- Location
- USA
...so this is definitely going to end with yandere Warmind trying to clone us post collapse.
Echo of Choice (A Destiny Plan Quest)
Skychat Shenanigans (canon)
- Location
- Puerto Rico
Okay, so a friend of mine decided to contribute to this quest and came up with this omake.
A chat-based omake on the group.
Hope you guys enjoy his work.
Legend:
Kora= LadyK
John= Mr.CEOO
Cayde= Buck7
Ivan= RichG
Lance= BigBro
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SkyChat: Origins
Mr.CEOO: Alright, guys. We've had this chat for a while now, and it's still called "Untitled Chat." We need an actual name. Suggestions?
LadyK: Finally. I was wondering when we'd deal with this.
Buck7: Oh, I've got one!
RichG: This should be good.
BigBro: Buckle up, everyone.
Buck7: "The Glamorous Beings!"
LadyK: No.
Mr.CEOO: Absolutely not.
RichG: Pass.
BigBro: Hard no.
Buck7: What? It's perfect! It captures the fact that we are dealing with Glimmer!
LadyK: It captures your delusions, Cayde.
Buck7: Fine. Your loss.
BigBro: What about something simple, like "The Crew"?
RichG: Too generic.
LadyK: Agreed. Sounds like a knockoff brand.
Mr.CEOO: It doesn't stand out.
Buck7: I stand out. Does that count?
LadyK: Stop talking.
RichG: How about "Trash Pandas United"?
BigBro: What?
LadyK: Ivan, are you okay?
RichG: It's thematic! We are still trying to get a hold off Sunnydale's trash, don't we?
Mr.CEOO: I'm not naming our chat after raccoons.
Buck7: Speak for yourself. I think it's genius.
LadyK: No. Moving on.
BigBro: What about "United Skynet Alliance Incorporated"?
Mr.CEOO: Sounds like a corporate dystopia.
RichG: Agreed. We're not starting a dictatorship here.
LadyK: And it's way too long.
Buck7: I've got another one!
Mr.CEOO: Oh no.
LadyK: This is going to be bad.
Buck7: "The Sexy Sky Squad."
(The chat collectively freezes.)
Mr.CEOO: Cayde. No.
BigBro: No.
RichG: Absolutely not.
Buck7: It's catchy!
Mr.CEOO: It's horrifying.
RichG: It's embarrassing.
BigBro: Never speak of this again.
Buck7: You guys have no taste.
LadyK: And you have no shame.
Mr.CEOO: Alright, let's get serious. What about something straightforward? Like SkyChat?
RichG: Not bad.
BigBro: It's clean and simple. I like it.
LadyK: It works.
Buck7: Boring.
LadyK: Say one more word, Cayde.
Buck7: …SkyChat it is.
Mr.CEOO: Great. SkyChat it is. I'll update the name.
BigBro: At least now we can move on with our lives.
LadyK: And Cayde can move on without trying to ruin everything.
Buck7: You wound me, Kora.
LadyK: Not yet.
Mr.CEOO: I'm logging off before this turns into another yelling war.
RichG: Wise choice.
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SkyChat: Deciding Costume Theme
Mr.CEOO: Alright, team. Halloween party is coming up, and we need to settle on a group costume theme. Money's no object, so let's get creative. Suggestions?
BigBro: I like where this is going.
LadyK: This should be interesting.
RichG: I'm in, as long as no one suggests something completely ridiculous.
Buck7: Define ridiculous.
RichG: Anything you're about to say, Cayde.
Mr.CEOO: Let's keep it focused, people. I'll start. How about Firefly? It's perfect—small crew, iconic looks. Kora can be Zoe Washburne, I'll be Jayne Cobb, Lance can go as Shepherd Book, Ivan can be Simon Tam, and Cayde gets to play Mal Reynolds.
RichG: Not bad. I can pull off Simon.
LadyK: I'm fine with Zoe. She's badass.
BigBro: I like the idea, I guess I can put on some fake hair for Book, but let's hear other suggestions first.
Buck7: Like what?
BigBro: How about Game of Thrones? Plenty of cool options there. Kora and I can be from Dorne. Ivan could go as someone from the Riverlands, John as a Stark, and Cayde as a Lannister.
LadyK: That sounds fun, but I feel like Cayde would take being a Lannister way too seriously.
Buck7: I would make a fantastic Lannister. Cunning, dashing, and morally flexible.
LadyK: Case in point.
RichG: I call Tully from the Riverlands if we do this. Something respectable.
Mr.CEOO: Respectable until Cayde starts yelling "Hear me roar" after a few drinks.
Buck7: Not gonna lie, that does sound fun.
BigBro: Okay, this is the second choice, what is next?
Buck7: I've got a better idea. Dune.
Mr.CEOO: Dune? That's ambitious. What's the lineup?
Buck7: Kora's a Reverend Mother—fits her commanding aura. Lance is obviously a Harkonnen. Ivan's a member of the Spacing Guild—cryptic and loaded. John, you're a Sardaukar. And me? I'm Emperor Corrino, the pinnacle of style and authority.
RichG: You just want to wear gold robes and call yourself "Emperor," don't you?
Buck7: Don't act like it wouldn't look amazing on me.
BigBro: You want me to dress as a Harkonnen?
Buck7: Yes. Your intimidating presence fits perfectly, not to mention your shiny head.
LadyK: I'm not dressing as a Reverend Mother. While it would be nice to be the true power behind your asses.
Mr.CEOO: Which is true in some cases.
LadyK: Those costumes are basically bags.
Buck7: But cool bags!
RichG: Spacing Guild? Why do I have to wear that strange fishbowl suit?
Buck7: Because you're the rich guy here and you'll love it.
RichG: Nope.
Mr.CEOO: Why do I have to be your bodyguard Cayde?
Buck7: You literally learned the language back in high school as a dare to our music teacher in exchange for getting an A remember?
Mr.CEOO: Right, forgot about that.
LadyK: I still have questions about all of this, but I'll save them for now. Who is next?
RichG: Alright, and please hear me out: Kuroinu.
(The chat goes silent for a moment.)
BigBro: …What?
Buck7:
Mr.CEOO: I'm almost afraid to ask, but who's who in this scenario?
RichG: Kora's Olga Discordia. The rest of us? Members of the Black Dogs. We're her loyal guards.
LadyK: Olga Discordia? You mean the dark elf whose outfit with the strapless purple corset that has a segmented, armor-like design that barely covers her assets? The matching thigh-high boots with gold accents, long gloves, and that ridiculously tiny bikini bottom? And where exactly am I supposed to get that costume?
(Another pause in the chat.)
BigBro: ...
Buck7: ...
RichG: ...
Mr.CEOO: Kora, how do you know Olga's outfit so well?
LadyK: That's not important. Moving on.
BigBro: I am not comfortable picturing my sister in that outfit.
RichG: No, no. Let's stay on this topic a little longer.
LadyK: If you value your lives, you'll drop it. Now.
Buck7: I'm just saying, very detailed description. Very suspicious.
LadyK: C-A-Y-D-E….Shut it.
Mr.CEOO: Let's table this discussion before we all regret it. Kora, what's your suggestion?
LadyK: Avatar: The Last Airbender.
BigBro: That's a solid pick. Who's who?
LadyK: I'll be a Firebender, Lance can be an Airbender monk, Cayde can be a Waterbender, John can be an Earthbender, and Ivan is the Cabbage Merchant.
RichG: Why am I the cabbage merchant?
LadyK: You wanted me to go as Japan's most infamous dark elf, consider this payback.
RichG: Okay, that's fair.
Buck7: I don't hate it, but I'm not wearing blue for a waterbender costume. It's not my color.
Mr.CEOO: And I'm not sold on being an earthbender. Too much green.
BigBro: Air Nomad robes might be comfortable, but I'd feel like I'm in pajamas.
LadyK: You guys are impossible.
Mr.CEOO: Okay, that's five ideas. Now let's put it down for a vote, you are allowed to vote for more than one.
BigBro: Game of Thrones and Firefly.
RichG: Kuroinu and Avatar.
LadyK: Avatar and Firefly.
Mr.CEOO: Firefly, Dune, and Kuroinu.
Buck7: Kuroinu, Firefly, and Dune.
(Pause in the chat.)
LadyK: Wait. Three of you voted for Kuroinu?
BigBro: …
RichG: …
Buck7: …Look, it's a strong theme, okay?
Mr.CEOO: Not ashamed. You could definitely pull off Olga Discordia.
RichG: Agreed. The outfit is bold, but let's be honest, you've got the confidence and body to make it work.
Buck7: 100%. No hesitation.
(Another pause.)
LadyK: Men.
Mr.CEOO: Moving on. Based on the votes, Firefly wins. Everyone good with that?
LadyK: Yes.
RichG: Works for me.
Buck7: Fine. I'll be Mal. But I'm still calling dibs on the most dramatic entrance at the party.
BigBro: Don't worry, we'll make sure you get your spotlight, Captain Tightpants.
Buck7: You people get me.
Mr.CEOO: Great. Firefly it is. Now let's make this happen.
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SkyChat: Babysitting Schedule
Mr.CEOO: Alright, guys, we need to finalize the schedule for who's on babysitting duty with Kora and her group this week.
Buck7: Babysitting? Don't you mean keeping them from tiring themselves up?
BigBro: Considering the last time I was there, they almost short-circuited half the building, babysitting is an understatement.
Mr.CEOO: This is why we need a schedule. No skipping. No trades. We need to keep Kora and her crew from getting themselves killed by accident.
Buck7: Fine, fine. Who's up first?
BigBro: I say John.
Mr.CEOO: Of course you do.
RichG: Agreed. You're the boss. You should lead by example.
Mr.CEOO: Fine. Tomorrow, it's me. Who's after?
BigBro: I'll go second. I have the patience of a saint.
Buck7: That's debatable.
BigBro: I spent years working for Clovis Bray and not once did I punch him in the face.
Buck7: Okay, you win, you are a saint.
Mr.CEOO: Moving on. Cayde, you're third.
Buck7: Works for me. Gives me time to prepare… emotionally.
RichG: That leaves me for last. Not ideal, but I'll survive.
BigBro: Great. So tomorrow is John, then me, then Cayde, and finally Ivan.
Buck7: Love being third. It's the sweet spot.
LadyK: Why's that, Cayde?
(Silence in the chat for a long moment.)
RichG: …
BigBro: …
Mr.CEOO: …
Buck7: Wait. How—?
LadyK: Oh, I just clicked the link you sent me earlier, Cayde. Thanks for that, by the way.
BigBro: YOU SENT HER THE LINK!!!
RichG: Cayde. What. Did. You. Do?
Buck7: Uh… accident?
LadyK: Accident or not, I'm here now. So, about this "babysitting" thing—
Mr.CEOO: Cayde.
BigBro: Cayde.
RichG: CAYDE.
Buck7: Look, it wasn't intentional! I thought I was sending her that meme about exploding pumpkins!
LadyK: Oh, so I'm just a meme to you now?
Buck7: No! Not what I meant!
Mr.CEOO: This is why we can't have nice things.
BigBro: Agreed.
RichG: 100%.
LadyK: Don't worry, gentlemen. I'll remember this conversation the next time you're all "babysitting" me and my group. See you tomorrow, John.
Mr.CEOO: Great. Looking forward to it.
LadyK: Oh, and Cayde? Watch your back.
Buck7: … Why me?
LadyK: Do I really need to answer that?
BigBro: Cayde, you've doomed us all.
RichG: Yep. Thanks for that.
Buck7: I'm logging off before this gets worse.
Mr.CEOO: It's already worse.
LadyK: Bye, Cayde.
Buck7: I'm scared.
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Skychat: Halloween Emergency
Mr.CEOO: Alright, team, Halloween's coming up fast. Just checking in—everyone got their costumes ready for the party?
Buck7: You know it, Cap'n. Mal Reynolds is locked, loaded, and looking good. Browncoat supremacy, baby.
RichG: Simon Tam costume secured. Scrubs ironed, lab coat pristine. And yes, I'll have a stethoscope.
BigBro: Shepherd Book reporting in. Cloak, Bible, and judgmental look ready. I even bought fake gray hair. Dedication, gentlemen.
Mr.CEOO: Of course, you're going method with this, Lance.
BigBro: Someone has to bring gravitas to the group, John.
Mr.CEOO: Speaking of gravitas, Jayne Cobb is also locked in. Hat's custom-made, by the way. It's a work of art.
Buck7: You mean Ma Cobb's hat? Iconic. You're actually committing to that thing?
Mr.CEOO: It's not a joke. It's a statement.
RichG: It's a choice.
Mr.CEOO: I hate you all. Anyway—Kora? You ready?
(Pause in the chat)
Buck7: Uh oh. The Lady's being suspiciously quiet.
BigBro: I'm concerned. This is either about the costume or something involving sharp objects.
RichG: Both, if we're unlucky.
Mr.CEOO: Kora? Do we need to send a search party?
LadyK: …
LadyK: Fine. There is a problem.
Mr.CEOO: Define "problem."
LadyK: The shop sent the wrong costume.
BigBro: Wrong as in…?
LadyK: Wrong.
Buck7: Elaborate. We're all dying here.
LadyK: Instead of Zoe's… they sent me Inara's.
RichG: Oh…
BigBro: …oh.
Buck7: OH.
Mr.CEOO: Wait. You're telling me you've got Inara's costume instead? Which one? The red one, the purple one, or the black one?
LadyK: None of those. Instead they sent me the purple one from the comics.
Buck7: You mean the belly dancer one?
LadyK:……Yes.
RichG: This just got awkward.
Mr.CEOO: No shit.
Buck7: Awkward? This is comedy gold! You should totally wear it.
BigBro: Sis, don't listen to him.
LadyK: You know what? I will.
(The chat collectively freezes for a moment before erupting.)
Mr.CEOO: Wait. Seriously?
RichG: Wait. WHAT?!
BigBro: This is not what I expected.
Buck7: I KNEW YOU'D SEE THE LIGHT.
Mr.CEOO: Um Kora, why are you saying yes to this costume? You practically yelled at us NO when it came to Olga's costume.
LadyK: Don't get too excited, Cayde. This decision has nothing to do with you. And John, the reason I am saying yes is that I've decided to embrace the chaos. Someone has to balance out this group's antics. Besides, Inara's dress might as well be a conservative dress compared to Olga's.
Buck7: I call this a win.
LadyK: Don't push it.
BigBro: Kora, are you sure about this?
LadyK: Oh, I'm sure. But Cayde? One word, one indecent look at the party, and I will spike your food with laxatives for a month. Randomly. You won't know when, where, or how.
Buck7: … You're terrifying.
Mr.CEOO: She's serious, Cayde. I wouldn't test her.
RichG: It's not worth it, man. Let it go.
Buck7: Fine, fine. I'll behave. Scout's honor.
BigBro: You were never a scout, Cayde.
Buck7: I was LAPD SWAT, that is one of the closets things to being an adult boy scout is.
LadyK: Just remember, Cayde, you brought this on yourself.
Buck7: Duly noted.
Mr.CEOO: Alright, back on track. Mixed costume or not, we're hitting this party as a team. Kora, we'll back you up no matter what.
LadyK: Thanks, John. I'll make it work. And Cayde? Remember. Laxatives.
Buck7: I said I'd behave!
Mr.CEOO: Alright, break it up, people. Let's wrap this up. I've got three more fires to put out before the night's over.
LadyK: Same.
BigBro: Good luck.
Buck7: And remember, folks… chaos is the best costume of all.
LadyK: Cayde, you're dangerously close to finding out just how creative I can be with laxatives.
Buck7: Logging off now.
A chat-based omake on the group.
Hope you guys enjoy his work.
Legend:
Kora= LadyK
John= Mr.CEOO
Cayde= Buck7
Ivan= RichG
Lance= BigBro
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SkyChat: Origins
Mr.CEOO: Alright, guys. We've had this chat for a while now, and it's still called "Untitled Chat." We need an actual name. Suggestions?
LadyK: Finally. I was wondering when we'd deal with this.
Buck7: Oh, I've got one!
RichG: This should be good.
BigBro: Buckle up, everyone.
Buck7: "The Glamorous Beings!"
LadyK: No.
Mr.CEOO: Absolutely not.
RichG: Pass.
BigBro: Hard no.
Buck7: What? It's perfect! It captures the fact that we are dealing with Glimmer!
LadyK: It captures your delusions, Cayde.
Buck7: Fine. Your loss.
BigBro: What about something simple, like "The Crew"?
RichG: Too generic.
LadyK: Agreed. Sounds like a knockoff brand.
Mr.CEOO: It doesn't stand out.
Buck7: I stand out. Does that count?
LadyK: Stop talking.
RichG: How about "Trash Pandas United"?
BigBro: What?
LadyK: Ivan, are you okay?
RichG: It's thematic! We are still trying to get a hold off Sunnydale's trash, don't we?
Mr.CEOO: I'm not naming our chat after raccoons.
Buck7: Speak for yourself. I think it's genius.
LadyK: No. Moving on.
BigBro: What about "United Skynet Alliance Incorporated"?
Mr.CEOO: Sounds like a corporate dystopia.
RichG: Agreed. We're not starting a dictatorship here.
LadyK: And it's way too long.
Buck7: I've got another one!
Mr.CEOO: Oh no.
LadyK: This is going to be bad.
Buck7: "The Sexy Sky Squad."
(The chat collectively freezes.)
Mr.CEOO: Cayde. No.
BigBro: No.
RichG: Absolutely not.
Buck7: It's catchy!
Mr.CEOO: It's horrifying.
RichG: It's embarrassing.
BigBro: Never speak of this again.
Buck7: You guys have no taste.
LadyK: And you have no shame.
Mr.CEOO: Alright, let's get serious. What about something straightforward? Like SkyChat?
RichG: Not bad.
BigBro: It's clean and simple. I like it.
LadyK: It works.
Buck7: Boring.
LadyK: Say one more word, Cayde.
Buck7: …SkyChat it is.
Mr.CEOO: Great. SkyChat it is. I'll update the name.
BigBro: At least now we can move on with our lives.
LadyK: And Cayde can move on without trying to ruin everything.
Buck7: You wound me, Kora.
LadyK: Not yet.
Mr.CEOO: I'm logging off before this turns into another yelling war.
RichG: Wise choice.
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SkyChat: Deciding Costume Theme
Mr.CEOO: Alright, team. Halloween party is coming up, and we need to settle on a group costume theme. Money's no object, so let's get creative. Suggestions?
BigBro: I like where this is going.
LadyK: This should be interesting.
RichG: I'm in, as long as no one suggests something completely ridiculous.
Buck7: Define ridiculous.
RichG: Anything you're about to say, Cayde.
Mr.CEOO: Let's keep it focused, people. I'll start. How about Firefly? It's perfect—small crew, iconic looks. Kora can be Zoe Washburne, I'll be Jayne Cobb, Lance can go as Shepherd Book, Ivan can be Simon Tam, and Cayde gets to play Mal Reynolds.
RichG: Not bad. I can pull off Simon.
LadyK: I'm fine with Zoe. She's badass.
BigBro: I like the idea, I guess I can put on some fake hair for Book, but let's hear other suggestions first.
Buck7: Like what?
BigBro: How about Game of Thrones? Plenty of cool options there. Kora and I can be from Dorne. Ivan could go as someone from the Riverlands, John as a Stark, and Cayde as a Lannister.
LadyK: That sounds fun, but I feel like Cayde would take being a Lannister way too seriously.
Buck7: I would make a fantastic Lannister. Cunning, dashing, and morally flexible.
LadyK: Case in point.
RichG: I call Tully from the Riverlands if we do this. Something respectable.
Mr.CEOO: Respectable until Cayde starts yelling "Hear me roar" after a few drinks.
Buck7: Not gonna lie, that does sound fun.
BigBro: Okay, this is the second choice, what is next?
Buck7: I've got a better idea. Dune.
Mr.CEOO: Dune? That's ambitious. What's the lineup?
Buck7: Kora's a Reverend Mother—fits her commanding aura. Lance is obviously a Harkonnen. Ivan's a member of the Spacing Guild—cryptic and loaded. John, you're a Sardaukar. And me? I'm Emperor Corrino, the pinnacle of style and authority.
RichG: You just want to wear gold robes and call yourself "Emperor," don't you?
Buck7: Don't act like it wouldn't look amazing on me.
BigBro: You want me to dress as a Harkonnen?
Buck7: Yes. Your intimidating presence fits perfectly, not to mention your shiny head.
LadyK: I'm not dressing as a Reverend Mother. While it would be nice to be the true power behind your asses.
Mr.CEOO: Which is true in some cases.
LadyK: Those costumes are basically bags.
Buck7: But cool bags!
RichG: Spacing Guild? Why do I have to wear that strange fishbowl suit?
Buck7: Because you're the rich guy here and you'll love it.
RichG: Nope.
Mr.CEOO: Why do I have to be your bodyguard Cayde?
Buck7: You literally learned the language back in high school as a dare to our music teacher in exchange for getting an A remember?
Mr.CEOO: Right, forgot about that.
LadyK: I still have questions about all of this, but I'll save them for now. Who is next?
RichG: Alright, and please hear me out: Kuroinu.
(The chat goes silent for a moment.)
BigBro: …What?
Buck7:
Mr.CEOO: I'm almost afraid to ask, but who's who in this scenario?
RichG: Kora's Olga Discordia. The rest of us? Members of the Black Dogs. We're her loyal guards.
LadyK: Olga Discordia? You mean the dark elf whose outfit with the strapless purple corset that has a segmented, armor-like design that barely covers her assets? The matching thigh-high boots with gold accents, long gloves, and that ridiculously tiny bikini bottom? And where exactly am I supposed to get that costume?
(Another pause in the chat.)
BigBro: ...
Buck7: ...
RichG: ...
Mr.CEOO: Kora, how do you know Olga's outfit so well?
LadyK: That's not important. Moving on.
BigBro: I am not comfortable picturing my sister in that outfit.
RichG: No, no. Let's stay on this topic a little longer.
LadyK: If you value your lives, you'll drop it. Now.
Buck7: I'm just saying, very detailed description. Very suspicious.
LadyK: C-A-Y-D-E….Shut it.
Mr.CEOO: Let's table this discussion before we all regret it. Kora, what's your suggestion?
LadyK: Avatar: The Last Airbender.
BigBro: That's a solid pick. Who's who?
LadyK: I'll be a Firebender, Lance can be an Airbender monk, Cayde can be a Waterbender, John can be an Earthbender, and Ivan is the Cabbage Merchant.
RichG: Why am I the cabbage merchant?
LadyK: You wanted me to go as Japan's most infamous dark elf, consider this payback.
RichG: Okay, that's fair.
Buck7: I don't hate it, but I'm not wearing blue for a waterbender costume. It's not my color.
Mr.CEOO: And I'm not sold on being an earthbender. Too much green.
BigBro: Air Nomad robes might be comfortable, but I'd feel like I'm in pajamas.
LadyK: You guys are impossible.
Mr.CEOO: Okay, that's five ideas. Now let's put it down for a vote, you are allowed to vote for more than one.
BigBro: Game of Thrones and Firefly.
RichG: Kuroinu and Avatar.
LadyK: Avatar and Firefly.
Mr.CEOO: Firefly, Dune, and Kuroinu.
Buck7: Kuroinu, Firefly, and Dune.
(Pause in the chat.)
LadyK: Wait. Three of you voted for Kuroinu?
BigBro: …
RichG: …
Buck7: …Look, it's a strong theme, okay?
Mr.CEOO: Not ashamed. You could definitely pull off Olga Discordia.
RichG: Agreed. The outfit is bold, but let's be honest, you've got the confidence and body to make it work.
Buck7: 100%. No hesitation.
(Another pause.)
LadyK: Men.
Mr.CEOO: Moving on. Based on the votes, Firefly wins. Everyone good with that?
LadyK: Yes.
RichG: Works for me.
Buck7: Fine. I'll be Mal. But I'm still calling dibs on the most dramatic entrance at the party.
BigBro: Don't worry, we'll make sure you get your spotlight, Captain Tightpants.
Buck7: You people get me.
Mr.CEOO: Great. Firefly it is. Now let's make this happen.
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SkyChat: Babysitting Schedule
Mr.CEOO: Alright, guys, we need to finalize the schedule for who's on babysitting duty with Kora and her group this week.
Buck7: Babysitting? Don't you mean keeping them from tiring themselves up?
BigBro: Considering the last time I was there, they almost short-circuited half the building, babysitting is an understatement.
Mr.CEOO: This is why we need a schedule. No skipping. No trades. We need to keep Kora and her crew from getting themselves killed by accident.
Buck7: Fine, fine. Who's up first?
BigBro: I say John.
Mr.CEOO: Of course you do.
RichG: Agreed. You're the boss. You should lead by example.
Mr.CEOO: Fine. Tomorrow, it's me. Who's after?
BigBro: I'll go second. I have the patience of a saint.
Buck7: That's debatable.
BigBro: I spent years working for Clovis Bray and not once did I punch him in the face.
Buck7: Okay, you win, you are a saint.
Mr.CEOO: Moving on. Cayde, you're third.
Buck7: Works for me. Gives me time to prepare… emotionally.
RichG: That leaves me for last. Not ideal, but I'll survive.
BigBro: Great. So tomorrow is John, then me, then Cayde, and finally Ivan.
Buck7: Love being third. It's the sweet spot.
LadyK: Why's that, Cayde?
(Silence in the chat for a long moment.)
RichG: …
BigBro: …
Mr.CEOO: …
Buck7: Wait. How—?
LadyK: Oh, I just clicked the link you sent me earlier, Cayde. Thanks for that, by the way.
BigBro: YOU SENT HER THE LINK!!!
RichG: Cayde. What. Did. You. Do?
Buck7: Uh… accident?
LadyK: Accident or not, I'm here now. So, about this "babysitting" thing—
Mr.CEOO: Cayde.
BigBro: Cayde.
RichG: CAYDE.
Buck7: Look, it wasn't intentional! I thought I was sending her that meme about exploding pumpkins!
LadyK: Oh, so I'm just a meme to you now?
Buck7: No! Not what I meant!
Mr.CEOO: This is why we can't have nice things.
BigBro: Agreed.
RichG: 100%.
LadyK: Don't worry, gentlemen. I'll remember this conversation the next time you're all "babysitting" me and my group. See you tomorrow, John.
Mr.CEOO: Great. Looking forward to it.
LadyK: Oh, and Cayde? Watch your back.
Buck7: … Why me?
LadyK: Do I really need to answer that?
BigBro: Cayde, you've doomed us all.
RichG: Yep. Thanks for that.
Buck7: I'm logging off before this gets worse.
Mr.CEOO: It's already worse.
LadyK: Bye, Cayde.
Buck7: I'm scared.
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Skychat: Halloween Emergency
Mr.CEOO: Alright, team, Halloween's coming up fast. Just checking in—everyone got their costumes ready for the party?
Buck7: You know it, Cap'n. Mal Reynolds is locked, loaded, and looking good. Browncoat supremacy, baby.
RichG: Simon Tam costume secured. Scrubs ironed, lab coat pristine. And yes, I'll have a stethoscope.
BigBro: Shepherd Book reporting in. Cloak, Bible, and judgmental look ready. I even bought fake gray hair. Dedication, gentlemen.
Mr.CEOO: Of course, you're going method with this, Lance.
BigBro: Someone has to bring gravitas to the group, John.
Mr.CEOO: Speaking of gravitas, Jayne Cobb is also locked in. Hat's custom-made, by the way. It's a work of art.
Buck7: You mean Ma Cobb's hat? Iconic. You're actually committing to that thing?
Mr.CEOO: It's not a joke. It's a statement.
RichG: It's a choice.
Mr.CEOO: I hate you all. Anyway—Kora? You ready?
(Pause in the chat)
Buck7: Uh oh. The Lady's being suspiciously quiet.
BigBro: I'm concerned. This is either about the costume or something involving sharp objects.
RichG: Both, if we're unlucky.
Mr.CEOO: Kora? Do we need to send a search party?
LadyK: …
LadyK: Fine. There is a problem.
Mr.CEOO: Define "problem."
LadyK: The shop sent the wrong costume.
BigBro: Wrong as in…?
LadyK: Wrong.
Buck7: Elaborate. We're all dying here.
LadyK: Instead of Zoe's… they sent me Inara's.
RichG: Oh…
BigBro: …oh.
Buck7: OH.
Mr.CEOO: Wait. You're telling me you've got Inara's costume instead? Which one? The red one, the purple one, or the black one?
LadyK: None of those. Instead they sent me the purple one from the comics.
Buck7: You mean the belly dancer one?
LadyK:……Yes.
RichG: This just got awkward.
Mr.CEOO: No shit.
Buck7: Awkward? This is comedy gold! You should totally wear it.
BigBro: Sis, don't listen to him.
LadyK: You know what? I will.
(The chat collectively freezes for a moment before erupting.)
Mr.CEOO: Wait. Seriously?
RichG: Wait. WHAT?!
BigBro: This is not what I expected.
Buck7: I KNEW YOU'D SEE THE LIGHT.
Mr.CEOO: Um Kora, why are you saying yes to this costume? You practically yelled at us NO when it came to Olga's costume.
LadyK: Don't get too excited, Cayde. This decision has nothing to do with you. And John, the reason I am saying yes is that I've decided to embrace the chaos. Someone has to balance out this group's antics. Besides, Inara's dress might as well be a conservative dress compared to Olga's.
Buck7: I call this a win.
LadyK: Don't push it.
BigBro: Kora, are you sure about this?
LadyK: Oh, I'm sure. But Cayde? One word, one indecent look at the party, and I will spike your food with laxatives for a month. Randomly. You won't know when, where, or how.
Buck7: … You're terrifying.
Mr.CEOO: She's serious, Cayde. I wouldn't test her.
RichG: It's not worth it, man. Let it go.
Buck7: Fine, fine. I'll behave. Scout's honor.
BigBro: You were never a scout, Cayde.
Buck7: I was LAPD SWAT, that is one of the closets things to being an adult boy scout is.
LadyK: Just remember, Cayde, you brought this on yourself.
Buck7: Duly noted.
Mr.CEOO: Alright, back on track. Mixed costume or not, we're hitting this party as a team. Kora, we'll back you up no matter what.
LadyK: Thanks, John. I'll make it work. And Cayde? Remember. Laxatives.
Buck7: I said I'd behave!
Mr.CEOO: Alright, break it up, people. Let's wrap this up. I've got three more fires to put out before the night's over.
LadyK: Same.
BigBro: Good luck.
Buck7: And remember, folks… chaos is the best costume of all.
LadyK: Cayde, you're dangerously close to finding out just how creative I can be with laxatives.
Buck7: Logging off now.
This made me laugh for sure.
- Location
- USA
Why didnt Skynet get to participate?
- Location
- United States
S still being kept a secret and without revealing their an AI would likely mean something like pretending to be an employee but that would mean explaining why a seemingly random employee is in the chat?
- Pronouns
- Reader
This is a unique, yet valid standard of sainthood. Does this mean you can become an anti saint by working for Clovis and successfully kissing his ass every day for a full year?
- Location
- Puerto Rico
S is still S, despite her now having an avatar.
Also, what Tempest Warden said.
No, not anti-saint. What you just described is a sycophant.
Now, in regards to the next turn.....DAMMIT BALL MOM!!!!
Ivan Special Roll= 91, PASS
Mars Roll= 1
Order-
1= A-Z
2= Z-A
3= Men first, women second
4= Women first, men second
Roll= 3
Jacob Hardy:
10 vs 83
Ulysses Qiao
3 vs 76
M. Mihaylova
69 vs 69 TIE
Mihaylova Sanity:
100, NAT 100
- Location
- California,USA
What did the Traveler do now!
Just What?
What is with the frequency of rolling 69s in this quest.
- Location
- California,USA
Well at least it isn't Mongoose dice.
- Location
- California,USA
Nah...this is Blackwatch Dice, much weirder then Cyber Dice or Magoose Dice.
Isn't it weird that the strange Dice people are all friends.
- Pronouns
- Reader
I'm pretty sure this was the team on mars running into difficulties. Clovis? Corrupted machine?
Mhm. Pretty kinky set of dice if you ask me
On the bright side, my gamble payed off! Huzzah!
895+850=1745×2= 3490 R let's go!
- Location
- California,USA
Well We can't all choose our dice to be sane.Mhm. Pretty kinky if you ask me
HUZAH MONEY!
- Pronouns
- Reader
Yeah I messed the joke up at first. Fixed now. I'm calling out these dice in particular for all the 69s.
Money indeed.
- Location
- Puerto Rico
You forgot the most important and sacred dice: Tropico Dice
Now, normally I do this on the 25th but since I been saddled to work on the 24th and then have to drive to my relatives to spend Christmas with them and the party; I might forget, so might as well get it out of the way.
Someone roll a 1d10 please.
- Pronouns
- Reader
Rolling 1 d 10
Nice.
Nice.
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- Location
- Puerto Rico
Okay, early Christmas 2024 present:
Seven Rerolls for the bank.
You know I really wish we had those for that Traveler Nat 1 lmao
That wasn't our roll. So it wouldn't have affected it anyways.
At least, MrM. Scientist is handling whatever decently. Between the tied rolloff and that nat 100 on staying sane.
Edit:…fixed a dumb mistake…
Edit:…fixed a dumb mistake…
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I'm pretty sure it's Ms. Scientist. They didn't roll a 34 after all.