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"Not really C455. I'm missing Rachel. Also I've been trying to cut out woman and drugs." The decontamination procedure ends, allowing you to twist and remove the helmet. You know C455 can still hear you from the facility bugs, even if she can't really reply now. "Which makes me realise I don't deserve my wife and disapearing might be for the best." You actually mope, for once in your life. Hesitating before you unzip and unfasten the numerous seals and zippers keeping you in your suit.

But a random unimportant group of chemistry staff come round the corner, heading back to work from a pissbreak with their helmets of their hazmat space suits slung under their arms. You manage to muster up a grin and swagger as you pass.

> Check up on DEMO while you're down here.

> Maybe you should see Jerry and Maxi

> Hey isn't that the security guard who talked shit over the radio?

> Write-In
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Go see Jerry and Maxi
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Shill stuff:

Tw: @StarbornQ
Cs: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1csg7vC-Yz10aAqk9ZwdCNv24obLGTtM5p6bKkPq1Pgc/edit#heading=h.74gk3dg6mvjp
Discord Invite: https://discord.gg/xM2aCYq

Starborn Thread 0: https://yuki.la/qst/486356
Starborn Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Starborn
Cabin Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Cabin
What Came Next Archive:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=what+came+next
Lewd Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/u/StarbornOP

TLDR: I work in TV right now. Our Newsreader has an existing condition. Her bones lock up, which is as much agony as you'd imagine. As I was first responder/ only cunt who noticed I was charged with; Reporting to the floor manager, getting her health info sheet for the Paramedics,retrieving the hot water bottle from reception which relieves some of the pain and then waiting with her until paramedics arrived 40 minutes later.

We lost around 2-3 hours of time which made me 2-3 hours late home. I had planned on running for 4 hours, so after shower and dinner I just didn't have time. I'm very sorry, but she was out of hospital and home around and hour after my discord buddy posted why I wouldn't be continuing after morphine and treatment.

Shit's stressful yo. But I have a good idea for an OC Stable monster for next year.

Now: Pic Related.
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Can't wait to see what monster will be coming out next, and whom whey will be slaughtering and/or feasting on.
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>>1029938
Alright, first
>Check in on DEMO

Second, we are glad you even run such a quality quest for us Star. We understand that you have IRL stuff that you need to take care of, and we support you in doing that.
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Oooh, I got it live

Let's go see Jerry and Maxi. This can only go well, and by 'well' I mean 'amusingly'
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>>1029938
>Check on the demo
Also damn man, if she doin' okay now?
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>>1030054
>>1030051
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>>1029937
>>1030092

The ties. They burn.

Also Yellowanon she's good.
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>>1029919
> HARRY
I'm assuming checking Intel starts the ritual
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>>1030119
tie breaker has been requested, voting for
> Check up on DEMO while you're down here.

i have no idea what im doing people that actually play here
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>>1029919
Check demo
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>>1030194

No it doesn't. I plainly label those options.

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>>1030198

You figure that while you're down here you should probably check up on Demo and HARRY. Especially since when you last talked he was crazier than normal. Which means he couldn't even say, "Explosion."

It is a long and winding road to Demo, one which you have actually never taken because you weren't anything but scared of the man who's name is all caps. But he's been a surprisingly steady hand throughout everything this year. Exploding things IS good for stress like he said and he becomes lucid in the hour or so after using incendiary explosives.

You come to the reinforced vault door decorated with crisscrossing and blotched burn marks. This would probably make a great metal album cover, a man in dress shirt and pants knocking on wartorn vault.

That steadies your hand and confidence, so you politely knock as if you're a god damn girl scout.

THUNK

THUNK

THUNK THUNK THUNK

THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK

THUNK THUNK

Your knuckles hurt but that was worth it.

The door swings outward rapidly and you throw yourself to the ground, letting the metal death swing out and into a wall with an earth shattering THOOM which cracks the wall and rattles your fillings in their homes.

Standing in front of you is... a teenage woman. With blonde hair and a skull mask hanging on her hip. Maybe it's a style thing? Hell if you know.

"Oh hey boss. Totes good to see you riggidy-rek captain cumshot in chemistry. She kind of smirks to herself. Heh, alliteration. What can Betty Boom do for your bitchin' booty"

"Uhm...." you stammer.

> Can I come in?

> HARRY there?

> Just checking in, Demo all good?

> Write-In
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>>1030268
>Remember what happened last time we fucked someone from Demo.
>HARRY there?
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>>1030268
>> Just checking in, Demo all good?
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>>1030268
>Harry there
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>>1030268
> where's HARRY?
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>>1030268
This a continue of the last game?
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>>1030336
Yep
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>>1030288

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ekac8_THAE

"So uh. Where's HARRY?" you ask about as smoothly as sandpaper on a dirt road.

"Hold up, I'll check. She reassures before turning and screaming, "Yo Hubby! Hottie at the door for ya!" You think you see the vastness of the infinite abyss at hearing the word Hubbie used to describe HARRY. You're 90% sure C455 had to send a ressusitation team for you as your heart skips seven beats in a row. You snap back to reality vowing that on your very short lists of women not to bang, that this woman is the top. For you are James Henderson and you shall not bang your bro's babe. Again. For reals.

Also she's from demo. You don't want IED all up in your boxers.

"I AM ON MY WAY HONEYBUN!" Comes the reply from somewhere.

"He's on his way." She says as close to sweetly as her voice can get.

"So you're with HARRY?" You say trying to make conversation.

"For rizzle. I was all tryin' to get him all up in your bizniz but then you was all - no homo about it and shit. So I decided to switch and flip it and threw some of my badonkadonks at 'im." She sighed dreamily like a teenager talking about a boyband. "thrre hours later my chooch is oozing blood and semen and I iz already hearing the wedding bells."

"Sounds romantic." You lamely quip.

"For real. Coulda been my fire alarm though. My bedroom has like A BAJILLION landmines under Princess Fluffykin's kingdom of fuzz." She looks thoughtful, tpping her hand against the skull mask.

"Ah James! It is good to see you! This is my wife BETTY BOOM!" He introduces you. "She has more gunpowder in her lungs than I have thrown grenades! But no matter how can we help you friend! Would you like some accelerant?"

"Yo I'm a certified Bad-ass. Blew up my first bandit at thirteen and made a little song." She takes a deep breath and you know she's about to sing, HARRY looks on in absolute smitten glee as the first words come out.

> I should go

> You are perfect for each other

> Don't take this the wrong way. But she scares me

> Write-In
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>>1030381
>Don't take this the wrong way. But she scares me
and interrupt him when he goes to brag or protest
> You are perfect for each other
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>>1030390
Second.
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>>1030381
>> You are perfect for each other
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>>1030381
Sure >>1030390

Hope he doesn't get to distracted today
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>>1030423

This could work.
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>>1030435
Here's the thing though, if we catch the little bastard messing up on purpose we can do so much worse than just kill him.

For instance, I wonder if there's an open spot in the Zoo for another serial killer.
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>>1030381
>Congratulate Mr. Torgue for his copulation with adultified Tiny Tina. Explain that while demo has been on point in the past we just wanted to offer a warning to keep sharp so as to avoid any bullshit this year. Because seriously fuck that.
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>>1030468
I bet the pens could always use another manure scrapper.
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>>1030472
This +2 my dude
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>>1030480
SEXUAL SLAVERY
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I just lost a massive post.

Fucking Computer is a dick today.

Re-writing.
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>>1030699
Brütäl
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>>1030667

"Now don't take this the wrong way. But she scares the shit out of me HARRY." You begin. Betty goes to protest but HARRY cuts her off so you can finish, "Which make her perfect for you!" You grin and pull him into a bone breaking hug. "My man! I'm pissed about no wedding invite; but good job. Pulling a piece of ass like Betty? A solid 8/10 Blonde? Damn!" You laugh as best you can when having your spine broken by HARRY's scary strength. The couple have grins as wide as the gulf in their attractiveness.

They laugh with you for a while, Betty eyeing you appreciatively and warmly while HARRY looks... relieved? that you approve. Huh he really values your friendship doesn't he?

He puts you down and you go full professional once you can breathe again. "But seriously you two. No fucking around. Demo has a 100% track record and I don't want to lose that because you're too busy consumating your marriage on a bed of C4." They give you rapt attention but can't help but protest.

"Naw we'd use napalm cannisters." Betty says before HARRY begins ranting.

"Anybody who dares think that I would not do my duty as an artist and give less than 130% to my position as a provocateur of chaos and destruction! Even after... wha.... happened to Madrid." HARRY looks as if he's just remembered what happened to Spain and realized he will not be able to send WMDs to Spanish population centres.

"Don't you worry Thundercock!" Betty intervenes, before miming her following rant, "We gon jizz all over these bitches' faces like SKEET SKEET BOOM BAM BOOM and then we gon get crunk; then we gon fuck!" She does a touch down and celebration at the conclusion of her little routine and kicks HARRY's shin.

"EXPLOSIONS!" He adds out of the blue and after some hesitation.

"...Right.... stay safe you two. Don't do anything I wouldn't." You smile and wave and the two begin the process of resealing the most volatile part of the facility. Probably moreso than the Stable.

> Call Intel on cell on way up

> Visit Intel

> Head to Lobby (Roll Disaster/Game Start)

> Write-In
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>>1030699
NOT
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DANK
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>>1030759
> Call Intel on cell on way up
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>>1030759
VISIT Intel
Also reffer to his wife as Tiny Tina for the rest of the game please
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>>1030770
You wanna fightabadet
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>>1030786

Sorry but No. She's not Tiny Tina.

Even though some characters are based on others (HARRY and Betty especially) I changed shit. Like notice how HARRY only shouts his name and some things.
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>>1030805
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>>1030786
Seconded. Especially the Tiny Tina bit.
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>>1030816
>>1030805
Forgot pic
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>>1030805
Unseconded, then. Woo delays.
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>>1030833
Well we should still go there
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>>1030759
>Visit Intel
Administer pre-game headpats.
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>>1030759
>Visit Intel
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>>1030889
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>>1030770

Going to bed now, but tomorrow afternoon/evening GMT we'll be visiting intel.
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>>1031003
Night my dude
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You stay on the same floor, just passing through several security checkpoints with reinforced sealable hatches and scanners to detect metal, explosives and liquids.

You exchange waves and chuckles with everyone. But behind your back you can sense irritation from the delays to the betting, but you're going to make sure everything's in order damnit and that's what you'll -

You open the fancy, ribbon laced door into another world, one world of frill, lace, pomp, fanciness and colour. you have stepped right into an office, populated entirely by maids and butlers. Intel officers with raibow coloured hair that defies gravity, the men dressed to the nines in sharp tuxedos with formal glasses (with or without lenses) you are actually taken aback.

Jerry, is... not fat. Not even hefty. He's fit. He's in a tux. He's smiling. He's swaggering! What has Maxi done?!

"Hey James. Welcome to Maxi's Maid and butler Intelligence service." He says with a shit eating grin you don't often see outside of reflections. "I imagine you want to see Madame?"

He claps his hands. Everyone looking up for a second before hastily going back to work. You hear mumurs and nudges but, they only steal a few glances at you, when you look to the back of the room - towards a glass walled off office when it's door opens with a slam.

Composed, almost regal. Maxi appears, gone is the hoody and cap of yesteryear; the hacker chic she seemed so at home is. Now there is a maid unform clinging to her rather generous and well endowed form. She might not have much of an ass; but the legs and tits on her - you rapidly remind yourself she's 20. THis is a twenty year old girl dressed in a fetish costume as if it is some fancy thing that she should wear to black tie events.

"Ho boy." You say as she marches down the isles, heads snapping back towards their desks so swiftly you think you hear a neck snap. Maxi radiates the power of a dictator.

"Yeah. Not sure everyone's enjoying the new intel as much as I am. It's nice being in shape again." Jerry says as he pats you on the back.

Suddenly you are hit with 110 pounds of twenty year old hacker as she screams and tackles you into the chest, "James-Sama! Where is little Ronan-Kun? Oh my gosh you showed that Chem creep who's boss. Do you want me to ruin him?" She says in a blur that you can't keep up with.

> What are you wearing?

> I didn't bring my son to work.

> How are you?

> Aren't I suposed to be Senpai?

> How's Intel

> Write-In
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>>1032231
>I didn't, and don't, bring my son to work.
>How are you?
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>>1032231
>> How are you?
and who are you and hwar have youdone with the girl i had last year?
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>>1032231
>> I didn't bring my son to work.
>> How are you?
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> I didn't bring my son to work.

> How are you?
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>>1032231
> I didn't bring my son to work.

> How are you?
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You laugh, "who are you and what have you done with the girl I hired last year?" You joke picking the light girl up and spinning her slightly much to her embarressment. "Now how are you?" You ask once she's stopped blushing and biting her lip.

"I'm so excited to get to work! I got everything triple backed up and physical copies stored in secret by both Jerry and I. I don't know where his are and vice versa!" She beams like a child.

You run your hand through her carefully maintained hair, messing it up and grinning. Her pasison is infectious. You turn your head while she pouts and tries to fix it, "How about you Jerry?"

"I think this demotion was the best thing to happen to me. And this little lady is the best pupil I could ask for. Despite the uh-" He kind of waves his arm at the whole rennovations.

"Well you guys seem to have things in order so keep up the good work." You say, feeling a lot better as you walk out. "Keep it up, I'm counting on you." You give 'em the finger guns, but before you close the door you hear.

"Why didn't he try anything!" Moaned to Jerry.

"He's trying to stay faithful now-" Jerry begins.

Well. You think a twenty year old just tried to seduce you with a fetish costume. And you're unable to picture a worse hell than sticking your dick in the hacker lady with a previous for mental instability and stalking.

Well you could bang Betty and risk HARRY's wrath. Or a lady in chem. Holy shit is this place a landmine for someone like you.

> Lobby to start the betting (Roll for disaster + anons place bets)

> Write-In
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>>1032284
>Lobby
Also can I put an early vote to go for the maid if we have to decide who to bang
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Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1032306
Also rollllllllll
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>>1032284

The bet?
Or right...
As is fashion with this intel...
91!
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Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1032284
>> Lobby to start the betting (Roll for disaster + anons place bets)
a mermaan
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>>1032306
>Bang the yandere
Sounds like a GREAT idea, how could this go wrong!
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Grabbing some dinner time.

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>>1032306

Roll me a 1d20 for disaster. Quote this post, second roll only.
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1032328
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1032328

Oi!
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>>1032379

Is that a good or bad roll?

Certainly an interesting one, at least.
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>>1032384

How fucked do you think you are is the real question.
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>>1032386
17 out of 20?
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>>1032386

2/20

Buttfucjed without the lube
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>>1032433

> The HQ blows up, thank you for playing Cabin Control Quest
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>>1032439

DISASTER LOCKED IN

You head to elevator sixteen, scanning your card and heading up four floors to a lobby filled with more people than you honestly thought worked in the facility. Each department has kept to their cliques, but the only absenses seem to be Demo; though Betty stands proudly amongst some security guys clucthing the list of bets and a wad of cash displayed prominently in her cleavage. You guess she's a trusted figure in that crazy fucking department.

"My minions!" You say as you step out of the elevator. Revelling as countless pairs of eyes lock on you, green, brown, blue, hazel, and a pair pinky white eyes you meet with your own gaze for a moment. "We are humanity's first, last and only line of defense. We are Site USA." You walk as they part for you like the biblical level of awesome you are, "I am you master of ceremonies, monster and director of operations for this evening. James. Fucking Henderson." Muttering and some applause. You begin ascending some stairs before the giant betting board, claiming a pen from Susan with a smile, "Now everyone saw what happened to the last fuck who questioned my competance for this position, everyone else has enough sense to know I'm the best in the world at what I do." You run your hands through your hairs, "So let's do our jobs well, but let's make some fucking money!" You finish to a roar of cheering an applause.

Please place bets for control room. 3 bets will be taken first come first serve. Stable link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1EhlgzrYdfPxiTvY87Shw85cUzbz-MIOJz5nnydOAk28/edit Post a number and then what it is. Like "100 - anon choice" Wrong formatted bets will not be taken.
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We have 36 minutes before I leave to DM some D&D.

So probably no more updates tonight depending on how long tonight's D&D takes. Keep an eye on the twatter.
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>>1032453
>>1032455

91!
Because I fucked us all.
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>>1032453

" 69 Mermaids"
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>>1032462

Or...
"91 - Kitsune"

... that's correct, yes?
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>>1032463
>>1032464

Two locked in.
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>>1032463

69 is Fae though.

Fae and Kitsune locked in.
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>>1032467

Woops
Oh well
There getting fucked ether way
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>>1032453
"86 - The Four Horsemen"

Assuming that anon who seemed to want to vote for mermaids doesn't want to change his vote to a proper format?
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Rolled 4 (1d6)

Correcting my vote. 52-Xenomorph
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>>1032495
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>>1032462

D&D finished.

We have:

91- Kitsune
69- Fae
52- Xenomorphs

Sound good?

Will write in about 30 minutes once home. Gotta piss and stuff first.
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>>1033052
I kinda hope we don't get fae, seems like it could be hard to control. The Xeno on the other hand, those things are easy to tame. You just have a can of compressed gas you can blast them with like you would a dog with a spray bottle. There's no way that can go wrong.
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>>1033144

You know it's possible none of these get chosen right? These are just the ones that James, Henson and Susan have bet on.
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>>1033151
Yeah I know.
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You place the bets for yourself and Henson with a smile. Hopefully you get to see some Old Testament murder. Henson seems to be feeling fairy dusty, but Susan - or Lady Luck as some have taken to calling her felt Ridley Scott's babies were coming out to play.

Matt sends you a text as you're mingling; "Targets on move. Sorry no call - Eagle One's got a bitch of a cold Bird Daddy. :( "

You text back, "Once they reach The Harbinger turn in. You're due a break and nobody wants to work sick. Rest up Eagle Eyes." As you thumb type the text you stroll up the stairs towards the lift. You have around six hours, since they're coming by passenger coach from the airport a state over.

> See tonight's lucky contestants (Progess)

> Wait, I need to talk to someone

> Write-In
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>>1033254

>> See tonight's lucky contestants (Progress)

Honestly, I'm pulling for something more....animalistic and predatory for this one. I want to see these kids being hunted by something without human-level (or near-human) intelligence.
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>>1033254
> progress
Let's see the lineup

>>1033259
You wanna set HARRY on them?
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Quiet tonight eh boys? 30 odd minutes until I need to sleep, so I'm going to write progress if there's no more votes by 12:45
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>Progress
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>>1033259

"Hey Maxi. It's James." You say into the phone. Could you give Henson and I the sacrifices' info on conference? C455 has probably...

"Hello?" Henson asks.

"Already has conferenced us up. Give us what we're working with."

THE VIRGIN

"Mary, of St Mary's Catholic Education Centre Dallas. She's your typical sheltered daddy's little princess heiress. But get this, she's got a bleeding heart of compassion which led her to befriending our WHORE."

Skill: Bleeding Heart, will go out of her way to help any injured, upset or angry sacrifice.

> WHORE

> SCHOLAR

> ATHLETE

> FOOL
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> WHORE
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>>1033349

> WHORE

> ATHLETE

> FOOL

> SCHOLAR

In that order
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>>1033349
> WHORE
Are we voting for exposition order? Does it fucking matter?
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>>1033366
This
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Also, what happened to guessing who was what? Is maxi pad just that much better than big Jerry?
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>>1033353

Not gonna lie. No idea why I made that a vote. I blame tiredness.

"This guy gives me the creeps but he's our whore. Apparently he was in some band that made it big five years ago and since then he's been embarking on a quest of lewdness that even C455 would blush at." Maxi says.

"Did you just call me a slut?" C455 demanded.

"No. Are you denying you enjoy erotica, pornography and sexual antics now?"

"Fine you got me." The hologram grumbled.

THE WHORE

"Xeli Beelzebub, formerly Anthony Julian Maxwell. He's a death metal freak through and through but he does have one thing we need to watch out for."

SKILL: DISGUISE KIT: Xeli's abundance of makeup and his mastery of it is downright frightening. His androgynous face and this skill allows him to disguise himself or others effectively
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>>1033383

The guessing part was because Intel got fucked.
It was the disaster.
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"Here's where things get hard. I don't have as much on this dude."

????????

"James Hunter. A suspected Alias appeared in the high schoool system four years ago. I think he's in witness protection or an expat under intelligence protection. But Jerry assures me the files we have from these organizations are correct and up to date." You hear her sigh, "From the looks of this job's quality and deduction from our lack of evidence he was re-appeared or fabricated by someone acting on their own. Someone frighteningly capable. Since then he's kept his head down. Besides befriending THE VIRGIN in Church he has no associates beyond his landlord."

SKILL ??????
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>>1033400
Oh no!
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THE ATHLETE/ THE SCHOLAR

"Even though it's only League. THis chick is a popular Pro on the circuit." Maxi groans. "She's big on the marketing trends of game development across continents though and did a dissertation on the subject that was published in Korean and English in the US and Seoul." You hear her sigh, "I watched her streams as research and she's a pair of breasts making uguu noises and playing games for donations. I mean, she doesn't even play a good MOBA and hasn't heard of the revenge of the missile nipples of lactation lagoon! She's not even a real nerd James-Sama this is bullshit!" She squeaks and runs away forcing Jerry to take over.

"She does know her swearing didn't offend me or piss me off right?"

"Yeah, yeah I'll tell her." He says non-commitally, "So deal is we go back and forth on Athlete or Scholar every ten minutes. We've had everyone playing Devil's advocate on this and got no closer. But we know she's got this creepy accurate memory thing."

Skill: Photographic/ Endemic Memory - Bitch be like an elephant yo."

"C455 did you just impersonate Jerry's voice?" You say.

"Maybe." She replies.

"Cool." You asess.
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"Finally we have Lisa. She's um. Okay hold on one second I got to cross check this." You hear the tapping of keyboard before a name is shouted. Voices mutter back and forth.

"Odds they fucked up?" You say to Henson.

"I'm thinking this is Maxi listing how she'd stalk and kill this one." He replies.

"Nah I think one of their maids misplaced their titty mag in an important document.Because Maxi is ordering an employee out of her cubicle for punishment." The AI says with... ill contained lust.

"Okay, so now that we've moved the porn out of the file and found the actual file; looks like either fool or athlete to me."

FOOL/ATHLETE

"An Orphan who took up Boxing to let out her Anger problems Lisa is tough, fit and frighteningly disciplined. A dangerous combinaiton, especially when she set out to get money. A series of muggings and drug charges put a damper on her burgeoning boxing career just as she was hitting her stride at state level."

SKILL: The Will of Fire. Can take more physical, psychological damage, also can resist posession or other will effects.
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That settles us for tonight as it's time to sleep (1:30AM with college tomorrow.)

Thoughts on our cast?

Excited for continuation tomorrow night?

Let me know here, twatter or on discord.

Love ya faces.
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>>1033442
Looks like a dangerous crew. Given that there appears to be someone undermining our efforts I'm worried about Mr mysterious. If he is a plant all he has to do is off someone, or himself, before the whore and then we are fucked.
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>>1033478
>>1033442
I don't trust any of them... Aside from the whore... He look cool
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>>1033442
What was the disaster specifically?
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>>1033947
My guess is Intel (minor)
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>>1033956

What if it's not Intel...
But it's the Sacrifice?

What was that about people knowing what's going on?
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Be writing in like 2-3 hours.

Just home from work and got to y'know. Eat, walk doggo, buy doggo food and other fun stuff.

Also QM curse struck not long after last pause. So had a fun day,
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>>1035209
Can't wait, I really love this quest evey if I usually can't make it on time. Keep doing what you do.
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>>1035318

G-guys... can we try to spare the Virgin in this one.

I dun want her to die. ;_:
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>>1034237
>>1033956
>>1033947
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>>1033478

With a tired smile. You return to control, taking your seat with all the enthusiasm of a Vietnam veteran sinking into his armchair.

But your intention to steal a few hours sleep while your sacrifices bus their way up to the grounds of your cabin in the woods is interrupted even as oyur eyelids slowly sink to their resting positions by your black mamba hologram - "James. Big problem." C455 says, worry seeping into her artificial voice.

You sit up on alert feeling your heart race, even in her fleshy dayd C45513 never got worried, "What?"

"We have an empty stall." C455 answers.

"What do you mean?" You ask stone faced, dreading the answer.

"There's nothing in unit #76755725. We have an empty stall in the stable." She repeats.

You think your vision blacks out for a second, your hands are clammy and you can't help but bite the inside of your gum praying for this all to be one of your recurring nightmares. But C45513 is scared. An emotion you definently share.

Disaster: TROLL IN THE DUNGEON

Note: May not be a troll

> PUSH THE YELLOW BUTTON

> SUSAN!

> Business as usual

> Write-In
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>>1035499
> SUSAN!
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>SUSAN!
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>>1035499

> FUCK!
...
I mean
> SUSAN!
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>>1035499
>SUSAN

>C455, find out what THE FUCK was supposed to be in that cell.
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>>1035499
God please be mermaids.
>C455, What the fuck was in that stall?!
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>>1035499
>SUSAN!
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>>1035911

You spin, eyes wide and hair in a state as you run your hands through it, shouting in panic. "SUSAN, STABLE ESCAPE!"

Her eyes widen but a strange calm falls over her face as she taps into a side of her you rarely see, "Security, we have a code thirty one. Get all Ritual personnel in their departments and prepare for lockdown. Sentries to be posted at the entrances to all departments. No drills people; MOVE!" She shouts.

"You gotta be kidding me." Henson groans.

She throws a key at you, which you catch quickly, not quite comprehending. "Open up the locker next to you where you keep your water and seal control behind me." She says to you.

"James. I don't know what got out. That means someone was in my memory banks. I have to run through a full year of cctv footage." She sighs through the speakers.

"Alpha Squad, all field medics are going to your care. Equip heavy weaponry for asset protection." Susan rattles off into the radio.

"If I do that you have no Tech for this ritual, but I'll be able to work out what or who we're up against... this stall could have been empty months ago for all I fucking know." Despite the anger she's apologetic.

"Hotel. Rendevouz with me outside control. We're going to track this thing down, all lethal, all heavy weaponry. I'm authorizing pulse, incendiary, plasma, whatever weaponry you all choose. Weapons are free."

You look over to Henson praying to his rosaries. Your phone vibrates with a text from Matt.

They're at Harbinger. Gray this year? Thought he worked security... anyway; Eagle is heading off to watch Game of Thrones on aspirin.

It's all falling apart again. But you need to stay strong. No panic attacks this yea.r This saboteur is going to regret fucking with James Fucking Henderson.


1 action per character

Henson:

> Reassure him you guys got this

> Joke

> Let Him pray

Susan

> Wish her luck

> Open Locker

> Press Yellow Button Early (Lock her in with you)

C45513

> Review those tapes

> Ignore it, we need you on ritual

James

> Write-In
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>>1035938
Henson:
> Reassure him you guys got this

Susan:
>Open Locker

C45513
>I don't need you too watch the full year, just hit the month where it is missing, then figure out the week and day. I *NEED* you to run Tech, it is what got us through these past two years.

James:
>Don't say anything other than your usual theatrical tone over the speakers. Specifically "Well people, it looks like we are going to have to run this year with the same discretion as the last two. We all know what happened in Spain last year, and we are going to damn well make sure that we do our usual level of quality. Do you know why? Because we are the goddamn best there is!" Then shift into a cold fury remembering Rachel.
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>>1035938
>Reassure him you guys got this. "They've tried to fuck us 3 years in a row, but it is WE who do the fucking."

Susan
>Open Lock. "Be careful."

C455Ie
>Review those tapes. "We'll rely on Demo, Intel and Chem this round."
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>>1035938
Henson
> Let him pray

Susan
> Open locker. "Good luck"

C45513
> Revie those tapes. "As soon as you find out what it is, and who set it loose, we need you back on tech.
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>>1035938
Henson:
> Reassure him you guys got this

Susan:
> Open Locker

C45513:
> Review those tapes
How much time before the sacrifices arrive to the cabin? What's C45513's processing power? I feel like doing this shouldn't take the entire ritual, or even half of it. Unless it's a trap.

James:
Suppress the oncoming panic attack. This is for Rachel.
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>>1036247
They've already met the Harbinger, so pretty soon.
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"C455 before you go look at those tapes I want every non security speaker and frequency. Tell me when." You say clamly as you open up the locker.

There nestle three weapons, two looking like the unholy lovechild of Mount Doom and a Raver. Whilst the other could very well be a plasma pistol straight from 1960s science fiction. You reverently reach in only to get a baton slapping down on your hands.

"I might let you defile me but not my babies." Susan snaps. She moves you aside and slides the plasma pistol into her sidearm holster, pressing the MAC10 nestled their previously into your hand.

"The fuck is all this?" You say in awe as your girlfriend loads up on the techno, obsidian weaponry.

"These boys are Black Ice and Grey Dawn. My sons." She kisses them. "If I see you after this maybe I'll tell you about myself beyond food, movies and music." She winks holding the two weapons like sawn off shotguns, leaning them onto her shoulders as she swaggers out of the control room.

Despite the terror of this situation... you can't help but be rock hard watching that pale ass leave. "Hey James. Hit that button asshole." Susan says as way of farewell, winking over her shoulder seductively.

You run over and punch the yellow button on your control desk, responding to half forgotten childhood terror you hoped to never experience again. "Good luck." you say as metal plates begin sliding into place and interlocking over the opening security far thicker and more extensive than Fort Knox sliding over that entrance she just walked out.

"Henson. They've tried to fuck us 3 years in a row, messing with C45513 means they left evidence, not we're going to fuck THEM." You say holding his praying hands in yours and making him look at you. "We're going to nail it this year. For everyone living and everyone dead."

"Eddie." He says resolve hardening.

"Kyle." You respond.

"Jude." He counters

"Rachel." You breathe.

You both pause and nod together. "We got this." You say.

"Because I am Clint fucking Henson and you are James. Fucking. Henderson." He says with a small, fearful smile.

You clap his shoulder and stand up to your full height. Striding over to your station. "C455." You command.

"Live mic." She says.

"Everybody. Welcome to our worst fears." You start with gravitas. "A stall is empty and security has been deployed. I hit the panic button. This is real, just as real as Spain was." The words linger in the air, somber and filled with the promise of sadness. "But we're not dying here. We will not go darkly into this good night, we will fear no evil, we will walk through the valley of the shadow of death and we will march right onward, do our motherfucking duty and do it well." You say with venom.

CONT
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"I know we are all here because we're the best. Not the Japs, nor the Germans or even the fucking Limeys can match us. We wont let them." You declare, "We've lost chem, intel and still suceeded. Now we've got a beastie at our door and we will still make it through." You sigh. "Look to the man or woman to your left. Now the right." The words resonate out throughout the facility.

Thomas turns to the man and woman he has handpicked to serve under him. Susan's squad all look to each other with trust. HARRY and Betty interlace their fingers. The stables rise in an exultative uproar as something alien attacks a speaker playing your voice.

"Trust in them. Look to yourself and trust in yourself. Lights up in thirty minutes. James Henderson, over and out." You finish and hear the click of C45513 turning off your mic. You adress the next words to her. "These bastards killed Rachel C45513. They fucked aorund inside your head and want to end the world." You spit. She hasn't seen you this angry in two years. "Find out what security are up against. Give them that intel then either come on ritual duty or find out who let it out." You run your hands through your hair before tossing an empty cofee mug towards a rare bare patch of floor. "I want their fucking heads C45513!" you order.

"ON IT" She replies snapping a serious salute.

"God Help us." You say as you settle into your chair and crack our knuckles.

"I thought you were already here." Henson says with a smile, testing what systems he still has acess to without C45513's assistance.

PAUSED FOR SLEEP

> Thoughts on Ritual so far please
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>>1036502

Nice. I like the way its going so far - excellently written. I don't want to go in without C45513 doing tech, tho...

She's an AI. She should either be powerful enough to figure out who did it quick, or we should have limited tech options without her - a door lock, for example, is not complicated. Faking a panicked phone call from your best friend is. Anything simple should still work. Likewise, with the facility on lockdown, any saboteur should not be able to do any real damage, and security should be able to find our escapee on security cameras. We might be able to just let screening the footage wait till after.

Or for that matter, our great, big, beautiful whiteboard we use for wagers has all those lovely monsters written on it. "Hey, C455, why don't you just look at the whiteboard for a comprehensive list of what we HAD, and check to see which monsters are remaining? That should let you find which one got out in about 6 seconds for an AI...."
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>>1036591

Henson is currently working out what he can and can't do.

Lockdown is very good for you against saboteurs but with all the options cameras might not be able to pick up what got out, the alternative is just as likely. I'm glad you're using your head like James would.

Re: Whiteboard

Because look at the number of the stable stall. There's massive amounts of monsters and those are only wrote up once someone puts the money down.

See the movie scene where the guy asks "Do we even have one of those?"
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>>1036610

Rewatch the movie, and a lot of those stalls appear to be part of the machinery that moves them around, not really stalls at all, but placeholders.

Likewise, in the betting scene those monsters were all prewritten and then people made their pick.
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>>1036502
Aww I missed it
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>>1036502
I remember Rachel and Eddie (old stable manager) but who are the other 2?

Also regarding Whiteboard, the beasties there are all pre written as you said. So people know what's where, that should at least help narrow it down
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>>1036610
Shouldn't the stables have a list of every stall and the relevant monster?
Also, couldn't C45513 just look at the earliest footage of the stall to figure out the monster that was there if the stables for some reason don't have something telling them what was in that cell?
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>>1037117

A government affiliated organisation should have a hard copy folder of the monster list.

They should be able to check and if they don't have it, that can help narrow down the list of people who tampered with or accessed the files and database listings.
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>>1036502
I think it's really exciting and fun.

[Spoiler]I just hope our albino mistress/waifu doesn't get hurt.[/spoiler]
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>>1037368
Hehe
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>>1038254
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>>1037117
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>>1036591

> TFW you posted via mobile to the last thread instead of this one.

Direct copy and paste even though I'm home and getting ready for football now.

In college right now.

The metal reason for stall weirdness is that we haven't rolles what's going into the cabin yet and I don't want my choice to be invalidated by dice gods.

In universe maybe its the same reason nobody in stable noticed its absense or reported it?

Re: anon not knowing the other names. Was reminding everyone these guys have worked here longer than we've been in James' head.
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>>1038714
> Direct copy and paste
> same spelling mistakes
Star doesn't give a fuck
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>>1038795

Star doesn't need to give a fuck, he hit on a qst goldmine here and we'll all keep coming back
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>>1038806
Seconded, this could be a boardgame it is so smooth
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Q: Is this autosaging? I thought it was 72 hours before it did but I saw elsewhere today it was a week so I'm confused.
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>>1039954
Yeah it's three days, it says in the sticky.



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