[X] David Xanatos
You walk forwards towards what will probably be your last conversation of the night. David Xanatos, the man who has it all, is apparently deep in conversation with Trevor Tengrove, Father (or as he prefers, 'Fun Uncle') of modern robotics.
As you approach, you hear them discussing the difference between Kronos Corp robotic AI and Trengrove's 'Funtelligence' system. You think you see Xanatos grimacing a bit every time he has to say the word.
Diplomacy Check: Can you insert yourself into the conversation smoothly?
DC 60 needed: 98+15+18=131
Critical Success!
Learning Check: how much do you know about the conversation?
DC 90 needed: 53+38+18+20=129
Success!
"While Omnidroids do show more advanced reactions to novel stimuli, Trevor here's managed to nail down conversation years before anyone else. If I could figure out how to combine both I'd have the best Normbots on the planet." You say, neatly summing up the jist of the conversation and complimenting half of it in the same breath. Wow. You really didn't know you had that in you.
"Why, thank you." Trengrove says, clearly flattered. "I can tell you already know who I am, but I'm afraid I don't-"
"Heinz Doofenshmirtz." Xanatos supplies after a brief moment. "The man himself. Good to see you could make it after all."
"Oh yes, I had to buy my own ticket but I would never miss this."
Xanatos Intrigue Check- Identify Doof's Partner
DC 90 needed: 50+72=122
Success!
"And what a lovely partner you have. Have we met before?"
Shego has long resigned herself to being called your date for the evening and only reacts with a death glare in your direction .
"Can I ask to what I owe the pleasure, Dr. Doofenshmirtz?"
"Well, funnily enough, I actually have one of my top men scheduled to visit you. Er… right after the gala. I figured since we were here, I could get a head start."
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you doctor."
"Likewise." Trengrove agrees. "We were just talking about…"
Intrigue Check: Does Trengrove know what he's talking about?
DC 75 needed: 61+12+22=95
Success!
Huh. The longer the conversation goes on, the more you realize. You recognize all of the individual terms Trengrove is using, but it really doesn't make much sense how he's stringing them together. It's not necessarily wrong, it just sounds really, really awkward, like someone who doesn't really understand what he's talking about. It's really weird, since the man is supposed to be an expert, but the longer you talk the more it feels like you and Xanatos are driving the conversation.
Intrigue Check: Should you mention the rumors about Syndrome's AI?
DC 65 needed: 78+12+22=112
Success!
No, you'd better hold off on that for now. You wouldn't want to tip your hand.
"You know, the real challenge in the field is empathic circuitry." Trengrove prattles. "I'm not sure if you're aware, but creating robots capable of parsing emotions is a serious challenge."
"Aw nonsense! I ain't never had a problem with it."
The three of you pause in your conversation as you realize someone else has joined it. Standing beside you… and slightly below, since he has an even worse slouch than you do. It's… you have to rub your eyes for a second to make sure you're not losing it. There appears to be an elderly hillbilly, dirty hat, brown overalls, two foot white beard and all, looking at the rest of you with a glazed smile. Even Xanatos seems a bit taken aback.
"Is that… a bandage on your beard?!" Shego asks incredulously.
"Maybe!" The creature replies happily. "Old Man McGucket, itinerant crackpot. I could help but overhear your conversation about tha finer points of mechanical brainwave generators. I don' see what all tha fuss is, maself. Why, all I have ta do is throw together a giant robot of jest about any description ya please, and sure enough it develops emotions not a day later."
"What is happening." Shego says.
"Mind you, that emotion is usually anger. Or hatred. One a tha two. But it's constant I tells ya. I can't get it ta stop. Really puts a hamper on things."
"You mean to tell me you've figured out how to give the Funtelligence system access to emotional processes? That's impossible!"
"Nope! Ain't no intelligence 'round these parts!"
"How did you even get in here?" Trengrove yells, obviously losing his cool.
"Ah bribed 'em wit' these!" McGucket declares as he pulls a fistful of tickets out of his beard. From the look of them they're all tickets to the gala, including exclusive seating, dinner, and the evening show- easily worth a couple thousand of dollars apiece.
"Anyways." The hillbilly continues, stuffing the tickets back into the horrible morass that is his facial hair, "I'm guessin' ya wash out them Funtelligence cores after a couple thousand cycles? They ain' never gonna ferment that way. Ma meemaw always said that fermentation was the key ta a fine functionin' AI. Or maybe that was moonshine. Ah well."
You try and fail to find anything remotely comprehensible in the man's insane ramblings. The guy's unstable, and this is coming from you.
Trengrove is taking his inane questioning even more poorly than you are. He stammers a few times, trying and failing to come up with an adequate response to that. "Wh- wha- th- what?!"
Xanatos looks like he's silently agreeing with that line of questioning, though he's too dignified to voice it out loud.
After a moment, the glassy eyed stare of the old man gets even more unfocused. It seems that whatever allowed his mind to briefly intersect parallel to this plane of reality has passed again.
"Welp! I better go check in on ma raccoon wife! I left her over by the sparklin' beverages, and she gets a little wild after she's had a few."
The thing with no taste wanders off again, hobbling away in a strange sort of shuffling hop. The rest of the group struggles to recover.
"Well, that was certainly… unusual." Xanatos brings himself to admit after a moment. "I wonder who he was."
Trengrove grumbles to himself about the old man. Shego for one seems to already be in the process of repressing the memory. You decide to move back to what you were actually here for.
"So, David, if I can call you David. I have a question for you, if you don't mind."
"Well you can certainly ask."
"How did you move your giant ancient castle? I'm asking because I'm actually planning on doing the same thing."
"Oh?" Xanatos asks, his curiosity piqued. "It was quite the extensive process, I assure you. You don't strike me as a copycat Doctor, may I ask why you're planning this now?"
"Oh, you know, same reason as you I assume. Secret supernatural knowledge, ancient curse breaking, you know. Standard stuff."
Xanatos Intrigue Check- Keep Your Cool
DC 120 needed: 48+72=120
Exact Success
Intrigue Check: Do you notice anything weird about Xanatos? Any tells or the like?
DC 100 needed: 22+12+22=56
Failure
Xanatos laughs harshly before taking another sip of his drink. When he speaks again his voice is as smooth as ever. "Very amusing, doctor. But yes, I suppose I could give you a few notes, it was quite the project."
"Thanks!" You reply, not really knowing what was funny but taking the win anyway.
After discussing the process for a few minutes, you glance at your watch again. It's nearly time for dinner to begin! Your heist team is getting into position right now, and you've accounted for every variable!