SeQuester
Novice explorer
- Location
- Russia
- Pronouns
- He/His
Alright! Then...
>PRODUCTION Room. (Employee D. 12 E-Energy should be processed.)
>End shift.
NOW HIRING: Another LC-Inspired Monster Facility Management Quest
- Thread starter FishFish
- Start date
- Original Crossover
>PRODUCTION Room. (Employee D. 12 E-Energy should be processed.)
>End shift.
>PRODUCTION ROOM (Employee D. 12 E-Energy should be processed)
>Work Order: B, Entertain Hard Times. Perhaps a nice Bong Bong chat would help it's mood
>Work Order: E, Entertain Atom Baby. Go ahead, since you asked nicely.
>End Shift
I don't think it would hurt to squeeze out some extra energy, though I'm fine with just skipping to PRODUCTION and the end if others think it's too risky. I also want to know what one of B's traits is.
>Work Order: B, Entertain Hard Times. Perhaps a nice Bong Bong chat would help it's mood
>Work Order: E, Entertain Atom Baby. Go ahead, since you asked nicely.
>End Shift
I don't think it would hurt to squeeze out some extra energy, though I'm fine with just skipping to PRODUCTION and the end if others think it's too risky. I also want to know what one of B's traits is.
Seams of Reality
Prisoner of Fate
- Location
- The Gap Between Realities
Atom Baby's probably going to kill E, since the voice was apparently a "lure", y'know.
That is very much a fair concern. Perhaps just the B Entertain work? I doubt Hard Times can kill too easily after it got loosened up
>PRODUCTION ROOM (Employee D. 12 E-Energy should be processed)
>Work Order: B, Entertain Hard Times. Perhaps a nice Bong Bong chat would help it's mood
>Work Order: E, Entertain Atom Baby. Go ahead, since you asked nicely.
>End Shift
This may be a bit greedy but hey we don't know how far we can push until we try
>Work Order: B, Entertain Hard Times. Perhaps a nice Bong Bong chat would help it's mood
>Work Order: E, Entertain Atom Baby. Go ahead, since you asked nicely.
>End Shift
This may be a bit greedy but hey we don't know how far we can push until we try
>Work Order: B, Entertain Hard Times. Perhaps a nice Bong Bong chat would help it's mood. Try retrieving the folder-containment cube.
>Work Order: E, Entertain Atom Baby. Go ahead, since you asked nicely.
Don't want an incident to happen so doing PRODUCTION on Hour 4. Slightly worried that B might die with the work orders, but we can't do much for Hard Times without parts so that's that.
>Work Order: C, Examine the Walking Lightning Oddity. Use protective equipment and see what the oddity is. Make sure it doesn't escape again.
>Try going down with the elevators outside Control.
Checking actions.
>Work Order: E, Entertain Atom Baby. Go ahead, since you asked nicely.
Don't want an incident to happen so doing PRODUCTION on Hour 4. Slightly worried that B might die with the work orders, but we can't do much for Hard Times without parts so that's that.
>Work Order: C, Examine the Walking Lightning Oddity. Use protective equipment and see what the oddity is. Make sure it doesn't escape again.
>Try going down with the elevators outside Control.
Checking actions.
Seams of Reality
Prisoner of Fate
- Location
- The Gap Between Realities
We still don't know why ABB is called that, but I think we're about to find out (I wonder if it's like Teddy Bear)
As for Hard Times... well it can't hurt, can it? (Yes, yes it can.)
Wonder why it's called Walking Lightning.
As for Hard Times... well it can't hurt, can it? (Yes, yes it can.)
Wonder why it's called Walking Lightning.
Kalibrius
God of reflection
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
Lightning elemental entity most likely
Could be a raiju
Could be a robot with electric powers
Mayhaps a litteral lightning bolt shaped as a walking creature
Or something we have no idea about
We only know a few things
1 bright as heck enough to require specialized glasses to look at it
2 it can zap us
3 it can walk and move
4 it's full power is likely to kill everyone in the facility
Could be a raiju
Could be a robot with electric powers
Mayhaps a litteral lightning bolt shaped as a walking creature
Or something we have no idea about
We only know a few things
1 bright as heck enough to require specialized glasses to look at it
2 it can zap us
3 it can walk and move
4 it's full power is likely to kill everyone in the facility
Maybe it's like that one thing from Metro Exodus? That's all I could guess, really.
Seams of Reality
Prisoner of Fate
- Location
- The Gap Between Realities
a maybe for both of those, also I've never played Metro Exodus
But ABB looks kinda like a weird mix between We Can Change Anything and Blue Star
But ABB looks kinda like a weird mix between We Can Change Anything and Blue Star
Shift 1 - Hour 3 (WHO ARE YOU?)
>PRODUCTION ROOM (Employee D. 12 E-Energy should be processed.)
[AUDIO ONLY]
D: Gee, it sure is boring around here...
D: Can we go out for BeetleBurgers or something? The room is boring...
beep
A solitary chuckle from E.
E: Sounds like later.
D: Seriously?
D: Ugh, fine. I'm working then.
D: Guess there really is a guy up there in the control room.
A: No kidding.
D: So how does this-
You hear the distant rumbling of pipework beneath your feet...
Several crisp plastic things tumble out into the break room.
D: Oh.
D: 12.
B: Booooong.
D: Well, I'm not sitting around and grinding my teeth with you losers. Peace, peace!
D exits the break room.
C: She is indebted with... $50 dollars.
A: Dumbass kid.
PRODUCTION A: Terminal 00 Radio - think
The camera feed switches again to the interior of that room...
I can't let you look there. Sorry.
... with the usual alarming black and red bars still covering the entire screen, twitching like nerves.
Employee D enters the PRODUCTION room, carrying several packets of E-Energy.
D: What the hell is with all this trash?
The airlock bolts itself shut behind her.
Removing biological matter clots...
Refreshing circulation pipes...
Checking leg status...
Shattering the ego...
Establishing neuronal connections...
Improving schematics towards probe survivability...
Analyzing decomposition rate...
Optimizing cognitive parameters...
Initialization... OK.
PRODUCTION begins.
The Work Order for PRODUCTION has been completed.
PRODUCT Count: +4 Boxes
Quota fulfilled! You may now end the workday.
Employee Aspects ALTERED:
Employee D - "Triple-Digits" and Glass Jaw -> A HEADACHE (Your skull feels like it's about to break apart... Something primal is shifting within you...)
The lackadaisical lady stumbles out of the PRODUCTION room and stares at the opposite wall in distant horror. Her albino white skin somehow looks even paler than usual. A trickle of blood runs from her nose, then the red waterfall starts staining her entire suit, and Employee D collapses in the middle of the hall.
You ping Employee A immediately. She sets out at a hurried clip.
A: Hoo boy. I leave you for a second and...
A: Huh.
A: ED! GET OVER HERE!
>Work Order: B, Entertain Hard Times. Perhaps a nice Bong Bong chat would help its mood.
[AUDIO ONLY]
beep
The guitar stops playing.
B: Bongbong, bong bongbong.
B: Bong.
C: Farewell Miss Smith.
B: Bong..?
Employee B is NOT wearing The Tie when she comes out of the break room.
Employee B passes by the commotion in the hallway. Employee A is looking for something in her doctor's bag while Employee E is stabilizing Employee D's head as she rests against the wall.
B: Bong, bong bong?
A: I'm stabilizing her. Go away.
E remains focused on the task.
D: Bleeeh.
B: Booooooooooooong...
Employee B enters the containment cell.
She gives a friendly wave towards the still machine.
B: Bong.
B: Bong bong bongbong?
B: Bong bong bong bong bong bongbongbongbong, bong?
B smiles at the anomaly.
B: Bong bongbong bong bong, bong bong bong bongbong..?
B: Bong bong bongbong bong, bong bong?
A sudden flash of vicious red emits from the vents in the locker body.
FOREIGN THREAT DETECTED.
The rusting hulk rears back for a heavy punch...
But misses as its own joints fail, as Employee B takes a quick step back.
The hulking wreck collapses to its knees with a terrible screech of metal.
Powering down - charging up -
The machine remains still.
Employee B runs out of the containment cell.
Employee B takes a moment to breathe in, breathe out...
The Work Order on Hard Times has been completed.
Type: Entertain
Work Result: Bad
E-Energy Generated: +3/???
DT-C Energy Generated: +1
Anomaly Mood: ???
Employee Morale: Bong -> Bong.
Employee Aspect Revealed:
Employee B - Out-of-Towner (Foster+, Enable-, Entertain-,Mental- COOL-, Attack Avoidance- Threat+, Not from these parts, I take it?)
Work Notes - Employee B:
- That swing would have killed me in one fucking shot.
- I'm not dying on my first day on the job. I promised.
- This anomaly seems to react to certain triggers. Maybe "kill" was the phrase? Could be threatening behaviors in general.
- By the way, you guys are complete and total weirdos. (Hey.)
It seems there are two states: powered and unpowered. Maybe the work results change as well?
Also, be sure give Chardy a bonus or at least a high five later.
>Work Order: E, Entertain Atom Baby. Go ahead, since you asked nicely.
Employee D has her head buried in a police-grade silk handkerchief. Employee A keeps correcting her posture to lean forward.
beep
E: You ladies are going to be alright?
A: Go ahead, Ed. Stop fidgeting, you.
D gives a half-hearted thumbs up.
Employee E enters the containment cell.
ANOMALY: - accessing user database -
ANOMALY: Hello, Edward~
E: That's funny. I don't think I properly introduced myself.
E takes an exaggerated bow.
E: Edward Sobchak, at your service.
ANOMALY: - generating appeal -
The anomaly fidgets in place.
ANOMALY: Ohhhhh geez.
E: It's fine.
E: Wasn't there something you wanted to show me?
ANOMALY: Oh yes! Yes! Yes!
The anomaly taps its foot, a rapid rhythm being set...
It rears up on its back sets of legs...
And it begins to rushing around the room in a flurry of limbs and motion!
Dance! Spin! Make holes! Spin! Dance!
(You're getting nauseous from looking through the crappy camera quality, so you look away for a bit.)
The anomaly takes a spinning leap through the air and lands on Employee E's head, balancing perfectly on one leg.
It looks a little dented from the performance. Blood runs like tears from between its platings.
There's a small, genuine grin on Ed's face.
ANOMALY: Hey Ed?
E: Yes?
ANOMALY: Can you tell me about ***?
E looks really confused for a moment.
E: You mean, "fun," right?
E: This was pretty fun.
The anomaly quietly bleeds.
ANOMALY: Can you answer me this?
ANOMALY: Is this love?
ANOMALY: Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Is this-
E: I don't think so...
E: But this was very, very impressive.
- only so much one can give before -
ANOMALY: - reciprocating response -
ANOMALY: I don't know either.
The anomaly hops off.
ANOMALY: I'm tired~
ANOMALY: Please come again~
Employee E stares at the robot as if expecting something.
It tilts its head in response.
Employee E shrugs, turns, and waves goodbye.
ANOMALY: Don't be a stranger~
Employee E exits the containment cell.
The anomaly folds onto itself, as if sleeping.
- entering repair mode -
The Work Order on ATOM BOMB BABY has been completed.
Type: Entertain
Work Result: Good
E-Energy Generated: +15/??? Overloading detected...
Anomaly Mood: Intrigued -> Content.
Employee Morale: Amused -> GOOD FEELING.
Employee Aspect Revealed: N/A
Employee State Altered:
Employee E - GOOD FEELING (Maximizes employee morale, ???, Duration: 1 hour)
Work Notes - Employee E:
- So much for that mysterious fee Aleth mentioned. Normally R Company robots are literally built to wring you out for your sweet, sweet lucre. Maybe that's why it's an anomaly, eh?
- It's impossibly light. If I hold my hand out, it could put its entire weight on it and not crush me. That's how it dances so well - not limited by gravity, you see.
- I like women with faces and arms just like everyone else, but I can take on the entire fucking world right about now. Something's just plain good about this feeling it gave me.
Definitely appreciates only certain types of company.
>End Shift.
CONTROL ROOM THEME: Lone Survivor OST - Home (Extended)
You look around for a button that says "END SHIFT." Dude. You locate the red button again and smack it with a meaty thwack.
A pleasant chime over the intercoms signals the end of the day. You feel satisfied with today's results, as bizarre as they may be. You sit back into your crummy folding chair and close your eyes, letting the cold light of the computer wash over you...
There's a knock at the airlock.
"Hey, Overseer! Hey, Manager! You kicking in there?" It's Ed. "I got the two containment cubes you wanted. Should I just leave it out here or?"
>Come on in, Edward.
You open the airlock door. The bum strides in at a relaxed pace, but seems to wake up a little bit at the sight of:
>A hard face in a cheap black suit enjoying some downtime. (You are a corporate Agent. Focuses: COMBAT and CORPORATE.)
>A white shirt, a black tie, and rugged good looks (in your opinion). (You're nobody in particular. Focuses: To Be Determined...)
>The strangely insectile sameface of a corporate meat puppet staring right back. (You are an M Company Drone. Focuses: CORPORATE and BIOLOGICAL.)
>The City-issued ensemble of armored full-body suit, gas mask, and tattered cloak. (You are a Health and Sanitation Technician. Focuses: COMBAT and TERROR.)
>No manager, no one behind the console, and there never has been. (Ahem. You are the facility assistant. Focuses: ANALYSIS and BIOLOGICAL.)
>Write in? (Have fun if you choose this one.)
>Are you a man or a woman?
[AUDIO ONLY]
D: Gee, it sure is boring around here...
D: Can we go out for BeetleBurgers or something? The room is boring...
beep
A solitary chuckle from E.
E: Sounds like later.
D: Seriously?
D: Ugh, fine. I'm working then.
D: Guess there really is a guy up there in the control room.
A: No kidding.
D: So how does this-
You hear the distant rumbling of pipework beneath your feet...
Several crisp plastic things tumble out into the break room.
D: Oh.
D: 12.
B: Booooong.
D: Well, I'm not sitting around and grinding my teeth with you losers. Peace, peace!
D exits the break room.
C: She is indebted with... $50 dollars.
A: Dumbass kid.
PRODUCTION A: Terminal 00 Radio - think
The camera feed switches again to the interior of that room...
I can't let you look there. Sorry.
... with the usual alarming black and red bars still covering the entire screen, twitching like nerves.
Employee D enters the PRODUCTION room, carrying several packets of E-Energy.
D: What the hell is with all this trash?
The airlock bolts itself shut behind her.
Removing biological matter clots...
Refreshing circulation pipes...
Checking leg status...
Shattering the ego...
Establishing neuronal connections...
Improving schematics towards probe survivability...
Analyzing decomposition rate...
Optimizing cognitive parameters...
Initialization... OK.
PRODUCTION begins.
The Work Order for PRODUCTION has been completed.
PRODUCT Count: +4 Boxes
Quota fulfilled! You may now end the workday.
Employee Aspects ALTERED:
Employee D - "Triple-Digits" and Glass Jaw -> A HEADACHE (Your skull feels like it's about to break apart... Something primal is shifting within you...)
The lackadaisical lady stumbles out of the PRODUCTION room and stares at the opposite wall in distant horror. Her albino white skin somehow looks even paler than usual. A trickle of blood runs from her nose, then the red waterfall starts staining her entire suit, and Employee D collapses in the middle of the hall.
You ping Employee A immediately. She sets out at a hurried clip.
A: Hoo boy. I leave you for a second and...
A: Huh.
A: ED! GET OVER HERE!
>Work Order: B, Entertain Hard Times. Perhaps a nice Bong Bong chat would help its mood.
[AUDIO ONLY]
beep
The guitar stops playing.
B: Bongbong, bong bongbong.
B: Bong.
C: Farewell Miss Smith.
B: Bong..?
Employee B is NOT wearing The Tie when she comes out of the break room.
Employee B passes by the commotion in the hallway. Employee A is looking for something in her doctor's bag while Employee E is stabilizing Employee D's head as she rests against the wall.
B: Bong, bong bong?
A: I'm stabilizing her. Go away.
E remains focused on the task.
D: Bleeeh.
B: Booooooooooooong...
Employee B enters the containment cell.
She gives a friendly wave towards the still machine.
B: Bong.
B: Bong bong bongbong?
B: Bong bong bong bong bong bongbongbongbong, bong?
B smiles at the anomaly.
B: Bong bongbong bong bong, bong bong bong bongbong..?
B: Bong bong bongbong bong, bong bong?
A sudden flash of vicious red emits from the vents in the locker body.
FOREIGN THREAT DETECTED.
The rusting hulk rears back for a heavy punch...
But misses as its own joints fail, as Employee B takes a quick step back.
The hulking wreck collapses to its knees with a terrible screech of metal.
Powering down - charging up -
The machine remains still.
Employee B runs out of the containment cell.
Employee B takes a moment to breathe in, breathe out...
The Work Order on Hard Times has been completed.
Type: Entertain
Work Result: Bad
E-Energy Generated: +3/???
DT-C Energy Generated: +1
Anomaly Mood: ???
Employee Morale: Bong -> Bong.
Employee Aspect Revealed:
Employee B - Out-of-Towner (Foster+, Enable-, Entertain-,
Work Notes - Employee B:
- That swing would have killed me in one fucking shot.
- I'm not dying on my first day on the job. I promised.
- This anomaly seems to react to certain triggers. Maybe "kill" was the phrase? Could be threatening behaviors in general.
- By the way, you guys are complete and total weirdos. (Hey.)
It seems there are two states: powered and unpowered. Maybe the work results change as well?
Also, be sure give Chardy a bonus or at least a high five later.
>Work Order: E, Entertain Atom Baby. Go ahead, since you asked nicely.
Employee D has her head buried in a police-grade silk handkerchief. Employee A keeps correcting her posture to lean forward.
beep
E: You ladies are going to be alright?
A: Go ahead, Ed. Stop fidgeting, you.
D gives a half-hearted thumbs up.
Employee E enters the containment cell.
ANOMALY: - accessing user database -
ANOMALY: Hello, Edward~
E: That's funny. I don't think I properly introduced myself.
E takes an exaggerated bow.
E: Edward Sobchak, at your service.
ANOMALY: - generating appeal -
The anomaly fidgets in place.
ANOMALY: Ohhhhh geez.
E: It's fine.
E: Wasn't there something you wanted to show me?
ANOMALY: Oh yes! Yes! Yes!
The anomaly taps its foot, a rapid rhythm being set...
It rears up on its back sets of legs...
And it begins to rushing around the room in a flurry of limbs and motion!
Dance! Spin! Make holes! Spin! Dance!
(You're getting nauseous from looking through the crappy camera quality, so you look away for a bit.)
The anomaly takes a spinning leap through the air and lands on Employee E's head, balancing perfectly on one leg.
It looks a little dented from the performance. Blood runs like tears from between its platings.
There's a small, genuine grin on Ed's face.
ANOMALY: Hey Ed?
E: Yes?
ANOMALY: Can you tell me about ***?
E looks really confused for a moment.
E: You mean, "fun," right?
E: This was pretty fun.
The anomaly quietly bleeds.
ANOMALY: Can you answer me this?
ANOMALY: Is this love?
ANOMALY: Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Is this-
E: I don't think so...
E: But this was very, very impressive.
- only so much one can give before -
ANOMALY: - reciprocating response -
ANOMALY: I don't know either.
The anomaly hops off.
ANOMALY: I'm tired~
ANOMALY: Please come again~
Employee E stares at the robot as if expecting something.
It tilts its head in response.
Employee E shrugs, turns, and waves goodbye.
ANOMALY: Don't be a stranger~
Employee E exits the containment cell.
The anomaly folds onto itself, as if sleeping.
- entering repair mode -
The Work Order on ATOM BOMB BABY has been completed.
Type: Entertain
Work Result: Good
E-Energy Generated: +15/??? Overloading detected...
Anomaly Mood: Intrigued -> Content.
Employee Morale: Amused -> GOOD FEELING.
Employee Aspect Revealed: N/A
Employee State Altered:
Employee E - GOOD FEELING (Maximizes employee morale, ???, Duration: 1 hour)
Work Notes - Employee E:
- So much for that mysterious fee Aleth mentioned. Normally R Company robots are literally built to wring you out for your sweet, sweet lucre. Maybe that's why it's an anomaly, eh?
- It's impossibly light. If I hold my hand out, it could put its entire weight on it and not crush me. That's how it dances so well - not limited by gravity, you see.
- I like women with faces and arms just like everyone else, but I can take on the entire fucking world right about now. Something's just plain good about this feeling it gave me.
Definitely appreciates only certain types of company.
>End Shift.
CONTROL ROOM THEME: Lone Survivor OST - Home (Extended)
You look around for a button that says "END SHIFT." Dude. You locate the red button again and smack it with a meaty thwack.
A pleasant chime over the intercoms signals the end of the day. You feel satisfied with today's results, as bizarre as they may be. You sit back into your crummy folding chair and close your eyes, letting the cold light of the computer wash over you...
There's a knock at the airlock.
"Hey, Overseer! Hey, Manager! You kicking in there?" It's Ed. "I got the two containment cubes you wanted. Should I just leave it out here or?"
>Come on in, Edward.
You open the airlock door. The bum strides in at a relaxed pace, but seems to wake up a little bit at the sight of:
>A hard face in a cheap black suit enjoying some downtime. (You are a corporate Agent. Focuses: COMBAT and CORPORATE.)
>A white shirt, a black tie, and rugged good looks (in your opinion). (You're nobody in particular. Focuses: To Be Determined...)
>The strangely insectile sameface of a corporate meat puppet staring right back. (You are an M Company Drone. Focuses: CORPORATE and BIOLOGICAL.)
>The City-issued ensemble of armored full-body suit, gas mask, and tattered cloak. (You are a Health and Sanitation Technician. Focuses: COMBAT and TERROR.)
>No manager, no one behind the console, and there never has been. (Ahem. You are the facility assistant. Focuses: ANALYSIS and BIOLOGICAL.)
>Write in? (Have fun if you choose this one.)
>Are you a man or a woman?
IT'S CHARACTER CREATION TIME, BOYS AND GIRLS. YEEHAW. The parentheses are meant to indicate the general background themes. Further characterization options will be available later on.
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>No manager, no one behind the console, and there never has been. (Ahem. You are the facility assistant. Focuses: ANALYSIS and BIOLOGICAL.)
This one is really, REALLY funny just thinking about it. But for my second choice, in case of any tie issues
>The strangely insectile sameface of a corporate meat puppet staring right back. (You are an M Company Drone. Focuses: CORPORATE and BIOLOGICAL.)
>Female
This one is really, REALLY funny just thinking about it. But for my second choice, in case of any tie issues
>The strangely insectile sameface of a corporate meat puppet staring right back. (You are an M Company Drone. Focuses: CORPORATE and BIOLOGICAL.)
>Female
InvaderViceroy
Would you like to make a gamble~?
- Location
- A casino near you
>The strangely insectile sameface of a corporate meat puppet staring right back. (You are an M Company Drone. Focuses: CORPORATE and BIOLOGICAL.)
>Male
>Male
Seams of Reality
Prisoner of Fate
- Location
- The Gap Between Realities
>No manager, no one behind the console, and there never has been. (Ahem. You are the facility assistant. Focuses: ANALYSIS and BIOLOGICAL.)
>Female
...Well that was unexpected
>Female
...Well that was unexpected
Forgot to put it earlier, but here's the character generation image.
Going to leave the writing until tomorrow for this vote, since today is weird.
Going to leave the writing until tomorrow for this vote, since today is weird.
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Shift 1 - Downtime (I AM, ESPECIALLY ME-)
>There's no one here.
spooky1: Hello Charlotte EP 1 OST - Unseen Horrors
Edward pauses for a moment. Through his glasses, you sense a flicker of terror as he starts looking for someone to be there, as if trying to find an answer to an impossible situation, not even realizing the absolute enormity of the joke played on him. To him, you muse, it seems like another hideous and out of control occurrence like the wheels of a mad bureaucracy crushing everything within the nine foot radius of the human perception.
An encounter with the unknown and the unusual - the very definition of weird.
Hehehehe (o´∀`o)
click Ed cocks back the hammer of his gun. He has that dark look on his face, the hard mask of violence which every City slicker seems to don before exacting his pound of flesh from his fellow man.
@_@ oh
You reach out and type out the words to be read out loud by the system so that Edward may see them on the screen and be reassured and hopefully not shoot your only safe interface with the world.
This serves a double effect. In lieu of a proper manager, you will have to fill in his role and you intend to uphold this responsibility with the proper respect and dignity it deserves. You're completely excited and not entirely paying attention as you write out the SOOTHING FIRST IMPRESSION:
FA Music 1: LISA: Fan Music - Delusional
"HEELO."
"EDWARD."
As soon as the message is read aloud by the faithful voice synthesizer apparatus, you realize how fucking lame this actually is and how you forgot to copy and paste the correct- THIS R COMPANY IBM PIECE OF SHIT-
"Hello." ahem "Is this the manager's office?"
"JUST MINE."
"THIS IS THE TERMINA WHERE WE CAN SPEAK."
"THE TERMINAL INTERFFACE."
Ed scratches his head.
"So who are you? What do we call you? The Head Honcho? Manager? Overseer? Administrator? Something else?"
"NONE OF THE ABOVE."
"JUST CALL ME..." Names are like gifts, where you receive them from other people. Here's yours:
>Charlotte
>Catherine
>C4551DY
>ORACLE
>S.N.E.E.D. OS
>Angela?
>Write in.
"Got it. I'll tell the others." Ed squints at you, as if trying to remember something important. A smirk replaces the worried look and he lets out a small chuckle. "So where do I put these folders?"
"PUT THEM INTO THE PIPEWORK. THE PNEUMATICS WILL SORT TO THE PEOPER DESTINATION."
"NOT THAT ONE. THE RIGHT ONE."
"THERE. GOOD."
And that'll help the guys who work in Acquisitions. They're the hard workers who bring anomalies day in, day out, and they're also the ones who brought you into this facility, once upon a time. That could have been yesterday, come to think of it. Time gets really weird here. ┐(シ)┌
"Do other facilities like this have... others like you?"
"INDUBITABLY."
"THERE MIGHT BE DOZENS OF OTHER FACILITIES OUT THERE, AND I AM ONLY ONE OF THEM IN THE ENTIRETY OF THIS CITY."
"BUT I'M THE ASSITANT OF THIS FACILITY AND THERE IS ONLY EVER ONE OF ME."
"THUS ALL OTEHR FACILITIES ARE OBJECTIVELY INFERIOR AND UNIMPORTNAT."
"THIS IS MY FACILITY AND IT IS UNIQUE IN ALL THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT ☆⌒(≧▽° )"
You puff yourself up and adjust your tie, even though Ed can't see you - the main body of you, buried further into the facility's walls, behind and underneath and further still downwards into the emptied earth...
"I see." Ed looks around casually and with a sense of familiarity, as if he's seen this all somewhere before. "Well, take care, boss."
"GOOD NIGHT HUMAN MAGGOT."
Ed turns to leave...
Now...
Information: Due to your position as the facility assistant, you are the eyes and ears of the facility, almost a genius loci in a way, almost a little god in a box. You may not move very far from the facility's boundaries without upgrades and quite some effort on your end, and have to rely on your employees to perform most physical tasks, but...
You have a special talent. How do you best help your fellow human beings?
>You resonate with the hearts of others. (PROBE OVERRIDE PROTOCOL. You may walk in the shoes of a fellow employee, most vicariously.)
>You manipulate with the supreme grasp of your hands. (GRASP OF THE FACILITY. You can affect things in meatspace, beyond and through the twisting pipework.)
>You inform using the eye which pierces through lies to sinful marrow. (THE ELECTRIC EYE. Nothing escapes your clairvoyant reach and you may come to know things not meant to be shown.)
>You network well, coming together like the upper and lower teeth. (THE CORPORATE ANATOMY. You know people who know people who know people - some of them are even your friends.)
>Write in. (Has to be a verb. Cool name in parentheses optional.)
And what do you do next?
>Interview an employee. Most are just getting ready to leave for the night, according to the cameras.
>Call Bill. About what? Come to think of it, you haven't called him or his buddy off hours in a long time...
>Call back Ed. Why do you want him?
>Skip Downtime and get right to the SHOPPING PHASE!!! This brings you to your mail order catalogs, which you collected in anticipation of having a manager to fill them out for you.
>Write in?
spooky1: Hello Charlotte EP 1 OST - Unseen Horrors
Edward pauses for a moment. Through his glasses, you sense a flicker of terror as he starts looking for someone to be there, as if trying to find an answer to an impossible situation, not even realizing the absolute enormity of the joke played on him. To him, you muse, it seems like another hideous and out of control occurrence like the wheels of a mad bureaucracy crushing everything within the nine foot radius of the human perception.
An encounter with the unknown and the unusual - the very definition of weird.
Hehehehe (o´∀`o)
click Ed cocks back the hammer of his gun. He has that dark look on his face, the hard mask of violence which every City slicker seems to don before exacting his pound of flesh from his fellow man.
@_@ oh
You reach out and type out the words to be read out loud by the system so that Edward may see them on the screen and be reassured and hopefully not shoot your only safe interface with the world.
This serves a double effect. In lieu of a proper manager, you will have to fill in his role and you intend to uphold this responsibility with the proper respect and dignity it deserves. You're completely excited and not entirely paying attention as you write out the SOOTHING FIRST IMPRESSION:
FA Music 1: LISA: Fan Music - Delusional
"HEELO."
"EDWARD."
As soon as the message is read aloud by the faithful voice synthesizer apparatus, you realize how fucking lame this actually is and how you forgot to copy and paste the correct- THIS R COMPANY IBM PIECE OF SHIT-
"Hello." ahem "Is this the manager's office?"
"JUST MINE."
"THIS IS THE TERMINA WHERE WE CAN SPEAK."
"THE TERMINAL INTERFFACE."
Ed scratches his head.
"So who are you? What do we call you? The Head Honcho? Manager? Overseer? Administrator? Something else?"
"NONE OF THE ABOVE."
"JUST CALL ME..." Names are like gifts, where you receive them from other people. Here's yours:
>Charlotte
>Catherine
>C4551DY
>ORACLE
>S.N.E.E.D. OS
>Angela?
>Write in.
"Got it. I'll tell the others." Ed squints at you, as if trying to remember something important. A smirk replaces the worried look and he lets out a small chuckle. "So where do I put these folders?"
"PUT THEM INTO THE PIPEWORK. THE PNEUMATICS WILL SORT TO THE PEOPER DESTINATION."
"NOT THAT ONE. THE RIGHT ONE."
"THERE. GOOD."
And that'll help the guys who work in Acquisitions. They're the hard workers who bring anomalies day in, day out, and they're also the ones who brought you into this facility, once upon a time. That could have been yesterday, come to think of it. Time gets really weird here. ┐(シ)┌
"Do other facilities like this have... others like you?"
"INDUBITABLY."
"THERE MIGHT BE DOZENS OF OTHER FACILITIES OUT THERE, AND I AM ONLY ONE OF THEM IN THE ENTIRETY OF THIS CITY."
"BUT I'M THE ASSITANT OF THIS FACILITY AND THERE IS ONLY EVER ONE OF ME."
"THUS ALL OTEHR FACILITIES ARE OBJECTIVELY INFERIOR AND UNIMPORTNAT."
"THIS IS MY FACILITY AND IT IS UNIQUE IN ALL THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT ☆⌒(≧▽° )"
You puff yourself up and adjust your tie, even though Ed can't see you - the main body of you, buried further into the facility's walls, behind and underneath and further still downwards into the emptied earth...
"I see." Ed looks around casually and with a sense of familiarity, as if he's seen this all somewhere before. "Well, take care, boss."
"GOOD NIGHT HUMAN MAGGOT."
Ed turns to leave...
Now...
Information: Due to your position as the facility assistant, you are the eyes and ears of the facility, almost a genius loci in a way, almost a little god in a box. You may not move very far from the facility's boundaries without upgrades and quite some effort on your end, and have to rely on your employees to perform most physical tasks, but...
You have a special talent. How do you best help your fellow human beings?
>You resonate with the hearts of others. (PROBE OVERRIDE PROTOCOL. You may walk in the shoes of a fellow employee, most vicariously.)
>You manipulate with the supreme grasp of your hands. (GRASP OF THE FACILITY. You can affect things in meatspace, beyond and through the twisting pipework.)
>You inform using the eye which pierces through lies to sinful marrow. (THE ELECTRIC EYE. Nothing escapes your clairvoyant reach and you may come to know things not meant to be shown.)
>You network well, coming together like the upper and lower teeth. (THE CORPORATE ANATOMY. You know people who know people who know people - some of them are even your friends.)
>Write in. (Has to be a verb. Cool name in parentheses optional.)
And what do you do next?
>Interview an employee. Most are just getting ready to leave for the night, according to the cameras.
>Call Bill. About what? Come to think of it, you haven't called him or his buddy off hours in a long time...
>Call back Ed. Why do you want him?
>Skip Downtime and get right to the SHOPPING PHASE!!! This brings you to your mail order catalogs, which you collected in anticipation of having a manager to fill them out for you.
>Write in?
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WHAT TO BE CALLED
>Catherine (Though I am willing to back a unique enough name)
WHAT TO BE GOOD AT
>THE CORPORATE ANATOMY
WHAT TO DO
>Interview an employee (C)
>Gift the .45 colt round to E. He has a better use for it, right?
>Catherine (Though I am willing to back a unique enough name)
WHAT TO BE GOOD AT
>THE CORPORATE ANATOMY
WHAT TO DO
>Interview an employee (C)
>Gift the .45 colt round to E. He has a better use for it, right?
InvaderViceroy
Would you like to make a gamble~?
- Location
- A casino near you
>S.N.E.E.D. OS
>You manipulate with the supreme grasp of your hands. (GRASP OF THE FACILITY. You can affect things in meatspace, beyond and through the twisting pipework.)
>Skip Downtime and get right to the SHOPPING PHASE!!!
I'll be honest, sneed os is too good of a joke to pass up.
>You manipulate with the supreme grasp of your hands. (GRASP OF THE FACILITY. You can affect things in meatspace, beyond and through the twisting pipework.)
>Skip Downtime and get right to the SHOPPING PHASE!!!
I'll be honest, sneed os is too good of a joke to pass up.
Kalibrius
God of reflection
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
what to be called
> Genius Lucy!
yes that is a pun
what to be good at
> You sing songs of joy and happiness that everyone can't help but have their spirits be raised higher as your Voice does too! ( THE OSCILLATING ALGORITHM. You weren't designed for it but you have a knack for music that improves morale and soothe aggression in even the grumpiest of entities)
this good @FishFish
> Genius Lucy!
yes that is a pun
what to be good at
> You sing songs of joy and happiness that everyone can't help but have their spirits be raised higher as your Voice does too! ( THE OSCILLATING ALGORITHM. You weren't designed for it but you have a knack for music that improves morale and soothe aggression in even the grumpiest of entities)
this good @FishFish