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You are James Fucking Henderson.

Father. Director. Survivor. Nutjob. Dead Man.

It has been a full year since Susan, your lover died. Despite being revealed as a traitor, it hurts. It hurts like a bitch. Surprisingly more than having to leave your actual wife and son behind to continue trying to savethis shitty world.

It's been a whole fucking year since the Xenomorphs were broken out under the direction of a shady group of conspirators, a group of conspirators with seemingly endless resources and competance.

With a year of acess to C45513's memory banks and surveillance footage, the records Maxi kept against organisaitonal policy and a whole lot of paranoia, you were able to make some headway.

> There is at least one metahuman traitor
> There is at least one psychic or magical traitor
> Incorrect or missing Personnel reports suggest traitor in intel
> Maintenance sabotage being constantly repaired suggests extensive infiltration of maintenance being matched by loyalists
> Dead Drop for Sue was dropped by someone wearing a Chem "Guest" Hazmat suit. Gender unknown less than 6ft tall
> Bomb provided to Hunter team DID have 10 second fuse instead of 30
> Gray used passes of Matt Phillips and Stable operator Alex Mitchell to release Xenos
> Loud noises in the month leading up to Xeno release, no suspicious activity on cams or change in onsite personnel
> Catering Staff have had two casualties from bullet wounds
> One traitor was in each squad on Outbreak day. Friendly Fire caused siz deaths
> Chem seems 100% Loyal
> The Predator's scan picked up on eight psychics on site not including you. There should have been six with you included.

But now you have to do you job.

If you can muster the willpower to get your ass out of bed.

Tw: @StarbornQ

Lewd Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/u/StarbornOP < IOU 1x JamesxMaxi Lewd
Cabin Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Cabin
The Stable: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1EhlgzrYdfPxiTvY87Shw85cUzbz-MIOJz5nnydOAk28/edit

Discord Invite: https://discord.gg/USPFgKa
Discord Commands: !!rank [StarbornQuest][CabinQuest][WCNQuest]
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Welcome to cabin control quest.

Here we take on the role of the control room from cabin in the woods. The stable is full, the gods have their popcorn and we got snuff to make.

> You do not control the threat

Instead you will be trying to guide him to kill in order of the ritual. The rules are that [THE WHORE] must die first and [THE VIRGIN] must either be a lone survivor or die last.

The gods like some titties so bonus points if the whore fucks someone or strips before dying.

> What do we control

We have 4 departments: Intelligence, Demolition, Technology and Chem.

Tech: Control all the shutting and locking of doors, lights and even the survivors phones!

Chem: Get people horny? Make people dumb? Make comfy survivors sleep? YA BOYS IN THE LAB GOTCHU!

Demo: Blow shit up? They arrive by boat? BOOM! Arrive by car, BLOW THE TUNNEL/BRIDGE! These guys aren't allowed to dirnk until the ritual is done for obvious reasons.

Intel: Gotta scout the survivors to know which order to kill them in. Plus know thy enemy.

> So what's the catch?

Every ritual has 1 disaster happen which we will roll for soon. Who knows what will happen?
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Standing up straight and donning the suit you've always wore, you throw the jacket over our shoulder and address your reflection,

"You're tough, sucessful, beautiful. You will svae this planet and look good doing so."

With a wink, you smirk and set off towards the control centre; hoping to meet up with Henson before anyone else sees you. This is your turf, you're the man. you're James -

You could be walking past the psychic ready to melt your brain, or the metahuman ready to rip you in half.

No.

Confidence. Swagger. Showmanship. You need to inspire confidence in all who pass you and you know exactly how you're going to do it.

Scanning your way onto the elevator that accesses the main control room, you notice a thumbprint scanner has also been installed. As tempting as it is to do something stupid you provide the print and soon enough -

"Jesus Christ of Nazareth has returned unto you!" You call with arms wide, hugging the room as you smug to a degree which most cannot comprehend.

Jess looks at you dumbfounded whilst Henson turns the page of his newspaper, "But you died!" Jess complains.

"Oh come un sweetie don't look too disapointed." You return, making to pet her head until she glares through to your soul.

> Let's get down to business, to defeat the teens [PROGRESS need disaster roll 1d20]

> Smokey, Smokey this is Almighty come in - [Contact DEMO]

> Hey, C45513, how you doin'

> Maxi? you're not in my room again are you?

> Write-In
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>>1478674
> Smokey, Smokey this is Almighty come in - [Contact DEMO]
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>>1478674
>> Maxi? you're not in my room again are you?
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>>1478791
>>1478757

always with the ties.
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>>1478674
> Hey, C45513, how you doin'

And its not getting better
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>>1478791
>>1478757
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>>1478892
Can we say something like hero's naver die
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>>1478892
I'll change my vote
>>1478791
To
> Hey, C45513, how you doin'
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>>1478921
>>1478887
>>1478914
>>1478791
>>1478757

Writing.
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>>1478757

"C45513! Talk to me!" You say in your best Joey impression,

"Sup dickbag." The hologram says from your desk, in one smooth motion you slide out a rolling chair from desk and ride it to your station.

"How you doin'" You offer her.

"God we're so old." She complains, her avatar scratching at holographic eyes.

"You all look like brats to me." Henson says as he slurps his cup of coffee.

"Huh, looks like gramps has given up on water only." C45513 notes

"What's the matter Henson? Struggling to stay awake?" You tease then frown, "I'm not boring am I?"

"Relax, your torture porn is still horrifying. You're still an ass." He says, "Five across..."

"Green lights across the board?" You ask C455 returning to business.

"Systems and Defences online Sir!" She salutes with her tongue out.

"Defences?" Henson frowns prompting Jess to chime in,

"James 'ad me set up some of me drones in key locations. Anyone tries to take C455 or this control room, they're roight fucked." She boasts.

"I still owe you one JEss." C45513 says with sincere warmth.

Huh, didn't know they were friends.

"Ciao" You both say at once.

> Jerry? Maxi? Anyone in Intel?

> Eagle One? You there [Progress 1d20 disaster]

> HARRY! HOW GOES IT?

> Write-In
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>>1479141

> HARRY! HOW GOES IT?
You ready to bring the boom ?
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>>1479141
>> Jerry? Maxi? Anyone in Intel?
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>>1479141
>> Jerry? Maxi? Anyone in Intel?
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"Jerry, Maxi?" you broach into the intercom after a few key presses, "Anyone alive in there?" Immediately you cringe at the turn of phrase.

The lights and beeps of the monitors are your only answer until Jerry pipes up, "Hey James." He sounds... even more awkward than usual, "Good to see you."

Pause.

"Ehm, everything's fine down here."

Pause.

"Reactor Leak?"

Pause.

"Really not even the Star Wars reference?" He bitches.

"Where's Maxi?" You deadpan.

"Officially she's undertaking a census of psionics and magical individuals in our department." He rattles off about as emotive as a fucking Borg.

"Uh huh. Now where is she?" You say letting a bit of fire build in your voice.

"She's in your bed. getting off." Jerry really sounds like he's tired of this. "Did you have to fuck her?"

No.

"Yes."You lie. "She really helped me get through a lot of stuff."

"Look we need her here to actually start work." Jerry admits and you hear him scracthing his cheek.

"I'll deal with it." You promise as you hang up.

> Call her

> Drag her to work naked if you have to

> Send Jess to go take her to work

> Write-In
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>>1479352
>> Call her
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>>1479352
> Drag her to work naked if you have to
She can have the bedsheet or someth I ng and a remot egg up her vag but get and be on work
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>>1479352
>> Drag her to work naked if you have to
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>>1479479
woops
double post plz ignore this one
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Surprising nobody. We have a tie.
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>>1479551
changing >>1479356
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>> Drag her to work naked if you have to
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>>1479486
>>1479479
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>>1479356

writing.
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>>1479564
>>1479486
>>1479479
>>1479445
>>1479356

apologies mafia got crazy.

You hang up the call and push away from the desk, smoothly dismounting your seat and walking up the three little steps as smooth as a caramel river.

Wait that wouldn't be smooth. Fuck.

"Entertain yourselves." You say to Jess and Henson.

"Oh no, whatever will we do without you." Henson says sarcastically as he fills out his crossword.

The lift down to your new domicile is quiet, most of the employees making their way to the lobby in order to get there bets in. You already handled that and entrusted Thomas the Chem guy with that duty. It'll hopefully make him feel at least slightly a part of the team - but he's such an uptight emotional asshole that you can trust him not to cheat or screw people.

With a ding you emerge into the raucous stables. How she can masturbate here is beyond you, you've had to crack them out in the other departments; since... there's literal rape demons in one of these stalls.

You don't need to use your beeper to summon your own cell since she's already somehow managed to do so. You simply open the door and glare at Maxie as she inhales the scent of you from your pillow amdist a pile of her own juices.

"Get out of my fucking bed and get to work." You shout, startling her/

She begins spluttering out excuses and reaching for clothing but you grab her by the ear, "Senpai - please. Be gentle." She pleads.

You toss her on her ass on the cold floor, naked as the day she was born and lock your cell behind you - "I'd get to work before C45513 starts recording. She said she'd give you three minutes of a head start." You pause as her face pales. Then reddens.

"Bu-bu-b-" She stutters.

"Buh bye." You finish. Sending her off like a bolt. You'll make it up to her next time.

Wow, have you really fallen so far that you're plotting a "next time" with a girl only two years legal.

Yes.

Yes you have.

> You're already down here swing by Demo before heading back

> PROGRESS 1d20

> Take a detour to clear your head.

> Write-In
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>>1479872
>> You're already down here swing by Demo before heading back
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>>1479872
>> You're already down here swing by Demo before heading back
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>>1479872
>> You're already down here swing by Demo before heading back
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>>1479888

"Hey C455 let the goons know the new director's speech will be a tad delayed."

"Si Senor" She responds as a little sombrero pops up on a nearby monitor. She seems very hyperactive today.

You approach the vault door and the palm print on the scanner is approved, disarming the drone's weapon before you approach the vault door and engage in the secret unlocking ritual of the Organizaiton's Demolition Corps.

"HARRY IT'S JAMES OPEN UP!" You scream at the top of your lungs.

"This facility is currently in Health and Safety Lock. Live tests are being performed within." The Drone says.

"Well Shit. Wasted Trip." You frown with hands on hips.

> PROGRESS [1d20 for disaster]

> Write-In
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Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1480105
>PROGRESS!

Do we roll now? I'm rolling now.
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>>1480115

Need a majority first. I'm also going to bed soon so that was probably last post.
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>>1480125
Oh good, because that 1 scares the shit outta' me.
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>>1480105
> PROGRESS [1d20 for disaster]
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>>1480105
>PROGRESS [1d20 for disaster]
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Status Update:

Continuing Monday Night
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>>1480105

> PROGRESS [1d20 for disaster]
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>>1480105
>> PROGRESS [1d20 for disaster]
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> PROGRESS [1d20 for disaster]
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>>1484213
>>1481721
>>1480479
>>1480222
>>1480208
>>1480187
>>1480115

1d20

Taking fourth roll.
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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1485591
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Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1485591
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Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1485591
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Rolled 15 (1d20)

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"I wonder what's going to go wrong this yea-" You say aloud while holding your phone in your hand.

Strutting down the corridors enjoying the few passers by gasping at the realisaiton you're alive is a feeling of power that you honestly associate with being in bed or on stage.

Such and attention whore.

The phone rings; Maxi and Henson both on conference? Yup - this it.

Answering the phone, you adopt a polite tone and give them only one word, "Problem?"

"THERE'S ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE FIVE!" MAxi screams mid sentence upon pickup, "JERRY GET ME FILE 347-B JUNE GIVE ME SOCIAL MEDIA FEEDS FROM HARDRIVE 8! MOVE!"

"Hey Champ. Bad News. We have eight Sacrifices and none of 'em match the five faces we had on file." an Edge creeps into his voice, "What do we do?"

> We deal with it.

> I'll take it upstairs.

> I don't know Henson

> Let's wait and see what intel dig up first

> Write-In
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>>1485792
>> Let's wait and see what intel dig up first
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>>1485792
>> We deal with it.
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>>1485792
>"The same thing we do every fucking year Jerry. We save this God-Forsaken race of hairless primate from the inevitable darkness. Get me the info on these fuckers. I wanna know which of these assholes are plants right now. And someone explain to me how our Surveillance and the Harbinger DIDN'T NOTICE THIS SHIT SOONER!"
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>>1485798

"Well Henson. It changes nothing. We do it every fucking year - save our god damn species from the inevitable apocalypse." You sigh and move into the closest equivalent to a shaded alcove in this maze of genre aware corridors you were in charge of designing, with a touch of two buttons both Jerry and Jess are fed into the call, "What I want to know is - how the fuck did we not notice this before?"

Silence.

"Jess, Harbinger or Eagle One didn't report anything strange?" You ask exasperated when nobody takes initiative.

"No, the only reason we know now is because this is the first time one of Eagle One's reports have been dodgy." She answers smoothly, shockingly the trained combat veteran isn't intimidated by your anger.

The door light is blinking. Weird.

Concentrate.

"Jerry, Maxi. Give me something?" You please.

"Maxi's working up a storm. She's got four laptops and her wall display up. I can't track what she's doing but she's doing it well I think." Your friend admits. "You sure we can do this?"

"I got worse news." Henson says gravely. "Get up here. Double time." Before hanging up.

Well Fuck.

"Jerry. Tell Maxie I'm counting on her. Jess, get Eagle One on the line." It's easy for you to switch tracks and ignore Jerry signing off of Maxie's station.

"Aye Sir." She sounds off.

"And how long until our... eightsome make it to Harbinger?" You ask the line.

"7 hours with variance of twelve minutes for rests." C45513 says, surprising nobody by her listening in.

"Right. Jess; I want you to switch Harbingers. Assign someone you'd trust with your life and make sure it's someone who's worked counter intelligence. He has license to kill any who he has a gut feeling about - we only need 5." You order.

"Aye Sir." She says signing off to get to work.

"You're going to let someone off some of the kids?" C45513 texts.

You thumb in your reply quickly before ending the call, "Chem can make them act like the archetype we need. We only need five."

Not very artistic She notes.

Any means necesarry You reply as you get into the elevator.

> Key in a code only you know. Boss needs to be updated

> Scan and go to control

> Go to the Lobby and rally the troops [Speech & bet/roll for creatures]

> Write-In
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>>1486068
>> Go to the Lobby and rally the troops [Speech & bet/roll for creatures]
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>>1486068
>> Scan and go to control
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>>1486068

> Go to the Lobby and rally the troops [Speech & bet/roll for creatures]
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>>1486068
>Key in a code only you know. Boss needs to be updated

This is something they need an update on as it happens
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>>1486068
> Key in a code only you know. Boss needs to be updated
> Go to the Lobby and rally the troops [Speech & bet/roll for creatures]
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Sorry I disapeared guys. Life's been... fucking brutal the past 3 days and Outside of time applied to D&D I've been keeping an eye on family. It's almost 2am and first time I've been properly able to relax.

I'll try and find time for more cabin & SBFH outside of this busy week.

Going to archive then crash.
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>>1487925
That's fine Star. Just do what you need to tand don't burn out.
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> Key in a code only you know. Boss needs to be updated
> Go to the Lobby and rally the troops [Speech & bet/roll for creatures]




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