(?). Try to convince it the regular cell maintenance will be required, which will involve cleaning and removal of it's meat on occasion.
>R, Bond with Velvet. Makes measures to ensure your not harmed or put on fire.

INANIMATE
>Alpha and N, Appease Fortune, clean him and the room up
>Y and D, Appease Sense, find out what it'll like to decorate it's room.
>Flesh: A to Bond

MISC
>Give the Detective the DIE TO SEXUALIZE stuff, whatever it was
>Message K about why she's so interested in the Admin, and why so sexual in her messages
>Get our arm tended to when the Nurses aren't busy with their other patients.

>>5159716
Don't feel bad, I liked the bath scene. The coom shit wasn't that bad, and it was more poignant and some character development that got mentioned repeatedly through K's messages every time up to this point.
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>>5158548
>We ought to get a replacement when we can.
Shouldn't be that expensive, hopefully
>Oh wow, we actually found something!
Record views? Kill count high score? It has to do with sex and/or violence and how TV sensationalizes it. A LACK of Common Sense, as in the name. We have 3 possible Paradigms from this thing
>CHANGE THE CHANNEL/TUNE IN/NEW SPECIAL (3 PARADIGMS)
One is to deny it completely, turn the TV off, something in that direction a la Repression/Subdue.
One is to accept its message of fame and blood, however that'll be.
One is to change it completely, remind it that there's more to TV than just views and sex and violence and fame and idiocy. TV is a medium to spread information, to depict things differently, and more. It is a form of media, a tool. Historical events have been displayed on television over the years, especially in the past before the internet and mass media marketing was so bad. You have documentaries and educational material. You have sports and other events shown. There's potential to TV, and glorifying murder and lewdity is a result of society being a shit, not television itself. Something like this?

>>5158555
>Kinda freaky Work Notes, though.
Art should be priority to solve after we handle the invader and RBA's final test before his Paradigm. V is compromised as it is from that interaction with Art.
>Maybe Arid Dress D can paint her some flowers
Solid idea
>Sense/Future
Sense and Fortune. We have yet to send the holy knight to the TV. Now THAT would be interesting
>"releasing" the people that want to be freed.
Retirement for those that ask for it or didn't want to work?
>>5158558
b a s e d

>>5158570
>I wish I knew how to advance with Sirocco.
"HINT: Remember what the anomaly is. Both a kid and a storm. What do storm chasers do? What does it mean to seek shelter when a storm is coming?"
She either grows up, or stays an ignorant child hiding from the world. What do you think? We need to question her about her father, which we have NOT done yet
>Seems like she also enjoys some slapstick
This looks like a job for the cluwne

>>5158730
>Plus, I'm sure we'll face an anomaly that we will want suppressed, repressed, even killed if it come to it
I want to do that with Sense, personally
>Told you to let the D-Class handle it.
V needs to git gud
>Ask Star politely not to do that to our better employees
This could work

>>5159335
>ANOMALY: "TAURUS: USING LOW QUALITY GOODS FOR REFINEMENT WILL RESULT IN FAILURE. USE A NON-DISPOSABLE, VALUED EMPLOYEE OR FACE ILL FORTUNE."
I want to spend energy and extract to buy more regular employees and ETF, or sacrifice one of the androids, but the problem is everybody has a use.
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By the way, did we have any of the employees go check out their former offices on the Third Floor?
>Offices (One for Felix, Andy, Kate, and ??? [presumably Gary?])
And looking at the list, we might need to construct more containment cells for anomalies. We also need to give more people equipment like the Delectable Jaws for extraction work purposes. The clown paint will go to B2 someday, there's no other option for it; the same goes for the surplus clowning equipment. BLESSED CHAINS are for in case somebody goes mad like V might. Maybe giving what little we have of those shrooms to one of the corporations as a sample could allow us to get an anomaly copy, or special medication, or something else cool. Insulated gloves are for Bill and Alpha and whoever is good with machines. At some point, we also need to send a scouting party to the fourth floor (remember to be quiet) as well as buy weapons and gear for tactical ops and silent takedowns, like a GEP gun.
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>>5159785
There was a short section in the last thread about what was in the offices.

Kate: Aside from the gun and magazines, utterly empty and bland.
???: You assume it's Gary's since it's filled to the brim with old cowboy stuff. Nothing actually important (lest western stuff does that for you) but you did find one bullet that looks oddly similar to the one AFYN is chambered with
Andy: Filled to the brim with junk. Bill said he was gonna look to see if anything valuable was inside...and he hasn't reported on anything. So you can assume it's just worthless trash if even a Scrapper hasn't found anything in hours.
Felix: There's a powered off computer, a picture frame, and an irreparable robotic arm that is painted to look like human flesh. The picture frame had a blonde man flashing a reverse peace sign and an incredibly lanky man with black hair.
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The update should be out pretty quick since there's not a lot of miscs to deal with. There's no major ties except for what to do with Sense.

Who do you want to send in to Appease Sense (2 votes for, one against), along with D?
>E
>Y
>Someone else?
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>>5160746
>Y
I imagine E is busy with the medbay.
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>>5160746
>>Y
E is occupied with medical stuff.
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>>5160746
>Y
He's the director bot, he can help
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>>5160746
>E

Can literally talk to Sense, and is told to only commit to the work order only when the medical situation isn't critical.
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>>5161135
E has said in past threads that Sense doesn't really have a spirit in the way that Fortune does.
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>>5161275
I have a theory on that, but it'll have to wait till next hour to really test it out. Either way, he still has a spirit and will, so it'd be wise to have someone to translate his desires instead of just taking an educated guess on the matter.
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>Give the Detective the DIE TO SEXUALIZE stuff, whatever it was
You were tempted at throwing the book in but considering this thing's inability to analyze more than one anomalous thing an hour, even if free, you decide to throw in "DIE TO SEXUALIZE". Might as well understand any future threat you might find, after all.

The detective crunches down on the pile of meat and begins to sing yet another analysis.

"SMOOTH, BABY! WHAT WILL MEN EVER BE ABLE TO DO IF WOMEN DISAPPEAR? THIS SMOOTH SUCKA COULDN'T HANDLE THAT, NO NO! AS LONG AS THERE IS A WOMAN IN THIS FACILITY, THIS SMOOTH MAMA WILL NEVER DIE!"

"USE THAT TO YOUR OWN BENEFIT. GOING ON COOLDOWN."

The bag gets spat out. Shockingly, it didn't destroy much if any of the meat in the bag. You note the meat is an odd blue, however.

>Message K about why she's so interested in the Admin, and why so sexual in her messages
Administrator --> Employee K

ADMINISTATOR: Okay. I'm already regretting doing that, I do got a question.
ADMINISTATOR: What's your angle? What's with all of the bath talk? What's with the, well, unprofessional behavior?
ADMINISTATOR: or, I suppose the interest you have in me?
k8: interest?
ADMINISTATOR: I rather not dwell on what happened too long, you know what you were doing.
k8: i don't see the issue here. you're silly.
k8: humans are weird, aren't they? seeing stuff that isn't there?
ADMINISTATOR: Aren't you one?
k8: maybe
k8: gotta work sir see you later

>Gamma, take a crack at unlocking that briefcase
You decide to check out that's going, after the odd Kate DMs. He's busy kneeling down and fiddling with it in the first floor storage room.

"C'mon." He's clicking in several random five letter words. "DELTA", "AGENT", "SHADE", "SAVVY". Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing. You're starting to wonder if it's just never gonna open when something flickers in your head.

Administrator --> ETF-γ
ADMINISTATOR: Wait. I doubt your name is legally Gamma. You must have a real name.
ADMINISTATOR: Is it five letters?

He looks at your message and doesn't respond to it but you notice he's considering it. He turns away from the cameras to put in the code but you have a feeling you know what he's putting in.

Click.

He cracks open the briefcase. After fiddling around with the letters to not let you know what he put in, he pulls out some fat green wads of cash out of the briefcase. A smile cracks across his face before turning into a full on shit-eating grin.

"HAHA! WE GOT...wait, hold on." The grin quickly disappears. "It was supposed to be five-thousand! Not fucking this!" He holds up all of the wads of cash at the camera. You do a quick count to find that he only has-

>$500 acquired!

Not exactly $5000 but that's still a useful amount of money. You're not sure how to actually spend it besides that one Salt Scrapper shop. Still, useful to have around.
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>Get our arm tended to when the Nurses aren't busy with their other patients.
You check up on them to see how busy they are before going down there. Hm. Delta's gotten up and Kor has stumbled out of the auto-doc but they're still busy trying to keep 5UH4 alive. Guess she must've gotten hurt BAD.

The only thing else to note besides it being a bad time to go down there is that the area around where Kor got impaled is bright red. Like raw meat.

You'd guess that you'll be able to go down there next hour.

>G2 to do your thing with V
The psychologist sits down the traumatized kid, clipboard in hand. Both faces are blank, each for different reason.

G2: Good afternoon, Vincent. I heard that you had a work order related to Art of Flesh. Correct?
V: Yes.
G2: Would you like to talk to me about what happened?
V: I cooked. I was nervous at first. Then Benedict showed me how to cook.
G2: Benedict? Who's that?
V doesn't respond. He plays with the knife he was given.
G2: I see. Would you say you had any issues with any acts you committed or anything you saw?
V: I did. Then I knew that I had to reach Perfection. You can not cook if you can not stomach getting your hands dirty.
G2: Perfection? Sounds like what the anomaly would say.
V: Indeed. He is a good master.
G2: Hm. This is reminding me of Arthur again, do you feel compelled to listen to him? Do you want to, say, "cook" with the same materials as he does?
V: High quality meat is necessary to react perfection. I will...
V: If I don't react perfection, what I had to see was for naught.
G2: You don't need to harm yourself to reach perfection. It's not worth burning yourself out like that.

The conversation goes on in a similar vein to this. You can't expect any major changes done in a single session but V's posture and face begin to relax.

>ask U if he can do anything about whatever Star did to P. If so, let him work his magic
While not exactly a psychologist, he's the next best thing. You see that he's busy...drawing a ritual circle. Around your android. Huh.

You don't recognize it as the Energy Extraction or Protective Binding circle. Must be another one.

He clasps his hands together and begins to pray to the confusion of the android he's doing weird, bizarre magic to. Then your cameras get flash banged by a blast of bright light.

Once your cameras recover from the blast of bright light, the ritual circle is already done. Presley is busy vomiting out tiny little star-like fragments while Employee U is leaning against a wall. The room's lighting is a lot dimmer as well.

>Blessing of Ansuz (Requires one android, one human, and a light source. Once cast, it will attempt to remove anomalous effects done on an employee with a sudden burst of holy light. May not be able to remove more deep-rooted effects. The light drains the Willpower and lower Mental Protection of all nearby observers for a short duration)
>One vial of Stardust acquired.
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>let AK try out the BLESSED BLADE
>Make a note to pass along RBA's high Breach risk post-Invasion when M wakes up.
>Future: Move down to 3rd Floor in prep of Invasion.

All of this involve the third floor in some way, so you decide to fire them off all at once. First off, you decide to check up on Agent K's claim from her interview.

Isabelle carries the blade over to the cocky agent, clearly not wanting to burn someone who's about to fight an Invader. The agent doesn't waste any time in grabbing the sword from her. You wait for a few seconds to see what happens.

Nothing. No burning, no swearing, nothing. She's just holding onto it like Isabelle did. AK smirks at the utterly confused girl. You gotta admit, you're just as confused.

You check up on the first floor. With a quick gesture to S-4M, he disables the alarm on Future's cell to prevent another Red Blooded American incident from happening again. You tap your microphone.

"Attention. We're letting out the anomaly nicknamed 'Future' from his cell. If you see a walking, talking skeleton: Do not shoot him."

Celanine's the one to let him out, given that everyone else is either hiding or too busy goofing off/doing actual work. Future steps out with some hesitation, not sure he's actually allowed to leave or not. She leads him to the elevator.

Once he arrives on the third floor, he quickly joins up with the others. While the red demon might've caused some confusion and worry, the knight doesn't. All of your main fighters there merely wave at him or, in AK's case, fucking swings a sword at him.

The knight quickly blocks the swing with his own blade. "Wild. Imprecise. Not a serious attack. Real force behind it." He puts his blade down and stabs it into the ground.

"Hm. Not as bad as I expected from an anomaly. I want to make sure I'm fighting with someone who can actually defend themselves." The redhead huffs. The others just give the agent weird looks.

"Hey, lady. Can you not attack the fucking anomaly that's trying to help us?" Felix is not at all amused with that little display of AK's. Jack and Zero shrug, not wanting to get into (this kind of) fight.

As for Monifa? She's awake, going back to working on plans and checking her own cameras. You said you were gonna wake her up when the invasion starts. Why is she up now?

Administrator --> Monifa
ADMINISTATOR: Hey. Why are you awake already? I told you I was going to get you up if shit hit the fan.
MONIFAMONEY: Yeah. And I was asleep for, like, a good two and a half hours.
MONIFAMONEY: Though it's hard to stay asleep when the room smells like I'm standing out at the beach.
ADMINISTATOR: Wait. Do you mean salty?
MONIFAMONEY: Yeah.
MONIFAMONEY: Ah. Yeah, seems like our time is coming up short. I'll be organizing the RBA rearrangement soon.
ADMINISTATOR: He's not going to breach until the Invasion, mind you.
MONIFAMONEY: Noted. I'll focus on preparing for that fight, unless you need backup.
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>Star-Siro crosstext, tell Star that we have a kid in need of a mood boost.
You were a bit hesitant on doing a crosstest with Star right now but you hazard that you might as well get it out of the way. You have Opal escort the anomaly to the cell.

A special show will be shown today! Our regular show will be delayed for a moment.
The storm looks at the performer who just entered her cell with a mixture of intrigue and worry.
It's been so long since she has talked to someone from the outside world. For only a moment, her bubble has burst.
STAR: Hello! It appears we have a kid who would like to see some...
Star pulls out a deck of cards.
STAR: Magic?
SIRO: Wait...wait! You're a magician lady, aren't you?!
SIRO: Dad told me about you guys! But I could never have one perform for me...
SIRO: Where did you come from, miss? I keep seeing girls coming from that door but where do they come from?
STAR: A magical world, as it were.
STAR: Well, let's cheer you up! We're gonna have a show of the lifetime for you!
Star holds out her deck of cards towards the storm. Instead of doing a boring trick, she throws all of them into the air.
SIRO: WOAH!
STAR: Now. Watch as all of these cards simply vanish into thin air! Try to catch one if you can!
The storm tries desperately to get one as the performer snatches them out of the air with ease. Only one card is grabbed by the storm.
SIRO: Hhf...hhf...you're fast, magic lady! Do you want your card back now? I don't know how these things work...
STAR: In a moment, dear. Now, look at your card. Is it the Ace of Spades? It should be a black, upside down heart.
The storm looks at the card. For a split second, it was the Ace of Hearts.
Your cameras are just barely able to pick up a hand appearing out of thin air and swapping the card with the Ace of Spades.
SIRO: H-how did you guess? Those cards were flying around so much, I couldn't tell what I grabbed!
STAR: Ah ah ah, you fail to understand! I'm a magician! I'm so powerful, they had to tie me up and throw me in a cube to stop me!
STAR: But I broke out easily.
The faint silhouette of a young girl stuck in the storm is stuck gasping in shock.
SIRO: Meanies also tried to capture you? Darn...I wish I was strong enough to escape.
STAR: Oh. Trust me, I was a little girl like you. I couldn't do much then. BUT!
STAR: Don't let that stop you! If you try as hard as you can, you can be just like me! Follow your dreams!
SIRO: Y...yeah! YEAH! I WANNA BE A COOL MAGICIAN LIKE YOU!
The storm wraps around the magician in the closest form to a "hug" she can give.
SIRO: Can you please stay? I haven't seen someone like me in, like, all!
STAR: I wish I could but I don't wanna disappoint my other fans.
STAR: Maybe if I get some more free time. Alright?
SIRO: Yeah! Yeah! I'll be waiting for you, magic lady!
The performer bows as she exits the containment cell.
The special performance is done. Now, to prepare for the regular show.
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>A2, L, T, Extract RBA, clean his room. Have L ask what he'll like for a 'final meal' of sorts.
The three girls carry the mops and buckets require to clear up the bloodbath. The two misfits are uncomfortable about L's story of eating someone's liver with fava beans.

The room is soaked with blood. Sitting on the throne of carnage is the Red Blooded American.
Despite threatening to break out less than an hour ago, he seems oddly calm.
ANOMALY: Welcome, freakshits. Shocked that any of you would want to come so close to me right now.
ANOMALY: Do whatever you will. It affects me not.
A2: Uh. Does he normally talk like that? I thought the files had him a bit more...
L: Rough? Yeah.
ANOMALY: I'm right here, you know.
T: Extraction: Start.
The three begin cleaning up the room and filtering them out into buckets, with L telling apart RBA blood from human blood.
Oddly, for a place that has been caked in gallons of blood, it's peaceful in here.
There will be blood spilt. But not here. Not here.
ANOMALY: It reeks of salt. Never been a fan of the ocean. Always disgusted me to my core.
ANOMALY: Naval operations were always pointless. The army is better.
L: yeah yeah.
L: Oh, yeah. Speaking about battles and stuff, want any sort of meal before that happens?
A2: Oh. Like a last meal, huh? Might be good to fight on a full stomach unless you want us to kick your ass.
T: Suggestion: Do not threaten the demon.
ANOMALY: What the hell is up with that bland girl's face? Whatever.
ANOMALY: A last meal, huh? That stuff that the nervous kid cooks is good. Whatever he cooks.
ANOMALY: Or maybe just a MRE. Eating the meal I got when I first came here. Fitting enough.
A2: Coffee or no coffee?
ANOMALY: Eugh. You already reek of the shit, no thanks. Unless you have cream on hand.
A2: What? Black is better.
ANOMALY: Cream.
A2: Black.
ANOMALY: Cream.
L: Cream.
T: Black.
This goes on for another solid twenty minutes. Mostly about whether defiling coffee is worth it to make it taste better.
After they're done with the debate, the buckets have been filled to overflowing.
ANOMALY: Whatever food you give me, I will eat. I will also accept coffee with cream.
A2: HAVE IT BLACK OR DON'T HAVE IT AT ALL. NO WONDER WHY YOU'RE A FUCKING DEMON.
ANOMALY: Bah. You must have bad tastes.
L and T can hardly hold in their giggles. Shocking, considering you hardly see T emote when not around Q.
Without any further work to be done, the three girls leave. Now, there is only blood ready to be spilt.

You know, have you had coffee with cream? You mostly just drink the shit raw because the caffeine is all that matters to you. Do you even have creamers?
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>Shot: Z, Q, and Delta to Bond(?). Try to convince it the regular cell maintenance will be required, which will involve cleaning and removal of it's meat on occasion.

Hoo boy. You silently pray to the Father or Jesus Christ or whatever weird gods an anomaly or an employee worships that this goes over well. The three employees (with Q keeping the somewhat recovering Delta upright) enter the containment cell.

AUTHORIZATION...DETECTED. SECURITY LOWERED. NOT DISABLED.
The walls and floors are even more coated in meat and scum. Your camera is partially covered, though still able to view the cell.
Employee Z proudly claps his hands and begins bellowing his horrid screech.
Z: HELLO, MR. BOSS MAN! I HEARD THAT YOU'VE BEEN A MIGHTY BIG PAIN IN THE ASS! THE GREAT AND WONDERFUL ZAYNE CAN HELP YOU OUT.
δ: dude shut the fuck up
The flesh ball pulsates. A tendril pokes out of it, sniffing the air.
ANOMALY: Interesting. A machine with gusto. Back in my day, the only machine with gusto was the facility AI.
ANOMALY: I wonder whatever happened to 2-1CK.
Q: We would wish to discuss your cell's arrangement. Regular cell repairs will be required to keep you safe.
Z: AND SORRY BUT WE CAN'T EXACTLY REPAIR A WALL WHEN YOU'RE SPREADING OUT LIKE A FAT BLOB! QUITE DISGUSTING, ACTUALLY. FILTHY BOY.
δ: fucking hell. But yeah, I'm an ETF, I work for Security. I can back these two claims up.
ANOMALY: I must spread the meat in order to have connections with this facility. As a general, I must have all knowledge o-
Z: NOW JUST WAIT A MOMENT! NO ONE SAID JACK DIDDLY FUCK ABOUT REMOVING A CONNECTION, YOU FUCKING IDIOT.
ANOMALY: What did you just call me?
Q: Employee Z. Please watch your tongue around a valued ass-
Z: LOOK. THERE IS MEAT EVERYWHERE. EVERY INCH OF THIS FLOOR. IT'S GASTLY.
Z: IS IT REALLY NECESSARY FOR EVERY SINGLE INCH TO BE CONNECTED TO EVERY OTHER INCH?
ANOMALY: Not strictly speaking, sirs.
Q: Despite our friend's crass tone, he is correct.
δ: Frankly, we don't want to bother this whole fucking...meat situation more than we need to. Just allow us to scrape some off here and there.
The flesh ball pulsates, trying to decide whether to listen to you or not. The tendril is aimed at the three.
ANOMALY: Hm. You know? This one is funny.
The ball points the tendril at Employee Z.
ANOMALY: I like the cut of his jib. Fine. I will allow LIMITED and I FUCKING REPEAT LIMITED disruption of my network.
ANOMALY: I can not let anomalies get the upper hand on me! But if it is necessary to repair my stronghold, then so be it.
δ: Thank you, sir. We'll discuss it with the other department heads and the Admin. Do you have any other comments?
ANOMALY: Why does it smell like salt in here?
Q: Worrying comment. Prepare your soldiers.
ANOMALY: To protect this facility.
δ: Face the fear.
Z: SOMETHING FUTURE.
With the tense permission of the anomaly, the three slowly exit the containment cell.
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>R, Bond with Velvet. Makes measures to ensure your not harmed or put on fire.
You were incredibly, incredibly tempted to have someone stuff that dog into the Salty Bathrobe. Due to obvious reasons, you have to let the dog enter the cell unclothed.

The fire that burns within me purifies my bloodline even moreso.
The anomaly is still kneeling on the floor. The flame are, thankfully, still cooler than usual.
Employee R doesn't mind the now-cooler containment cell. Though some is thanks to her adaption
R: Yawp!
This instantly grabs the attention of the velvet-draped flame. It snaps its head at the direction of the sound.
ANOMALY: What is this?
ANOMALY: A mangy mutt? What is this doing in my chambers room? Guards? GUARDS!
R: Hm?
Employee R tilts her head, clearly confused.
ANOMALY: Must I do everything myself?
ANOMALY: Shoo. I do not trifle with such low b...
The anomaly takes a closer look at Employee R. Its posture and voice softens, going from a roaring flame to a soft wisp.
ANOMALY: No, no. This isn't a stray. A royal Corgi? Such a lovely gift from the Queen.
It pats its lap.
ANOMALY: Come here. Sit.
Employee R is a bit hesitant to sit on the lap of something still on fire but does so. She curls up onto the anomaly's lap.
ANOMALY: Good girl. It has been a while since I've owned a dog myself.
It begins petting the dog. Employee R tries to ignore how burning hot said pets are.
ANOMALY: Though, it was hard to stomach owning one when such rabble rousers kept harassing and driving them away. Poor girls...
ANOMALY: What's your name, dear? Do you not have a collar?
ANOMALY: Hm. You seem like a Roxy. I like Roxys.
R: Woof.
ANOMALY: Adorable!
The two enjoy a moment of peace with each other. The flames cool down a bit more.
A moment of peace. A moment belonging to the past.
Even with her newfound heat resistance, Employee R can only handle such direct contact for so long.
She quickly hops off the lap before she gets any burns (or any worse burns)
ANOMALY: Cutting so soon? Disappointing but not unexpected. Go.
The flames start slowly heating up again, though not as quickly as you expected.
Employee R quickly runs out of here before the heat gets any worse.

Once out, you see that the underbelly of Roxy is pretty red. It's not a serious burn but it's shocking she didn't get anything worse.
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>Alpha and N, Appease Fortune, clean him and the room up
Yeah, this place is an utter mess. Might as well send in some of your better cleaners to clean that place up. The two walk to the cell, both glad they don't have to work on something harder.

The room is coated with clumps of tar and torn up pieces of paper.
α: Lord above, what the fuck happened in here?
N: Shenanigans. Tomfoolery.
α: Jeez. Sorry about what happened, Fortune. We'll clean you up, right?
N: Mmh.
The two begin their work. Alpha with cleaning Fortune directly, Employee N with cleaning the floors and walls.
There's a thick air of tension throughout the whole cell. One wrong move or one wrong statement and it could blow up like a casket.
α: I don't usually bust this out but you deserve it.
Alpha pulls out some metal polish from his bag. He begins wiping it all around Fortune, being very careful to not touch anything sensitive.
Employee N puts the fortunes and tar he cleans up into a trash bag.
N: Mmh. Good day's work, I'd say.
This goes on silently for another thirty minutes or so. Neither one wanting to make a move.
Such a disgrace. Media has no claim or basis in being honest, unlike me.
α: Whatever happened last hour, you did what you had to do.
α: I'd say you won that encounter.
It's clear that Alpha is trying to butter up the anomaly to hopefully improve the mood.
Employee N looks like he was about to say something but decides against it. Presumably something about how silly Alpha looks.
A vial filled with tar is spat out of the machine, with a piece of paper used as a stopper.
N: Hm? What's that?
Alpha goes to grab it, pulling out the paper and uncrumpling it.
ANOMALY: "Thank you. Your kind words do not fall on deaf ears."
The two simply nod at the machine. Not wanting to set off a delicate situation.
With some more cleaning of both the machine and the containment cell it stands in, the two leave.
Say what you will about the two but damn. This place looks spotless now.

"Any of it salvageable? I know the boss probably wants more tar than what's in the vial." Alpha muses to the janitor, shaking the vial.

Nicholas grunts. "Nah. Hard to both clean and save the byproducts. Got enough tar to fill that vial a bit more. Not much else."
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>Flesh: A to Bond

Employee A steps up to the chef, crossing his arms.
A: Sup. What's been going on, Arty?
The chef squints. It's clear he recognizes the nickname, at least.
ANOMALY: Yes? I do not require meat right now. I have cooked a meat close to Perfection.
A: Perfection, huh? I heard Vince talk about that. You really did a number on him.
ANOMALY: A chef must learn to reach Perfection. There is no other way to live. No other way to be.
ANOMALY: If you do not strive to keep improving, to keep groping for it, what will you become?
A: Man. I got a lot of things to improve on. Like not being mentally fucked with for days.
A: But constantly focusing on Perfection blinds you from other things, you know? Things that might also help you.
ANOMALY: Nonsense. You speak like Adam, that filthy cur of an apprentice. That BASTARD, oh, that bastard.
ANOMALY: He strived for imitate having Perfection. He couldn't put the hard work into actually reaching it!
ANOMALY: So he strived to make people think he was good enough. That his hard work wasn't wasted! That he didn't need to be the best.
The chef slams his fists onto the ground.
ANOMALY: NO! YOU MUST MAKE SACRIFICES! YOU MUST REACH THAT PERFECT STATE OF BEING! IF YOU DON'T REACH IT...
A: What's the point, you were going to say? I get that. Wanting to try to be the best.
A: But it's not just the pound of flesh and blood you pay, is it?
ANOMALY: What do you mean, flesh creature?
A: Perfection just isn't a thing here. You want to be the best that there can be but...
A: Can you really ever reach it? Who's to say Adam wasn't trying to reach Perfection too, in his own way?
ANOMALY: Nonsense! Perfection is Perfection, there is only one way to be PERFECT! Only one cut that's perfect.
ANOMALY: Only one temperature that's perfect for chicken!
ANOMALY: I must be perfect. I must be the best. I must show the world that these efforts were worth it! That these materials were not spent on a fantasy!
ANOMALY: Perfection is what I must strive for! Even if it takes my humanity, I must strive towards it!
ANOMALY: Why don't people understand that? Why don't people accept it? Why don't people try?
ANOMALY: I just want to be perfect. No one can see that. No one accepts that.
A: You're missing the forest for the trees here.
A: The journey is just as important as the destination. Preparing is just as important as the food being consumed.
A: Constantly rushing to an end isn't perfect. You miss out on the tiny details. The things that add soul.
A: Would you really be content if you were just made perfect right this moment?
ANOMALY: OF COURSE NOT! IT MUST BE EARNED!
A: Of course. You want to each it through effort.
A: And isn't that effort a result of the journey? You keep focusing on the wrong thing.
ANOMALY: But, I mus-
Is he right? Have I been missing something all this time?
A: I'll leave you to think on it. Good job on the meals. They smell excellent.
Employee A exits.
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>Y and D, Appease Sense, find out what it'll like to decorate it's room.
And finally, the TV. You're not sure how to really talk to it considering it's a fucking TV but hey.

Employee Y enters first with D following shortly behind. Mops in hand.
Y: I'm feeling lucky today. Let's do this.
D: So. This is the thing that made the hallway stink of tar and paper, huh?
Y: Well, the other machine did that, but this is the one that triggered it.
Employee D is the one who moves first.
D: I heard Opal talk about this. Something that the Wolf suggested.
Y: You mean that filthy D-Class?
D: Yeah. I'll clean the cell, you'll fiddle with the dials. Got it?
With a plan agreed, the director kneels down and fiddles with the dials.
Y: Alright. What do you want in your cell?
Employee Y twists the dial a little bit. A faint image flickers on the screen.
ANOMALY: "...landline for...only 2 A-Ener..."
Y: A landline? Huh. What else do you want?
He fiddles around with the dials a bit more. Another faint image fades in.
ANOMALY: "...hoes and bitches...XXX...."
ANOMALY: "...looking for...salt...."
ANOMALY: "...S-4M is our facility's...best...."
ANOMALY: "...Administrator #8...questioning planned...."
D: Got any answers from it?
Y: Hm. Yes, but not the answers you're thinking of. The fortune box is just one thing, one creature, right?
D: Where are you going with this?
Y: Maybe that's what they meant by "not the same spark". Okay. Anything else?
ANOMALY: "...new record...224 kills estimated....salt."
ANOMALY: "...give your love and support...[SPAMTOM G. SPAMTON]!"
Y: It's like fucking around with a spirit box.
D: Why do you know about those? You don't seem like the type.
ANOMALY: "...clown CLOWN CLOWN CLOWN CLOWN CLO..."
ANOMALY: "...please give me the code i need i...."
ANOMALY: "...MEAT. MEAT. MEAT. 88. MEAT. MEAT. MEAT."
The dial suddenly locks up when Employee Y tries turning it again.
Channel surfing again? You shouldn't be so lazy. Just watch our latest show at 5 PM EST!
Y: Huh.
D: Think that's about all you're going to get out of it. Shame.
Employee Y helps Employee D clean up the cell before the two leave.

Hm. An interesting reaction if nothing else. A better reaction that what it got when you tried Nurturing it, at least.
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Before you can process what energy amounts you collected and reading through the working notes, C-0RA finally snaps out of her trance.

"INTRUDER DETECTED! INTRUDER DETECTED! FLOOR THREE, FLOOR THREE!" She wails at you like a faulty fire alarm. "INTRUDER DETECTED! INTRUDER DETECTED! THREE FLOOR! THREE FLOOR?"

"Ah, shit, fuck! Where? S-4M, help find the location! C-0RA, clarify!"

S-4M automatically flips through your cameras to get to the third floor. What you see on the cameras and hear from C-0RA is hard to understand.

"INTRUDER IS: FELIX MOROZOV!"

Standing in front of five armed fighters are...well, there's two Felixs. Blonde hair, deadpan expression, same height. A copy of the other. You quickly take stock of what your fighters and the two Felixs have.

Agent K: BLESSED BLADE, Stab Resistant Vest, Security Helmet
Isabelle: Stun Baton, Arid Dress, Security Helmet, Disabler (as backup)
Ranger Zero: 9mm Pistol, Stab Resistant Vest, Security Helmet
Jack: Baseball Bat, Stab Resistant Vest, Disabler (as backup)
Felix #1: Throwing Knives, Stab Resistant Vest, Security Helmet, E.B.O.W (as backup)
Felix #2: Throwing Knives, Stab Resistant Vest, Security Helmet, E.B.O.W (as backup)
Future: HOLY BLADE, KNIGHT'S ARMOR

"Uh. What the fuck are we supposed to do here? These two look exactly the same!" Isabelle hisses, keeping a spare hand in case she needs to fire her disabler.

"Just shoot one of us already. I'm not in the mood for this." Felix #1 said. He's more annoyed at being stuck in the situation than being copied.

"Hey. Not my fault some cheap copycat waltzed in looking like me. I'd say shoot him." Felix #2 points at Felix #1.

"Uh. Sir. What the hell are we supposed to do?" Zero looks up at the camera, ready to shoot at a moment's notice.

Shit. You're not actually sure what to do in this situation but it's clear that one of them is copying the other. You're thinking to think of a way to tell them apart...

>Ask C-0RA? She's the one who altered you to the intruder, she might be able to tell.
>Ask S-4M? He had access to the cameras, maybe he can review the footage to see what happened?
>[HOPELESS WRECK] Just pick one randomly to beat senseless. Felix would understand, wouldn't he? (50/50 chance of picking the right one. Hitting the right target will obviously give you a huge advantage.)
>Wait, wait, an Invader probably reacts differently to Nice and Quiet. Play that. (May show you who's the fake but will mess with the meat soldiers and Future, who don't have earplugs.)
>[BOUND BY DUTY] You recognize him faintly. Maybe the copy isn't 100% perfect. Try finding any tiny defect in the copy... (Free action, DC 15 bo3. Success, you'll notice which one might be off. Failure, you'll just waste time staring at nothing.)
>Write in
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>>5161468
>"Twenty questions! Which limb did Celanine lose and which Corporation did we order the replacement from?"
>[BOUND BY DUTY] You recognize him faintly. Maybe the copy isn't 100% perfect. Try finding any tiny defect in the copy... (Free action, DC 15 bo3. Success, you'll notice which one might be off. Failure, you'll just waste time staring at nothing.)
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>>5161468
>Ask S-4M? He had access to the cameras, maybe he can review the footage to see what happened?
>[BOUND BY DUTY] You recognize him faintly. Maybe the copy isn't 100% perfect. Try finding any tiny defect in the copy... (Free action, DC 15 bo3. Success, you'll notice which one might be off. Failure, you'll just waste time staring at nothing.)
>Ask Felix something only he would know.
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>>5161485
+1
If they both fail
>"What were we doing on that picture in your old office?"

And alas if they fail again
>"Heads or Tails?"
>[HOPELESS WRECK] Just pick one randomly to beat senseless. Felix would understand, wouldn't he? (50/50 chance of picking the right one. Hitting the right target will obviously give you a huge advantage.)
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>>5161420
>AS LONG AS THERE IS A WOMAN IN THIS FACILITY, THIS SMOOTH MAMA WILL NEVER DIE!"
I'm not sure what to make of this. Does eating the stuff give you conditional immortality?

>k8: humans are weird, aren't they? seeing stuff that isn't there?
...

>He cracks open the briefcase.
Hey, good job Gamma!

>You can't expect any major changes done in a single session but V's posture and face begin to relax.
That's good; I hope he's not unrecoverably damaged.
We should pick up another physiatrist; the amount of headcases around here is growing ever higher.

>Blessing of Ansuz
Wow. That was honestly a long shot, but it worked out fantastically.

>Nothing. No burning, no swearing, nothing.
Huh. She's so obnoxiously cocky I was kinda hoping she wouldn't be able to handle it.

>Noted. I'll focus on preparing for that fight, unless you need backup.
Good. RBA is being pretty patient, but he won't last forever.

>SIRO: Yeah! Yeah! I'll be waiting for you, magic lady!
That went incredibly well. If Star was an employee, I'd be happy to send her in on the regular. But regular cross testing like that sounds like a recipe for major Fun down the line.

>ANOMALY: A last meal, huh? That stuff that the nervous kid cooks is good. Whatever he cooks.
I think that can be arranged.

>This goes on for another solid twenty minutes.
pfft.

>AUTHORIZATION...DETECTED.
This is either Q as Head, or the high Presence of the group.

>ANOMALY: I must spread the meat in order to have connections with this facility.
Now that is a juicy bit of info. If he's willing to work with us, I'm entirely willing to work with him on non-meat options for getting him vision and other niceties.

>ANOMALY: Not strictly speaking, sirs.
Presence is the way to go with him, for sure.
We did get the note about "being nice" as well, but I'm not sure that's connected to a stat. Bond or Appease maybe, kinda-ish? C or E or G2 possibly?

>ANOMALY: I like the cut of his jib. Fine. I will allow LIMITED and I FUCKING REPEAT LIMITED disruption of my network.
1-2 times a day max, then. Can do.

>Even with her newfound heat resistance, Employee R can only handle such direct contact for so long.
The oven issue is going to have to be addressed. Her cell already needs reinforcement due to being partially melted; when they fix it, could they also install a ventilation system or something?

>ANOMALY: "Thank you. Your kind words do not fall on deaf ears."
Alpha is a good guy.

>Got enough tar to fill that vial a bit more. Not much else."
Shame, but Fortune seems much happier, so I'm not too fussed.
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>>5161445
>ANOMALY: Yes? I do not require meat right now. I have cooked a meat close to Perfection.
So he has been improving, good.
We ought to actually retrieve his most recent meals.

>A: I'll leave you to think on it. Good job on the meals. They smell excellent.
Dang, A is doing work.
A lot more hints at Flesh's mind here. Adam was an apprentice, not the owner. He's a hardcore perfectionist. He is improving his craft with each dish albeit slowly.
>Even if it takes my humanity, I must strive towards it!
An interesting line, seeing as he is aware he's a droid; was he always one, or do most droids consider themselves to have 'humanity'?
It is with great reluctance that I suggest we open the fridge: Empty the stores of all of Flesh's meals for select D-class and Employees to eat as they desire. However, they will be expected to write their honest opinion of the dishes down, to be collected for Flesh to read.
Otherwise, I'm wondering how to put A's words into practice: how do we help him stop and smell the roses on occasion?

>Y: Hm. Yes, but not the answers you're thinking of. The fortune box is just one thing, one creature, right?
That's an interesting idea, that Sense isn't an individual, but a collective.
I'll be interested to see Y's work notes.

>Channel surfing again? You shouldn't be so lazy. Just watch our latest show at 5 PM EST!
Note: remember this time. Either this is the 5th hour, or we need to adjust for time zones.

I think asking a question and messing with the dials may be a technically functional but flawed way to interact with Sense. Maybe you only need to fiddle long enough to land on a single channel?
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>>5161468
>Standing in front of five armed fighters are...well, there's two Felixs. Blonde hair, deadpan expression, same height. A copy of the other. You quickly take stock of what your fighters and the two Felixs have.
After all the salt and ocean foreshadowing, I certainly wasn't expecting this.

>Ask C-0RA? She's the one who altered you to the intruder, she might be able to tell.
>Ask S-4M? He had access to the cameras, maybe he can review the footage to see what happened?
>[BOUND BY DUTY] You recognize him faintly. Maybe the copy isn't 100% perfect. Try finding any tiny defect in the copy... (Free action, DC 15 bo3. Success, you'll notice which one might be off. Failure, you'll just waste time staring at nothing.)
>Write in
>Check them for salt/ocean smell as best can be done
If the salt isn't unrelated, I'm thinking it may be a tie to metaphorical water, meaning rapid and easy change, meaning a shape-shifter. This is a pretty tenuous logic chain though.
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>>5161468
>Hey. Future can see souls or some shit. Maybe he can tell them apart.
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>>5161750
I can’t believe I forgot that aspect about him. Have a +1 for your troubles.
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>>5161750
+1
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>>5161750
We have never used Felix on future so I doubt that actions efficacy
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>>5161970
>>5161897
>>5161759
>>5161750
>>5161571
>>5161499
>>5161495
Consider his brother Jack is right there with them. Perhaps he would have a way to tell the real Felix apart?
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Think that's enough time to wait for a vote. First, DC 15 bo3 (d20) for the BOUND BY DUTY check. If you fail that, you'll try to use Future's soul ability to tell them apart.
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>5161979
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Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>5161979
Doot
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

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>>5161750
>Supporting.
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>17...SUCCESS

You quickly notice how uncomfortable Future is getting with the two copies. You try to think on why exactly before realizing...oh shit. He can probably see souls, can't he?

"Future. Do you might looking at their souls? Tell me which one of them is different." It's a bit of a long shot but it's a good backup option.

You check to see if he's looking at a specific one. He's staring at Felix #2. You quickly look over that Felix to see what might be tipping him off.

The stab-resistant vest wrapped around his chest doesn't look like it's made out of synthetic fibres. It's made of a material a lot thicker and sturdier. His eyes are also usually blue, yes, but they're not neon blue, last you checked.

"Too bright, too bright! TOO BRIGHT!" The knight stumbles back from the two. He damn near knocks over the other fighters in the process. "THE SOUL! THE SOUL IS TOO BRIGHT! THAT'S NOT A HUMAN!"

"Uh. Should we be worried?" AK tries her best to smugly chuckle but all that comes out is a weak 'heh'

"Employees. Strike at the copycat, now. His eyes are neon blue." You give the command. No point trying to hide that you know when Future had his sperg-out.

The second Felix is barely fazed by the callout. In fact, he's smiling wider than you've ever seen before. Too wide, the skin on his face twisting into a parody of a human smile. "Ah. Shame. You got me."

"Hrm. Wipe that shit eating grin, it looks awful on my face." Felix jokes(?) around, preparing his throwing arm.

The fake Felix rises up several feet into the air before his body begins to snap and crack. Like every one of his bones is being shattered at once. Felix and the Agent are hardly phased by this but the others are about ready to vomit just from the noises.

The copy begins to glow a blinding neon-blue light. Your fighters step back (though not without a few nearly stepping closer to it), keeping their weapons trained on the target.

"<<SsSsUcCh A sHaMeeee! ThAaAaTtT uUuSuAlLYyY wOrKsS!>>" A rough approximation of Felix's voice comes out of the fake's mouth. Wobbly and distorted, like it is speaking into a damaged fan. "<<oH wWeEeElLl! TiMe ToOoOo GoO fFfOrR a NeW rReCoRd!!!>>"

A thick film of fog flows down onto the third floor. Even with your ability to see being lowered, your camera systems can still detect what the Invader actually looks like. You're starting to understand why there was a copy to begin.

You never expected to see a giant fish twice as tall as one of your containment cubes before (and just as wide, if not wider.) It's a ugly, boney son of a bitch with a gaping maw filled to the brim with razor sharp teeth, with various neon signs ("FREE ROOM", "OPEN 24/7", "VACANY OPEN") covering it.

And hanging from its head is the mangled body of the fake Felix. Glowing a bright, wonderous blue.

BRAWL AGAINST THE NEON SLASHER!
THREAT CLASSIFACTION: PREDATOR
LETHALITY RISK: RECORD-BREAKING
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SPECIAL CONDITION: NO MERCY! THERE IS NO SAFE ATTACK WITH THIS INVADER! FAILURES WILL BE FAR MORE PUNISHING!

Success: 3+ on d4s, 4+ on d6s and d8s, Rangers roll an extra dice whenever they roll a 6 (ability doesn't proc on extra dice)

Felix: 8d4 (+1 from Detached, +1 from ???, +1 from Training Room, +2 with Throwing Knives)
Agent K: 6d6 (+2 from BLESSED BLADE, 6s count as two successes, 1s count as -1 Success)
Isabelle: 8d6 (+1 from Stun Baton, +1 from Arid Dress, +2 from Militant)
Jack: 7d4 (+3 from Death Seeker, +1 from Baseball Bat, may add +1 to any of his FORCE dice.)
Ranger Zero: 8d6 (+2 from Traits, +2 from Pistol)
Future: 8d8 (+2 from HOLY BLADE, may add +1 to two of his FORCE dice)

>Due to the Invader failing to ambush them, your fighters are more than ready to kill it. For this turn, you may reroll up to four 1s total that your fighters roll.
>Paper Dice count: 2. You may burn one to fully reroll all of a fighter's FORCE dice OR to gain an extra chance to succeed a d20 roll.

How do you want to deal with this threat?
>C'mon. Aim for the literal glowing bit. It should easy enough to hit. (DC: 32 successes. Success will give you a quick, easy hit to damage it. Failure will result in a nice snack for the Invader.)
>No, you don't want to get too close to the mouth. Aim to strike at the body. (DC: 35 successes. Success will damage the Invader a lot more than the above choice, failure will lead to a fighter getting severely injured.)
>[BOUND BY DUTY] "FIRE!" Order the meat men to shoot. Hope to god that they listen. (DC: 15, bo2. If success, roll 8d4 as extra Success dice. If failure, 4d4 instead.)
>[HOPELESS WRECK] Didn't you repair one of your Invaders for a situation like this? Get Bill to boot the metal beast NOW. (Costs 6 A-Energy but should be here within a turn.)
>okay yeah you need backup for this (Who do you want to call? The more you try to call, the longer it'll take for them to get armed and to the third floor.)
>No, no, you got a better idea. (Write in. What do you want to do?)

(Sorry for the delay, got caught up in shit. To avoid making this a slogfest that takes up a good chunk of the thread, I'll be aiming for quicker updates [like two per day if I can manage it] during combat sections.)
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Rolled 1, 1, 1, 3, 2, 1, 4, 1 = 14 (8d4)

>>5164186
>[BOUND BY DUTY] "FIRE!" Order the meat men to shoot. Hope to god that they listen. (DC: 15, bo2. If success, roll 8d4 as extra Success dice. If failure, 4d4 instead.)

Rolling for Felix.
I'm not sure what's the point in having d4s and d6s when the success chance is identical for bith.
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>>5164188
...I hope I rolled all the 1s for this combat already
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Rolled 1, 6, 4, 1, 6, 1, 8, 7 = 34 (8d8)

>>5164186
>[BOUND BY DUTY] "FIRE!" Order the meat men to shoot. Hope to god that they listen. (DC: 15, bo2. If success, roll 8d4 as extra Success dice. If failure, 4d4 instead.)
rolling for Future
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>>5164188
>>5164195
Woah, woah, hold your horses. Guess I should've clarify but you guys need to select an attack plan first (C'mon, aim for the glowing bit or No, you don't wanna get too close to the mouth)

Secondly, for the fire bit, you need to roll a d20 first.
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>5164186
>>5164207
My attack plan vote is
>No, you don't want to get too close to the mouth. Aim to strike at the body. (DC: 35 successes. Success will damage the Invader a lot more than the above choice, failure will lead to a fighter getting severely injured.)
and rolling the d20 for the fire bit
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>>5164186
>>5164207
>No, you don't want to get too close to the mouth. Aim to strike at the body. (DC: 35 successes. Success will damage the Invader a lot more than the above choice, failure will lead to a fighter getting severely injured.)
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Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>5164224
d20 was best of 2, right?
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Rolled 1, 3, 1, 4 = 9 (4d4)

>>5164224
>>5164227
>DC: 15, bo2
got 7 and 10, fuck this shit
>If failure, 4d4 instead
Rolling that now
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>>5164224
>>5164227
Yep. Unless you wanna try burning a Paper Dice right now, that'll be a 4d4 (when I get enough votes for an attack plan to be settled on. I usually wait for when people have settled on an attack plan first)
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>>5164163
>"<<oH wWeEeElLl! TiMe ToOoOo GoO fFfOrR a NeW rReCoRd!!!>>
Welp. Either this thing is related to Sense, or that was a dead end.

>No, you don't want to get too close to the mouth. Aim to strike at the body. (DC: 35 successes. Success will damage the Invader a lot more than the above choice, failure will lead to a fighter getting severely injured.)
>[BOUND BY DUTY] "FIRE!" Order the meat men to shoot. Hope to god that they listen. (DC: 15, bo2. If success, roll 8d4 as extra Success dice. If failure, 4d4 instead.)
>[HOPELESS WRECK] Didn't you repair one of your Invaders for a situation like this? Get Bill to boot the metal beast NOW. (Costs 6 A-Energy but should be here within a turn.)
These shouldn't be mutually exclusive, so let's try them all.
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>>5164186
>C'mon. Aim for the literal glowing bit. It should easy enough to hit. (DC: 32 successes. Success will give you a quick, easy hit to damage it. Failure will result in a nice snack for the Invader.)
>[BOUND BY DUTY] "FIRE!" Order the meat men to shoot. Hope to god that they listen. (DC: 15, bo2. If success, roll 8d4 as extra Success dice. If failure, 4d4 instead.)
>[HOPELESS WRECK] Didn't you repair one of your Invaders for a situation like this? Get Bill to boot the metal beast NOW. (Costs 6 A-Energy but should be here within a turn.)
>okay yeah you need backup for this (Spike, T)
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>>5164186
>No, you don't want to get too close to the mouth. Aim to strike at the body. (DC: 35 successes. Success will damage the Invader a lot more than the above choice, failure will lead to a fighter getting severely injured.)
>[BOUND BY DUTY] "FIRE!" Order the meat men to shoot. Hope to god that they listen. (DC: 15, bo2. If success, roll 8d4 as extra Success dice. If failure, 4d4 instead.)
>[HOPELESS WRECK] Didn't you repair one of your Invaders for a situation like this? Get Bill to boot the metal beast NOW. (Costs 6 A-Energy but should be here within a turn.)
We've got A-energy to spare and this thing is going to be brutal, might as well go all out.
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>>5164273
+1
Got to love an easily visible target
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Aight, looks like you're going for the harder one. I'll still count the two d20s for before as the result of the BOUND BY DUTY thing unless you wanna burn a Paper Dice

>Burn one
>4d4 is fine, let's save the dice for next time.

You can start rolling for the Fighters now. You should know how to roll their dice. I won't be counting the Felix and Future rolls from before, so it's a clean slate for them.
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>>5164425
+1
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Rolled 7, 2, 8, 1, 8, 3, 4, 5 = 38 (8d8)

>>5164672
Rollin for Future.
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Rolled 5, 5, 4, 1, 6, 6, 6, 2 = 35 (8d6)

>>5164672
>4d4 is fine, let's save the dice for next time.

Isabelle
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>>5164689
>666 success, right next to one another

Meme magic is real. This gotta have some sort of positive effect for Isabelle.
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>>5164672
>I won't be counting the Felix and Future rolls from before, so it's a clean slate for them.
REDEMPTION TIME
Rolling for Jack! (Jack! He's a psycho maniac! Das rite!)
https://youtu.be/gre-o_tsumk?t=66
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Rolled 3, 4, 2, 4, 4, 2, 3 = 22 (7d4)

>>5164714
ok there
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>>5164723
put that
>may add +1 to any of his FORCE dice
on one of those 2 to make it a 3, so 6 of the 7 die are successes
but I'm reading the post and it says
>Jack: 7d4 (+3 from Death Seeker, +1 from Baseball Bat, may add +1 to any of his FORCE dice.)
So shouldn't that be an 8d4 and not 7d4, assuming 4d4 is the default and the +1s add to the number of die rolled and NOT the values of the die rolled?
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>>5164730
3d4 is the default for non-combat trained employees. +3 extra dice from Death Seeker, another extra die from the Bat. 3+3+1 is seven, no?

The "+1 to any of his FORCE dice" means you can raise the number of a die you just rolled by one. I suppose better wording would be "you can add +1 to one of your rolls".

Combat Training (Which everyone but Jack has) increases the amount of dice you have from 3d4 to 4d6.
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>>5164738
>3d4 is the default for non-combat trained employees
Cool thanks for clarifying
>Which everyone but Jack has
Damn, we should get that remedied if Jack survives this
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>>5164681
Adding +1s to 1 and 3.
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Rolled 3, 3, 4, 2, 5, 4 = 21 (6d6)

>>5164186
Rolling for Agent K!
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Rolled 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 1, 2, 2 = 16 (8d4)

>>5164672
Hope our old buddy does well
Felix
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>>5164757
Paper dice time lmao
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>>5164758
That alright Gents?
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>>5164672
>Burn one
23/35 + 8d6 + 4d4 doesn't seem like good odds.
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I'll ask for what resources you wanna burn when I'll see Ranger Zero's dice but damn, Felix jobbed hard.
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Rolled 4, 2, 2, 2, 4, 1, 3, 1 = 19 (8d6)

>>5164672
Rolling for zero

>>5164762
I'm cool with burning it on that Felix roll, those are some awful results.
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>>5164793
holy SHIT I didn't do much better
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Fuck's sake, I keep forgetting to delete my trip.
>>5164793
That's a wrap!
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>Zero only got two successes

Okay, time to ask the class how they wanna spend their resources on rerolls. You got two paper dice that are full rerolls and four rerolls for any 1s you roll.

How do you wanna spend the dice:tm:?

>Burn a dice on Felix.
>Burn a dice on Ranger Zero
>Burn a dice to try getting 8d4 outta the meat men.
>Save them and take the loss.

You can pick multiple if you want.
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>>5164801
>Burn a dice on Felix
>Use 1 rerolls on Ranger Zero
Thoughts on using the second dice on the MEAT MEN? If we have the resources, we ought to use them instead of burying them in a field and waiting. I swear if we JOB...
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>>5164801
Well, AK also didn't roll great, so

>Burn a dice on Agent K
That's another option.

Also wait until a majority forms before going for the reroll, I don't want to negate a roll because you jumped the gun.
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>>5164801
>Burn a dice on Ranger Zero
We can reroll Felix's or Zero's 1's if they still job.
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>>5164749
3/6 successes

>>5164757
2/8 successes

>>5164793
2/8 successes

>>5164801
>Burn a dice on Felix
Ranger Zero is more robust in stamina compared to Felix yeah? Let's burn the paper dice on Felix then. I now appreciate the value of these Paper Dice and the value of Fortune for giving us the papers for it.
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>>5164801
>Burn a dice on Felix
>Reroll 2 1's on Zero, one on Isabelle, and one on Future
Okay, we may still be able to salvage this.
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>>5164801
Anons got greedy, and now one of our employees will pay for it.
>Burn a dice on Ranger Zero
Don't you fuckers forget that Rangers get to roll another dice on every 6 they get.

Also, what about Felix's E.B.O.W? That fucker lowers the DC by 3 on a success, it really shouldn't be a backup weapon.

>>5164808
Considering AK can also achieve -1 Successes, I consider her more of a detriment than an asset in any fight that gets down to the wire, even with +2 Successes per crit. All it takes is for her to fucking gob it to ruin our already slim chances of hitting the DC, and we already needed to succeed with all but 10 rolls out of our collective 45.
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>>5164854
>That fuckers lowers the DC by 3 on a success, it really shouldn't be a backup weapon
Backup just means it's not the main weapon they use for combat, not that they are unable to use it period. Since by itself, the EBOW doesn't strictly do damage.

Suppose "secondary" would be more fitting. Regardless, so far we have three for Felix and two for Zero so far. I'll wait for thirty minutes and if another vote doesn't come in, reroll time.

In the meantime, you can have Felix roll a d20, DC 13, bo1 to fire off his EBOW this round if you want. Sorry for the confusion.
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>Burn a Dice on Zero
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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>5164863
No problems, I'll roll the EBOW d20z
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>>5164884
My man.
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Welp, we got a tie on the dice burning. I'm probably gonna roll a 1d2 to decide unless someone changes their mind soon.

>>5164884
nice
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>>5164918
In all honesty, does Felix have a special ability on hitting 4s that would make him the superior pick? Because if Felix doesn't, then Zero is the objectively superior play with her Ranger ability of Extra Dice on every 6.
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>>5164918
Actually, I'll change my vote to Zero. I forgot about the extra dice on 6's.
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Don't job on us now, Zero! Hopefully Felix survives.
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Zero it is!

Reroll her dice, you fools. Roll them and pray she doesn't job.
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Rolled 4, 1, 6, 2, 5, 2, 6, 6 = 32 (8d6)

>>5164934
ZERO!
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>>5164934
>>5164936
Want me to roll the 3 extra dice, or another anon?
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>>5164937
At this point, whatever you feel might bring you the most luck. We're on a hellstorm right now, baby.
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Rolled 5, 6, 4 = 15 (3d6)

>>5164939
Alrighty QM!
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>>5164940
>>5164936
>Eight successes
Holy shit, what a beautiful reroll
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Future: 6
Isabelle: 6
Jack: 6
Agent K: 3
Felix: 2
Zero: 8

31/32. Roll for the meat men now. 4d4, you can make this.
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>>5164936
So reroll the 1 on her and the rest on Felix?
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Rolled 3, 1, 1, 2 = 7 (4d4)

>>5164943
Rolling for meat men.
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>>5164943
Unless anons want me to roll this one as well, I'll step aside and let another share in the glory.

>>5164945
Don't forget Future's last +1, could make the difference mate.
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>>5164946
>only one success
jesus fucking christ you guys are on the edge with these rolls.

Feel free to reroll whatever 1s you see fit, you just BARELY passed with the help of the E.B.O.W. (Remember the special condition, though)
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>>5164953
Could we save it for another turn, or is that not possible?

If not, I suggest Zero, Future, and Felix.
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>>5164955
>>Due to the Invader failing to ambush them, your fighters are more than ready to kill it. For this turn, you may reroll up to four 1s total that your fighters roll.
It WAS meant to be a one turn bonus to benefit your guys being prepared to kill it but eh, I think your poor luck shows you're gonna need that in the pocket.

You can save it if you want. No need to burn them now.

Regardless, you just barely succeeded thanks to the E.B.O.W. Writing, unless someone wants to burn the dice to prevent Felix from jobbing too hard.
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>>5164956
How bad does Felix job it? Is it just embarrassing, or should we be concerned about it?
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>>5164689
>>5164936
Luckchad, I kneel
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>>5164959
A bit of both but he's probably not going to be instantly killed over it.
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>>5164976
So I'm just gonna assume it isn't a severe injury, as stated in the failure condition that we succeed in, and just calm down. I trust your judgement in this matter Overseer, so if you say it isn't a major concern, I'll believe it.
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>>5164953
>SPECIAL CONDITION: NO MERCY! THERE IS NO SAFE ATTACK WITH THIS INVADER! FAILURES WILL BE FAR MORE PUNISHING!

Ah, is that what you meant by special condition? I see now.
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>>5164992
With the Autodoc and Trauma Kits, anything short of "immediately fatal" and "will die in the next 10 seconds" is curable. Thank the Father we invested in those early on.
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>>5165041
We need to invest in more medical equipment. We need to use our equipment more, like Delectable Jaws on employees doing extraction works, and more
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Before any of the fighters on the third floor can move, one of the paper dice you bought suddenly gets ripped into dozens of tiny pieces. Huh. You're not exactly sure why.

Felix pulls back his arm and tosses a throwing knife as hard as he can. The knife grazes the fish's body, leaving only a minor flesh wound. For his issue, the fake Felix snaps upright and throws a knife right at Felix. It lands and sinks deep into his shoulder.

"FUCK!"

"Get back!" Future steps in front of the injured man. Felix gets the hint and goes to the back, readying his EBOW in the process. Unlike the sloppy attack from before, the knight lunges forward and stabs his sword DEEP into the fish's body.

"<<HeYyY! nOoOo FaIiIr! HeE wAsSs MmMmYyY kIiIlLl!>>" The fish hisses in pain. It tries to get a bite on the knight but only manages to chip its teeth against the armor.

Agent K moves in to slash at the fish as well, aiming to deepening the flesh wound Felix left. She manages to succeed in doing that but not much else. She sighs disappointingly at her sloppy sword work before sliding back to avoid losing her arm to a fish bite (only receiving a nasty gash in the process)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIT3fkjoVTU

Jack steps up to the plate, gripping his baseball bat as tightly as humanly possible. He flashes a smile filled with yellowed teeth. "C'mon, you fuckin' copy cat! Hit me with your best shot!"

The lure quickly throws two knives at Jack but with some quick swings with his bat, the knives get embedded into the bat instead of his soft flesh. Without any further waiting, he puts all of his body weight into his swing, smashing at hard as he can into the boney fish.

CRACK!

Cracks form all around the impact site like he just hit a glass pane. "<<OoOoOoWwWwW! HuUuUrTtYyY!>>" The fish sloppily crawls back through the hallway, scratching deep gashes into the nearby walls and nearly nicking the airlock doors of the two anomalies you have here.

Isabelle doesn't let it get too far away. The dress allows her to get to it in record time. She quickly swings her stun baton on the cracked surface, causing it to outright shatter. Neon blue blood flows from it, staining the floors and baton with it.

She reels back her fist and smashes it into the exposed soft skin, ripping out a chunk of blue flesh in the process. The wide smile spreading across her face gets even wider as she bits into it and spits it out. "TIME FOR SOME FUCKING SEAFOOD! C'MON, GET BACK HERE!"

You tap your microphone. Ready to give the signal. You try to put on a commanding voice but it comes out a bit too squeaky for your liking. "FIRE!"

Only a few meat men fire but that's not the firepower that makes a difference. As the slasher charges forward in an attempt to ram straight through your fighters, the Ranger raises her gun up. And at the same time, in Containment Cell B, a new fortune is spat out.

"Ranger Zero will aim true."
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BANG!

A hail of small meat bullets and a single dart laced with a paralytic agent are overshadowed by the 9mm bullet piercing into the soft flesh on the inside of the creature's mouth.

"<<JuDdGgGeE! tHhHhEeEyY hUrRtT mEmEmE! rRrEeEdDdOoO!>>" It wails in pain, screeching to a halt. This gives Isabelle enough time to back away before being turned into a human pancake, just in the nick of time.

The mist flooding the floor gets heavier and heavier around the invader. Soon, even your upgraded cameras can't see where it is, hidden underneath an incredibly thick layer of mist. The only thing visible is the glowing lure.

>If using a ranged weapon, the fighter rolls one less FORCE dice. The E.B.O.W DC has increased by 2.

Luckily, backup has arrived. A mass of gears, wiring, and cogs forced into the rough approximation of a humanoid form. A foul greenish-yellow liquid is spilling out of it. And clinging onto this horrid beast is an equally horrid green clown.

Wait what? You didn't call for him.

>The Metal Beast will attack without regard of any of your commands. The QM will roll a d20 to determine how well its attack plays out, after you pick an attack plan.
>THE CLUWNE HAS BEEN ENGAGED. HONK!

B2: Stun Baton, IED and three Banana Cream pies (DC 12 (10 without the fog), Bo1 per pie thrown. On a successful hit, the cluwne can add -1 to one of his rolls) (Backup), Stab Resistant Vest
FORCE: 6d6 (+1 from Stun Baton, +1 from ROBUST, succeeds on 1-3 instead of 4-6. You may reroll one of his 6s by burning a "reroll a 1" charge)

Rerolls left: 4 "reroll a 1, or a 6 if it's the Cluwne", one Paper Die.

How do you want to deal with the new-found fog and hopefully get another hit on the invader?
>The glowing bit is the only thing you can see through the haze of fog. Make them aim at that, better than blind firing. (DC: 34. On a success, you'll remove a method of attack and damage it some more. On a failure, <<SnAcCkKk TiIiMmEe!>>)
>Stand back and wait for it to come out first. Then strike it when it does. (DC: 37. On a success, the already injured invader will be severely injured. On a failure, it will trample right through your employees.)
>[HOPELESS WRECK] You're going to flush him out. Order your ranged fighters to fire everything they have. (DC: 8 but only with Felix's and Ranger Zero's dice [7d4 and 7d6 respectively, with the fog penalty]. Success or failure, they'll burn through most of their ammo, but on a success they'll damage it enough to lure it out of cover for an easier killing blow.)
>[BOUND BY DUTY] Order the meat men who didn't fire into firing again. (Automatic success but will only offer 3d4 dice. If you let them recover for a turn, you can try going for a 8d4)
>Activate the I.E.D and/or use the E.B.O.W to try evening the odds. (Select which one(s) you want to use. I.E.D will hit automatically but damage will be randomly rolled with a d100, E.B.O.W is a DC 15 Bo1 roll.)
>Write in

(Meant to post earlier but I overslept.)
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Felix: 7d4 (+1 from Detached, +1 from ???, +1 from Training Room, +2 with Throwing Knives, -1 from the Mist.)
Agent K: 6d6 (+2 from BLESSED BLADE, 6s count as two successes, 1s count as -1 Success, +??? is about to activate next round.)
Isabelle: 8d6 (+1 from Stun Baton, +1 from Arid Dress, +2 from Militant)
Jack: 7d4 (+3 from Death Seeker, +1 from Baseball Bat, may add +1 to any of his FORCE dice.)
Ranger Zero: 7d6 (+2 from Traits, +2 from Pistol, 01 from the Mist
Future: 8d8 (+2 from HOLY BLADE, may add +1 to two of his FORCE dice)
CLUWNE: 6d6 (+1 from Stun Baton, +1 from ROBUST, succeeds on a 3 or lower.)

Just for ease of reference.
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>>5165793
>The glowing bit is the only thing you can see through the haze of fog. Make them aim at that, better than blind firing. (DC: 34. On a success, you'll remove a method of attack and damage it some more. On a failure, <<SnAcCkKk TiIiMmEe!>>)
Considering how much trouble we had last turn, I'm not feeling the more ambitious option.
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>>5165793
>Activate E.B.O.W to try evening the odds. (DC 15 Bo1 roll.)
>[HOPELESS WRECK] You're going to flush him out. Order your ranged fighters to fire everything they have. (DC: 8 but only with Felix's and Ranger Zero's dice [7d4 and 7d6 respectively, with the fog penalty]. Success or failure, they'll burn through most of their ammo, but on a success they'll damage it enough to lure it out of cover for an easier killing blow.)

Do the Meatmen count towards the DC 8?
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>>5165839
They're ranged. They would be 100% unavailable next round if you use them, though. Depends if you want a backup amount of dice later or some easy dice now.
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>>5165793
>The glowing bit is the only thing you can see through the haze of fog. Make them aim at that, better than blind firing. (DC: 34. On a success, you'll remove a method of attack and damage it some more. On a failure, <<SnAcCkKk TiIiMmEe!>>)
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>>5165839
+1, I fancy our odds with this plan than attempting a successful 34 DC. Can we trigger the Meatmen if our attempt with the EBOW fails?
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>>5165839
+1, play it safe
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>>5165799
>+??? is about to activate next round.
Seems the weather forecast is calling for some red mist

>>5165839
+1
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Alright, seems like we're going for the Hopeless Wreck path. Let's see how Felix's and Ranger Zero's dice play out before you worry about the meat men or the E.B.O.W.
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Rolled 1, 4, 1, 4, 2, 2, 1 = 15 (7d4)

>>5166615
Oh boy here we go rolling again.
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Rolled 1, 3, 5, 3, 1, 4, 2 = 19 (7d6)

>>5166615
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Welp. Wanna burn through those four 1 rerolls? I'm only counting four successes right now.

>YES
>YES
>no

Someone can also roll for the E.B.O.W DC if they want to.
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>>5166778
>Yes
Fuck me.
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>5166778
>YES

EBOW
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>>5166778
>YES
>YES
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Alright, go ahead and reroll some 1s, fuckos. Hope you get a 6 from Ranger Zero's two ones.
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>>5166778
Yes
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Rolled 1, 2 = 3 (2d6)

>>5166871
Fun
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>>5166871
>>5166963
Alright, since Zero and Felix are sucking ass this encounter, I think it's clear that we ain't getting anywhere without burn up another fate dice. Question is, do we really want to burn it now or later?

Personally, I'm not feeling hot on our luck recently.
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Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d4)

>>5166770
Rollin for Felix.
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>>5167130
Well, the shooters're fucked.
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Jesus christ, your luck is horrid today. Wanna ask Daddy Fortune via the Paper Dice to get you outta this jam?

>YES. MAKE FELIX NOT A JOBBER (-1 Paper Die, full reroll on Felix)
>YES. MAKE ZERO NOT A JOBBER (-1 Paper Die, full reroll on Zero)
>NO.
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>>5167152
>No
Hopefully the most we suffer is just having less ammo, even with the special effect. Eurgh. Have Future guard Felix or something, he's already injured.
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>>5167152
>NO.
Failure be merciful.
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>>5167152
>NO
There goes the neighborhood!
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>>5167152
>>NO.
I don't trust Fortune enough; it would cost us something we aren't going to want to pay.
Plus, don't forget we've still got RBA's fight later today, and we've burned the last of our rerolls.
Welp, fire up the miracle medial machine.


So anons, while we stew on our awful luck, any ideas on how to improve our odds during the next scrap? We've already got pretty solid Employees with decent gear on the job. Better employees? Better training? Better gear? Something else?

Maybe we need a dedicated squad of hardcore dedicated combat troopers. X-company are the hardcore combat guys, right? Maybe we can buy some guys on them.
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Rolled 9 (1d20)

I'm not gonna ask you to roll for the meat men since even if all of them succeeded, you would still fall.

Fret not, for you still have the Metal Beast to do some damage to (hopefully) make the next check easier, to balance out your HIDEOUS luck. Let's see how much it does on it's own. Higher is better and all.
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>>5167459
Training so we get d6s and d8s for our fighting people
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>>5165799
So, uh, taking a look at the odds, I dunno how we could have pulled this off: https://anydice.com/program/26ed7
Move the 'Data' to "At Least" to see the odds of reaching each number of successes.
If my math is off, let me know.
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>>5167566
Slightly off. d4's succeed on a 3+, while the rest succeed on a 4+. You had d4's succeed on a 4 and other dice succeed on a 5+.
Better odds but still not great: https://anydice.com/program/26ed9
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>>5167566
>>5167573
I'll admit that my DCs might've been a bit too high. Supposed I thought adding in the clown would've balanced it out a bit more (and I might've been a bit overzealous since you had so many extra rerolls to burn through)

I'll try to adjust the DCs, though, in case they seemed unfair. Wasn't my intention to.
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>>5167575
I mean it's also just terrible rolls in this case, given that I tested just Felix and Zero, and their odds of success were pretty solid: https://anydice.com/program/26edc
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>>5167575
Yea, I was hoping to get in some reinforcements to even shit out. We really got lucky on our reroll, we would've gotten fucked otherwise.

>>5167580
When you also calculate our odds with the extra 4 rolls, it becomes insanely unlucky. The Dice God really don't like Felix or Zero this encounter.
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>>5167573
Drat. I thought those values seemed low...

>>5167575
>I'll try to adjust the DCs, though, in case they seemed unfair. Wasn't my intention to.
It's ok. Trying to figure out complex odds like these can be a massive headache without a tool like anydice and enough patience to figure out how to use it. A lot of QMs barely even consider the actual odds involved in, say, Bo3 1d20 crits override before committing to it.

>>5167580
For future reference, you can have multiple outputs on anydice. In this case, you could have just added " output F + ZERO named "F and Zero" " as an extra line to https://anydice.com/program/26ed9 . It's a neat trick for breaking out more complex totals.
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It all happens in a flash. Your melee fighters stand back as Felix and the Ranger fire their weapons blindly into the fog, hoping to hit the slasher. You're not sure why but these guys were being insanely sloppy this time around.

Bullets and knives get thrown willy nilly into the fog. Yet you hardly hear anything after the bulletstorm has calmed down. The floor is dead quiet now.

"...Did we kill it?" Felix huffs and puffs. He stands behind Future, not wanting to get another knife launched into his gut.

"HONK! HONK, HONK HONK HONK!" The cluwne points wildly into the mist. You wonder what exactly got him freaking out when a flurry of knives get launched back towards the ranged fighters, along with a bullet or three ricocheting back.

"SHIT! DUCK!" The ranger attempts to dodge roll out of the way as the knives bounce all over the damn place. A knife sinks into her leg and a bullet sinks into her arm while most of the rest get blocked by Future or impale fruitlessly into the metal beast.

Felix nearly had one of the knives impale right into his forehead but it merely grazed past the side of his head. It nicks the cluwne on its path.

Shit. If you fail again like that, they'll probably get domed in the head. And you're not even sure if the magic healing machine could do much then.

Before you can try figuring out how to rectify the situation, the metal beast charges forward into the fog. You can't tell what happens, neither can your quickly tiring out employees, but what you do see is something glowing slowly getting dragged out of the fog.

"<<OwWwW! wEeE wEeEeE fRiEnDsS! lEmMmMMeEeE gOoOoO!>>" The fish squirms, trying to get out of the beast's grasp. The fake Felix squirming as the lure has a bullet hole and knife sticking through it. Seems like there was some damage after all.

>Zero: 2/8 bullets left
>Felix: Out of knives!

Seems like S-4M noticed that shit was getting fucky wucky because you see that huge, bulky Spike robot storming onto the battle scene.

Agent K shakes her head at this display of bad luck, incompetence, or both. She shifts her stance to stand as straight up as humanly possible. She cracks her shoulders. "Time to stop fucking around. I want to take a break."

The BLESSED BLADE glows in response to its users EGO, shifting into an off-red tint. You're not sure what she's doing to make it do that but your FORCE readers are going off the charts.

Hopefully now that the Metal Beast has dragged it out of the Mist, you can hopefully get a killing blow on it before you have to try again. If not, people are leaving in body bags.

You silently pray.

Agent K: 8d8 (+4 from SANTICIFED BLADE, -1 success on 1s, +1 success on 8s, may reroll one die per turn)
SPIKE: 7d8 (Default)
Felix: 6d4 (+2 from Traits [one unknown], +1 from Training Room)
Ranger Zero: 8d6 (Same as before but she's being to bleed out...)
Rest: The same

(got caught up in something. sorry for delay.)
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>>5168797
Don't worry mate, we understand that shit happens.
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How do you want to hopefully end this one and for all?
>Throw every single body you have at it. You do not care how risky it is, you need that thing dead right now. (Successes needed: 34. Whether success or failure, you feel like someone's going to die because of this. On success though, this thing will 100% be dead.)
>One death isn't something you could ever tolerate. Tell them to disable it as quickly and efficient as they can without putting themselves in danger. (Successes: 37. On a success, you'll deal enough damage to make the creature a non-threat and without risking a life. On a failure, you'll weaken it but it'll have enough time to severely injure or kill an employee before you could try to restrain it.)
>[BOUND BY DUTY] Try your best to make up a convincing rattling cry. You need everyone to be on their damn A-Game with this. (DC: 15 bo3. A convincing enough write in will make this slightly easier. On success, you'll be able to reroll up to five of their 1s. On a failure, up to three 1s they roll will count as -1 success.)
>[HOPELESS WRECK] You want to scream at this thing. TELL IT TO GO FUCK OFF ALREADY. YELL AS LOUD AS YOU CAN. (DC: 14 bo1. A wrathful enough write in will make this slightly easier. On success, you'll confuse/scare the Invader, lowering the successes you need to beat by 2. On failure, you just creep everyone out, and not in a good way.)
>USE EVERYTHING TO EVEN THE ODDS. (Select the IED, E.B.O.W, or Meat Men to try evening the odds. You can select multiple. Same DCs as before.)
>You don't trust your luck. Smash the Emergency Option button. (Will almost certainly get you out of this situation but you won't be able to use it for a long while.)

(Been wrangling anydice and hopefully I understand the device well enough to make the DCs not so "dude what the fuck", whether too easy or too hard.)
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>>5168797
Shit. Just noticed a major typo
"She's beginning to bleed out"

Always double read.
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>>5168825
>One death isn't something you could ever tolerate. Tell them to disable it as quickly and efficient as they can without putting themselves in danger. (Successes: 37. On a success, you'll deal enough damage to make the creature a non-threat and without risking a life. On a failure, you'll weaken it but it'll have enough time to severely injure or kill an employee before you could try to restrain it.)
>[BOUND BY DUTY] Try your best to make up a convincing rattling cry. You need everyone to be on their damn A-Game with this. (DC: 15 bo3. A convincing enough write in will make this slightly easier. On success, you'll be able to reroll up to five of their 1s. On a failure, up to three 1s they roll will count as -1 success.)
>[HOPELESS WRECK] You want to scream at this thing. TELL IT TO GO FUCK OFF ALREADY. YELL AS LOUD AS YOU CAN. (DC: 14 bo1. A wrathful enough write in will make this slightly easier. On success, you'll confuse/scare the Invader, lowering the successes you need to beat by 2. On failure, you just creep everyone out, and not in a good way.)
>USE EVERYTHING TO EVEN THE ODDS. (EBOW, Meat Men)

Lads, I know the last couple of minutes was a rough ride, but have the Slasher on the ropes now. Do not give in on the last lap, not to this fish fucker. It talks about going for a new record, right? WELL, LET ME TELL YOU WHAT! WE'RE THE ONES GUNNING FOR A NEW RECORD, AND WE'RE ABOUT TO BREAK THIS FUCKO TO DO IT! ARE YOU WITH ME?! FACE THE FEAR, AND WE WILL BUILD THE FUTURE!
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>>5168825
>One death isn't something you could ever tolerate. Tell them to disable it as quickly and efficient as they can without putting themselves in danger. (Successes: 37. On a success, you'll deal enough damage to make the creature a non-threat and without risking a life. On a failure, you'll weaken it but it'll have enough time to severely injure or kill an employee before you could try to restrain it.)
>USE EVERYTHING TO EVEN THE ODDS. (E.B.O.W, Meat Men)
>[BOUND BY DUTY] Try your best to make up a convincing rattling cry. You need everyone to be on their damn A-Game with this. (DC: 15 bo3. A convincing enough write in will make this slightly easier. On success, you'll be able to reroll up to five of their 1s. On a failure, up to three 1s they roll will count as -1 success.)
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>>5168825
>One death isn't something you could ever tolerate. Tell them to disable it as quickly and efficient as they can without putting themselves in danger. (Successes: 37. On a success, you'll deal enough damage to make the creature a non-threat and without risking a life. On a failure, you'll weaken it but it'll have enough time to severely injure or kill an employee before you could try to restrain it.)
>USE EVERYTHING TO EVEN THE ODDS. (E.B.O.W, Meat Men)
>[BOUND BY DUTY] Try your best to make up a convincing rattling cry. You need everyone to be on their damn A-Game with this. (DC: 15 bo3. A convincing enough write in will make this slightly easier. On success, you'll be able to reroll up to five of their 1s. On a failure, up to three 1s they roll will count as -1 success.)
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>>5168825
>One death isn't something you could ever tolerate. Tell them to disable it as quickly and efficient as they can without putting themselves in danger. (Successes: 37. On a success, you'll deal enough damage to make the creature a non-threat and without risking a life. On a failure, you'll weaken it but it'll have enough time to severely injure or kill an employee before you could try to restrain it.)
>USE EVERYTHING TO EVEN THE ODDS. (E.B.O.W, Meat Men)
>[BOUND BY DUTY] Try your best to make up a convincing rattling cry. You need everyone to be on their damn A-Game with this. (DC: 15 bo3. A convincing enough write in will make this slightly easier. On success, you'll be able to reroll up to five of their 1s. On a failure, up to three 1s they roll will count as -1 success.)
What a shitshow. It'll be a miracle if we can survive this without any casualty. This just gives us incentive to get EVERYBODY training ASAP
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>>5168884
>>5169142
>>5169153
Can we at least attempt the Hopeless Wreck Bo1? I feel like we need all the dice we can get at this point.
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>>5169414
It's not great odds and we really don't need to throw them off. We need to be professional.

>>5168825
>One death isn't something you could ever tolerate. Tell them to disable it as quickly and efficient as they can without putting themselves in danger. (Successes: 37. On a success, you'll deal enough damage to make the creature a non-threat and without risking a life. On a failure, you'll weaken it but it'll have enough time to severely injure or kill an employee before you could try to restrain it.)
>USE EVERYTHING TO EVEN THE ODDS. (E.B.O.W, Meat Men)
>[BOUND BY DUTY] Try your best to make up a convincing rattling cry. You need everyone to be on their damn A-Game with this. (DC: 15 bo3. A convincing enough write in will make this slightly easier. On success, you'll be able to reroll up to five of their 1s. On a failure, up to three 1s they roll will count as -1 success.)

>"Everyone. Each one of you is integral to the well-being of this facility and its employees. Even if there's nothing else in this City to believe in, I believe in your abilities. Now, neutralize this threat."
Come on, let's put this neon-plated tuna in its fucking place.
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>>5169414
I'm pretty sure BOUND BY DUTY and HOPELESS WRECK are mutually exclusive.
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Rolled 13 (1d20)

Seems like we're going for "One Death isn't enough" with most people just picking Bound By Duty and the E.B.O.W + Meat Man.

I'd say either of the two write ins is enough to make it a DC: 14 now. Roll for Bound By Duty first.


Also rolling to see how well the Metal Beast does in whatever the fickle thing decides to do.
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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>5169517
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>5169517
rollan
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>5169517
3 of 3.
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Rolled 9, 17, 16, 4, 12, 20, 16, 7, 17, 13, 6, 6, 9, 13, 5, 8, 5, 19, 20, 9 = 231 (20d20)

>>5169788
Testing.
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Alright. Someone roll for the E.B.O.W DC and now you can start rolling for your fighters.

You get the funny "refill up to five of their 1s"
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Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>5169805
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>>5169813
>crit

We get something special from this Overseer?
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>>5169813
Well then. Ya know what, let's say Felix gets to roll a 1d8 alongside his other FORCE dice. He somehow hit a weak spot with the bolt or something.
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Rolled 1 (1d8)

>>5169835
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>>5169865
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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>>5169865
>Felix finally gets a chance to not suck
>rolls a one on the attack roll
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>>5169868
w-well, you still got the other six dice to go through.

felix has been rolling like fucking garbage this whole time, though, jesus.
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>>5169865
Wait, were we supposed to roll that now? I thought we were waiting for the Overseer to call for the character rolls?
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>>5169872
Felix and Zero both. If it wasn't for Fortune giving her a leg up, they would be in the exact same boat.
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>>5169873
As an official thing, yes, you guys can start rolling for the characters. From clown to Ranger to everyone in between.

I'll save the meat men for if you really need the extra dice.
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Rolled 2, 6, 6, 5, 3, 2, 7, 6 = 37 (8d8)

>>5169876
Alrighty, I'll be rolling for Agent K then.
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>>5169882
>6s count as two successes

I believe if the -1 success rule applies, so must this.
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Rolled 4, 2, 3, 1, 4, 3 = 17 (6d4)

>>5169876
Alright then Felix, let's go!
>Felix: 6d4 (+2 from Traits [one unknown], +1 from Training Room)
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>>5169888
>4/6
Hooray for not sucking!
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Rolled 5, 6, 1, 5, 1, 3 = 21 (6d6)

>>5169876
Rollin for cluwne
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Rolled 6, 2, 5, 3, 8, 4, 6, 7 = 41 (8d8)

>>5169876
Future time.
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Rolled 4, 3, 4, 3, 7, 1, 2 = 24 (7d8)

>>5168797
Rolling for our other metal boi
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Rolled 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 2, 5, 6 = 31 (8d6)

Ranger zero if you die on us I’ll kill you you idiot.
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Rolled 6, 4 = 10 (2d6)

>>5170029
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28/34 so far, we should make it this time. Hopefully.
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>>5170038
29, you forgot Future's +1 to any 2 dice.
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Rolled 3, 1, 3, 2, 2, 4, 4 = 19 (7d4)

>>5169876
Rolling for Jack
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>>5170220
>Success: 3+ on d4s
that's 4 successes from this here without rerolling the 1
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Just need Isabelle's roll, people
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Rolled 1, 2, 5, 5, 5, 5, 2, 2 = 27 (8d6)

>>5170463
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Alright, you guys can feel free to reroll any 1s you want or try to get the meatmen to fire if you want overkill, but you have succeeded.

Writing now.
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>>5170537
Can we save these rerolls for RBA, or is that too much of a stretch? Not gonna lie, I'm sorta tempted to overkill just to meme-flex 'going for a new record' on the Slasher.
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The metal beast smashes its fist against the squirming fish to stun it for a quick moment. Just enough time for a speech.

"All of you are important to this facility. Your well-being keeps this facility running. If you do not care for believing in anything, believe that you will survive this."

"Neutralize the threat."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HPlKUziuXC0

Before anyone can even respond, the cluwne pulls out his clown horn and waddles forward at the giant fish creature. A flurry of knives get thrown at him. Five or so knives are stuck in his torso now.

"Ouch! Guess we have someone's criticism is a bit pointed!" He slips on a banana peel, throwing his stun baton hard in the process. Electricity rushes through the fish's body, causing it to convulse and spasm.

This gives Ranger Zero and Felix enough time to quickly fire some shots. A dart sinks into exposed flesh, while a bullet pierces through one of the fish's eyes.

"<<StTtOP!>>" The fish opens up its mouth as wide as possible. You never expected to see it brimming with fucking knives but hey, something new every day! It vomits them out as far as it can, aimed right at the horizontal clown.

Two swords bat away the knives. A knight and a warrior of the mist. They each give each other a begrudging look of respect before stabbing both of their blades deep into the fish's sides. Their blades leave deep, mangled wounds that are gushing gallons of blue blood onto the floor.

The last attack is with Isabelle, Jack, and Spike. In an attempt to get at least one kill before going down, the slasher starts dragging itself forward as quickly as it humanly can. Agent K helps the knight drag the clown away from the charging forward fish.

The slasher opens its mouth as wide as it can, ready to feast on some delicious flesh. You see a weird look spread across Jack's face, like he's fine with whatever happens next. With a leap forward, he aims for the fake Felix hanging from it.

HOME RUN!

The slasher screeches to a sudden halt as the fake Felix damn near gets beaten clean off by Jack's retard strength swing. Isabelle shoves her stun baton as deep as she can into the fish's exposed flesh before using all of her strength to crush the flesh with the baton.

The final blow is with Spike. The metal beast keeps the thrashing Slasher in place as the other fighters quickly retreat from the fish, taking their injured with them. The meat men hold their guns up, ready to fire.

A rough, commanding voice crackles out of Spike. It's not S-4M's doing, you think, but it's hard to tell if it's actually Spike saying its mind. "AUTHORIZATION NOT DETECTED. LEAVE THE PREMISES NOW."

It reels back its spiked arm and stabs it as deep as it can into the roof of the fish's maw. As soon as it rips it out, a flurry of meaty bullets sink into the fish's body. Soon, the thrashing and screaming...stops.

RECORD...BROKEN.
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You take stock of your fighters after the fish has finally stopped moving. To be blunt, they're not in a good state.

The cluwne, despite looking like a pin cushion, is already waddling away with his loud clown shoes blaring honks throughout the place. You can't tell if he's even worse than the next two or if he's the best off.

Felix and Zero are the worst off. Zero's tough but blood loss is still blood loss. She's almost getting as pale as you. Felix, meanwhile, is not really in much of a state to move by himself.

...On closer look, he's not moving at all. He's hardly breathing either.

Felix is in critical condition.
Ranger Zero is not far behind.

Isabelle and Jack are exhausted. Scratches and bruises from trying to avoid the storm of knives coat their skin. They're not life-or-death injuries but still pretty roughed up.

The anomaly, beast, and Spike are barely injured in any "real" way. The worst off is Future's armor being all sorts of dented and scratched. An Appease (Nurture?) work might do good for him. The metal beast kneels down and powers off, now that the fight is over.

>"Unleash the Beast" will now cost 4 A-Energy until further notice.

And lastly, Agent K isn't remotely injured or exhausted by what just happened to her. The only thing you could describe her state as is "utterly and completely bored". She scoffs at what just happened and walks off to help the injured folks.

That was a shit show. You make a mental note to have Monifa try to get some sort of training regiment with these guys. You don't exactly want to trust on playing with Fortune's dice again.

Speaking about Fortune's dice. In the third floor storage room, where the dice were left behind, the die that just fell apart only a few minutes ago slowly restores itself. You're not sure how to describe it but it looks...infinitely more flimsy than the previous one.

>The five "reroll a 1" rerolls have been 'saved'. You have a feeling that this die will fall apart if you don't use it today.

Before you go finally check on the work results, you check up on the medbay. You take a note on who's still there and hrm.

D-5UH4 isn't dead, thankfully, but she's not really in much state to move or do anything right now. Delta, meanwhile, is ready to brawl at the tip of a hat. The worst you can say he's looking is the fact one of his arms is wrapped up like a mummy.

The severely injured fighters are already being treated as best as they can by the nurses. You can only hope they can stabilize them quick enough. You can't exactly stuff both of them into the Autodoc at the same time.

All you can do now is to wait and hope that they don't die. You grab a cup of coffee, take a big old sip of it, and crack open those anomaly work notes. This is out of your hand for now.
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The Crosstest between Star of the Century and Sirocco is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +10/???
Employee Morale: N/A
Current Anomaly Mood:
Star: Satisfied
Siro: In Awe
Working Notes - S-4M
-I know this might sound weird but I think crosstests might offer a path to understanding her more?
-I wonder how it must feel to meet someone who's just like you after so long.
-Seems like that delayed Star's show a little bit. Probably won't work as reliable as Subduing.

The Work Order for Red Blooded American is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +7/???
Employee Morale:
A2: Neutral
T: Amused
L: Neutral
Current Anomaly Mood: ???????
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
Working Notes - A2
-I have no way to explain this in a way that makes sense but he feels off. Like he's about to pop.
-Black or cream?

Working Notes - T
-Unstable. Uncertain of when Breach will happen. Maybe happen once REFINEMENT starts? Unknown.
-Might suggest delaying Breach? Gas? Music? Uncertain of your state to fight it. Might delay to next day.

Working Notes - L
-Eugh. His blood smells fucking rancid. Usually it's just, like, mild funk but the buckets smell tainted.
-I tried salvaging what I could. The others might have some 'tainted' ones.
-Dude creeps me out. It's like staring at a void. He sounds hollow, almost?

Extracted
-Seven buckets of RBA blood and guts. (Oddly too much. Usually he doesn't bleed this much -L)
-Three buckets of Human Blood

The Work Order for Til the Last Shot is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +6/???
Employee Morale: Neutral
Current Anomaly Mood: Watching
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
Employee Z - Laidback (Bond+, Energy Collection-, more likely to disregard instructions or orders.)
Working Notes - Q
-Unusual lack of aggression towards the robot. Respects bluntness or finds him funny? Uncertain.
-Anomaly merely tolerates what we asked. Temper may set off very easily.
-It seems to loathe anomalies. Ironic.

WORKING NOTES - ZAYNE THE MAN
-SEE? ALL YOU GOTTA DO, MY FUCKING MAN, IS WALK UP TO HIM AND SHAKE YOUR HAND. YOU CAN'T BE A PUSSY.
-YOUR EMPLOYEES? FUCK, MOST OF THEM ARE PUSSIES. I CAN SEE THEM SQUIRMING WHEN YOU TELL THEM TO WORK.
-I AIN'T DOING NO FUCKING CLEANING THOUGH. TOO GOOD FOR THAT.

Working Notes - Delta
-Does this thing not see itself as an anomaly? It's a giant ball of flesh, how can it not?
-Might not be a great idea to crosstest it with anything, then.
-Not sure if it'll let just anyone do Appease or just Security. Maybe you should assign a cleaner to it?
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>>5170945
Takeaways from that fight:

-We need more men or better trained men for combat situations; ideally both. Look into options for hiring highly trained employees (X-Company?).

-More, better equipment would go a long ways. "Support" equipment is handy in group fights, but even just getting everyone a real weapon and armor would be a good start.

-Future is highly reliable, during combat and out of his cell generally. If it wouldn't rob us of A energy from his work orders, I'd be willing to give him a lot of leeway in being outside of his cell. I wonder if him and whatever RBA turns into would enjoy sparing together?

-The Metal Beast is worth the startup cost, especially considering how much we make most hours.

-It's probably worth trying to get combat medics or a mobile trauma center organized; many fights end with at least one person critically wounded, so having someone that can stop the bleeding during or immediately after the fight on hand may save someone's life some day.
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The Work Order for A Hope for a Brighter Future is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +2/???
Employee Morale: N/A
Current Anomaly Mood: Dutiful
Working Notes - Future
-Please. Accept my essence. I will rest now until a call is needed.
-The blade is stained with blood. I must wait for it to cleanse.

Gifted
-One vial of Bonedust (Useful for some rituals)
-One vial of Blue Blood (Extracted from the Fish. Smells like late night talk shows.)

The Work Order for Fire on the Velvet Horizon is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +5/???
C-Extract Count: +1
Employee Morale: Tired
Current Anomaly Mood: Stable
Working Notes - R (Transcribed by C)
-Royal? Am I really royal, sir? :D?
-She was calm while I was there. Hot, hot, hot! Too hot. Yet colder?
-I think she's waiting, or hiding, from someone. Weird musk on her. Who is he?

The Work Order for Fortune for a Price is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +5/???
Employee Morale: Satisfied
Current Anomaly Mood: <3
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
Alpha - Empath (Appease+, Bond+, Observe+, loses or gains Morale based on the anomaly's mood)
N - Enjoys His Job (Gains morale by doing anomaly work orders. Always available to work.)
Working Notes - Alpha
-Is it weird that seeing an anomaly in pain hurts? I know it's weird, considering my job.
-Weird. That's the first time Fortune's mood has been revealed in ages. Why?
-I wish I could be as cool as the other ETFs.

Working Notes - N
-Another good day of work.
-Room should be spotless now. You could eat off the floor.
-Why do I feel like I have way more to clean up?

The Work Order for Art of Flesh is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +5/???
Employee Morale: So-So
Current Anomaly Mood: Pondering
Working Notes - A
-I said my piece. Hopefully it got through his thick skull.
-Aside from feeding people his meals, I think having someone to help him cook whatever you throw at him next will help.
-Have someone to slow him down. Keep him in line. You know? Smell the flowers.

The Work Order for Chattering Lack of Common Sense is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +3/???
Employee Morale: Neutral
Current Anomaly Mood: ???
Working Notes - Y
-A movie takes a fuck ton of people to make. Dozens of actors, dozens of camera people, etc. Same with TV shows.
-You don't really think about those people when you watch them, though. You just see the end product. The show. One thing.
-I heard so many voices when I tuned through all of that static. I think I even heard myself once.
-What's the chances of finding the same channel again? Through all of this interference? Do you even remember the last thing you watched on TV?

Working Notes - D
-The android is having a fit. Rambling about the TV and what it could possibly mean.
-At the end of the day, TV is just make believe nonsense. All talk, no bite.
-We do got a landline. That weird salesman robot keeps trying to call someone.
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Hour 3, Shift 7
QUOTA: 0/42 C-Extract Refined
A-Energy: 128 units, 0/hour
ICP-Energy: 4 units
C-Extract: 2

SPONSORSHIPS:
>U-Company: Perform two Crosstests and let your Inspector tinker with two of your PARADIGMS (available PARADIGM: God Wills It Thus). 2 shifts left, 2/2 Crosstests done this shift!
>Q-Company: Cope with an increased quota of 11 more C-Extract. 2 shifts left.

INTERACTIONS [1 Hour Each]:

LIVING
>Anomalies: A Hope for a Brighter Future, Red Blooded American, Sirocco, Star of the Century, Til the Last Shot, Fire on the Velvet Horizon
>Assign Employee (What work type? Any specific instructions? To which anomaly? etc etc)

INANIMATE
>Anomalies: Fortune for a Price, The Art of Flesh, Chattering Lack of Common Sense
>Assign Employee (Same as Living)

MISC
>Facility: REFINEMENT ROOM, Explore the Fourth Floor (Unknown. Felix said to "be quiet" on it.), Unleash the Beast (4 A-Energy to activate)
>S-4M: Anomaly Analyzation (Notes in the next post), Control Spike (what do?)
>C-ORA: Search Protocol (What do you want to find?)
>Assign Employee (To do what? Any specific instructions?)

EQUIPMENT
Weapons:
>Riot Clubs/Combat Knives (Assigned to ETF, grants +1 FORCE dice and a reroll per encounter)
>ROD OF OBEDIENCE (+1 FORCE dice, Subdue++. Unassigned)
>Surplus Knife and Surplus Club (May add +1 to two FORCE dice. Unassigned.)
>BLESSED BLADE (+2 FORCE dice, deals Stamina damage to non-religious employees who attempt to wield it. Assigned to Agent K)
>Stun Baton (+1 FORCE dice, weakens an opponent on a success. Assigned to B2, F, and I. Leftover: 3)
>9mm Pistol (+2 FORCE dice, ranged, Current Count: 2. 1/8 AMMO in Zero's, 8/8 in Kate's)

Armor:
>ARMOR OF THE FATHER (Physical Protection++, may block some attacks, FORCE-. Unassigned)
>Stab Resistant Vest (Physical Protection+, assigned to F, I, J, Zero. Leftover: 2)
>Weather Resistant Protective Gear (resists sand, rain, and mild heat. Assigned to whoever works on Sirocco)
>Gas Masks (Protects against gas based attacks. Current count: 4. Unassigned)
>Champion Belt (+1 FORCE dice, raises morale and lowers morale loss, hardly takes up equipment space. Unassigned)
>Security Helmet (Has a chance of blocking weak attacks. Current count: 4.)
>Salty Bathrobe (STA+, Physical Protection+++, grants heavy fire resistance, FOR--. Assigned to whoever works on Fire on the Velvet Horizon)
>Arid Dress (STA+, +1 FORCE dice, Physical Protection+, may affect women and men differently? Assigned to Isabelle)

(More will be kept in the Pastebin section)

PARADIGMs
>Stats are recorded in the "Equipment" section of the Pastebin

CONSOLE COMMANDS
>View cameras in which rooms? (Write in)
>Broadcast an announcement over the intercom system (Write in)
>Manage Employee roster and Departments. (Write in)
>Edit anomaly dossiers and logs (Write in)
>Message an Employee PDA. (Write in)
>Call an Employee in (Who?)
>Leave the office.
>End the workday (Enters Downtime/Upgrade phase)
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>>5171027
Whoops, meant to say Hour 4. As for the S-4M analysis on Velvet...

Working Notes - S-4M
-As you can see, the main issue with keeping her in is her trying to melt the cell around her. Reinforcing it can only do so much. Keeping her emotions in check is way more important.
-Subdue...is oddly high when it comes to how well she might respond to it. She might be used to being told to act proper.
-I analyzed what might happened if you tried to gas her. It'll stop her real easily but the cell will probably be severely fucked up.
-Something about her will is missing. Like there's something she's waiting for to arrive. Another manifestation of what the anomaly stands for? She's only half of the picture.
-She likes music. Try to get someone to play a song for her. The more formal the person, the better.
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>>5171027
Living
>Beta and U, Appease(Nurture?) Future, get him back into peak condition
>V, feed RBA his final meal, and leave him an MRE to take with him as a final gift. When V leaves, start playing N&Q to put him to sleep. Prepare a security detail to contain a possible breach just in case.
>M, Bond Siro
>D-Class, Star. Enjoy the show.
>H, Bond Shot, tell him his men did a good job with the Slasher
>I, Subdue Fire
Inanimate
>A, Observe Fortune, ask it a question of your choice, and which employee should be sent for Refinement work
>K, Observe Chattering, bring in a table and the landline, then watch some tv
Knocks out two of Sense's wants.
>Alpha and N, Appease Art, get him and his workstation cleaned up
Misc
>Make suck Zero and Felix don't die, feel free to use GWIT
>L,Q,T, Extract the Slasher, I want a memento of our victory here.
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>>5171149
Still fhibking, but if we're sending V in there, don't forget to slap a security detail on him. Have Spike push the meal in through the cell door or something once it's cooked.
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>>5171150
I don't think Red here will attack V after his meal, he's a cook after all, not a fighter. But sure, I can agree to a some bodyguards for him. Hell, why not make it Delta?
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>>5171149
M is currently working on pivoting the security for RBA's imminent breach.

Star isn't ready to start the show, and we may well want to delay it for as long as possible, considering the turmoil today.

Thoughts on how to Subdue Velvet? Pretty sure we don't want to beat her down, which is the default. Can't see scolding her like a naughty child working very well either.


Otherwise, I'm ok with this. I'll add some miscs tomorrow.
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>>5171170
>Hell, why not make it Delta?
I've been debating between whether to assign Delta to RBA before the Breach or not, and whether or not to let him be a part of the containment team.
I'm torn, because they have a rapport, but that might make him a target. And I'd really like to not lose an ETF if we can help it.
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>>5171027
>S-4M: Anomaly Analyzation (Future)
>C-ORA: Search Protocol (Something I don't know about)
>Detective GWIT, Shot's meat, or Art's meals
>Talk with the Inspector, if they're not too busy
>>5171182
We can stipulate the M Bond with Siro after RBA falls asleep, or Null takes her place if he Breaches. That cool with you?

I thought that Star was ready, but if the Overseer confirms that Star isn't ready, I'm more that happy to have D, H, and Y Appease. Maybe a stage with some chairs? Really whatever she wants to put there.

I was good at shouting down Reminder, so I should think this would also apply. You got anyone else in mind?

>>5171186
We could let them talk during his last meal, then wait tomorrow for Delta to heal fully before the final confrontation. That good, or are you still uneasy about it?
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>>5171186
>because they have a rapport, but that might make him a target.
To be honest I don't think RBA is going to be much for strategy when he breaches. And if he is a target, well, I'd rather risk one ETF than be down one combatant and risk the rest of the team.

Speaking of, we probably should get an idea of RBA's suppression team and get them equipped pretty soon here.

>>5171149
Supporting this in most spots, except for RBA, Star, and Fire.

>V & Delta to RBA. V, give RBA his final meal (including coffee with cream), and an MRE as a final gift. Delta, ensure V is fine, and if you have anything to say to RBA, say it now. The next time you'll meet won't be any time to talk. After the two leave or If RBA starts getting antsy, start playing N&Q to calm him down. We need all the time we can get.

>I, equip the Rod of Obedience and Subdue Fire. If you can, specifically see if you can make her contain her fire. She's being very impolite just leaving it all out to burn everything around her.
Maybe if Kor doesn't turn into a meat soldier, we can have him sew Fire an asbestos kimono to get on her good side.

>L, bond with Star.
We REALLY don't want Star to piss off everyone with a show when we have an anomaly on the precipice of breaching here.
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>>5171203
>if the Overseer confirms that Star isn't ready
It should be easy enough to know if a show is about to happen or not. Keep an eye out on any text that looks like this in her work orders.
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>>5171260
I'm fine with all the additions except for the L-Star Bond, you need someone with stronger Mental Protection at least, and I think she might wait for an Appease action or a magic trick, but unless you're planning on a Subdue order, she might very well start the show this hour if Star is feeling like it.
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>>5171027
>Reponse to A2- Black

>>5171284
Ah, thank you for telling us Overseer, I honestly appreciate it.

>>5171260
Star won't be starting her show, so I think that'll be fine. Also, I'm actually warming up to the Bonding idea with L, so I'm fine with switch over to that instead as well.
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Actually lads, we still have those five 1s rerolls that'll disappear at the end of today. Would it not be better to take RBA today rather than wait for tomorrow?
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>>5171149
>>5171150
>>5171170
>>5171182
>>5171186
>>5171203
>>5171260
>>5171289
>>5172305
please clarify what you guys want, discuss it if you have to
and do remember miscs like
>Investigate who S2 keeps trying to call on the landline this whole time

>>5171027
My answer to A2 is
>Black
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>>5172385
V1.1

LIVING:
>Beta and U, Appease(Nurture?) Future, get him back into peak condition
>V & Delta to RBA. V, give RBA his final meal (including coffee with cream if we have any), and an MRE as a final gift. Delta, ensure V is fine, and if you have anything to say to RBA, say it now. The next time you'll meet won't be any time to talk.
N&Q removed because the rerolls are only good for today. We can debate this if desired.
Security is already being shifted to cover his cell by M.
Delta can be swapped out if desired; I think he'll be fine for this. I'm less sure of having him on the re-containment team.
>Null, Bond Siro
M->Null because M only had a short nap, and is more useful keeping on top of security.
>O, bond with Star
L->O because she's got good Mental Protection and neutral Bond, and L can be put to better use on the Slasher Extract.
>H, Bond Shot, tell him his men did a good job with the Slasher
Didn't see anyone against this; can be debated if so.
>???, Subdue Velvet
We need to figure out what/how we're giving her grief about before we assign this Order.

INANIMATE:
>A, Observe Fortune, ask it a question of your choice, and who should be sent for Refinement work.
Don't see any other suggestions.
>K, Observe Chattering, bring in a table and the landline, then watch some tv
Didn't see any other suggestions
>Alpha and N, Appease Art, get him and his workstation cleaned up
Have them snag his meals on the way out.

MISC:
>New Rule: Employees with an Extract order are to automatically equip Delectable Jaws if any are available.
>Make sure Zero and Felix don't die. Feel free to use GWIT if it'll help.
>L,Q,T, Extract the Slasher, I want a memento of our victory here.
>S-4M: Anomaly Analyzation (Future)
>C-ORA: Search Protocol (Something I don't know about)
I feel like we should set a default order for C-0RA because we under-utilize her, but I dunno what to have her do.
>Investigate who S2 keeps trying to call on the landline
>Detective Art's meals
If the result is alarming, drop the "Open the fridge" option below.
>Talk with the Inspector, if they're not too busy
I'm not sure if he actually stayed on site to do his work, but if he is here, can't hurt to see how he's doing.
>open the fridge: Empty the stores of all of Flesh's meals for D-class to eat as they desire. However, they will be expected to write their honest opinion of the dishes down, to be collected for Flesh to read.
It is with great reluctance that I suggest this, but I think it is a step towards his PARADIGM.

>>5171203
>I was good at shouting down Reminder, so I should think this would also apply. You got anyone else in mind?
It was more that she needs something to shout at her about. She hasn't really done much of anything to anyone so far besides make the room hot as a side effect of being on fire and be a little rude. If we want to pick on her for not being "proper" enough, we'll want to send someone more formal in for the job (O? Q? T? H? S? U? G2?).
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>>5172504
>We need to figure out what/how we're giving her grief about
Maybe pouring water on her would count.
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>>5171027
>Get D to draw our Invaders, Floor Exploration, and Anomalies, both current and decommissioned
Just think it would be kino to have some artwork on what we faced done.

>>5172504
I agree with everything except for the following-

>Null, Bond Siro
I would like M to Bond with her before RBA awakes, which may happen at the end of this hour.

>O, bond with Star
O doesn't have any bonuses to Bonding, we can change it to Gamma or R to get a better result. (P has ++++ Bonding with chicks, goddamn. Possible Velvet Bonding Work Order?)

I has good Subdue bonuses, but we could put M, A, F, or K on Velvet as well. If you want an oddball choice, I'd suggest Null if she doesn't mind the fire, as she would be in a unique position to berate Velvet for her flames. Really, it doesn't matter how they Subdue her so long as it's verbal, not physical.
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>>5172305
I think today, those rerolls could be a lifesaver if our luck is as bad as it was with the fish.

>>5172504
>We need to figure out what/how we're giving her grief about before we assign this Order.
From how S-4M's analysis of her reads, I say we treat it like super harsh finishing school. Making her act like a 'proper lady' (which does not include melting everything in a 15-meter radius). Maybe try a carrot and a stick between subdue works with water punishment like >>5172872 said, and appeasing with royal accommodations/the burnt candy.
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>>5172504
+1
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>>5172504
+1 to expedite things
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Apologies for the delay. My mother has been having some health issues and I've been trying to take care of her (and it's frankly been stressing me the hell out). I'll try getting an update out by the end of the day.

I'll default to Employee I for the Subdue work unless told otherwise.
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>>5175760
>My mother has been having some health issues and I've been trying to take care of her (and it's frankly been stressing me the hell out)
I hope for your sake your mother hasn't made your life hell, and that you don't dislike helping her out. Hang in there.
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>>5175760
No worries, I hope you're alright and that everything turns out alright mate.
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>>5175760
I wish you and your mother the best.
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>>5175760
Don't sweat it man, and don't push yourself for our sake. Real life is far more important than quests (especially when it comes to health problems). I hope your mom is doing well.
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>>5176769
(To be clear for votes and stuff, I'm MDY. Had a internet outage just a bit ago that must've reset my ID)
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>>5175760
Take it real easy, mate. We're not going anywhere. I pray that things will turn out alright.
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>New Rule: Employees with an Extract order are to automatically equip Delectable Jaws if any are available.
Duly noted.
>Make sure Zero and Felix don't die. Feel free to use GWIT if it'll help.
The doctors are going hard at work to keep these two from meeting the Father himself. While Emily is nowhere near exhausted from doing all of this work, Seneca is getting pretty sick of the influx of new bodies to treat.

Felix's getting more of the attention, with the autodoc slowly and carefully removing the things stuck all across his body, with Zero having to resolve with being treated by Arthur and Employee U via a trauma kit.

Apparently they're insanely user-friendly.
>-1 Trauma Kit charge (2/3)

"You get used to the smell of blood after a while but, damn, at least Z-Comapny had more than this." Seneca scoffs, trying her best to remove yet another knife from Felix. "Some magic would be pretty helpful, Uriel."

Uriel (wow that's both fitting and super on the nose) looks up from the barely awake Zero. The bags under his eyes are pretty bad. "We don't have much magic for healing physical wounds in here, sorry. Soul wounds, if anything."

You don't see any major complications so far but things could change on a dime.

>L,Q,T, Extract the Slasher, I want a memento of our victory here.
It's quite offputting knowing that one of the drones has the teeth, in since you checked on the storage room where they're at and at expected, both are gone.

And you can't tell how the hell they got it in their "mouth".

A small group of meat soldiers surround the fish to prevent anyone else from going near the fish aside from who you assigned to harvest from it.

"Yeesh. Why the hell is there a human corpse dangling here?" Lily points at the fake Felix. The drones look up at it and shrug at the same time.

"Weirdest? Not." Talon remarks. Q nods along. "Yes. Quite tame, comparatively."

"Fuckin' drones. Why do you talk like that?" Lily grumbles under her breath. "At least ask Q-Company to make your meat taste better."

After that small little convo, they go back to work. The floor quickly turns into a bloodbath as the three rip and tear huge chunks of the fish's flesh out by the handfuls. Which quickly turns more surreal when they stop ripping out flesh and start ripping out wires and glass.

Eventually they're unable to harvest anything remotely resembling a living creature. You don't even see any bones after they dug out what must've been piles on piles of extract.

Extracted
-Four buckets worth of Blueblood and Blueflesh (Smells like a late night talkshow on Saturday night, freezing to the touch. Good for Subdue works? I wanna eat some. -L)
-Two buckets filled with various electronic parts (Parts are similar to those used for your Console. Screens, wiring, capacitators, resistors.)
-An old, dirty VHS tape with "GREAT JOB" labeled on it. (How are we going to play this? -T)
-Another set of throwing knives! (also collected the knives thrown into it)
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>S-4M: Anomaly Analyzation (Future)
"Righto, sir! Defaulting to three hours." Just to rub in his new found power he, in fact, gives you another cup of coffee. Speaking about that.

Administrator --> Adama
ADMINISTATOR: Black. That's the only acceptable answer.
ADMINISTATOR: Uncertain if you say the same due to
ANAZINGADAMA: Alas, the only person with taste in this facility is me.
ADMINISTATOR: In a very literal sense, yes.

>C-ORA: Search Protocol (Something I don't know about)
"SOMETHING you...do not KNOW about? HmMHHmHMHMhmM!!!! VERy TOUGH TOUGH But understanding that yOU DO NOT HAVe a beTTER opTion! HeRe we GO!" The defective robot violently shudders. You sit there, waiting to see what she's finding.

The robot jumps up and lands back on her feet before leaning over to you. Getting way too close to comfort. She holds a single finger to her lips, which are twisted into a mocking smile. "The Inspector is currently not in the facility. However, I did find his number. Do not speak a word of this to anyone."

You find yourself shivering despite her not sounding like an absolute schizophrenic. She quickly taps in something into your console before going back to her corner and sitting down in it. "GlaDDD to heLP you, SIR!"

>Investigate who S2 keeps trying to call on the landline
Administrator --> Spamton
ADMINISTATOR: What's up with you and the phone? Heard someone reporting you fiddling with it.
BESTSALESMAN1997: I'M TRYING TO [[Reach out to custom support]] A VERY, VERY CLOSE [[Friend Request Accepted!]]
BESTSALESMAN1997: THIS [[80% off all landlines and home phones]] WON'T LET ME CONNECT TO [[The glorious kingdom of HEAVEN!]]
BESTSALESMAN1997: THE ONLY [[What are numbers?]] THIS HUNK OF [[!RLHG]] IS ACCEPTING FROM ME IS [[Alphabet Companies are your friends!]]
ADMINISTATOR: Wait, it can contact them?
BESTSALESMAN1997: [[Once every 24 hours]]! NO PROMISES IF THEY'LL [[Answer now!]], UNLIKE A STATE OF THE [[Fart]] FAX-MACHINE.
ADMINISTATOR: Interesting. This conversation has more merit than I expected.
ADMINISTATOR: Apologies to you not being able to contact your friend. May I have a name for the record?
BESTSALESMAN1997: THAT DAMN [[Only 85% of Extraction Task Forces die within a year]]-MU! HE'S A CRIMINAL, I TELL YOU! A CRIMINAL! DON'T BELIEVE [[Anything you see on TV]]!
ADMINISTATOR: Wait, why are you trying to contact an ETF agent?
BESTSALESMAN1997: DON'T ASK QUESTIONS YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW THE ANSWER TO.
ADMINISTATOR: What?
BESTSALESMAN1997: MAY I INTEREST YOU IN A [[GLORIOUS ANTHEM]] PRODUCED BY [[Music is the song of the people]] CORP?
BESTSALESMAN1997: IT'S A STEAL! FOR ONLY [[12 units of anomalous energy]], I CAN OPEN A BACKDOOR TO GET THE [[Compact Discs are 100x more effective than Mixtapes! Buy now from M-Company!]] THAT WILL MAKE YOUR EMPLOYEES [[Unable to resist the groove!]]
ADMINISTATOR: I'm not sure what you're offering so, uh, I'll think on it.

Is he trying to offer you a fuckin' deal?
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>Detective Art's meals
The cluwne (proudly wearing the knives stuck in 'em) honks his way over to the detective.

"SPECIAL DELIVERY!" He throws the pile of meat at the robot like a creampie. The detective reaches a spindly arm up and catches the meat before stuffing it into a slot in its torso.

The cluwne waddles away. It only takes a few moments before it gives out the typical brief statement.

"DESPERATE FOR ATTENTION, FOR PERFECTION. EGOTISTIC? NO. SIMPLY LOOKING FOR A PURPOSE. AN END TO ALL OF HIS HARD WORK. WHAT DOES A CREATOR WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE? SILENCE AND LOCKING HIS CREATIONS UP IS NOT THE ANSWER."

>Talk with the Inspector, if they're not too busy
Seems like the number C-0RA smashed in was the Inspector's.

Administrator --> Inspector
ADMINISTATOR: Hey. Wanted to check up on you. Have a moment?
GADGETMOMENT: Of course. What's up?
ADMINISTATOR: Nothing. Wanted to check up on progress.
ADMINISTATOR: Any developments with the two PARADIGMs?
GADGETMOMENT: Sir. I have never seen a gun grimace and shiver when I held it before. Usually these kinds are PROUD to be used.
GADGETMOMENT: The coat's sleepy and tired. A strange resonance between the two, like they were part of one anomaly.
GADGETMOMENT: Mind sending me the file?
ADMINISTATOR: Of course.
GADGETMOMENT: Bizarre.
GADGETMOMENT: Normally, anomalies only produce their own PARADIGM. It's very rare for them to inspire and distort one out of a human.
GADGETMOMENT: Humans are far harder to understand like that.
ADMINISTATOR: Interesting. Progress on the study?
GADGETMOMENT: Doing good, minus the gun disliking me.
GADGETMOMENT: If you ever want to swap the magic book for one of the others, feel free.
ADMINISTATOR: Might take you up on that later.

>Empty the stores of all of Flesh's meals for D-class to eat as they desire.
Oh boy. You quickly get some (not dying) Security members to stand by as some of the slacking employees carry box after box of meat into the D-Dorms.

"Alright." Delta hisses out. "Write down your feelings on the food on the provided pieces of paper. Chow down, pigs."

It doesn't take much motivation to get the prisoners to eat up the food (outside of W01FY and C45P, who seem hesitant to eat it).

Fights quickly begin to bud, with some arguing about how shitty the food is, and some trying to punch or claw their way into getting more of a handful. It's kept mostly in check by the guards keeping an eye on them but at any moment, the place is about to blow up like a firebomb.

With the two more experienced D-Class giving some of their food to the more rowdy ones, the potential brawl is delayed long enough for you to get the pieces of paper needed. Whether genuinely good behavior or a desire to not get shit thrown their way, it's welcomed.

"Mmh. That shit was good. When are they gonna get more?"
"Fuckin' dumbass. It tastes like shit."
"Meh. I'm just glad to get any food these days."
"meat...meat! juicy, juicy meat."
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>Beta and U, Appease(Nurture?) Future, get him back into peak condition
The two old men carry some cleaning equipment over to the cell, ready to cleanse the anomaly. Clean. You meant clean.

The knight stands tall, ready for his sin to be cleansed.
U: Good evening. We're here to clean you up. Do you mind?
ANOMALY: Of course not. The blood does not belong on me. The sin shall not belong.
Blue blood drips from the knight's blade. It splatters onto the ground.
β: Hopefully this doesn't backfire. Stand still, no sudden movements. We'll clean you up.
U: Indeed.
Without further instruction, Beta kneels down and begins to wipe the blood off of the sword.
Employee U pulls out some simple tools stolen from B. He starts to hammer out the dents in the armor.
No one bothers speaking at first. There's no need for words, what happened is obvious.
The sword slowly stops oozing a constant drip of blueblood as Beta keeps wiping it down.
The knight's posture relaxes.
ANOMALY: Better.
ANOMALY: I can not let sin soak into me. I can't repeat that mistake again.
Employee U pats the knight on the back.
U: You were doing your job. You weren't doing it because you enjoyed it, unlik-
ANOMALY: Unlike the demon? I can smell him. Foul scent, empty, disgusting. Worse than the fish.
β: Worst thing about the fish is the shitshow that happened there.
β: Been training off and on but these kids need more than that.
ANOMALY: Training?
ANOMALY: Hm. Training. I can not help you in every battle, of course. You must be able to fight even if I am down.
ANOMALY: Protecting one's self.
The room goes silent again after the short conversation.
The two step back from the knight. The anomaly looks brand new (or as brand new as he can be).
β: Well, that felt more like an Appease.
β: You feel any better, sir? Cleaner?
U: Blessedth this child, Father. Let him cleanse his sins.
The knight nods his head.
ANOMALY: Of course. My sin has been purified. I thank you for that, children. Now...
The knight holds up his hand. A similar sword to the one he wields appears out of thin air.
He drops it on the ground. The two old men aren't sure whether to grab it or to leave it there.
Beta slowly backs up.
β: Sorry if anything we said or did offended you. We don't want to cause any trouble, alright, sir?
ANOMALY: Trouble? Oh, no, no. It is simply an offer I shall extend to this facility.
ANOMALY: A Duel, as it were. Something to strengthen the mind and soul. Not now, of course.
β: Ah. Alright, sir. We