- Location
- Earth, probably.
- Pronouns
- None/Any
[X] Become addicted to a vice (Sex)
or
[X] Become addicted to a vice (Cannabis)
or
[X] Become addicted to a vice (Cannabis)
Fae Mood - A Flying Circus Quest
- Thread starter Texas Red
- Start date
- Original Mature Fantasy Action
[X] Become addicted to a vice (Sex)
Or
[X] Become immune to Hallucinogens.
Edited* Stonesaint has a point.
The idea of High Hilda finding out that she is astonishingly bisexual and pleasure loving -I'm picturing her stumbling into Riya's room to announce 'my Moms were lying, penises are awesome' all while her shoulders and neck are dotted with lightly bleeding lovebites- is hilarious/wholesome to me. She has discovered herself, and found she is Horny.
Or
[X] Become immune to Hallucinogens.
Edited* Stonesaint has a point.
The idea of High Hilda finding out that she is astonishingly bisexual and pleasure loving -I'm picturing her stumbling into Riya's room to announce 'my Moms were lying, penises are awesome' all while her shoulders and neck are dotted with lightly bleeding lovebites- is hilarious/wholesome to me. She has discovered herself, and found she is Horny.
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[X] Become immune to Hallucinogens.
Bonus existential crisis. What kind of witch can't go on spirit journeys?
Bonus existential crisis. What kind of witch can't go on spirit journeys?
- Location
- Salt Lake Ciy, UT
Missionary position as a salacious act of rebellion
loll!
[X] Become addicted to a vice (Sex)
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- Location
- 100 Meters From Your Location
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Oh man, I honestly didn't even think about the humor in that lmao
- Location
- some computer lab
[X] Become immune to Music
it is possible to be both addicted and immune to a vice, representing you needing it just to feel normal, and having music be way more of a problem for us than anything else is really funny.
it is possible to be both addicted and immune to a vice, representing you needing it just to feel normal, and having music be way more of a problem for us than anything else is really funny.
8-4 Growing Confidence
- Location
- 100 Meters From Your Location
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Become addicted to a vice (Sex)
Your salacious act of rebellion lasted for probably close to an hour, until Edgar told you that his vision was getting wobbly from the mushrooms you two took some time ago. You were disappointed to stop, but it seemed like it was a bit too much for him, so you both just laid together, talking about random things, mostly recounting the events of the mission and laughing at yourselves almost dying yet again. Working for a military organization was starting to take its toll on you. Apparently, you were bleeding around your neck and shoulders from Edgar going a little too hard with the biting, and he thankfully helped disinfect and apply adhesive bandages over the shallow cuts so they wouldn't get worse. If anything, you were able to find relaxation in Edgar's arms. Sleeping with electric heating had you boiling under the blankets, so Edgar was a useful heat sink. Eventually, he turned out the lights, without smashing the lamp like you did. You talked for a little longer, but you could feel the system crash coming on and eventually drifted off facing away from Edgar, as his tattoos were too much light to sleep with your face against.
You have Discovered Beauty in Edgar's aftercare, -1 Stress.
The shrooms gave you vivid dreams that night, as they often did when you took them too soon before bed. It didn't seem related to anything about the potential spirit that might be trapped in your head though, thankfully. No, it was worse. It was a nightmare. In a sea as black as night, there was a being larger than anything on land. It lived in complete darkness, just waiting, nestled in the compressed sand. Its flesh was like black rubber, and it was covered in milky white eyes with barely visible irises, constantly darting around. Some of them locked on you, and you felt your body drawn closer to the colossal beast. It shifted, dispersing the sand around it and revealing a mouth like a funnel full of shark teeth, descending so deep you couldn't see, surrounded by rubbery tentacles. You couldn't move in any meaningful way. The tentacles clutched your body but didn't hurt you, or consume you. The eyes just stared, and one tentacle stroked your hair like a parent. You couldn't scream. You wanted to, desperately. You knew this couldn't be real.
You were shaken awake by Edgar. You were panting, lying on your back, and covered in sweat. You looked up at him, and by the moons' light through the window and his tattoos, you could see a look of genuine concern on his face. Tears were falling from your eyes. You sat up in bed and wiped them away.
"Are you-"
"I'm fine. Bad dream." You dismissed, waving your hand.
"I had a weird dream too," Edgar responded, rubbing his eyes. "I… think I was you? I was sitting under a tree in a field. It was sunny. And I was petting a little bird."
"I almost got eaten by some sea monster." You responded, laughing a little.
"…huh." He said simply.
"What?"
"How much do you know about Fischers?"
"Not much."
"Never mind." He said, lying back down. "I'm going back to sleep." You thought that sounded like a great idea. You turned back into your original sleeping position and pulled Edgar's arm back over your chest. You slept without incident after that.
Riya was told she shouldn't fly for at least a week after the injuries she'd suffered, so she spent most of her time resting in bed while you and Edgar continued training together. It was much safer, considering one could take over if the other was too exhausted to fly. Riya came home to the airship after three days in the hospital, and seemed fairly happy, all things considered. It was probably the painkillers, which she tended to pop like candy for the recovery period as a way to relieve stress. You didn't really have room to judge. Being mostly freed of your sexual repression, you spent probably too much time in Edgar's hotel room when you two weren't training. The morning you took Riya's stitches out, you realized your dress didn't fit you around the middle the way it usually did. After examining yourself in the mirror a bit, you realized you were starting to slim down, to your delight, and were actually building muscle in your arms and legs. You were gaining confidence in general from life as a pilot, the whole base knew your name, and while most of the officers seemed to view you as beneath them, the privates seemed to see you as some kind of hero. Your fitness was only adding to that. Riya picked up the payment from the previous job, and Edgar handled talking to the mechanics. With the amount both you and the planes seemed to get fucked up, Riya suggested the circus should hire a mechanic or doctor, or honestly anyone, considering how much disposable income you had coming in. On top of that, she was practically begging you to agree to leave town. Edgar wanted to stick around, and Riya wanted to leave, so you were the tiebreaker.
[ ] Leave town, move on to the next one
[ ] Stick around and drive Riya crazy
Additionally, you can try to hire some employees if you'd like! Whatever you pick, the fellas will agree or it'll be their idea, for simplicity. Given that Riya has an airship, it can handle up to 12 people riding on it. You can vote for more than one!
[ ] Combat Pilot (A pilot on the payroll. They're not Partner in your company, they just take their payment and drink alone. Provides on-call advantage) 1þ
[ ] Civilian Pilot (Flies planes and airships for you, doesn't fight) 1/2þ
[ ] Mechanic (Hold 2 per routine. Spend to Fix a Vital Part, Repair All Strain Damage, Reduce an Upgrade's Cost By 1þ) 1/2þ
[ ] Guard (Helps in fights on the ground) 1/2þ
[ ] Doctor (Make healing "free" other than their salary) 2þ
[ ] Observer (Fire guns on the ground or work guns on planes) 1/2þ
[ ] Navigator (Advantage on Air Patrol and Long Haul) 1/2þ
[ ] Bombardier (Reroll missed bomb dice when dropping bombs) 1/2þ
[ ] Attendants (Hold 3 and spend one to add 1 to all End Of Night rolls. Can be used for the same character multiple times) 1/2þ
[ ] Fixers (Advantage to Get Stuff and Sell Stuff, and I'm not using the secondary roll they have RAW cause it's broken) 1þ
[ ] Save Your Cash
Oh also, you're gonna need to roll Get Stuff to find whatever you choose.
Your salacious act of rebellion lasted for probably close to an hour, until Edgar told you that his vision was getting wobbly from the mushrooms you two took some time ago. You were disappointed to stop, but it seemed like it was a bit too much for him, so you both just laid together, talking about random things, mostly recounting the events of the mission and laughing at yourselves almost dying yet again. Working for a military organization was starting to take its toll on you. Apparently, you were bleeding around your neck and shoulders from Edgar going a little too hard with the biting, and he thankfully helped disinfect and apply adhesive bandages over the shallow cuts so they wouldn't get worse. If anything, you were able to find relaxation in Edgar's arms. Sleeping with electric heating had you boiling under the blankets, so Edgar was a useful heat sink. Eventually, he turned out the lights, without smashing the lamp like you did. You talked for a little longer, but you could feel the system crash coming on and eventually drifted off facing away from Edgar, as his tattoos were too much light to sleep with your face against.
You have Discovered Beauty in Edgar's aftercare, -1 Stress.
The shrooms gave you vivid dreams that night, as they often did when you took them too soon before bed. It didn't seem related to anything about the potential spirit that might be trapped in your head though, thankfully. No, it was worse. It was a nightmare. In a sea as black as night, there was a being larger than anything on land. It lived in complete darkness, just waiting, nestled in the compressed sand. Its flesh was like black rubber, and it was covered in milky white eyes with barely visible irises, constantly darting around. Some of them locked on you, and you felt your body drawn closer to the colossal beast. It shifted, dispersing the sand around it and revealing a mouth like a funnel full of shark teeth, descending so deep you couldn't see, surrounded by rubbery tentacles. You couldn't move in any meaningful way. The tentacles clutched your body but didn't hurt you, or consume you. The eyes just stared, and one tentacle stroked your hair like a parent. You couldn't scream. You wanted to, desperately. You knew this couldn't be real.
You were shaken awake by Edgar. You were panting, lying on your back, and covered in sweat. You looked up at him, and by the moons' light through the window and his tattoos, you could see a look of genuine concern on his face. Tears were falling from your eyes. You sat up in bed and wiped them away.
"Are you-"
"I'm fine. Bad dream." You dismissed, waving your hand.
"I had a weird dream too," Edgar responded, rubbing his eyes. "I… think I was you? I was sitting under a tree in a field. It was sunny. And I was petting a little bird."
"I almost got eaten by some sea monster." You responded, laughing a little.
"…huh." He said simply.
"What?"
"How much do you know about Fischers?"
"Not much."
"Never mind." He said, lying back down. "I'm going back to sleep." You thought that sounded like a great idea. You turned back into your original sleeping position and pulled Edgar's arm back over your chest. You slept without incident after that.
Riya was told she shouldn't fly for at least a week after the injuries she'd suffered, so she spent most of her time resting in bed while you and Edgar continued training together. It was much safer, considering one could take over if the other was too exhausted to fly. Riya came home to the airship after three days in the hospital, and seemed fairly happy, all things considered. It was probably the painkillers, which she tended to pop like candy for the recovery period as a way to relieve stress. You didn't really have room to judge. Being mostly freed of your sexual repression, you spent probably too much time in Edgar's hotel room when you two weren't training. The morning you took Riya's stitches out, you realized your dress didn't fit you around the middle the way it usually did. After examining yourself in the mirror a bit, you realized you were starting to slim down, to your delight, and were actually building muscle in your arms and legs. You were gaining confidence in general from life as a pilot, the whole base knew your name, and while most of the officers seemed to view you as beneath them, the privates seemed to see you as some kind of hero. Your fitness was only adding to that. Riya picked up the payment from the previous job, and Edgar handled talking to the mechanics. With the amount both you and the planes seemed to get fucked up, Riya suggested the circus should hire a mechanic or doctor, or honestly anyone, considering how much disposable income you had coming in. On top of that, she was practically begging you to agree to leave town. Edgar wanted to stick around, and Riya wanted to leave, so you were the tiebreaker.
[ ] Leave town, move on to the next one
[ ] Stick around and drive Riya crazy
Additionally, you can try to hire some employees if you'd like! Whatever you pick, the fellas will agree or it'll be their idea, for simplicity. Given that Riya has an airship, it can handle up to 12 people riding on it. You can vote for more than one!
[ ] Combat Pilot (A pilot on the payroll. They're not Partner in your company, they just take their payment and drink alone. Provides on-call advantage) 1þ
[ ] Civilian Pilot (Flies planes and airships for you, doesn't fight) 1/2þ
[ ] Mechanic (Hold 2 per routine. Spend to Fix a Vital Part, Repair All Strain Damage, Reduce an Upgrade's Cost By 1þ) 1/2þ
[ ] Guard (Helps in fights on the ground) 1/2þ
[ ] Doctor (Make healing "free" other than their salary) 2þ
[ ] Observer (Fire guns on the ground or work guns on planes) 1/2þ
[ ] Navigator (Advantage on Air Patrol and Long Haul) 1/2þ
[ ] Bombardier (Reroll missed bomb dice when dropping bombs) 1/2þ
[ ] Attendants (Hold 3 and spend one to add 1 to all End Of Night rolls. Can be used for the same character multiple times) 1/2þ
[ ] Fixers (Advantage to Get Stuff and Sell Stuff, and I'm not using the secondary roll they have RAW cause it's broken) 1þ
[ ] Save Your Cash
Oh also, you're gonna need to roll Get Stuff to find whatever you choose.
I think we should clear out, after the shouting match last time we tried negotiating with the base commander.
[X] Leave town, move on to the next one
[X] Mechanic (Hold 2 per routine. Spend to Fix a Vital Part, Repair All Strain Damage, Reduce an Upgrade's Cost By 1þ) 1/2þ
So far our planes have come back pretty beat up, and a Mechanic is 1/4 the cost of a doctor. Feels like a better way to get a feel for having employees.
[X] Leave town, move on to the next one
[X] Mechanic (Hold 2 per routine. Spend to Fix a Vital Part, Repair All Strain Damage, Reduce an Upgrade's Cost By 1þ) 1/2þ
So far our planes have come back pretty beat up, and a Mechanic is 1/4 the cost of a doctor. Feels like a better way to get a feel for having employees.
[X] Plan: New Plane Soon
- [X] Doctor
- [X] Mechanic
- [X] Observer
A Doctor, because people keep getting hurt and that's expensive.
A Mechanic, because planes keep getting damaged and that's expensive.
An Observer, to take the back seat on Edgar's plane and give him a consistent second gun.
This assumes we'll spend remaining money on buying a new plane to fly.
Rules note: Best to have two 1/2þ employees, because you round up.
- [X] Doctor
- [X] Mechanic
- [X] Observer
A Doctor, because people keep getting hurt and that's expensive.
A Mechanic, because planes keep getting damaged and that's expensive.
An Observer, to take the back seat on Edgar's plane and give him a consistent second gun.
This assumes we'll spend remaining money on buying a new plane to fly.
Rules note: Best to have two 1/2þ employees, because you round up.
[X] Plan: New Plane Soon
I agree with all facets of this plan.
[X] Leave town, move on to the next one
I agree with all facets of this plan.
[X] Leave town, move on to the next one
- Location
- Earth, probably.
- Pronouns
- None/Any
[X] Leave town, move on to the next one
[X] Plan: New Plane Soon
I agree with Tetragramm on all points. I have a feeling we're going to be very annoying for the Doctor and Mechanic~
[X] Plan: New Plane Soon
I agree with Tetragramm on all points. I have a feeling we're going to be very annoying for the Doctor and Mechanic~
8-5 Growing Company
- Location
- 100 Meters From Your Location
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Plan: New Plane Soon
[X] Leave town, move on to the next one
"Alright, yeah, we should get out of here, even I'm getting cramped." You responded almost offhandedly, cutting the lamb sausage you bought for breakfast this morning.
"Alright, I can get the gas bags full in an hour or so." Riya said, almost immediately moving for the door before turning around. "Have you given anymore thought to hiring some folks to help on the ground?" She asked next.
"Yeah, actually. So, it seems like we have three issues. The fact we keep almost dying, which is really eating into the budget, the fact our planes' vital parts keep getting fucked up, which is eating into the budget, and the fact I'm gonna be out of Edgar's gunner seat soon and he's gonna have no one." You responded, looking over at Edgar, who was currently balancing the books at the table you were eating breakfast at. He looked up at you.
"That's a lot of people to be bringing along." He just said.
"Well it's not like we have to house them, that's why we're paying them. We've got like thirty-five Thaler, right?" You waved dismissively.
"We have twenty-nine Thaler gross, but after Riya's medical bills, a new radiator, new control wires, patching our planes, maintaining our planes, new ammo boxes, and lifestyle-"
"Please just tell us how much we have." Riya begged Edgar.
"We'll have sixteen Thaler left, and I haven't even accounted for insubstantial costs yet." Edgar said. "Look, everything goes according to plan, we still pay seven Thaler a mission. And things never go according to plan. And a doctor, mechanic, and gunner on payroll would be… like another three. Are you fine with the bottom line being ten Thaler before repairs?"
"Yeah." You responded immediately. "Well, wait, have already paid to replace the broken parts of your plane?"
"No, not yet, I was planning to today."
"Well, how about we just put a mechanic on payroll and have them repair your damaged parts?" You offered. He pondered that for a moment.
"Alright, yeah, that would work." He said.
"I mean we're literally paying more to pay less. Mechanic takes care of repairs, doctor takes care of injury, gunner helps to make sure you don't have to deal with repairs." You said, standing up. "There's always people looking for work, I mean look at us, I bet I could hire some people today."
"I'll get the balloon prepped?" Riya said, slowly moving towards the door.
"Sounds good. I'll go ask around to see if anyone wants to leave." You said, walking towards the door as well.
"I trust your judgement, see you soon." Edgar called after you.
Given that you were already in the airstrip, you approached the issue of a mechanic first by walking over to one of the hangers where a several people were working on a combat airplane you'd seen flying around a few times, part of the base's own defensive force. You weren't really sure how to approach the subject of hiring out a mechanic, so you just kind of asked them individually if they would be willing to get a contract with a flying circus today.
"Wait, seriously? You guys are hiring?" Literally the first person you spoke to said, a woman with blonde hair quite a bit older than you, but not yet middle aged.
"Yeah, what's your name?" You asked, extending your hand for a how-do-you-do type thing.
"I'm Joli. I don't have formal schooling, but I've worked hangers since I was fifteen." She claimed.
"And how old are you how?" You asked next.
"Twenty eight." The fact she was ten years older than you, and you didn't really think of her as middle aged really put in perspective how young you really were.
"Huh. Wow. So, you like your job then?"
"Being a mechanic? Sure. I love making things work. Not a fan of this place though, I've been here a few months and it's just not for me." She said, shaking her head discussing her job.
"Hey, Joli, the engine?" One of the other mechanics asked, motioning towards the aircraft.
"Nah, I'm gonna work for a circus now." She said without even turning around. You heard a breathy "fucking hell" from one of the other mechanics. "So, do you need me to do anything to prove myself?" She asked, nearly mockingly, but with enough absence of emotion to not seem like it.
"…well, yeah, actually, do you think you could take a look at one of our planes?" You asked, pointing to another one of the hangers where the Osprey was.
"Alright, yeah. I work out repairs to nothing on your end, and you hire me?" She said, walking over to the hanger and peering inside, seeing the tattered remains of Edgar's plane, not smoking, but might as well be. "Oh shit. Alright, yeah, give me an hour and I'll give a full report. And if I do well you'll put me on full time?" She asked, turning back to you.
"Yeah, that sounds fair." You responded. "You know to pack light, right?" You asked, feeling nearly like you weren't even leading the interview anymore.
"Yeah, twenty-five kilos of luggage, right?" She asked while already looking at the holed radiator sticking out of the engine.
"That's… yeah, that's right. See you in an hour then." You said, walking away towards the base proper.
You decided to look for a doctor next, so you went to the medical tent where you and Riya were both treated, seeing the female doctor that treated you both, a woman at least forty that seemed to be perpetually smoking when not doing something else, standing outside of the tent, most likely on break. You approached her.
"Hey! Uh, so, I know this is probably going to be a long shot, but how would you like to be hired onto us full time?" You asked, a little sheepish after that last interaction.
"Two Thaler per mission, regardless of if anyone gets hurt, but I patch up anyone for no charge. I'll buy my own materials." She immediately said.
"I-… wow, really? Just like that?" You said, a little confused.
"If you'll pay me more than this place, and have a substantially less misogynistic working environment considering two out of three of my employers are young women in a flying circus, then I will join your company. When can I leave?"
"Well-… uh, we're leaving town later today." You awkwardly said, not very used to people being this assertive around you as a pilot.
"Great. I'll get packing. I assume the fact I kept you alive while recovering from what should have been a fatal brain injury, and treating two high caliber gunshot wounds to your friend's intestines that also should have been fatal should be enough to demonstrate my ability?" She said quickly, waiting for an answer. "How about I just come by the airfield in two hours with my bag packed and you can tell me if your friends agree to hire me?"
"Yeah, that works for me- wait, I didn't get your name?" You asked this statement.
"My name is Dr. Elizabeth Becker. If I'm going to be working for you, you can call me Liz." There was a pause as she shook your hand. "That was a joke. Please call me Dr. Becker."
You hit the bar next to find someone to hire. You spoke to the bartender to ask where you could look to find someone to hire. He asked what you were looking for, and you said an observer role for a fighter. It turned out they had a very efficient way to find people employees. He held up two large metal bowls and clapped them together to get everyone's attention, and yelled that this young woman is looking to hire an observer for a light fighter. Everyone immediately went back to their drinks, but a few minutes later while waiting, a young man in a set of flying leathers, with a lot of messy brown hair tied back into a ponytail walked up to you, smiling. He didn't look much older than you, if even.
"Hi there! I'm Alex!" He yelled over the noisy bar in a clearly northwestern accent. Finally. Someone you could play cool with.
"You looking to be hired?" You asked loudly. He nodded. You smiled back at him. "Come with me!" You said while getting off your barstool and walking to a private booth. You slid in, and once he was inside used a small concentrated air spell to blow the curtains closed. The acoustics thankfully made it significantly quieter in here.
"I don't have real combat experience, but I can shoot a gun! The kobolds up in Loring wouldn't stop fucking with the cows, I was scaring them off every day since I was eight." He immediately said. A childhood spent disrespecting the fae. Alright, not off to a great start but he seems to be past that.
"Are you willing to leave today?" You asked first.
"Absolutely. I've always wanted to join a circus." The smile on his face never faded.
"How old are you?"
"Nineteen next month."
"There's an ongoing twenty-five kilogram allowance for luggage, does that work for you?"
"Absolutely, I've been on the winds since leaving home, I know the drill."
"We'll keep you-… no, that's not fair. Come to the airstrip packed and ready in an hour, and we'll have an answer for you then." You said, smiling and extending a hand toward him.
"Good enough for me! Thanks for the opportunity anyway." He responded, shaking your hand.
"So, I don't really know how the wings didn't fall off when you landed. The canvas was honestly the only thing keeping it together. I went ahead and replaced the missing control wires cause I know these jerks would have charged a Thaler to fix the issue. The radiator's a lost cause though, I can't just patch that, we're going need parts for repairs. I can go ahead and fix up the structural damage right away if you want." Joli explained, reading off her clipboard. She'd already repositioned the plane onto a set of rollers on the ground, and the wings were covered in chalk markings, probably to mark impact points or breaks. "Look, I can get my bag packed in twenty if you're ready to hire me. I'll get to work literally as soon as you do and it'll be flight worthy by four in the afternoon."
[ ] Write in who you want to hire, you can just say all three.
[X] Leave town, move on to the next one
"Alright, yeah, we should get out of here, even I'm getting cramped." You responded almost offhandedly, cutting the lamb sausage you bought for breakfast this morning.
"Alright, I can get the gas bags full in an hour or so." Riya said, almost immediately moving for the door before turning around. "Have you given anymore thought to hiring some folks to help on the ground?" She asked next.
"Yeah, actually. So, it seems like we have three issues. The fact we keep almost dying, which is really eating into the budget, the fact our planes' vital parts keep getting fucked up, which is eating into the budget, and the fact I'm gonna be out of Edgar's gunner seat soon and he's gonna have no one." You responded, looking over at Edgar, who was currently balancing the books at the table you were eating breakfast at. He looked up at you.
"That's a lot of people to be bringing along." He just said.
"Well it's not like we have to house them, that's why we're paying them. We've got like thirty-five Thaler, right?" You waved dismissively.
"We have twenty-nine Thaler gross, but after Riya's medical bills, a new radiator, new control wires, patching our planes, maintaining our planes, new ammo boxes, and lifestyle-"
"Please just tell us how much we have." Riya begged Edgar.
"We'll have sixteen Thaler left, and I haven't even accounted for insubstantial costs yet." Edgar said. "Look, everything goes according to plan, we still pay seven Thaler a mission. And things never go according to plan. And a doctor, mechanic, and gunner on payroll would be… like another three. Are you fine with the bottom line being ten Thaler before repairs?"
"Yeah." You responded immediately. "Well, wait, have already paid to replace the broken parts of your plane?"
"No, not yet, I was planning to today."
"Well, how about we just put a mechanic on payroll and have them repair your damaged parts?" You offered. He pondered that for a moment.
"Alright, yeah, that would work." He said.
"I mean we're literally paying more to pay less. Mechanic takes care of repairs, doctor takes care of injury, gunner helps to make sure you don't have to deal with repairs." You said, standing up. "There's always people looking for work, I mean look at us, I bet I could hire some people today."
"I'll get the balloon prepped?" Riya said, slowly moving towards the door.
"Sounds good. I'll go ask around to see if anyone wants to leave." You said, walking towards the door as well.
"I trust your judgement, see you soon." Edgar called after you.
Given that you were already in the airstrip, you approached the issue of a mechanic first by walking over to one of the hangers where a several people were working on a combat airplane you'd seen flying around a few times, part of the base's own defensive force. You weren't really sure how to approach the subject of hiring out a mechanic, so you just kind of asked them individually if they would be willing to get a contract with a flying circus today.
"Wait, seriously? You guys are hiring?" Literally the first person you spoke to said, a woman with blonde hair quite a bit older than you, but not yet middle aged.
"Yeah, what's your name?" You asked, extending your hand for a how-do-you-do type thing.
"I'm Joli. I don't have formal schooling, but I've worked hangers since I was fifteen." She claimed.
"And how old are you how?" You asked next.
"Twenty eight." The fact she was ten years older than you, and you didn't really think of her as middle aged really put in perspective how young you really were.
"Huh. Wow. So, you like your job then?"
"Being a mechanic? Sure. I love making things work. Not a fan of this place though, I've been here a few months and it's just not for me." She said, shaking her head discussing her job.
"Hey, Joli, the engine?" One of the other mechanics asked, motioning towards the aircraft.
"Nah, I'm gonna work for a circus now." She said without even turning around. You heard a breathy "fucking hell" from one of the other mechanics. "So, do you need me to do anything to prove myself?" She asked, nearly mockingly, but with enough absence of emotion to not seem like it.
"…well, yeah, actually, do you think you could take a look at one of our planes?" You asked, pointing to another one of the hangers where the Osprey was.
"Alright, yeah. I work out repairs to nothing on your end, and you hire me?" She said, walking over to the hanger and peering inside, seeing the tattered remains of Edgar's plane, not smoking, but might as well be. "Oh shit. Alright, yeah, give me an hour and I'll give a full report. And if I do well you'll put me on full time?" She asked, turning back to you.
"Yeah, that sounds fair." You responded. "You know to pack light, right?" You asked, feeling nearly like you weren't even leading the interview anymore.
"Yeah, twenty-five kilos of luggage, right?" She asked while already looking at the holed radiator sticking out of the engine.
"That's… yeah, that's right. See you in an hour then." You said, walking away towards the base proper.
You decided to look for a doctor next, so you went to the medical tent where you and Riya were both treated, seeing the female doctor that treated you both, a woman at least forty that seemed to be perpetually smoking when not doing something else, standing outside of the tent, most likely on break. You approached her.
"Hey! Uh, so, I know this is probably going to be a long shot, but how would you like to be hired onto us full time?" You asked, a little sheepish after that last interaction.
"Two Thaler per mission, regardless of if anyone gets hurt, but I patch up anyone for no charge. I'll buy my own materials." She immediately said.
"I-… wow, really? Just like that?" You said, a little confused.
"If you'll pay me more than this place, and have a substantially less misogynistic working environment considering two out of three of my employers are young women in a flying circus, then I will join your company. When can I leave?"
"Well-… uh, we're leaving town later today." You awkwardly said, not very used to people being this assertive around you as a pilot.
"Great. I'll get packing. I assume the fact I kept you alive while recovering from what should have been a fatal brain injury, and treating two high caliber gunshot wounds to your friend's intestines that also should have been fatal should be enough to demonstrate my ability?" She said quickly, waiting for an answer. "How about I just come by the airfield in two hours with my bag packed and you can tell me if your friends agree to hire me?"
"Yeah, that works for me- wait, I didn't get your name?" You asked this statement.
"My name is Dr. Elizabeth Becker. If I'm going to be working for you, you can call me Liz." There was a pause as she shook your hand. "That was a joke. Please call me Dr. Becker."
You hit the bar next to find someone to hire. You spoke to the bartender to ask where you could look to find someone to hire. He asked what you were looking for, and you said an observer role for a fighter. It turned out they had a very efficient way to find people employees. He held up two large metal bowls and clapped them together to get everyone's attention, and yelled that this young woman is looking to hire an observer for a light fighter. Everyone immediately went back to their drinks, but a few minutes later while waiting, a young man in a set of flying leathers, with a lot of messy brown hair tied back into a ponytail walked up to you, smiling. He didn't look much older than you, if even.
"Hi there! I'm Alex!" He yelled over the noisy bar in a clearly northwestern accent. Finally. Someone you could play cool with.
"You looking to be hired?" You asked loudly. He nodded. You smiled back at him. "Come with me!" You said while getting off your barstool and walking to a private booth. You slid in, and once he was inside used a small concentrated air spell to blow the curtains closed. The acoustics thankfully made it significantly quieter in here.
"I don't have real combat experience, but I can shoot a gun! The kobolds up in Loring wouldn't stop fucking with the cows, I was scaring them off every day since I was eight." He immediately said. A childhood spent disrespecting the fae. Alright, not off to a great start but he seems to be past that.
"Are you willing to leave today?" You asked first.
"Absolutely. I've always wanted to join a circus." The smile on his face never faded.
"How old are you?"
"Nineteen next month."
"There's an ongoing twenty-five kilogram allowance for luggage, does that work for you?"
"Absolutely, I've been on the winds since leaving home, I know the drill."
"We'll keep you-… no, that's not fair. Come to the airstrip packed and ready in an hour, and we'll have an answer for you then." You said, smiling and extending a hand toward him.
"Good enough for me! Thanks for the opportunity anyway." He responded, shaking your hand.
"So, I don't really know how the wings didn't fall off when you landed. The canvas was honestly the only thing keeping it together. I went ahead and replaced the missing control wires cause I know these jerks would have charged a Thaler to fix the issue. The radiator's a lost cause though, I can't just patch that, we're going need parts for repairs. I can go ahead and fix up the structural damage right away if you want." Joli explained, reading off her clipboard. She'd already repositioned the plane onto a set of rollers on the ground, and the wings were covered in chalk markings, probably to mark impact points or breaks. "Look, I can get my bag packed in twenty if you're ready to hire me. I'll get to work literally as soon as you do and it'll be flight worthy by four in the afternoon."
[ ] Write in who you want to hire, you can just say all three.
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[X] All Three
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lol, I love the new hires @Texas Red! I've got to ask, is Dr: Becker an allusion to the old tv Show Becker? If so, bravo!
[X] All Three
Putting this out in the universe: our eventual new plane should have Scatter guns cause our hard stat is poop. the Cheetal fighter is a sky born plane that comes with 4 scatter guns, and the Mitscher IG J-79SF is a farmer plane w/1 scatter gun
Also also: it is my under standings that Gunther the Familiar is a confidant (spending time w/them eats a stress), but what should it take to train them as an Assistant? We have been biffing it with the end of night rolls, and I missed the voting on hiring new staff
[X] All Three
Putting this out in the universe: our eventual new plane should have Scatter guns cause our hard stat is poop. the Cheetal fighter is a sky born plane that comes with 4 scatter guns, and the Mitscher IG J-79SF is a farmer plane w/1 scatter gun
Also also: it is my under standings that Gunther the Familiar is a confidant (spending time w/them eats a stress), but what should it take to train them as an Assistant? We have been biffing it with the end of night rolls, and I missed the voting on hiring new staff
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It's not, I came up with it on a whim. If anything she's inspired by Dr. House cause I keep seeing clips of it on YouTube with no context.
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- Salt Lake Ciy, UT
Lol, fair! Becker stared Ted Danson and the title character and was basically Cheers but in a Doctors office. Becker was grumby and snide, so a proto Dr. House but not a Sherlock Holmes pastiche
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I had no idea this even existed before today.
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Try as you might I don't think you can train a bird to do your laundry or your taxes, unfortunately. Plus, like, how could you pay him? He doesn't really understand money.
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Lol, you and your damn logic!
[X] All Three
I love them all as characters ^..^
I love them all as characters ^..^
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[X] All Three
"You can have it ready by four?" You asked, looking at the disaster of an aircraft sitting there.
"Theres only six breaks in the spars, they're just in bad places." She said, vaguely motioning towards the aircraft. "Look, we mechanics scam the shit out of you on a daily basis cause you pay for it, and it barely affects your budget. But if I'm on payroll, I'm not paid for my time in the hanger, I get a salary. So yes, I'll fix a plane in a day or work harder so I can drink earlier." She explained further. "Anyway, your friend came by, Egan, I think, I got a copy of your maintenance budget, and the extra wood and canvas needed to fix the plane shouldn't put you over. Well, other than the fucked radiator." It seemed like she really liked talking about mechanic stuff. You honestly liked listening.
"Alright, great, yeah, you're hired." You said with a small laugh. Wow, why didn't you hire your own mechanic sooner?
"Alright, you got it boss." She said, before turning around to work on the plane.
After discussing with the others, you decided to hire the other two. Alex was the most contentious, given he seemed to have the least working experience, but you thought he had a good heart, so you convinced the others to let him come along. Dr. Becker and Alex eventually arrived at the airfield packed, you informed them both they were hired. Alex just had a small bag, not much larger than your satchel, along with a bolt action rifle. Dr. Becker on the other hand carried a fairly large suitcase and was only armed with a Healer's Heart patch on the shoulder of her jacket to signify she was a doctor, a heart split in two with the right side blue, while the other was white. No one shot at doctors. If not for simple principle, they could be put to work for you if you captured them, so killing them was a lose-lose.
Joli said she was done by three-thirty in the afternoon, so you loaded up your things, she grabbed her napsack and toolbox from her old locker, and was ready to leave by four. Your three new employees piled onto the airship, and after getting an attendant to spin Edgar's prop, you took off and headed west towards a town Riya said she heard other pilots speak about. The town was… a bit fanatical, apparently, located in the eastern foothills of the Fokker mountains, which already wasn't a great start. Communities in those regions tended to be people with ideologies that didn't fit into the old world, and essentially exiled themselves to the lands between cities in the flatlands and the uninhabitable mountains above. You didn't ask exactly what they were all about, but in any case they would be in all likelihood some radical group it would be unwise to challenge the beliefs of.
This is gonna be a bit different for choosing the town! I decided I wanted to base the town off the Believer playbook, so you guys are gonna create the ideology. Vote on two of the options for convictions presented, and the two with the most votes by the end will be the ideology of the town! They might be pretty vague, but I'll fill in the blanks as that's kind of my thing here. Remember, all of these things have a tag at the end that says "to the extreme" or "by any means necessary" because the whole point of believers is that they're radical. Also, this place could be radically shitty in its ideology. It's not you guys that have this ideology, it's what you want to see the characters discover and/or challenge.
[ ] Faith is the path to salvation (Probably a cult or just really intense religious group)
[ ] Everything must be shared equally (Insert 2017 base boosted Soviet anthem meme)
[ ] All must be equal before the law (Intense about justice, and you'll probably not be safe from the law just cause you throw around money)
[ ] Abolish all hierarchy (All power structures are inherently parasitic)
[ ] Nature is to be respected above all (Somewhere between hippies and Ted Kazinsky)
[ ] Prepare for when it gets worse (Doomsday preppers who are prepping for a worse apocalypse)
[ ] Heroes are born, not made ("Great Man" theory)
[ ] Personal freedom is paramount (Free market forever, probably)
[ ] Our first duty is to ourselves ("Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?")
[ ] Trust people, not magic (Fuck you Hilda🖕)
[ ] Write in your own.
"You can have it ready by four?" You asked, looking at the disaster of an aircraft sitting there.
"Theres only six breaks in the spars, they're just in bad places." She said, vaguely motioning towards the aircraft. "Look, we mechanics scam the shit out of you on a daily basis cause you pay for it, and it barely affects your budget. But if I'm on payroll, I'm not paid for my time in the hanger, I get a salary. So yes, I'll fix a plane in a day or work harder so I can drink earlier." She explained further. "Anyway, your friend came by, Egan, I think, I got a copy of your maintenance budget, and the extra wood and canvas needed to fix the plane shouldn't put you over. Well, other than the fucked radiator." It seemed like she really liked talking about mechanic stuff. You honestly liked listening.
"Alright, great, yeah, you're hired." You said with a small laugh. Wow, why didn't you hire your own mechanic sooner?
"Alright, you got it boss." She said, before turning around to work on the plane.
After discussing with the others, you decided to hire the other two. Alex was the most contentious, given he seemed to have the least working experience, but you thought he had a good heart, so you convinced the others to let him come along. Dr. Becker and Alex eventually arrived at the airfield packed, you informed them both they were hired. Alex just had a small bag, not much larger than your satchel, along with a bolt action rifle. Dr. Becker on the other hand carried a fairly large suitcase and was only armed with a Healer's Heart patch on the shoulder of her jacket to signify she was a doctor, a heart split in two with the right side blue, while the other was white. No one shot at doctors. If not for simple principle, they could be put to work for you if you captured them, so killing them was a lose-lose.
Joli said she was done by three-thirty in the afternoon, so you loaded up your things, she grabbed her napsack and toolbox from her old locker, and was ready to leave by four. Your three new employees piled onto the airship, and after getting an attendant to spin Edgar's prop, you took off and headed west towards a town Riya said she heard other pilots speak about. The town was… a bit fanatical, apparently, located in the eastern foothills of the Fokker mountains, which already wasn't a great start. Communities in those regions tended to be people with ideologies that didn't fit into the old world, and essentially exiled themselves to the lands between cities in the flatlands and the uninhabitable mountains above. You didn't ask exactly what they were all about, but in any case they would be in all likelihood some radical group it would be unwise to challenge the beliefs of.
This is gonna be a bit different for choosing the town! I decided I wanted to base the town off the Believer playbook, so you guys are gonna create the ideology. Vote on two of the options for convictions presented, and the two with the most votes by the end will be the ideology of the town! They might be pretty vague, but I'll fill in the blanks as that's kind of my thing here. Remember, all of these things have a tag at the end that says "to the extreme" or "by any means necessary" because the whole point of believers is that they're radical. Also, this place could be radically shitty in its ideology. It's not you guys that have this ideology, it's what you want to see the characters discover and/or challenge.
[ ] Faith is the path to salvation (Probably a cult or just really intense religious group)
[ ] Everything must be shared equally (Insert 2017 base boosted Soviet anthem meme)
[ ] All must be equal before the law (Intense about justice, and you'll probably not be safe from the law just cause you throw around money)
[ ] Abolish all hierarchy (All power structures are inherently parasitic)
[ ] Nature is to be respected above all (Somewhere between hippies and Ted Kazinsky)
[ ] Prepare for when it gets worse (Doomsday preppers who are prepping for a worse apocalypse)
[ ] Heroes are born, not made ("Great Man" theory)
[ ] Personal freedom is paramount (Free market forever, probably)
[ ] Our first duty is to ourselves ("Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?")
[ ] Trust people, not magic (Fuck you Hilda🖕)
[ ] Write in your own.
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