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Your first interview will be with Benedict, simply because you have more leverage and information about him. Very fractured and distorted information but still. You grab the nearest chair you can get and sit across from Benedict.

"So, Benedict. You have to excuse my bluntness but after the little incident that got you here, I need to know who you are. Tell me as much about yourself as you can remember. Vincent will be here to assist."

Vincent gives a thumbs up. "Yep. You can trust him, he's just here to help you out."

"R-right." Benedict nods his head. Now that you're looking at him closer, he's impressively gaunt. Even you have more fat and muscle on your body and you're rotting with tar.
[HOPELESS WRECK] HE WAS A CHEF OF A POPULAR RESTAURANT, HE ABSOLUTELY COULD'VE FED HIMSELF. THIS WAS SELF-DESTRUCTION.
[DYING LIGHT] Focusing on an idea to the point of destruction, huh? Perfection...

"Not much to say, really." A nervous laugh. "Parents were poor, they couldn't make ends meet often. Had to enter the work force early. Decided to work at restaurants to make ends meet."

"I'm guessing you weren't a chef at first." Vincent speaks up. "Probably some low end jobs. Cashiers, cleaning, delivery?"

"Yeah. You have to get your foot in the door somehow." Benedict mutters something you can't make out. "But I met Adam at one of the jobs and, well, things started changing from there."

"Right, I want to know more about him when we get to there. So, is there where you started creating that popular restaurant I heard in the news?"

"Mmh." Benedict nods. "We worked for a while before saving enough money to eventually open a small little joint. Mostly served foods cityslickers could eat on the go. Fries, kebabs, pretzels."

"Not exactly the kind of stuff you wanted to make, I'd assume." Vincent is trying his best to keep a smile on. "You probably wanted to do better than cheap stuff."

A hint of a smile makes itself known on the skeletally thin man. "You know me well. After we got some profit, we expanded the menu! Well, mostly me, Adam was more of the marketing guy."

"Marketing?" You raise an eyebrow. You thought Adam was a fellow chef before, or...maybe he was? Some clarification wouldn't hurt.

"Well, he cooked too, but I was never one for fame. I just wanted to master my craft. I taught him what I could but he handled the customers."

"Trust me, I wouldn't want to talk to half of the costumers I hear about." A wispy laugh leaves Vincent's lips like wood smoke. "But you two did well, right?"

"Absolutely. We hired more staff, expanded the menu, even had S-Company expand our building to allow for dining in." A glint of nostalgia lingers in Benedict's eyes. "Baker's was meant to reach for the stars. To be the best place to eat at."

"But then it started to slow down. Really slowed down, and not just for a day. For weeks. Yet Adam didn't seem to understand."

"Understand what?" Vincent asks.

"Why it mattered so much to me."

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"He didn't seem to care, telling me I should calm down and that it was just a slow day. Slow days typically DON'T LAST FOR A MONTH STRAIGHT!" Benedict almost immediately regrets yelling, quickly breaking into a coughing fit. Vincent hands him a glass of water. "There, there."

You wait for a bit to let him recover before continuing your prodding. "So, you eventually had an argument, right?"

"Well, we had a few. He never really seemed to care, though. In retrospect, I think he cared about being able to work with me than treating the restaurant like...a restaurant." He shrugs.

"What happened to him, though? The restaurant closed from what I last heard after a pretty bad one."

Benedict looks away, his yellow eyes trying to avoid making eye contact. "I don't...remember. I just remember yelling at him, that he was insulting all of the work I was doing. Then he yelled back about how I was unrecognizable. It's fuzzy from there."
[BOUND BY DUTY] He's not lying, this might've been his breaking point before whatever happened to transform him.
[DYING LIGHT] Let's try to refresh his memory. Piece by piece, like we do to ourselves.

You grab the cleaver from your belt and hold it up. Benedict looks away even harder now while Vincent tries his best to not look at it either.
[HOPELESS WRECK] RIGHT, ISN'T IT SEEN AS A BAD OMEN? MAYBE THERE'S A REASON WHY.

"That...is mine?" Benedict mutters. "I don't get why it looks like that. I ke-keep my tools clean, perfectly clean."

"Anything else comes to mind when you look at it?" All you get is him shaking his head. Hm. You glance over at Ranger Zero, who's been distracting Cloud with some chit chat. You snap your fingers at her. "Bring out the meal."

"Alright." Zero nods, grabbing the boxed pile of meat seated next to her. She tosses it over to you, which you catch with ease. Seems like that little training session at the gym helped.

You opened the box, showing various hunks of still warm meat lingering inside. Like it was freshly cooked an hour ago. "Do you recognize this, Benedict?"

Now THAT gets a reaction. He pushes himself as far away from the box as he possibly can. His eyes have focused down into pinpricks. Vincent is slowly trying to get him to lay back down. "C-calm down, calm down, Benedict. W-what's wrong?" Vincent slowly gets his mentor back into the bed.

"I." A flash of recognition makes itself known on Benedict's face. "I...I thought, a new menu change was...was necessary! S-something no one has tried before! W-we tried everything and ap-apparently, my spark was gone!"

"I-I tried, r-really! I did! A-and we were almost bankrupt, so the only supplies we had were..." He pauses. Vincent's worried look is slowly growing into something a bit beyond worry. "Benedict? Please don't tell me..."

"...I can't get the taste of iron out of my mouth. I. I had to taste test it, s-see if it was perfect." His voice gets quieter and quieter until you can't even hear him anymore.

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You're not sure how to even respond. Vincent is trying his best to comfort his mentor. "Deep breathes, deep breathes, just...it'll be over soon."
[DYING LIGHT] Confronting what you did wrong will always be hard. But he can move on. Anyone can.

"I'm sorry for this, Benedict." You pull out the blood red chef's torque and hold it for him to see. In a sudden swerve, he calms down almost immediately. Not in a good way, though. He sits there, vacantly staring right at it.

"I don't care what it told you. I'm not putting it back on, I discarded it for a reason." He grits his teeth. "Get that damn thing away from it. I ruined it."

"Ruined it?" You put it back on your belt. "I wasn't going to make you wear it but...could you clarify?"

There's another moment of silence. Benedict struggles to swallow as he tries to keep on talking. "I started caring more about being the best, being perfect, having the critics love my cooking over, well..." He sighs. "Enjoying what I did. To the point where I..."

[HOPELESS WRECK] CONSUMED. CONSUME.

He lets what he was going to say be left unsaid. "...when I did what I did, I ruined the promise I made. To be better than the other restaurants. The other chefs. To not hurt anyone with my business."
[DYING LIGHT] Being a good person is the hardest thing you can do.

Vincent shakes his head before patting the chef on the shoulder. "This place is filled with fuck ups. Hell, you're looking at one right now." He points at himself. "But, you can't change what happened."

You nod along, putting the hat away. "I actually have an offer. You might think it's silly but...how about you fulfill that promise of yours?" Honestly, he's done far worse as an anomaly, but you're not even sure how aware of it he was.

Benedict doesn't respond, waiting for you to continue. "Look. I won't imply whatever you did in the past was good. But you can move on. You can try to make up for the deeds you've done with other deeds."

"So, all I ask is that you work for me. A chef of your stature and experience working at this facility would be a great boon."

"Y-yeah! We also get weird extracts and ingredients all the time!" Vincent joins the conversation. "I had to cook the meat of a giant demon once!"

"You're asking me to...work with you?" The former chef confusingly asks. "I didn't expect...that, really. I'm not sure how much good I would be."

"It's simply an offer. You don't have to accept, I'm sure we can find somewhere else for you to be at. But, well, I want you to work for me."
[HOPELESS WRECK] FRANKLY, I'M CURIOUS TO SEE WHAT WEIRD BULLSHIT HE HAS LEFT OVER.
[DYING LIGHT] It's to give him another chance.

"C'mon, Benedict?" A slight whine makes itself known through Vincent.

It takes a bit but before you know it, Benedict extends a hand out towards you. You grab his hand and shake it. "I'll do it. If only to, I don't know, do anything. Being in a hospital bed rots your mind, ha..."

"Then it's settled. Get some rest."

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>Benedict has officially joined the Facility. While not an official employee, he can be assigned to work orders all the same.
>Due to his cooking expertise, he might be able to create dishes that other employees or chefs might not. Giving him expensive or anomalous ingredients might be able to create unique dishes.

"I'll handle him from here. Benedict, it's over, you can rest." "Mmh."

You get up. Well, that was exhausting but you still have another interview to go. You take a couple steps over to where Ranger Cloud is. Aside from your little interruption earlier, the two have been having a decent conversation. Alas, you're gonna breach it.

"Excuse me." You step closer. The two Rangers look at you with an equal amount of tiredness visible in them. Bags are underneath Zero's eyes and Cloud? Cloud doesn't look like he's a young kid anymore. There's barely a hint of life in his eyes.
[HOPELESS WRECK] you don't like that look. it reminds you of yourself.

"What do you want?" Cloud mutters. Well, that's a warm welcome if you have ever heard one.

"Just a talk. It'll be quick and easy then I'll get out of your hair, okay?"
[BOUND BY DUTY] Quick? A lie. Easy? Also a lie.

"Fine." The kid curtly responds. You take this moment to grab a chair to sit across from him. You rather get the really, really dark question you have out of the way so...

"So. In our fight, I saw you took some Boosters. Is that correct?"

"Yeah?" Cloud tilts his head. "Why wouldn't I? It was a fight."

"You took six doses of a combat drug. I'm not the most knowledgeable person but you had to know that would've fucked you up even you won." You lean forward to stare him right in the eyes. You want straight answers, no deflections.

"Why?"

A bitter, humorless giggle escapes from Rox- Zero's mouth. "You killed five of his teammates. What do you think?" Ranger Cloud nods along, not even having the energy to laugh.

"If I was going to die, it was going to be on my terms. That is that." There's not even the vaguest hint of hesitation in his answer. No emotions, just a matter of fact statement. "Would've blown my brains out if you didn't restrain me."

[HOPELESS WRECK] A HOPELESS DESPERADO. I WONDER WHAT OUR LIFE WOULD'VE BEEN AS ONE.

"...If you need help, we have a shrink you can talk t-"

"Save the sappy shit for someone else." Cloud spits at the ground. "You won. I don't need your pity. The chef might, but I don't."

[DYING LIGHT] The drugs are meant to numb all senses of pain. Could they numb emotional ones as well? Is there a Lack in him?
[HOPELESS WRECK] ARE WE REALLY GOING TO LISTEN TO SOMETHING CALLED A FUCKING GRAVEDIGGER? KID'S FUCKING MENTAL, NOTHING MORE.

"Yet you're still here with us." You state.
"Yet I'm still here." Cloud responds.

"Guess I suck at dying too, huh? Guess I'm not worth shit." Cloud closes his eyes. "I've known that for a while. Sucks to have it confirmed, though."
[DYING LIGHT] He's been feeling this long before the fight.

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"Or maybe you're just too good at living, eh?" Zero tries her best to lighten up the mood. You offer a small chuckle to be polite but the kid doesn't take. Zero sighs. "Sorry. I'm sick of dark stuff, you know?"

"Then why did you become a Ranger?" Cloud raises an eyebrow. "And boohoo. Not my fault an old man felt like sticking his nose into things." He's trying his best to be confident but you saw the cracks long, long before now.

"Well, what now?"

"Eh?" Cloud leans in. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you lost the fight. What do you plan on doing now? Our doctors kept you around and there's no way we're letting you take the easy route. So, what do you plan on doing now."

"Are you going back to R-Company? Are you going to stay here?"

"I. Huh." Cloud raises his hands up and looks down on them. "I didn't really expect to get this far, you know? I was ready to have a former Ranger blow my brains out, yeah?" Zero offers a nervous, uncomfortable laugh in response.

"Please don't say that." An odd gentleness makes itself known in her voice. "You weren't even supposed to be here. Kids your age are supposed to be training."

"Big talk coming from the lady who called us." The noises Cloud makes aren't even laughs anymore. That's just the closest comparison you can give to the raspy croaks he makes. "But, I'm not leaving. My legs won't obey me anyways."

Zero rubs her face with her hands. "I know. I already had to listen to him dressing me down. I got it the first time from him.

"Should've just blown me away. Both of you. I'm no use to anyone." On his face, there's something that only a blind man who recently gained vision could call a smile.

[BOUND BY DUTY] "No." There's not a hint of hesitation in your voice. "If you were useless, you would've ran or you would've begged for mercy. Yet you stood your ground. That's admirable."

"Yeah. That was some nasty stuff you did." Zero lifts up her poncho to reveal some nasty bruises across her stomach. "Real nasty stuff. Still feeling it right now." She rubs the still healing bruise around her neck too.

The tough act the kid is trying to put up is starting to crack. His "smile" wavers into something closer to an actual facial expression. A frown. "...So, what do you want from me?"

"If you want to, I want you to work with us. You said yourself that in your line of work, you're likely to die. Well, why not live with us?"

"..." The kid looks away.

"Kid, I fucked up too. If nothing else, he lets me stick around here." Zero holds out a hand. "Why not be worthless together, eh?" She genuinely laughs without any hint of bitterness or overconfident smugness. That's a first from her.

"...If it gets you to leave me alone, sure. Not sure how much use I can be."
>Ranger Cloud has unofficially joined your facility. While still healing from his wounds, he is still usable for general work orders.

[DYING LIGHT] Is that a smile peeking through? Or is it just the shine of the medbay lights?

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"Again, I'm sorry that it had to end up the way it did. I know you just did what we both agreed you had to do." You lean back against your chair, humming a nonsensical tune to yourself. Just going with whatever sounds nice. "This is going to be a bit of a tone shift considering everything but...could you tell me about your comrades?"

"Comrades?" Cloud snorts. "How old are you again? Storm told me only old geezers say words like that."
[DYING LIGHT] Hey! It's not lame, it's the proper way to describe his group! It's not out of fashion, is it?

"Yeah, I got to admit, it's a bit silly." Zero remarks.

Your face heats up. "Look, I just want to know their names. I don't want them to die as faceless nobodies."

Cloud raises his hands up in mock surrender. Thick bandages are wrapped around them, still recovering from the nasty injuries they received. "Alright, alright. Snow, me, Rain, Ash..." He lowers his hands, the smug smile that was spreading on his face disappearing. "...Hail and Lightning. That was, uh, the six of us."

"Interesting theme for the names. Could you tell me a bit about them?"

"I, uh, was only really close friends with Snow and Rain. Never really knew the others that well." He mutters, resting his hands on his lap. "Snow reminds me of you. An old fart who's stuck in the past."
[HOPELESS WRECK] WE HAVE NO PAST. WE'RE FUCKING NOBODY BUT TITLES AND REGRETS.

"He would always go on about honor and fairness and shit. How we only needed six people because we were aimed to the teeth. I told him that ANNOUNCING THE FIGHT HOURS IN ADVANCE would get us creamed but hey. Look where we are."

"And for Rain?"

"..." His cheeks flash red for only a second before disappearing, leaving only a smile with no warmth left in it. "A mistake. I got too close. She got too close to me."

Zero seems to instantly recognize what he's on about because she wraps her arms around him. "Wh-" "Shh. I know the feeling, I do."

[DYING LIGHT] Oh. Guess even that can bloom in a battlefield, huh?

"Don't feel sorry. I knew it wasn't going to last long but...can you blame someone for trying to find some relief in this place?" You can't tell what his emotion is laces his voice. "It is what it is."

"I'm not sorry." You and Zero speak at the same time. After a moment to process that, she unwraps her arms around Cloud.

"Yeah. Ash was the one who blew up like a firecracker. She was always about blowing shit up, seeing it go to the skies. Lotta good that did her but...at least she died how she lived."

"Her death was, if nothing else, an explosive finale." Zero morbidly muses. Cloud snorts but offers no other response.

"Lightning ran to open your Disposable chamber. Didn't work. Hail was too focused on the meal to even bother fighting, fucking...cheap trick." Cloud mutters.

"It was us or them. I know what I picked." Zero taps her foot on the ground. "What happened is what happened, nothing else to do but to move forward."

"I know. I wished we won, still."

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"Ash and Rain were the ones most excited for it. I guess if nothing else, Ash died quickly and Rain put up a good fight." Cloud muses to himself. "We never really talked much but I heard Hail say that if we made it out, we were going over to a kebab place to treat ourselves."

"'Never celebrate until you win', that's what Lightning said. The others kinda laughed it off. Rain told him that it was going to be a cakewalk. Ash fuckin' asked for some C-Bomb but apparently 15 C-Extract was too pricey." Cloud is just muttering to himself.

"I kinda just wished I wasn't the one who survived, you know? Snow was going to croak soon but...fuck, at least let Rain or Lightning live. They deserved that much."

[BOUND BY DUTY] Should we tell him? I'm not sure if Ash was able to be revived but the others were intact enough to be revived.
[DYING LIGHT] I think it's too soon. Especially considering how the meatmen and women look.
[HOPELESS WRECK] KID DESERVES TO KNOW, THOUGH. I DON'T WANT HIM TO WALLOW IN SELF PITY FOREVER.

"They deserved it more than me. I was just the replacement."

"Bullshit." Zero spits out.

You hold out a hand. "That's not how you were in my eyes." Cloud stares down at your hand with confusion, not sure how to take your gesture.

"I'm being serious. For one kid against ten or so fighters, three of which were anomalous? You were a damn good fighter."

"Gotta back the man up on that. I was like a ragdoll to you. Kinda scary, actually."

"...I just did what I had to do. Wished it was an actual duel, though." Cloud mutters, rubbing his right arm. His left is covered in burns. "But thanks." He grabs a hold of your hand and shakes it. "Maybe I can carry on their legacy, huh?" You can't quite tell if he's being sarcastic or sincere.

"By being a drugged up monster?" Zero pats the blonde haired kid on the head. Cloud snorts, trying to put on a smile. "Better than the easy way out, I guess."

"In another time, in another place, I wish I could've met you without any of this baggage between us."

"Same here. I know you were just doing what you had to." Cloud sighs. "I'll...you were talking about a shrink, right?"

"Correct, G2. Grant, I think he calls himself. He's always open."
"Yeah, I sometimes talk to him." Zero nods her head. "He's nice to talk to when you have nothing else to do."

"...Maybe I'll talk to him. After I understand what the hell you did to Mr. Baker to make him panic like that." Cloud tilts his head to the side.

"Well, that's all I had to say." You stand up and turn around to leave the medbay. "Benedict. Cloud. Rest up and welcome to the team. Feel free to talk to our shrink."

"O-okay." Benedict raises a shaky, unstable thumbs up. "Fine." Cloud shrugs, trying his best to keep his cool in comparison.

"Zero, Vincent, feel free to talk to them as long as you want until further orders." And with that, you exit the medbay. You have one more interview target to deal with.

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>P/Presley: Use Instrument Bundle. Jam and release those kitty woes!
>P, interview, now. Shove GG on him to cool him down.

Interview might be a bit of a strong term considering he's currently chained up on the third floor, in Kate's former office. And he's clearly gibbering at you.

"AIN'T NOTHING BUT A HOUND, NOTHING BUT A HOUND! MEOW, MEO..w. Fukcing, FUCKING cat, BARK! BARK! BARK!" Christ (or whatever RBA used), he's barely even there. Why does he keep talking about hounds, though?

"Presley." You place the police badge onto him. "It's me. Admin. Talk to me, okay?" You're not sure if he has authority over anyone but hopefully this does something.

"BARK, WOOF, MEOW bar K ba...bark. Shut up, ZayNE I'M TRying to thin...k?" Presley mutters to himself, now in a daze moreso than anything else. "Huh? WherE aM i...?"
[HOPELESS WRECK] THE INTERFERENCE OF THAT CHUCKLEFUCK IS MESSING WITH HIS MELTDOWN. IT'S NOT INTENTIONAL BUT IT'S TECHANICALLY HELPING.

"Presley. Can you listen to me? What the hell happened?"

"Round pegs can't fit into square holes, sir." Presley speaks with an unusual amount of clarity before his voice goes on the fritz again. "KILL THAT CAT I WANT TO RIP HER LIMB FROM LIMB BARK BARK BARK MEOW MEOW!"
[HOPELESS WRECK] HOW MUCH OF THIS NONSENSE SHOULD WE EVEN PAY ATTENTION TO?

You sigh. "Right. Well, I got this." A guitar, a saxophone, some drums, a trumpet and trombone, and a microphone. There's some other instruments in the bundle but those are the ones you place the closest to him. "You get to play with these, Elvis."

That gets his attention. "I AM ELVIS...?"

"...Yeah, yeah. I'll loosen the chains a little bit if you just play those, Elvis. Jam to release those kitty woes."

"I...I. Where am I? I AM..." He mutters. The chains glow with a faint light. You slowly approach him and adjust the chains to keep his legs chained up while letting his arms free.

You slowly place the guitar in his hands before backing up. You just hope to whatever Gods exist that he doesn't break it. He strums a few strings. "I...donT gottA WORK?"

"Not for this hour. Just play the songs and you'll be fine." Your willpower is slowly draining, you can feel it in your soul. "Okay? Just relax and you'll be the King you're meant to be."

The android starts picking up the pace of his strumming. Before a vaguely familiar melody fills the air. Presley tries his best to tap his feet to the rhythm. "The warden threw a party in the county jail..."
[HOPELESS WRECK] OKAY, GOOD, KEEPS HIM DISTRACTED WHILE THE CHAINS HEAL HIM. LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.

You raise a thumbs up. "Good work. Just keep doing that." Your 'interview' didn't really go anywhere but you'll just leave him like this until he's better.

You exit the office and head back to your office. That's enough personal one and one stuff for an hour, thanks.

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>Fortune’s android fortune, use your best judgment
>Sec. Department with the help of Seneca will cut stars on D-classes flesh according to FORTUNE'S well fortune.

Finally back in your chair. Okay, now time to think on how to handle the Android issue from here.

So, Opal, Presley, and Employee W have been damaged. The other Androids still here are Zayne, Spamton, Emily, Oswlad and T2.

Can't damage Spamton or Oswald because they're assigned to taxes and Zayne...well, Zayne is up there too. You know too little about T2 to damage her willy nilly yet. So it's either Zayne or Emily this hour.

[HOPELESS WRECK] X AND Y ARE GONE BUT I HAVE TO ASK. DOES DISTANCE MATTER? IF THEY ARE DAMAGED, WILL THEY COUNT?

"Maybe." You respond to yourself. "Not like I can control that, so I have to use what I have here."

Checking up on Emily, she's watching on the whole "cutting stars into D-Class flesh" procedure happening with an outwardly positive smile but you can HEAR her internal screams. Not literally but still. Doesn't help when one of the D-Class screams bloody murder when salt is freshly rubbed into their wound.

"T-this is for the benefit of other humans, th-this human harm is fine. Right?" Emily mutters to herself. She flinches after seeing Jack slam his knee against D-5UH4, sending her to the ground.

"No one is fessing up to the riot, so this is what we gotta do. Consider this everyone's punishment." Jack snarls, digging his shoe into the amazonian's back. She grits her teeth, waiting for it to get over with. "FELIX! MORE STARS INTO THIS ONE! SHE CAN HANDLE IT."

[DYING LIGHT] While a punishment of some sorts would be necessary for the riot, isn't this a bit much?
[BOUND BY DUTY] Two birds with one stone. It is a punishment that also helps the others.
[HOPELESS WRECK] THIS IS WHAT THEY GET FOR BEING RETARDS DURING THE FUCKING COWBOY FIGHT!

Seneca sighs, disinfecting her scalpel before going in for another incision on D-5UH4. Stars coat the flesh of the other nameless D-Class.

>E/Emily: Experiment with Flesh Idol.
You don't even think she read anything other than the lines "flesh idol" and "against human harm". She quickly rushes over to the storage room where it's kept.

Huh, her hands look a lot less blocky and more...slender? Human-like? Hard to say but she's gotten a tune up to look more humanoid, metallic skin aside.

"Oh, bless the Father, please let your creations survive while I endure the pain meant for them!" She mutters, gripping the cross as tightly as she can. A white light makes itself known, surrounding the cross.

Nothing seems to happen at first aside from Emily looking far, far more tired. She puts a hand to her head, grumbling. "Owie...headache." She puts the cross down, stumbling outside of the storage room.

You check around the facility to see what the hold up is, surely it didn't just damage her and did nothing, right?

(meant to say one on one in the previous post.)

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Turns out it didn't because when you checked up back on the medbay, Benedict is getting out of bed. He doesn't look the healthiest still but some life has returned to him. "W-woah, you need to stay in bed, man." Vincent mutters, trying his best to get him to lay back down.

Cloud looks a bit better too but he rests in bed still, not bothering to get up.

The third target that seemed to be Opal, as you're pretty sure she hasn't gone to Bill yet for a patch job yet some of the gashes on her chassis have been shoddily welded shut.

>FLESH IDOL ASPECT REVEALED
>White Light: Damages the employee to partially heal three employees. Might've gone for some of the more damaged ones?

>O, temporarily replace K in her Agent duties
>S-4M: Control Spike. Observe the B-Company Agent in K/Kate's stead.
You absolutely have to deal with whatever the fuck kind of episode happened between O and C but for now, it seems like she hasn't fully cracked yet. She trails behind the agent.

>Even at red morale, Androids are still liable to obey your commands unless other traits interfere. Humans are likely to disobey commands at red morale.

The Agent is constantly going through the three floors of the facility and Spike, who still has some noticeable damage, is slow and bulky. So after some quick discussion, Spike has assigned itself to watch after the Agent when she's on the second floor.

The other two floors? Opal follows after her. The Agent slowly looks around the various rooms of the facility, writing down notes on here notepad. Opal is copying her, writing her own notes down.

The Agent occasionally glances back, as if she notices someone is watching her. Either out of willful ignorance or not being as watchful as you would expect, she doesn't raise any complaints.

You'll check up on the notes Opal has written before it shifts to Hour 4.

>V, get on those cookies
He's certainly doing his best after dealing with the infodump and kinda fucked up stuff Benedict was going on about. With all of the left over cooking equipment and some of the ingredients gotten from F-Company and the garden, he's making a pretty decent cookie dough.

[HOPELESS WRECK] BUT NO CHOCOLATE CHIPS. THIS MEANS THEY ARE OBJECTIVELY WORTHLESS.
[BOUND BY DUTY] To us, yes. To a cat, chocolate is highly dangerous. We are not killing a borrowed anomaly.

"C'mon, c'mon, bake. Bake." The chef mutters as he begins making small little balls of cookie dough to hopefully cook up nice and crispy. Really, you just want to watch him do this. There's no final misc you gotta do.

S-sure, you did write it down on the notepad you have but surely, you can skip it. You didn't open that weird A-Box, though you probably have the time to do it now, and that was on the l-

>Admin: Call in B2/Cluwne. First thank them for their service in all these invasions and works so far.
[DYING LIGHT] Zeta. Enough delaying. Call in the cluwne.

You gulp. Okay, this has to happen. Might as well rip it off now.

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Administrator --> B2
ADMINISTATOR: Come to my office. I have a surprise for you.

You have a devious plan in mind. Something to clear your mind after everything that's happened lately. "S-4M. Get the maid robot to wet the floor right outside the airlock."

"Sir, are you fucking mental?" Your assistant states without any hint of yes-man glee or smugness. You didn't know that he could even feel fear. "I can't, in good faith-"

"Do it."

"...Order sent." S-4M disappears from the screen. The disgustingly cute maid is currently outside your airlock as seen on your cameras. And in the distance, you can see a blur of white and green quickly approaching your office.

The maid finishes "cleaning" before promptly leaving. The squeaking of cluwne shoes is getting louder and louder. The dread seeping into your very soul soaks in deeper and deeper. And then, you see it.

The cluwne slips on the puddle. He tries his best to keep his balance before landing face first into the pool of water. HONK! For a split moment, you thought you hear a laugh track coming from Containment Cell D.

The cluwne pulls himself up from the puddle. His outfit is soaking wet, making his normally bright green suit dull green. He looks up at the camera and flashes the widest, most ecstatic smile you've seen on anything vaguely humanoid.

[BOUND BY DUTY] You have entered a contract with the cluwne. Leaving your office might be a bit riskier.
[DYING LIGHT] This is clown to clown communication! This is how we connect!

"S-4M. Open the airlock." You can't quite tell if your smile is fake or not but you sound the exact opposite of happy. "Y-yes, sir." S-4M buzzes. You've tuned out the sounds of the airlock opening by now but the squeaky shoes? You'll never get used to them.

An abomination of face paint and overwhelmingly bright green stands before you. A smile only the devil could love is plastered on his mouth like a mask. "HONK HONK! HELLOW, CONDOM! WHAT DO YOU ASK OF, SERVICE WISE???"

C-0RA quickly slides underneath your shitty bed before the cluwne can see her. S-4M? Only god knows what he's doing when his face isn't visible. You force your smile as wide as it can be.

"Well, you've done pretty well lately. I think a funny little clown deserves an equally funny reward, does he not?

"OH! OH! WHAT DID I GET, HUH, HUH, HUH, HUH, HUH!" God, why is his voice so FUCKING nasally. You shake your head. "First, here you go!" You slide the two little gifts you got delivered through the pipe system over to him.

"Some clown equipment and some bright, blinding paint!"

"OH! PRAISE THE HONKMOTHER, YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO!" He quickly picks up the bag filled with all sorts of clown tools in one hand and the bucket with the other. "THANK YOU! OH, WHATEVER CAN I DO TO REPAY THE FAVOR? CLEAN YOUR SHOES WITH MY-"

"Uh, yeah there's something we have to do that I don't wanna. A certain fortune tells me I have to...kiss you."

The cluwne wiggles his eyebrows with a smirk.

"OH HON. THIS IS YOU COMING ONTO ME, HUH???" oh lord above oh father please FUCKING SAVE US. "ALRIGHT, PRETTY BOY. COME OVER HERE."

You nervously get up from your chair and approach the cluwne. Oh god, he reeks of bananas and blood. Okay, just something on the cheek and that counts, right? You force yourself to lean in, aiming for his cheek.

Oh god why are his hands around your head now OH GOD WHY IS HE PULLING CLOSER IS THAT HIS TONGUE-

It only took a few seconds in real time but mentally, you swore it took fifteen hours straight. You force yourself to blank out to not remember what the hell just happened.

You stand there like a deer in the headlights after he pulls away. You don't even want to dare acknowledge the foul aftertaste of circus peanuts in your mouth.
[HOPELESS WRECK] YOU KNOW, THAT ONE TIME WITH KATE ISN'T THAT BAD IN COMPARSION, HUH, BOUND?
[HOPELESS WRECK] BOUND? DYING? YOU THERE? HELLO?

"HA! YOU JUST GOT PRANKED BY BOZO THE CLOWN! PAYBACK, BABY!" The cluwne quickly picks up your gifts before waddling out of the office, disappearing into the endless steel hallways of this facility.

You sit down on your chair. Okay, time for the work notes those two wrote. Nothing happened in the last five minutes and it was a waste of company time but that's fine.

WORKING NOTES - O
-An arrow sign pointing somewhere with numbers? His description is vague but maybe they're pointing to towns? Doesn't make sense.
-I asked him if there were anything but the lotuses. He mentioned some weird lumps of stone or wood in some of the patches.
-B-Company Agent focused on: containment cells, logs on work orders, PARADIGMs, K, Mr. Salt, Spike (tried to get access, we denied).
-Showed constant interest in our anomalies, asking to be let in. Denied: Only authorized access from Head or Administrator allowed.
-Showed EXTERME interest in A2. Uncertain why, wrote down lots of notes about her. Something about "bizarre oddity" and "unique DNA degradation".
-Agent seemed oddly upset over something for first ten minutes of observation. No one wanted to say anything, worried it was bait.
-Observation will continue. Want to talk to G2, personal reasons, you know why. But will observe for now.

And you get Emily's dump of what happened with Fortune while you are asleep. You take a quick look at it but...huh. You've already seen this before. You know you shouldn't have, you were asleep. The only details you haven't seen before are...

-The agents were pretty angry at me for wanting the book back. I told them what I had to get it, set up the protection ritual for Delta
-M- No, E-Company update came. My head feels clearer, I can see people's vitals now! This will help greatly!
-Most of the fortunes not shown were quickly stored as extract. I did find one more while searching again. Not really a fortune. Attached below.
-"I must cling together, focus. My form is weak but I must endure. It is my fate. Must not fade into the ether again."

Hour 4, Shift 9
QUOTA: 0/35 C-Extract Refined
Optional QUOTA: 1/4 Mystery Meat
A-Energy: 79 units, +7/hour
Taxed A-Energy (what is collected from your two new anomalies. 27% will be removed at the end of the shift.): 34 units
ICP: 3
C-Extract: 8

SPONSORSHIPS:
>L-Company: Every third hour, do not work on anomalies. Let them rest.
>C-Company: Complete Extraction work seven times this shift. Current count: 5
>S-Company: Store two anomalies at your facility and keep them there for the next two days.
>B-Company: Talk to a B-Company representative and let them watch your operations for the next two days.
>Mr. Churchland: Work without D, H, and N in your facility and ship three extracts from different anomalies each day. Current count: 3/3. Done for today!

DEPARTMENT HEAD ABILITIES
>Soothing (Employees will slowly regain their morale over time. Bonding work done may soothe and calm down anomalies. Floor wide, Monifa's on the first floor)
>High Quality (Anomalies may occasionally produce C-Extract when worked on. Chance increases the more dangerous the anomaly is. Floor wide, Q's on the third floor.)

INTERACTIONS [1 Hour Each]

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

INANIMATE
>Anomalies: Fortune for a Price, Chattering Lack of Common Sense, Sunset at the Pyramids
>Assign Employee (Same as Living)

MISC
>Facility: REFINEMENT ROOM, Explore the Fourth Floor (Unknown. Felix said to "be quiet" on it. Caused C-0RA damage when searched in.), Unleash the Beast (Costs 2 A-Energy to activate. Sometimes doesn't consume A-Energy.)
>S-4M: Anomaly Analyzation (Write in which anomalies you want to analyze and for how long.), Control Spike (Write in what you want him to do.)
>C-ORA: Search Protocol (Write in what you want her to find. Some metaphysical or classified information can't be accessed.)
>Assign Employee (To do what? Any specific instructions?)
>Assign a Sponsorship. (J and X-Company are open for a sponsorship. Ask for dead bodies or something else? What rewards to offer them? [Energy, items, a service, etc]. The Agent will assist you.)

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? About what?)
>Contact a Company via Fax (Who? About what? QM will tell you how much it'll cost.)
>Leave the office.
>End the workday (Enters Downtime/Upgrade phase)

That per hour energy is getting pretty damn huge. If it depends on how close it is to you, god knows what will happen if it gets to the double digits.

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And we are finally back. Again, apologies for the long break. I'm about as healthy as I'm going to be running this quest. Previous thread has been archived, shit shouldn't take so long next time.

I'll say this, the -1 vote in the last thing was funny but I'm not actually taking those into consideration.

Welcome back to the autism grind. You're here forever with me.

>>5533837
>Send Bozo the cluwne to Little Miss Sunshine.

>>5533843
>healthy
Good your health is back to normal
>Welcome back to the autism grind. You're here forever with me.
It's good to be back, nigga

Analysis time

>>5533728
>that entire OP text
What could they have obtained that 3 fucking companies are going "fuck no, get rid of it" about it?

>>5533747
>impressively gaunt
He's been a robot for who knows how long. Have somebody get him some real food
>slowed down
I wonder what caused this. It doesn't matter much anymore, though

>>5533753
>yellow eyes
I hope we find out more as we go
>perfectly clean
He murdered his bro with this, and combined with the anomalous energy it buffed the cleaver to the way it is now?
>gym helped
THE GAINS
>taste of iron
He killed AND cooked AND ate his bro

>>5533760
>damn thing away
New rule: B3/Bene is FORBIDDEN from being near the Art meal and proximity/using YP AT ALL. I'm not sure if he should be banned from using the cleaver either
>ruined the promise
That's why it is "Yesterday's Promise." Now it makes sense
>WEIRD BULLSHIT
Agree

>>5533771
>not an official employee
So he's like Mr. Salt or Churchland?
>create unique dishes
We still need to save some items to throw to C-Corp for equipment too. Decisions decisions...
>Rox- Zero's
C'mon inner voices, step it up
>a Lack in him?
Wonder how he'd pair with K/Kate in works
>FUCKING GRAVEDIGGER
if The Undertaker told me important things, I'd listen to him too

>>5533773
>smile peeking
There's hope for him yet
>this entire Cloud talk
;_;7

>>5533776
>Comrades?
>Dying Light offended
I've played Digital Devil Saga, and Cloud is wrong
>Snow
He falls in the same class as ETF-Beta, ETF-Chi, G/Gary, and us. The hardened old man.
>FUCKING NOBODY
Not quite, but enough that we can exploit it
>HOURS IN ADVANCE
Hey, it helped us didn't it
>bloom in a battlefield
At least neither would die a virgin, huh
>It is what it is.
That's that, and this is this
>"I'm not sorry."
Nice moment

>>5533780
>kebab place
B3/Bene: "Mostly served foods cityslickers could eat on the go. Fries, kebabs, pretzels."
What a golden opportunity!
>C-Bomb
What is this a reference to?
>15 C-Extract
Not for us
>Rain or Lightning live
Let's resolve Shot first, then we can see about that?
>Ash
I'm OK if she isn't. Bitch blew herself up, went out the way she wanted
>DESERVES TO KNOW
I agree. Maybe he's the key to reviving the meatpeople with Shot's willingness to change and resolve. It might turn out good after all, and Cloud will at least get some measure of closure if it doesn't
>G2/Grant
We need to buy another shrink for him to share the workload with, guys. Our one shrink must be too burdened with solo tardwrangling the issues of everybody in our building.

>>5533782
>chained up
We've yet to try the Blessed Chains on Velvet like U/Uriel said.
>chains glow
Nice
>willpower is slowly draining
Ouch
>warden threw a party
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gj0Rz-uP4Mk

(cont)

>>5533785
>Spamton
>Oswald
We CAN damage them if we get them to work on something that can hurt them like Velvet, or hurt them in a misc like we've done with Flesh Idol and C/Celanine's berserk episode. I'm still leery of having O2/Oswald do a work because of his Hyperfocus, but we chose to have him upgraded for a reason. We should make use of him the next day, I say
>Zayne
I say Admin fights him to put him in his place, damaging him that way. Maybe a Subdue work on Velvet? Maybe involving him with Shot could be nice since Shot behaved nicely towards him that one time we had him work there
>T2
T2 is going to Sunshine this next hour of works. No exceptions.
>Emily
Needs to take mental damage she can endure fine. She's still physically frail and one of our most valued employees
>DOES DISTANCE MATTER?
Hopeless Wreck asking the BIG questions. Speaking of that, I also wonder if Protective Binding to transfer damage from an android to an object still counts, or if it is cheating and an android must TAKE that damage themselves for it to transmit effect to the X5 Outsider
>internal screams
Well that's quite the mental damage isn't it?
>D-5UH4
We've yet to Thorn Ring them
>riot punishment
I like Sec's ingenuity combining the punishment AND the anti-Star star-carving together
>THIS IS WHAT THEY GET FOR BEING RETARDS
Extremely true
>slender
A lot better for milking semen from patients like Admin
>bless the Father
I wonder how Future would react to seeing this. We haven't even shown Flesh Idol to him yet, or to Shot
>far, far more tired
On top of her "Exhausted (Energy Collection-, Stamina-, Willpower+)" which I think she got from REFINEMENT on day 1 thread 1. Ouch

>>5533790
>White Light
A heal that prioritizes the most damaged people? Sweet
>between O and C
Yeah but we can't exactly do that right now, not yet. I want to address this SOON
>red morale androids
Lest we forget: "can always act regardless of status"
>willful ignorance
She's a B-Corp Agent. She fucking KNOWS she's being observed around. No surprise there
>doing his best
Even now after the training from Art he went through, V/Vincent is still shaken by B3/Bene having done all THAT. Remember people, he has 2 WP and -1 Mental Prot. That ain't good
>ingredients gotten from F-Company
When the FUCK was this????
>NO CHOCOLATE CHIPS
>To a cat
Do anomalous cats still follow regular cat rules though? Even ignoring that, both are correct
>the notepad you have
Oh yeah we have some notepad on which we list all the vote things in-character in the quest. Cool
>weird A-Box
That's for next time

(cont)

>>5533895
>When the FUCK was this????
F-Company - "Eat a heart, eat a liver, we will never fail to deliver."
"Greetings. We're looking for a fine dining experience that the other companies are sorely lacking right now. We'll send over our best food critic. Make her a meal she's satisfied with.

Fair warning. She's a mighty hungry Harvester. Don't disappoint her."
Reward: 9 A-Energy, a two-day supply of high-end ingredients, +Favor with F-Company

(From the last ship before the half year hyperhiatus)

I'm not going to write down every single ingredient that was in the shipment they gave but eggs and milk would be in the shipment.

>>5533805
>without any hint
S-4M is scared. This is huge
>disgustingly cute maid
When will we change her outfit already?
>laugh track
Thanks Sense
>You have entered a contract with the cluwne. Leaving your office might be a bit riskier.
How will we perform our Admin miscs now? Wait till day's end?

>>5533827
>this entire event
When will we hire the opposite of the clown man... the mime girl? Or we can do something crazy like buy a mime outfit and order K/Kate to wear it
>pointing to towns?
X Town or Y Village in this direction, Z distance?
>weird lumps of stone or wood
Destroyed obelisks? Were there more than just Sunset that existed back then? And those lotuses are all that remains of them? We never did ask S-Company where they recovered Sunset from, nor did they bother to tell us...
>logs on work orders
We had a bunch of those from one of these floors in that one abandoned office space we salvaged. "Pages of old anomaly work orders, tax forms, messages from and to Floor 2's previous department head, and other misc. forms. Everything valuable that could be gleamed has been gleamed from them."
>Mr. Salt
I think he wouldn't want the Eye on him and his business, otherwise I'd propose they do Paradigm testing together
>constant interest
Great time to work on one
>A2
Figures
>"bizarre oddity"
Yeah, she's Admin's clone
>"unique DNA degradation"
What? We should ask her about this
>oddly upset
>first ten minutes
It was our talk. She's frustrated in a lot of ways and senses. Maybe C-0RA's latest fic can help her with one of those :^)
>talk to G2
Good call
>already seen this
Thanks OP for not restating it
>M- No, E-Company update
What was that?
>see people's vitals
SUIT
SENSORS
TO
MAXIMUM
OR
YOU
WILL
DIE
(BEEP BOOP)
>"I must cling together, focus. My form is weak but I must endure. It is my fate. Must not fade into the ether again."
I want a good outcome for Fortune. I want to OBEYfag to him, but I want him to become a DISOBEYfag in turn towards what forces him

And... done

>>5533837
Let's do this

LIVING
>Future
Cross-test with Sirocco
>Sirocco
Future, M/Monifa, R/Roxy, and Ranger Zero to Bond with Sirocco. Little girl's growing up, and it is up to us to receive her as she finally resolves. Bring the survival lessons book as well. (I seriously hope Future doesn't hate R/Roxy for being a dog employee. At least behave for the child's sake; that dog is her friend!)
>Star
S2/Spamton and D-C453Y to Nurture with Star. Get her some food and drink, try driving a hard bargain together, and see what happens.
>Shot
F/Felix, J/Jack, and I/Isabelle to Extraction with Shot. Harvest that meat. Use your authority to keep his attention on you two during the meat collection, and not on his meat soldiers outside.
>Velvet
E/Emily to Nurture with Velvet. Put on the fire resistant gear and perform a checkup on her. She used to be human, and in a way she still is. You are helping lessen her human harm, remember that. Endure the heat damage in the meantime. (Get that morale up!)
>Sunshine
T2 to Nurture with Sunshine. Feed them the cookies, pet them, groom them, show them love, go nuts!
(Explicitly tell T2 beforehand that the cookies are due to information we got from analyzing Sunshine; yes she is OK to eat these cookies because she's anomalous, ignoring that she's a cat.)

INANIMATE

>Fortune
B-Company Agent to Appease with Fortune. Ask for a fortune and horoscope.
>Sense
Z/Zayne to Subdue with Sense. Talk shit about literally everything the TV shows you, even if its something about you. Be a real hardass and don't discriminate. If you get hurt, endure it without eating shit and dying to a TV like a fucking retard.
>Sunset
L/Lily and M2 to Extraction with Sunset. Harvest those lotuses gently, like trimming dead leaves from a plant, or snipping off leaves to carry to the nest.

MISC

Admin: Tell O/Opal to talk to G2/Grant as she wanted. Get that therapy this hour. (Actual repairs of physical damage next hour, preferably, so B/Bill and Mr. Salt aren't too distracted with THE BIG ONE and PARADIGM fun)
Admin: Check on THE BIG ONE repairs with B/Bill and Mr. Salt
Admin: Note B3/Bene is FORBIDDEN from being near Art of Flesh meals, Yesterday's Promise, and Bloody Cleaver.
Admin: Personally nterview That One Meatlady while Shot is distracted by Extraction work.
A2/Adama: Get B3/Bene some much-needed food and coffee, the man looks like shit.
O2/Oswald: Experiment with Flesh Idol
K/Kate: Tax Reduction work this Hour 4
C/Celanine: Observe the B-Company Agent in place of K/Kate for this Hour 4, and use OWB
Mr. Salt: Give him GWIT and YP plus ingredients for this Hour 4, for 2 Revolver Bullets. If he wants to keep what he makes with YP, that'll be 2 more Revolver Bullets because that's our ingredients he's using. Otherwise the dish belongs to the facility like YP does.

Accounting Dept:
Q = Tax
Q2 = Tax
O2/Oswald = Flesh Idol to take easy damage
S2/Spamton = Work on Star
K/Kate = Tax

It took fucking forever, but this is my vote post. Goodnight

>>5533837
>>5533955
Fucking FORGOT to add these

INANIMATE
>Make sure L/Lily and M2 equip the two Delectable Jaws for this work.
MISC
>S-4M: Anomaly Analyzation: Sunset at the Pyramids. Time: 1 Hour. Utilize the information obtained from D-W01FY and O/Opal's talk if you can, and see if that somehow helps.
>C-ORA: Search Protocol. Target: The X5 Outsider threat.
>C-ORA: Search Protocol. Target: ETF-Delta.
>C-ORA: Search Protocol. Target: The location where Sunset at the Pyramids was recovered from.

Damn guys, I didn’t know that I was late to the party! I’ll make sure to read this and write up my votes after a good night’s rest.

I'm the miss type everything flying machine fag from the previous thread, I only say this because i gave the original number autist anon a blank check that I still consider valid. As soon as i clock somebody as him ı'll still oblige the check.

>>5533955
>FUTURE and SIROCCO
Hhmmm perhaps FUTURE can even give SIROCCO a few survival lessons of his own. This seems good to me.
>STAR
Seems good to me
>SHOT and The Talk With the Zeta Fan
Great idea anon, I'm all for it
>VELVET
Great work order but i dont think Emily will take much damage but still a good work order.
>SUNSHINE
+1 despite knowing this could end up with a good work result thus ending with a breach

>FORTUNE
+1 only if she has to show the fortune and the horoscope

>SENSE
Great idea +1

>SUNSET
NO, i want this instead
Q with SALESMAN GLASSES, L, M2 extraction. Q will tell a tale of a tyrannical queen who sacrificed her subjects for monetary gain until it all blowed up on her face to the pyramid then dump all the useless paperwork we got from the 3. floor on the pyramid. The resulting Lotuses will be extracted.

>Misc
+1 to all EXPECT the O2 nonsense, we got Zayne eating shit this hour no need for O2 to eat shit as well. Instead i want him offically on WORK ORDER FIND TAX LOOPHOLES. And hey if we still need to hurt him he wont mind us gashing his back side with a saw while he works on the loopholes.

>>5533837
I'm +1 most stuff on >>5533955 EXCEPT these
>SUNSET
Q (with salesman glasses), L, M2 exraction with Sunset. Q will tell the tale of a tyrannical queen who sacrificed her subjects for monetary gain until it all blowed up on her face to the pyramid then dump all the useless paperwork we got from the 3. floor on the pyramid. The resulting Lotuses will be extracted.

>Misc
Admin to O2 "Your work order for the rest of the day is finding loopholes"

Admin to brainstorm ideas on how to get the better of BOZO THE CLUWNE

>>5533960
Say if we asked CORA to find the bugs and spells the B-Corp agent planted to listen to us and the facility would anything come up?
Also
>>5534557
Meant to say " I'll +1 most stuff on analyzing autist anon's post expect for these which i support instead " in my defense i had a busy day.

>>5534547
>>5534557
>FUTURE and SIROCCO
Yeah
>Star
Yeah
>Shot and Meatlady
Yeah
>Velvet
Do you propose we not have them wear fire resistant gear, despite her being an android, and despite Velvet's flames being lower intensity but still up? This would maximize fire damage on her without going too far from safe threshold.
>Sunshine
I doubt one good work alone will breach her. She has no overload unlike Sunset and some other anomalies do. If it does breach her, I want P/Presley to fight that bitch and kick her ass for revenge
>Fortune
Agreed
>Sense
Yeah
>Sunset
That is the stupidest plan I have heard and I refuse to do so. Nonsensical. Total non-sequitur idea. I am dead-set against this retardation
>Zayne eating shit this hour no need for O2 to eat shit as well
How the fuck do you know that for sure? We have no idea how much of a real impact all these are doing. Our best bet is to keep android damage up until we get the all-clear signal.
Hour 1 was S2/Spamton got BIG SHOT by Bane, that's all.
Hour 2 we got P/Presley driven crazy by Sunshine, and W using Flesh Idol then having her arm damaged. Hour 2 was also when Sense showed the X5 Outsider freezing in place temporarily, and the ETFs damaged it somewhat.
Hour 3 just now we had C/Celanine fucking up O/Opal badly physically and mentally, and E/Emily watching HUMAN HARM happen loudly in her medbay followed by using Flesh Idol.

As much as I want O2/Oswald to go in on tax reduction the entire day, the X5 Outsider is a bigger priority. Eventually we might have no choice but to order O2/Oswald on robo-masochism duty alongside S2/Spamton, and permanently keep Q and Q2 and K/Kate on tax reduction, replacing K/Kate with somebody else non-robotic to watch the B-Company Agent. Once we reach the max 15% tax reduction for the day, Accounting Department will be wholly clear to do works and miscs again. So far we fucked up Hour 1 with Accounting Dept. people doing works and miscs, but Hour 1 was also when we first learned about this so there was no way to remedy that. Hour 2 on we began to be diligent about it.
>H1 = 0%
>H2 = -3%
>H3 = -5%
>Total = -8% of -15% done
Hour 6 is when Star breaches, but our Accounting people will still keep doing tax reduction then - unless shit goes WRONG, and hostile Star teleports right in their bean-counter office to magic missile surprise attack them. Let's count Hour 6 as -5% then, and add it to the -8% accumulated thus far. That is -13% of -15% done. If we play Hour 4 right now effectively, we can easily skip Hour 5 tax reduction and conclude the -15% on Hour 6's end. Anyways

>cluwne war
Why. Why would you do this. We only pulled ONE prank on them to show facility solidarity and demonstrate our respect via clown-to-clown communication. We are NOT going to trip ourselves into a prank war we will NOT win, and that will impede our out-of-mancave actions all the time.

>>5534562
>C-0RA bug locate
Now this is an idea I can get behind, very good

>>5534597
>We are NOT going to trip ourselves into a prank war
Anon you misunderstand, the war is already on and there is no surrender on both sides. It was already fucking total war the moment BOZO sliped up on our doorstep. Its to late get of the ride anon and I'm ALL for it!
>How the fuck do you know that for sure?
We don't, but we plan to work for a while meaning we wont have any droids left if we damage our droids any quicker. The best guarantee is the ability to hurt a droid every shift work hour in my opinion.
>Do you propose we not have them wear fire resistant gear?
I'm torn on it to be honest, thats why i didn't brought it up originally. But i lean on yes.
>I doubt one good work alone will breach her.
Better the assume the worst just in case.
>That is the stupidest plan I have heard and I refuse to do so. Nonsensical. Total non-sequitur idea.
Perhaps you didn't pay attention to the previous work orders? The shadows and the flowers are clearly effected by what's being said and fed to the pyramid. So the tale of the dead bitch overseer and the useless paperwork should produce something interesting. You can find the attempt stupid but its far from being a non-sequitur unless you think QM won't let us do the work order for one reason or another.

>Eventually we might have no choice but to order O2/Oswald on robo-masochism duty alongside S2/Spamton
I agree but i don't see why that should prevent us from using Q now and putting O2 to official loophole duty. We can easily harm O2 during his work with no problem if we want to and Q can return to tax duty with no problems in future hours.

>>5534651 #
>war is already on
NO
>hurt a droid every shift work hour
Wouldn't the harder or more frequently we hurt the androids the faster the ETFs take down the Outsider?
>lean on yes
Okay, good
>Assume the worst
This is also T2's lucky number of 4, as in Hour 4. That might be the one reason Sunshine doesn't breach, if she even does
>explanation
Interesting now that you clarify the logic. But not here. Not for Extraction work. That's more Bond or Appease work. I will agree to attempt this in Hour 5 instead. Does that work for you?
>We can easily harm O2 during his work with no problem if we want to
What makes you think so? Personally I disagree, and think harming them in the middle of tax reduction effort is a needless distraction for their job. It'd sabotage ourselves

>>5534691
im gonna assume you are f/TRZ with a diffrent id and answer accordingly
>NO
Anon coping wont help us win the war now stop being a defeatist and get with the program. He's just a man,we have an entire facility how can we possibly lose? *monkey paw finger curls*

>Wouldn't the harder or more frequently we hurt the androids the faster the ETFs take down the Outsider?
We don't know, so if we spread out the resources trough the day our asses will be more secure and hey if shit goes tits up top side I'll assume they'll have the foresight to give us a call in which case we'll just move up the hurt schedule.

>This is also T2's lucky number of 4
This could just turn out to mean she wont die after a catastrophic breach not that the breach wont happen. Such is the funny way FATE likes to work.

>What makes you think so?
I don't know for sure BUT since he's an upgraded super mega autist my guess is he wont even notice a huge gash in is backside as long as he still can think and shuffle tax papers.

>Does that work for you?
HHmmm great offer but I'll like to see if any other anons like or dislike my work order first. If there are no buyers for it I'll give up obviously.

Also this reminded me, lurkers don't feel discouraged by the amount of anomalies. You can just write a work order for the ones you care about or give simple +1 to help the thread chug along. And I know you're out there, you come out to vote during simpler events and dialogues.

>>5534727
Yes and I'm 7xm on mobile
>monkey's paw
CEASE THIS
>spread resources
Hmmm... I'm still not sure.
>funny way
Good point. Fuck. I still feel the big need to do that work order. It lines up so well
>upgraded autist
Should the QM clarify if it would disturb them as a misc?
>see if anons like or dislike first
Ok
>lurker
I agree

>>5534727
>>5534733
Never expected to hear "yeah let's just saw someone across the back while they're doing taxes" but his hyperfocus doesn't make him completely numb to the world around him.

He wouldn't notice a punch but a circular saw would absolutely distract him

>>5534727
There's your answer >>5534891

>>5534951
>Can't even fucking tank his backside being sawed open for his corporation
What has the city come to? They don't make em like they used to bros :^(

On an another note lads I think I figured out how to change work orders for O2!

Jests aside I'm still for using Q in the field(for +energy) while we still have undamaged droids that can do tax work. When time comes for S2 and O2 obviously Q will need to return to his desk.

>>5535284
>change work orders for O2
Uh huh. What's your plan?
>using Q in the field(for +energy) while we still have undamaged droids that can do tax work
There's no work order where I can imagine fitting Q into. Not with Future and Siro as Future is anti-drone. Q has - Nurture due to being a drone, but otherwise has no trait maluses for it. My idea for S2/Spamton doing Nurture on Star was that he has +++ Nurture and with bargaining plus being really annoying to Star, maybe he can take some damage from her somehow; D-C453Y is there because even more advertising plus a HOCHI MAMA for Spamton perhaps. Can't fit in the Shot Extraction work due to no authority. Can't fit in the Velvet order because annoying her will make flames go up again. Can't fit in the Sunshine order because this is T2's solo show this hour. Can't fit in the Fortune order because same reason. Can fit in the Sense order but Spamton has - Subdue, though 4 WP and +1 Mental Prot could help him tank Sense's inevitable mental damage alongside Z/Zayne. Can't fit in the Sunset order either.
I wanted androids to use Flesh Idol for cheap easy damage on them, though if we really need to we can always put another non-robot employee on. Preferably somebody not doing any other works or miscs or recovering (I/Isabelle? W again? One of the specific D-Class we never did much with?).

>>5535307
>What your plan?
Anon it's obvious, to stop his autism fit we just gash him with the saw and the pain slaps him out of it. And since he's a droid he won't mind working injured.
Inb4
>[DYING LIGHT] Sir this doesn't seem like a moral action
Shut up, the pain is made up and fake anyways anon,. Didn't you hear Celanine?
>What can Q even do?
Nothing very well but that doesn't matter at all due to him having +4 energy production. He can do a bad job and it doesn't matter as long as he prints that Abstract juice.
So for what he can fit in
>STAR
He'll be a third wheel but it'll be fine.
>VELVET
He'll annoy Emily with useless (I don't think he knows much about medical care other than how much it costs) middle management attempt but again it should be fine(as long as Emily doesn't snap or something but that'll never happen)
>SUNSET
We won't get as much use out of the +energy but as extraction produces little of it but he still has +extraction as well and I don't see why he can't cut lotuses or if my work order goes trough tell a story and dump papers on a Pyramid.

Also we talk about mental damage from SENSE but didn't it literally almost blow open the sides of the director we suppressed it with(and Admins as well)?

>>5535374
>stop his autism fit we just gash him with the saw
What autism fit? Hyperfocus did not activate because he did not work yet
>fake
Ok
>+4 energy production
That's your excuse to force him?
>those 3
I'd rather go with dumping him on Star's work if you REALLY want to force him, but then who works Flesh Idol? W again for chip damage on top of the recent arm damage? I also don't want Q working because tax reduction, and working with any droid risks the droid not taking the damage we want them to take from these works.
>if my work order goes trough
That's Bond work not Extraction work, stop forcing it. I said I'd back your stupid autusm plan for Hour 5 just to shut you up.
>literally almost blow open the sides of the director we suppressed it with
I gather that's a display of suffering mental damage for droid, based on Presley's actions during Sunshine's work

>>5535538
>What autism fit?
None, he isn't on a work order yet, I'm saying in future we can do it like this if need be
>That's your excuse to force him?
Yeah
>but then who works Flesh Idol?
Its not be all and end all anon, it ain't necessary if we damage the droids anyhow. I'm sure Zayne and Emily taking damage will do the job so we just make sure Emily takes damage and we're good to have a idle Flesh Idol, O2 on Tax (for this hour), and getting that +4 energy by putting Q on the field.
> stop forcing it
Anon please there is no forcing anything, i just put my vote out there and nothing more, now if we were talking about flying machines and FUBAR proofing i might understand a call to stop forcing things.
>I gather that's a display of suffering mental damage for droid
Should be fine either way we want Zayne damaged anyway

Anyways long story short i just want Q doing as much field work as possible due to his stupid amount of +energy and since we still got other people available for desk duty Q can still deliver great profits. Seems like you're fine with them on Star's work that's great! I'll +1 that surely he can take the salesman glasses as well for even more money yeah? And if you REALLY want chip damage from Flesh Idol I'd say yeah let W take another swing at it they aren't doing anything else this shift anyways.
inb4
>Actually if you use the Idol with the same character twice in one day they explode!
Sucks, but it would at least give the pile of bells a good stun.

>>5535567
Fiiiiiiiine faggot, here're your compromise

>>5533837
Adding/changing to vote in >>5533955 and >>5533960
>Star
Add Q to the Nurture work with S2/Spamton and D-C453Y
>Flesh Idol
W experiment with it, not O2/Oswald

Accounting Dept:
Q = Work on Star
Q2 = Tax
O2/Oswald = Tax
S2/Spamton = Work on Star
K/Kate = Tax

There, all good

>>5535579
Looks great to me anon! Nice to see you come around :^)

I extended the vote period a bit since it seemed like posts were slower than usual. So here's what I got:
>Future and Sirocco crosstest/Bond with M, R, and Zero, bring in those survival lessons and help her resolve
>Send in S2, D-C453Y, and Q to Nurture. Get her some food and drink, bargain, see what happens.
>F, J, I to Extract from Shot. Harvest that meat, keep authority around to prevent any Kor complications
>E, Nurture Velvet. Perform a checkup on her and see what's up with her.
>T2, Nurture with Sunshine. Feed it cookies and love on that cat and inform her that, yes, the cat is fine eating them.
>B-Company Agent to Appease Fortune, ask for a fortune and horoscope.
>Z, Subdue Sense. Treat the TV like shit and talk shit about it, be a real god damn hardass. Don't die to the TV, please.
>L and M2 to Extract from Sunset. Harvest some of the lotuses, be very gentle. Focus on the dead or already about to fall off leaves

And miscs as per usual. I will have a follow up vote here about some details. I'd say that three targets is probably the upper limit I'll let you search with C-0RA and I saw some people bring up that they wanted to look for B-Company bugs.

Do you wanna look for them? And if so, which Target already listed do you want to drop?
>YES (Write in to drop X5 Outsider Threat, Delta, or where Sunset was recovered from)
>NO.

Do you want to let E take more physical damage from Velvet by making her not wear protective equipment? Or do you think that's unnecessary.
>Do not hurt the nurse, please. We still have some other non-damaged androids.
>Better to be safe than sorry. Fortune's fortunes usually end up favoring us if we follow them through.

I also saw wwB try to push for a C L U W N E war but due to two of the voters outright saying "fuck off", I'm not going to ask for a clarification vote there.

>>5536255
>YES (Write in to drop X5 Outsider Threat, Delta, or where Sunset was recovered from)
Drop Sunset recovery location, please
>Do not hurt the nurse, please. We still have some other non-damaged androids.
E/Emily has 2 STA, but she also has +1 Phys Prot. Velvet is also pacified a good deal after I/Isabelle's Subdue work on Hour 2, as well as the period of no works done on Hour 3. We've sent in androids before if I'm not wrong, and they haven't died to Velvet at this regular flame level when the work was a type they were good at. I have faith that Velvet will not kill E/Emily here, but E/Emily still needs to take damage. Wearing the fire retardant suit instead of the bulky Salty Bathrobe is better here, because that bathrobe will protect the shit out of her - and we still WANT the chip damage.

>>5536291
Support, I guess. You guys are forgetting the Sense bargain war between O2, S2, and E, but we can do that next hour.

>>5536291
+1

And thank God above for analysis time...

>>5533879
>B3/Bene is FORBIDDEN from being near the Art meal and proximity/using YP AT ALL
Not forbidden. It’s a trauma thing, he’ll have to face it when he thinks he’s ready to.
>So he's like Mr. Salt or Churchland?
Yes, but more permanent.
>Decisions decisions...
There is but one. EXTRACT.
Also, we need to make YP!S’s recipes.
>What a golden opportunity!
I’m telling you, we could make a killing with a restaurant.
>Maybe he's the key to reviving the meatpeople with Shot's willingness to change and resolve.
No, he ain’t the key.
>We need to buy another shrink for him to share the workload with
U fills the same role, just in a different sense.
>We've yet to try the Blessed Chains on Velvet like U/Uriel said.
Sure

>>5533895
>We CAN damage them if we get them to work on something that can hurt them like Velvet
Or Sense. And a Sense/C/Android Damage work order may be neat.
>Speaking of that, I also wonder if Protective Binding to transfer damage from an android to an object still counts
I mean, it probably work both ways for androids desu.
>We've yet to Thorn Ring them
Next misc interview.
>spoiler
;^)
>Future would react
Weary
>Exhausted
Need to fix that

>>5533907
>When will we change her outfit already?
You mean meet her properly ;^)
>Admin miscs
Buying the clwune was a mistake
>spoiler
Mime suit is on the buy list now
>Mr. Salt
Needs a Paradigm on him every hour
>We should ask her about this
Immediately
>Maybe C-0RA's latest fic can help her with one of those
:^)
>I want a good outcome for Fortune
Same

>>5533955
D-C453Y/Sense may be interesting. Mirror-Mirror situation, may find out more from that.
>Future doesn't hate R/Roxy
He doesn’t. Even as Reminder, he called the man’s best friend.
>E/Emily to Nurture with Velvet.
Add S to that work order, S gets buffs after examining anomalies.
>Sunshine
After, send in the cluwne.
>Fortune
Salt needs to work on Fortune as well.
>Admin: Note B3/Bene is FORBIDDEN from being near Art of Flesh meals, Yesterday's Promise, and Bloody Cleaver.
You mean free to stay clear off.
>Tax
You know we could finish the Tax work at Hour 9, right?

>>5534547
>+1 only if she has to show the fortune and the horoscope
This
>SUNSET
Why?

>>5534597
We still have Hour 9 for tax work.

>>5534691
>Wouldn't the harder or more frequently we hurt the androids the faster the ETFs take down the Outsider?
Is that honestly the case? Then I will support more android damage.

>>5534891
Some punching him is free game? :V

>>5536329
>Sense bargain war
Either this autistic plan or the other Sunset autistic plan? I fucking hate both

>>5536378
Thanks

>>5536382
>trauma
Forbidden for now, and we'll gradually order them to get accustomed to the cleaver again? I seriously think putting YP back on Bene is a massive mistake we will regret
>more permanent
Its us or eat shit outside
>EXTRACT.
Now you're talking
>YP!S’s recipes
What?????
>ain't the key
Perhaps not
>U
Yeah, but is he here right now when our base is having a lot of injury and stress going around? No, he isn't
>Sure
Perhaps for an interview where we finally sit and confront her about her husband and the rebel? Use her family name and talk about the manor burning event we got off the start-of-day anomaly news hints, just like we used Sirocco's family name on her for more progress

>Sense/C/Android Damage
That'd put us towards TUNE IN with the violence thing. Might send the wrong message
>both ways
We haven't tested it... yet
>next misc interview
Fair enough; I didn't want to go too much in on the Admin miscs this time around. Trying to divide them reasonably for later work hours for both our sanity and the QM's sanity
>:^)
Or for handholding
>Weary
https://www.dictionary.com/browse/weary
https://www.dictionary.com/browse/wary
Educate yourself
>fix that
Okay, how?

>meet her properly
I mean, we ARE the boss. We can fuck the maid robot, who is clearly made for that let's not kid ourselves, and still decide on a girl later on. Absolutely no haremshit; I will NOT stand for it after I've seen it ruin several quests in the past. Personal experience makes me hostile towards the notion in any quest talk, and for good reasons
>cluwne
>mistake
They've been robust through and through. Buying them was a great choice, and they've proved it several times over since
>Mime suit
Hey, it might also be good with works on Star or Sense too! Speaking of, we should do the Star and Sense crosstest AND bring up Star's new fandom outside the facility due to the airing of the cowboy raid fight footage. Pursuing the "grand final performance" route for her PARADIGM, as the D-Corp tips stated back when we lent her over for a sponsorship
>Paradigm every hour
Agreed
>immediately
Post-Fortune work next hour as a misc
>:^)
Call it a parting gift for visiting out facility and being a gracious guest
>Same
Yeah

>>5536395
>Mirror-Mirror
Very interesting idea to attempt
>He doesn't
Thank you for reminding me, because I forgot that
>Add S
FUCK you're right
>cluwne after
Subdue work with others too, or just him?
>Salt Fortune
I thought the same. Bene, Cloud, Future... as many people we haven't had work Fortune as possible, before he resolves. I hope he sticks around
>free to stay clear
Yeah
>Hour 9
Why NOT earlier?
>This
Yeah, show the papers
>Why?
Autism, most likely
>Hour 9
Again, why?
>honestly the case?
I don't fucking know man, that's what I'm asking!
>punching
Doesn't sit right with me

Goodnight

>>5536255
>>5533837
Please add S/Seneca to the Nurture work on Velvet in >>5533955. I'm fucking done

I guess that can be a second follow up vote. I'm counting 7xm and G1w as "yes" to it, so this is just in case the others want to speak their peace.

Wanna include Seneca into the Velvet work order?
>Yes
>No

If I get no further votes, I'll assume a general "sure why not" and add it in. I'll clarify what your damage has done to the outsider pretty soon (in the update of course) because of reasons™ Also to prevent further confusion.

As much as I like joking around with some of the updates or lines, I'm not going to even touch harem shit. I'm not even good at writing romances unless it's for the context of an anomaly. So fret not, Analysis Anon.

>>5536412
Glad I still checked this before I slept
>Yes
It is a good idea, and I am for it.
>I'll clarify what your damage has done
Nice
>that last spoiler
Many thanks

>>5536412
>Yes
>>5536395
>Why the SUNSET plan?
The shadows and flowers are clearly effected by what's being said and "fed" to the Pyramid. So I want to see what the tale of the dead bitch overseer and her folly put in paperwork will do to the anom.( Also to get any use out of seemingly useless paperwork)

Reading back, Admin spoke to Sirocco via speakers on start of Shift 3, and she said "You sound familiar" to him.

Still from Thread 1, Shift 4, Hour 4
>More paperwork it is. You got a few more work orders that barely have any context to them. This time, it seems to be snippets of the works themselves. There's also a few messages about the mall down on the fourth floor
>mall down on the fourth floor
We overlooked this

From thread 2
>"Andy Smith: DEAD. Bill Smith: Alive. Clyde Renelle: DEAD. Daniel Anjaro: Replacement. Elizabeth Sobchak: MISSING. Felix Morozov: Replacement Gary Miller: Alive. Hirose Yoshihiro: Replacement. Ivy Smith: DEAD Jack Morozov: Replacement. Kate Chen: Replacement."
Should we ask B/Bill about Andy and Ivy based on this report? Same for M/Monifa and asking her about a Daniel

>>5536860
>MEAT: Authorized names to give: Andy Smith, Syed Colton, Daniel Varn, Corporate Drone #11842
Thread 4. Seems Andy's one of the meat soldiers

I really want to throw P/Presley, Z/Zayne, and O2/Oswald to Subdue Sunshine one of these hours

People who have worked on Fortune:

Thread 1, Shift 1: B, A, E, G, B
Thread 1, Shift 2: K, C, A, C, K
Thread 1, Shift 3: ETF-Alpha, ETF-Gamma, L, ETF-Delta, Admin, E
Thread 1 & 2: Shift 4: E, Ranger Zero, R, Q, N, ETF-Alpha, B, ETF-Alpha, E
Thread 2, Shift 5: N/A
Thread 2 & 3, Shift 6: G2, W, O2, Kor, D, Y, J
Thread 4 & 5, Shift 7: Agent K, Sense crosstest, ETF-Alpha, N, A, K, A
Thread 5 & 6, Shift 8: C-0RA, Q2, Velvet crosstest, ETF-Tau, Admin, ETF-Alpha, S
Thread 7 & 8, Shift 9: B, T2, ...

And now, we are here

>>5533827
>Showed EXTERME interest in A2.

Gentleman, we got em

>>5537637
Admin and A2 and B-Corp Agent threesome. There's your writing prompt C-0RA

>>5536808
Because we worked on her once with the Arid dress

>>5537712
No, this was when we first got her on the start of that day; the Arid Dress Admin work came later

Update will be in one to two hours. Just a heads up, further updates should take less time to make. This one will be a multi parter due to some certain things that'll be going on in it.

>>5537825
Oh boy, we're getting a resolution AND something else big happening? TWO resolutions? Something goes horribly wrong?

>>5536397
Can’t really focus rn, but the Tax and be finished at Hour 9 (the break hour) to free up the Accounting employees for actual work orders, since they all get a bonus to energy collection. It’s inefficient to focus down the tax early, since we’re likely to stay up past Hour 9 anyway, just to make up for the energy shortfall.

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>C-ORA: SEARCH PROTOCOL - ETF-DELTA, X5 OUTSIDER, B-COMPANY BUGS
"You can get out now. It's gone." You chug down the cup of coffee you have to try washing out that foul fucking taste. S-4M doesn't even wait for you to ask for more before refilling it.

The android slowly crawls out from underneath your bed. The purple heart on her cheek has been smeared a bit from her sudden jump to the floor. "Y-yes, Administrator? What do you need?" She mutters something about 'not suitable' under her words.

"I need you to search for some stuff. The Outsider first, if you don't mind."

"Alright!" C-0RA nods. She plops down onto your bed and stares vacantly towards the airlock. There's a few moments of silence before she starts to scream. You reel back, covering your ears as she screeches until her synthesizer begins to peak.

Then she suddenly stops. She looks towards you with a bright, somehow genuine smile. "Bells and whistles, bells of whistles. 1000 miles away, currently moving towards us at an erratic speed of 150 to 750 miles per hour. Rough time of arrival: 2 to 3 hours."

"Entity has been majorly damaged, including dozens of cuts and burn marks."

[HOPELESS WRECK] 150 TO 750? OKAY, HOLD UP. THAT'S NOT RIGHT.

"Wait, what? Is there any pattern to the speed changes?"

"Hmm! Stopped for a few minutes twenty minutes ago? Slowly sped up to 500 over the next seventeen with a slight pause for twenty seconds, then suddenly dropped to 350 three minutes ago."

[HOPELESS WRECK] TWENTY MINUTES AGO? I THINK THAT WAS WHEN THE SAW RIPPED THE FUCKING ANDROID APART.
[BOUND BY DUTY] Three minutes had to have been the Idol, it activates quickly.
[DYING LIGHT] Perhaps her stress over human harm was the small pause? Stress might work as well.

"...Suddenly stopped just now. Uncertain why."

[HOPELESS WRECK] WAIT, WE DIDN'T DAMAGE ANYONE YET. UNLESS SOMEONE GOT INJURED WITHOUT US NOTICING...
[BOUND BY DUTY] "Oh shit, oh shit, get the fucking welder!" Delta wipes away something pouring from his mouth.

"Uh. Do you mind telling me where Delta is, by any chance?" You force the politest smile you can. It...doesn't come out right. C-0RA, luckily, is too much of a basket case to notice.

"Fif..noO, FortY-seven miles FroM the LOCATION THEY WERE sent to. Why? Tried to get a better image with updated software, too much Distortion nearby. Unknown why, non-anomalous though. Strain after locating an anomaly?

"Right. And finally-" You grab a sheet of paper to scribble down the last one. You toss it over to her. She scans it before tossing back another sheet of paper towards you.

"THREE DETECTED. ONE ON ADAMA, ONE ON SPIKE, ONE IN TRAINING ROOM ON SECOND FLOOR. UNKNOWN IF MORE, UNUSUAL DISTORTIONS IN MEDBAY TOO."

You nod at C-0RA. You grab your notepad and write down what you've learnt about Android Damage. It'll be a useful frame of reference for your next work orders.

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>Minor: Slows down acceleration or stops the anomaly for a few seconds.
>Moderate: Reduces the maximum speed of the anomaly for around 10-15 minutes.
>Major: Stops the anomaly dead in their tracks for a decent duration.

>S-4M: Anomaly Analyzation: Sunset at the Pyramids. Time: 1 Hour. Utilize the information obtained from D-W01FY and O's talk if you can, and see if that somehow helps.
"Duly noted. I'll try to find things relevant to the story. A frame of reference doesn't hurt." S-4M hums.

>Admin: Note B3 is FORBIDDEN from being near Art of Flesh meals, Yesterday's Promise, and Bloody Cleaver.
You can always change your mind about this later, of course. But considering his troubled past with these things?
[DYING LIGHT] Introduce them when he has recovered, mentally and physically. Reintroducing his obsession this early will do no good.

But you mark it down on your notepad regardless. To prevent any meltdowns, like what Presley is going through.

>Admin: Tell O to talk to G2 as she wanted. Get that therapy this hour.
The stone-faced android is curled up on three chairs pushed close together (functioning as a makeshift couch), whimpering something you can barely hear over the cameras. Roxy is resting up against her, trying her best to comfort her.

"Take as long as you need to. This is a private-" He mutters 'enough' "space just between the two of us. I heard there were some issues with Celanine, correct?"

"Y-yes. I mean, it was for a work order and it was necessary! It was just...the fact she was so into it and the words she said, it was a lot, you know?"

"I have been discussing with her about her newfound temper. Needless to say, why did the words impact you more than the damage you took?"

"I was already bracing myself for the pain and, well, I agreed to it. But I didn't expect her to do all of this." She gestures at the shoddily welded scratches across her body. "I'm not even sure how this happened."

"Was it because she said you were a faker? Not a real person? I can say this, you are real. If you were really just nuts and bolts, you wouldn't be asking for therapy. Would you?"

"I-I suppose not but-"

"And you wouldn't be doubting yourself so much if you really were just fake, would you?"

"I. I guess not?" Opal mutters, her expression and tone a steady neutral. "I guess thinking on it, I was just...overwhelmed by everything about her."

The talk keeps going on but you have a good feeling she's going to be a bit more stable from here on out.

O: Shaken --> Neutral

>K/Kate: Tax Reduction work this Hour 4
She tosses the coat over towards Celanine before heading over to the third floor. "Remember, C. Anomalies are property. If borrowing for duration of less than three days, the taxation rate should be low-"

"Haha, you're a hoot!" Celanine slaps Kate on the back.

The two leave their separate ways.

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>C, observe the B-Company Agent in place of K for this Hour 4, and use OWB
You can't really see her too well on account of the PARADIGM's effect on your cameras but you do manage to see a distorted blur trailing behind the Agent on the cameras.

You'll see what she notices with the other work notes, the Agent would probably notice if you were watching her as well.

>Mr. Salt: Give him GWIT and YP plus ingredients for this Hour 4, for 2 Revolver Bullets. If he wants to keep what he makes with YP, ask for another 2 revolver bullets.
>Admin: Check on THE BIG ONE repairs with B/Bill and Mr. Salt
"So, this book is actual magic. Not just anomalous. But magic?" Mr. Salt holds the ancient, leather-bound book. The blood-red chef's torque is resting in his lap.

"As close to magic as we can get. Haven't read it myself, Uriel's the one who usually handles it." Bill slips on some shades before he starts using the welder on the sword yet again.

"Right." Mr. Salt cracks open the book and begins to flip through it, casually skimming the archaic language. "Ah, that Uriel fellow wrote some translations here. Good thing, gutterspeak is my only other language, ha ha!"

"Alright, let's see what funny spells we got..." Mr. Salt keeps flipping through the book as he drops the chef's hat onto himself. His posture suddenly snaps up straight. He snaps the book shut before standing up.

"You okay there?" Bill mutters, too focused on the sword to pay much attention to his friend's weird behavior. "I must cook something." Mr. Salt responds. Bill shrugs, not really bothered.

In the blink of an eye, Mr. Salt is already sitting back down where he once was with his hands full of random ingredients. A lot of vegetables and hunks of chicken (from your dwindling low quality meat supply), you note.

Mr. Salt pours garlic, ginger, turmeric, chicken, various fresh herbs, salt and pepper into a water filled pot. Both of his hands rest underneath the pot and, before you know it, the pot instantly starts to heat up just by his touch.

The leather bound book next to him shakes in place, glowing with a faint light. Mr. Salt pulls his hands back once the pot is heated enough. Bright white flames, instead of the red you've seen from other tests, erupt from his hands.

"Oh, thanks." Bill holds the sword over the blisteringly hot flames to help mold it into a decent shape and make it look less like a slapped together mess.

Mr. Salt eventually takes the hat off once the chicken soup he was cooking at is near completion, but not without sprinkling in a last minute dose of a metric ton of salt. He takes a small sip of the soup before offering a sample to Bill.

The two take a small gulp of the soup for a taste test. They nod at the same time. "Tastes like salt water." "Tastes like salt! Yum!"

Mr. Salt pops open the book again. "I'll let the Admin keep it. Consider it my own favor, just like someone else gave." He winks towards the camera.

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Mr. Salt suddenly stops reading through the book. He pulls out a comically small set of reading glasses to read the contents a bit closer. "...Stardust, Bonedust, blood of two sinners?"

[HOPELESS WRECK] HOLD THE FUCK UP. SINNER BLOOD? THAT'S NOT IN ANY OF THE RITUALS.
[DYING LIGHT] Oh no. There was that one ritual Uriel didn't want to talk about.

"Uh, do you know anything about 'obliteration'?" Mr. Salt looks up towards the camera. You shake your camera 'no'. "I'll...note that down so you can read later."

Mr. Salt tosses two revolver bullets onto a pile of empty boxes. "There is your payment, HAHA! NOW, MY KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR!" He points towards Bill. Bill points back at him. "YES, YOU HORRID DEMON OF SODIUM, IODINE, AND POTASSIUM?"

"EN GARDE!" Mr. Salt raises his fists mockingly. "IF YOU SAY SO, SALT FIEND!" You note that his posture looks a bit more unsteady than usual.

>THE BIG ONE, REBORN (Forged with the help of holy fire. +2 FORCE, can add up to 4 +1s to any dice in any configuration, can fully reroll all FORCE dice twice per command. Fully repaired.)
>GWIT ASPECT REVEALED: BLESSED (When used alongside other PARADIGMS, it boosts the powers or effects of the other PARADIGM(s).)
>Salty Chicken Soup (More salt than chicken. Four charges left. STA+ and temporary Physical Protection+ when consumed, might have other effects)
>OBLITERATION (Requires the full exsanguination of two sinners, two people well versed in combat to judge them, and the fluids of 4 C-Extract syringes. Does massive MIXED damage to up to three targets.)

[DYING LIGHT] ...No wonder why Uriel didn't want to talk about it. Imagine how painful it would be to die like that.
[BOUND BY DUTY] It says nothing about the 'sinners' needing to be awake or aware. Overdose them on painkillers. The issue is a steady supply.
[HOPELESS WRECK] D-CLASSES ARE USUALLY SINNERS, NO? WHY THE FUCK SHOULD WE CARE IF THEY DIE?
[DYING LIGHT] They are human just like the rest of us! It's one thing to use them for REFINEMENT but this is too much!
[BOUND BY DUTY] A trolley. Would you rather kill two or stay idle and let seven die?
[HOPELESS WRECK] BUT THE PENALTY TO OUR SCORE EITHER WAY. IT MIGHT BE WORTH IT TO RISK NO DEATHS IF WE MUST.

>A2, get B3 some much-needed food and coffee.
Adama sits down in a chair nearby the still recovering chef. He meekly waves towards her. "Didn't I just talk to you?" He carefully asks, genuinely unsure.

"I get that a lot." Adama mutters. "So, you're that weird chef thing, huh?"

"T-that's a weird way to describe it but yes. Seems like a lot of people are talking about me." He glances to the side. Arthur looks away, whistling a tune. "It's weird."

"Eh, don't worry about it." Adama places a cup of coffee, an apple, and a bagel onto the small table next to Benedict's bed. "I'm just here to check up on you."

"O-oh, thanks!" He grabs the apple and bites down on it before quickly scarfing it down like it's the best thing ever.

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"Woah, woah, don't choke." Adama gently tries to get his attention by patting on the shoulder. "Slow, slow. Easy now."

Benedict was already about to grab the hunk of bread before he even spat out the apple seeds before Adama stopped him. "Oh. Sorry. I just haven't had a lot to eat, haha."

"yeah you look like shit." She quickly covers up what she says with a cough. "I know but try to take it slow. I doubt the boss would want you to choke."

Benedict takes his time with the hunk of bread and coffee now. "Of course. Thank you again." The two share some small, easy to miss smiles with each other.

[DYING LIGHT] She probably finds his condition similar to ours. It's relatable.

>W: Experiment with Flesh Idol
Employee W holds onto the hunk of metal and flesh with a resigned, almost disappointed expression. She kneels down and tightens her grip before beginning her prayer.

"Please, grant us mercy. From whatever misfortunes must come our way. Spare us from death."

The idol pulses with a bright teal light. The lights in Employee W's eyes go dark. They don't come back on even after a few minutes pass by.

"Where am I?" She blankly states before shaking her head. "Ugh. I feel weird. Huh, 'I'." She mutters, stumbling out of the room. A puppet trying to move without the puppeteer, struggling against the strings.

Checking through the cameras to see what that did, a small blurb appears on your screen. You take a moment to read what it says.

"The nearest threat is resistant towards most physical or ranged attacks but corrosives deal massive damage towards it."
"Be wary, it tracks heat."

>FLESH IDOL ASPECT REVEALED
>Teal Light: Offers advice on how to deal with Invaders. Might be able to work on breached Abnormalities too?

C-0RA beeps. "It started but stopped again!...hrm. SigNAls MESSy, can't read much further on target."

>Admin: Personally interview the meatlady while Shot is distracted by Extraction work.
Normally, this would be the point of time where you would look over the work order results but you have something personal to do first.

That and, you know, you rather keep an eye on the Sirocco resolution in case anything abnormal happens. You get up from your chair and head out of your office after sending out the Shot work order.

[HOPELESS WRECK] LOOKDOWNDIPSHIT

"Whoops!" You quickly step around the banana peel carefully placed right in front of the entrance to your office. Shit, the cluwne is already stepping it up.

You're tempted to think of ways to prank him back but...you doubt you could win a direct fight. If you WERE to (not that you are right now) escalate things, it can't be traced to you.

You shake your head. Not important right now. You proceed to the elevator, down to the third floor. You have another interview to do.

You tap your foot as you wait for the elevator to reach the third floor. You check for your MP3 player. Hm, not in your breast pocket. Though a picture of Felix rests inside of it.

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The elevator door eventually opens up once you reach the Department of Accounting. Or the third floor. You just like how the former sounds. Gotta enjoy your time here somehow.

You swore you saw two people in the hallway to your left. You recognized the vantablack from anywhere, though. Oh well, you have that issue handled.

You head down the hallway, aiming for Shot's containment cell. You try your best to avoid making any noise just in case it would distract the people working here.

Before any time has really passed, you end up outside of the containment cell. The airlock has just finished closing, so if you had to guess, they're already inside.

You take a moment to try finding where that one meat lady is. It's hard to tell where there's a few meat people milling about and they all look the same at first examination. Luckily, or unluckily, it seems like she noticed you first.

https://youtu.be/YHQecxst2Ts - MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT

[HOPELESS WRECK] HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
[DYING LIGHT] She...she's still human, right?
[BOUND BY DUTY] Do what we came here for. That is all that matters.

It's one thing seeing them through a camera but up close and personal, it is almost nauseating. Every inch of her is a bright pink slurry, with only a few clumps of regular hair and skin clinging to her head. Her outfit is still mostly intact. A bulky vest with pockets all over it, meant to hold ammo.

[BOUND BY DUTY] Similar to an ETF's outfit. Your agents don't have the pockets, just the bulky vest.

The two of you look at each other, neither wanting to break the silence. Something drips to the floor, splattering against the metal. Meat. You try your best to hold your composure.

"So. You're the one who's been talking about a Zeta, huh?" You mutter, not really sure how to properly start.

"You're familiar." Despite her extensive damage, her voice seems intact. Somewhere in her 30s, a bit gruff but obviously feminine. "Eh, my mind's probably playing tricks. What's up?" She tries her best to flash a smile, given her body's fucked up state.

[DYING LIGHT] Oddly cordial. You expected a bit more hesitation.

"I wanted to ask you a few questions if you don't mind." You straighten yourself. No need to be all awkward about this, you literally talked to two people before. "Would that be acceptable?"

"Sure. Not sure how much I can tell you." She leans against a nearby wall, letting clumps of melted flesh spread across it. "Aside from the fact that yes, I was talking about a Zeta. What's it to you?" You think she tried to raise an eyebrow? Not like she has them anymore.

You got a few things you want to say to her but you don't have all the time in the world. You probably have three to four questions you can ask before the work order ends. You might get more detail if you ask three but four would offer more info overall.

"Right, what I wanted to ask is:"

>Zeta this, Zeta that. You want to figure out who the hell you were before this. Who Zeta actually was. What was he like? What did he do? Anything about your past.
>If she's a former employee, surely she knows about the facility. Try to see what useful information or advice you can gleam from her.
>Ask about her general history. Her name, what she did in the Facility, anything that could identify her considering her damaged state.
>Ask her about her fellow meat soldiers. What is it like interacting with them, working with them, etc. You're curious how their hivemind works.
>The whole reason she's like this was because of the former Administrator. Try to see if you can gleam anything about your predecessor through her.
>[HOPELESS WRECK] Best to rip this bandage off. Ask her what kind of fucked up injury resulted in her becoming this. It might clue you into potential threats.
>[BOUND BY DUTY] "Face the fear, build the future." Hold out your hand. Ask her about her service, if your impression on her outfit was true.
>[DYING LIGHT] You expected a bit more resistance. Maybe she recognizes you. Try to introduce yourself as Zeta and try to figure out what relationship you had.
>Write in. (Feel free to ask your own questions as long as you keep the limit in mind.)

(Vote should be open for a day. I kinda wished I could've fitted this in one post instead of two but letter counts are a bitch.)

>>5537916
>>[DYING LIGHT] You expected a bit more resistance. Maybe she recognizes you. Try to introduce yourself as Zeta and try to figure out what relationship you had.
Then
>[BOUND BY DUTY] "Face the fear, build the future." Hold out your hand. Ask her about her service, if your impression on her outfit was true
And finally
>>Zeta this, Zeta that. You want to figure out who the hell you were before this. Who Zeta actually was. What was he like? What did he do? Anything about your past.

>>5537916
Nevermind >>5538074 I changed my mind i want this instead of the last question
>Ask about Zeta. Focus your questions on not what Zeta did or what was his duty but how was he like, how was his personality like. What were you like. Try to understand what about yourself did you lost.

>>5537916
>[DYING LIGHT] You expected a bit more resistance. Maybe she recognizes you. Try to introduce yourself as Zeta and try to figure out what relationship you had.
>Ask about her general history. Her name, what she did in the Facility, anything that could identify her considering her damaged state
>Ask about Zeta. Focus your questions on not what Zeta did or what was his duty but how was he like, how was his personality like. What were you like. Try to understand what about yourself did you lost

>>5538087
this post is me on mobile, so I'm not samefagging

Analysis time

>>5537899
>not suitable
For yaoi fics
>majorly damaged
But not stopped. Not yet
>get the fucking welder
Guess that answer's Hopeless Wreck's earlier question. Damn, I hope X and Y survive their trip
>47 miles
They better be RETURNING and not GOING
>Distortions
What the fuck are these? Because we ordered C-0RA to check the X5 Outsider first, or is it the B-Corp Agent's doing?

>>5537902
>Minor, Moderate, Major
Yes, we need MORE SINGULAR DAMAGE. We need to set up more events like C/Celanine and P/Presley
>Introduce later
There's your answer >>5536382
>makeshift couch
Order a real one?
>mutters 'enough'
Good that he's aware we're listening
>this talk
C/Celanine is going to be an issue if this goes on. We don't have to help, but...
>C and K
I like the small interactions between our employees. They aren't mere NPCs

>>5537905
>dwindling supply
Our facility ate good for a whole week, that matters to morale

>>5537907
>shake your camera 'no'
I like we can do this
>unsteady
Is it the soup side effect?
>REBORN
>BLESSED
Holy fuck. The combinations need to be explored!
>fully repaired
POWERFUL
>OBLITERATION
Very big. Costs 4 C-Extract too. MIXED is Black damage in this setting. It might be the thing that helps us kill a powerful foe
>didn't want to talk
We have to talk to U/Uriel about this
>awake or aware
He's right, sedation is always an option. But that won't be feasible in a crisis
>trolley problem
"You can only watch"
>penalty
It costs energy to raise it up a rank
>I get that a lot.
Crazy idea: Admin wearing Arid Dress plus A2/Adama posing together, looking like proper clones

>>5537908
>relateable
This is a nice moment
>resigned
>disappointed
Notifying all the androids and security about X5 Outsider status based on C-0RA's info is important
>teal light
Oh fuck, Pale damage
>Huh. 'I'.
Oh fuck. That's like K/Kate's memory loss but far far lesser, short term
>puppet line
Delta talked about this in Thread 2
"A puppet is controlled by a performer. Who controls the performer?"
"The audience felt like they were the ones in charge. They rang the strings."
"She didn't know what to do, so they decided. You don't want them to decide what she does."
Ties into the hooks during the Freedom Rangers performance
>corrosives
Fourth Floor? I think that's what we need that Bubbling Jar for
>tracks heat
One of the enemies on Fourth Floor? The mall area. Might not be the same as the sound tracking one
>banana peel
Classic
>can't be traced
Do we...?
>MP3
We left it in the mancave?
>picture of Felix
That's the one we got from the Second Floor offices way early, with younger Felix and Admin together as two best bros. Wonder how C/Celanine and J/Jack would react to seeing it

>>5537911
>Department of Accounting
Not "Accounting Team"? That'd be Agent K's way
>vantablack
Smile and wave at her once we're done here
>nauseating
Really drives home the "meat puppet" theme
>voice intact
Interesting

And done

>>5537916
>Ask about her general history. Her name, what she did in the Facility, anything that could identify her considering her damaged state.
>[BOUND BY DUTY] "Face the fear, build the future." Hold out your hand. Ask her about her service, if your impression on her outfit was true.
>[DYING LIGHT] You expected a bit more resistance. Maybe she recognizes you. Try to introduce yourself as Zeta and try to figure out what relationship you had.

…maybe it’s smart to let E tanks some damage.

>>5538074
>>5538078
+1

[DYING LIGHT]: wwB, Myg/7xm, G1w, t8q
[BOUND BY DUTY] G1w, Myg/7xm, G1w, t8q
Ask about her general history: Myg/7xm, G1w
Ask about Zeta's (and by extension your) personality and what he was like: Myg, wwB, G1w, t8q

Since people only voted for three questions, [DYING LIGHT] + [BOUND BY DUTY] + Zeta's Personality is what wins. Writing.

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You look around to make sure that the Agent is busy somewhere else before you open your mouth. "Maybe you do recognize me. Perhaps you're talking to a certain agent named Zeta." You try your best to sound cool while saying it.

The meat puppet makes something in-between a laugh and a gurgle. "You're not." What the FUCK does that mean? "He didn't look like her, that's for sure."

[DYING LIGHT] The previous Administrator? Seems like her influence lingers yet in this anomaly.

You shrug. "I'm not lying to you. That's who I was and, well, whatever I did as him is probably going to bite me sooner than later."

The meat puppet blinks, taking a moment to process what you're actually saying. She steps closer, trying to get a closer look at you.

You stand there, waiting to see what she's trying to do. What you didn't expect was for her to burst out laughing. She tries her best to catch her breath as she stumbles back, leaning against a nearby wall.

"What's...so funny?" You mumble, not really sure how to respond. You're already on a bit of a time crunch but this isn't exactly helping your stress levels.

Something black leaks out of your mouth yet again. That's when the meat puppet points a boney (literally) finger at you.

"It's funny." The meat puppet tries her best to hold back a snort. "If you really are Zeta, it's funny. We're both rotting away, inside and out. I guess we share something in common now."

You wipe away the tar clinging to your mouth. It's impressive how it doesn't burn your skin. Have you gotten used to it? Or is there some other reason?

"I suppose so. Did we not share anything in common before this, though? You thought you recognized me, after all." You flick your hand to get rid of any bits clinging to your hand.

"Well, that's on a need to know basis." The meat puppet snorts. "I need to figure out if you're actually him. But let's just say we worked together."

"Worked together, eh? What, like on No-" You feel your tongue twist in on itself when you try to speak. You bend over and hack up something fierce. "L-like on the anomalies here?"

[HOPELESS WRECK] DO NOT ACKNOWLEDGE IT.

It's hard to make out her facial expressions considering her physical condition but she softens up. Physically, with chunks of flesh about to fall off, but also mentally. "Y-yeah. That was something we did a lot."

"You were weird like that. Most of the others didn't want to work on them, especially the higher threat ones. Every hour, every day, you would be trying to juggle god knows how many rules and desires."

You snort, trying your best to recollect anything of that sort. It's all black back there in your memory.
[BOUND BY DUTY] No one else wanted to do it. Someone had to keep the gears turning.

"So, why did you work with me, then?" You cross your arms. "I did hear you go on that little rant about me, what was it, a day ago?"

"I." The meat puppet opens and closes her mouth. "oh shit you actually heard that."

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"Oh, don't worry, aren't we comrades?" You hold out a hand with a smile that you didn't know you had in you. Something actually genuine. "Face the fear, build the future. Right?"

"...I can't." The meat puppet mutters. You raise an eyebrow. "Can't what?"

"I don't want to infect you. You already did enough mentoring me, I don't want to-" Wait, hold on, mentoring? You snap your fingers at her.

"Sorry, sorry, you are a bit...dazed, memory wise. I guess if you really are him, I guess it's time for a reintroduction. Call me Phi."

[BOUND BY DUTY] "C'mon. Snap out of it, Zeta. We can't have you day dreaming right now." Phi's voice rings into your ear.
[BOUND BY DUTY] "External Affairs told us that Q-Company has an 'outstanding debt' to pay, remember?"

You vaguely remember that name. It feels like you heard it eons ago but you can't quite remember. "So, I guess the student meets the master, eh?" You're rolling with it at this point. You already had to deal with someone from your past.

"I guess so!" Phi forces herself to laugh, as if the physical strain of doing so is hell on her body. "It stings, though. That it took you that long to recognize me."

[HOPELESS WRECK] FRANKLY, YOU BARELY DO. IT'S NOT LIKE BEING A CLUMP OF ROTTEN MEAT HELPS ANY.

"So, if you're an agent, how was your service? Doubt I was around to constantly help you."

"Fucking awful!" There was way too much glee with how she said that. "Holy shit, you wouldn't believe it!" She nearly goes to put her hand on your shoulder before backing away.

"I had to go out to the Wastes lord knows how many times to grab some random board game or a blob of shadows or- God, every day she kept asking for more and more!"

Wait, every day? You only get new anomalies every two or three days. "The hell made you need to go out so often?" You want to hope it was through quick resolutions (like what's coming up soon) but you doubt it.

"Can't exactly power the facility when someone keeps killing any anomaly that looks at her funny." Phi shakes her head. "We would be lucky when D-Company dumped some horror onto us for a sponsorship."

"Huh, they only asked for anomalies, not give them away." You make a mental note in case you think of sponsorships to give to other companies. "I'm going to guess besides me and you, there were others?"

"Sure! Most of them, including me, had to constantly go out though. I would barely have time to sleep for four hours before being sent out again. You were the exception, though."

"How so?"

"The boss never sent you out. She kept you around to work on the anomalies. And you accepted." Phi shrugs, as if it was obvious.

"Someone had to work on them." You mutter, almost instinctually. Your mouth moves on its own before your brain even has time to process. "If it wasn't me, they would've killed themselves. At least my life didn't mat-"

You shake your head. What the fuck?

"...You've changed, haven't you?" Phi muses.

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"Maybe." You respond hesitantly. "Maybe I lost something over the years. If you really know who I was...who was Zeta?"

"There's a disconnect between the two for me. People keep calling me that and I know that I used to have that title. But it feels wrong. Like finding an old pair of shoes you wore as a kid." Your head throbs with pain. God, why is trying to piece yourself as painful as it is?

"...You didn't use to be so introspective, for one." Phi nervously chuckles. "Zeta was something, alright. He treated every day like it was the best day of his life."

"Heh." You mutter. "Really? Every single day?"

"Yeah, that's the weird thing! It was like being there was an honor or a 'reward'." Phi tries her best to hold a gigglesnort. "I tried asking you why but you were weirdly deflective about it."

"Maybe it was the paycheck?" You jokingly suggest. "Hey, working for a power company probably makes you a lotta bank!"

"Hmm. That's what I thought too. But there was another reason. And whatever that reason was, you took any kind of punishment thrown your way. Even...that." She gestures at your body, not really wanting to describe it further.

[HOPELESS WRECK] it burns it burns it burns IT BURNS IT BURNS IT BURNS SUPPRESS SUPPRESS SUPRES-

You slap yourself on the side of the head. Woo. So, you had actual hope for something, huh? "That much energy and joy in doing my job here? I mean, the people here are happy enough, right?"

"This place didn't even have a booze machine until you bought one." Phi snorts.

"Is there anything else you can tell me about, well, me?"

"Anything for my superior!" Phi flashes a wide smile. You shiver just by seeing it. There's barely any teeth left. "Well, when I saw you spare that kid from yesterday's fight, I knew it had to be you. I don't recall many times where you killed anyone."

[BOUND BY DUTY] We kill if we must. That does not mean we have to enjoy it.
[DYING LIGHT] WE kill if it's to prove a point, to show the City we are not laying down.
[HOPELESS WRECK] WE KILL TO SURVIVE. IF WE CAN SURVIVE WITHOUT, SO BE IT.

"And...I got the connections from those rangers, They're still trying to process you let them live, even if it's underneath a new boss. I didn't expect that from you."

"Why not?" You hear the airlock opening. Shit, you barely have any time to finish this conversation. "Hurry."

"I'm shocked you didn't just let those 'R-Company dogs' stay de-" Before she could finish her lines, Phi suddenly stands up straight and walks away from you with glazed eyes.

Felix walks over to you while the other two employees walk past you. "Got what you needed, bro?" He shakes his head. "I mean, sir."

"The most I could." You muse. "The most I could."

"Sorry we couldn't buy more time. We tried to prolong it but he was getting snappy. You'll see."

"I suppose I will." You head over to the elevator. Felix follows alongside you. You wave at what you think might be a blacker than black blur down a hallway.

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"Did you get anything useful from her?" Felix asks as the two of you step into the elevator, rising up to the higher floors.

"Maybe?" You're not quite sure but more information is always useful. "Trying to find out about myself is like picking actual fucking teeth out, I swear."

Felix squats down. He's already pretty short and stout compared to you but now you have to bend down to look at him.

"Yeah, you never liked talking about yourself. Like you had something to hide." Felix snorts. "I understand. There's only so much time in the day to listen to others."

"If nothing else, I know that you're doing your best. And I'm here for you, alright?" Felix stands back up, patting you on the back.

You nod. "I'll try, Felix. Thanks anyways."

"It's no issue. Keep on trucking, lean and mean." "Oh, fuck you too, large and in charge." The two of you snort in unison.

[DYING LIGHT] This isn't the first or last time you've done this routine with him.

The elevator door opens on the second floor "Well, this is my stop. See you around, sir." Felix makes a beeline towards secure storage. "See you around." The elevator door closes, leading up to the first floor.

It opens up. You look around to make sure there's no potential cluwne attacks before slowly heading to your office.

>Future and Sirocco crosstest/Bond with M, R, and Zero, bring in those survival lessons and help her resolve

"Alright, Future, it's time for a personal visit." Monifa swipes her keycard to open up the containment cell. The knight steps out, grabbing the small corgi off the floor and placing her on his shoulder.

"Proceed."

"Huh! I honestly thought you would've done something to her." Zero quips.

"Man's best friend is man's best friend, no matter what changes are done to them." Future solemnly states. Roxy barks, wagging her tail at mach speed. Tiny flecks of sand swirls around her fur.

The four proceed over to the containment cell without further ado.

There's no sand blinding your camera's view of the containment cell.
In the center of the room is a humanoid figure composed of sand. It is curled up in the fetal position.
The airlock to the cell opens up, followed by the four entering inside.
FUTURE: It's me, child of the storm. Do not be afraid.
M: We're here for you, okay?
0: Now, we have some lessons for you to learn about the outside world. It shouldn't take long.
R: BARK!
The humanoid slowly begins to stand up with an unsteady, slow pace.
Stay low to the ground to avoid the brunt of the storm's damage!
But I'm sick of it. It's been far too long.
SIRO: Alright.
SIRO: It's...nice seeing all of you again. Mr. Knight. Ms. Ranger. ...Monifa.
Employee M looks away once her name was mentioned.
Employee M clears her throat after Ranger Zero pats her on the back.
The final lesson from a parent to a child is being taught...

Your vision goes black as you slam head first into your console.

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[Administrator --> Sirocco]

It's a lot to take in. This new form you've made for yourself, these familiar faces, everything. It's all so much. What food is safe to eat. How to ration, how to barter, how to take a life is necessary, what the 'alphabet companies are'.

You try your best to take all of it in. You want to be able to take care of yourself. You don't want to be just a kid anymore...

For our whole life, we have known nothing but prisons. The desert, the cowboys, and here? We've been trapped!
It's about time we decide what to do with ourselves!

But are we really able to handle it? Life in the City, life without anyone to coddle and protect us?
Knowledge is nothing with execution. We may know more than we ever have but he was right. We NEED to be protected.

They've done so much to help us grow. To help us realize who we are, even in ways they didn't realize.
Wouldn't it be more childish to demand to stay here? To cling onto their assistance?
A bird must fly from the nest eventually.

This world they talk about is cruel. It's cold. There's not even a storm to run from out there.
We would just be trapped again. Just in a different way, an adult way.
Is it childish to want to avoid that? To stay where it's safe and comfortable?

The lessons sink in as far as they can. The knight holds his cool sword while the cute puppy rests on your lap. You pet her as best as you can.

"It's ultimately your decision, child, when it comes to handling yourself. I was in your shoes too. Lost. Confused."

IT WAS NEVER OUR FREAKING DECISION! EVERYONE HAS BEEN MAKING DECISIONS FOR US! EVEN DAD!
He just wanted to protect us. And in their own way, they have protected us too.

"I get that R-Company probably wasn't the best and I'm sorry your situation has been like this." Miss Ranger crosses her arms. "I hope what I taught can help, though."

"It's about time, isn't it?" Mom- Monifa asks. "We're here for you."

With this knowledge, we can go anywhere. Do anything. Finally be who we were meant to be.
With this knowledge, we can keep ourselves safe. To protect ourselves and our new home. To stay here and empower it.
With this knowledge, we can right the wrongs. We can finally escape this storm, this safety blanket, and sprout wings.

You look towards the door at the end of your room. You've made your mind. You decide to...
>Stay in your shelter. This is all you have known.
>Leave the nest. It's been long enough.

Meant to post earlier but I fell asleep. Next update will be her resolution, the rest of the anomaly work orders, and then letting you decide what to do for the fifth hour.

>>5540076
>Leave the nest. It's been long enough.

>>5540076
On one side I want another "permanently" friendly Anom(and even if that isn't what happens the outside world doesn't have many places for her to live in(especially if she stays a sand born child)) to help us but on the other side I really do feel like maybe she should be listening to herself for a change and be free that way...

I'm fine with the outcome either way but here's my vote
>Stay in your shelter. This is all you have known.

>With this knowledge, we can keep ourselves safe. To protect ourselves and our new home. To stay here and empower it.
I voted stay in the hopes that she can actually do this.

>>5540076
>Leave the nest. It's been long enough.

>>5540090
>Leave the nest. It's been long enough.

>>5540076
>Leave the nest. It's been long enough.

Maturity reached

>>5540076
>Stay in your shelter. This is all you have known.
I want her to stay, so badly. I know she can’t, but….

…just be careful, and visit sometime yea? I had a silly idea that you’d stay the working day and explore off-shift with the Bi-Plane, but I suppose it’s not exactly in the cards eh?

Make sure you visit Star before you go.

>>5540076
>Leave the nest. It's been long enough.
But she's always welcome back to visit. Just because you're free and grown up, doesn't mean you can't go back to revisit the past places. And it doesn't mean you can't seek shelter for a temporary short time before moving on

>>5540076
>Leave the nest. It's been long enough.
IT'S TIME. FLY AWAY. ADIEU, ADIEU.

>>5540071
>influence lingers
Due to Shot himself
>doesn't burn your skin
It identifies us as "self" so it doesn't melt us. I wonder if it would react the same to A2/Adama
>tongue twist
So it IS the "Nothing" responsible for Admin's state
>juggle
That's what we've been doing
>actually heard
Cameras are also speakers and microphones

>>5540072
>genuine smile
Admin's a cool main character
>Phi
Nice, Admin had a kouhai
>rolling with it
That's the best way to go about that
>random board game
Jumanji?
>blob of shadows
Could be anything
>every day
>killing any anomaly that looks at her funny
And the only ones that remain... are those that nobody there can kill. What a retarded cunt last admin was
>mental note
A "give us X and we let you have Y anomaly for 1 day" or vice versa type deal? Might be very fruitful if we decide appropriately which Company we throw our request to
>kept you around
That matches with previous flashbacks we had
>At least my life didn't mat-
????

>>5540073
>piece yourself as painful
It might be the tar or the Nothing or the Pale damage or anything related
>this entire description of past Admin
Interesting. He was quite the hopeful guy despite the situation and the City itself.
>flashes a wide smile
I hope they don't melt into nothingness once Shot resolves
>those rangers
They're still in there. There's still hope
>R-Company dogs
So past Admin hated R-Corp cowboy fucks. Nowadays we're OK with them. Maybe we'll find out why one day
>wave
I hope, even though Admin couldn't see her, that she waved back at him

>>5540075
>short and stout
Admin's the Ornstein to Felix's Smough. The Biggie to his Smalls.
>never liked talking about yourself
>weirdly deflective
Still more mystery beneath all the existing mystery
>I'm here for you
>isn't the first or last time
He IS the bro
>placing her on his shoulder
This is a nice gesture coming from the guy who hates robots and drones
>"Proceed."
Haha...
>no matter what changes
I thought he'd be offended at dogs being employees AND having human-like sapience, based on R/Roxy's previous work notes. He doesn't know?
>Stay low to the ground to avoid the brunt of the storm's damage!
>But I'm sick of it. It's been far too long.
It's time
>The final lesson from a parent to a child is being taught
;_;
>slam head first
We'll need some ice for that once Admin wakes up

>>5540076
>take all of it in
She can just take the book with her, can't she?
>this entire event
Growing up sucks, but you ultimately gain more than you lose from it in life

Sorry for the short delay, had to do some edits to the work orders. Update should hopefully be really soon.

>>5541602
When the thread result was good, the reader counter increased.

>>5541608
kek

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It's time for us to leave this steel cage and to fly freely.
It's time for us to use this knowledge to live a new, if unsafe, life.
it's time for us to finally shed this childish mindset. Today is the day we finally live.

It's time for you to hatch. You've been stuck in this shell for far too long. You wince as your wings finally blossom out of your back. You always saw how the birds flew without a care in the world...and you want to be like that.

"Woah!" Miss Ranger stumbles, clearly shocked by your beautiful wings.

Mister Knight laughs, clearly pleased by your new look! "It's about time. She will fly away, far far away. Above the skies the Father rules."

THAT'S DARN RIGHT! WE'RE AN ADULT NOW!

Monifa wipes her eyes. You don't like it when she's sad. You hold out your hand. Tips are sharp, like talons.

"Please. I know it's selfish." Monifa tries her best to stay calm. She's cool like that! "I...want you to stay. I do."

I do too. But that's not what I'm meant for. A bird doesn't want to be in a cage.
A bird is meant to fly.

You hug her tightly. Your body is tough, solid, almost like stone now. Not tiny little sand bits. "I'm sorry. If I could, I would."

"Let her fly freely, human." Mister Knight nods. He understands! He's just like you. You...know you're not a human like the rest. But that's fine.

"Keep the book, won't you?" Miss Ranger hums. "You'll need to remember every detail of it."

"Okay!" You pat Monifa on the head after backing away from your hug. She nods. "...Please, will you visit again?"

Why would we ever jail ourselves again? There is nothing stopping us now.
A bird builds a nest and returns to it when the time is right.
...I'll miss them too.

"We'll see." Something in you has finally clicked. You're not a child. You're not a storm. You're something beyond all of that now.

A pretty little bird. You'll keep this shell on until you can fly, fly, fly. You walk towards the door, each step lighter than the last.

Miss Puppy whimpers when you're about to open the door. You know it'll open, no matter if it was locked or not.

"Don't worry." You smile. "I'll be fine." With a snap of your fingers, the door opens. The others are shocked. You are too.

We're no longer shackled by this prison. Our mind made it so, just this once.
I suppose this is a 'breach'. A breach into a new world.
Ah. I can already hear the alarm. Best hurry now.

"Goodbye." You step out of your cell. You hear them say their own farewells. Miss Puppy has to bark really loud for you to hear her.

And so...you fly through the halls. Nothing grounding you, nothing opposing you. For the first time in your life, you cry actual tears. Tears of joy.

It is finally time to soar!

New World Songbird has flown from its nest.
[CONNECTION SEVERED...]

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You groan as you wake back up. C-0RA is resting a can of cold beer against your head. Good thing you bought that machine. The throb in your chest feels...weirdly empty. You don't like it.

Just as you do, you hear the faint sound of an alarm being turned off. S-4M's face flickers on the screen. "She's escaping. I have a feeling you're not going to stop her."

"No." You mutter. You flip your camera over to the containment cell. The three employees are just sitting there, staring at what remains of the anomaly now that it has left.

A cap gun with plastic long since eroded by sand, a red scarf that is clearly homemade, and...something that draws your attention.

A massive cloak that would cover everything from the neck down hangs in the air, defying any sense of gravity. Razor sharp feathers made out of sandstone are what makes up the cloak. They swirl and twist around, moved by a non existent wind current.

Oasis for the Heart has been extracted.

"Let's...collect these." Monifa tries her best to suppress something. While Roxy wears the scarf and holds the cap gun in her mouth, the other three focus on pulling the cloak back to the ground.

You flip to find out where the new form of Sirocco is.

A humanoid made out of dense sand flutters in front of Star of the Century's containment cell. Massive bird-like wings with actual feathers have breached out of its back, as if the true form is hidden underneath the humanoid form.

Loose sand pours out of its back, swirling around the winds as a layer of extra protection. Maybe it also improves its flying? Anomalies are weird.

The humanoid's hands are more akin to talons, same for its legs and feet. Cracks cover every inch of the anomaly, like a half cracked egg.

"Miss Magician. I can't stay any longer but...send me a message when you can, okay?" A young adult's voice echoes out. "See you around. I'll wait for a response."

With blindingly quick speeds, it soars over to the elevator. The floor it flies over is coated in a thick layer of loose sand.

The last thing you see of New World Songbird is her waving a hand at the camera. "See you around, Mr. Admin!" And then she's gone, leaving nothing but a weird void in your heart.

[DYING LIGHT] She'll come back. You're the first place that has treated her kindly.
[HOPELESS WRECK] DON'T GET TOO ATTACHED. SHE WILL NEVER BE A PERMANENT RESIDENT AGAIN. SHE HAS NOTHING BOUNDING HER HER.
[BOUND BY DUTY] Her only duty is to enjoy her life now. I wish her the best of luck.

"Administrator? Are you okay?" S-4M asks, concern dripping from his voice. C-0RA rubs your back. "YouR head feelinG any better?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." You murmur. All you hope for is that she avoids the Outsider. Time to review the other work orders.

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>Send in S2, D-C453Y, and Q to Nurture Star. Get her some food and drink, bargain, see what happens.
Employee S2 and D-C453Y mutter constantly in that bizarre language that S2 speaks in. You can feel the disappointment radiating from the shade-wearing drone.

Ah, they worshiped me through pain and their own body. A great showtime will be delayed for now.
The three enter the containment cell.
The magician floats above the floor, muttering happily to itself over nothing.
S2: [Message Sent!] [Message Sent!]
C45: C'mon, don't you wanna be a BIG SHOT? We have DEALS FOUR US!
Employee Q shakes his head before pulling out some cans of soda and chips.
ANOMALY: Oh. It's you chucklenuts. Alright, what is it this time?
ANOMALY: More stardust? Do I gotta beat up more cowboys? Hopefully it's interesting this time.
S2: INTERESTING? INTEREST. WELL, WELL, [Wales]! THERE'S A [High Quality Ripoff] WE CAN [Invent] YOU IN!
C45: How's this, TWINKLE? We got a lot of high quality SHEFS, quality of the highest degree!
S2: I KNOW! HOW WOULD A [Private Session] WITH SOME OF OUR [Very Important Pipis] BE?
Q: this is beneath me. this really is.
ANOMALY: Very important...what?
The magician lowers to the ground, trying to process what was just said.
S2: THINK ABOUT IT. WE HAVE THREE [Very Important Pipis] THAT CAN VIEW YOUR [Showtime, baby!]
C45: The best chef in the tristate area! A desperado recovering from rehab! The Eye itself, staring upon us!
Q: Do you prefer caffeine or caffeine free.
The magician flinches when the first two were mentioned.
For the third one...
ANOMALY: Oh ho. An audience condensed into one person, eh? I could see that being appealing to me.
ANOMALY: I rather not interfere with former frienemies. What do you want in return?
ANOMALY: Oh, caffeinated, please. The saltiest chips you got.
Employee Q nods. Within a blink of the eye, an opened can of soda and bag of chips are raised up to the magician.
With gusto, they disappear into the starry void that pilots this suit.
S2: WELL, I RATHER NOT ORDER AROUND ANOTHER [Lonely Puppet]...
The magician and salesman stare at each other.
Pull the strings and make them ring. I must do it. For a performer MUST be seen.
S2: BUT. WE NEED THAT [A-JUICE]. THAT [SEE-EXTRACT]. AND WE NEED. YOUR HELP. WITH THAT. RIGHT NOW.
C45: EMPOWER THE RITUAL! EMPOWER THE RITUAL!
S2: WITH ALL THAT [Freedom], YOU'LL GET [The highest quality accommodations we can offer]!
Employee Q mutters to himself while giving the magician more food to devour.
The magician snaps her fingers.
ANOMALY: Alright. Extended it. Should be good for another three hours. I expect that Agent to come over...
ANOMALY: And you know, this room is rather drab. Get me something nice to rest my head on and I'll reward you more.
ANOMALY: Do we have a deal?
S2: OF COURSE, [Starlight. Starbright.]
C45: THE REWARD BETTER BE GOOD OR NO MORE SHOWS!
ANOMALY: Of course, of course.
The three employees exit.

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>F, J, I to Extract from Shot. Harvest that meat, keep authority around to prevent any Kor-style complications
Well, it's time to see what you missed, considering you were busy talking to "Phi" earlier during it.

AUTHORIZATION ACKNOWLEDGED.
The anomaly doesn't respond at all to the new guests entering its containment cell.
Employee F gestures at the two to get really close to him.
F: Delay the extraction as long as we can. Distraction, okay?
J: Sure thing, bro.
I: Whatever works, FX.
F: Good.
The meat soldiers are in their own dazed state, staring into vacant air.
...What am I fighting for? Have I lost the thread after all?
Employee F bends down to begin his extraction. His hands have been wrapped up in cloth and plastic.
Employee I and J separate from him, going to opposite ends of the room to start their harvest.
Employee F takes his sweet time scrapping the ever growing meat moss from the floor.
Employee J tries his best to scrap the meat that's slowly worming across the containment cell airlock.
Employee I swerves past a stationary meat soldier to scrap away at a corner of the room.
They take their sweet, sweet time doing so. Each movement is painfully dragged out, almost to the point of boredom.
A few of the meat soldiers begin to stir out of their trance-like state.
F: Shit. I thought it would take longer. Keep it up.
I: The hell even happened to them? It's so quite in here.
J: Shut up, then.
The three keep doing their best to prolong waking up any more of them.
ANOMALY: mmh. mmh...
ANOMALY: who's talking. shut up, shut up...
Employee F gulps, trying his best to keep his composure.
The other two are less worried and more annoyed about the meatball talking.
Employee J starts scrapping a bit harsher and faster while Employee I tries her best to stay quiet.
A tendril slowly worms out of the meat-coated ground. It slowly surveys the room.
ANOMALY: whos there...
ANOMALY: Wait, huh?
The three employees tense up, hoping that the anomaly won't attack.
The tendril tenses up, raising up into the air...
ANOMALY: Oh. It's just you three. Security, right?
The tendril lowers back down.
ANOMALY: The hell do you think you're doing?
J: I think it's rather self evident.
I: Jack, for the love of fuck, not right now.
I: Look. We need it to save, uh, P-Company employees. You know, autodoc and such.
F: Shit, shit, shit.
ANOMALY: Oh. Again, I tolerate this.
ANOMALY: It seems like you got quite a decent amount.
The anomaly points a tendril at the bags filled with meaty extracts.
ANOMALY: Leave.
J: Well, you see, we've had quite a few injured lately and we need to make sure-
ANOMALY: I said leave.
F: Shit. I doubt you're going to change your mind.
F: C'mon, you two. We did what we could.
I: Alright, alright. Hopefully that backscratch got you out of your weird funk, meatball.
ANOMALY: I won't repeat myself.
J: Fuck, okay.
The three employees take the hint and exit.

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>E and S, Nurture Velvet. Perform a checkup on her and see what's up with her.
After quickly checking up on the their patients, the two nurses chatter about oddly morbid injuries with the same cadence you would tell an inside joke. They enter the cell after putting on some fire resistant suits.

The velvet-clad corpse is still sweeping away at the containment cell floor.
It's barely able to keep pace with how much soot fills the room.
S: Miss Velvet. As a guest, it is compulsory to keep your health in high regard.
E: P-please take a break, w-we need to do a checkup on you.
The anomaly stops sweeping, letting the charred broom fall to the floor.
If the doctor asks, just say it was an accident. We wouldn't want our record tarnished.
ANOMALY: If it is necessary. I do not think my condition needs any checkup.
S: We will decide that once it is over. Doctor's orders, I'm afraid.
The anomaly settles down on the floor. The still lit flames lick away at the floor.
The two nurses look at each other with a mutual uncertainty before approaching the anomaly.
Employee E adjusts the kimono directly while Employee S investigates the anomaly's anatomy.
The anomaly squirms a bit but otherwise doesn't say anything.
Such an immodest thing...but if it's for a checkup.
S: Ignoring the...obvious, let's see what we have here.
E: Don't worry, miss. We're only checking what's necessary.
ANOMALY: This is not necessary. Don't associate my name with this checkup.
The two look at each other with an equal amount of confusion.
E: W-we won't?
S: We won't. This is strictly confidential.
The flames flicker and dull just the tiniest bit.
ANOMALY: You may continue, then.
The check up continues as normal, with Employee S writing down notes on what she sees.
With the slightly lowered heat, she directly prods the charred flesh with a metal rod.
ANOMALY: Cold.
The anomaly shivers, the flames threatening to heat up again.
Employee S mutters something to herself while Employee E adjusts the kimono again.
S: Huh. That's unusual. Miss, what were your earliest memories?
ANOMALY: Hot. Hot, then cold. Then savages. Then a cube. Then this room.
E: D-do you remember any...sharp pains?
Employee E points towards several nasty gashes across the anomaly's chest.
The anomaly looks down. It doesn't seem to react much at all towards them.
ANOMALY: Hm. I don't recall getting those.
Employee E slowly reaches into the gash and yanks out a small shard of glass.
E: We'll take this so the wound can heal.
ANOMALY: If that is necessary. I am in perfect health. Remember to report my condition as such.
ANOMALY: I rather not attract unnecessary attention.
S: Of course.
The two employees quickly exit the containment cell.

"Holy shit." Employee S shivers. "I've dealt with burnt bodies before but one that can talk is another thing."

"You get used to it." Employee E shrugs with an odd apathy to her body language.

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>T2, Nurture with Sunshine. Feed it cookies and love on that cat and inform her that, yes, the cat is fine eating them.

Employee T2 hums a simple melody, the stray cat hung round her shoulders like a shawl. It hisses once, leaps off, and bolts once she gets close to the airlock.

T2: Hmmm.

The airlock to the containment cell opens up.
The anomaly is quietly poking at one of the cameras around the room.
Its ears poke up at the warm aroma of freshly baked cookies.
It turns to greet T2.
Now that is a familiar smell, as if out of a long-forgotten dream...
ANOMALY: Oh? Another employee approaches? How curious...
T2: You invited me in. It would be rude for a hostess to deny a guest!
ANOMALY: Ho ho ho~ Then come in and close the door.
ANOMALY-B: Shake the dust off your feet.
ANOMALY: Stay as long as you please.
Employee T2 finds a comfortable enough spot to sit down.
The anomaly takes long and careful strides over to Employee T2.
T2: I don't bite. The only thing that needs to be bit are these.
Employee T2 holds up a chocolate chip cookie.
The tumor hanging off the anomaly's back lunges forward...
And chomps down on the cookie.
It flashes a smile its many teeth.
ANOMALY-B: Copacetic. More.
T2 complies.
ANOMALY: Much more interesting than the other automaton. I was rather unimpressed by his unoriginality.
T2: Well, that's not important now, is it?
She places down the plate.
T2: I have more than cookies to give you.
BOTH: Show us.
Employee T2 stands up on her tip toes and pats the anomaly on the head.
The anomaly's eyes widen. You swear they're almost sparkling.
The anomaly purrs with absolute satisfaction and kneels down to eye level.
Employee T2 sits down before patting her lap.
The anomaly curls up into a ball in the preoffered seat.
The tumor's grin slowly disappears.
Employee T2 gently pats the anomaly on the head while feeding cookies to the tumor.
Employee T2 is completely relaxed.
The oversized feline purrs, seemingly content with the pampering.
ANOMALY: Finally. Something else which understands what it means to be a proper host.
ANOMALY-B: Flattery and tributes are still your favorite, I see.
ANOMALY: Silence. Purr... purr...
Employee T2's eye twitches a bit.
Employee T2 keeps up her content smile regardless.
This continues for several minutes. Cookies get fed, the cat gets its pets, repeat.
The tumor shudders before audibly growling.
ANOMALY-B: Enough. Unhand my pet.
The feline twists itself to glare at the tumor growing off of it.
Employee T2 sighs, slumping with an overflowing disappointment.
T2: Do we have to? It was quite nice.
ANOMALY: For once in these many visits, I must agree.
ANOMALY-B: This behavior is unacceptable. I will accept more cookies, however.
Employee T2 unceremoniously tips the rest of the cookies down the tumor's gullet before standing up.
ANOMALY: Ho-hum~
The feline returns to its standing spot at the back of the room.

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T2: Thank you, Miss Sunshine.
The feline flicks its claws, suddenly filled with the nonchalance of such a non-puss.
Employee T2 does a little curtsy before exiting through the airlock.

>B-Company Agent to Appease Fortune, ask for a fortune and horoscope.
The agent looks down at the message with a bewildered look on her hard to make out face. This time around, she actually bothers entering the cell.

One out of four completed...wait.
This. This was not meant to be. Why are you..?
The agent approaches the fortune teller with an odd smirk.
AGENT: Well, well, well.
AGENT: I think I might know what your purpose is. Quite a useful addition to your facility, huh?
Her many voices wobble with unbribed curiosity.
With careful strides, the agent breaches the gap between her and her new target of interest.
The agent scribbles down a variety of notes with lightning fast speed before putting it up.
AGENT: Appease. Focus on the living conditions of the anomaly.
The agent looks around. The table and various curtains hanging around the cell have seen better days.
Before doing anything else, she does some tidying around.
The agent brushes the dust off the curtains and sets them as straight as they can be.
The agent brushes more dust off of the table before carefully sweeping it into a small bag.
AGENT: Keeping for any potential evidence.
The agent then moves onto the main attraction. The anomaly.
With a swift flick of the wrist, a coin made out of platinum makes itself known.
AGENT: Consider this a business expense. Yes, yes, yes.
The agent flicks the coin into the slot perfectly. She does so again to be able to get both.
AGENT: If you're a sentient anomaly, what do you want? Something to liven up the greys of this cell.
The agent pushes the buttons before stepping back.
With an unusual speed, the slips of paper are spat right into the Agent's awaiting hands.
The agent skims through them before holding them up to the camera.
AGENT: The others have reported doing this. I followed suit.
ANOMALY: "Only in the darkest of situations can you see your own destiny. Light can deceive. Light can blind."
ANOMALY: "Fire Rat. You're best off when you have a goal to keep yourself focused. Without the guidance of others, you are easily lost."
ANOMALY: "You try to keep a strict set of rules you must follow. I honor that, in a way."
AGENT: Cute little toy you have.
The agent turns around, heading back through the airlock without much care in the world.
AGENT: I can see the value in it.

The agent walks down the hallway. The blurry distortion on the camera confirms that Employee C is still trailing behind her. Good.

...Now time to decipher what the hell Fortune wants.

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>Z, Subdue Sense. Treat the TV like shit and talk shit about it, be a real god damn hardass. Don't die to the TV, please.
"PFT. FUCKING WORK, HUH?" Tough once he reads it a bit closer, Employee Z Shrugs and proceeds over to the containment cell.

Employee Z "cracks" his knuckles. Or at least mimics as well as he can.
Z: ALRIGHT. I CAN GET BEHIND THIS.
Employee Z casually strolls up to the TV. He bends down to forcefully turn the dial to a random channel.
The static lingers a bit longer than it normally does before finding a signal.
It cuts to several incredibly buff, incredibly masculine men posing in front of gym equipment.
The background music is heavy metal that is trying way too hard to sound cool.
ANOMALY: "BRO! DON'T YOU WANNA BE THE MAN TO BEAT ALL MEN?"
ANOMALY: "DON'T YOU WANNA GET FUCKING SWOLE? HUH, HUH?"
ANOMALY: "READY TO GET SO FUCKED UP, NO ONE CAN EVEN LOOK AT YOU WITHOUT WINCING?"
ANOMALY: "READY FOR A BODY THAT CAN KILL ANYONE-"
Z: BORING. SKIP.
The music stops for a moment. The muscular men look at each other in apparent confusion.
Z: YEAH, YEAH, DUDEBROS LIKE YOU THINK YOU'RE HOT SHIT. THAT YOU CAN GET, AS I CALL IT...
Z: THOSE SICK GAINS. THOSE GLORIOUS ABS. BUT YOU CAN'T.
The background music starts back up, way louder than before.
ANOMALY: "HERE AT MUSCLES, MUSIC, AND MEN...WE CARE ABOUT THOSE THREE Ms AND NOTHING ELSE!"
Z: M-COMPANY WOULD LAUGH YOU OUT IN A HEARTBEAT, SHUT THE FUCK UP.
The background music only gets even louder. It's getting hard to make out the voices on the TV.
ANOMALY: "-AL MEN KNO- DON'T SKIP LE- C'MON, EVEN ANDR-"
Z: SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY! THIS MUSIC FUCKING SUCKS, HOLY SHIT.
Z: I COULD MAKE BETTER MUSIC IN A HEARTBEAT AND I DON'T EVE-
The music has gotten to the point where even your ears are getting hurt by it.
Employee Z promptly stands up, holding his hands over his ears.
Z: OKAY. YOU WANNA PLAY LIKE THAT, ASSHOLE? HUH? HUH?
Employee Z reels back his foot and slams it against the side of the TV.
The channel suddenly changes to a wrestling match. An android is currently being grappled.
ANOMALY: "AND LOOK AT THAT! MR. NUTS AND BOLTS IS GETTING CHOKED OUT! WILL HE-"
Z: FAKE AS SHIT. EVEN THE FUCKING ADMIN FOUGHT BETTER THAN THIS GARBAGE. SKIP.
Employee Z slams his foot against the side of the TV yet again.
The channel changes to an action movie. The protagonist is suddenly hiding behind cover while gunfire flies overhead.
Employee Z shakes his head and slams his foot into the TV again.
Only to get a sudden blast of ear piercing static flooding his head.
Z: YOU SEE, SHIT LIKE THIS IS WHY PEOPLE DON'T WATCH TV ANYMORE.
Z: EAT SHIT.
Employee Z steps out, not even giving the television the time of day.
Wait, come back, you're going to miss our new special!

Employee Z stomps down the hallway, muttering about the boob tube until you can't see him anymore.

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>L and M2 to Extract from Sunset. Harvest some of the lotuses, be very gentle. Focus on the dead or already about to fall off leaves.

Employee L grimaces while Employee M2 chatters away with nonsensical buzzwords. All of their teeth look extra sharp today. The duo enter the containment cell.

The airlock opens, enshrouding the employees in a familiar darkness.
M2: Oh! Oh! Pretty...
L: That's a real keen observation. Real smart, yep.
M2: Now, now. Pretty flowers like these are quite the useful gift. Why, F-Company would've-
Employee L mimics zipping her mouth shut. Employee M2 doesn't get the hint.
The harvester approaches the obelisk while the worker drone follows, chattering all the while.
Employee M2 mutters about trimming flowers and arranging bouquets as she pulls out a pair of scissors.
Employee L scans the obelisk to find the best flowers to pick from, flicking her tongue with anticipation.
Employee M2 stares at a particular large flower and starts to drool.
The harvest begins shortly after.
A bad thief gets caught. A good thief steals. A great thief isn't even known.
Employee M2 happliy trims away at lotuses with a steady pace, snapping away at anything within reach.
Employee L's extractions are more delicate, gently plucking out dead ones straight from the stone.
The lotuses slowly squirm as they are detached from the stone.
M2: Hehe. They're like silly little worms~!
Employee L shivers, trying her best to focus on her extraction.
This repeats for the next few lotuses until Employee L stops the busy bee in her tracks.
L: You seeing what I'm seeing?
M2: Hm?
Employee L points to one of the spots she just plucked a lotus from. There's already another lotus there.
An eye is poking out from its center, glaring at the two.
The two employees share a look before quickly darting to the other side of the obelisk to avoid the wrathful stare.
An awkward silence comes and curdles before the eye retracts, leaving behind a regular looking lotus.
The shadow disappears yet again, leaving the room fully illuminated.
M2: Sheeeeesh. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
L: I don't know and I don't wanna know.
Employee L carefully picks out one last lotus from the pillar before strolling over to the airlock.
Employee M2 coos over the lotuses still on the obelisk, memerized by their pretty movements.
L: I don't think it's safe to touch those ones. They smell weird.
M2: Aww! Do we have to? If they regrow this fast, surely it can't hurt to extract some more! Let's exceed expectations and meet a good quota!
L: Weird smells equal bad. Good smells equal good. Let's move it.
M2: Oh.
Employee M2 puts a hand on her hip and raises her index to the air.
M2: Well, speaking about good smel-
L: Just fucking get over here.
With a yelp, Employee M2 scrabbles over to the airlock.
I'll be keeping an eye out for any more thieves.

The Crosstest between Sirocco and A Hope for a Brighter Future has been completed.
The Work Result was Good!
Abstraction Energy Count: +17
ICP Energy Count: +3
Employee Morale: Longing (M, R), Proud (Zero)
Current Anomaly Mood: Free (Sirocco), Proud (Future)
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
Ranger Zero - Sand-Adapted (Can handle heat and other desert conditions better than other employees, STA+)
Employee M - Sand-Adapted (Same as above.)
Employee R - Wasteland Survivor (Can handle any extreme temperature condition better, STA++, WP+, replaces Sand-Adapted)

Working Notes - M
-I don't want her to go. I really didn't.
-I think I need a moment. I need to call my daughter, just to hear her voice again.
-We got the PARADIGM down. It'll be safely stored. I don't want it damaged.

Zero:
-She took the book, hopefully it'll keep her safe. I wrote down all I knew in there.
-I wish her good luck. Let's see if that new form keeps her safe.
-I don't think the cap gun and scarf have anything anomalous to them. Novelties at most.

R:
-I feel stronger! Real strong, throw me anywhere and I'll be just fine!
-Miss Storm is gone! Aww. She always smelled really nice.
-Lotta of her smell in that sand outside! Clean up, clean up!

EXTRACTED
-Cap gun. Has six shots loaded in it. Looks realistic enough! (Can distract an enemy, allowing for a single reroll of a FORCE dice. Six charges remain.)
-Red scarf. The last remnant from an overbearing parent. Snug and warm. (Other than what a scarf normally does, totally unnotewrothy)
-Oasis for the Heart. (EQUIPMENT type PARADIGM. Unknown effects otherwise.)

Future:
-It's nice to see she found her peace at last. She deserves it after what she's been through.
-I noticed a few screws were missing in the wall outside the cell. She took them for self defense. Smart.

The Work Order for Star of the Century has been completed.
The Work Result was Good!
Abstraction Energy Count: +11 (2/20)
Employee Morale: PLEASURE DOING BUSINESS (S2), Neutral (C453Y, Q)
Current Anomaly Mood: Amused
Working Notes - S2
-SALES, SALES, SALES! THIS [Real Boy] DID A GREAT JOB, DIDN'T HE?
-WON'T YOU REPAY MY [Jeanousity] WITH YOUR HARD. EARNT. [Apple Juice]? COME ON YOU'RE KILLING ME.

Working Notes - D-C453Y
-Wow! That cool salesman was really hard to keep up with! My throat hurts!
-Something tells me she was thinking up something really hard! Dunno what, though!
-Smells like an anticlimax. She might be disappointed in whatever you did when she realizes!

Working Notes - Q
-I can respect a good sales pitch. Those two aren't good salesmen.
-Note: Unusual how I feel 'annoyed' at them. It is a weird emotion I do not like.
-I felt like dead weight. Not my strongest work type.

The Work Order for Til the Last Shot has been completed.
The Work Result was Neutral.
Abstraction Energy Count: +6/∞
Employee Morale: Neutral (All)
Current Anomaly Mood: Neutral
Working Notes - F
-Tried my best. We got a lot more than expected because he was in his weird funk.
-Was she cute? (Note: This is just a joke, don't get all stiff.)

Working Notes - J
-Dunno how to say it but I wasn't really scared of his tendril. He didn't have his heart in it.
-Place is getting pretty nasty. Might wanna clean it up sooner than later.
-Well? Was she? (Note: Sorry, Felix told me to.)

Working Notes - I
-I heard the soldiers mutter something to each other. Something about a 'new change of plans'. Maybe we're getting closer.
-Not much else to say. And no, I'm not playing along with them.

The Work Order for Fire on the Velvet Horizon has been completed.
The Work Result was Neutral
Abstraction Energy Count: +5 (5/15)
Employee Morale: Content (E), Intrigued (S)
Current Anomaly Mood: Uncomfortable
Working Notes - E
-I don't think she's the biggest fan of personal contact. We tried our best, though. For non-dogs, at least.
-Might need to fiddle with my internals a bit but I'm just fine. I think.

Working Notes - S
-Rough age within 40s, I'd assume older? Hard to make out distinct features but was clearly malnourished before death.
-Shards of glass were embedded deeply into several places underneath her kimono. No sign of healing around the wounds.
-Skin is insanely tough. I doubt anything besides cold can slow her down if she were to breach. Doubt she feels any pain.
-Cause of death should be obvious. Though there was gashes and bruises around her neck and back. Premortem

The Work Order for Little Miss Sunshine has been completed.
The Work Result was Good!
Abstraction Energy Count: +9/∞
Employee Morale: Peaceful
Current Anomaly Mood: Placid
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
Employee T2 - Cat Lover (WP+, Appease+, Subdue+, has better interactions with cats of any type.)
Working Notes - T2
-Quite an interesting feline! I fail to see why the others react so poorly to it.
-You simply have to respect their needs. As fickle and wishy-washy as they can be.
-I doubt the skin tag wants to see me around for a while. Oddly protective over its host.

The Work Order for Fortune for a Price has been completed.
The Work Result was Neutral.
Abstraction Energy Count: +4/∞
Employee Morale: [CLASSIFIED]
Current Anomaly Mood: ???
Working Notes - B-Corp Agent
-Interesting. This anomaly knows more than I thought it would. A fitting interaction.
-I hope you don't mind me keeping some of my notes about it private, 'friend'.
-Feel free to send me on the others. I would be glad to analyze them further.
-Expected a bit more fanfare, a delay, to the answer. Alas.

>>5541853
I've long lost track of the employees, the fortunes, the contracts and everything else, and am unfit to vote. But I keep following this quest, because of the updates like these.

The Work Order for Chattering Lack of Common Sense has been completed.
The Work Result was Neutral.
Abstraction Energy Count: +4/∞
Employee Morale: Annoyed
Current Anomaly Mood: ???
Working Notes - Z
-Fuck me, my head is ringing like mad. This is your fault, isn't it? Got some sort of fucking grudge?
-Whatever. It was nice yelling at it. Thing has been a real fucking nuisance from what I've heard.
-Why did it have to taunt me with muscles, man? That's a low blow. A real nasty one.

The Work Order for Sunset at the Pyramids has been completed
The Work Result was Neutral.
Abstraction Energy Count: +7 (3/12)
C-Extract Count: +1 (High Quality activated!)
Employee Morale: Pleased --> Neutral (M2), Uneasy (L)
Current Anomaly Mood: ???
Employee Trait Revealed:
Employee M2: Chatterbug (Energy Collection+, Nurture+, Appease-, can easily annoy coworker or anomaly alike.)
Working Notes - L
-Yeaaah, I think the only thing stopping that from being any worse was leaving when we did.
-Note, don't tell her you know this. I saw her fucking chomp down on one of the lotuses. Just in case you noticed anything weird.
-You know how cut grass smells? It was like that but weirdly musky. Really gross.

Working Notes - M2
-Highest quality samples for a highly rated facility! An outstanding return on this newly invested acquisition, Administrator!
-The eye looked like my previous employer's! But I never saw him too often!
-The flowers tasted like ash and regret. Yucky!
-Due to the in-the-weeds optics of the anomaly, an employee with less visibility and audibility might be better at successfully sneak sneak sneaking it!!!

EXTRACTED:
-5 Lovely Lotuses (Constantly move and squirm long after being cut off. Apparently taste like ash.)
-1.5 bags of Lotus Leaves (Various pieces of dead plant fiber cut from the lotuses.)

ANOMALY ANALYZATION NOTES:
-Lotuses are associated with resilience and rebirth. I think if the anomaly breaches...it might attempt to 'rebirth' the facility.
-Lotuses are closed during the night and open at day. Maybe that's why the shadow is good. It's night time then.

B-COMPANY OBSERVATION NOTES FROM EMPLOYEE C
-She was real fucking giddy after you sent her to work on Fortune. I'm not sure if continuing to do so is a good idea.
-Tried to access the Secure Storage where we keep our PARADIGMs. Security told her unless she had a deal like Salt, she had to wait for approval.
-Lots of sand on the first floor. She took a real keen interest on it. Might wanna distract her.
-She looked back at me a few times but genuinely seemed...confused? Unstable? I dunno, I just wanna lay back down.
-She has a notebook filled with entries on most of the people in the facility. I'm not even sure how, it's only been a few hours.

>>5541890
Hey, that's fine, I know this quest can be a lot for people. All I can really ask is that lurkers vote on tie breakers to keep updates from being too slow. Otherwise, I'm glad you're reading regardless.

Hour 5, Shift 9
QUOTA: 0/35 C-Extract Refined
Optional QUOTA: 1/4 Mystery Meat
A-Energy:132 units, +8/hour
Taxed A-Energy (what is collected from your two new anomalies. 24% will be removed at the end of the shift.): 50 units
ICP: 6
C-Extract: 9

SPONSORSHIPS:
>L-Company: Every third hour, do not work on anomalies. Let them rest.
>C-Company: Complete Extraction work seven times this shift. Current count: 7. Completed!
>S-Company: Store two anomalies at your facility and keep them there for the next two days.
>B-Company: Talk to a B-Company representative and let them watch your operations for the next two days.
>Mr. Churchland: Work without D, H, and N in your facility and ship three extracts from different anomalies each day. Current count: 3/3. Done for today!

DEPARTMENT HEAD ABILITIES
>Soothing (Employees will slowly regain their morale over time. Bonding work done may soothe and calm down anomalies. Floor wide, Monifa's on the first floor by default.)
>High Quality (Anomalies may occasionally produce C-Extract when worked on. Chance increases the more dangerous the anomaly is. Floor wide, Q's on the third floor by default.)

INTERACTIONS [1 Hour Each]

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

INANIMATE
>Anomalies: Fortune for a Price, Chattering Lack of Common Sense, Sunset at the Pyramids
>Assign Employee (Same as Living)

MISC
>Facility: REFINEMENT ROOM, Explore the Fourth Floor (Unknown. Felix said to "be quiet" on it. Caused C-0RA damage when searched in.), Unleash the Beast (Costs 2 A-Energy to activate. Sometimes doesn't consume A-Energy.)
>S-4M: Anomaly Analyzation (Write in which anomalies you want to analyze and for how long.), Control Spike (Write in what you want him to do.)
>C-ORA: Search Protocol (Write in what you want her to find. Some metaphysical or classified information can't be accessed.)
>Assign Employee (To do what? Any specific instructions?)
>Assign a Sponsorship. (J and X-Company are open for a sponsorship. Ask for dead bodies or something else? What rewards to offer them? [Energy, items, a service, etc]. The Agent will assist you.)

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? About what?)
>Contact a Company via Fax (Who? About what? QM will tell you how much it'll cost.)
>Leave the office.
>End the workday (Enters Downtime/Upgrade phase)

Huh, the energy over time didn't jump too high. Seems like whatever damage you did slowed it down somewhat.

>>5541890
>and am unfit to vote.
Nonsense anon, vote/write in what your heart desires worst case scenario someone calls you fag, shit i keep up with the quest and get called a fag anyways it will be fine anon.

>>5541902
>Future
Future, A, HOS(M) to test the new paradigm.

My idea is that its PROBABLY a safe paradigm and this might help with the longing while figuring the thing out.

> Star
The CLUWNE and The LOVECRAFTIAN HEART to "teach" Star a new horror act for her show to THE EYE

In my defense, I have no defense I just wanna spook her a little and see the CLUWNE horror show.

>Shot
The Maid with a Sec Detachment to clean Shot's room

No comment to be made on this one

> Velvet
Employee I and Ranger Zero to conduct an "interview" about a local arsonist and if Velvet knows anything about them. Give I and Zero what you know about Velvet so far so they can do a convincing "interview"

Could be a way to learn more about Velvet's past.

>Sunshine
S2 with the Salesman Glasses TO GET IN ON THAT NEW 2 FOR 1 CUSTOMER BEFORE THE OPPURTINITY PASSES. HURRY UP YOU [[Hyperlink Blocked]]

Seems like a good way to hurt a droid.

>Fortune
Admin to Emily: I have reason to believe Fortune might for the lack of a better term die soon (or reincarnate?). Comfort it with the situation it finds it self in.

Seems like a good solid we can do for it before it... passes away?

> Sense
T2 and D-C453Y to watch whatever the Sense shows them

Wanna see what Sense Thinks T2 wants and also i want to see D-C453Y imitate T2

>Sunset
Admin to tell the story of d̶e̶a̶d̶ ̶b̶i̶t̶c̶h̶ ̶a̶d̶m̶i̶n a queens misrule and tyranny of her kingdom and how it lead her and her people's demise then dump the useless paper gotten from the 3. floor on to the pyramid. Felix to wait outside to pullout Admin in case of FUBAR.

Now anons before you call it stupid listen to this, we know for a FACT that the lotuses and the shadows are affected by whats being said and "fed" to the pyramid. This work order should either create an interesting result or nothing at all both ways it should be fine.

Misc
C still on chaperone duty
Q,Q2,K on tax duty
Jack to physically damage O2 with the saw

>>5541902 >>5541958
I just realized i put all of Sec Dep to work so no detachment is available i amend by vote like this

>The Maid and Jack to clean Shots room

Lilly to damage O2 with the saw (she's a harvester I'm sure she used a cutting tool before)

>>5541902
Living
>C, Future Bond
>Salt, A2, Appease Star with her request, and if Star’s looking for something new, she can wear YP. Also, tell Star that if you want to take the Agent’s stuff, feel free too.
>R, Bond Velvet
>Maid, Appease Shot (after you’ve extracted the sand); Q and T, Greater Good/Shot Experiment
>G2, Appease Miss
Inanimate
>M with GWIT, Bond Fortune, Experiment with Judgement
>E, O2, S2, Sense Bidding war. Try to get the best deal out of personal suffering.
>T2, V, B3, Nurture Sunset, give it something nice. (B3 is just to make something nice, he isn’t to stress himself with getting out of bed).
Misc
>OWB A to Observe B-Agent
>Cluwne to distract B-Agent while Maid collects Sand extract for facility use.
>M is free to experiment with Oasis when she’s ready
>Salt AFYN

Analysis time before I vote

>>5541853
>this entire resolution
Listen to this song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvNQ3WJs_BM

>>5541855
>that machine
C-0RA or the beer vendor?
>Oasis for the Heart
The description sounds metal
>the true form is hidden
Still not there yet, but a big step forward
>weird void in your heart
Here's to you, kid...
>avoids the Outsider
Height advantage means yes

>>5541857
>Ah, they worshiped me through pain and their own body. A great showtime will be delayed for now.
To Hour 6 or to much later?
>flinches
Interesting reaction
>former frienemies
Surprisingly nice of her
>starry void that pilots this suit
Imagine sticking your dick in her
>Pull the strings and make them ring. I must do it. For a performer MUST be seen.
A very poignant interaction between Star and S2/Spamton, for obvious reasons
>expect that Agent
Bond work to chat her up? Observe work speeds up the Performance, but she's delayed and will breach 100% later today due to Fortune's fortune
>rather drab
We did Appease work to clean up the cell and get her show-ready, but we didn't do any actual Appease work to decorate her place. I thought we gave her a pillow or blanket after her fight against the cowboys too. I guess we can still throw her a spare pillow just in case?

>>5541862
>FX
Cool nickname
>What am I fighting for? Have I lost the thread after all?
We're getting through to him...
>this interaction
F/Felix really antsy throughout all that

>>5541866
>soot
Giving somebody that always produces ash the job to clean up said ash is a neverending task
>If the doctor asks, just say it was an accident. We wouldn't want our record tarnished.
Background of domestic violence and spousal abuse, loud and clear
>Such an immodest thing...but if it's for a checkup.
We got her female doctors and nurses, she's ok
>flicker and dull
Relief that she isn't doing the wrong thing that'll get her a beating... though either of the men she was with would find reasons to beat her regardless. That's how this goes
>odd apathy
What's this then? Where'd this come from? Is it being forced to watch the human harm in medbay, on top of the guilt eating at her for keeping GWIT at the facility without Admin's permission?

>>5541876
>simple melody
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aTvpwQP9r9E
>cameras
Hey bitch, those are OUR cameras
>Now that is a familiar smell, as if out of a long-forgotten dream...
How do cookies tie to this bitch's background and themes?
>on her tip toes
Kira's height is canonically 175 cm (5 ft 9 in)
>sparkling
A rare moment of humanity
>grin slowly disappears
Oh?
>Flattery and tributes
Is that towards the cat half or to T2?
>eye twitches
T2 then?
>Unhand my pet
>twists itself to glare at the tumor
>behavior is unacceptable
Confirmed, the two halves are independent. Tumor sees cat as the subservient one? What does the tumor want then? Definitely a lead to pursue

(cont)

>>5541879
>One out of four completed
What? We did the clown kiss. We did the department head vomit. We did the star carving but not the breach. We are still doing the android damage. Did doing the star-carving fortune actually stop Star's breach outright then?
>This. This was not meant to be. Why are you..?
Who was he expecting?
>seen better days
We cleaned up Fortune himself, but not his cell and decor. Whoops!
>potential evidence
Of????
>unusual speed
Scared
>first fortune
Fourth Floor's darkness?
>second fortune
Is Fire Rat supposed to be Admin? Who is this one for?
>third fortune
Is this Fortune trying to flatter the Agent? Is he that shaken?

>>5541881
>lingers a bit longer
Trying to gauge Z/Zayne's deal, considering what to show to affect him the most
>trying way too hard to sound cool
But what if Z/Zayne becomes actually cool?
>music stops
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OfnWIecOaE
>FUCKING ADMIN FOUGHT BETTER
Big compliment coming from how Z/Zayne is
>Wait, come back, you're going to miss our new special!
Ratings PLUMMETING

>>5541883
>trimming flowers and arranging bouquets
Appease work for somebody?
>A bad thief gets caught. A good thief steals. A great thief isn't even known.
OWB with minimizing Presence to harvest the lotuses with future Extraction work?
>eye glaring
>shadow disappears
Huh?
>I'll be keeping an eye out for any more thieves.
Doesn't seem to like Extraction work. Those lotuses behave like they WANT to be plucked, and people working on this thing get ideas to harvest them on their own. But when they ARE harvested, the obelisk hates that and the lotuses look like they hate it? This discrepancy doesn't make much sense, does it?

>>5541885
>Sand-Adapted
>Wasteland Survivor
Confirmed: the people that do work on an anomaly when it resolves get permanent traits and buffs from it. It happened with everybody so far, except Admin during Reminder resolving to Future, and except Future here during Sirocco resolving to New World Songbird. And R/Roxy, who already had the Sand-Adapted anomalous trait, got theirs further boosted to Wasteland Survivor. We can throw W to Fortune as one of the last employees once he resolves, for instance, and see how her Lucky (which was still never consumed once) becomes powered up.
>call my daughter
;_;
We still need to bring up "Daniel Anjaro" from the old Second Floor records once the mood clears
>took the book
Mission Accomplished
>Cap Gun
Weak but can save a life
>Red Scarf
Would go great with the Winter Parka
>screws missing
Oh no, we have even more screws loose now
>throat hurts
S2/Spamton has a killer voice processor
>anticlimax
>disappointed
Thanks Fortune
>I feel 'annoyed'
Is this due to gaining some humanity from becoming a Department Head via that injection?
>dead weight
Fuck you too >>5535567 for forcing that. There's your +11 A-Energy

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>>5541886
>cute?
>Felix told me to
Kinda, yeah
>clean it up sooner
This means Appease work on Shot to clean up that shit. But who can we send with enough authority so people don't get stabbed and infected?
>new change of plans
We're GETTING THERE
>not playing along
Ouch
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
WHERE'S THE BAGS OF MYSTERY MEAT WE HARVESTED FROM THIS EXTRACTION WORK?
>Uncomfortable
I want to fix Velvet's morale first before we go in on the interrogation. A Nurture work might help her feel better and lessen the flames for preparation
>personal contact
Well she IS a battered housewife
>fiddle with my internals
She didn't even get hurt at all. Neither did S2/Spamton. Fuck, we're behind on android damage now
>malnourished before death
Did the husband stop her from eating anything?
>No sign of healing
Still hurting inside, but not outside
>cold
Remember: Cryogenic Flood
Remember: Late Night Cane and the Neon Slasher stuff is all "cold"
>gashes and bruises around her neck and back. Premortem
From the ensuing struggle against her husband and the rebel, before it all burned to cinders
>Cat Lover (WP+, Appease+, Subdue+, has better interactions with cats of any type.)
Pic related
>respect their needs
She'd be good at that
>Oddly protective
Did the cat come first, or the tumor?
>'friend'
Sure thing, 'baby' :^)

>>5541894
>Neutral.
And not Bad. Odd.
>fucking grudge
[HOPELESS WRECK] CRY HARDER, FAGGOT
>real fucking nuisance
Kinda, yeah
>from what I've heard
Word on anomalies gets around from our employees talking about their works offscreen. Makes sense. I forgot if we ever worked Z/Zayne on Sense till now
>taunt me
That's what it does, man
>Chatterbug (Energy Collection+, Nurture+, Appease-, can easily annoy coworker or anomaly alike.)
All in all with 3 traits so far, Bond and Nurture are both M2's best works, with Extraction a second
>smells
Interesting. No clue what this means
>ash and regret
Potential crosstest with Velvet?
>in-the-weeds optics
What a phrase
>attempt to 'rebirth' the facility
NO
THIS IS NOT MY FETISH
DO NOT PARASITE TREE THE FACILITY
>closed during the night and open at day
>night time
So not only is the shadow and "time" associated with the whispers of the past, it is directly related to the eye-lotuses? Weird
>real fucking giddy
Is she planting more bugs in the containment units?
>access the Secure Storage
AGAIN?!?!?
>Lots of sand
We gotta assign people to harvest that ASAP.
>confused? Unstable?
???
>notebook
Data-collecting for her company. Fucking RIP, we can't stop that can we?

And... done.

>>5542086
Oh right

>>5541902
>Optional QUOTA: 1/4 Mystery Meat
What about this?

And now for the works vote

>>5541902
LIVING

>Future
>Kor and D-124N474 to Appease with Future. Clean up his containment cell of bone fragments and dust.
We know nothing about D-124N474 other than they got + to Appease and Bond from REDACTED earlier. They aren't starred. They are totally expendable. Yet I want to use them here anyway because of lack of manpower.
>Star
>A/Arthur to Appease with Star. Grant her her request for a pillow and maybe a spare blanket as well. Have Star wear YP and cook something with it as well. Also tell Star that if she wants to take the Agent’s stuff, feel free to try when we send them over.
Basically what >>5541993 said
>Shot
>V/Vincent, J/Jack, Ranger Zero, and Maid Robot to Appease with Shot. Clean up that containment cell with V/Vincent and Maid Robot. J/Jack and Ranger Zero are ONLY there to supply authorization and presence, and will have NO PART in this work otherwise.
Follow up the "clean up Shot's nasty cell" that J/Jack mentioned
>Velvet
>C/Celanine and A2/Adama to Nurture with Velvet. Give her some sweets and a bit of coffee to go with them. If we don't have sweets, use the cookies. Make her comfortable.
Prepare them for Hour 7 questioning
>Sunshine
>P/Presley, Z/Zayne, and O2/Oswald to Subdue with Sunshine. Put on weapons and armor against mental damage (if we got any), and get to work. THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN (TO KICK YOUR ASS). This bitch wants to force people to be polite and cut them up mentally? Fuuuuuuuuuck that!
Android damage plus revenge for P/Presley

INANIMATE

>Fortune
>Mr. Salt to Bond with Fortune. Ask for a fortune and horoscope. Use salt coins if you have any, haha!
Do special works before Fortune resolves
>Sense
>B2/Cluwne and D-W23N to Bond with Sense. TV might be a bit bothered from Z/Zayne Subduing it earlier.
This way we get info on D-W23N, who is starred from good resistance to the N&Q test.
>Sunset
>Admin and F/Felix to Bond with Sunset. F/Felix is only there as backup if shit goes down.
Do THIS stupid autistic shit >>5541958

MISC

Admin: Tell F/Felix about your talk with Phi as well.
Accounting Dept: Q, Q2, and K/Kate - Tax Reduction Duty
T2: Use Flesh Idol
S2/Spamton, I/Isabelle, D-W01FY, D-C45P: S2/Spamton be damaged by D-W01FY and D-C45P, physically and mentally. Go in harder on mental damage than physical damage. I/Isabelle escort the two D-Class back after, and S2/Spamton go to Medbay or B/Bill after.
Opal, R/Roxy: Experiment with Oasis for the Heart (OftH)
W: Observe B-Company Agent with OWB, as well as to recover from earlier damage. Do NOT let them enter Secure Storage!
B/Bill, E/Emily, S/Seneca: Fix up the androids according to who is most damaged physically. Lot of robo-pain before the day is out
G2/Grant: Lot of androids getting feelings hurt. Help in medbay as usual
M2, Talon, L/Lily: Collect all that anomalous sand in the halls.

...I used basically every employee we have. I scrolled through employee list for more than an hour. I fucking put in this work, goddamnit

>>5542141
The lack of just THREE (3) employees due to that sponsorship is causing us to be so stretched-thin, on top of the android damage and the tax reduction missions we have to handle. I seriously hope that this next hour, Hour 6, Star doesn't breach. We did the star-carving and salting like Fortune said, and we got
>Ah, they worshiped me through pain and their own body. A great showtime will be delayed for now.
So this better be worth it

Ah shit. I knew I forgot something. You got four bags of Mystery Meat. Now you have five total. Was trying to get the last update out quick and skimmed it over.

>Wait, only one out of four?
Fortune said there were four starred fortunes you wanted to deal with. The star carving one was one of them. Just as a reminder.

>>5542141
Anon! If you want to make sure STAR doesn't breach you should totally support the CLUWNE horror show.

>>5542219
>A great showtime will be delayed for now.
>A great showtime will be delayed for now.
>A great showtime will be delayed for now.
>A great showtime will be delayed for now.
No. I'm supporting your autism regarding Sunset. Clown Horrorshow can wait, and we're fucking spread thin on employees as it is.

>>5541883
yeah, I figured the anomaly would react like that. next turn we may want to send in someone knowledgeable about plant care to make up for it, perhaps give some sort of liquid as offering since it reacted well to that?


>>5541881
nothing to really say about this one. do you guys figure we should keep going on the tv is irrelevant path with ACLOCS or something else?


>>5541876
if we were going to keep this anomaly this would be really game-changing in terms of making it manageable as it stands it's just interesting.


>>5541866
it's nice to see a work order being kind to this one as opposed to just managing it, if we keep it up it might be less of a hassle to work with.


>>5541862
good, it seems like we're finally managing to break through his thick head, that or he's going to stage a breakout one or the other.


>>5541857
we really need to get around to letting her actually do a few of her shows to break her away from that puppetmaster thing, shame how much of a shitshow they cause though.


>>5541853
a wonderful ending for one of my favorite anomalies, your a fucking awesome writer QM, good shit.

>>5541894
also, we should really get someone to sweep up that sand both because it's the last we're getting, and to stop her from doing something stupid with it.

>>5541958
Maybe we should leave the lovecraftian cluwne for when Star breaches?

>>5542264
>>5542289
Any takes on my vote in >>5542141? I tried to explain all the work votes clearly

>>5542264
We could sic the cluwne to water bucket the Agent to damage the journal

>>5542867
Wouldn't she know we're behind it?

>>5542219 this is me, I have a new Id due to new WiFi
>>5542548
I might +1 you to move the thread along if no else does tie breaking by 2 days since QM update.

>>5542141
+1
This is the one with a crack squad storming LMS's chamber so I'm going for it.

>>5542141
O2 is needed for taxes, keep him out of it until the tax cut is finished.

Fortune ain’t going to resolve without * fortunes.

The Sunset autistic shit is better off when the shadow is fully extended, not when it’s in the sun ffs. Nurture it with good liquid vibes first if you want to not kill us for fucks sake.

Also
>Phone the X-Threat leader, tell I’m to focus on corrosive attacks
>Majorly harm an android via Judgement testing
We should be aiming for major android harm every hour, potentially twice in an hour. We have those poor ETF to save.

>>5543720
>O2 is needed for taxes
I put Q, Q2, and K/Kate for that. 3 working gets us -3%. Look at the math in >>5534597. 5+3+3+3 makes 14. We need to get this Hour 5 to go through and we'll be sitting at -17% and have reached the -15% maximum
>keep him out of it until the tax cut is finished.
As much as I want that -5% from all 5 working Tax Reduction, we ended up playing too good. Neither S2/Spamton nor E/Emily took enough damage from those works. We need to make up for it by hurting S2/Spamton and O2/Oswald this hour. We can't fuck this up
>* fortunes.
We only know 2 of the 4, no? We did the star carving and salting, and Fortune confirmed that got completed
>autistic shit is better off when the shadow is fully extended
I agree, but we are thin on employees and I don't want to redo my vote post after all this time. If it goes wrong, you can blame the autist for insisting it like a retard, and blame me for trying to appease the fucker. He was right twice now with E/Emily vote during the sleep piloting event, and with the [FLIRT] vote on the B-Corp Agent. I want to give him this one and see if he can go 3 for 3
>Phone the X-Threat leader, tell him to focus on corrosive attacks
I thought by nearest threat Fortune meant the Fourth Floor beasts. Heat-tracking does fit whatever their deal could be. I'll support this anyway, in case it can help the X5 Outsider suppression effort
>Majorly harm an android via Judgement testing
I don't wanna fuck with Pale/Esoteric damage, man. That's why I've been keeping android damage to work votes and miscs like Flesh Idol. Judgement is a good last resort option we can try next hour on Hour 6, when we are forbidden from anomaly works, if that'd satisfy you
>We should be aiming for major android harm every hour, potentially twice in an hour.
That's what I've been trying to write and vote for

>>5541902
Please add the "corrosives" suggestion to the X5 Outsider takedown force from >>5543720 as a misc to my vote in >>5542141 please. Its a good idea I wanna back

>>5543765
I am dumb
H1 = 0
H2 = 3
H3 = 5
H4 = 3
H5 (we are voting here) = 3
Total = 14
Once we complete Hour 6, we'll be all done on the tax reduction effort

Alright, vote closed, meant to close it two hours ago but I fell asleep. For the work orders, we'll go with 7xm's since that was the one that got the most votes (2 v s 1s isn't much but hey)

Here's the follow up votes, will be writing the rest:

Who do you want to test out Oasis?
>Monifa
>Opal and Roxy
>Someone else? (Who?)

How many Androids do you want to damage? Select all that apply. (Just in case you worry about doing overkill)
>S2
>T2
>O2
>All of the above.
>Add in someone else (Who?)

And do you want to use JUDGEMENT to try doing even more damage to your Androids to fuck up the Outsider?
>Yes, anything is fair game. The more, the better.
>No, I think beating them up and insulting them is more than enough.

And that's it, I believe. No other miscs conflict and the only others that could've were resolved by the winning work orders (like how C is too busy on Velvet o O B S E R V E)

>>5544232
>Opal and Roxy
One robot and one dog
>All of the above.
All the damage must stack on the X5 Outsider, no?
>Yes, anything is fair game. The more, the better.
Let's not accidentally kill one of our androids, then have that android blow up and kill at least one other person. Controlled damage on whoever can take it

>>5544232
>Monica
>S2
>It's fair game

>>5544232
>Monica
>T2
>Yes

Crashed really hard, trying to get update out as soon as I can. I'm not even sure how it happened, I'm not sick or underfed or anything.

I just kinda blinked and slept way longer than usual. Future updates will be done faster to make up for this. I'll leave these questions to fill time while I try making up for lost time and finish the current one

>Is there any type of anomaly you wish to see in the future?

>>5544902
7xm here on mobile again. An anomaly that requires us to Subdue, Observe, and Extract from more than usual? That or something a bit more abstract? Maybe a Scadenfreude-lite?

>>5544902
A magical girl.
Yes, I know what I'm asking for.

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>>5544912
no

>>5544902
An anomaly that's rarely ever in it's own cell, whether it's because it's talking with other anomalies or fucking with some of the employees.

>>5545797
They'd be ass for energy, because energy collectors are part of the containment units. The anomaly needs to be inside to harvest the most from works on them. I imagine there'd be a trade-off for that, perhaps?

>>5544902
>>5544902
A mirror. A book. A slot machine. Dat bitch overseer. The blue monkey Bonus if you get the second reference ;^). Jumangi. A changing painting you could fall into. Nuke. Siro back ;_;

>>5544912
I'll one up you with a
>Let's see a MANAGER, HELP! Drone Magical Girl
Do not crossdress the management, sir.

>>5544902
More seriously, let's see an anomaly that's more SCP in nature (ie. enduring, abstract, and/or requiring strangeass containment procedures) or an encounter with a sapient, humanoid anomaly outside of the "monster facility" setting (ex. WEIRD COOL MERCHANT).

>>5545853
>Let's see a MANAGER, HELP! Drone Magical Girl
Grab M2
Shove her into a magician's outfit courtesy of Star and Kor and the catalogs
Slightly unbutton the outfit around the chest area
Give her Star's spare cane
Have her do the classic anime wink and peace sign

Its as simple as that

>>5545853
1. Oversize cockroach monster or LC worker bee wearing a magical girl costume amuses me.
2. Enduring in the sense of "no resolution." Even after a realization of a PARADIGM, you're still dealing with the consequences or the same anomaly in the cell. Stories end, people don't.

>>5545808
Yes, but I do want an anomaly that's just a literal shit. If we kill it that determines how all the other anomalies it's interacted with look at us. QM can come up with positives.

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>>5545860
>>5545861
Anon, that's just cosplaying. See pic related.

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>Monifa: feel free to Experiment with Oasis for the Heart whenever you're ready.
First thing's first is to deal with what a certain sandstorm left behind. Monifa holds onto the cloak tightly, safely hidden away from (most) prying eyes in the Secure Storage room.

You swear for a moment, you heard her whimper. She composes herself quickly and slips the coat on. She takes her time to avoid cutting herself on the razor sharp feathers.

And not a moment later, she lifts up into the air, hovering a solid foot above the ground. You don't blame her for instantly slamming into a wall out of panic.

[HOPELESS WRECK] SNRK.

She quickly recovers from her little panic fit and, with some hesitation, pushes herself away from the wall. With every movement, you can see her arms raising up and down. Almost reminds you of flapping wings.

Given that she's in an enclosed storage room, she only has so much space to fly in. Yet she practices as much as she can, fluttering around at a steady and slow pace.

You can't quite make out what her facial expression is. It's not exactly glee but it's somewhere in that ballpark. Well, anything is better than her lingering with her thoughts, you suppose.

Fly, fly, fly away. Leave behind everything binding you down.

"If only I could." A bitter chuckle almost gets lost in the fluttering. "That's not how the world is. But I can try."

Let nothing restrict you. Be the master of the winds of destiny.

She slowly drifts backwards, looking around for the source of something. She shakes her head. "Ah. Now that, I can d- WOAH-"

She accidently drifts into a shelf, causing a variety of unused (for now) weapons to fall off it and onto her. At least, that would be the case if a gust of wind didn't blow them away from her.

Monifa holds still, stopping her fluttering. She looks towards the camera with a nervous smile. "S-sorry. Hard to fly when, uh, you're not used to it."

[DYING LIGHT] A few weapons scattered about doesn't matter. As long as she enjoys herself, no?
[BOUND BY DUTY] Knowledge on the new PARADGIM is the more important thing here.

She slowly flutters to the ground after a bit of struggle. She proceeds to take it off and place it next to the other PARADIGMs before moving to clean up the mess.

>ASPECT REVEALED
>FREEDOM (Grants the user the ability of flight. Small objects that fell near the user were deflected away, offers physical protection?)

WORKING NOTES - M
-I could hear her voice still. Like it was trying to...bond with me? I know AFYN has left a presence on others, innate trait of exposure?
-It protects, surrounds. It doesn't want anything stopping the wearer.
-Standing still felt bizarre, unnatural. Negative side effect? Needed to move. Might hurt positioning.
-Feathers might prove a useful offensive tool. Though I don't want to know what happens if I accidently bumped into someone.
-It was honestly kinda fun swimming (well, flying) in the air.

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>M2, Talon, L, Maid: Collect all that anomalous sand in the halls.
>Cluwne, distract the Agent while the sand is being collected.
"Holy shit." Lily wipes the drool from her mouth when she sees all of the extract laying around everywhere. M2 isn't too far behind, while Talon simply prepares the bags.

The violent squeak of a clown horn drags away the vantablack clad Agent, who puts up her notepad to investigate the noise.

[HOPELESS WRECK] A CLUWNE HORN DEMANDS ATTENTION. YOU ALMOST CHECKED UP ON HIM TOO.

Due to the maid being more akin to a tool, you assign her as well to speed up the cleanup effort. The four quickly begin their work on collecting the anomalous sand. And they need all the help they can get, given the sand reaches up to their ankles.

M2's eye twitches when she sees the android but she keeps up that customer winning smile and keeps working on it.

The sand seems to even assist them, swirling into the bags somewhat by itself. So before fifteen minutes have passed, the hallway's (relatively) clean.

>+14 Sand Vials worth of Sand has been collected!

>W: Observe B-Company Agent with OWB, as well as to recover from earlier damage. Do NOT let them enter Secure Storage!
You were tempted to use Arthur or to keep Celanine on it, but you have plans for them. That and there is that negative effect on their work ethic.

[BOUND BY DUTY] Or the chance of said effect lingering on them through prolonged exposure. Laziness begets disaster.

The interaction is very curt and brief, neither looking each other in the eye. Employee W fades from your cameras while Celanine heads down the hallway.

The Agent looks behind herself after she's done being distracted by the cluwne. "An interesting mind game. I will find out who's following me eventually."

[HOPELESS WRECK] HA. GOOD LUCK BITCH, WE KEEP CHANGING THEM EVERY HOUR.

>Accounting Dept: Q, Q2, and K/Kate - Tax Reduction Duty
"TECHNICALLY, DO THEY EVEN 'OWN' SUNSET AS PER ARTICLE 15 SECTION ZETA-7, 'ANOMALY OWNERSHIP'?" Q2 chitters, scribbling violently onto a sheet of paper.

"While they owned it in their facility, technically we own them right now." Kate dryly responds.

"Right. This means our energy collectors are the ones collecting it." Q responds. Emotion keeps trickling in his voice, unlike his fellow drone worker. "While easily paid off by collecting energy..."

"WE STILL PAY TO OPERATE IT. ERGO, THAT CAN TECHNICALLY BE CONSIDERED A 'TAX'. ERGO, WE CAN ARGUE THEIR CURRENT TAX IS TOO MUCH."

"File it underneath the 74 page document asking what an 'anomaly' is, as authored by S2 and O2." Kate points her pen at the bulky file.

[BOUND BY DUTY] Good job, everyone. Good job.
[DYING LIGHT] You can't quite tell if that's fear of or pride for them you feel.
[HOPELESS WRECK] y-yes. I MEAN, YES.

"WHAT ABOUT THE 127 PAGE DOCUMENT ABOUT TAXATION HISTORY? I BELIEVE THAT ONE IS MORE CONVINCING." Q2 crosses his arms before going back to work.

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>S2, I, D-W01FY, D-C45P: S2 to be damaged by D-W01FY and D-C45P, physically and mentally. Go in harder on mental damage than physical damage. I is to escort the two D-Class back after, and S2 go to Medbay or B after.
Annnd already, S2 is curled up on the floor. It's not even been two minutes. W01FY is standing there in slight disbelief while C45P is just smacking him with a wrench. Isabelle just watches on in disgust.

"Bad salesman. I do not want to give kromer. No one wishes to give kromer." C45P emotionlessly drones.

"I just said his products suck." W01FY shrugged. "I mean, Bill had to spend how long fixing the sword? Waste of mo-"

"[Do you understand?!] THAT THIS IS [Liberal]? I'LL SUE YOU UNTIL [Fire Fire Pants on Fire!] OVER THERE GETS HIS [Donkey] TAKEN BY THE COURT!!!" S2 whines, especially after another whack to the head.

Granted, with how little it seems to be doing to his reinforced body, you'd assume it's more to insult and demean him than anything.

"I already have to deal with enough schizophrenics in that fucking dorm room." D-W01FY stomps his foot on the android's shoulder. "No, I won't buy your 'art tablet'. It was literally just a sheet of paper."

"NO! THAT'S A LIE, LIE! LOOK AT MY NOSE. LOOK AT HOW [smol] IT IS!" It's actually quite big. "[Smell those burning hot discounts]? NO? HUH?! HUH!?!?!?"

"Shut up. There's a reason why no one responds to your calls on the landline." C45P smacks him on the head one more time with the wrench. W01FY, almost out of obligation, grabs the saw and quickly slashes across the areas already hit by C45P.

S2 is one tough motherfucker now thanks to his upgrade. While still damaging, the slashes aren't nearly as bad as what Opal took.

"Alright, few more whacks, C45P, and you're done." She proceeds to shove the wrench into the gashes, forcing them open as wide as they can go. Which isn't much.

"Good work." Isabelle tries her best to ignore the whimpering. "Now, you two go back into your cell. Shoo, shoo."

The D-Class are then escorted back to where you store the D-Class while the disgraced salesman gets himself up and slowly proceeds over to the medbay.

>B, E, S: Fix up the androids according to who is most physically damaged. Lot of robo-pain before the day is out
>G2: Lots of androids getting feelings hurt. Help in medbay as usual
Not like he's the only one, though. While W is busy (and being healed by OWB) with the Agent, Opal is also being repaired.

Bill wipes away the sweat from his bro, a wild grin covering his face. "Heh. Maybe I can wear one of those nurse outfits too if this is common, eh?"

"Please stop." "U-uh, sure." Emily and Seneca mutter. While not exactly a mechanic, Seneca tries her best to assist while Emily (being an android herself) helps where she can.

Meanwhile, Presley is muttering to himself, tied to a chair by the BLESSED CHAINS. Grant is sitting there in front of him.

Grant rubs the bridge of his nose. "And all because of a single work order?"

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Presley's muttering stops as he looks up at Grant. The older man clasps his hands together. "Think about it. Do you want to let it win? To drag you into the pits of hell? Or do you want to challenge it?"

"...challenge."

"And what do you need to challenge it?"

"..." Presley looks away. The chains glow for a moment more before a violent, full body shiver floods through his metallic chassis. "Well, I guess by thinking and talking like a sane person."

>Presley's sanity, while still fractured, has been somewhat restored.

"There we go." Grant flashes a rare smile. "Now, feel free to talk as much as you want to."

The two spend the rest of their time until the next client chattering about Presley's mental state. You can't focus on every tiny detail so you check up on the next android.

>T2: Use Flesh Idol
>Majorly harm an android via Judgement testing
Another android to send off to repairs, once all is said and done. The bulky build android grabs a hold of the metal cross with a quaint expression. The scales are in the background, a faint glowing computer chip resting on a scale.

"Asked to use this. Clearly unusual. Other androids have been injured very frequently."

"Causes seen: Anomaly, such as Presley. Bane, such as the spam bot. Beatings, such as the spam bot again and Opal. Unknown cause for the others..."

Employee T2 raises it up into the air, humming a silent prayer to herself. Smoke leaks out of her head as the idol glows a bright white, laced with teal. "Ah. I see now." She drops the cross like it's white hot not even a moment later.

The smoke quickly turns pink as it keeps flooding out of her head. With a stumbling gait, she slowly makes her way towards the medbay.

[HOPELESS WRECK] WEIRD. IT DID BOOST THE DAMAGE BUT WHAT THE HELL DOES PINK HAVE TO DO WITH IT?

>Flesh Idol seems to be looping results now. May only have four results possible?

Benedict and Cloud seem to be targets again. The former is still recovering from the long-term effects of whatever being an anomaly did to him but he's walking around the medbay and checking it out just fine. His posture is still unsteady and he's still gaunt but otherwise, not too bad.

Cloud is sitting up, rubbing his head. Still bedbound but he has the energy to actually move instead of staring at the ceiling.

The third one? You watch with some curiosity as Opal and Spamton are both healed at the same time. You would think the limit was four but on closer examination? The anomalous wielding on Spamton looks remarkably shitty. Just enough to keep him going but easily broken.

Opal gets a few more touch ups that weren't from Bill but that's about it.

>WHITE LIGHT: If there are two similarly damaged employees who could be in the three selected, both will be minorly healed.