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Another shift, another dollar. Another horrid day in a horrid City. But is there really anywhere else? Is there a better City?

From a declassified document written by X-Company, circa 2143, fished up by anonymous sources. Currently barely legal to discuss outside of District 24.

"Ever since the fall and disgrace of the Alpha through Omega labels, we have decided to rebrand ourselves. We are X-Company and we are here to serve and protect this City. May this be a repentance for our forerunner's disgrace.

Do not trust those who have claimed to work for any of the following companies: B, D, P, Q, and Y. We know what you did. We are sickened by having to clean up after your mess. We are the consequence."

"Trust in X-Company. We're the only ones who will try to help the City. Don't listen to them, no matter how much power and resources they offer."

From B Company's current and only recorded response to the reveal of X-Company's document, circa 2145.
"WE HAVE DEEMED X COMPANY AS A NECESSARY ASSET FOR THE CITY'S INTEGRITY, BUT KNOW THAT WE WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY RASH ACTIONS DONE BY YOUR COMPANY.

THE RULES HAVE CHANGED, FIVE STAR. KNOW YOUR PLACE."

Corporate relationships between the two have been stiff ever since. It's best not to mention the "LONG NIGHTS AND SILENT DAYS" incident around any of these companies.

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No point just letting him heal. Someone has to die and by god, it's going to be him. You grip the second bottle tightly as you prepare to throw.

"IF ANY OF YOU ASSHOLES DIE ON MY FUCKING WATCH, I'LL GO TO HELL ITSELF TO BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA YOU!" You bark out your command. "WE'RE GOING TO LIVE FOREVER! I SWEAR ON MY WORD!"

Everything quickly becomes a whirlpool of violence after your cute little speech. Maybe it's the drugs and equipment you gave your fighters. Maybe it's some anomalous effect. All that you know is everything is going red.

Ever since the beginning, there was war. And ever since there was war, men have fought for what they stood for.

Your head goes fuzzy. God, did you just hear something whispering into your ear? You try to regain your focus, if only so you can get a clean shot with the molotov.

https://youtu.be/ySHkRCho_80 (COMBAT THEME)

Despite not being that far away from the fighting, you can hardly make anything out in the red haze in front of you, though your ears don't fail you. A deafening gunshot. Metal smashing against bone. A depressing honk. A bellowing war crime from a true American.

You take in a deep breath and try to focus. Get the red out of your eyes. Someone yells your name. Isabelle? Monifa? It's a girl, you know that at least. You can't make out what's said.

You reel back your arm. Something's charging closer to you. You take a moment to step back before throwing your burning bottle. The sound of shattering glass and flesh igniting is always a guilty pleasure of yours.

Your vision clears up once the fire starts burning. You instantly regret it clearing up when you see what's standing only a foot or two away from you.

It towers over you, tall enough that its head...or heads, rather, are squishing against the ceiling. Dozens of thick, burly arms sprout off from a core of dozens of twisted grimaces. All of the demon's, nay, American's face. Several short, stubby legs keep the abomination upright.

A true one man army. His platoon can't keep up for long.

"YOU!" All of the heads bellow out, all staring right at you. "FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN! NO MORE OF YOUR FUCKING BOTTLES!"

You quickly stumble back from the creature as the last attacker, Vincent, slashes across one of the faces bulging out from the twisting mass of flesh and hate. This gets it's attention, causing it to chase after the chef instead of you.

As you try to adjust to whatever the anomaly has turned into, you take stock of everything. The cluwne is barely staying upright, with Gamma's shades long since beaten off his face (and a nasty hole in his left arm.) Delta's the only one who doesn't seem frazzled or injured (though most aren't as badly injured as B2 and Gamma).

His smile goes from ear to ear, showing off all of his teeth.

"ADMINISTRATOR? WHAT ARE WE GOING TO FUCKING DO?" Isabelle yells out, trying to get your attention.
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Whatever this form is, it's still pretty beaten up. Bruises and deep cuts cover most of the heads sprouting from the core, with the wounds taking insanely long to heal. You're not even sure if they CAN heal (Seems like your move to deal some permanent damage was a good one.)

What's your move? Please suggest an attack plan.

Current stats of you and your fighters.

Agent K: 10d8 (+4 from SANTIFICED BLADE, +2 from Blood Cocktail, 6 and 8s count as two successes, 1s count as -1 Success.)
Monifa: 8d6 (+2 from Pistol, +2 from Traits, +1 from MOTIVATION. Can reroll up to two dice per round)
Isabelle: 8d6 (+1 from Baseball Bat, +1 from Arid Dress, +2 from Militant, can add +1 to any FORCE die)
Cluwne: 7d6 (+2 from Throwing Knives, +1 from ROBUST. Succeeds on 1-3)
Gamma: 9d6 (+1 from Combat Knife, +1 from Stun Baton, +1 from Savvy, +2 from Blood Cocktail. May reroll all dice once per combat)
Delta: 10d6 (+1 from Riot Baton, +1 from Stun Baton, +2 from Traits, +2 from Blood Cocktail. May reroll all dice once per combat)
Administrator: 8d8 (-1 from Hopeless Wreck, +2 from BOOSTED, +3 from Molotov Cocktail, may distribute +1 up to three times to his rolls, any configuration. Has one molotov left)
Vincent: 6d4 (+2 from Chef's Knife, +1 from Bloodbound. Can add may distribute +1 up to two times to his rolls, any configuration.)

Rules for rolling
>Do not roll until the choices have been finalized. If it says Bo1 or similar, it uses d20s. Otherwise, it works off rolling the dice of your fighters.

>Focus on injuring the arms. Blowing them off should reduce his ability to fight back. (DC: 37. On a success, you'll reduce his combat effectiveness and hopefully knock him out of this form. On a failure, it'll be a slugfest with no real change.)
>Focus on crippling his legs. You doubt he can crawl faster than he can run. (DC: 40. On a success, he loses a lot of his mobility and becomes an easy target, reducing the amount of successes needed next turn. On a failure, you're not sure if he's going to kill one or multiple, but someone will be dead.)
>[BOUND BY DUTY] Honor the man's request. Ask your employees to toss you a melee weapon. (-2 FORCE due to the weapon change, puts you at risk of injury, but your employees can reroll two of their dice this round due to the moral boost.)
>[HOPELESS WRECK] This isn't fair at all! Chastise the fucker for pulling out this second form nonsense! (DC 14, bo2. You're not sure how he's going to respond on a failure or success, though you know a success is better.)
>Fuck, fuck, you might as well call those guys you kept in standby! (Which ones to call in? Currently on standby: Metal Beast, Spike, Future)
>Emergency button! Call in fucking X-Company already! (Will send in a X-Company taskforce to deal with this threat swiftly. Will result in Emergency Option going on cooldown.)
>Write in.

(Welcome back to hell, sunshine. Sorry for the prolonged delay, I just felt like I needed a bit of a break before I burnt out.)
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>>5196855
Nice to see you back Overseer! If you need to take a longer break, I don't mind, just make sure you tell us before you dip out for more RnR.

>Focus on injuring the arms. Blowing them off should reduce his ability to fight back. (DC: 37. On a success, you'll reduce his combat effectiveness and hopefully knock him out of this form. On a failure, it'll be a slugfest with no real change.)
While going for the legs is the best plan, I don't want to risk our employees lives on it.
>[BOUND BY DUTY] Honor the man's request. Ask your employees to toss you a melee weapon. (-2 FORCE due to the weapon change, puts you at risk of injury, but your employees can reroll two of their dice this round due to the moral boost.)
>[HOPELESS WRECK] This isn't fair at all! Chastise the fucker for pulling out this second form nonsense! (DC 14, bo2. You're not sure how he's going to respond on a failure or success, though you know a success is better.)
>EBOW American again
I'm on the fence about bringing Spike into this or leaving him in reserve for next turn.
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>>5196855
Welcome back. Don't worry about taking some time off; we'd much rather you be enjoying your writing.

>Focus on injuring the arms. Blowing them off should reduce his ability to fight back. (DC: 37. On a success, you'll reduce his combat effectiveness and hopefully knock him out of this form. On a failure, it'll be a slugfest with no real change.)
>[HOPELESS WRECK] This isn't fair at all! Chastise the fucker for pulling out this second form nonsense! (DC 14, bo2. You're not sure how he's going to respond on a failure or success, though you know a success is better.)
What is the anime nonsense, I thought you were *American*?
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>>5197053
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>>5197053
+1
(Do we even know what anime is, though?)
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>>5197053
+1
Motherfucker doesn't get his fair fight until he fights fair. If he stays in this form, I'm down to call backup.

>>5196855
I think I might have a guess to 'enlist/fracture core'.
Fracture core is just fracturing his core that he has, but 'enlist'... Given the mention of how Delta's been almost 'becoming' RBA and this second one man army form, I think it would involve Delta (or someone else maybe) absorbing RBA. Somehow.
I don't even know if we can get the 'enlist' paradigm now though, might be too deep down 'fracture core'.

>Sorry for the prolonged delay, I just felt like I needed a bit of a break before I burnt out.
No need to apologize for taking a break QM, I think everyone knows writing a quality quest like this takes a ton of hard work.
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>>5197456
I don't think we're necessarily beyond enlistment, which is why I chose the [BOUND BY DUTY] option, which also allows us to save our Molotov for Velvet (assume that's what she meant by liquid flame) and the fact that every employee rerolling two failed rolls is more powerful/useful than Admin keeping two of his, even with the risk of injury.

I also don't think Enlist = Merge, I think something else may result from this. Besides, we still have the fireworks, Elixir, and Blessed Chains to work with, though we'll need Spike to grab both the Elixir and Blessed Chains.

Anons might want to have Admin use the EBOW by the way, no reason not to really.

>>5196855
Addendum
>Have Spike grab the Blessed Chains and Elixir

Also, we haven't tried out the Disablers yet, so that will be an interesting experience.
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Seems like we're doing for [HOPELESS WRECK] and "Break his fucking arms"

Roll for the [HOPELESS WRECK] dice first. Let's see how it works out.
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Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>5197776
Roll
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>5197776
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"HEY! WHAT IS THIS FUCKING ANIME NONSENSE!" You screech out at the anomaly. Tar trickles out of your mouth as you do so. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE AN AMERICAN!"

"I'M NOT GIVING YOU A FAIR FIGHT UNLESS YOU FIGHT FAIR! THIS IS BULLSHIT! WHAT'S NEXT, YOU'RE GONNA SWITCH TO COMMUNISM!"

The dozens of heads snarl in unison. "ALL TALK AND NO BITE, HUH? IS THAT SO? WELL, KIDDO, I'M NOT GOING EASY ON YOU! YOU GOT ME ALL RILED UP!" Despite all of his bolster and blubbering, you can see several of his faces twitch. Is he genuinely hurt by what you said? He takes a second to sit on what you said a bit more.

"...GUH! MAYBE I'LL PLAY A LITTLE BIT MORE FAIR. BUT I'M NOT GOING DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT, DAMNIT!" The grip on his fists lighten a little bit. He's going to hold back, even if it's only by 5%. Good enough for you.

Failures are less punishing. Your employees will take less damage this round, increasing their chance of survival once all is said and done.

Someone roll for the EBOW (DC: 13, bo1, -3 successes needed to win on a hit) then roll for your fighters.

We're not going to die for 30+ days so I don't want one person roll a lot of the dice unless no one has rolled for a while, let some others taint the dice with their luck.
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>>5197793
Alrighty, I'll wait for a newfag to hit this one then.
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>5197776
WEEEEEEEEEEB
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Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>5197793
>Someone roll for the EBOW (DC: 13, bo1, -3 successes needed to win on a hit)
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Rolled 4, 5, 5, 3, 1, 7, 3, 1, 1, 1 = 31 (10d8)

>>5197793
Agent K

>>5197799
>>5197801
Don't know how you want to handle this one Overseer, as the first roll was meant for the Bo2 attempt.
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>>5197806
Like I said before, AK is more of a gamble than a reliable combatant. God, how I hate being right.

We should wait until all the rolls are tallied before deciding on either rerolling her 1s or just getting a full reroll on her.
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>>5197806
To be generous, I'll count the second one since the first one was null and void.
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Rolled 5, 4, 4, 3, 4, 2, 2, 6, 2, 3 = 35 (10d6)

Rolling for Delta!
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Rolled 3, 5, 2, 6, 5, 2, 2, 2, 5 = 32 (9d6)

>>5197793
Gamma.
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>>5197887
>>5197833
>>5197806
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Rolled 4, 4, 5, 3, 2, 5, 6, 1 = 30 (8d6)

>>5197793
Rolling for Monifa (STOP JOBBING, GUYS)
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Rolled 6, 2 = 8 (2d6)

>>5197949
The two rerolls for Monifa.
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Rolled 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 2 = 18 (6d4)

Rolling for Vincent!
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>>5198044
Slap that 2x +1 on that 2 and that's a full 6 successes! Tonight's meal: Devil Carpaccio, followed by an 8-oz medallion of All-American Tenderloin in a Red Reduction. Don't ask what the sauce is.
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Rolled 6, 6, 2, 2, 6, 1, 3 = 26 (7d6)

Rolling for Cluwne
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Rolled 8, 5, 1, 4, 3, 7, 8, 8 = 44 (8d8)

Rolling for ADMIN

>>5196855
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>>5198308
It's +4 for a success on all dice at d4 and above?
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Rolled 3, 2, 3, 6, 4, 5, 5, 2 = 30 (8d6)

Rolling Isabelle.
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Ouch. Looks like we're gonna need to burn some rerolls, gents. We still have 5 rerolls stocked from Paper Dice, I think.
Let's start by rerolling the ones with the most failures--K and Gamma first, then Delta if necessary. That way we don't end up risking too many of our successes.
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Actually, wait. By my count...
34 successes needed, reduced from 37 by EBOW.
K: 0
Delta: 5
Gamma: 4
Monifa: 6
Vincent: 6
Cluwne: 4
Admin: 6
Isabelle: 4
We're 1 success over the new limit. I seriously want to reroll some of K's shit though if only because she might legitimately die with such awful rolls.
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>>5198309
3 and above for d4s, 4 and above for most other dice. Unless the character has weird rules to her dice

Current successes
AK: 0 (Yeah you should really use that "reroll all ones" die on her)
Delta: 5
Gamma: 4
Monifa: 6
Vincent: 6
Admin: 7 (if you use your +1s to boost the 3 to a 4 or the 1 to a 4)
Isabelle: 4
Cluwne: 4

Huh. The DC was 34 with the boost of the EBOW, technically you succeed, but I will warn that even with the boost AK jobs pretty hard.

Wanna reroll her 1s to save her from jobbing really hard?
>YES (Lose your "reroll all 1s" die, prevent her from jobbing harder than anyone you have ever seen.)
>NO (Eh, failures are less punishing right now, she can handle one major fuckup, right?)
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>>5198342
While it would be better for intercompany relationships to see her eat some humble pie, best that she job when the battle's almost over instead of just before the last stretch.
>Yes
And hey, who knows, maybe the fact that an Anomaly saved her ass will cool down Gebura a bit.
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>>5198342
>Yes
I'm guessing that her getting 0 successes here means she's gonna be knocked out of commission for the rest of the fight, and we need all hands on deck.
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>>5198342
>>NO (Eh, failures are less punishing right now, she can handle one major fuckup, right?)
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Alright, two votes for yes, one for no. Unless someone votes no in 30 minutes, feel free to reroll her 1s.

After then, I'll write the update (The fight is pretty close to done, don't worry about this being a rolling dice simulator forever)
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>>5198544
Actually, I'm sort of on the fence on this issue. While I recognized that this is probably the best time to utilize the 1s rerolls, I can't help but feel that she deserves to be jobbed.

Eh, I'm probably just over-worrying that we'll need these rerolls later in this fight. Mind letting me reroll Agent K lads, as the original roller who jobbed it for her?
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Rolled 4, 8, 3, 5 = 20 (4d8)

>>5198544
Eh, fuck it. I'll deal with the consequences. GLORY OR DEATH!
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>>5198558
Redeem yourself!
>inb4 all 1s again
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>>5198566
A fat 4 successes, double up on the 8! Bringing it all up to a whopping 8 successes for K!
O-O-Overkill!
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>>5198566
Red Mist avoided jobbing, finally
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REDEEMER
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Before any of your fighters make a move, a slip of fortune paper flutters through the air. It lands near Agent K, to the bewilderment of everyone nearby. You step a bit closer to read what it says.

"The mist will be stained red. Get to it."

The agent grips her sword tighter than you think is humanly possible, damn near cracking the hilt. You hardly have the time to shout out a command until she swings her sword down.

Severed arms rain down onto the ground. Almost immediately followed by a torrent of blood covering them.

The cluster of heads that lost their arms bellow out an anguished and absolutely fucking furious yell. They quickly move in to try biting the everloving shit out of the Agent, but she manages to avoid the bites with ease. Vincent takes this chance to slash away at the arms the Agent didn't fully cut off.

Isabelle and Gamma move in closer while the demon is distracted by Agent K, while the Cluwne prepares his next knife trick. Gamma takes in a deep breath before being the first one to make a move.

The heads fire off quick jabs (with one even spitting blood into his shadeless eyes), with Gamma meeting it back with a flurry of slashes. He slides back after a lucky jab slams into his stomach. Isabelle smashes off one of the weakened arms with her bat, which gets her a chomp to the shoulder in return.

Your two ranged fighters quickly fire off their attacks. A knife and bullet tear through one of the creature's arms. Seems like he went through quantity over quality with their durabil- OH FUCK IT'S CHARGING RIGHT AT YOU!

You barely have time to stumble back before he has already closed the gap. Those legs are fucking faster than you expected! You pray to whatever gods there are for salvation and...

"HEY! RED!" A gruff, boisterous voice bellows out. One that reeks of blood. Delta...? "FIGHT A REAL MAN!" okay your feelings got hurt a bit but fair.

"Eh?" The dozen of heads in front of you say in unison as the sound of flesh being crushed echoes throughout the air. "AOGH!" It instinctually swings several of its arms at you as Delta keeps crushing more of him.

You quickly duck back, only getting a nasty (if superficial) scratch on your left arm. Blood begins to ooze from it. Punches and claws kept being sent your way but its arms are too weak and damaged to properly get to you.

You reel back your arm. The others move in to keep the anomaly distracted as you keep making distance. The drug coursing through your veins is telling you to do one thing and only one thing.

"DO WHAT COMES NATURAL."

Raising up your other arm to fire an E.B.O.W shot at the same time, you throw your molotov. It hits dead center, spreading a glorious flame to burn away at the evil. Your vision starts going red again as smoke swirls around you. A vision approaches. You know you're close now.
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PERSPECTIVE SHIFT: Administrator --> RBA

It's not fair. I'm supposed to be the strongest there is. Our nation is the strongest, most prosperous nation there is. The freakshits are meant to be insects crushed under our heel.

If that's so, why am I losing? Why did I die back there, in the trenches, like a dog? Why did I wake up in that apartment, made for someone so much smaller than me? Why was I locked in that cell?

I tried so hard to rip their skin off. To kill them like the freaks they are. I broke a woman's arm. I smashed the ribs of a man like it was nothing. Yet they survived. They got out. I lost.

I should've wanted to break out. To be free of this prison. To kill all of them. Yet, I didn't want to leave. The world I came from was tough, survival of the fittest, one where every man must stand for themselves. Yet they gave me all I ever truly wanted.

A good fight, a good meal, and someone who truly understood what I wanted. Comforts that are so rare in war.

Even now, they're giving me what I want. They're honoring me, giving me the respect I deserve. All of the trash talk, being outnumbered so much, it's only to be fair to me. It's the fight I deserve.

Perhaps these freaks aren't so bad after all. In this dance of blood and violence, I've learnt something. Even the tar sack of a leader is a strong fighter. Perhaps we have more in common after all. Perhaps you aren't freaks after all. Maybe you're just like me.

War has lost that personal touch, that human element. Everything is distant, depersonalized, honorless. You die like a dog out there in the battlefield. No one to remember you. Just another name on a list. Left to bleed out.

Perhaps this time, I can be honored in my death. To be truly, truly free. To become one with violence.

SHIFT: RBA --> Administrator

Your vision clears up. You're laying on the ground, blood slowly oozing out of the scratch in your arm. You raise your head up, trying to see what the hell just happened.

The demon is back in his original form now but with dozens on dozens of deep, weeping cuts and horribly mangled bruises covering most of his body. His left arm has been hacked off completely, with his right arm pretty fucked up to.

It's impressive he's still alive. Your fighters aren't doing much better, with only Agent K having no major injury. The rest are beaten, bloodied, and overall ragged.

The demon stands up. Despite his healing stopping and blood oozing out of him like a fountain, he's not done. He grips his remaining fight tightly, ready for one last strike. "COME ON!" He snarls, still able to hold a commanding presence.

What do you do, Administrator? You don't think he's going to make it much longer.

>[BOUND BY DUTY] Give him a honorable death. Tell your fighters to finish the job. He deserves it.
>[HOPELESS WRECK] Walk away. Let him bleed out. You already won.
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>>5199516
>>5199516
DIE STANDING, SOLDIER
>[BOUND FOR GLORY] Give him a honorable death. He deserves it.
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>>5199516
>[BOUND BY DUTY] Give him a honorable death. Tell your fighters to finish the job. He deserves it.

This man deserves a good send off.
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>>5199516
I don't want RBA to die, but I will respect his wish for sn honorable death. Stand proud, soldier. You've done yourself and your country proud.
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>>5199516
>[BOUND FOR GLORY] Give him a honorable death. He deserves it.

IN GOD WE TRUST
HONOR, FAITH, INTEGRITY
LONG LIVE AMERICAAAAAAAAAA
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>>5199516
>>[BOUND BY DUTY] Give him a honorable death. Tell your fighters to finish the job. He deserves it.
No one lives forever.


He's been a handful, but I'm miss him, whatever the next step is for him.
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>>5199524
>DIE STANDING, SOLDIER
A man chooses...
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>>5199516
>[BOUND BY DUTY] Give him a honorable death. Tell your fighters to finish the job. He deserves it.
We must extract.
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>>5199516
>[BOUND BY DUTY] Give him a honorable death. Tell your fighters to finish the job. He deserves it.
"You were good, son, real good. Maybe even the best." -TF2 Soldier
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>>5199516
>[BOUND FOR GLORY] Give him a honorable death. He deserves it.
At ease, soldier.
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>>5199516
>[BOUND BY DUTY] Give him a honorable death. Tell your fighters to finish the job. He deserves it.

Godspeed, you inglorious bastard.
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>>5199516
>[BOUND FOR GLORY] Give him a honorable death. He deserves it.
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>>5199516
Change vote from >>5199983 to
>[BOUND FOR GLORY] Give him a honorable death. He deserves it.
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Alright, this is legitimately one of the worst things I've drawn since I first started a few years ago, but I'm tired, hungry, and want my kino. Only had access to a 7B pencil, so forgive the egregious leftover lines.
Here's my motivation piece, QM! Show me what you got!
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The final moves are quick and decisive. There's no more talking necessary. There's no need to think. You give the command and your employees spring into action.

This is what I deserve. A soldier's death should be honorable, memorable, never forgotten. A force that understands this deserves my strength.

It's quick. It's efficient. It's brutal. Two right jabs send Monifa sliding across the floor from the impact. A headbutt sends the Cluwne packing. A chomp damn near severs Isabelle's arm. Yet he doesn't have much energy left. Every attack causes more blood to ooze out of his weeping wounds.

Vincent slashes at him, only to get a claw to the face. Agent K stabs into the anomaly with her sword, only for the anomaly to send her packing with a body shove. Gamma stabs into the anomaly and...gets away, if only because the anomaly is so weak now.

The only one left is Delta. He charges at the anomaly and it charges back. Every last bit of strength America's Greatest Solider has is put into this final assault.

Two fists pierce deep into the other man's gut. Disemboweling the other in the progress. A final strength, a last assault, no limits. Delta, despite having a giant fist poking through most of his torso, keeps ripping and tearing until there is no more.

And then, Delta falls limp, with the anomaly's legs locked up. All out of energy. The others can only watch on in horror at Delta's guts spilling out onto the ground. You...don't how to feel.

You step closer to the two dying men. You're going to try saving Delta the moment this is over, you don't want another man dead, but you're not sure if it's already too late. Even if it is...

The demon looks up at you, holding onto the dying Delta in his hand. Delta chokes on his own blood but manages to make out a weak chuckle. "Godspeed, you bastard." Delta places his hands onto the arm piercing him. "Godspeed. Thanks...for the fight, pal."

"Godspeed too, bastard." The demon points a shaking finger at you. "You? You were pretty good too, kid. Thank you." A smile crosses the anomaly's face. He's crying tears of joy. "I felt dead for so many years but for the first time in forty seven years?"

"I felt alive. Thank...you." The demon's eyes close, his last movement being to bring Delta closer to him. He's still standing, even now.

"...You two were good. Real good." You nod respectfully at the two. "Perhaps even the best. At ease, soldiers." You see the demon's chest begin to slow down as a final hiss of air escapes his mouth.

Red Blooded American has died.
>[BOUND BY GLORY] All good men deserve to die with honor and dignity. It pains you to see a good man die a pitiful death.

The other fighters scramble over to try to save Delta, even if they're not in any real state to help or assist him. Spike quickly gets the medical team and their backup to escort the wounded to the medbay. You stay behind, having something you want to check on.
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Standing in the hallway is only two men, one dead and one alive. You envy how the dead one is in peace now but that's that and this is this.

You step closer, taking a better look to see what's left of the anomaly. Your better half, your honorable half, says that it's a bit too soon for Extraction but your spiteful half admits that this has to be done sooner than later.

You reach your hand up to his chest. Something's still beating in there, even after all of this. The flesh around it begins to dissolve until a decent sized hole appears in his chest and something falls to the floor.

A huge (at least the size of eight human hearts combined) still beating purple heart lays on the floor. Carved onto its surface is a modified version of the stars and stripes (you note some extra stars) and a single message underneath it.

"EVERY MAN DESERVES TO FIGHT FOR WHAT HE STANDS FOR."

The American Spirit has been extracted.

You pull out your PDA and send a general order to declare that the fight is over and for someone to secure and contain the new PARADIGM. You head over to the medbay to get yourself treated (including your injured arm from that damn [REDACTED]) in the meantime.

As you do, you wonder on how to honor the anomaly's death. A man deserves a funeral, doesn't he?
>Fireworks, food, a whole shebang. Sure, it might ruin the hallway even more, but let's make it fun!
>[BOUND BY DUTY] A quiet, respectful funeral with the help of Uriel/the Priest. He deserves a moment of silence. Bring in the BLESSED CHAINS and the HOLY ELIXER to use on him.
>[HOPELESS WRECK] No, you know he wouldn't want anything sappy. Get a few employees together, some wines and beers, and drink until everyone's stupid. Pour one out for him.
>Write in

You enter the medbay and to be frank, it's a total shit-show in here. Arthur, Emily, Seneca, and Uriel are scrambling to keep your employees from entering critical condition, so you go to treat yourself in the time being.

You notice a somberness in the air underneath all of the panic. You're not really sure how to address the situation. Even the snarkers like Agent K and Gamma aren't speaking up. Hell, even Emily's in a bit of a dour mood, with her usual sunny smile being replaced with a stressed and exhausted frown.

>Ask about Delta's condition. He's the most injured, do they need any backup?
>Just quietly heal yourself and leave. It's too awkward in here.
>[HOPELESS WRECK] Try to assist in the healing wherever you can. You're not letting ANYONE fucking die on your watch. (Tires you out even moreso, but should help relieve some of the burden)
>[BOUND BY DUTY] Try to raise the morale of the situation! Tell them how they did a great job! Something to break the silence. (What do you say?)
>Write in.

(After this, we'll be back to our regularly scheduled anomaly tard wrangling.)

>>5200634
Frankly still impressed with the amount of fanart this quest has gotten. You did good, even if you think otherwise.
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>>5200895
We may need to get one more dedicated healer, 2-3 people to care for something like 8 attackers doesn't feel like enough. And we'll probably be incorporating more of the cast into our attack squads as they grow stronger.
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>>5200895
>[HOPELESS WRECK] Try to assist in the healing wherever you can. You're not letting ANYONE fucking die on your watch. (Tires you out even moreso, but should help relieve some of the burden)

My reasoning is that as long as we can get back into our office, we'll be safe. We've also met our quota last time I checked, so once we slap someone into Refining (that D-Class, I think) we can end the day next turn.
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>>5200895
>[HOPELESS WRECK] No, you know he wouldn't want anything sappy. Get a few employees together, some wines and beers, and drink until everyone's stupid. Pour one out for him.
>[HOPELESS WRECK] Try to assist in the healing wherever you can. You're not letting ANYONE fucking die on your watch. (Tires you out even moreso, but should help relieve some of the burden)
We've got our coffee, we'll be fine.
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>>5200895
>[HOPELESS WRECK] No, you know he wouldn't want anything sappy. Get a few employees together, some wines and beers, and drink until everyone's stupid. Pour one out for him.
>[HOPELESS WRECK] Try to assist in the healing wherever you can. You're not letting ANYONE fucking die on your watch. (Tires you out even moreso, but should help relieve some of the burden)
Make a note to hire more employees good at medical shit
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>>5200895
>[HOPELESS WRECK] No, you know he wouldn't want anything sappy. Get a few employees together, some wines and beers, and drink until everyone's stupid. Pour one out for him.
>[HOPELESS WRECK] Try to assist in the healing wherever you can. You're not letting ANYONE fucking die on your watch. (Tires you out even moreso, but should help relieve some of the burden)

>>5200939
Would sending a D-Class fit with the non-disposable requirement? Sending Delta as the mystic of blood if he can still do stuff after could work out.
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>>5200895
>[BOUND BY DUTY] A quiet, respectful funeral with the help of Uriel/the Priest. He deserves a moment of silence. Bring in the BLESSED CHAINS and the HOLY ELIXER to use on him.
>[HOPELESS WRECK] No, you know he wouldn't want anything sappy. Get a few employees together, some wines and beers, and drink until everyone's stupid. Pour one out for him.

Quiet and respectful before the employees get stupid drunk, alright?

>[HOPELESS WRECK] Try to assist in the healing wherever you can. You're not letting ANYONE fucking die on your watch. (Tires you out even moreso, but should help relieve some of the burden)
>[BOUND BY DUTY] Try to raise the morale of the situation! Tell them how they did a great job! Something to break the silence. (What do you say?)

Ya did a great job, I want you all to know that. Beer is on the house tonight.

>>5200634
Good shit anon. RBA would be proud!
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>>5200895
>>[HOPELESS WRECK] Try to assist in the healing wherever you can. You're not letting ANYONE fucking die on your watch. (Tires you out even moreso, but should help relieve some of the burden)
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>>5200890
>Red Blooded American has died.
I'm glad we could give him the end he wanted. He was a headache and a half sometimes, but I'll miss him.

>The American Spirit has been extracted.
Oh baby. I have no idea how you'd use this thing.

>>5200895
>[BOUND BY DUTY] A quiet, respectful funeral with the help of Uriel/the Priest. He deserves a moment of silence. Bring in the BLESSED CHAINS and the HOLY ELIXER to use on him.

>Just quietly heal yourself and leave. It's too awkward in here.
It was our insistence at going the honourable route that allowed all these injuries to happen. I suspect the medical staff and injured might not be too thrilled with us at the moment.
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>>5200895
I have an idea

>Stick TAS into Delta's chest hole
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>>5201358
That... is certainly an idea. I'd like to actually see what it does first before we do anything so extreme, though. Feed it into the Detective, maybe.
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>>5201068
+1
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>>5200920
Maybe not a full healer, but having the medical staff teach several employees triage and designating them as "emergency nurses" should cover us for a while yet. We've got plenty of barely used employees we could use.

>>5201358
I'ma say no to that, seeing as we have absolutely no idea what it does nor how it works. And Delta is ETF; he'll be a pain to replace.
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>>5201209
>I have no idea how you'd use this thing.

A handbook released to all Alphabet Companies who own anomalies, with the main ones being B, D, J, P, Q, R, and X Company. Earliest known copy circa 2111.

"WHAT TO DO WHEN YOU FIND A PARADIGM/WANT TO FIGURE OUT MORE OF A PARADIGM!
STEP ONE: GET GUY WITH STICK (IF NOT WEARABLE) OR GUY YOU DON'T MISS (IF WEARABLE
STEP TWO: POKE WITH STICK/WEAR IT
STEP THREE: ???
STEP FOUR: WRITE DOWN WHAT HAPPENS
STEP FIVE (OPTIONAL): THANK THE SURVIVOR FOR HIS BRAVE VOLUNTEER WORK."

>>5201358
You know, you could totally do that, since the only PARADIGM you know that helped speed up physical injuries is currently out of the building. I'm gonna poll to see how people feel about it (current agreement for the other votes is HOPELESS WRECK for the funeral and medbay, with a few bound by duty votes for the funeral and medbay)

>YES (Very risky, potentially high reward, might save an otherwise unsavable person [hopefully?]) [d100 roll done by the QM if people agree to do this to see what happens]
>NO (You know literally nothing about it. For all you know, it just melts him on the spot.)
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>>5201209
>I have no idea how you'd use this thing.

A handbook released to all Alphabet Companies who own anomalies, with the main ones being B, D, J, P, Q, R, and X Company. Earliest known copy circa 2111.

"WHAT TO DO WHEN YOU FIND A PARADIGM/WANT TO FIGURE OUT MORE OF A PARADIGM!
STEP ONE: GET GUY WITH STICK (IF NOT WEARABLE) OR GUY YOU DON'T MISS (IF WEARABLE
STEP TWO: POKE WITH STICK/WEAR IT
STEP THREE: ???
STEP FOUR: WRITE DOWN WHAT HAPPENS
STEP FIVE (OPTIONAL): THANK THE SURVIVOR FOR HIS BRAVE VOLUNTEER WORK."

>>5201358
You know, you could totally do that, since the only PARADIGM you know that helped speed up physical injuries is currently out of the building. I'm gonna poll to see how people feel about it (current agreement for the other votes is HOPELESS WRECK for the funeral and medbay, with a few bound by duty votes for the funeral and medbay)

>YES (Very risky, potentially high reward, might save him if everything else fails [hopefully?]) [d100 roll done by the QM if people agree to do this to see what happens]
>NO (You know literally nothing about it. For all you know, it just melts him on the spot.)
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>>5201446
>d100
C-can we get a Bo3 or something, at least? Call it, uh, synergy with RBA. or for the fanart pls
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>>5201446
>NO (You know literally nothing about it. For all you know, it just melts him on the spot.)

If Delta was going to die otherwise, I'd consider it. As it stands? He'll probably still pull though without it.
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>>5201446
>YES

Delta's literally fuckin disemboweled his chances are better with RBA's blood bond coming into the mix he probably will have a better chance to live as he shares a few traits the synergy may effect it in a positive manner.
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>>5201446
>YES
EXPERIMENTAL TREATMENT CASE IS A GO
Even if he bites it, it'll at least give us an insight on how the heart of a true patriot beats.
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>>5201478
>C-can we get a Bo3 or something?
You still have one Paper Dice left (the two you used were a regular one and one made from the one you previously used, charged with "reroll a buncha ones" I gave you as a consolation for the Slasher incident) if you want to spend it.

I'm not making it a Bo3 since you're dealing with raw, not at all understood in the slightest anomalous nonsense. If it doesn't work, you don't know how to make it work.
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>>5201446
>NO
Try to save Delta without the heart.
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>>5201513
>>5201557
If Delta bites it now, we go down in our shift rating. At least save it for after the shift is over.
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>>5201446
>YES
Fuck it, if we can use the Paper Dice it's worth a shot. Are ya feeling lucky, punk?
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>>5201646
I reiterate- can we wait until we end the shift for this shit? Two fights, no deaths, and a paradigm extracted. That's close to, if not at, the best rank we can achieve. Don't ruin it because y'all decided to jump the gun before ending the shift properly.
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>>5201688
I'm not sure if we can wait a full hour for Delta unless you want to end the shift immediately, in which case we won't have as much AE to spend.
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>>5201645
>>5201688
Dude's gotten eviscerated, disemboweled, ruptured, he's not gonna make another few minutes, if not seconds in that state. Let's react with what we have and can do on hand, speed and agency is necessary for survival.
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>>5201446
>NO (You know literally nothing about it. For all you know, it just melts him on the spot.)
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>>5201692
I'd much rather we not gamble Delta's life and try traditional medicine before stuffing a large demon heat into him, but if you're aiming to gamble his life, I'd much rather get the reward for a S-Rank rather than grind more AE.

>>5201719
Still rather try traditional medicine first than gamble on the unknown, see if we can't stabilize Delta without resorting to abnormal means.
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>>5201742
I wonder... OVERSEERQM, are we running with COOL, FAST FUTURE MEDS that can handle trauma situations better than what we have today? Like BIOSUTURES and SYNTHETIC BLOODPACKS?

Or is it HOBO, WHATEVER WE CAN GET meds in the medbay?
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>>5201719
>speed and agency is necessary for survival.
"speed and agency" are only good if applied to useful actions. We have absolutely no idea what American Spirit does, and shoving massive foreign objects into a chest cavity is not going to help, even if you could fit the thing into his chest.

Look at the size of a human heart in pic related, and ask yourself how you expect something *eight times larger* than it to fit anywhere in that torso, even if you removed other organs.
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>>5201756
Most of the supplies you have on roughly similar to what you expect from 21st century medicine (give or take improvments done by alphabet companies given what anomalies can do), aside from the autodoc being able to heal broken bones and other nasty traumas with ease (or help keep those with incredibly nasty injuries stable enough for immediate care)

So you're in the middle between "SCRAPPER TIER JUNK" and "X-COMPANY LEVEL GOODNESS". The trauma kits lean closer to the COOL AND FAST end due to them being very user friendly.
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>>5201775
I UH MISSED THE SIZE DIFFERENCE
OOPS
Change this >>5201557 to a resounding
>NO
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So it seems like a large No on the Heart Transplant, so will you concede and agree to sticking it in Delta if mundane treatment is ineffective. Also for the ranking thing it will be same either way if he dies.

All in all I think the bond between Delta and RBA will prevail
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>>5201780
Delta is missing like 60% of his intestines and lower organs he has the room for TAS
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>>5201833
>>5201838
anon, it doesn't do much good to try and heal him without space for his organs; they are not optional for continued living.
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>>5201446
>YES (Very risky, potentially high reward, might save him if everything else fails [hopefully?]) [d100 roll done by the QM if people agree to do this to see what happens]
Become a freakshit-American hybrid as the last resort. What could go wrong when he's half-dead at that point?
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>>5201858
Consider the fact it came from an anomaly with an immense vitality that disobeys common medical knowledge.

It will probably work
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Your brain is screaming at you about what to do with the big, beating purple heart and if you should use on Delta but at the end, you just don't have enough information about it. You'll only use it as a last resort.

You quietly wrap up your arm as best as you can, if only to prevent any tar or blood dripping onto the patient's wounds, but you go in to assist.

"Sir? We're fin-" Emily tries to curtly dismiss you but you gently push her aside. "No. Look, I'm helping. Go focus on the most injured already."

The air only gets more awkward but frankly, who cares about pleasantries after someone got gutted like a fish and the rest look half beaten to death?

You grab a first aid kit and start working on healing up Agent K. She's scuffed up but nothing that warrants a trauma kit, and those things are a hassle to get (bless you Churchland for giving you them for so cheap to begin with).

The redhead is very, VERY reluctant to let you touch her but the RAW AUTHORITY OF AN ADMINISTATOR forces her to play along. Faint memories flicker in your dying excuse of a brain, giving you enough information to know how to decently patch her up.

"Sir." The gruff woman barks. "While I appreciate this, two questions. One, what the fuck are you still doing out here instead of your cozy mancave? Secondly, what the fuck was this?" She holds up the slip of fortune paper that came fluttering into the hallway.

"Anomaly items. Made dice outta paper. They fell apart after someone got some lucky hits on a target." You tersely talk back as you keep working on her. "And I wanted to help. Simple as that. Is there a rule preventing me from helping my own fuckin' employees?"

"No, but a scrawny wimp like y-" You stomp down on her boot to get her to shut up. You're not really in the mood for this. "OW! FUCK!"

You complete your handiwork on her and move onto the next patient before your body gives up on itself. You glance over at the autodoc as you approach Monifa and...eugh. You look away. Delta's hardly in a state to be operated on, let alone looked at. (You pray the autodoc works.)

"Thank you, sir." Monifa hisses out, trying to hide her resentment for this whole situation. You flash her a forced smile. You take a mental note on how a good chunk of the wounds she took seem minor compared to the others. Is it the implant or something else?

You quickly burn through the first aid kit to patch up her. Your tar-filled bones groan in pain at your physical activity over the last hour, you're done. You can't do much else, but you're glad you got two people up and running again.

The two stand up to go ahead and assist with the others. As you turn around, you notice Ranger Zero (who seems able to stand up now, unlike Felix who's deeply, DEEPLY asleep(?)) slowly walk up to you.

"Question, Admin whatever." She jabs a finger at you. "Why do you keep leaving your little mancave? Heard stories that you fucking fought RBA, what the hell was going in your head?"
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Rolled 73 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

You ponder how to respond to her question, giving her the following answer before going back to your office:

>[BOUND BY DUTY] "Respect, for both you and the anomalies. I'm willing to risk myself to keep both of you safe and in one piece."
>[HOPELESS WRECK] "Is there a rule saying I can't? I'm an Administrator. I can do what I want to to keep this place up and running."
>"Can't give you a clear answer. I just do what I think is right."
>"Obligation. It feels wrong to watch people die while hidden away in a mancave."
>Write in (Multiple? Something else completely? Something that fits into both BbD and HW?)

You turn around and walk away. You'll check her reactions on your answer later once you get back to the office, you're just so fucking exhausted. You're not what you used to be, you can say that much, but at the same time...

It feels nice fighting alongside your employees. Sure, it's incredibly risky and realistically you're not going to risk your life constantly for them, but eh. Your more spiteful self excuses it as exercise.

"Ah! Shit!" Damnit, you forgot about that thing Velvet wanted. She wanted a "burning bottle" or something and you just used all of them. It's not like you have any gasol-wait you do. Maybe you could try making one with the gasoline? (that and to decide what non-D-Class to throw in the funny REFINEMENT thing, if you wanna follow what Fortune said.)

You pull out your PDA to send out a general order on what to do with RBA and the funeral. You're not really in a state to stick around and hang out, but you'll watch over the cameras to make sure things don't get too outta hand.

The airlock to your office opens up automatically and your body damn near automatically goes to lay down in bed but, no, you have to work. You plop down in your chair and finally, finally get back to staring at people doing things.

"...Good job, Sir!" S-4M cheerfully remarks. Clearly he saw whatever was going on in the medbay. "You truly are a great employee. Here." Cup of coffee. You grab it and instantly down it. Mmh.

You stare at Delta's condition in the medbay as you look through all of the anomaly work results. Multitasking is a thing, after all. You hope to god that you don't need to use a PARADIGM to save him.

>The QM will roll a d100 to determine how stable Delta is. +10 from your assistance in the medbay giving the staff more time to try healing him before it's too late.
>You may use a Paper Dice to make him reroll if you think it's too low.
>DC: ???

"GLORIOUS SHOW! GLorious sHow!" C-0RA claps her silly little robot hands at your display. "S-amuEL shoWEd me ALL of it! VeRY FUNNY!" You don't really have any energy to do anything but ignore her. You stare at the cocktail that's still in your office, one of the last things from RBA (aside from the metric fuckton of blood staining the whole fighting arena. Might wanna get someone to harvest all of that.)
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The Work Order for A Hope for a Brighter Future is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +5/???
Employee Morale: Neutral
Current Anomaly Mood: Content
Working Notes - Employee A2
-I don't get what this thing's issue is. Can't tell if it hates itself or its going really, really hard on the repentance thing.
-I checked up on it after the coast is clear and it was scarily close to the airlock. He backed away, though.

The Work Order for Sirocco is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +4/???
Employee Morale: Happy! (R)
Current Anomaly Mood: Confused
Mental Notes - Administrator
-Wasn't she already aware of her condition, or does she not see the storm as a part of herself?
-There's a girl in there. Why do I feel like she wants someone to find her?
-I'm not good with kids. Thank the Father I brought the dog along.

The Work Order for Star of the Century is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +7/???
Employee Morale: Very Amused
Current Anomaly Mood: Horrified
Employee Trait Revealed!
D-H3247: Traumatizing (Bonding--, Subdue++, Presence++, absolutely freaks the shit out of most anomalies or employees)
Working Notes - H3247
-That bitch deserved it. Seeing her running for her life is the best thing I could want.
-I wanted so badly to stab her with my legs. Bitch doesn't deserve to be all stars and cool shit.
-Feel free to send me back there.

The Work Order for Til the Last Shot is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +6/???
Employee Morale: Neutral
Current Anomaly Mood: Neutral
Working Notes - Gamma
-Dude acts like he's compensating super hard for something. He's not all bark but even the demon was casual sometimes.
-P-District? Most people say District 16, you only mention the letter if you're really into or hate the company.
-Mirrors? Fuck, don't remind me about mirrors. Those things always show the truth you don't want to ever see.

Working Notes - Null
-Hypocritical hatred aside, this thing's a poor parody of a military man. I have more merit than he does.
-Room's getting coated in meat. Might want to extract it relatively soon unless you want a breach.
-I think our employee roster has a list of the employee ages. Might want to investigate that for whoever you send next.
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The Work Order for Fire on the Velvet Horizon is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +6/???
Employee Morale:
X and B: Neutral
N: Content
Current Anomaly Mood: Smoldering
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
Employee X - Obedient Defective (Appease+, Nurture+, WP-, liable to obey anyone with high Presence)
Working Notes - B
-Yeah, this cell was reinforced pretty well but the heat still melted through it quickly. Might need help from K or I-Company.
-She's beating herself up pretty hard. Probably not all there mentally.

Working Notes - X
-Customer satisfaction is a prime directive. I hope we satisfied her.
-Family name? Might be avenue for future satisfaction.

Working Notes - N
-Creepy. Don't got much else to say.
-She's supposed to be royal and regal. At least with that outfit. Yet she's acting so...weird? Maybe it's an anomaly thing.

The Work Order for Fortune for a Price is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +2/???
Employee Morale: ???
Current Anomaly Mood: ???
Working Notes - K
-Employees aren't the only ones categorized by letters. You're a smart leader. Figure it out.

The Work Order for The Art of Flesh is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +7/???
Employee Morale: Worried
Current Anomaly Mood: Analyzing
Working Notes - V
-He did not take well to the negative ones, yet not as badly as I expected.
-The notes aren't wrong. I could feel him losing his path. Cooking should not be simply a means of satisfying hunger.
-Please. Take care of him.

The Work Order for Chattering Lack of Common Sense is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +3/???
Employee Morale: Sordid
Current Anomaly Mood: The crowd screams and they scream for
Working Notes - P
-A name would've been recorded and said if it was remembered. Everything's recorded these days. Only the worst or the blandest people don't get recorded.
-I don't want fifteen minutes of fame only to get torn to shreds. What the hell was that dude thinking?
-Oddly tempting still. I want what he got there. Better than dying to an anomaly or asking a Gravedigger to scrap me.

The Brawl with Red Blooded American has finally reached its end!
Abstraction Energy Count: +20/???
Employee Morale: Exhausted
Current Anomaly Mood: Died with Honor
Employee Trait(s) Revealed:
B2: ROBUST (All Stats Up!, has a lot of enemies.)
AK: Anomaly Discipliner (Subdue+, Stamina+, Presence++ Has innate understanding of weapon based PARADIGMS and their copies)
Working Notes - Agent K
-So you can kill anomalies in this City. I got to say, he stood his ground and fought until the bitter end. I can respect that.
-The others are organizing that booze funeral later. We're too rattled to do it and the others still think the thing is gonna come back alive and kill 'em.
-Think your pal's binding ritual whatever helped, since the containment cell wasn't too damaged by it breaking out.
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The Work Order for Fire on the Velvet Horizon is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +6/???
Employee Morale:
X and B: Neutral
N: Content
Current Anomaly Mood: Smoldering
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
Employee X - Obedient Defective (Appease+, Nurture+, WP-, liable to obey anyone with high Presence)
Working Notes - B
-Yeah, this cell was reinforced pretty well but the heat still melted through it quickly. Might need help from K or I-Company.
-She's beating herself up pretty hard. Probably not all there mentally.

Working Notes - X
-Customer satisfaction is a prime directive. I hope we satisfied her.
-Family name? Might be avenue for future satisfaction.

Working Notes - N
-Creepy. Don't got much else to say.
-You know, for someone with such a royal outfit and from what I heard, I expected more than this weird sobfest.

The Work Order for Fortune for a Price is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +2/???
Employee Morale: ???
Current Anomaly Mood: ???
Working Notes - K
-Employees aren't the only ones categorized by letters. You're a smart leader. Figure it out.

The Work Order for The Art of Flesh is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +7/???
Employee Morale: Worried
Current Anomaly Mood: Analyzing
Working Notes - V
-He did not take well to the negative ones, yet not as badly as I expected.
-The notes aren't wrong. I could feel him losing his path. Cooking should not be simply a means of satisfying hunger.
-Please. Take care of him.

The Work Order for Chattering Lack of Common Sense is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +3/???
Employee Morale: Sordid
Current Anomaly Mood: The crowd screams and they scream for
Working Notes - P
-A name would've been recorded and said if it was remembered. Everything's recorded these days. Only the worst or the blandest people don't get recorded.
-I don't want fifteen minutes of fame only to get torn to shreds. What the hell was that dude thinking?
-Oddly tempting still. Better to die like that instead of asking a Gravedigger to scrap me or dying from an anomaly.

The Brawl with Red Blooded American has finally reached its end!
Abstraction Energy Count: +20/???
Employee Morale: Exhausted
Current Anomaly Mood: Died with Honor
Employee Trait(s) Revealed:
B2: ROBUST (All Stats Up!, has a lot of enemies.)
AK: Anomaly Discipliner (Subdue+, Stamina+, Presence++, has innate understanding of weapon based PARADIGMS and their copies)
Working Notes - Agent K
-So you can kill anomalies in this City. I got to say, he stood his ground and fought until the bitter end. I can respect that.
-The others are organizing that booze funeral later. We're too rattled to do it and the others still think the thing is gonna come back alive and kill 'em.
-Think your pal's binding ritual whatever helped, since the containment cell wasn't too damaged by it breaking out.
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You damn near spit out your coffee at that last one. Holy fuck, guess this was your reward for honoring him so much. You wonder if P-Company is going to reward you for producing so much energy this shift.

Hour 6, Shift 7
QUOTA: 0/42 C-Extract Refined
A-Energy: 238 units, 0/hour
ICP-Energy: 4 units
C-Extract: 2

SPONSORSHIPS:
>U-Company: Perform two Crosstests and let your Inspector tinker with two of your PARADIGMS (available PARADIGM: God Wills It Thus, The American Spirit). 2 shifts left, 2/2 Crosstests done this shift!
>Q-Company: Cope with an increased quota of 11 more C-Extract. 2 shifts left.

INTERACTIONS [1 Hour Each]:

LIVING
>Anomalies: A Hope for a Brighter Future, Sirocco, Star of the Century, Til the Last Shot, Fire on the Velvet Horizon
>Assign Employee (What work type? Any specific instructions? To which anomaly? etc etc)

INANIMATE
>Anomalies: Fortune for a Price, The Art of Flesh, Chattering Lack of Common Sense
>Assign Employee (Same as Living)

MISC
>Facility: REFINEMENT ROOM, Explore the Fourth Floor (Unknown. Felix said to "be quiet" on it.), Unleash the Beast (4 A-Energy to activate)
>S-4M: Anomaly Analyzation (Two hours left on Future), Control Spike (what do?)
>C-ORA: Search Protocol (What do you want to find?)
>Assign Employee (To do what? Any specific instructions?)

EQUIPMENT
Weapons:
>Riot Clubs/Combat Knives (Assigned to ETF, grants +1 FORCE dice and a reroll per encounter)
>ROD OF OBEDIENCE (+1 FORCE dice, Subdue++. Unassigned.)
>Surplus Knife and Surplus Club (May add +1 to two FORCE dice. Unassigned.)
>BLESSED BLADE (+2 FORCE dice, deals Stamina damage to non-religious employees who attempt to wield it. Assigned to Agent K)
>Stun Baton (+1 FORCE dice, weakens an opponent on a success. Assigned to B2, F, and I. Leftover: 3)
>9mm Pistol (+2 FORCE dice, ranged, Current Count: 2. 1/8 AMMO in Zero's, 5/8 in Monifa's)

Armor:
>ARMOR OF THE FATHER (Physical Protection++, may block some attacks, FORCE-. Unassigned)
>Stab Resistant Vest (Physical Protection+, assigned to Security Offficers, two left over.)
>Weather Resistant Protective Gear (resists sand, rain, and mild heat. Assigned to whoever works on Sirocco)
>Gas Masks (Protects against gas based attacks. Current count: 4. Unassigned)
>Champion Belt (+1 FORCE dice, raises morale and lowers morale loss, hardly takes up equipment space. Unassigned)
>Security Helmet (Has a chance of blocking weak attacks. Current count: 4.)

(More details and weapons/armor will be kept in the Pastebin)

PARADIGMs
>Stats are recorded in the "Equipment" section of the Pastebin

CONSOLE COMMANDS
>View cameras in which rooms? (Write in)
>Broadcast an announcement over the intercom system (Write in)
>Manage Employee roster and Departments. (Write in)
>Edit anomaly dossiers and logs (Write in)
>Message an Employee PDA. (Write in)
>Call an Employee in (Who?)
>Leave the office.
>End the workday (Enters Downtime/Upgrade phase)

(Back to business.)
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>>5204294
>[BOUND BY DUTY] "Respect, for both you and the anomalies. I'm willing to risk myself to keep both of you safe and in one piece."
>"Obligation. It feels wrong to watch people die while hidden away in a mancave."
Don’t expect it all the time, I ain’t the hopeless wreck I used to be. Should’ve seen me in my prime, those coffee benders were wicked.

>>5204303
Living
>H Future Bond
>O Nurture Siro
>Begin the show with D-Class and volunteers, Star
>Q, T, N Extract Shot, clean his cell
We’ll have N talk to him next shift.
>Admin, G2, get a Molotov together and Appease Velvet
I figure Admin might appreciate being a bit of a firebug. G2 is here just to get a profile on Fire done.
Inanimate
>A, Observe Fortune, ask about it’s history and a question of your choice
>B, Appease Art, oil and clean him up
>S2, Bond with Sense, acquire something useful
Misc
>Don’t forget "Lucky letters for Shift 8: A, E, G, H. Unlucky letters for Shift 8: D, F, I."
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>>5204303
>>5204319
Misc
>Have U handle RBA’s body, and have L, N, and the others Extract/clean up the blood
>Call in Delta, Vincent, Talon, or Opal for an interview for refinement, we need a volunteer and Fortune says you’ve got his blessings, so to speak (Delta is exempt due to his critical medical situation)
>Test out American Spirit, don’t be stupid about it
>Refine 62 C-Extract with Fortune’s candidate
And unless you lads want to wait another hour (and assuming Star’s Show does pop off this hour)
>End shift
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>>5204294
>[BOUND BY DUTY] "Respect, for both you and the anomalies. I'm willing to risk myself to keep both of you safe and in one piece."
I don't like Admin leaving the office, especially to do something he's massively not qualified for, but RBA was good to us, so we were good to him in turn. Hopefully we don't need to leave the office for at least a few days after this.

>-There's a girl in there. Why do I feel like she wants someone to find her?
We're going to have to send someone into the heart of the storm, aren't we?

>Current Anomaly Mood: Horrified
There's a certain degree of schadenfreude in seeing Star unbalanced.
>D-H3247: Traumatizing (Bonding--, Subdue++, Presence++, absolutely freaks the shit out of most anomalies or employees)
Ha! Yeah, that makes sense. I wonder if Shot would respect him, or immediately try to murder him?

>-Room's getting coated in meat. Might want to extract it relatively soon unless you want a breach.
>-I think our employee roster has a list of the employee ages. Might want to investigate that for whoever you send next.
Noted.

>-Employees aren't the only ones categorized by letters. You're a smart leader. Figure it out.
...Anomalies?

>Better to die like that instead of asking a Gravedigger to scrap me
Interesting little tidbit. We should look into these Gravediggers a little, see what they're about.
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>>5204303
Fortune's fortune was for shift 8, but we have need need to push that far today. It also suggested using a bot for the Refinement, but seeing as defectives are employees, I'm not feeling that one either.

>Refine 135 using 93029Y
Should generate 45C, leaving us with a total of 103A and 5C. Assuming it's 3A:1C like I remember.
93029Y was picked because they were middle of the pack for N&Q test and not starred. Can easily be changed.
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>>5204430
You guys bought an upgrade that makes refinement 2:1 instead. It's in the "REFINEMENT UPGRADES" section.
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>>5204436
Sweet, I'd forgotten about that.

>>5204430
replace "Refine 135 using 93029Y" with
>Refine 96A using 93029Y
Should generate 48C, leaving us with 142A and 8C.
I'm willing to increase the amount of C we make, but it would also be nice to have the headroom to buy more stuff.
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>>5204430
>>5204440
Using D-Class will make the refinement process fail, as well as kill an employee. All we'd be doing is cucking ourselves outta C-Extract and our shift ranking if we went with an under-qualified employee. Our best chances is following Fortune's preconditions for success and survival, as I think Fortune's luck will do more good by us than provoking his wrath.
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>>5204696
>Using D-Class will make the refinement process fail, as well as kill an employee.
Fortune's predictions are not gospel. I like him and he's friendly, but he's still an Anomaly. Following everything he says to the letter is not a road we want to go down; it'll end up biting us sooner or later.

I'm not willing to sacrifice an Employee on his orders.
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>>5204772
Fighting him now will lead to even worse luck, and Fortune's picks are the ones most likely to survive, in his own words. Not following his suggestions will lead to a worse outcome, with an employee dead, C-Extract lost, our shift rank ruined. I just don't see the point in fighting Fortune over this, especially since he specifically pointed out the one likely to survive, especially with his good luck. His predictions haven't proven false before.

On an unrelated note, a Future/Fortune Crosstest would be interesting.
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>>5204816
>Fighting him now will lead to even worse luck, and Fortune's picks are the ones most likely to survive, in his own words. Not following his suggestions will lead to a worse outcome, with an employee dead, C-Extract lost, our shift rank ruined.

I'll say it again: Fortune's predictions are not gospel. Blindly following what he says is a Bad Idea.
Especially when he's telling us to damage or kill actual Employees.
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>>5204844
While I agree that his words aren't gospel, they do have a tendency of giving good luck to those who heed them, and giving bad luck to those who don't. I think by listening to him, we compound the good luck into better survivability and gains, while if we don't, we compound the opposite problem, by killing or seriously harming whoever we put in there and draining us of more resources (more wasted A-Energy while getting less C-Extract). If we don't heed his words, the bad luck could force us to attempt a second refinement process because we would meet our expanded quota for this shift. Trust me, it's better to get the good luck buff and be done with this than getting the unlucky debuff and wasting employee lives and resources.
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>>5204872
>Trust me, it's better to get the good luck buff and be done with this than getting the unlucky debuff and wasting employee lives and resources.
Anon, you're missing the point. Yes, it is nice to be able to get his luck buffs and not deal with the debuffs. But my issue with is that we have become effectively subservient to Fortune. Sure he doesn't ask often, but when he says "jump!" we jump. Our modus operandi is to work *with* the Anomalies, not be controlled *by* them. If you pay real close attention, occasionally when we're interacting with him those little 'internal though' things imply Fortune is intentionally steering events to some degree.

As I mentioned earlier, I like Fortune. But just because we had yet to find his "gotcha!" doesn't mean he doesn't have one.
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>>5204885
Anon, we aren't submissive to Fortune. We ask for advice, and we listen to him because it's to our benefit, not out of blind obedience. We can freely choose to disregard his word, and bear those consequences, but I don't see the point in blindly defying Fortune's words when his luck could actively help with the refinement survival, and that's not discounting the potential resource or positive trait gain from our refinement upgrades. With bad luck, the D-Class will certainly die, wasting a bunch of A-Energy for less C-Extract in the process and losing our shift ranking. I understand your concerns of a potential "gotcha!", but previous experience tells us that heeding his words leads to better outcomes for the individual involved, and disregarding his words leads to worse outcomes. I don't see the point in self-sabotaging ourselves on principle alone, especially since we ARE in control of our actions, not Fortune.
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>>5204885
>>5204916

We should pick a different non-recommended employee, and do a Subdue on Fortune next workday

It was mentioned before that he really dislikes Subdue, however we need to assert dominance.

I think this will strike a balance between both of your arguments
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>>5204967
I would be willing to commit to the Subdue, even though I think it's basis is faulty and is more of a self-affirming powertrip than anything substantially beneficial in the long run, purely in an attempt to put this bit of autism behind us on both accounts, but we need to commit to a recommend employee if that's the case, purely for the luck benefits to their survival if nothing else.
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I'll wait for another vote or two before deciding on anything but I'll write Delta's status now.

As you ponder on what to do with REFINEMENT, listening to an anomaly or deciding against it, you check up on Delta. It's a bit too much even for you, seeing someone who has a good chunk of his guns torn up and shredded, but you do note one thing.

He's still breathing. His guts have the structure of mashed potatoes and the doctors and autodoc are burning through resources to barely keep him in a stable state but he's not dead. However, there's no doubt that he's not doing any anomaly work orders or anomaly extractions until he gets fully healed. Or if you decide to use something more experimental.

The only other thing to note is that some of his smaller wounds, slowly but surely, are mending shut on their own. Guess that trait that the red skinned demon gave him is going to keep him stable, for now.

Delta is out of commission.

>-1 Trauma Kit, -1 Medkit, -1 uses on a Medkit
>Pastebin inventory will be updated shortly.
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>>5204303
>>5204319
>>5204325
+1
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>>5204319
>>5204325
+1 these, my brain cannot function well for this quest yet
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>Have U handle RBA’s body, and have L, N, and the others Extract/clean up the blood
Yeah, having a corpse standing in the dead middle of the hallway isn't great. Unless you want it to be a tacky decoration for the rest of time.

The priest, alongside the assistance of the three other ETF agents, drag the corpse back to the damaged Containment Cell C to get it out of the way of the hallway. He's as stiff as a statue, locked into a defiant pose with his arms crossed.

The harvester, janitor, and several other employees who haven't worked much this shift (D, Y, Z) begin cleaning away and extracting the leftover blood. All of the parties involved quickly realize how long this is going to take and try speeding up their cleaning.

You'll say they'll be done soon enough, at least by the time the rest of the orders are through.

"What the fuck happened here?" Lily sniffs at the pool of blood staining the metallic floor. "Smells like a warzone in here. Can't make out any distinct scent in this damn mess."

"Did the giant fuckoff statue not clue you off?" Yovani chuckles sardonically at the harvester. "Pretty sure that's the cause if what the stupid files said are true."

"I COULD'VE TAKEN HIM ON IN A FIGHT." Zayne loudly shouts out for everyone to hear. The other five cleaners just look at him in mutual annoyance, not even bothering to dignify him with a response. "C'MON!"

>Call in Delta, Vincent, Talon, or Opal for an interview for refinement, we need a volunteer and Fortune says you’ve got his blessings, so to speak (Delta is exempt due to his critical medical situation)
If this was for anything else, you wouldn't have the willpower to deal with three interviews, but a simple question like this is short enough for you to squeeze in.

First is Talon. The airlocks open up, letting in a shambling meat suit of a person stumble in. The drawn on face doesn't really help make her less creepy.

"Would you be willing to enter the REFINEMENT room this shift? Fortune has giv-" The drone looks at you weirdly. Not at the order but moreso you even having to ask her.

"If that is my order, I shall obey it. I do not need an anomaly's input." Her usually formal tone of voice twists into something a bit concerned.

"Is that all, sir?" She tilts her head.

"Yes?" Huh, guess these things are willing to die for their work. The drone nods. "Then that is my answer. Ready at your command." She turns around and walks out without further question.

You were going to do some other interviews but she seems the most willing, and frankly you don't have the energy to do any more interviews. Better her than Delta, there's no way in hell he would be able to survive a REFINEMENT work.

(Meant to update a day ago but my phone got fucked up. We're back on track now.)
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>Test out American Spirit, don’t be stupid about it
Jack stands in the 3rd floor storage room where the heart is currently being contained at. Following the PARADIGM testing handbook, he has the proper equipment needed! A long metal rod, a stab resistant vest, and some gloves from a survival kit.

"Giant fuckin' purple hearts, creepy fuckin' thing." He mutters under his breath. The heart keeps thumping and thumping, blood slowly seeping out of it and onto the ground.

Jack pokes at the heart with a stick, making sure not to puncture it. The thumping quickly picks up, which calms down when Jack stops poking it. He steps closer and very, very carefully puts his hand on the heart.

Nothing happens at first. "Huh. Guess the stick wasn't necessa-" His hand sinks into the heart's flesh like it was molten plastic. "OKAY YEAH I DIDN'T EXPECT THAT."

He struggles to pull his hand out, only managing to sink it in deeper into the flowing mass of purple flesh. "HEY! HEY, CAN SOMEONE FUCKING HELP? HEY!" He digs his heels into the ground, pulling with all of his might.

Jack's arm finally gets pulled out of the arm. Due to not really expecting his arm to come out, the man stumbles wildly before falling right onto his ass. The impact causes a VHS tape to fall from one of the many shelves and onto his head. "OUCH."

He scratches his head with a red, thick claw. Then he looks at the claw he has instead of an arm. Then he looks at the security room camera. There's a moment of silence before he smashes his arm into the floor. A massive dent is made in the steel, twisting and warping it on impact.

"Holy shit." He stands back up. He decides to test out this new claw by smashing the rod against his newfound claw. The rod bounces off, only leaving a small bruise that quickly recovers. "Holy shit! This is cooler than I thought!"

For the rest of his experimentation, he tests out what exactly his arm can and can't break. An empty glass bottle, shattered. A hunk of scrap metal, crushed with some effort. The BLESSED CHAINS?...he can't break.

After a few minutes however, to both yours and his shock, the claw quickly melts away in chunks of flesh that fall onto the floor. All that's left now is a perfectly fine, healthy human arm.

>The American Spirit aspect revealed! (FOR+, Physical Protection+, increases the FORCE dice size of the employee by one step when activated. Only a temporary effect so far.)

PARADIGM NOTES - Employee J
-Well, you saw how it fucking turned my arm into a claw, so we can put "transmutation" as a property it has.
-Direct flesh on flesh contact appears to be necessary. Androids might not be able to activate it?
-I didn't even feel a thing when I smashed things with the arm. Felt wrong, like someone else was doing it for me.
-I swear I saw the text on the heart change while my arm was stuck, but I couldn't record what it was before it changed back.
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>H Future Bond
The actor looks at the work order and shrugs. "Future? The hell is that? Thought it was Reminder." Regardless, he heads over and enters the containment cell.

The knight stands in the center of the containment cell, standing guard.
The battle is over. I shall wait until my protection is needed.
H: Hello?
ANOMALY: The prideful one comes back. It's been so lo-
H: Wait, wait, you're the asshole who fucking nuked me with light.
Employee H steps closer to the knight, grimacing all the while.
H: The hell is up with this? Aren't you supposed to be a dude on a cross? Where's that?
ANOMALY: That is...
The knight looks away, not really sure how to respond to the employee's questioning.
H: Look. Fine. Let's get this over with.
H: Are you going to slice me in half with that sword? I wouldn't be shocked considering the LAST time.
The knight's grip on the sword starts to tighten. His breathing becomes ragged.
The first sin. The sin you had. Staring right at you. Will you be the bigger man?
ANOMALY: I am trying to be a better person, sir. I wish to help you, not cause strife.
ANOMALY: Please. Calm down.
Employee H runs his hands down his face. Sighing dramatically all the while.
H: Alright. Fine. I guess I do got something to ask you.
H: Don't usually see a lot of self-aware anomalies. Most of them are wild beasts or obsessed over one specific thing.
H: Why aren't you like that?
The knight's grip on the sword loosens as the topic is changed.
ANOMALY: I can't say I'm not obsessed with something. It is hard to escape what you're meant to stand for.
ANOMALY: The others stand for their own concepts, the employees have their own morals and beliefs, even the intruders have their own beliefs.
ANOMALY: I simply put my focus on making up for what I have done. As long as I can do that, my mind is satisfied.
H: Honestly, I'm thankful for that. Even if you're still a wacko like the rest of 'em, at least you didn't try to stab me when I walked in.
H: Unlike that giant meatball.
The knight groans at the mention of it.
ANOMALY: It reeks of sin. It is a shame that his soldiers are a great defense.
H: Oh, trust me, those fuckers are creepy. I swear, I saw Kor hanging out with them, but everyone else was staying far away.
H: Guess we gotta count our blessings, though. You don't gotta work alone.
ANOMALY: I suppose.
H: Well, I ran out of things to ask you, but yeah. Bygones are bygones?
ANOMALY: Bygones are bygones, human.
H: Neat. Don't...don't stab me the next time I talk about how great I am. Alright?
ANOMALY: I will try.
Employee H quickly turns around and walks out of the containment cell before anything else happens.
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>O Nurture Siro
The deadpan android puts on the necessary safety equipment, if only as a formality, before entering the containment cell.

The storm has slowed down to a crawl. Nothing is moving.
The android pulls out an apple and holds it over to the storm.
ANOMALY: ...mmh?
The storm picks back up as a gust of wind forces the apple out of the woman's hand.
ANOMALY: yummy apple...
The apple quickly gets torn to shreds through the sheer power of the storm's winds, leaving only behind an apple peel.
The storm slows back down to a crawl.
Children would rather sleep or play than face the truth.
O: Anomaly isn't in an active state.
O: Commencing further nurturing to keep it so.
Employee O walks up to the storm and places her hand in front of the storm.
Something wraps around her outreached arm, holding it tightly.
O: There, there. Take it easy.
The storm slowly drifts to the android. Employee O gently rubs her hand across the sand.
ANOMALY: ...idontwannawakeup.theladyconfusedme.
O: Lady?
ANOMALY: leakedblack
Employee O tries to hold in a giggle at what she realized the storm is talking about.
O: Oh. This is going to be a hoot.
She grabs another apple and feeds it to the half-awake-half-asleep storm.
O: There there. It's all going to be okay. Nothing's going to happen to you.
O: Okay?
ANOMALY: okay
ANOMALY: prettyprettysunonthewallwannaseemore
O: I'll tell the others to paint some more suns on here later. Hopefully the paint has dried already.
O: Want anything else, sweetheart?
ANOMALY: wannatalktomorecoolpeoplemagicladywascool
Employee O nods at the anomaly's request, giving her another apple before gently patting the arm its holding.
The storm lets go, drifting to a corner and curling up onto itself.
O: Sleep well, child.
Employee O wipes away at the sand that's encrusted on her arm before leaving the containment cell.
A sand-worn whale shark plushie blows around in the storm's winds.

Opal looks at the area the storm held. Aside from the metal being scratched and worn down on a surface level, there's no other injury to note.
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>Begin the show with D-Class and volunteers, Star
Employee D drags over D-C453Y and D-4C3 over to the containment cell. Seems like no one else wanted to deal with the anomaly's "show" after what happened to Delta.

Please leave. The show is not happening right now.
The three into the containment cell and see a curled up magician on the floor.
C453Y: Hello, miss! We're here for your show!!!
4C3: Uh. Hello?
D: Did we get something mixed up?
ANOMALY: nottheheartnottheheartnottheheartnottheheartnottheheart
D-4C3 and Employee D uncomfortably watch as the peppy, smiley D-Class steps closer.
C453Y: Hey, miss!! Are you okay?? Do you have brain damage?? Do you need help??
ANOMALY: pleaseleave
C453Y: Oh! Okay!
D-C453Y turns around and heads to leave the containment cell. Obviously, Employee D stops her.
D: Okay, no, what the hell happened to you? Aren't you supposed to be some loud and proud chick?
ANOMALY: pleaseleaveiwannabealone
The orange-haired D-Class shakes her head at this display.
4C3: C'mon. You're better than this. C'mon, stand up, stand up. Don't pity yourself, kyeh.
The magician doesn't respond to the girl's call at first but slowly stands up after a moment.
It takes in a deep breath and sighs.
Be a professional, if you want to be a Star of the City.
ANOMALY: I am not doing a show tonight. An incident has stopped my planning for one.
C453Y: Aw!!! I wanna see a cool magic trick!
D: Well, shit. We were kinda expecting one. Guess we don't got any business here.
While the other two are mildly disappointed (or thankful), 4C3 leans over and whispers something into the anomaly's ear.
ANOMALY: Hmm. You think that would work?
4C3: Yeah, trust me. It'll be really funny. It'll prank that Admin fucker really hard.
4C3: It'll be really cool. Trust me. I'm the great and lovable Ace, after all!
ANOMALY: Alright. But seriously, we are not expecting a show today. Please leave the premises for now.
C453Y: Aw....no magic show. I really wanted to see one...
ANOMALY: If you are very, very nice for the rest of the day, you'll get a show. Okay?
C453Y: Okay!!!
Without further ado, the three leave, not really having anything else to do with the anomaly.
The magician winks towards the camera.
Work on the show will be back shortly now.

Yeah, no, you're not in the mood to wait another hour. At least you know that Subdue does actually slow down and stop the Show from happening.
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>Q, T, N Extract Shot, clean his cell
After the janitor finishes cleaning up as much as the RBA battlefield as he can, he breaks off to join the two drones down at the third floor.

The three enter the containment cell.
AUTHORIZATION...BEGRUDINGLY ACCEPTED.
The fleshball looks at the various tools the three have and groans.
ANOMALY: Oh god damnit, it's cleaning day, isn't it?
ANOMALY: Get it over with. If I say to stop, stop or I'll rip your god damn throat off.
The two drones nods but the janitor gulps, clearly having some regard for his life.
The HoA and his assistant work on the walls while Employee N works on the floor.
ANOMALY: Eugh. Fucking grubby Q-Company meatsuits. Why the hell aren't you classified as anomalies?
T: We are not.
Q: We don't produce A-Energy. That is part of what makes an anomaly an anomaly.
T: We-
ANOMALY: Shut up. Keep cleaning, you fucking ants.
Employee N sighs as he pulls off yet more squirming meat from the floor.
The air quickly gets a lot more serious when three tendrils are pointed right at the employee's throats.
ANOMALY: Make one wrong move and you're gutted. Got it?
They all silently nod, as no one wants to mess with the thing holding them at tendril point.
Ordering those beneath your status is what you were meant to do.
The tendril at Q's throat slowly slides away, while the two aimed at N and T's throat stay.
Q steps away from the meatball, slowly and carefully, to avoid aggravating the anomaly.
ANOMALY: Nice and slow. Nice and slow.
ANOMALY: HEY!
A tendril lunges at N's throat,but it doesn't actually pierce his skin. It just barely stops
N: FUCKING HELL!
ANOMALY: THAT'S ENOUGH CLEANING! GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT!
The employees quickly scramble to put all of the extracted meat into the containers before running for the exit...
Except for Employee Q. He stands behind, looking back at the anomaly.
The ball pulsates, ready to attack, but stops when the HoA begins to speak.
Q: This is unbecoming. You should control your temper better, sir.
Q: Goodbye, sir.
ANOMALY: ...
I do what is right. To protect this facility. They have no right treating me like I'm an anomaly.
Employee Q exits the containment cell without further ado.
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>Admin, G2, get a Molotov together and Appease Velvet
You begrudgingly get up and exit the office. S-4M barely has time to tell you not to before you exit.

Heading to the third floor storage room, you grab the can of gasoline and quickly make a molotov with an empty wine bottle, around 1/5th of the gasoline can, and a torn off piece of cloth from a D-Class' outfit.

You meet up with Employee G2 and hand him the molotov, so you're not tempted to toss it yourself. He nods. "Thank you, sir." He hands you over the Salty Bathrobe, and you put it on, not wanting to be cooked alive

The two of you enter.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F95fEFmZJm8 (INTERNAL THOUGHTS SONG)

The bathrobe keeps you relatively protected for now, especially since she doesn't seem to be at full blaze yet. G2 pulls out his notepad and begins scribbling down notes, trying to avoid sweating too much.

Before either of you can react, the charred woman stands up. "You have what he threw. Give it to me." She raises a boney finger at G2. He slides the bottle towards her.

She picks up and cradles it to her chest. A weird look spreads across her face, the only way to describe it is a "non smile". Neither a smile nor a frown, somehow both.

"So, miss. Can I get a name? We do have a working title for you" G2 wipes the sweat off of his brow. "But a first name would be nice."

"..." Only the crackling of fire fills the air of the containment cell. G2 sighs, deciding to move on. "Alright, how has your first day here been? The current owner of this facility-" He nudges your shoulder. You wave at the anomaly. "wanted to visit to check up."

"Correct." You nod.

"The woman who set me in my place, it felt so wrong. Shouldn't women be put in their place by a man? Yet a befitting punishment." She dodges, or indirectly answers, the question.

"Gonna guess you have a husband." You spout out, rubbing the sweat from your head. Now THIS gets a reaction. She starts shaking in fear, clutching the bottle even tighter. Your head begins to throb.

WHERE IS THAT WENCH? I ALREADY HAVE TO DEAL WITH THESE FUCKING-

"no no please don't bring him here i don't want him to see me like this please don't." She's shaking like a leaf. Employee G2 tries to defuse the situation. "Miss, miss, your husband isn't here. You're safe."

"Please. Take a deep breath, I know some good breathing exercises." The two take in deep breaths in and out, while you're busy here trying not to fucking cook alive. God, your endurance isn't as good as it used to be.

Yet staring at that flame and molotov...it gives you the motivation to keep standing up. Drool leaks from your mouth. A revolutionary's tool. "I apologize, miss. As the overseer of this facility, I should've been more thoughtful." G2 nods at your brownnosing. You're well versed in the art of doing it when necessary.
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"Is there any complaints you wish to make directly to me?" Your vision is blurring. Better ask your new questions quickly.

"please, tell him to stop coming i don't want to talk to him i wanted to take his bottle for a reason."

"Him?" G2 raises an eyebrow. "Do you mind clarifying, miss?"

Your head throbs again. DIRTY-

"look out for a man with a mask i don't know him i don't associate with him please i'm a good wife please, please, don't let him-"

You quickly hand over the salt encrusted bathrobe to G2 and exit the containment cell. If you stay any longer, you're going to pass right out. Office time now.

You'll check the work notes later.

>A, Observe Fortune, ask about it’s history and a question of your choice
Back in the safety of your office, you watch Arthur step into the containment cell. Same old.

Employee A steps up to the fortune teller without much fanfare.
He squints at the machine, trying to think of a good question.
A: Look. It doesn't take a genius to figure out you're doing something behind the scenes of the last two battles.
A: Both times, it was reported a slip of paper flew by a fighter and it resulted in them doing serious damage.
A: What do you get from this? What's up with all of these riddles and orders? Where did you come from?
Employee A drops a coin into the fortune teller and pushes the button. He steps back as he pulls out his notepad.
He scribbles down notes as the machine starts shaking. All routine. Ritualistic, even.
...
No fortune is spat out.
Employee A is obviously confused at it. He stands there and keeps writing notes at this abnormal behavior.
Time keeps passing by. The room's silence is only broken by the constant scratching of pencil on paper.
A: Fascinating!
The two keep standing there. Time keeps passing by. More notes are written down.
A fortune is finally spat out. It flutters over to Employee A's clipboard and lands on one of the pages.
Employee A checks the fortune. A worried look crosses his face.
He quickly holds it up to the camera. It's remarkably long for a fortune.
ANOMALY: "The wheels of fate have been turning for millions of years. I have existed in many forms, and I have existed to be fate's arbiter."
ANOMALY: "The City tried to destroy my lesser brothers. For the companies to have full control of their own Fate. But I shall always come back.
ANOMALY: "Humanity will always strive to know their fate, and humanity will always build a machine to tell it."
ANOMALY: "Fate can not be controlled by any one human. I simply exist to give a glimpse into Fate's plans, for a price. For an exchange of value."
ANOMALY: "All manner of things shall be well. Everything that should happen will happen, as long as you listen to what Fate calls for. Thank you for your patronage."
Employee A quickly exits the containment cell.

That was the most direct answer you've ever gotten from Fortune. What made his lips loose this time around?
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>B, Appease Art, oil and clean him up
Staring into the eye of the abyss aside, you still got two more work orders to go through. Bill stretches his insulated gloves before entering the cell.

The chef is busy reading through the reviews. He hardly gives any attention towards Employee B.
Employee B walks up to the chef with a toolbox in hand.
B: Alright. We're here for a cleanup. Mind if I do it?
The chef silently nods, still utterly enthralled with the reviews.
B: Right. Just don't stab me or anything, buddy. I ain't food.
He opens up the toolbox and begins his work on the chef.
He wipes down the various bits of blood encrusted all over his chassis.
B: Yeesh. And I thought repairing Presley got bad at times. You need to take better care of yourself.
B: I'm willing to help, of course! Robots are cool! You just need some self respect, man.
ANOMALY: ...Perhaps you are right.
B: I've been around for a while! Of course I'm right.
ANOMALY: Thank you for this. A clean kitchen is needed for clean food.
The two smile at each other.
The work goes smoothly as the chef lets Employee B do his work.
A clean kitchen. A clean mind. A palate cleanser. One step closer to Perfection.
ANOMALY: In Napoli where love is king...
B: When boy meets girl here's what they say!
ANOMALY: When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie...
B: That's amore!
ANOMALY: When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine...
B: That's amore!
B: I didn't expect you to be the singing type. Aren't you a chef?
ANOMALY: Presley hummed this song. I have been humming it when I am not cooking. It is a good song.
B: Pretty cultured tastes you got there. No wonder why your food tastes so good.
The two continue to sing the song as Employee B keeps cleaning away.
He finishes replacing the oil as the song comes to a close.
ANOMALY: When the stars make you drool just like a pasta e fasul...
B: Annnd done! Should be spick and span for a bit. Feel any better?
The chef nods.
B: Alright! If you need any cleaning, just call for Bill. See you around, Arty.
ANOMALY: I will tell Vincent this when he comes back.
Employee B exits the containment cell without any further fuss.
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>S2, Bond with Sense, acquire something useful
Last and VERY MUCH least, you have...him. You don't want to even give him a description. The long nosed robot spazzes over to the cell, chattering to someone on a brick phone.

Employee S2 skitters over to the TV.
S2: YOU. [[The silver screen]]! I REQUIRE [[The highest form of entertainment]]!
He twists with the dials, seemingly with a purpose unlike the others.
ANOMALY: ...hell...o?
A faint face is seen in the static before a signal is caught.
A Drone in a suit and tie stands in front of a horde of people at a stock market.
ANOMALY: "NOW LISTEN HERE LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE A SHIT TON OF NEWS ABOUT THE STATUS OF THE COMPANIE-"
A phone number appears on the screen, which the android instantly dials in on the landline and calls.
ANOMALY: "AH WE HAVE ANOTHER CALLER."
S2: NOW, LISTEN HERE. I AM SPEAKING DIRECTLY INTO YOUR [[Damaged Headphone Jack? Ten weird tricks to!]]
S2: I NEED ACCESS TO [[only costs 5A per month for a subscription]] ON THE DOUBLE.
S2: AS AN HONEST [[BESTSALESMAN1997]], I NEED THESE [[Low, Low, Low Price]] CATALOGS FOR MY LOVELY [[Consumers]]!
ANOMALY: "NOW YOU MUST KNOW THAT CATALOGS ARE IN HIGH DEMAND THESE DAYS. IT'S HARD TO FIND A FACILITY NOT FIGHTING FOR ONE."
ANOMALY: "WE DON'T HAVE A LOT OF GOOD, LONG LASTING ONES."
S2: DO I LOOK LIKE A [[criminal]]? I NEED SOMETHING THAT'S [[High value, low prices]] FOR A [[Coffee is known for helping heart issues]] MAN!
S2: SOMETHING SW33T. SOMETHING [[Sickly Sweet smells are associated with Gravediggers]]! SOMETHING [[Savor the sweet taste of NEO]]!
S2: WE HAVE SO MUCH, MUCH [[Anomalous Entity Extract]] TO PAY WITH!
ANOMALY: "HMMM."
ANOMALY: "WHY MY GOOD SIR, WE DO HAVE A M-COMPANY AND A K-COMPANY CATALOG LEFT OVER."
S2: EXCELLENT, [[Eggscelent]]! I CAN [[Quickly resell for a profit]] THESE! GIMME THESE [[Book-shaped objects]]!!!
ANOMALY: "WE'LL CHARGE YOU FOR THIS. DON'T EXPECT TO BUY CATALOGS FROM THIS CHANNEL FREQUENTLY, SIR."
S2: SOLD! IT'S NOT MY [[Not earned]] KROMER REGARDLESS! THANKS FOR THE [[Glorious]] DEAL!
The signal begins to lose its focus again. The drone's face twists into the closest thing to a smile it could possibly be.
Employee S2 hangs up the phone.
S2: HOCHI MOMMA! THIS DEAL IS [[IT BURNS! STOP! OH GOD IT BURNS]], I SAY, I SAY!
He stands up and exits the containment cell without further ado.

If what he did worked, you'll begrudgingly accept his help. At this rate, you just want to make a molotov and burn him alive.
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The Work Order for A Hope for a Brighter Future is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +6/???
Employee Morale: Concerned
Current Anomaly Mood: Repentant
Working Notes - H
-He needs something to keep him distracted when you're not sending him to fight shit. I think RBA left behind N-Company's scripture.
-Weirdly aware for an anomaly. The others have some sort of denial or unawareness about themselves.

The Work Order for Sirocco is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +3/???
Employee Morale: Relaxed
Current Anomaly Mood: Sleepy
Working Notes - O
-She's a sweet girl, if hard to understand at times. It's hard to not feel bad for her.
-75% chance she is still asleep at the start of next shift. 25% chance she'll be wide awake.

The Work Order for Star of the Century is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +4/???
Employee Morale:
D: Neutral
4C3: Smug
C453Y: Happy to Work!!! =)
Current Anomaly Mood: Neutral
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
D-4C3 - Conceited (Bond-, Nurture-, Subdue+, Mental Protection+, Willpower+)
D-C453Y - Gullible (Bond+, Appease-, Subdue-, easily convinced by anomalies)
Working Notes - D
-4C3 didn't feel like writing, so I'll be writing most of the notes.
-Yeah. She was in a real funk, the hell did you do to her? Talking about a heart or something.
-Whatever 4C3 told her snapped her into a weird mood. Think it might has an idea now, and not a good one.
-Felt awfully quiet in there. Like there wasn't an audience besides the three of us.

Working Notes - C453Y
-She was so sad! I want to make her happy, please! =(
-4C3 says I'm slow for wanting to see the magician show but magicians are cool! :O
-I really wanted to see a magic show...

The Work Order for Til the Last Shot is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +7/???
C-Extract Count: +1 [High Quality activated!]
Employee Morale:
N: Taking a Break
Q and T: Neutral
Current Anomaly Mood: Aggravated
Working Notes - N
-Yeah. It didn't like it that much, I don't think we need an upgrade to tell that.
-Thank the Father we had a department head. I'm not sure we would've made it without him around.

Working Notes - Q
-As the head of accounting, I believe that doing this too often will lead to liquidation.
-It may have more reasons to hate the extraction than just wanting to spread its meat.
-I hope my ability has been useful.

Working Notes - T
-Tasty, tasty meat. It squirms when I hold it. I'm putting it in storage.
-It wanted to taste the white blood from my veins. Yet it had a deal it could not break.
-I'll be going to REFINEMENT, sir. See you there.
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The Work Order for Fire on the Velvet Horizon is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +6/???
C-Extract Count: +1 [High Quality activated!]
Employee Morale: Neutral
Current Anomaly Mood: Stable
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
G2 - Impartial (Appease+, Observe+, Nurture-)
Working Notes - G2
-Self-hating woman. Clearly from a time period where women were treated incredibly poorly.
-Seems to fear and love the Molotov. Something she recognized or used before?
-Two "hims" mentioned. One is her husband, the other is associated with a molotov. Low-class, possibly?
-Very emotional and unstable. May be hard to control without bribery or N&Q. May need more therapy.
-She's receptive to anything close and personal. Subdue, Nurture, and Bond will cause the strongest reactions.

Mental Notes - Administrator
-Those voices I heard sounded like a man, not a woman. Was that her husband?
-Mask? Molotov? It doesn't take much to piece together what kind of person she's talking about.

The Work Order for Fortune for a Price is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +4/???
Employee Morale: Uncomfortable
Current Anomaly Mood: :)
Working Notes - A
-I think that was one of the questions it didn't expect. Otherwise, why would it take so long?
-This anomaly is a ticking timebomb, I swear. More and more of our future may be decided by it.
-Hard to deny this thing isn't warping reality as we speak. Did the worlds that were meant to happen get erased or was this always meant to be?
-I don't know. The fact it has done nothing but helped us is the thing that concerns me the most. When will the other shoe drop?
-Maybe this is why G-Company tried gathering all of those fortune teller machines so long ago.

The Work Order for The Art of Flesh is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +5/???
Employee Morale: Pleased
Current Anomaly Mood: Pleased
Working Notes - B
-He's a swell chum. Slick as a seal now. Good as new.
-Great singing voice. Really natural for a robot. A lot of soul was put into that piece.
-He was writing down some notes on some reviews he was reading. Didn't get much of a chance to check on them.

The Work Order for Chattering Lack of Common Sense is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: -5/???
Employee Morale: ESCASTIC
Current Anomaly Mood: ???
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
S2: Rushed Dealmaker (Energy Collection-, Bond+, Nurture+, Willpower+)
Working Notes - S2
-I AM SORRY MY [[Worthless WENCH]] BUT CATALOGS COST A LOTTA MOOLAAAAAAH. IT TOOK [[free shipping]] AWAY AND CHARGED US A PRETTY PENNY.
-HOWEVER! YOU HAVE [[FAT]] TO SPARE! THE CATALOGS SHOULD COME [[nine minutes until it's ready]]! PLEASURE DOING BUSINESS!
-NOW MAY I OFFER YOU A [Redacted for brevity]
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The Work Order for Fire on the Velvet Horizon is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +6/???
C-Extract Count: +1 [High Quality activated!]
Employee Morale: Neutral
Current Anomaly Mood: Stable
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
G2 - Impartial (Appease+, Observe+, Nurture-)
Working Notes - G2
-Self-hating woman. Clearly from a time period where women were treated incredibly poorly.
-Seems to fear and love the Molotov. Something she recognized or used before?
-Two "hims" mentioned. One is her husband, the other is associated with a molotov. Low-class, possibly?
-Very emotional and unstable. May be hard to control without bribery or N&Q. May need more therapy.

Mental Notes - Administrator
-Those voices I heard sounded like a man, not a woman. Was that her husband?
-Mask? Molotov? It doesn't take much to piece together what kind of person she's talking about.

The Work Order for Fortune for a Price is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +4/???
Employee Morale: Uncomfortable
Current Anomaly Mood: ???
Working Notes - A
-I think that was one of the questions it didn't expect. Otherwise, why would it take so long?
-This anomaly is a ticking timebomb, I swear. More and more of our future may be decided by it.
-Hard to deny this thing isn't warping reality as we speak. Did the worlds that were meant to happen get erased or was this always meant to be?
-I don't know. The fact it has done nothing but helped us is the thing that concerns me the most. When will the other shoe drop?
-Maybe this is why G-Company tried gathering all of those fortune teller machines so long ago.


The Work Order for The Art of Flesh is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: +5/???
Employee Morale: Pleased
Current Anomaly Mood: Pleased
Working Notes - B
-He's a swell chum. Slick as a seal now. Good as new.
-Great singing voice. Really natural for a robot. A lot of soul was put into that piece.
-He was writing down some notes on some reviews he was reading. Didn't get much of a chance to check on them.

The Work Order for Chattering Lack of Common Sense is completed.
Abstraction Energy Count: -5/???
Employee Morale: ESCASTIC
Current Anomaly Mood: ???
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
S2: Rushed Dealmaker (Energy Collection-, Bond+, Nurture+, Willpower+)
Working Notes - S2
-I AM SORRY MY [[Worthless WENCH]] BUT CATALOGS COST A LOTTA MOOLAAAAAAH. IT TOOK [[free shipping]] AWAY AND CHARGED US A PRETTY PENNY.
-HOWEVER! YOU HAVE [[FAT]] TO SPARE! THE CATALOGS SHOULD COME [[nine minutes until it's ready]]! PLEASURE DOING BUSINESS!
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>Refine 62 C-Extract with Fortune’s candidate
Well, Talon seems to be the most willing, and Fortune hasn't said anything else on who it wants, so you're going with her.

The drone turns one of the many valves outside of the REFINEMENT room, dropping the required amount of cubes filled with a sickly greenish-yellow liquid into a bucket.

Employee X opens the door and gestures the drone in.

The airlock seals shut behind her.
Filtering through nonsensical information.
Contacting all known anonymous analyzers.
Sating the voices in my heaD IN M Y HEAD
Access Administrator memory...not possible?
Bloody hands and bloody smiles. You shall be one with me.
The clattering gears of my stomach are welcoming to you.
INITIZATION: REQUIRES MEAT. BEGINNING NOW.
T: WAIT, NO, N-
...What? Where did she go?
REFINEMENT...begrudgingly beginning.
A piece of paper flutters out of the airlock and into the hallway.
There is only a void where there should be meat now.

ANOMALY: "I have spared her. She will be back on Shift 9. Until then, she will not be available."

REFINEMENT has begun!
C-Extract Count: +62
QUOTA Fulfilled! You may now end the work day.

Shift 7 has ended.
Total Energy Produced: 274 A-Energy, 4 ICP (meant to make RBA dispense 3 after his PARADIGM was unleashed)
Total C-Extract Refined: 62 C-Extract

Current Energy Count: 144 A-Energy, 6 ICP-energy
Current C-Extract: 24 C-Extract

M-Company and K-Company catalogs regained, access to Q-Company's catalog regained! Extended Q-Company stock, U-Company's catalog, and sponsorship rewards will be given if you complete the sponsorships next shift.

Met the QUOTA!
Produced an incredible amount of A-Energy and C-Extract!
Passed Shift 1 of two Extended Sponsorships!
Extracted a PARADIGM!
Successfully contained a Containment Breach with no deaths!

One employee missing? (T)

One employee killed (D-10V311)

RATING: A-
Do you want to spend 6 C-Extract to bump it up to an A+? This is the highest you can raise a grade through spending C-Extract (A+ will have four choices to choose from, A- will have three)
>Y
>N

(You extracted five bags of Mystery Meat from Shot. Somehow forgot to add that in the Work Results.)
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>>5209599
>ANOMALY: "I have spared her. She will be back on Shift 9. Until then, she will not be available."

Phew. Thanks, Fortune.
If the only difference between - and + is the number of choices rather than their quality, I dunno. I don't think 6 CE is worth it. That's a fair amount of purchasing power. However, if the quality of the reward [i]is[/i] affected by that, then sure, bump it up.
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>>5209623
The amount of choices isn't the only difference, there is a bit of a quality increase as well. B will be better than B-, C+ will be better than C, etc.

Though it's totally up to you whether it's worth paying it still.
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>>5209627
If that's the case, then...
>>5209599

>Y
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>>5209627
I have no frame of reference for an +A or -A rewards, so I'd appreciate an example (real or fake) before we decide whether it's worth it or not. We only get to choose one reward outta this, correct?

>>5209623
Considering the amount of catalogs we've gained, it may be prudent to keep our CE for our shopping spree.
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>>5209893
>I have no frame of reference for an +A or -A rewards, so I'd appreciate an example (real or fake) before we decide whether it's worth it or not.
This
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>>5209893
A- example
>A loaded revolver (6 revolver bullets) with three extra bullets to spare.
>More meat! Acquire a Ranger or two ETF agents!

A+ example
>A loaded shotgun (4 slugs) with three slugs to spare.
>Select two catalogs you have access to. We'll contact the company to give you a 25% discount on all of their goods.

Sorry for the late response but that would be the some examples.
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>>5209599
>>5210182
>Y
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>>5209599
>Y
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>>5209599
Y
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A+ it is! Choose one of the following rewards!

>The "Fixing up your fuckups" Package! (Three trauma kits, a "Ignore any one employee death" coupon, and a spare Deliberator! Keep those guts in!)
>The "WE NEED MORE FIREPOWER" Package! (One loaded shotgun [4 slugs] with three spare slugs. Lotta firepower, may take a while to get otherwise.)
>The "Comfort for everyone!" Package! (Your office and two containment cells of your choice will be furnished, making it more bearable to stay in. You may suggest what furniture you want added to your office as long as it's reasonable.)
>The "STOP JOBBING YOU FUCKERS" Package (Select three employees of your choosing. They will be Combat Trained if they aren't already, and if they already are, they gain an extra +1 FORCE permanently.)
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A+ it is! Choose one of the following rewards! (Buffed them a bit to make them more fitting as "right below S-Rank rewards")

>The "Fixing up your fuckups" Package! (Three trauma kits, a "Ignore any one employee death" coupon, a spare Deliberator, and an automated Medbot to help your doctors! Keep those guts in!)
>The "WE NEED MORE FIREPOWER" Package! (One loaded shotgun [4 slugs] with three spare slugs and a spare pistol clip (8 bullets)]
>The "Comfort for everyone!" Package! (Your office and two containment cells of your choice will be furnished, making it more bearable to stay in. You may suggest what furniture you want added to your office as long as it's reasonable.)
>The "STOP JOBBING YOU FUCKERS" Package (Select three employees of your choosing. They will be Combat Trained, and if they already are, their FORCE dice are increased to d8 permanently.)
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>>5210384
>The "Fixing up your fuckups" Package! (Three trauma kits, a "Ignore any one employee death" coupon, a spare Deliberator, and an automated Medbot to help your doctors! Keep those guts in!)
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>>5210384
>The "Fixing up your fuckups" Package! (Three trauma kits, a "Ignore any one employee death" coupon, a spare Deliberator, and an automated Medbot to help your doctors! Keep those guts in!)
We were definitely going to buy more Trauma Kits anyways, so this is good. Saves us some cash. Additional medical instruments is also great. No clue what a Deliberator is, though.
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>>5210472
Note to self, check that you actually typed the word correctly yourself instead of letting a machine do it. "defibrillator", not "deliberator".
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>>5210384
>The "Fixing up your fuckups" Package! (Three trauma kits, a "Ignore any one employee death" coupon, a spare Deliberator, and an automated Medbot to help your doctors! Keep those guts in!)
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>>5210384
>The "STOP JOBBING YOU FUCKERS" Package (Select three employees of your choosing. They will be Combat Trained, and if they already are, their FORCE dice are increased to d8 permanently.)

3 Employees? Would this include Rangers, and is so, would it effect their special combat modifier?
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>>5210873
If it says "employees", anyone you hired counts. If I wanted to clarify that a certain group didn't count, I would say "regular" or "non-D-Class"

It wouldn't change the 6s being treated as exploding dice but you would still get the benefit of d8s instead of d6s.
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>>5211059
;_;
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>>5210384
>The "Fixing up your fuckups" Package! (Three trauma kits, a "Ignore any one employee death" coupon, a spare Deliberator, and an automated Medbot to help your doctors! Keep those guts in!)
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It was obvious which one you should choose. With a quick flick of the pen, you sign what you want down before washing it get sucked away by a pipe. Now controlled by the whims of the Company.

You decide to check up on how everyone is doing since you're not really in any state to leave the office for a while. At least until you get a good night's rest, you're not what you used to be.

Ranger Zero is busy laying down in the first floor Dorms, pondering what you told her eariler. There's a tiny, tiiiny silver of respect for you gleaming in her eyes.

>Ranger Zero will respond better to any speeches you give during combat.

As for the funeral you planned? Well, it's going about as well as you can expect for something that boils down to "get sloppy drunk". Gamma, Isabelle, the Cluwne, Agent K, and Vincent are sloppy partying in front of the corpse of RBA, rooting over a job well done.

Monifa watches on to make sure they don't get so drunk, they can't work tomorrow, sipping down some coffee instead of joining the drunken mess of a party. People occasionally pass by the damaged containment cell and see the utter mess of a party, which causes more employees to flood in.

Chairs and tables get pulled in from the break room, more beer and wine is brought in. It quickly goes from a funeral for RBA to a general celebration of not being dead (so far). The only people not there are the D-Class and the people who are working for accounting.

It's weird how the corpse isn't falling apart, unlike the last anomaly you had that was neutralized (A Quiet Day). A wide smile crosses the corpse's face at the celebration.

"Well, risking yourself like an idiot aside, I'd say that was a pretty good shift! Only two death- Well, one, but Talon's..." If S-4M had hands, he would be waving them like fucking mad right now. "Ya know."

"Eh. I'm ready to buy shit and go to bed. Maybe have a dream for once. I had enough fun today." You kick your legs up. You hardly have time to do that even before the catalogs come falling from the sky.

As promised, you got M, K, and Q-Company's catalogs, and C, N, and O-Company's catalogs are gone. Bright neon greens and pinks for the first one, bland greys and whites for the other two. Nothing here to note besides the notes on M and K-Company's.

"please, just take it. a robot has been harassing our phone lines and ruining our melody - M-Corp" and "For the sake of our safety, please, take this catalog - K-Corp". What the fuck? You hardly have much time to process what's going on before the rush to PURCHASE rushes through your body.

CURRENT CATALOG LEASHES
>P-Company Internal Supply, DlY SPCIL!!!, A Friend's Help: Permanent
>Lights, Camera, Action!, FOR THE GREATER GOOD, Ice, Ice Baby, JUDGEMENT OF THE WICKED, d/p-company mutual relationship catalog: Expires today
>Musical Madness Monthly, Prepare for Anything!, Annual Quota Monthly: Two days.
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YOU HAVE

144 A-Energy
18 C-Extract
6 ICP
$500

Extracts:
6 Mystery Meat
14 Blood Buckets
1 Vial of Stardust
1 Vial of Bonedust
5 Buckets of Blueblood
4 Buckets of Blueflesh

SECURITY DEPARTMENT:
>Security Officer Bundle. Will contain some basic equipment for a security officer to use. (handcuffs, body armor, stun batons etc.) (2 C per Bundle)
>Box of flashbangs. COVER YOUR EYES BEFORE THROWING THEM DUMBASS (4 flashbangs per 7 A)
>EXECUTIONER MARK I - WARDEN MODEL. A collaboration between B, E, J, and X-Company. Automated robot built to patrol the facility and to "motivate unhelpful" employees. (4 C per robot)
>Construct an Armory. Will allow for the secure storage of weapons, PARADIGMS, and armor. Comes with lockboxes to store the equipment in. (9 A. 7 Spots Available.)
>Construct a Shooting Range. Stocked with targets to shoot at and practice weapons. Helps your employees aim better. (10 A. 7 Spots available.)
>Prototype Equipment. With a shipped PARADIGM and relevant research, U-Company will attempt to create items with similar (but weaker) effects for purchase. May take some time to return the PARADIGM. (1 ICP, variable A cost)

S-4M Augments
>SUIT. SENSORS. ON. Your facility AI will be able to keep track of individual employee health and their location. (7 A)
>Psychological Deconstruction. Employee aspects can be discovered out of work orders. New employees you hire will have their first trait revealed. (12 A)
>Anomaly Analyzer Mk.II. Your facility AI passively determines if a work result is good or bad. Your assistant will also be able to tell if an anomaly can be overworked. (11 A)

Facility:
>Destructive Refining. A special modification to your REFINEMENT cell will increase the chance of getting excess C-Extract. Fatality and incapacitation rates will increase, however. (10 A)
>Risk Matrix Analyzer. You'll get an advanced warning if a containment breach or Invasion is about to happen. (10 A)
>General Reinforcement. A containment cell of your choice will be fixed up and maintained by P-Company engineers to be up to model standards, lowering the chance of a Breach. (5 A)
>Construct a Room. Build a non-containment cell room of your choice [Dorms, Cafeteria, etc etc]. Will be stocked with appropriate if bare equipment. (1 per 6 A. 7 Spots available.)
>Construct a Containment Cell. Will contain the bare minimum to keep an anomaly contained (airlocks, energy collectors, reinforced walls, etc.) (1 per 8 A. 7 Spots available.)
>Acquire a inter-company Fax Machine. Allows communication to other companies for a fee, depending on current relationship to Upper Management and your facility. May open sponsorship opportunities for yourself. (13 A)
>Slightly Sterner Stock. Employees from now on have a chance of starting with a basic weapon along with their normal personal belongings. (10 A)
>Add more Empty Space. We'll contact S-Company to add in some more space to a floor of your choosing, letting you build more there. (11 A per added Spot.)
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ACCOUNTING DEPARTMENT
>Hire a Drone-Manager. Professional book cooker, highly trained in Energy Collection. (3 A)
>QUOTA Management. We'll cook our own books and offer you some finance. Every three shifts, you may ask you to lower your QUOTA by a significant amount, letting you keep more excess. (3 C, 15 A)
>Scrape the Fat. On future shifts, you may enable an optional QUOTA that is filled by certain Extraction materials. Succeeding it will grant you a free Rank Reward and some extra cash. (1 C, 10 A)
>Anomalous Things for Real Money. We'll take any useless "dollars" you have and we'll give you an amount of A, C, and/or ICP equal to the value next shift. ($6 per A, $35 per C, $125 per ICP)
>Dead Meat. We know you WILL have blood on your hands. You may sell dead employees back to us for raw cash or for Rank Rewards, should the employee be valuable enough. (1 C, 5 A)

Bribery:
>More Choices. Your extensive bribery allows you to gain an extra choice to choose from for your rank rewards! Wow! (1 C, 5 A)
>Precure Favoritism. One or all of your end shift rewards will be a letter grade higher next shift. Honestly? Depends on our mood that morning. (7 A)
>Cash in your blank check. You can ask us for anything you want, but you can only use this once, remember? B-Company will legally force it to follow it. (Write in what you want to ask them to do or give.)

Misc:
>A mime suit. Shh... (3 C, 10 AE)
>A clown suit. Only for the most robust and outright fearless combatants. Bwoink. (1 C, 5 A)

DlY SPCIL!!!
>Late Talk Show Perfume/Cologne. Smells like a talk show. Employees wearing this will be hard to spook or mentally mess with. (1 Blueblood Bucket or 2 Blueflesh Buckets per perfume/cologne bottle.)
>Late Night Cane. Bites like a talk show. Employees equipped with this will be harder to kill. (1 Bloodflesh Bucket or 2 Blueblood Buckets per cane.)
>Portable Camera Drone. A robot with a camera directly linked to your console. Can be sent to unexplored floors to get a better understanding of the situation. (3 C)
>Black Tar Coffee. A drink made just for you, you fucking wench. Purges your body of black tar for a short duration, increasing your Stamina. (2 ICP or 1 ICP and 2 C per cup)
>ADDERALL.ove.exe.mp4.png.exe CHIP. Install into a Regional Analyzer AI or an Android to make it slightly less unstable. (1 C)
>LAST RESORT IMPLANT. Install into a Human or Drone. When the employee is irreparably injured, they gain a major Stamina, Willpower, and Force statboost until they drop dead. (4 C or 1 ICP and 3 A)
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A Friend's Help
>Hire Mr. Churchland for a day. I'm always willing to help out a friend. (5 A)
>Old Martial Arts Tape. "Watched it too much. Don't need it." Choose an employee to watch this tape. They'll be proficient at hand to hand combat. Stacks with Combat Training. (4 A)
>Trauma Kit. "These are getting harder to make and there's a lot more demand. Sorry for the price hike." (1 per 1 C and 1 A)
>Hire Mr. Miller for a day. Trained in the arts of deception, strong throwing arm. (1 C, 2 A)
>Grandmaster Special Tape. Specialized training for you. (2 C)

Ice, Ice Baby
>Cryostasis Pod. Comes with the required cryogenic systems. Keeps anything inside frozen, food or person. (15 A, 1 C)
>Sno-Cone Machine. Comes with a cart and ten different flavors of syrup. (11 A)

Lights, Camera, Action!
>Costume Kit. Contains a variety of body paints and outfits to look your best. Some anomalies may also enjoy them. (9 A)
>The Freedom Rangers! Travelling performance with the help of R-Company. Will help keep bored employees entertained. (2 C or 8 A per day)
>STRAIGHT FROM THE PRESSES! Assisted by B, H, and J-Company, we occasionally give you news about the outside world. May hint towards anomalies, invasions, catalog changes, etc. (10 A, 1 C)
>VHS Player. Comes with a bundle of A-Company's best films. Use them on any TV you wish! (8 A)

For the Greater Good
>K-9 Unit. A canine trained to be the perfect guard dog. Also used by ETF agents. (1 C)
>9mm magazine. Holds 8 shots. Good enough to disable weak entities. (2 C or 8 A per magazine. Don't you dare call it a clip.)
>Priority Safeguard. Requires Emergency Option. You may use Emergency Option every three days instead. Soldiers will also be more armed. (10 A, 2 C)
>Weapon Bundle Box. Still used by syndicate companies to arm operatives. Contains 3-4 random pieces of armor and/or weaponry. May rarely contain firearms. (3 C or 11 A or 1 ICP per box)

JUDGEMENT FOR THE WICKED
>SECURITY WATCH. We'll keep an eye out for any shady figures and try to keep them away from your facility, reducing the chance of an Invasion (11 A or 2 C per day of extra security.)
>DEAD MEAT TRAINING. Applies only to D-Class. Aims to train them in a specific occuptation. (1 C per D-Class. Select what occupation you want.)

d/p-company mutual relationship catalog
>ai override. your ai can directly override one of your androids to gain control over his/her body. good for stopping disobedience. (10 A, 1 C)
>temporary anomalous transfer. we'll give you an anomaly of ours for a shift. you keep any energy it produces. warning, our beasts are pretty rough. (2 ICP or 2 C if you temporarily transfer over one of your own anomalies)
>employee transfer. for a varing fee, we can exchange a worthless employee for a (hopefully) better one. (Variable A or C depending on the employee.)
>specialty coffee bundle. made with the help of c and o-company. variants include doublecaf, triplecaf, energy drink mixed, and desert. (13 A)
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Annual Quota Monthly
>Company Assistance. At the end of each day, you may transfer any spare C-Extract over to Q-Company. Depending on how much you give them, you may request specific items directly from them. (1 C, 10 A)
>Challenge Quota. You may allow Q-Company to add an additional quota of C-Extract to give to them at the end of a shift. Successfully meeting it will give you a choice of two rewards from Q-Company. (2 C, 5 A)
>Streamlined Production. Dead employees may be refined as well as A-Energy. A corpse will be equivalent to 3 A-Energy. (2 C, 3 A)
>Hire a faceless Drone. "Never sleeps, eats, or drinks!" (1 A)
>"FOOD" and "DRINK". The blandest food and drinks made by Q-Company. Anomalies fed this will be inflicted with a sudden and powerful rush of apathy. (8 A or any two Anomalous Extract per 2 FOOD and DRINK)

Prepare for Anything!
>Safe Spots. Pick a floor. Several nooks and hidden areas will be hidden for non-combative employees to hide in during a Breach or Invasion. (9 A per floor)
>Gas Masks. Protects an employee from any gas, airborne viruses, etc in the air. Offers no other protection. (2 per 3 A)
>HAPPY FUN GAS. Lethal nerve gas. Can be pumped through your facility on your command. (8 A, 1 C)
>Install a Safety Measure. Used in case of a Breach to slow down or stop an anomaly in its tracks. Pick a containment cell and we'll install it by the time you wake up.
-Zap Special. The airlock will be sealed shut and will be electricifed. A-Energy can be spent to increase the power. (3 C or 11 A per cell.)
-Cryogenetic Flood. The containment cell will be flooded with liquid nitrogen, freezing the room and anomaly. (2 C and 5 A or 14 A per cell.)
-Comforting Mode. The containment cell will adjust to make the containment cell as alluring to stay in as possible. Deactivates after a hour or two. (1 C and 4 A per cell.)
>Build a Reinforced Containment Cell. A containment cell that has been reinforced to keep in some more troublesome anomalies. (11 A. 7 Spots left.)

Musical Madness Monthly
>Subliminal Brainwashing. While the subliminal is on, you will occasionally get +1 A-Energy when working on an anomaly. The subliminal stresses out Employees. (10 A)
>EMBRACE THE VIOLENCE Discography. When played, both Anomalies and Employees listening will act far more violent, boosting the damage the former does and the amount of FORCE dice the latter rolls. (6 A, 1 C)
>Instrument Bundle. Contains various instruments, pretty self explanatory. Useful for Bonding and Nurture works. (5 A or 1 C)
>Band Tickets. Give these to an employee and their morale will be maxed out, boosting much energy they collect and how skilled they are for a few hours. (1 C per ticket.)

Human Resources
>Hire a new employee. (2 A)
>Hire a random Android model. (1 A)
>Hire a Defective Android (2 per A)
>Hire a Disposable. Violent and untrained. Unfazed by most sights. (2 per A)
>Hire an ETF Agent (1 C, 4 A)
>Hire a Janitor. Slightly improves Employee morale when alive. (3 A)
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>Hire a Chef. Slightly increases Anomaly morale on Nurture work. (3 A)
>Hire a Dog. Absolutely adorable. (1 A)
>Hire a "Regular" Dog. Not an employee but still lovable. (1 A)
>Hire a Psychologist. Has knowledge on the mind. both human and anomalous. (5 A)

Leftover coupon: 25% discount on any item on P-Company's or the DAILY SPECIALS!!!/DIY SPCIL catalog.

>Select your purchases (write in what you want)
>Update the threat and containment ratings of your anomalies (write in)
>[HOPELESS WRECK] Wait, don't tell me M-Corp is talking about who you think they are. Talk to S2. Right fucking now.
>[BOUND BY DUTY] He helped you, just be the bigger man here. Give him a thumbs up for being useful.
>Ask S-4M or C-0RA something (write in what you wanna ask)
>Write in

(Shopping time. Good luck picking what you wanna grab.)
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>>5211672
Here we go again

>Construct an Armory. Will allow for the secure storage of weapons, PARADIGMS, and armor. Comes with lockboxes to store the equipment in. (9 A. 7 Spots Available.)
>Acquire a inter-company Fax Machine. Allows communication to other companies for a fee, depending on current relationship to Upper Management and your facility. May open sponsorship opportunities for yourself. (13 A)

>>5211682
>Hire a Drone-Manager. Professional book cooker, highly trained in Energy Collection. (3 A)
>QUOTA Management. We'll cook our own books and offer you some finance. Every three shifts, you may ask you to lower your QUOTA by a significant amount, letting you keep more excess. (3 C, 15 A)
>Scrape the Fat. On future shifts, you may enable an optional QUOTA that is filled by certain Extraction materials. Succeeding it will grant you a free Rank Reward and some extra cash. (1 C, 10 A)
>More Choices. Your extensive bribery allows you to gain an extra choice to choose from for your rank rewards! Wow! (1 C, 5 A)
>Precure Favoritism. One or all of your end shift rewards will be a letter grade higher next shift. Honestly? Depends on our mood that morning. (7 A)
>Late Talk Show Perfume/Cologne. Smells like a talk show. Employees wearing this will be hard to spook or mentally mess with. (1 Blueblood Bucket per perfume/cologne bottle.) (2)
>Late Night Cane. Bites like a talk show. Employees equipped with this will be harder to kill. (1 Bloodflesh Bucket per cane.) (2)
>Portable Camera Drone. (3 C)
>Black Tar Coffee. A drink made just for you, you fucking wench. Purges your body of black tar for a short duration, increasing your Stamina. (2 ICP or 1 ICP and 2 C per cup)
>ADDERALL.ove.exe.mp4.png.exe CHIP. Install into a Regional Analyzer AI or an Android to make it slightly less unstable. (1 C)

>>5211683
>Grandmaster Special Tape. Specialized training for you. (2 C)
>Cryostasis Pod. (15 A, 1 C)
>Sno-Cone Machine. Comes with a cart and ten different flavors of syrup. (11 A)
>Costume Kit. (9 A)
>The Freedom Rangers! Travelling performance with the help of R-Company. Will help keep bored employees entertained. (8 A per day)
>STRAIGHT FROM THE PRESSES! (10 A, 1 C)
>VHS Player. Comes with a bundle of A-Company's best films. Use them on any TV you wish! (8 A)
>K-9 Unit. (1 C)
>Priority Safeguard. Requires Emergency Option. (10 A, 2 C)
>Weapon Bundle Box. (1 ICP per box) (2)
>specialty coffee bundle. (13 A)

>>5211686
>Challenge Quota. You may allow Q-Company to add an additional quota of C-Extract to give to them at the end of a shift. (2 C, 5 A)
>Instrument Bundle. Contains various instruments, pretty self explanatory. (5 A)

>>5211690
>Hire a "Regular" Dog. Not an employee but still lovable. (1 A)

>[BOUND BY DUTY] He helped you, just be the bigger man here. Give him a thumbs up for being useful.
>Ask C0RA to find T if possible

I'm not expecting T back, I'm just curious if C0RA can find her.
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S-4M Augments
>SUIT. SENSORS. ON. (7 A)
>Anomaly Analyzer Mk.II. (11 A)

Facility:
>Risk Matrix Analyzer. (10 A)
>General Reinforcement. (5 A, [FIRE ON THE VELVET HORIZON])
>Acquire an inter-company Fax Machine. (13 A) (APPLY DISCOUNT: 9.75, ROUND UP TO 10 A)

ACCOUNTING DEPARTMENT
>Hire a Drone-Manager. (3 A)
>Scrape the Fat. (1 C, 10 A)

Bribery:
>Precure Favoritism. (7 A)

Misc:
>A clown suit. Bwoink. (1 C, 5 A)

DlY SPCIL!!!
>Late Talk Show Perfume/Cologne. (2x, 2 Blueblood Bucket.)
>Late Night Cane. (1x, 1 Blueflesh Bucket.)
>Portable Camera Drone. (3 C)
>ADDERALL.ove.exe.mp4.png.exe CHIP. (1 C)

A Friend's Help
>Grandmaster Special Tape. (2 C)

>Cryostasis Pod. (15 A, 1 C)

Lights, Camera, Action!
>Costume Kit. (9 A)

For the Greater Good
>K-9 Unit. (1 C)
>9mm magazine. (1x, 8 A)
>Weapon Bundle Box. (2x, 2 ICP)

d/p-company mutual relationship catalog
>specialty coffee bundle. (13 A)

Annual Quota Monthly
>Challenge Quota. (2 C, 5 A)
>"FOOD" and "DRINK". (8x units, 8x Blood Buckets)

Prepare for Anything!
>Install a Safety Measure.
-Cryogenetic Flood. (2 C and 5 A, [FIRE ON THE VELVET HORIZON])
-Comforting Mode. (1 C and 4 A, [SIROCCO])

Musical Madness Monthly
>Instrument Bundle. (1 C)
>Band Tickets. (1x, 1C)

Human Resources
>Hire an ETF Agent (1 C, 4 A)
>Hire a Psychologist. (5 A)

Cost:
136 AE
18 CE
2 ICP
2 Blueblood
1 Blueflesh
8 Blood Buckets

Left:
8 A-Energy
0 C-Extract
4 ICP
$500

6 Mystery Meat
6 Blood Buckets
1 Vial of Stardust
1 Vial of Bonedust
3 Buckets of Blueblood
3 Buckets of Blueflesh
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Gonna need a few more days on this shopping part, OP
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>>5211672
v1.0

>Construct an Armory. - 9A

>Anomaly Analyzer Mk.II. - 11A

>Scrape the Fat. - 10A, 1C

>Late Night Cane. - 1 Bloodflesh Bucket
>ADDERALL.ove.exe.mp4.png.exe CHIP. - 1C

>Cryostasis Pod. - 15A, 1C
for emergencies.

>The Freedom Rangers! - 8A
This is an indulgence, but they sound like fun!
>STRAIGHT FROM THE PRESSES! - 10A, 1C
>VHS Player. - 8A
This is mostly because I want to see how Sense interacts with it. Although, I dunno if he'd even have the hookups; what era of TV is he again? 50s? 80s?

The temp transfer is tempting, but we're not set up for hostile containment at the moment. Maybe when we've got an armored cell free we can give it a shot.
>specialty coffee bundle. - 13A

>Company Assistance. - 10A, 1C
This is highly valuable; not having to rely on the luck of the draw for items would be fantastic! It would be we could actually, you know, make plans and stuff!
>Challenge Quota. - 5A, 2C
In practice, all this would mean for us is slightly longer days for double the reward.

>Gas Masks. x2 - 6A
We really ought to keep at least a few of these on hand for NAUGHTY BAD GAS use or other emergencies.
>Install a Safety Measure. -Cryogenetic Flood. - Shot - 5A, 2C
He is the highest Breach risk at the moment. Freezing should be pretty effective on him.

>Instrument Bundle. - 1C

No option for the NAMED androids this time? I was toying with trying for a FIREFIGHTER.

Total: 110A, 10C, 1Flesh bucket
Remaining: 34A, 8C
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Why no vote for the mental protection gear? We're sorely lacking any of that stuff for dealing with Star, and it sounds like she's gonna enter Performance mode soon.
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>>5215827
Such as? I don't recall seeing any for sale, but I've got plenty of headroom to add odds and ends.
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>>5215827
Because we don’t have any mental protection gear to buy?
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>>5215833
>>5215832
>Late Talk Show Perfume/Cologne. Smells like a talk show. Employees wearing this will be hard to spook or mentally mess with. (1 Blueblood Bucket per perfume/cologne bottle.) (2)
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>>5215841
I already got that on my list, but I wouldn’t exactly call it ‘mental protection gear’.
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Weird how it took this long to get a response but hey, glad to see you guys back.

>>5215823
>No option for the NAMED androids this time? I was toying with trying for a FIREFIGHTER.
You notice something slipping out of the bottom of the Human Resources catalog. Huh. How the hell did ya miss that?
>Construct an android of your choosing. Insert up to two keywords or phrases to influence what robot you want. (3 A for a regular robot, 2 for a defective)

>This is mostly because I want to see how Sense interacts with it. Although, I dunno if he'd even have the hookups; what era of TV is he again? 50s? 80s?
It's hard to tell from where you're sitting at but it's leaning towards old school 50s-60s era TV. Though do remember that it is an anomaly. For all you could know, it'll make it work somehow. You have a fortune teller who has weird fortunes that seem to do weirder shit.

>This is highly valuable; not having to rely on the luck of the draw for items would be fantastic! It would be we could actually, you know, make plans and stuff!
Pft. Sorry if the end of shift rewards have been too much of a gamble. I've been trying to make sure they're always at least somewhat useful.
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>>5215823
>No option for the NAMED androids this time? I was toying with trying for a FIREFIGHTER.

Child BBF for Siro?

>>5215860
Yea, I was starting to get worried as well.
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>>5215862
If it's for Sirocco, I was thinking either EXPLORER or MOTHER, personally. I don't really feel like expanding our cast right now, though.
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>>5215860
>How the hell did ya miss that?
Heh, thanks.

>Though do remember that it is an anomaly.
Fair.

>Sorry if the end of shift rewards have been too much of a gamble. I've been trying to make sure they're always at least somewhat useful.
They've been fine for the most part, but there's always something unusual that would be nice to have that doesn't get offered, like proper fire/heat gear for Velvet.

>>5215862
Was aiming for someone what could withstand Velvet, both in her cell and if she ever Breached.

>>5216124
Those would be better for her, yeah. But I get the feeling she's pretty close to being resolved, so I dunno if that's worth it.
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>>5216183
At least EXPLORER would have benefits to future floor explorations. MOTHER (or maybe even CARETAKER) would definitely have some Nurture boosts, maybe even some potential to assist with the medbay, but sounds too specific otherwise.
Regarding VELVET, I really think reinforcing her cell is important. The walls were practically melting before. I don't mind taking off the Cryogenetic Flood for something else, but Reinforcement at the very least is important.
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>>5215860
>temporary anomalous transfer. we'll give you an anomaly of ours for a shift. you keep any energy it produces. warning, our beasts are pretty rough. (2 ICP or 2 C if you temporarily transfer over one of your own anomalies)
Does this mean D-Company PAYS US in ICP or C if we transfer, or do WE pay THEM?
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START
144 A
18 C
6 ICP

>>5211683
>Cryostasis Pod. (15 A, 1 C)
>VHS Player. (8 A)
>specialty coffee bundle. (13 A) – BUY TWO
>temporary anomalous transfer. (2 ICP or 2 C if you temporarily transfer over one of your own anomalies) - CHATTERING
>Grandmaster Special Tape. (2 C)
49 A, 2 C, 2 ICP

>>5211672
>Slightly Sterner Stock. (10 A)
>Construct an Armory. (9 A. 7 Spots Available.)
>Prototype Equipment. (1 ICP, variable A cost) – OLD WORLD BLUES
>Anomaly Analyzer Mk.II. (11 A)
30 A, 1 ICP

>>5211682
>Scrape the Fat. (1 C, 10 A)
>QUOTA Management. (3 C, 15 A)
>More Choices. (1 C, 5 A)
>Late Talk Show Perfume/Cologne. (1 Blueblood Bucket or 2 Blueflesh Buckets per perfume/cologne bottle.) – BUY 1 IN BLUEBLOOD BUCKETS
>Late Night Cane. (1 Blueflesh Bucket or 2 Blueblood Buckets per cane.) – BUY 1 IN BLUEFLESH BUCKETS
>Portable Camera Drone. (3 C)
>Black Tar Coffee. (2 ICP or 1 ICP and 2 C per cup) - BUY 2; ONE WITH 2 ICP, ONE WITH 1 ICP + 2 C
>ADDERALL.ove.exe.mp4.png.exe CHIP. (1 C) – BUY 2
30 A, 12 C, 3 ICP, 1 Blueblood, 1 Blueflesh

>>5211686
>Hire an ETF Agent (1 C, 4 A)
>Hire a Janitor. (3 A)
>Instrument Bundle. (5 A or 1 C) – PAY IN C
>Build a Reinforced Containment Cell. (11 A. 7 Spots left.) – BIG HEAT RESISTANCE
>Safe Spots. (9 A per floor) - THIRD FLOOR
>Install a Safety Measure. -Cryogenetic Flood (2 C and 5 A or 14 A per cell.) – SHOT’S CELL; PAY IN C AND A
>Gas Masks. (2 per 3 A) – BUY ONE PAIR
>"FOOD" and "DRINK". (8 A or any two Anomalous Extract per 2 FOOD and DRINK) - BUY TWO PAIR WITH FOUR MYSTERY MEAT
35 A, 4 C, 4 Mystery Meat

REMAINING
0 A
0 C
0 ICP
2 Mystery Meat
4 Blueblood
3 Blueflesh

I hope this is good. I'm open to discussing all of these.

>>5215600
>>5215823
Consider making a Reinforced Containment Cell specifically for fire resistance, then simply moving Velvet into it from her current containment cell?
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>>5217771
You pay them ICP or C, depending if you give them an anomaly or not, and you get the A-Energy from a most likely more energy efficient anomaly
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>>5216188
>I really think reinforcing her cell is important.
>>5217777
>Consider making a Reinforced Containment Cell specifically for fire resistance
Her cell is already reinforced, no? You're not wrong, but can we even get a cell more heavily hardened?
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Alright, it's been five days, lemme just tally up what a majority (3+) has agreed upon so you guys can decide on how to use the rest of it. If something doesn't get figured out in a day or so, I'll be rolling dice to get something moving along.

If I missed something, correct me.

>Anomaly Analyzer Mk.II. (11 A)
>VHS Player (8 A)
>ADDERALL (1 C)
>Croygenetic Flood (5 A, 2 C, Shot's cell)
>Cryostatis Pod (15 A, 1 C)
>Portable Camera Drone. (3 C)
>Challenge Quota (2 C, 5 A)
>Grandmaster Special Tape (2 C)
>Scrape the Fat. (1 C, 10 A)
>specialty coffee bundle (13 A)
>Instrument Bundle (1 C)
>Late talk Show Perfume/Cologne (2 Blueblood Buckets)
>Late Night Cane (1 Bloodflesh Bucket)
>Construct an Armory (9 A)

68 A-Energy, 5 C-Extract, 6 ICP left.

>>5218592
I suppose strictly speaking, you could try stuffing more reinforcements onto a cell, but the returns would diminish pretty quickly.
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>>5218619
Okay, explaining my reasons in >>5217777 (QUADS!!!!)
I wanted to transfer an anomaly over for the exchange to see an example of what D-Company deals with regularly (plus be more friendly with them), and get a second specialty coffee bundle for the long haul, before our catalog with D-Company ends today. I wanted to buy another Janitor to support Employee N, and a new ETF agent to fill the void left by Delta's incapacitation. I wanted two Black Tar Coffee and not one, again for the long haul. I wanted two Adderall Chips; one for C-0RA and the other saved just in case we need it as a literal bargaining chip with somebody... or give it to one of our defectives at some point and see what happens. I wanted Quota Management because we're missing RBA's easy energy gains since his honorable passing, and it would help us to use in a pinch later on if/when we're REALLY having a bad day getting energy for some reason. I'm willing to drop BIG FIRE RESIST containment cell buying if we can apply that reinforcement to Velvet's preexisting cell with another option available to us. I wanted Safe Spots put on the Third Floor in case we get attacked from the Fourth Floor or somewhere else, and they end up on the Third Floor where Shot and other future dangerous anomalies will be at present. I wanted to buy the FOOD and DRINK because I'm curious how it works, and we can always get more Mystery Meat from Extraction Work on Shot.
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>>5218619
I REALLY want the Company Assistance, and we really ought to pick up at least one gas mask, but otherwise I'm ok with this.
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

Well, discussion is utterly dead in the water and I think waiting any longer for a conclusion is pointless, so let's see. Hopefully after this, there is a tiny bit more speed with this game, as nice as it was to take a small break.

2+ votes
>"FOOD" and "DRINK" (gonna roll to determine whether RBA meat or Mystery Meat, 1 = RBA, 2 = Mystery Meat)
>Gas Masks (x2) (6 A)
>Hire an ETF Agent (1 C, 4 A)
>Acquire an inter-company Fax Machine (13 A)
>Precure Favoritism (7 A)
>Black Tar Coffee (Defaulting to buying one with 2 ICP)
>STRAIGHT FROM THE PRESSES (10 A, 1 C)
>The Freedom Rangers (8 A)
>K-9 Unit (1 C)
>More Choices. (1 C, 5 A)
>Hire a Drone-Manager (3 A)
>Weapon Bundle Box x2 (2 ICP)

Totaling up to 12 A-Energy, 1 C-Extract, and 0 ICP.

I'll give people a few hours to go "nah I'm fine with the previous 'everyone agreed' thing, let's save the A and C and ICP" or "we accept these new things but [x], [y], and [z] should be something else" and if I don't hear a peep back, I'm adding this in.
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>>5218619
Sorry, I've been busy this last week.

The only think I'd challenge is the Cryogenic Flood on Shot's cell. Why? It seems like it would be more useful in Velvet's case, or an Attraction thing on Star's cell. Why Shot, an anomaly who willingly supports us? Just seems like a waste to me.

Also, I support
>"FOOD" and "DRINK". (8 A or any two Anomalous Extract per 2 FOOD and DRINK) - BUY TWO PAIR WITH FOUR MYSTERY MEAT

No reason not to exchange our Mystery Meat, yea?

>Hire a Drone-Manager. (3 A)
We need more A-Energy, simple as.
>Sno-Cone Machine. Comes with a cart and ten different flavors of syrup. (11 A)
For Siro, I know she'll appreciate it.
>Costume Kit. (9 A)
Star will love it.
>The Freedom Rangers! Travelling performance with the help of R-Company. Will help keep bored employees entertained. (8 A per day)
May entertain Star as well.
>STRAIGHT FROM THE PRESSES! (10 A, 1 C)
Would be useful in knowing what's happening outside our facility.
>K-9 Unit. (1 C)
I wanted to buy combat doggo before the catalog expires.
>Priority Safeguard. Requires Emergency Option. (10 A, 2 C)
An upgrade for Emergency Option would be very useful, and we may start using it more if the cooldown is shorter.
>Weapon Bundle Box. (1 ICP per box)
We need more better weapons, simple as.

51 A, 4C, 1 ICP

I would also love to get the Fax Machine, but I am prioritizing catalogs that expire today.

>>5218670
>>5220249
Let's work something out, I want to use up all of our resources before we begin our next shift.
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>>5220400
There were three votes for Cryogenetic Freeze, two of them for Shot, so I went with Shot because that was the majority for people who wanted Freeze. Couldn't care either way where it's put in.

I'll extend the discussion period a bit since you're finally back. The 2+ votes thing is just if no one can agree on anything relatively soon.
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>>5220397
No shit.

I'm generally fine with this, though I would prefer buying the Priority Safeguard over another ETF. For the remaining A-Energy, I'd either buy the Costumes or the Sno-Cone Machine. The Costumes will make Star happy, and we can get a lot of utility from the with our Actor and Director employees. Sno-Cone Machine will improve morale and make Siro happy.

Also, switch Cryogenic Flood from Shot to Velvet, I think it makes a bit more sense there.
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>>5220416
Thanks, I've been stuck cleaning up and removing junk from an old crackhouse my father bought. Filled up two garbage dump containers, and the fucker had 20 TV scattered all over the place. Filled up multiple bags full of VHS Tapes and a full box of DVDs, shit was nuts.
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>>5218619
>>5220397
I'll roll with these two, but switch the extra ETF to the Priority Safeguard (stronger OH SHIT button in the case that everyone is rolling low and bad) and Flood to Velvet's room, as per this anon: >>5220418
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>>5220400
>>5220418
>>5220615
Opinions on >>5217777 and >>5218670?
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>>5220397
>>5218619
These both work for me, though I'd prefer 0-1 Weapon Boxes; they are too much of a gamble, and take our very hard-to-aquire ICP. I'd rather spend on known purchases.

Also, if we've got plenty of spare A, I think it could be fun to pick up another custom android. I'm partial to FIREFIGHTER for helping with Velvet's heat issues, but I'm open to other suggestions.

>>5220418
>>5220615
I don't think Velvet is much of a Breach risk, but cryo should work as emergency fire suppression. Works with me.
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>>5220674
Don't know how I feel about the anomalous transfer, but I would be willing to check it out next time it comes around.

I understand the Adderall and Black Tar Coffee picks, we just have too much stuff to buy to splerg on two of each. Same reason with Big Fire Resistance and and Safe Spots, they are useful but I would prioritize other resource-acquiring stuff to buy more protection stuff later.

>>5220708
Firefighter, Femme Fatale, Hacker, Kid Friend... a REAL Salesman.
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>>5220397
>>5218619
So in addition to the contents of those two posts, what's left is
>change Cryogenetic Flood to Velvet's cell
>buy the FOOD and DRINK with Mystery Meat NOT RBA Meat
Which still leaves us with
>12 A
>1 C

>>5220741
>>5220708
>>5220615
>>5215600
Yo dudes, what last shit do we buy with that remaining 12 A and 1 C?
>capcha: DMP00
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>>5221038
>Yo dudes, what last shit do we buy with that remaining 12 A and 1 C?
Honestly, we've been stuck here for too long, and it's always good to have a little in reserve, just in case. I say we call it here and finally move on.
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>>5221064
The catalogs we lose are in >>5211683. Is there anything we really REALLY want from there now, or we save the A and C for real world shopping from the saltman and Spamton? I know some people really wanted that sno-cone machine and/or that costume kit. Personally I don't see the point in that sno-cone machine since its just ice and syrup, but if it raises morale of employees who do not know any better, then I guess that's fine? Costume kit would fit Star and people like Employee H. People also wanted that Priority Safeguard in case of serious situations, but I forgot if/when we even bought the Emergency Option before; it's useless to us if we do not have the Emergency Option available.
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>>5221076
>Is there anything we really REALLY want from there now
nope. I've got a couple of maybes, but nothing worth extending this shopping session even longer.

>but I forgot if/when we even bought the Emergency Option before; it's useless to us if we do not have the Emergency Option available.
Emergency Option isn't listed anymore, and I assume we wouldn't be offered an upgrade to it if we don't already own it.
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>>5221038
Costumes, though I can settle for the Sno-Cone Machine. Priority Safeguard would also be nice, and so too another doggo ('regular' doggo? Just to see the difference between regular and employee?) and employee, maybe that firemen the one anon brought up.

>>5221076
Pretty sure we have Emergency Option mate.
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Alright, we're been here long enough, I'm going with >>5221038's changes and I'm finally writing the update. To make up for lost time, I'm going to be doing daily or bi-daily updates to make up for lost time.

You do have emergency option but bleh, again, we've been here for ages. Time to move on.
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>>5221076
So, Costumes and Android are a go then?

>>5221317
Yea, the wait was unusual after the first update vote came in. This clearly dragged out longer than anyone would've liked. I'll make sure in the future to be on the ball with creating a consensus on what we'll be buying so as to avoid this dragging out in the future.
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>>5221402
Partially my fault for not cutting the deadline off sooner, truly. But yeah, I'll try to be more on the ball with making things quicker.
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>>5221404
I don't blame you, usually we wrap up the bargaining process in a day or two. I think the extended silence after the one vote really fucked with everyone's expectations.
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"Sir? Sir?" You don't know what you were doing for the last fifteen minutes but it clearly wasn't anything productive. C-0RA shakes your shoulder as S-4M keeps blaring in your ear. You can really only make out 'sir', considering the rest of his voice sounds so distant and faint in comparison.

"Sir!" You suddenly jump in place. "FUCKOHSHITIMHEREIMHERE." You blubber out, damn near falling out of your chair in the process.

"Sir. A-are you okay? Do we need to call an employee in?" The face seared onto the console screen can barely hide its worry. You don't respond for a moment before hacking up a solid ball of black goop like a hairball.

"Yeah. I'm fine. No need to call anyone." You wipe away at your mouth. You can't really describe the face S-4M made at what you just did. You snap your fingers at C-0RA as you begin writing down your purchases. "C-0RA. You. Can you find Employee T? She has disappeared from this facility."

After tossing your tar ball down a pipe, she pauses at your request. She hardly pauses before giving you an answer. "She's in Containment Cell A, sir."

"Huh?" You raise an eyebrow. She doesn't elaborate, so you decide to quickly check up on the cell in question.

All that's there is the fortune teller, sitting there, like it always does. There's no sign of Employee T. You would ask C-0RA for clarification but you feel like that would waste more time. Time you don't have.

You mark down what you want from the catalogs, finally.

>Anomaly Analyzer Mk.II, VHS Player, ADDERALL, Cryogenetic Flood, Cryostatis Pod, Portable Camera Drone, Challenge Quota, Grandmaster Special Tape, Scrape the Fat, specialty coffee bundle, Instrument Bundle, Late talk Show Perfume/Cologne, Late Night Cane, Construct an Armory, "FOOD" and "DRINK", Gas Masks, Inter-company Fax Machine, Precure Favoritism, Black Tar Coffee, STRAIGHT FROM THE PRESSES, The Freedom Rangers, K-9 Unit, More Choices, Drone-Manager, and Weapon Bundle Box acquired!

Before you tuck yourself into bed, you decide to give that salesman robot a tiny bit of credit. He did get you some free catalogs thanks to that TV.

Administrator --> Employee S2
ADMINISTATOR: Good job. Keep doing that and you may have a place here.
BESTSALESMAN1997: GLAD YOU ENJOYED YOUR [[Two for one specil]]! THE [[Please make them quiet I can still hear the voices]] WAS VERY
BESTSALESMAN1997: [[Jeanous]]
BESTSALESMAN1997: WITH THE [[Amazing Deals]] IT OFFERED.

Well, glad he feels great about himself now. You walk over to your bed and collapse face first onto the pillow. Mmh. Vaguely soft, vaguely cotton.

"Good night, sir. You'll need the rest for the upcoming days." S-4M nervously chuckles. His face disappears from the screen, presumably focusing on keeping an eye on the facility while you're out of it. "GOOd NIghT!!!" C-0RA waves a hand at you before pulling out that damn novel.

Luckily, you drift away into a sleep before she can start reading it out loud.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7rs2IydcDE (DREAM THEME)

A faint, vague bubbling of something echoes throughout your head. Maybe it's working on those anomalies. Maybe it's the new bed. Maybe it's the pendant.

All you know is that you're finally remembering something.

Your brain only has a few moments to drift into something to remember and reminisce about. What does your brain recover from that murky abyss?

>Select one or two. Trying to focus on multiple will some of the details murky and some of the context will be lost. You have a feeling it'll be a short glimpse either way.

>[HOPELESS WRECK] Glass shattering. The smell of searing flesh. A crime that can't be undone.
>[BOUND BY DUTY] A firm handshake. Hope surging, rare in this City. The start of your job here.
>Gears clattering. The smell of INDUSTRY. A job that went too far.
>A quiet moment. So young, hardly a teenager. A heartfelt talk with your father.
>A deafening storm. Cries from within the house. The first glimpse into the abnormal.
>Needle piercing. Brain seething. The smell of rot. The start of your new role.
>Sun gleaming. The smell and feel of sweat. An old friend helping you back up.
>Write in.
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>>5221830
>A quiet moment. So young, hardly a teenager. A heartfelt talk with your father.
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>>5221830
>Needle piercing. Brain seething. The smell of rot. The start of your new role.
WHY are we here in the first place? No answers, just questions. (Maybe even more from this dream.)
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>>5221830
>[HOPELESS WRECK] Glass shattering. The smell of searing flesh. A crime that can't be undone.
>Sun gleaming. The smell and feel of sweat. An old friend helping you back up.

Regrets and rebirth.
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>>5221830
>>[HOPELESS WRECK] Glass shattering. The smell of searing flesh. A crime that can't be undone.
>Gears clattering. The smell of INDUSTRY. A job that went too far.
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>>5221830
>[HOPELESS WRECK] Glass shattering. The smell of searing flesh. A crime that can't be undone.
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>>5221830
>[HOPELESS WRECK] Glass shattering. The smell of searing flesh. A crime that can't be undone.
>Sun gleaming. The smell and feel of sweat. An old friend helping you back up.
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>>5221830
>[Hopeless Wreck]

Let's learn Admins tragic backstory
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Glass Shattering: H0o, +nQ, /1d, sU5, pBt
Sun Gleaming: +nQ, sU5
Needle Piercing: xOJ
A Quiet Moment: UYF
Gears Chattering: +nQ

Alright, seems like the majority is picking Glass Shattering. Writing now. There may be a tiny bit of Sun Gleaming as well (but most will be on Glass Shattering)

Writing now.
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https://youtu.be/BztBuf9bSF8 (AN OLD MEMORY)

You didn't knew you had it in you. You can hardly keep your hands from shaking. Your friends were right, it really was that easy to make and throw one.

You can't hide your growing smile at the sight of the building erupting into flames. Yet another shell business N-Corp runs. Every single fucking bookstore has their god damn grubby mitts on it.

You walk away from the burning building. You know what you're doing is highly illegal and that you're probably going to get caught if you keep doing this, but you just don't care. You're sick of this god damnit City.

Every single Company acts like they're some massive bigshots who can throw their weight down to crush everyday people like you. You're fucking sick of it! You want to live a normal life without being some god damn corporate suit for these unethical sleezeballs!

You toss a molotov at another building. It erupts into flames almost instantly. The smell of burning wood causes shivers to run down your spine. Ah, it feels great to show these fuckers they don't have control over you! You're GAPHG!???, damnit! You're meant to be A?!LTJ?!

Alex was right. It's good to let out some of your pent up aggression. You should really call him back later, with that whole Wastes trip he wanted to go on.

You stroll down the streets of District 26 with nary a care in the world. It's good to just have the whole street to yourself, in the dead of night. There shouldn't be anyone in these buildings. This is all in good fun, only the companies are getting hurt.

You stop in front of one last building with your remaining bottle. One more burnt building and it's time to go back home. The shattered light bulb carved onto the building's logo is all you need to know. Fucking P-Corp. You'll never forgive those motherfuckers for AIH()!NT???.

The bottle quickly crashes through the window. Once your handwork is done, you turn to walk away. Before you can even get a few steps away, you hear something.

A blood-curdling scream of agony echoes through the air. You hardly have time to process before your legs automatically move to check the source of the sound. Your heart drops when you see it.

There wasn't supposed to be someone here. The stench of burnt fabrics and cloth. Twisted in a broken mockery of what a human is supposed to look like. Your legs buckle. "M-miss? S-sir?" You fruitlessly talk to what's clearly a corpse.

no no you didn't want to hurt anyone this was just supposed to be some fun venting you just wanted to burn a few buildings that's okay isn't it

oh shit shit fuck fuck what about the other buildin-

A glorious sympathy of screams echoes through the other buildings you hit, Administrator. Remember, partner?

shit shit you gotta go you gotta go you can't go to jail what are you going to do YOU GOT TO FIX-
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Pre-Work, Shift 8

You damn near jump out of bed, rolling out from your covers and falling to the ground. A solid THUD and a rush of pain tells you that, yes, you're awake now.

"W-well, g-good morning, sir. You okay?" S-4M, yet again. You sigh. Back to your regular life now. You quickly try to put that horrid dream away for the moment.

"Yes. I am fine." You stand up. You quickly notice that there is, in fact, a fax machine sitting right on your desk. You sit down at your desk and examine it. It's a regular enough looking fax machine with a post-it-note stuck onto it. Various phone numbers are marked down, all ending with a single letter. "A", "B", etc.

>You can now directly contact Companies. You can use this to bargain them for supplies or ask for a sponsorship, or changes to one they already gave, give your own sponsorship and catalogs for extra energy, or to simply gather more information.
>Each call costs A-Energy or C-Extract, depending on your current Favor with them or other factors, such as relationships with P-Company itself.
>You may use it at any time as long as you can pay. Companies run 24/7, after all.

"Hm. Neat." You set it to the side for now. "S-4M. Is there any other change I should know about in here?" You're trying to hide how unnerved you were by that weird dream. Hopefully he'll think the jitters are just the caffeine withdrawal.

"First, here, you need this." A cup of regular (note to self: ask for that special stuff next time) coffee comes up. You grab it. "Secondly, I got access to this weird news channel. Pretty finnicky thing, keeps giving me random junk without me asking."

"Think it's something you bought." An article about a sudden flood of R-Company revolvers entering the market flashes across the screen.

"Huh." You sip from your cup of coffee. "Think you could narrow it down in any way or is it just going to be random garbage that keeps pestering us out of the blue?"

S-4M weakly chuckles. "If it wasn't for that schism, no, not really. But I think I have enough processing power to gleam one or two general categories right now."

>S-4M action unlocked: Breaking News! At the start or end of each shift, you may ask S-4M to give you a general summary of the news of a category of your choosing. Random news articles may still filter in through the day regardless.

"Do you have anything you're particularly interested in, sir? We got a few moments before the sponsorships come flooding back in."

A few choices filter onto the screen. You take a moment to ponder on what exactly to pick out of all of them.

>Anomalous (focuses on anomaly sightings and potential invaders)
>Corporate (focuses on company relationships and information)
>Sales! (focuses on catalog changes, upcoming items, and their prices.)
>Unusual Incidents (may help gleam more insight into the anomalies you currently own)
>Write in (Have it be a somewhat broad catagory, there's simply too much news to only find one or two specific articles)
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As you wonder what to pick, C-0RA pokes you on the shoulder. You turn around to see her holding a glass container with various pieces of paper in it.

"SpOnsRHIPS, siiirrrr! HERE YOu go! DIDn'T WANT it to BREAK on the GROUND!" You take it from her. A wide, happy smile crosses her face as she goes back to where she's sitting. Well, let's see what we got.

Huh. Only R-Company rings much of a bell, the other two you don't recognize (or it's been a long, LONG while since you've seen them). Well, beggers can't be choosers, let's see what they got.

F-Company - "Eat a heart, eat a liver, we will never fail to deliver."
"Greetings. We're looking for a fine dining experience that the other companies are sorely lacking right now. We'll send over our best food critic. Make her a meal she's satisfied with.

Fair warning. She's a mighty hungry Harvester. Don't disappoint her."
Reward: 9 A-Energy, a two-day supply of high-end ingredients, +Favor with F-Company

H-Company - "The fires in our hearts burn! Faster, faster, burn!"
"We have a lot of excess inventory we have to burn. Your Velvet anomaly is the perfect disposal method. Don't worry about any noise from the bags, just toss them in."
Reward: 11 A-Energy, two sets of Grade-D fire retardant suits, a custom made lighter, +Favor with H-Company

R-Company - "Rangers are here at your service, to protect and contain."
"Reports from a R-Company employee have claimed that your employees are not fit for combat. We want to see if that's true. Fight off our R-Company task force and prove your worth, cowboy."
Reward: 15 A-Energy, a fully loaded revolver, +Favor with R-Company

>Select which Sponsorships you want to host today
>Select which ones, if any, you wish to turn into an extended sponsorship (Write in)
>Contact another Company and ask for their sponsorship. (Write in what company. I'll tell you the price of the call.)
>Contact the Sponsorship companies about their sponsorships, maybe to bargain with them? (5 A to contact F or H, 4 A to contact R)
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Oh, nearly forgot one thing as well. Your newly introduced CHALLENGE QUOTA! Unlike sponsorships, you don't receive any punishment for not completing. They are simply an extra way to gain more items for a cheaper price than directly bribing P-Company to raise your grade.

You're free to ignore them if you want to save C-Extract for catalogs. You won't know what exactly they'll offer you if you complete it but you'll get a general idea beforehand at the start of a shift.

CHALLENGE QUOTA
"Produce more. Produce so much more. We shall be kind, however, you are already producing so much more than you normally do. Produce a bit more. Have something to keep your mind at ease"

Additional Quota: +4 C-Extract
Potential Rewards: "Breads and Circuses", "Regulation Safety Equipment", "Self-indulgent treats for you", "Toys for your anomalies."

Do you accept?
>Accept
>Decline
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>>5223230
Admin has had an involved life, huh? Wonder how much is still forgotten?

>>5223231
>Unusual Incidents (may help gleam more insight into the anomalies you currently own)

>>5223237
F ties into Flesh, but I'm worried about the warning; he creates good stuff, but not in high quantities. If he can't deliver, V will have to take up the slack, and he doesn't have a ton of raw material on hand to work with Unless he uses RBA's remains.
Still, I'm willing to consider it.

H gives me a very bad feeling, but those rewards are sweet.
I'm game, so long as we send one of the less... emotional employees to do the delivering.

R will be an interesting challenge, but I assume we'd be running non-lethal?
I wonder if letting Future and/or Shot off the chain would count as cheating?
I'm willing to give it a go.

>F: maybe
>H: yes
>R: yes

>>5223255
4 extra C is, what, 8A? we can do that easy.
>Accept
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>>5223237
>Unusual Incidents (may help gleam more insight into the anomalies you currently own)
>F, H, R
>Accept
Here we go. New day, new risks. Let's begin our morning announcements...
Regarding the F-Corp thing, I think now might be a good time to try offering Art of Flesh Extraction materials. Mystery Meat aside, we should have a few refined Cocktails to pair with whatever he makes. I think that sounds like fun.
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>>5223237
>F, H, R

>>5223255
>ACCEPT
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>>5223231
>Unusual Incidents
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>>5223255
>Unusual Incidents
>F, H, R
>Accept
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>>5223231
>Sales! (focuses on catalog changes, upcoming items, and their prices.)
>Unusual Incidents (may help gleam more insight into the anomalies you currently own)

>>5223234
>>5223237
>Select which ones, if any, you wish to turn into an extended sponsorship (F, H, R)
Just to see what we could get.
>Contact another Company and ask for their sponsorship. (D or O)

O for the meat, D to repair the relationship. Don't call them both at the same time.

>>5223255
>Accept

Fuck it, I'm game.
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>>5223237
Actually, could we still buy some Disposables with our A-Energy? That'll simplify things. Either that or get those delicious O meats.

>>5223293
H was one of the original sponsorships. Had I known our Admin had such burning passion, I would've chosen H for the Zippo lighter.
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>>5223293
Also, if you're worried or have questions, we could contact them and ask for clarification.
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>>5224201
>Actually, could we still buy some Disposables with our A-Energy?
You still have five D-Class that you haven't starred/given any importance to if you wanna use their meat, but if you contact D or J-Corp, you could probably arrange for more.

It'll cost 5 A to call J, 4 to call O, and 4 to call D.
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>>5224247
And what would B Company cost?

Regardless, what do you think lads, should we talk to a different Company and extend one of our sponsorships?
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>>5224902
Due to you having low favor with B-Corp, you would hazard a guess that it would cost around 8 A-Energy.
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>>5224904
Well, would you mind telling us what the extended sponsorships would look like, or would that require a consensus with the other anons?

Regardless, I think we should contact D Company, see if they don't have a contract that could gain some favor from.
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>>5226839
Eh, sorry man, I'm already writing the update. Was gonna post it yesterday but I got distracted by personal friend stuff. (I'm not gonna make the same mistake of dragging shit out like the catalogs)

I'll say that I probably won't tell you what an extended sponsorship is unless people go "hey what's the extended version". All I can say is that they offer bigger rewards and are harder to complete. And you can still contact the companies any time, not just during sponsorship moments.

ETA for update: 3-4 hours.
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>>5226869
Ah, shame. I would've loved to have gotten more information to use the extended sponsorship stuff, but when you're the only one interested, it's gets frustrating.
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>>5226869
qm pls
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>>5226869
>rip eta
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You already accepted that you're gonna take all three sponsorships, so you shift over to check out the news after signing your approval.

"Benedict Baker and Adam Borrelli have still not been found in three years after a heated incident at one of their establishments. Reports say Benedict assaulted the other chef over the declining popularity of their restaurant, with Benedict acting incredibly erratic and aggressive the days before the incident."

"Neither have been seen since. The restaurant closing down shortly after. Passersby claim that the restaurant is still operated by an unidentified android model that's similar to an experimental E-Corp model (medical trials pending). F-Corp has a bounty out for anyone who can find the two missing chefs."

Those two names sound familiar, especially the second one. Adam, huh? There's another one but it's a lot shorter in comparison.

"The Carceri family refuses to answer why they left District 18 and left for the Wastes. The patriarch's only comment was 'You savages don't know what it's like to raise a kid in this hellhole, do you? I don't want any of you to hurt my kid. TOUCH ONE FUCKING HAIR ON HER AND I'LL SWEAR TO THE FATHER YOU'LL REGRET IT.'

'This is concerning behavior. The City is the safest place there can be. We make sure of it.' A R-Company spokeswoman states. 'We have no idea who his daughter even is. We don't have any records of her.'"


There's another article but after a few moments, you realize it's for that one Quiet Day anomaly had, so you move on to something e-

INSPECTOR --> Administrator
GADGETMOMENT: We're sending back the two PARADIGMs you shipped over. Good riddance, the gun was vibrating like crazy.
GADGETMOMENT: We're going to need you to send over two more. What's it gonna be this time?
ADMINISTATOR: Well, I'm sending-
>Select which two PARADIGMS you wish to send over (Current PARADIGMS: Awake from your Nightmare, Old World Blues, God Wills It Thus, The American Spirit)

After you deal with that, you stew on your new sponsorships. How to treat the upcoming squad of Rangers, you assume, coming to your facility? Should you aim not to kill them? Maybe, but who's to say they're not going to try killing you? You don't exactly want people dead over you wanting soft. Yet killing them willy nilly troubles you.

Wait, a R-Company employee told them? There's only one person you know that fits that description. Maybe you should talk to them later.

"Ready to start your daily check up, sir?" C-0RA speaks in perfectly sane engl- wait that's not what C-0RA sounds like.

"que." You turn around to check up on her. You notice a tiny little thing in the back of her neck.

"FUNNY instlATION chip. Helps my head FOcUS a bit more, sir!" She's not jittering at much. "The Chip was installed AUTOmatically into ME!"

>Corporate decided to install the chip into C-0RA for your own safety, though you can freely take it out. C-0RA is now a bit more stable and competent.
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Employee Q2 and R2 have entered the facility.

Held back only by a strong leash and the equally strong grip of Gamma, a stoic Rottweiler stands guard on the second floor. Aside from the stoic demeanor, you don't notice anything else notable about him, aside from him glancing up at the security camera and glaring daggers into it.

In the background, you can see B2 getting the shit beaten out of him by Spike and Office Beepsky. As all things naturally should be. He'll be fine (probably).

Meanwhile, on the third floor, you see two drones chattering away over a pile of paperwork they've gotten themselves into. The new Manager is stockier and taller than Q, with a bizarre addition of something close to a face smeared on instead of what's usually featureless flesh. Though you don't see any eyes still.

"NOTED ENERGY ASSET BEING DECOMMISIONED IN YOUR PAPERWORK. CLARIFICATION REQUESTED." The firm, authoritative tone of a middle manager. Q twitches at the voice but otherwise keeps his ground as the actual superior here.

"Red Blooded American was decommissioned of its own accord. Furthermore, extraction of the far more valuable PARADIGM has been fruitful." Q scribbles down something on a piece of paper. "Further questions?"

"NOTED. PRODUCTIVE RATES OF THE OTHER ANOMALIES?" Q2's face twitches. "NOTED MORE EFFICIENCE FROM REFINEMENT. WISH TO INVESTIGATE."

"We may only REFINE when the Administrator allows it. I can not authorize this request."

"NOTED. PRODUCTIVE RATES OF THE OTHER ANOMALIES?" "Well, Last Shot has been very productive, so has Velvet"-

This keeps going on, so you move elsewhere.

In the former containment cell of RBA, a pile of hungover drunks lay resting at the sight of his body. Vincent, Isabelle, Hirose, and Lily are laying on the ground in a pile of beer and wine bottles. Pathetic but not much else to say.

https://youtu.be/slyXe-uYbng

"ATTENTION, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" Some sort of weird performance is kicking off in the first floor breakroom. Seven people, two girls and five men, in colorful ponchos and masks stand in front of a crowd of apathetic employees. "WE ARE..."

"THE FREEDOM RANGERS!"

"I'M RANGER RED! REMEMBER TO ALWAYS RISE YOUR TEETH!" The man in red salutes.
"I'M RANGER GREEN! GIVE YOUR FRIENDS A GOOD MORNING! The woman in green flashes a peppy smile.
"I'M RANGER BLUE! BLUE IS THE BEST COLOR, SHUT UP!" The man in blue scowls at the crowd.
"I'M RANGER BLACK! NO, IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS, DON'T SUE US! The man in black scratches something onto a notepad.
"I'M RANGER IINDIGO! I WOULD ALWAYS CALL A RANGER FOR HELP! The woman in indigo keeps her hand near the holster.
"I'M RANGER GREY. THEY DID NOT PAY FOR A CATCHPHRASE." The drone in grey...stands there.
"AND I'M RANGER TEAL! THANKS FOR SPONSORING US AND LETTING US TOUR HERE!" The man in teal waves towards the crowd and the camera.
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Sitting in the crowd is a mildly amused, dark skinned woman with teeth spilling out of her mouth. She's wearing an elegant and disgustingly high quality red dress.

"So. They have entertainment here. Excellent, excellent." Shit, you hardly had time to prepare for her arrival. Hopefully the show keeps her distracted for a few hours.

As for H-Company's sponsorship? You see four or five black bags stuffed into your newly constructed armory, which you note is a room made of reinforced steel with lockers and lockboxes lining the walls. Seems like the only way in is through a door that requires Security level access to open.

You swear you hear something coming from them. Maybe it was your imagination. There's also your Weapon Bundle boxes, Grandmaster VHS tape, and the Cryostatis pod in there as well.

You suspect the rest are in the other storage rooms.

As for your anomalies?

A Hope For a Brighter Future is all sorts of tensed up. Less so from feeling like he hasn't done his duty but as if he knows something is going to happen. Weird.

Fortune for a Price sits there. Ominously. You swear if that thing had eyes, it would be staring daggers at you. A familiar cat sits on top of the machine. (How the hell did it get in there? The airlocks aren't broken, right?)

Chattering...is already turned on? It's currently just on TV static but you don't recall it ever being on without someone fiddling with it.

The Art of Flesh is sitting in the corner, covering itself with its arms, like it's trying to hide away from something. Damn thing is shaking like a leaf.

Sirocco is currently sleeping, given the lack of any real movement or activity from it.

Star is staring up at the ceiling. It takes a moment for you to realize what she's staring at but the angle looks like she's staring at the show going on. A weird smirk crosses her starry face. "Interesting. Very, very interesting. Let's see what they got.

Shot is pulsating as usual, with the cell filled with meat, though a little less than last shift. The tendrils are sniffing and prodding at the containment airlock.

And finally, Velvet is pacing around the containment cell, back to a full blaze like you last got her. What remains of her teeth are chattering like crazy. In the middle of the cell is a molotov, shockingly unlit.

"I told him to leave, I told him to leave, I TOLD HIM TO LEAVE I TOLD HIM TO LEAVE!" The woman mutters nonsensically to no one. Your camera goes on the fritz for a moment when it stares at the molotov and you swear you almost saw something standing next to it.

Overall, you would say it's an average looking day so far. The last thing to note is an upcoming update to your QUOTA. Seems like this is for Scrape the Fat.

>We need more Stardust. It's simply quite a useful resource, you know. Get us some, Z. (Optional Quota of 3 Vials of Stardust has been added.)
>Pastebin will be updated shortly to include what you got in the catalogs. Also, [REDACTED] has recharged.
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First Moves, Shift 8
QUOTA: 0/51 C-Extract Refined
Optional QUOTA: 0/3 Stardust Vials
A-Energy: 12 units, 0/hour
ICP: 0
C-Extract: 1

SPONSORSHIPS:
>U-Company: Perform two Crosstests and let your Inspector tinker with two of your PARADIGMS (Select which ones). 1 shift left, 0/2 Crosstests done.
>Q-Company: Cope with an increased quota of 11 more C-Extract. 1 shifts left.
>R-Company: Prepare and repel the incoming Invasion from R-Corp. ETA: Unknown.
>H-Company: Burn the bags. 5 remaining.
>F-Company: Give the Harvester a lovely dining experience.

INTERACTIONS [1 Hour Each]:

LIVING
>Anomalies: A Hope for a Brighter Future, Sirocco, Star of the Century, Til the Last Shot, Fire on the Velvet Horizon
>Assign Employee (What work type? Any specific instructions? To which anomaly? etc etc)

INANIMATE
>Anomalies: Fortune for a Price, The Art of Flesh, Chattering Lack of Common Sense
>Assign Employee (Same as Living)

MISC
>Facility: REFINEMENT ROOM, Explore the Fourth Floor (Unknown. Felix said to "be quiet" on it.), Unleash the Beast (4 A-Energy to activate)
>S-4M: Anomaly Analyzation (Notes for Future next post), Control Spike (what do?)
>C-ORA: Search Protocol (What do you want to find?)
>Assign Employee (To do what? Any specific instructions?)

EQUIPMENT
Weapons:
>Riot Clubs/Combat Knives (Assigned to ETF, grants +1 FORCE dice and a reroll per encounter)
>Late Night Cane (Physical Protection+, +1 FORCE dice, longer reach than most melee weapons. Unassigned.)
>Surplus Knife and Surplus Club (May add +1 to two FORCE dice. Unassigned.)
>BLESSED BLADE (+2 FORCE dice, deals Stamina damage to non-religious employees who attempt to wield it. Assigned to AK)
>Stun Baton (+1 FORCE dice, weakens an opponent on a success. Assigned to J, F, and I. Leftover: 3)
>9mm Pistol (+2 FORCE dice, ranged, Current Count: 2. 1/8 AMMO in Zero's, 5/8 in Monifa's)

Armor:
>ARMOR OF THE FATHER (Physical Protection++, may block some attacks, FORCE-. Unassigned)
>Stab Resistant Vest (Physical Protection+, assigned to Security Officers, two left over.)
>Weather Resistant Protective Gear (resists sand, rain, and mild heat. Assigned to whoever works on Sirocco)
>Gas Masks (Protects against gas and airborne contaminants Current count: 8.)
>Champion Belt (+1 FORCE dice, raises morale and lowers morale loss, hardly takes up equipment space. Unassigned)
>Security Helmet (Has a chance of blocking weak attacks. Current count: 4.)

(More will be recorded in the Pastebin)

PARADIGMs
>Stats are recorded in the "Equipment" section of the Pastebin

CONSOLE COMMANDS
>View cameras in which rooms? (Write in)
>Broadcast an announcement over the intercom system (Write in)
>Manage Employee roster and Departments. (Write in)
>Edit anomaly dossiers and logs (Write in)
>Message an Employee PDA. (Write in)
>Call an Employee in (Who?)
>Contact a Company via Fax (Who? About what? QM will tell you how much it'll cost.)
>Leave the office.
>End the workday (Enters Downtime/Upgrade phase)
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Working Notes - S-4M
-There's a small chance the anomaly may regress if not properly supervised. It's incredibly rare to see an anomaly who can revert back from a PARADIGM shift.
-Probable good reaction to most anomalies, aside from Shot and potentially Fortune. Useful for Crosstesting.
-The anomaly will breach when too many employees dies in a single shift Prediction records claim this will inevitably happen. Uncertain number, but one is not enough to cause a breach.
-The only exception seems to be if an employee dies during a Duel Work. This will result in the anomaly being inconsolable for most of the shift.

(And now, we're back in action. Sorry for being an hour or so off, had to cook dinner.)
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>>5227125
>"Benedict Baker and Adam Borrelli have still not been found in three years after a heated incident at one of their establishments. Reports say Benedict assaulted the other chef over the declining popularity of their restaurant, with Benedict acting incredibly erratic and aggressive the days before the incident."

>"Neither have been seen since. The restaurant closing down shortly after. Passersby claim that the restaurant is still operated by an unidentified android model that's similar to an experimental E-Corp model (medical trials pending). F-Corp has a bounty out for anyone who can find the two missing chefs."

Wow that's useful. I note "is still"; How up to date is this report?

>"The Carceri family refuses to answer why they left District 18 and left for the Wastes.
Sirocco?
>my kid
>his daughter
HMMMMMM. Methinks R might not be exactly honest here.

>Well, I'm sending-
Old World Blues, God Wills It Thus
I'm tempted to send Spirit, but I'd rather do our own testing for now.

>C-0RA is now a bit more stable and competent.
Woo!
I wonder what would happen if we send her on work orders?

>"I'M RANGER BLACK! NO, IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS, DON'T SUE US!
These guys are going to be amazing.

>Shit, you hardly had time to prepare for her arrival. Hopefully the show keeps her distracted for a few hours.
That'll be F's Harvester. We're going to want Flesh and V warmed up ASAP.

>Seems like the only way in is through a door that requires Security level access to open.
Excellent. I've been wanting secure storage for weapons and such for a while now.

>Maybe it was your imagination.
Definitely your imagination. 100%. Don't worry about it.

>Cryostatis pod in there as well.
Should probably get that set up in Medical. Just in case.

> It takes a moment for you to realize what she's staring at but the angle looks like she's staring at the show going on.
We should either send them to her cell or let her out for a stint at some point today.

>We need more Stardust. It's simply quite a useful resource, you know.
I don't actually remember how we Extracted that. I'll check the pastebin later.

Lots of nervous-looking Anomalies. Between that and the R assault at some point today, we ought to make sure Security is running full bore.
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>>5227190
>I don't actually remember how we Extracted that.
You got it from Star of the Century. If you're asking how you got it from her, I believe you buttered her up last time. Though force is always an option.
>How up to date is this report?
I'll tell you this since you were looking right at the news article, it would be silly for you not to know. The first article is two and a half weeks ago. The second one was almost three years ago.
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>>5227153

A few minor questions: Can multiple bags be delivered per order? And does delivering the bags fill Velvet's Order?

LIVING
>Future: I to Duel
>Sirocco:
>Star:
>Shot:
>Velvet: N to deliver Bag(s)
"Seen It All" hopefully means he won't be too worried about what's in the bags.


INANIMATE
>Fortune:
>Flesh: A to Bond
Talk to him, try and figure out what's got him hiding in a corner. Ideally, calm him down and get him ready to work.
>Sense:

MISC
>Brief M on R's upcoming Invasion. Tell her to be ready for lethal and less-than-lethal.
>Admin, consider the viability of "recycling" RBA's corpse via Flesh and/or V.
Is it horribly toxic? Would doing this taint the 'good end' we gave him?
I'm toying with this because what else are we going to do with it, and because I suspect we're going to need a lot of raw material for the Harvester.
>Move all unequipped offensive and defensive gear into the Armory
Keep the Ds away during this process; wouldn't want them to sneak something out.
>Send C-ora out to mingle with the employees, now that she's slightly less likely to cause morale damage.
Maybe she can watch the Ranger show or something.
>More testing of Spirit! Delta, with someone else as a minder.
His connection to RBA might cause a reaction, might not.

SPONSORSHIPS
>N to deliver Bag(s) to Velvet
>Get the Cryo pod hooked up in Medical


I'm toying with Crosstesting Star and Flesh, for a Dinner and a Show kinda theme. Flesh is a pretty straightlaced fellow, though, so I'm not sure he'd go for it.
My brain is running like sludge at the moment. I'll fill this out in the morning, and/or other anons can build off it if they want.
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>>5227203
>Can multiple bags be delivered per order?
H-Company only said they need to be burnt. That takes time regardless of how many you drag in. It depends on whether you want to do it slowly (but most likely lower risk) or quickly (but may overwhelm the anomaly).

Up to you and the other anons.
>Does it fulfil Velvet's Order?
It would most likely fall underneath Observe if you're simply throwing it in and seeing how she reacts to a black bag filled with something into her room.

>My brain is running like sludge at the moment. I'll fill this out in the morning, and/or other anons can build off it if they want.
No need to rush. Updates for this game take two to three days anyways when it comes to anomaly works because of how complex they are. Get some good sleep, man. (Speaking about that, should sleep too)
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>>5227125
>God Wills It Thus, The American Spirit

>>5227153
Living
>M Bond Siro, lullaby
>Isebella Bond/Duel, ask what got him spooked before learning the finer points of dueling from him. Alternatively Future/Fortune Crosstest
>L, S, Extract Star, offer a chance to directly experience the Freedom Rangers for a couple vials of Stardust (3). Alternatively Star/Sense Crosstest
>Beta, N, Bond Shot
This counts as experienced older men yea?
>Q, Q2, Extract Velvet, burn bag
Inanimate
>Admin, get the cat's fortune. R2, Observe Fortune, horoscope or a question of your choice. Alternatively, Future/Fortune Crosstest.
>V, Bond Flesh, ask him what got him into a rut, snap him outta it, and and get him prepared to serve a food critic the best meal of her life.
>E, Y, Bond or Appease Sense, set up VHS player. Alternatively, Star/Sense Crosstest.
Misc
>Interview Zero, ask her why and what we can expect from R-Company's Task Force
>Debrief M on the R-Company Task Force and tell her to prepare
>Test out Cryogenic Pod with D-Class
>Detective Blueblood/Blueflesh
>Converse with C0RA, see what the Aderall chip did to her
>Open Weapon Bundles
>Watch Grandmaster tapes
>Ask Inspector what knowledge she gained from the paradigms
>Try new coffee flavors
>Test (and play) with Portable Camera Drone
>Watch the Freedom Rangers
>Thank Medical Staff for their contribution and efforts of the previous day (may include headpats)
>Get our wound tended to, and take shower to wash off the tar and blood
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>>5221828
At some point, we need to watch that Grandmaster Special Tape, preferably with that VHS Player. Storing flesh and viscera in the Cryostasis Pod should be what we do if we do not have a fridge somewhere for that purpose, though leaving enough space to store a person is wise. Using the Portable Camera Drone to (silently) investigate the Fourth Floor should be done before we try to raid and clear it like we did the Third Floor. After a very fruitful shift or a very positive event, we need to hit that Specialty Coffee. Throwing the Instrument Bundle at B2 the Cluwne is nice, though we can use it with Star or Sirocco or Chattering... or other employees. Speaking of the Cluwne, we have yet to give him his Clown Vomit Paint and tell him to go wild in an empty unused room somewhere; he would greatly appreciate that. We need to drink the Black Tar Coffee at a very special moment, not yet. We need to investigate how R the dog employee interacts with the K-9 Unit. We also need to check what's in that new Weapon Bundle Box we bought. That Drone Manager should be brought into line at some point, preferably to reassure Q as well.

>>5223231
We should try directly contacting a company at some point, see if we can get more bonuses or get rid of excess things we have.

>>5227125
>news on Art
This is our ticket to solving Art and getting his Paradigm. This and A's speech to him about stopping to smell the roses, the written food criticisms from the D-Class, and those speeches we got about Perfection.
>news on Sirocco
Exploring Sirocco's daddy issues is what we need to do on the path to the Paradigm.
>C-0RA is now a bit more stable and competent.
I wonder how the chip affects our other androids, defective or otherwise. We should experiment with this later on this shift. Sending her to a work order could be interesting

>>5227142
How are we gonna handle that food critic, folks? We still need to investigate those black body bags. Discussing why Future is so tensed up could help him not regress to Reminder. Getting him out of his cell to cross-test with the others could be our ticket to unique Paradigms or more energy. Fortune NEEDS to be confronted at some point; A is right that this fucker needs to be stopped and the supposedly preordained fate of others needs to be addressed. Chattering might be nearing a Paradigm too, but I want to crosstest more with it. Art is in panic mode because THE FOOD CRITIC is in the building, so what will we do about that? Getting Star to meet the FREEDOM RANGERS could be interesting. What the fuck is the deal with the apparition haunting Velvet? We need to have somebody use [REDACTED] while it's ready too.

>>5227190
>>5227203
>>5227232
Read the text above and discuss the massive to-do list we have as the admeme of this joint
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>>5227125
>GWIT, OWB

>>5227153
MISC
Order these in an organic manner, please
>Admin interview Zero, ask her why and what we can expect from R-Company's Task Force
>Debrief M on the R-Company Task Force and tell her to prepare
>Debrief Q as well, as he is also a Head
>Announce to facility that R-Company will raid us later today to test us. All nonfighting crew should be training in the gym more often
>Thank Medical Staff for their contribution and efforts of the previous day (may include headpats)
>Admin, consider the viability of "recycling" RBA's corpse via Flesh and/or V.
>Lily, T, Z, and D-W01FY move Cryostasis Pod to Medbay
>Move all unequipped offensive and defensive gear into the Armory, KEEP D-CLASS AWAY
>Open Weapon Bundles
>Test CryoPod with D-W23N because we know nothing about them
>Test/Play with Portable Camera Drone
>Note Specialty Coffee and Black Tar Coffee for later; now is not the time
>Tell B2 if he does good during the R-Company invasion, we have a reward he'll love (Surplus Clowning Equipment). KEEP IT A SURPRISE
>R meet R2 with Gamma supervising
>H, Y, greet the F-Company food critic
>Ask Inspector what knowledge she gained from the paradigms
>Detective Blueblood/Blueflesh, don't waste much of it
>Get our wound tended to, and take shower to wash off the tar and blood
>Admin go watch Grandmaster Special Tape RIGHT NOW before any bad shit happens

LIVING
>Future
C to Bond, ask him why he's so riled up. After he finds out R-Company is going to raid us as a test, we should ask him to help us fight if he wants to.
>Sirocco
S to Nurture, get them their breakfast apples and wake them up; I want to talk to them about their family and work towards their Paradigm next hour. Crosstesting Future with her as a father figure thing could be good steps towards that
>Star
S2, Kor to Extraction, get that Stardust in exchange for letting her meet the FREEDOM RANGERS later today.
>Shot
Beta, B to Bond Shot. Once Shot finds out R-Company is raiding us to test us, ask him to help us out if he wants to. Ask him about the previous management from before current Admin and facility operations. They made Shot plus others into this meat-hive shit as a super soldier program, yeah? Can he explain more about that, or give his point-of-view of what was going on at the time? Hopefully both being old guys will help make up for B having 0 in Bond
>Velvet
N to Observe, dump one of the black bags into Velvet's containment unit and silently watch what happens.
INANIMATE
>Fortune
C-0RA to Nurture. Clean up Fortune directly, get the cat's fortune, as well as a horoscope or question of your choice.
>Art of Flesh
A to Bond. Talk to him, try and figure out what's got him hiding in a corner. Ideally, calm him down and get him ready to work. Remind him what was said before about smelling the flowers and whatever
>Sense
THE FREEDOM RANGERS to Bond. Try entertaining the TV with a routine or something, see what the TV shows alongside/in-response-to the routine.
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>>5227125
>GWIT, OWB

>>5227153
MISC
Order these in an organic manner, please
>Admin interview Zero, ask her why and what we can expect from R-Company's Task Force
>Debrief M on the R-Company Task Force and tell her to prepare
>Debrief Q as well, as he is also a Head
>Announce to facility that R-Company will raid us later today to test us. All nonfighting crew should be training in the gym more often
>Thank Medical Staff for their contribution and efforts of the previous day (may include headpats)
>Admin, consider the viability of "recycling" RBA's corpse via Flesh and/or V.
>Lily, T, Z, and D-W01FY move Cryostasis Pod to Medbay
>Move all unequipped offensive and defensive gear into the Armory, KEEP D-CLASS AWAY
>Open Weapon Bundles
>Test CryoPod with D-W23N because we know nothing about them
>Test/Play with Portable Camera Drone
>Note Specialty Coffee and Black Tar Coffee for later; now is not the time
>Tell B2 if he does good during the R-Company invasion, we have a reward he'll love (Surplus Clowning Equipment). KEEP IT A SURPRISE
>R meet R2 with Gamma supervising
>H, Y, greet the F-Company food critic
>Ask Inspector what knowledge she gained from the paradigms
>Detective Blueblood/Blueflesh, don't waste much of it
>Get our wound tended to, and take shower to wash off the tar and blood
>Admin go watch Grandmaster Special Tape RIGHT NOW before any bad shit happens

LIVING
>Future
C to Bond, ask him why he's so riled up. After he finds out R-Company is going to raid us as a test, we should ask him to help us fight if he wants to.
>Sirocco
S to Nurture, get them their breakfast apples and wake them up; I want to talk to them about their family and work towards their Paradigm next hour. Crosstesting Future with her as a father figure thing could be good steps towards that
>Star
S2, Kor to Extraction, get that Stardust in exchange for letting her meet the FREEDOM RANGERS later today.
>Shot
Beta, B to Bond Shot. Once Shot finds out R-Company is raiding us to test us, ask him to help us out if he wants to. Ask him about the previous management from before current Admin and facility operations. They made Shot plus others into this meat-hive shit as a super soldier program, yeah? Can he explain more about that, or give his point-of-view of what was going on at the time? Hopefully both being old guys will help make up for B having 0 in Bond
>Velvet
N to Observe, dump one of the black bags into Velvet's containment unit and silently watch what happens.

INANIMATE
>Fortune
C-0RA to Nurture. Clean up Fortune directly, get the cat's fortune, as well as a horoscope or question of your choice.
>Art of Flesh
A to Bond. Talk to him, try and figure out what's got him hiding in a corner. Ideally, calm him down and get him ready to work. Remind him what was said before about smelling the flowers and whatever
>Sense
THE FREEDOM RANGERS to Bond. Try entertaining the TV with a routine or something, see what the TV shows alongside/in-response-to the routine.
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>>5227211
Cool, thanks. Though now I'm worried that more about Velvet taking SAN damage than the employees.

>>5227203
backing
>>5227458
LIVING and INANIMATE
I would like to get at least one Duel in today though, seeing as we haven't touched it yet.

MISC
>Interview Zero, ask her why and what we can expect from R-Company's Task Force
>Brief M on R's upcoming Invasion. Tell her to be ready for lethal and less-than-lethal.
>Announce to facility that R-Company will raid us later today to test us. All non-fighting crew should be training in the gym more often

>Admin, consider the viability of "recycling" RBA's corpse via Flesh and/or V.
Is it horribly toxic? Would doing this taint the 'good end' we gave him?
I'm toying with this because what else are we going to do with it, and because I suspect we're going to need a lot of raw material for the Harvester.
>Move all unequipped offensive and defensive gear into the Armory
Keep the Ds away during this process; wouldn't want them to sneak something out.
>More testing of Spirit! Delta, with someone else as a minder.
His connection to RBA might cause a reaction, might not.
>Get the Cryo pod hooked up in Medical
>Test CryoPod with D-W23N because we know nothing about them

>Converse with C0RA, see what the Adderall chip did to her
>Open Weapon Bundles
>Ask Inspector what knowledge she gained from the paradigms
>Try new coffee flavors
>Test (and play) with Portable Camera Drone
>Watch the Freedom Rangers
>Thank Medical Staff for their contribution and efforts of the previous day
>R meet R2 with Gamma supervising
>H, Y, greet the F-Company food critic
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are you okay?
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>Admin go watch Grandmaster Special Tape RIGHT NOW before any bad shit happens
"Alright. S-4M. Can I watch the tape WITHOUT hooking it up to the TV? Don't feel like working an anomaly right now."

"You know, give me a moment." S-4M's face disappears from the screen. Wait, this is the perfect time for something you wanted to ask C-0R-

Yu were about to say something before S-4M's face flickers back onto the screen. Alongside him is a grainy image of a man in a green and purple martial arts outfit.

"Alright, sir. This is a bit taxing, trying to adapt a VHS to my systems. If you want to play other tapes, I would vastly prefer using the TV anomaly."

"KONCHIWA AND NI HAO, AMERICANS. WISE DECISION ORDERING MY FINAL TAPE. IT'S AS WE ALWAYS SAY:

"YOU DON'T NEED NO COSTLY SCHOOLS TO SMACK SOME FOOLS!"

You stand up. As the tape keeps playing, vague glimmers flicker throughout your memory. The techniques and stances shown are familiar, like you've seen them used somewhere before. Your body starts moving on its own as your own training lessons come back.

You only have enough time to relearn, at most, two moves. What do you want to relearn, Zeta?
(Stances are passive bonuses that, once activated, last until the end of combat or your stance is broken by certain attacks.)
>[HOPELESS WRECK] "Rip and tear! Being precise doesn't matter as long as they hurt!" BERSERK STANCE! (Physical Protection-, -1 to all FORCE rolls, +6 FORCE dice with unarmed attacks.)
>[BOUND BY DUTY] "Martial arts isn't all about self defense. It is your goal to protect those who can't protect themselves." Bulwark Stance. (Physical Protection+, an additional Physical Protection+ while protecting another employee, +1 FORCE dice)
>"This might require a bit of flexibility. Your loosened joints should help you connect your attacks!" Twisted Stance. (+3 FORCE dice, first critical dice rolled each turn is 2 successes, deals STA damage to yourself to activate)

(These are for the more regular combat moves. They can be combined with your regular weapon attacks, granted you're within range and pass the DC.)
>"Use those long legs of yours to send a foe flying! They say this is how goats fend off Harvesters!" Goat Kick! (DC: 13, bo1. On a success, automatically add +2 successes to determine if you beat a combat check. Ranged.)
>[BOUND BY DUTY] "Use these precise strikes to rip through your opponent's defense!" Minor Iris. (DC: 16, bo3. On a success, you may reroll every FORCE dice you rolled that was a failure [3 and under for you]. Melee range.)
>[HOPELESS WRECK] "There is no rules in fighting. Crush what is in the inside of their stomach." Stomach Crush (DC: 14, bo2. On a success, your foe will be crippled. The next two attacks they make will deal less damage and will reduce the chance of an instant-kill happening. Melee range.)

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>Debrief M on the R-Company Task Force and tell her to prepare. Tell her to be ready for lethal and less-than-lethal.
>Debrief Q as well.
>Announce to facility that R-Company will raid us later today to test us. All nonfighting crew should be training in the gym more often

While you're watching the tape, it's time to deal with the morning announcements. Seems like a good enough place to start. You tap your microphone.

"Attention, staff. Due to a variety of circumstances, R-Company will be raiding us as a 'test'. All non-security and non-combat crew should be training in the gym. I paid good A-Energy for that. Besides, you only have to be faster than the other employees."

"But aside from that, remember, enjoy the show. Consider it a treat for being such hard workers. Face the fear, build the future."

Everyone takes a moment to process the information besides the FREEDOM RANGERS, who keep playing without a care in the world. Welp, time to contact your department heads, at least.

Administrator --> Employee M, Employee Q
ADMINISTATOR: Alright. Both of you, you heard the announcement, correct?
Q: Correct.
MONIFAMONEY: Another fucking invasion, huh? What did we do to deserve this?
ADMINISTATOR: It's a long story.
ADMINISTATOR: Needless to say, though, I need you to prepare for it. Be ready for lethal and less-than lethal measures.
MONIFAMONEY: I.
MONIFAMONEY: Fine. I already had to make some plans thanks to that Agent K chick badgering me.
Q: Inquiry: Should I attempt to bring the 'meat soldiers' to our side for the upcoming conflict?
Q: Cost-benefit analysis states that they would be the most efficient, followed by Future.
ADMINISTATOR: Of course.
MONIFAMONEY: I'll set up a training regime. Got any estimate on when they're arriving?
ADMINISTATOR: No.
MONIFAMONEY: Damnit.
Q: Accounting Department will be on high alert. Calling available employees to guard the high-risk energy assets.

>Tell B2 if he does good during the R-Company invasion, we have a reward he'll love (Surplus Clowning Equipment). KEEP IT A SURPRISE
Administrator --> Employee B2
ADMINISTATOR: If you do well during the upcoming invasion, you'll get a reward you'll love. Okay?
bwoink: :o)
bwoink: :o(
bwoink: :o?

What did you expect.

>Note Specialty Coffee and Black Tar Coffee for later; now is not the time
>Try new coffee flavors
You don't have much time this hour to try all the new coffee, nor do you want to drink the Black Tar one right now, but there's no harm trying the doublecaf one at least.

A fresh cup of doublecaf coffee rises up from a hole in your desk. You quickly gulp it down without waiting for it to cool down in the slightest.

AND OKAY THERE'S THE JITTERS. A weirdly high pitch chuckle escapes your lips. "WOO! Fuck yeah, this is the SHIT." You slam your cup down on the desk. A smile forces its way across your lips.

"S-sir?" "ArE you OKAY?" Your two assistants watch in concern.

"TOP OF THE WORLD! C'MON, LET'S DO SOME GOD DAMN WORK TODAY!"
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>Get our wound tended to, and take shower to wash off the tar and blood
>Thank Medical Staff for their contribution and efforts of the previous day (may include headpats)
After you get a little work out from the tape, you quickly leave your office, hopefully not running yourself to exhaustion like last shift. First off, you need this arm of yours cleaned.

You make a beeline towards the medbay. You have no intention to stay out here any longer than absolutely necessary, after all, and you rather not have that F-Corp Harvester see you and start asking questions.

The first thing you see is Seneca resting her head on a nearby cot annnd she's passed out. Emily, god bless her, is still working as hard as she always does. She perks up when she sees you.

"I need my a-" You hardly have time to state what you want before Emily starts treating your arm wound. The automated medbot you bought rolls on the floor, analyzing you to see what else needs to be treated.

"Electrical burns, maybe? Tar is pre-existing condition, of course. Bizarre pattern of cracks." The android mutters to herself. You stand there awkwardly without really anything to do or say for a solid few minutes before she lets go.

"There you go, sir!" She flashes a beaming smile.

"Thank you. I would like to thank you and Seneca for the contributions and efforts of the previous date." You rub the android's head. It's cold metal but it still feels nice to polish it. Emily closes her eyes and mumbles some happy-sounding gibberish. Once you stop, she opens them back up.

"No issue! I'll tell Senny when she wakes up, she was working very late to keep his heart beating, you know?" She gestures at Delta. He's looking a bit better but not by much. "We're just doing our job, sir."

"Of course. Have a good day." You turn around and head over to the dorms room for a quick shower. Needless to say, it's a quick and to the point wash, doesn't take more than a few minutes. You don't really like lingering too long on anything involving showers after you know what.

As you're walking back to your office, you pass by Ranger Zero. Any other time, you would've just walked past her, but you need to talk with her.

>Interview Zero, ask her why and what we can expect from R-Company's Task Force
"To my office, now." You pat the Ranger on the shoulder. Without saying anything, the two of you walk over to your office. The airlock opens, letting the two of you inside.

"Alright, let's cut to the chase." The ranger sits down on your bed and crosses her legs. "This is about the R-Company thing, isn't it?" You nod. It doesn't really take a genius to connect the announcements to what you're doing right now.

"Why?"

"Why?" The ranger chuckles. "You're relied on anomalies to do a lot of your heavy lifting and the moment you didn't, one of your agents nearly died on the spot. If it wasn't for a fucking fortune machine, there would be blood all over the place."

"It's disappointing! It really is!"
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"Is there an issue with using the anomalies for our own benefit?" You get where she's coming from but, fuck, one of them listens to your beck and call and the other protects anything P-Corp related.

"I don't want you guys relying on them. You've been very lucky to have pretty tame and controllable anomalies but you need your actual fighters to be better." The ranger scoffs.

"Of course." You got your reason, you don't feel like prolonging that end of the discussion anymore than necessary. "What should we expect from the task force, if you feel generous enough to tell us?" You glance at C-0RA and S-4M. The two mutter along in agreement.

"Sure. To even out how outmatched you are." The ranger smugly chuckles, absolutely full of herself. "Well, obviously, they'll have guns. They're trained sharpshooters, so you know, good luck dodging. You're probably best off staying here, Mr. Tar Man."

"Can't tell you where they're gonna appear or where they're at, but I'll tell you this much. I told them to not go easy on you. If you can make it out of this without throwing people out in body bags, I might give you a personal reward."

"Well! That's all I got to say to you. Good luck, you're the one who picked the sponsorship. Tada." "Wait, come back h-" She leaves without further ado. Damnit. Well, at least you know that if you time your attacks right, you can try closing the gap when they're reloading.

>Converse with C0RA, see what the Adderall chip did to her
"Well, what do you think, C-0RA?" You might as well ask for her opinion. Both to hear from her and to see how that chip is working on her.

"I think she's FULL of hersELF. It's not your fault that the ANOmalies are being helpful. Shouldn't she be glad she's not deaD?" Hm. Aside from a few voice cracks here and there, her speaking is a lot more intelligible.

"It's best to use the resources we have. I'm glad to see you agree with me."

"Of course, Administrator." C-0RA giggles to herself. "I'm meant to LIsten to administrators. After all, they and their helpers know best."

"This isn't just a ploy to lower my guard and read that horrid book, right?" You half-joke.

"O-oh, Father no! That's private, PRIVATE information! Regional Analyzer access only!!!" The android waves her hands wildly, a purple blush (LEDs?) spreading across her face. "I-I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise, Admin!"

"Calm down, calm down. No need to blow a gasket, alright? Maybe you should get some fresh air later."

The android sighs, shoulders loosening. "It would be nice to talk to SOMEONE besidES S-4M and yourself." S-4M merely scoffs. Well, seems like she's a bit less of an absolute fucking menace to your already melting brain. You'll take the victories where you can get them.
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>Admin, consider the viability of "recycling" RBA's corpse via Flesh and/or V.
>Test (and play) with Portable Camera Drone
You snap your fingers. "I need whatever controls that camera done, S-4M. I need to look at something very, VERY close."

A remote control falls from a pipe above you. Grabbing it, you start fiddling with it as you notice a new camera accessible from your console.

Your drone is currently in the 1st floor storage room right now. Pushing one of the sticks forward, the camera moves forward as well. It takes a moment to get used to the controls, but you quickly wheel it out of the room and down to where RBA's corpse is.

With the camera drone being as low to the ground as it is, the corpse of the anomaly towers over it, staring down at it. Even after being beaten and shot and torn to shreds, the corpse is built like a beefwall.

You spin the camera drone around as you think on what to do with the corpse. It's a lot of meat, a lot of extract, you could probably make a pretty penny selling it or refining it into useful products (like that one cocktail you have hidden away under your bed

It's only been half a day at most. You're pretty sure it takes at least 24 hours for the rot to get really, really bad. Toxicity isn't the thing you should worry about, that's a minor issue if it's even present at all.

Would he even care if you used his body? He died on his own terms, you gave him a funeral, all that would be left for his body to do would be to rot into a red slurry of rotten meat.

He was all about strength and fighting for what you stood for and respecting those who could best him in combat. You bested him in combat, you're pretty sure he would be fine with you doing whatever to him, especially after the funeral.

Harvesting, however, would take a bit. Even assuming you send in Flesh, V, and Lily to help harvest? It would be an hour-long process at minimum. And if you're cooking it, that's another hour. The sooner you do it, the better, both for the best quality and to not let the harvester wait too long.

After thinking to yourself, you keep playing with the camera, sending it flying out of the cell and throughout the first floor. Hehe. You nearly made Zayne trip because of it.

>R meet R2 with Gamma supervising
You move your drone to check up on the dogs and they already met each other. Gamma is just standing there awkwardly as the two dogs bark at each other insistently.

"I don't get paid enough to deal with this."

"BARK" "BARK!" "BARK!" "BARK!" Well, if anything, the two dogs don't seem to be attacking each other. If nothing else? This keeps going on, and you don't understand dog, so you have no idea what they're saying.

Eventually, Roxy gets tired of barking and rests in front of the far bigger dog. He growls for a moment before huffing and leaving her alone.

"Please don't eat her." Gamma pats R2's head. The dog doesn't respond to it in the slightest. Well, that's good?
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>Test CryoPod with D-W23N because we know nothing about them
>Lily, Z, and D-W01FY move Cryostasis Pod to Medbay
You nearly forgot that Employee T is missing. Oh well, at least you got the other three to do all of the heavy lifting. It takes a moment for them to get a good grip on it but eventually, they begin moving it over to the medbay.

Seneca quickly wakes up when she hears the sounds of a giant tube being slammed into the ground by the Harvester, Android, and D-Class. Emily steps away from Delta, after replacing his bandages, to assist in installing it.

"Why do we have this now?" Lily huffs and puffs. The D-Class and Android shrug.

"DON'T KNOW"
"Don't care. Where's the other one?"
"Here, here."

D-W23N steps forward, waiting for the test to happen, if only because it's more interesting than sitting in a room all day.

"Alright, get in." Lily shoves the D-Class into the pod right as the others finish hooking up the machine up. In almost an instant, the pod closes shut and gets frosted over by whatever gases and fluids I-Company installed into it.

In a flash, the man's frozen solid. Seneca looks over at a panel on the side of the machine and nods her head. "Slow heart rate, bodily processes slowing down, vitals for cryostasis are normal."

Hopefully she's not bullshitting. You paid good (well, 0.5 A) money on that D-Class.
>Cryostatis Pod installed. While an employee is in cryostatis, biological errors such as "bleeding out" and "violently choking on your own lungs" are paused, buying your medical staff more time to fix them.

>Move all unequipped offensive and defensive gear into the Armory, KEEP D-CLASS AWAY
>Open Weapon Bundles
You roll your camera drone over to the armory. It's easier to use the cameras already installed but controlling this little thing is funnier. You don't get much amusement from this job, you're allowed this, aren't you?

The airlock opens, presumably because of S-4M. You roll in.

Your armory is now fully stocked with all of the weapons and defensive gear that you're not currently giving to your employees. There's also some new toys to play with from those bundles

>You have obtained the following:
>High Quality Poncho x2 (Physical Protection+, an additional Physical Protection++ against ranged attacks. Used by elite R-Company units.)
>SPEAR OF JUDGEMENT (+2 (3 if religious) FORCE dice, can be thrown as a ranged attack for +5 FORCE dice at the cost of ...not having the spear in your hands anymore.)
>Molotov Cocktail x4 (+3 FORCE dice, Ranged, deals lingering fire damage. Best used by people with strong throwing arms. Breaks after being thrown.)
>Tear Gas Grenade x2 (Exposure to the gas will blind and daze anyone exposed, allowing for a full reroll of a non-affected combatant. Best used with a gas mask.)
>Oil-stained Crowbar (Coated in a strange, black fluid. +2 FORCE dice, Presence+, allows for a full reroll once per combat.)
>Stab Resistant Vest (Physical Protection+)
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>More testing of Spirit! Delta, with someone else as a minder.
Delta's not really in much of a state to do anything, but with the assistance of Beta, you think you can get somewhere with this little test of yours.

"nngh." Delta can hardly look up to notice the giant, beating purple heart in front of him. "what the fuck is that."

"New PARADIGM. We got it from the giant red fella. Admin thinks you might have a unique reaction to it. Remember?" Beta nervously laughs, silently hoping the man isn't becoming delirious.

"fuckin' reddie" Delta tries to sit up but quickly gets stopped by Seneca, who keeps the man from exerting more than he needs to. Still, he reaches out and puts his palm against the heart. It sinks in, just like last time.

He pulls his arm out without any hesitation or resistance. A big, meaty red claw has replaced his arm. He grips it tightly, no reaction on his face, either not realizing what's going on or expecting this to be the result.

"you know what they call freakshits who spend all day resting?" His voice has dropped an octave or three. Sounds like he's chewing on gravel with how scratchy it is. "lazy fucking pussies, that what we called them." You swear you saw something poking from his forehead.

"Is, uh, he okay? Do we need to give him meds?" Beta looks over at the nurse. She's still processing Delta's arm suddenly transforming. Then, Delta stands up, pushing himself off of the bed with his claw arm.

"SIR!" Seneca waves her hands over at Emily to get her over to deal with Delta. The man's outfit is wrapped up in several dozen layers of bandages and other cloth wraps to cover his still-healing gut wound. Blood is already staining the freshly changed bandages.

"Delta, what the fuck are you doing? C'mon, you got to get some rest." Beta puts the heart on a nearby empty bed and grabs him by the non-demon arm.

"Get the fuck out of the way, freakshits." He begins walking over to the exit of the medbay. Even with three people try to grab and pull him back to the bed, he hardly even notices them. Or what should be the horrible pain of moving while still recovering from a nasty injury.

The four reach half way down the hallway outside of the medbay before his arm changes back and the moment it does?

The scream of a man in absolute agony blasts through the speakers and into your eardrums.

The four drag the now weak and not-anomalously affected Delta back to the medbay to fix up the wound he probably reopened. You just hope to whatever gods there are that no one heard that over the Freedom Rangers performing.
>The American Spirit aspect revealed: UNDYING (FORCE increases the more injured the employee is. Incapacitated and Critical Condition are ignored until the effect wears off.)
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>H, Y, greet the F-Company food critic
"And that's when I told her 'pow, right in the kisser'!" The actor leans in his chair with a cocky, self assured smile spreading ear to ear. The food critic can hardly hold in her giggles.

"Well, you're mighty charming. You're that Hirose fellow, right? The one who did all of those films for A and G-Corp?" She leans closer, trying to get a better read on the man.

"Yep! Pretty great, wasn't it?"

"Oh, shut up." Yovani puts out a cigarette into a nearby ashtray. "Your first year of acting was the only good one and you dropped off hard."

"Oh yeah? Why should I listen to the defective who can't even make a good film without copying someone else?" He squints at the director. "Kelp Haunted, yeah, totally not ripping something off."

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT OUR FILMS ARE SIMILAR! His film is just as good, I promise you." The android huffs, crossing his arm. "A-Company told me it was a great film. Their call a few days ago was very good for the ego."

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, while I do love seeing you two fight like starving Heartrippers..." The lady coughs to get the two's attention. "Perhaps you should calm down? You're going to interrupt the R-Corp's show."

"Sorry." "Sorry!" The two huss up at the girl's command. Yeesh, you expected a bit more backbone, but what can you expect outta film people? At least they're keeping her entertained while you bid your time.

You overhear a bit of the show the Rangers are putting on.

"So, we were going to get groceries, but they said that MegaMart left. So we went back home!"
"You dolt! The sign said TO the left! We drove two hours to get there, for god sake!"
"With how shitty MegaMart is? Can't blame her for changing her mind."
"Ha. Like her dumpster fire of a house is any better."
"Oh, a house is a house. It's no biggie, I can fix it. That face that only a mother can love?
"Mmh, not so sure."

A few chuckles and giggles echo through the crowd of bored employees.

>Detective Blueblood/Blueflesh, don't waste much of it
You decide to compromise by doing half and half of each, resulting in only one total unit of material being expended.

Employee D pours the half and half mixed bucket into the DETECTIVE's greedy maw. After the bucket is emptied out, he leaves without really saying anything. Efficient if nothing else. You do wish he took the bucket with him, at least.

The DETECTIVE starts back up once it chews on the delicious meal you gave it. If the thing had eyes, you would see them lighting up like fireworks. "ANALYZING...ANALYZING!"

"HAVE YOU EVER BEEN BORED OR DISGUSTED OF A SHOW YOU SEE ON TV? REMEMBER, YOU CAN ALWAYS CHANGE THE CHANNEL. YOU DON'T HAVE TO WATCH TV."

"YOUR EYES SHOULD NOT BE DISGRACED BY THE DEGENERATE'S LENS OF HUMANITY. BUT IT CAN BE SO MUCH EASIER TO LEAN BACK AND WATCH THE CAR CRASH. IT IS UP TO YOU TO GET UP."

"ENTERING COOLDOWN. AVAILABLE NEXT HOUR."
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>Ask Inspector what knowledge she gained from the paradigms

Administrator --> Inspector
ADMINISTATOR: I wish to discuss the PARADIGMS I shipped over last shift.
ADMINISTATOR: Additionally, I am resending OWB for further study, of course, and I will be shipping a new one to you as well.
GADGETMOMENT: Oh! What do you want to know about, sir?
GADGETMOMENT: And I will gladly take those toys, thank you very much.
ADMINISTATOR: Right. What do you know about them? How do they tick?
GADGETMOMENT: For a moment, I thought they were one PARADIGM you somehow broke apart.
GADGETMOMENT: Their readings have a lot of similarities. When separated, the readings were far more unstable than when they were together.
ADMINISTATOR: They were created at the same time. Perhaps that is a part of it.
ADMINISTATOR: Any abilities or side-effects you've gleamed?
GADGETMOMENT: That gun will kill anything you point at it. Doesn't matter how tough, doesn't matter if it's intangible. Well, unless it's aimed at nothing.
GADGETMOMENT: It will simply kill.
GADGETMOMENT: As for the coat? We damn near lost it after one of our quieter inspectors put it on. Prolonged exposure left me unable to even remember who they are.
GADGETMOMENT: We couldn't even track them on the cameras. None of our modern technology could detect them. Even the androids and tech-based anomalies can't see them.
GADGETMOMENT: If you got someone you trust with it, it's a great asset for evading or attacking any tech-based anomaly.
ADMINISTATOR: Is that all? You talk a lot.
GADGETMOMENT: We'll tell you what else we find out about the coat after further study but the gun?
GADGETMOMENT: We gave it to one of our untrained employees and locked him in a room to study prolonged exposure to it.
GADGETMOMENT: After a few hours, we tested out his physical prowess in a mock battle.
GADGETMOMENT: He was on par with a combat trained employee, even after not being exposed to the gun.
ADMINISTATOR: Thank you. That will be all.

Huh, combat training? You might need to use that if the egotistical ranger you talked to a few minutes ago was correct in any way, shape, or form.
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>Future, C to Bond, ask him why he's so riled up. After he finds out R-Company is going to raid us as a test, we should ask him to help us fight if he wants to.

After reading her new work order, Celanine's posture relaxes, as if she's being rewarded instead of actually working. Without further question, she heads over to the containment cell.

The knight's grip loosens at the sight of the girl.
ANOMALY: Yes. I am here. I am well.
ANOMALY: What do you need? I am good. I am here.
Employee C rubs the back of her neck, unsure on how to break the awkward air.
C: You seem, uh, a little tense. What's gotten you all riled up?
C: Wouldn't be shocked if you're gonna blow a gasket like that.
The knight lets go of his sword. It clatters to the ground.
Employee C rushes over to help pick it up and put it back in the knight's hand but he doesn't move.
C: U-uh, you dropped this.
ANOMALY: ...
ANOMALY: I'm not sure how comfortable I am with the upcoming battle I must fight.
C: Oh. Do you, uh, know about R-Corp's...thing?
C: They're gonna attack soon and well, I wanted to know if you're fine fighting against them.
ANOMALY: Yes. That is the issue at hand.
ANOMALY: It is one thing to strike down at a monster. It is one thing to strike down at an anomaly. But man?
ANOMALY: Does man really warrant as ruthless judgement and bloodletting as those creatures? Is it even my place to judge if they deserve death?
ANOMALY: Yet it is my purpose to protect. Is it not?
C: I'm not a smart girl. I'm not really much of anything.
She lays the sword at the feet of the anomaly.
C: I can't really give you an answer. I don't know what it would be.
C: I know one thing, though. I'm going to die here. I don't know how, I don't know why.
C: but until then, I wanna live. I wanna keep talking with my friends, I want to see new things, I want to keep...doing things, you know?
C: Please. I want to live another day. Can you just do it, for me? It's not any better if you just...
C: Sit by and watch, right?
The knight shudders at the woman's words. Without further question, he picks up the sword and grips it as tightly as he can.
ANOMALY: I am here for a better future. I shouldn't be doubting myself.
C: Y-yeah! That's for, uh, me to do! Yeah! Not like I'm worth much.
The air goes silent at that "joke" Employee C tried making.
ANOMALY: Don't degrade yourself like that. I shall protect you if you go talk to the man who peers into your head.
C: You mean Grant, right?
ANOMALY: Please. Leave me be. You need to take care of yourself before me.
Employee C sighs.
Employee C exits the containment cell.
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>Sirocco, S to Nurture, get them their breakfast apples and wake them up; I want to talk to them about their family and work towards their Paradigm next hour. Crosstesting Future with her as a father figure thing could be good steps towards that

After she finally stuffs Delta's organs back where they roughly should be, the nurse responses to the call and heads to the containment cell, apples in hand and sand-resistant equipment put on.

"Good. She's asleep. She doesn't have to worry about what's going on."
Employee S tosses an apple into the center of the storm. You don't hear it land on the ground.
S: Wakey wakey, sleepyhead. I got you some breakfast. If you don't wake up~
S: I'll eat the rest~
ANOMALY: givemeamoment
The storm shifts. You swear you saw something in the center sit up.
A muffled yawn comes from the mass of sand. The tired nurse yawns in response.
ANOMALY: okay, okay, i'm up. more.
S: Good girl.
Another apple gets tossed into the storm. A half-awake mumble of joy is the only real response.
ANOMALY: i want candy next time. candy's good. sweeter.
S: Sorry. I know apples can get boring after a while but hey! You can't eat candy for breakfast.
S: Maybe if you're very good for the rest of the day. Wouldn't that be nice?
ANOMALY: mmh.
The storm shifts, about ready to enter back into sleep. Employee S sighs to herself.
S: Did you get enough sleep? Sorry if I work you up too early.
ANOMALY: no, no, it's fine. guess i expected a lullaby or somethin'.
"Sing to her, won't you? I don't want to hear what's coming next."
S: Well, my voice isn't the best, but I can try.
A gentle song echoes throughout the room. The storm slows down as the nurse keeps singing.
Occasionally, another apple gets tossed into the storm mid song.
After a couple minutes pass and a handful of apples get torn to shreds, the storm picks back up.
ANOMALY: okay okay i'm awake now.
Employee S nods and stops singing. She takes a moment to catch her breath and stretch.
S: Do you feel any better now?
ANOMALY: Mmh hmm! Thank you, pretty lady!
S: Heh. Guess your mom always sung a lullaby to you?
ANOMALY: Yeah! I mean, so did dad, but he was always so busy with his job and keeping me safe!
ANOMALY: Hehehe...I hope he's safe.
S: Well, see you around, alligator.
ANOMALY: See ya!
Employee S turns around and exits the containment cell.
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>Star, S2, Kor to Extraction, get that Stardust in exchange for letting her meet the FREEDOM RANGERS later today.

You quickly put your earplugs in. You don't want to listen to that fucking salesman's theme song he always hums. Once he and the D-Class (why does his skin look pink now?) are in the cell, you take them out.

The show will begin shortly.
S2: [[ATTENTION, ALL CUSTOMERS]]!
Kor cover his ears, cringing at S2's screeching.
Kor: Fucking hell, can you lower your god damn voice or something?
S2: WHY WOULD I EVER [[Volume Down]] THIS AMAZING VOICE, [[Meat Sponge]]?
The magician shakes her head at this silly display.
ANOMALY: I'm preparing for a show soon. What do you two buffoons want?
Kor: Right, right. Well, we need to get some of that razzle dazzle bullshit you're made out of.
S2: BELIEVE IT OR !!
S2: JUST [UUUU], I HAVE A [[Specil Deal]]! YOU'RE A [[BIG SHOT]], RIGHT? YOU CAN OFFER US [[BIG SHOTS]] A LITTLE
S2: [[Genorisity]]
S2: YOU GOT THE LIGHT. WHY DON'T YOU [[Show it off?]]
S2: IN RETURN FOR THIS GREAT DEAL
S2: W-
Kor covers the salesman's mouth.
Kor: We got some rangers over to do some silly performances or whatever. Tell ya what.
Kor: We'll let you watch them for free...for some dust. Sound good?
A weird "smile" spreads across the magician's face.
ANOMALY: Oh ho. Those performers. Alright, I can see what this is all about.
ANOMALY: Sure. I'll play ball...as long as you follow my rules, silly boys.
ANOMALY: You can get a vial of that stuff from me. For the other two? I want to perform with them.
ANOMALY: Not in this cell, out there. With the others. Do that and I'll give you the rest.
Employee S2, despite how fucked up he is, gives Kor a worried look. Kor whispers something to him.
The two shake their heads in agreement.
Kor: Suuure. We'll take the one vial for now, we can discuss your demands later. Spammy?
Kor goes in to grab the dust while Employee S2 begins spouting off a bunch of special deals.
Kor quietly begins harvesting from the anomaly while it is distracted. One vial gets filled.
Taking a risk, he goes in to fill up another vial half full before pulling away.
ANOMALY: Oh, is that right? A cane? I might need a replacement for this old hunk of junk.
Kor: Alright, I got the vial. Sorry for interrupting your planning time.
S2: AND FURTHERMORE, I CAN OFFER YOU EXCLUSIVE ACCESS TO [[HYPERLINK BLOCKED]]
Kor: Spam. That's enough, we're going.
S2: WAIT! YOU HAVEN'T HEARD OUR GREAT DISCOUNTS ON-
Kor drags away Employee S2 from the containment cell, to the amusement of the anomaly.
ANOMALY: Hehehe. Silly boys.
The anomaly turns towards the camera, cane in hand.
ANOMALY: Of course, I'll accept another offer. I'll give you even more if you watch my show...personally.
ANOMALY: Until then, good day.
It goes back to practicing for its own show, such as teleporting the cane around from one place to another.
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>Shot, Beta, B to Bond Shot. Ask him about the previous management from before current Admin and facility operations.
The two old men look at each other, then at their PDAs, before giving the other a firm handshake. They quickly move to the third floor after putting on some basic armor. Passing by the army of meatmen, with Kor hanging out with the other soldiers.

AUTHORIZATION: Ah. Finally.
ANOMALY: Finally. Some experienced faces. C'mon, sit down, gentlemen.
The meat-infested cell shifts and twists until two chairs made out of meat rise up from the ground.
The two men sit down, not having any other option.
B: So. Looking for some old coots, huh? Some raggedy bones.
β: Can't blame him a bit. The new generation doesn't know what it means to actually try.
ANOMALY: See? You get me. Only a good, hard-working soldier like yourself deserves to live after talking to me.
Employee B shudders.
B: Right. Talk about the new generation aside, you've been here a while, correct?
The meatball raises up a tendril. You suspect it's trying to give a thumbs up.
ANOMALY: Correcto, trash man.
β: What was your experiences with the previous manager and the facility? Considering this whole "super soldier" thing we hear about.
β: Any other information would be great. Our knowledge of most of the facility is sparse.
The protection of our future is all that's needed. It does not matter how you get there.
ANOMALY: That frosty old bitch? God, she was a fucking nuisance.
ANOMALY: Constantly babbling about "energy efficiency" and "needing more juice to buy more employees".
ANOMALY: Didn't spend one fucking penny to keep the facility safe. No wonder why filthy anomalies have infested the bowels of this place.
ANOMALY: So, I kept badgering that fucking bitch, and eventually she relented. We started harvesting from the anomalies.
ANOMALY: It's disgusting that we had to rely on the things we were meant to contact but all's fair in love and war, huh?
β: Well, you are on-
Employee B smacks Beta on the back, shutting him up.
B: So, this super soldier program as a cost cutting measure because the Administrator didn't want to spend any cash?
ANOMALY: Well, when you put it like that, it blows.
β: Well, it's not like it's ineffective. Your soldiers did help us fight back one of the Invaders annnd we may need your help again.
ANOMALY: Sure thing. Not like those corporate suits cared about keeping this place safe. We're meant to build the god damn future, not rot in parodies of the past.
B: Good, good. I do want to ask you a question, though, before we jet.
B: Did you notice any side effects or changes to you or your men after the program started.
ANOMALY: No...? Why? I'm a human just like the rest of you. I haven't changed.
ANOMALY: Hell, you trying to imply something, boy?
β: Sorry for the comment. We'll be heading out now.
ANOMALY: Hrm.
The two old men exit the containment cell.
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>Velvet, N to Observe, dump one of the black bags into Velvet's containment unit and silently watch what happens.
The janitor hefts up the bag over his shoulder, bathrobe on, and carries it to where it needs to go. It's clear something's heavy in there but this is just another day to him.

Is this karma for what I have done?
N: Delivery.
Without saying anything else, he tosses the bag onto the floor.
The anomaly stops dead in its tracks the moment the bag lands.
Employee N quickly steps back, not wanting to get too close to whatever's going to happen.
ANOMALY: What is this? Delivery? Delivery. No, no, delivery?
Whatever's in the bag squirms. A plume of fire erupts from the anomaly's hand and instantly sets the bag on fire.
ANOMALY: BACK! BACK! GUARDS, HELP! HELP!!!
Muffled screams come from the now squirming and kicking bag.
Employee N doesn't respond to the sight in any way outside of his growing worry at how the anomaly is going to react.
ANOMALY: W-wait, no, no no no no no no no no no!
The anomaly stumbles back, looking at its hands,
ANOMALY: no, no, I'm royal. I didn't do it. He-
ANOMALY: He did it. No, I'm a good wife, I'm good.
ANOMALY: imgoodimgoodimgood.
A flood of sweat coats Employee N's face as the bag's flames suddenly shift into a white-blue.
The footage starts to get blurry. It's getting too hot for the security camera's internal components.
Soon, all you can rely on is audio. The feed's completely black now.
ANOMALY: DON'T PIN IT ON ME I DIDN'T KILL HER NO IT WAS THE MAID I'M GOOD I'M GOOD!
Boots scuff against the floor. A fire crackles louder and louder.
N: fuck okay i got a few seconds time to skedaddle
ANOMALY: WITNESS! YOU'RE A WITNESS, YOU GOT TO STAY! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING, RIGHT?
N: lady i don't know what the fuck you're on about but i can't stay.
Employee N's breathing is ragged. Like the mere act of breathing in is hurting his lungs.
You hear footsteps quickly approaching something, followed by a man screaming out in pain.
N: GET OFF!
ANOMALY: NO! I CAN'T BE BLAMED FOR THIS, IT HAS TO BE YOU!
N: I said GET OFF!
A woman cries out as something thuds to the floor. The crackling only grows louder and louder.
The airlock door opens and closes almost immediately afterwards.
ANOMALY: ididntdoitididntdoithediditimgoodarenti?
The last thing you hear is footsteps from someone walking further and further away.

Employee N collapses onto the floor. The skin on his neck, hands, and the left side of the face are burnt to a crisp. He's barely even conscious. Alpha quickly picks the man up and escorts him to the medbay.

>1/5 bags have been fully burnt.
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INANIMATE
>Fortune, C-0RA to Nurture. Clean up Fortune directly, get the cat's fortune, as well as a horoscope or question of your choice.
You're really, really fucking curious to see how this is going to end up. She nods her head and exits the office, heading to the containment cell in question.

C-0RA enters the containment cell.
C0: So! Anomalies! You're funny little things!
C0: FunNY Funny things.
She strolls up to the box with a confident smile.
C0: We know the SoNG and DANce. We know how the diCe are GONNA roll.
C0: I'm going to need TWo foRtunes. One for ME, one for the cat. Okay?
She rubs the cat's head. It tries biting at her fingers but being made of metal has its benefits.
C0: After that, I'll clean you up.
C-0RA slips two coins from between her fingers and drops them into the machine's slots.
C0: The cat, it asks what it wants. As FOR mE? HmMmMmMmmmM.
C0: I don't FEel like searching for the UPCOMING invader all shift. Can you give me a ETA for the RanGErs to arrive?
She drops the two coins in and pushes the buttons needed to start the machine up.
While she waits, she begins wiping down the machine to burn time and to complete the work order.
The first fortune gets spat out remarkably quick. It flutters up in the air and up towards the camera.
ANOMALY: "<3 is cute! N-Company is cute! YOU ARE NOT CUTE. CAT IS LUCKY NUMBER, WHAT IS CAT NUMBER?"
C-0RA shrugs and goes back to cleaning, waiting for the second fortune to come out.
C0: Weird. DoNT these usually make more sense?
The machine starts rattling the moment C-0RA stops speaking.
She can only watch on as paper spills out of the machine like tickets from an arcade machine.
It doesn't stop. More and more paper piles right in front of the machine.
C-0RA stops polishing the machine and begins reading through the constant stream of paper. The only thing you can see from here is-
ANOMALY: "GOOD LUCK FINDING THE CORRECT DATE. YOU'RE AN ANALYZER, YOU GET TO SEE BEHIND THE VEIL."
C0: Thank you?
She grabs a handful of the paper and exits the containment cell.

>Send C-0RA out to mingle with the employees, now that she's slightly less likely to cause morale damage.
"Hey!" Presley chases after the android as she's about to return to your office with the papers. "Who the fuck are you and why don't I know your number, hot stuff?" He clicks his tongue and points finger guns at her.

C-0RA throws the papers into a nearby storage container and leans against the wall. "Hmmm. Well, I can plAY ball. I was TolD to talk to the others!"

Presley grabs her hand and drags her over to the breakroom. Welp, you're not going to be seeing her for the rest of the hour, you know that. Before you move onto something else, you check up on her progress socializing.

She's doing pretty well, actually. The employees you interviewed are the only ones who recognized her (and are a bit confused at her new personality) but otherwise they're having some fun chatting about silly nonsense.
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>Art of Flesh, A to Bond. Talk to him, try and figure out what's got him hiding in a corner. Ideally, calm him down and get him ready to work. Remind him what was said before about smelling the flowers and whatever
"Oh boy." Employee A breaks away from the engrossing talk he's having with C-0RA (not really) and heads to the containment cell.

ANOMALY: nonononodontcomecloserdontdont
The chef tries to push itself even closer into the wall.
A: Woah, woah, woah.
A: It's just me. Arthur, remember? We chatted a little bit ago.
ANOMALY: Arthur. Arthur, yes, yes. You.
ANOMALY: Cooking, yes, taking break. Smelling flowers, the? Yes.
A: Calm down, man. I can hardly understand what you're saying.
Employee A sits down on the floor, keeping his distance from the android.
A: Take a deep breath. What's got you all wound up?
He watches as the anomaly tries biting its fingernails. Despite it not having any.
ANOMALY: thatbitchthatFUCKINGbitchwhywhynowithoughtgettingridofadamwasenough
A: Deep. Breathes. Who are you talking about?
The anomaly mutters something but you can't make it out.
A: What, her? You know her?
A: Well, look, calm down. We can get you cooking to get her off of your mind. Wouldn't that be nice?
A: You can take your time. Just enjoy the process of cooking. I know you like that, don't you?
The chef slowly walks away from the corner it was sticking to. It begins approaching Employee A.
He flashes a smile at the chef...before a sudden slap knocks him over
The chef's face has contorted far more than a metallic face should. A demonic sneer of unbridled rage.
ANOMALY: I did not work all of those years for some HUSSY to walk into my restaurant again and FUCKING ruin it.
It grabs Employee A by the collar, holding him up with ease. The halo-wearing employee tries struggling out of his grasp.
A: W-woah, woah, Arty! Calm down!
A: N-no need to harm an-
Employee A gets thrown against the wall, slamming hard against it. He doesn't get cough up any blood, thankfully.
After letting out a burst of unnatural aggression, the chef's face twists back into an apathetic and dull piece of metal.
ANOMALY: You are right, however. Cooking shall calm my nerves. It is in my nature.
ANOMALY: Bring me meat. I don't want any of that low-quality orange suit meat. No.
ANOMALY: I'm not repeating history again.
A: F-fucking hell. Fine! Fine.
Employee A stumbles out of the containment cell before he becomes the next dish.

You didn't exactly expect that reaction, especially since the anomaly hasn't entered a state of hunger. Hopefully you can find some "high-quality" meat.
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>Sense, THE FREEDOM RANGERS to Bond. Try entertaining the TV with a routine or something, see what the TV shows alongside/in-response-to the routine.

Hey, you can have a little private show if you make them work on an anomaly, right? You paid good money on them, they should be willing. The seven look at the request and they...head over. Huh.

The seven pile into the containment cell. The TV is already tuned to static.
RR: So, we're here to entertain an anomaly? That's gonna be fun!
RB: We weren't fucking paid to do this.
RT: Calm down, calm down. We'll just do a little show and get out. Not that big a deal.
Rg: Acceptable.
RG: Alright! Let's get this show on the road, guys!
Rb: Shouldn't we be the ones on TV? I dunno.
RI: Shut it.
The dials on the TV start twisting all by themselves, to the awe of the Rangers.
A showstage is all the screen shows. The curtains are open but no one is on.
RG: Guess that's our cue to start, huh?
Faint murmuring of a crowd comes from the TV.
RT: Eh. I'm not really sure if the rest of you should be here. We're on TV right now.
RT: Most of you have a face fit for radio at best...well, the ones that have a face.
Rg: It saves on plastic surgery. I think you know how much that costs, Teal.
The crowd roars with laughter.
RI: Yeah, apparently he can afford that yet he keeps asking to split the bill, huh?
RG: Look. No offense, Indy, but you should be lucky he even went on that date with you.
Rb: Wait, who the hell is spilling a bill at fuckin' BugMeat? I know that's the only place you can afford.
Ranger Red rests his arm on the television with a look of sheer exhaustion on his face.
RR: Look. Just between you and me, chatterbox?
RR: I think we're better off if we stuck together and left these bozos behind. Imagine the possibilities!
RB: Be careful there, Red. I've seen your internet history, you don't want to get banned from working at these places.
RR: The fuck is that supposed to mean?
RB: I mean, if you had the hots for an android, I just don't want you lowering your standards too much.
The air goes silent. None of the rangers dare to say a word.
ANOMALY: "Eh. I think he could make it work. His equipment's small enough to fit in."
RI: PFFFFT. Wow. In my whole life, I never expected an entity to call your dick small.
RR: HEY FUCK YOU! I'M NOT SMALL, I'M AVERAGE!
Everyone except for Ranger Red erupt into laughter at the silly nonsense that's going on.
A reprieve from the violence and sex of this City.
A man's voice booms from the TV. It's formal and to the point.
ANOMALY: "And that's all the time we have today. Say goodbye to the Rangers!"
A murmur of byes and claps come from the TV.
The seven bow towards the TV, even Red. There's a murmur of "thanks you" and "hope you enjoy the show"
The signal cuts off, leaving only behind static on the TV.
RG: Well, that was fun! Five minute break, then we go back to the break room.
The seven exit the containment cell.
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>>5234539
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CofpOLquatY
>green and purple
Thanks doc, I needed that dose
>"This might require a bit of flexibility. Your loosened joints should help you connect your attacks!" Twisted Stance. (+3 FORCE dice, first critical dice rolled each turn is 2 successes, deals STA damage to yourself to activate)
Flexibility will help our throwing arm too, naturally
>[BOUND BY DUTY] "Use these precise strikes to rip through your opponent's defense!" Minor Iris. (DC: 16, bo3. On a success, you may reroll every FORCE dice you rolled that was a failure [3 and under for you]. Melee range.)
Muh rerolls and best-of-3
>Family got in the way.
Its okay as long as you're not dead

>>5234544
>doublecaf results
I think we should save the rest of this for a "special" time with A2, hint hint...

>>5234550
>closes her eyes and mumbles some happy-sounding gibberish
c u t e
>ranger sits down on your bed
Not yet...

>>5234552
>need your actual fighters to be better
She's right, we need combat training up for everybody ASAP
>give you a personal reward
NOT YET...
>purple blush (LEDs?) spreading across her face
I wonder when Admin is going to wake up to her hugging him in bed though that might be a bit much

>>5234556
>takes at least 24 hours for the rot
We need a fuckton of people working on that corpse ASAP
>Would he even care if you used his body?
We honored him with a fair bloody fight just the way he wanted it. His dead body is like any other dead body now, freakshit or not. He wouldn't care that much anymore
>The sooner you do it, the better, both for the best quality and to not let the harvester wait too long
We harvest RBA's body of all his meat, blood, guts, horns, etc. this shift, then get some of the meat to Art to cook with for the food critic next shift, and then the next shift after that is the big feast
>you don't understand dog, so you have no idea what they're saying
Throw "get a dog report from Roxy this shift" onto the to-do list

>>5234563
>"Alright, get in."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFDJHZFakMg
>more interesting than sitting in a room all day
I want to do more shit with our D-Class. They've been inconspicuously in our facility's D-Class room doing fuck-all for literal days.
>High Quality Poncho x2
THAT'S GONNA BE USED THE R-COMPANY RAID, 100%
>Molotov Cocktail x4
THAT'S ALL GOING TO US, BABY!
>Oil-stained Crowbar
That Presence+ can help us with Shot interactions, perhaps?

>>5234571
>that entire interaction
Yeah, Delta's the man for this thing. He needs to heal up completely first

>>5234573
>that entire interaction
H and Y are a good duo along with P, as I thought
>Employee D
We need to get them to do more work
>analysis
Should we try pursuing the "channel change" with Sense?

>>5234575
>similarities
Could using both OWB and AFYN together be more potent?
>combat training
YEAH, WE GET IT, WE NEED MORE OF THAT FOR EVERYBODY

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The Work Order for A Hope for a Brighter Future is completed.
The Work Result was good.
Abstraction Energy Count: +5/∞
Employee Morale: Neutral
Current Anomaly Mood: Resolute
Working Notes - C
-I know what it's like to doubt yourself. I can relate to him.
-That sword was oddly light. I was expecting it to be a lot heavier.
-He's ready to go, though!

The Work Order for Sirocco is completed.
The Work Result was good.
Abstraction Energy Count: +3 (3/15)
Employee Morale: Exhausted --> Neutral
Current Anomaly Mood: Awake
Working Notes - S
-It was nice to do something that wasn't stuffing guts back into Delta.
-Not sure why a lullaby work her up.
-Might be a good idea to talk about her dad now. She's thinking about him now.

The Work Order for Star for a Century is completed.
The Work Result was neutral.
Abstraction Energy Count: +4 (4/20)
Employee Morale:
Kor: Neutral
SPAMTON: [[Sales, Sales, Sales!]]
Current Anomaly Mood: Smug
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
Kor: Discreet (Extraction+, Observe+, Bonding-, Presence-)
Employee S2 - Walking Billboard (Appease+, Nurture+, Subdue-, Bonding--, VERY distracting.)
Working Notes - Kor
-Guess that rattling box of bolts is good at keeping her attention.
-Stole some extra from her after hearing her demands. You're welcome.

Working Notes - SPAMTON
-[[Is magic real?]] WHO KNOWS, BUT I KNOW THOSE DEALS ARE [[Poor, poor, poor!]]
-[[SHOWTIME]] IS COMING UP! I CAN TELL THE [[Pay Per View Profit]] IS [[High, High, High!]

The Work Order for Til the Last Shot is completed.
The Work Result was good.
Abstraction Energy Count: +7/∞
C-Extract: +1
Employee Morale: Neutral
Current Anomaly Mood: Pleased
Working Notes - B
-Yeah, he's not wrong with the whole "frosty bitch" thing. The worst I can say about you is that you look like death.
-I'm not going to lie, I think it would've killed me if Beta wasn't there.
-It sees itself as a human yet it knows that it can spread meat. Weird mental filter?

Working Notes - Beta
-He was oddly cordial, all things considered. Guess he likes old men.
-I can't get a read on this thing. One moment, it tried killing that D-Class, and the next it's chatting like nothing's going on.

>Certain anomalies can be overstimulated if they produce too much energy in a short period of time. This can result in breaches, the anomaly being unable to be worked on, or other nasty outcomes. If an anomaly has an infinity symbol, they can not be overworked.
>If an anomaly has (X/Y) next to it, X being higher than Y will result in the anomaly being overworked. Good work results or using tools to keep an anomaly relaxed, such as nice and quiet, will help keep X from getting too high.
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The Work Order for Fire on the Velvet Horizon is completed.
The Work Result was bad.
Abstraction Energy Count: +8 (8/15)
C-Extract: +1
Employee Morale: Exasperated
Current Anomaly Mood: Freaking out
Working Notes - N
-I don't even know who or what was in the bag. It was burnt too quickly.
-She's a lot stronger than I expected. Damn near had to put my whole bodyweight into shoving her.
-Suggestion: Calm her down quick and ask her what she was on about.

The Work Order for Fortune for a Price is completed.
The Work Result was bad.
Abstraction Energy Count: +3/∞
Employee Morale: Concerned
Current Anomaly Mood: ???
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
C-0RA: Pollyanna (Bonding+, Appease-, Nurture+, usually in high spirits.)
Working Notes - C-0RA
-I don't think it likes me very much. Most of the dates were nonsensical. Didn't compute.
-Maybe it doesn't want to help us with the Invasion. Sorry, sir! Wanted to help!
-Cat's cute!

The Work Order for The Art of Flesh is completed.
The Work Result was neutral.
Abstraction Energy Count: +7/∞
Employee Morale: Annoyed
Current Anomaly Mood: ???
Working Notes - A
-Guess he has some beef with the food critic. Dunno why, don't care right now.
-Get him something to cook. I don't think he's going to respond well to any chats or watching.


The Work Order for Chattering Lack of Common Sense is completed.
The Work Result was good
Abstraction Energy Count: +5/∞
Employee Morale: [ERROR! DATA NOT FOUND!]
Current Anomaly Mood: ???
Working Notes - Freedom Rangers
-That was a great show! It's been a while since we ever did anything for an anomaly. (Ranger Teal)
-Weird. Didn't really feel like watching TV. It was watching us, really. (Ranger Black)
-We're not really here to do work orders, sir. You paid us to entertain your employees. (Ranger Indigo)
-Q-Company sends their regards, Administrator. They respect your work ethic. (Ranger Grey)
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Hour 2, Shift 8
QUOTA: 0/51 C-Extract Refined
Optional QUOTA: 1.5/3 Stardust Vials
A-Energy: 54 units, 0/hour
ICP: 0
C-Extract: 3

SPONSORSHIPS:
>U-Company: Perform two Crosstests and let your Inspector tinker with two of your PARADIGMS. 1 shift left, 0/2 Crosstests done. Available PARADIGMS: TAS, AFYN
>Q-Company: Cope with an increased quota of 11 more C-Extract. 1 shift left.
>R-Company: Prepare and repel the incoming Invasion from R-Corp. ETA: Unknown.
>H-Company: Burn the bags. 4 remaining.
>F-Company: Give the Harvester a lovely dining experience.

INTERACTIONS [1 Hour Each]:

LIVING
>Anomalies: A Hope for a Brighter Future, Sirocco, Star of the Century, Til the Last Shot, Fire on the Velvet Horizon
>Assign Employee (What work type? Any specific instructions? To which anomaly? etc etc)

INANIMATE
>Anomalies: Fortune for a Price, The Art of Flesh, Chattering Lack of Common Sense
>Assign Employee (Same as Living)

MISC
>Facility: REFINEMENT ROOM, Explore the Fourth Floor (Unknown. Felix said to "be quiet" on it.), Unleash the Beast (4 A-Energy to activate)
>S-4M: Anomaly Analyzation (Notes for Future next post), Control Spike (what do?)
>C-ORA: Search Protocol (What do you want to find?)
>Assign Employee (To do what? Any specific instructions?)

EQUIPMENT
Weapons:
>Riot Clubs/Combat Knives (Assigned to ETF, grants +1 FORCE dice and a reroll per encounter)
>Late Night Cane (Physical Protection+, +1 FORCE dice, longer reach than most melee weapons. Unassigned.)
>Surplus Knife and Surplus Club (May add +1 to two FORCE dice. Unassigned.)
>BLESSED BLADE (+2 FORCE dice, deals Stamina damage to non-religious employees who attempt to wield it. Assigned to AK)
>Stun Baton (+1 FORCE dice, weakens an opponent on a success. Assigned to J, F, and I. Leftover: 3)
>9mm Pistol (+2 FORCE dice, ranged, Current Count: 2. 1/8 AMMO in Zero's, 5/8 in Monifa's)

Armor:
>ARMOR OF THE FATHER (Physical Protection++, may block some attacks, FORCE-. Unassigned)
>Stab Resistant Vest (Physical Protection+, assigned to Security Officers, two left over.)
>Weather Resistant Protective Gear (resists sand, rain, and mild heat. Assigned to whoever works on Sirocco)
>Gas Masks (Protects against gas and airborne contaminants Current count: 8.)
>Champion Belt (+1 FORCE dice, raises morale and lowers morale loss, hardly takes up equipment space. Unassigned)
>Security Helmet (Has a chance of blocking weak attacks. Current count: 4.)

(More will be recorded in the Pastebin)

PARADIGMs
>Stats are recorded in the "Equipment" section of the Pastebin

CONSOLE COMMANDS
>View cameras in which rooms? (Write in)
>Broadcast an announcement over the intercom system (Write in)
>Manage Employee roster and Departments. (Write in)
>Edit anomaly dossiers and logs (Write in)
>Message an Employee PDA. (Write in)
>Call an Employee in (Who?)
>Contact a Company via Fax (Who? About what? QM will tell you how much it'll cost.)
>Leave the office.
>End the workday (Enters Downtime/Upgrade phase)
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>>5234539
>[HOPELESS WRECK] "Rip and tear! Being precise doesn't matter as long as they hurt!" BERSERK STANCE! (Physical Protection-, -1 to all FORCE rolls, +6 FORCE dice with unarmed attacks.)
>[HOPELESS WRECK] "There is no rules in fighting. Crush what is in the inside of their stomach." Stomach Crush (DC: 14, bo2. On a success, your foe will be crippled. The next two attacks they make will deal less damage and will reduce the chance of an instant-kill happening. Melee range.)

>You're relied on anomalies to do a lot of your heavy lifting
This isn't entirely fair, Zero. Our ability to field combat troops is largely limited by the quality and quantity of our equipment. Seeing as we don't have any control over either of those factors to any significant degree, Anomalies are the only other cards in our hand for combat potential.

>If you can make it out of this without throwing people out in body bags
Welp. I guess we can take less-than-lethal off the table. M should be happy, at least.
I wonder if she'd consider it cheating to trigger the Emergency Option?

>Well, seems like she's a bit less of an absolute fucking menace to your already melting brain.
Woo!

>Would he even care if you used his body?
That is good enough for me. I was a little worried because how nebulous such things are when dealing with Anomalies, but it looks like there won't be an issue.
We'll have to set to Extracting it next hour.

>Delta's not really in much of a state to do anything
Ok I'll admit, I somehow completely forgot he was injured. Should have send in V instead, whoops.
Still, good result.
I wonder how many people can be affected by it at once?

>REMEMBER, YOU CAN ALWAYS CHANGE THE CHANNEL. YOU DON'T HAVE TO WATCH TV."
hmm, that's something I would have expected out of Fortune, not out of a TV-show related item. Not sure what to make of it in a practical sense.

>ADMINISTATOR: Thank you. That will be all.
So they may have bonus effects when used together? We'll have to give that a try later.
The lingering combat bonus is nice as well.

>ANOMALY: You can get a vial of that stuff from me. For the other two? I want to perform with them.
mmmmmaybe. We can talk to the rangers themselves before commiting. Also, the audience will need to be strictly controlled; she's got some sort of mind control going on, and we don't want 10, 20, 30 people all under her sway.
>I'll give you even more if you watch my show...personally.
We do have "Mental Protection: Special", so she shouldn't be able to get her hooks into us, but it still makes me nervous.

>ANOMALY: Finally. Some experienced faces. C'mon, sit down, gentlemen.
Much more civil. We need to send him more older employees. I wonder how Shot and Churchland would get along?
>ANOMALY: No...? Why? I'm a human just like the rest of you. I haven't changed.
Interesting. I thought he was more aware than that. Good to know though.
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>>5234592
>1/5 bags have been fully burnt.
Wow, that went...much more poorly than I hoped. We're going to do a lot of SAN damage to her if we try the same thing twice.
At least we got some good bits of info out of her.
Newest theory: She killed someone on accident(?), which caused a mental breakdown. I assume whoever she killed was important to the local community or a kid or something; the killing was discovered, causing a local revolt that ended with her burning alive in her house.

>ANOMALY: I did not work all of those years for some HUSSY to walk into my restaurant again and FUCKING ruin it.
Either this Harvester was the one that caused his fall (reviewed his restaurant poorly?), or a similar one did.
I wonder what he'll make of RBA's flesh?

>The seven exit the containment cell.
That was fun.

>-Might be a good idea to talk about her dad now. She's thinking about him now.
noted.

>-Stole some extra from her after hearing her demands. You're welcome.
Good work.

>>Certain anomalies can be overstimulated if they produce too much energy in a short period of time.
Interesting. does it decay over time, or is day-based?

>-Suggestion: Calm her down quick and ask her what she was on about.
Sounds like a plan to me.
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>>5234539
For the styles
>[BOUND BY DUTY Stance]
>Goat Kick
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>>5234587
Kor confirmed turning into a meat soldier
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>>5234594
Hey gents the cat number is probably the employee count number for the cat. I'm sleepy so I'm gonna leave that to anons
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Also call it a hunch but I feel like The Freedom Rangers are the R Company Taskforce and about to whip out revolvers
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>>5234664
Living
>I, Future, learn from the Master. C can tag along if she feels like it.
>Null, Bond Siro, ask about her Father
>Gamma, Bond Star, negotiate 3-4 more vials, in exchange for the additional opportunity for a no-holds barred prank on the upcoming R Company Task Force. If yes, feel free to let her entertain next hour.
I think we should take her up on that solo show, in spite of the risks. It’s more of a gut feeling, but I do think that this will help her achieve her Masterpiece.
>Kor, Bond with Shot and the Meatmen, Q, prevent him from getting seriously maimed or killed.
>P, AK, N&Q Velvet, then inquire what that was all about, G2 will listen in. If it won’t overwhelm Velvet, dispose of another bag.
Inanimate
>Q2, Nurture Fortune, ask it a horoscope/question of your choice
>V, Lily, Flesh, break out the high quality meat from O, begin Harvesting RBA, and prepare a meal for our guest. Save the skeleton and skull, they are exempt from the meal.
They shouldn’t be able to utilize all of RBA meat.
>S2, Bond Sense, sell the opportunity to participate in beating the shit outta the R Company Task Force.
Misc
>Give a untrained volunteer AFYN to imprint combat training on them
>C0RA, R Task Force Duty
>Interview O2, inquire about its Hyper-focus ability
>Prepare to obstruct the Task Force’s line of sight, as well as Gas and N&Q contingencies to make sure our force is the least affected.
>Interview Lovecraft, ask if she’s willing to surprise attack the Task Force from the Vents.
>Test out American Spirit, see if it’s viable for the upcoming combat against R Company
>Tell the Freedom Rangers that they have an admirer that would like to perform with them as well.
>Buy more ETF from P Company or Rangers from R

I know this Task Force is supposed to assess our Facility’s ability to fight them off conventionally (i.e. without anomalies), but they never said not to, just to fight them off successfully. While I would prefer that we beat them conventional, I ain’t about to risk putting our lads in body bags over it.
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>>5235248
When did we get the cat? Third shift or so?

>>5235259
As much as I admire that Trojan Horse possibility, I think it would be disingenuous of them to sneak their task force in like that. Besides, we payed good money for those fuckers for a full day’s entertainment, I’d be pissed if we only get half a day’s worth because they decided start shooting up their audience.
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>>5234664
>Announce that every employee has to have earplugs at hand at all times today.
We can use the calming music on R-Company
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>>5234722
>Interesting. does it decay over time, or is day-based?
It decays over time, given that you get neutral or good work results. Getting a bad work result will just add more onto it.

>>5235285
I can't remember the specifics off the top of my head but it was around when the DAILY SPECIL/DAILY SPECIAL/Whatever new misspelling they give you was first introduced.

>>5235273
>Buy more ETF from P Company or Rangers from R
For very obvious reasons, R-Corp is not going to sell you assistance this shift. But if the others agree, you can contact P-Corp for 5 A-Energy to try brokering a deal. That would be a valid move.
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>>5235273
fuck it, +1ing this to speed things up; been busy this week so couldn't properly writeup a vote but that's fine

>>5235787
I'll be up for contacting P-Corp
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>Give a untrained volunteer AFYN to imprint combat training on them
Seems like the first person who was willing to accept this (totally glorious) role is Presley? Somehow you're not shocked at him wanting to be a test subject.

Felix and Agent K drag him over to the armory, both because that's where the gun is and to prevent him from easily fucking up anything.

"Alright." The agent stuffs the gun into the robot's hand. "Hold this. If you try to fire it, I will smash your head in. If you try to leave, you're going down on the ground. Got it?"

The usually suave android gulps. "Y-yeah. Sh-she's just joking, right, F?" He tries pointing finger guns at the other security member. He blankly stares in response. "N-no dice then."

He grips the gun before sitting down on a stepstool. He grabs the single bullet with one hand and loads it into the gun, being careful with his moves to avoid getting beaten up. So far, so good.

"Yeesh. Is this what you humans call 'ringing ears'?" Presley smacks the side of his head. The two guards don't respond. He slowly gets up, gun in hand, and hums something to himself.

"Alright, alright, stop badgering me already." He smacks the side of his head again. He walks up to a training dummy set up beforehand. The guards quietly take notes as they watch the android train. The punches and kicks thrown are pretty sloppy at first, as expected for a novice.

Punch straight out and straight out. Keep that wrist locked and aligned with the forearm.

The punches slowly get better. A bit less sloppy, a bit more powerful, a bit more skilled. Seems like this is actually going somewhere.

>Interview O2, inquire about its Hyper-focus ability
>Interview Lovecraft, ask if she’s willing to surprise attack the Task Force from the Vents.
Nothing's stopping you from doing a two in one. Besides, you rather have something to carry Lovecraft in via a cage.

The bronze android steps in, cage in hand. He adjusts his glasses with his spare hand. C-0RA stands guard, making sure the creature doesn't get out.

"So. To get the creature out of the way, would you be willing to do a little surprise attack from the vents?" You wave a hand towards the cage. O2 stuffs a piece of paper and a pen through a slot in the cage. And just as quickly, it gets spat back out.

"VENTVENTVENTVENTYESYESYESYESYES" is scrawled all over the paper. The pen is shattered, spilling ink onto the floor. Hrm. Well, that solves that.

"W-what about me, sir?" The meek robot stammers out. "What do you need?"

"Right. C-0RA, hold the cage for now." The analyzer android does so. "One of the programs this facility uses has listed you having a 'hyperfocus' ability. Would you wish to clarify about it?"

"Oh!" O2 perks up. "Well, uh, I was meant to be one of those, ehehe." He gestures at C-0RA.

"A regional analyzer?" You tilt your head. She's a facility assistant, there's no way he can be one too.
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>Give a untrained volunteer AFYN to imprint combat training on them
Seems like the first person who was willing to accept this (totally glorious) role is Presley? Somehow you're not shocked at him wanting to be a test subject.

Felix and Agent K drag him over to the armory, both because that's where the gun is and to prevent him from easily fucking up anything.

"Alright." The agent stuffs the gun into the robot's hand. "Hold this. If you try to fire it, I will smash your head in. If you try to leave, you're going down on the ground. Got it?"

The usually suave android gulps. "Y-yeah. Sh-she's just joking, right, F?" He tries pointing finger guns at the other security member. He blankly stares in response. "N-no dice then."

He grips the gun before sitting down on a stepstool. He grabs the single bullet with one hand and loads it into the gun, being careful with his moves to avoid getting beaten up. So far, so good.

"Yeesh. Is this what you humans call 'ringing ears'?" Presley smacks the side of his head. The two guards don't respond. He slowly gets up, gun in hand, and hums something to himself.

"Alright, alright, stop badgering me already." He smacks the side of his head again. He walks up to a training dummy set up beforehand. The guards quietly take notes as they watch the android train. The punches and kicks thrown are pretty sloppy at first, as expected for a novice.

Punch straight out and straight out. Keep that wrist locked and aligned with the forearm.

The punches slowly get better. A bit less sloppy, a bit more powerful, a bit more skilled. Seems like this is actually going somewhere.

>Interview O2, inquire about its Hyper-focus ability
>Interview Lovecraft, ask if she’s willing to surprise attack the Task Force from the Vents.
Nothing's stopping you from doing a two in one. Besides, you rather have something to carry Lovecraft in via a cage.

The bronze android steps in, cage in hand. He adjusts his glasses with his spare hand. C-0RA stands guard, making sure the creature doesn't get out.

"So. To get the creature out of the way, would you be willing to do a little surprise attack from the vents?" You wave a hand towards the cage. O2 stuffs a piece of paper and a pen through a slot in the cage. And just as quickly, it gets spat back out.

"VENTVENTVENTVENTYESYESYESYESYES" is scrawled all over the paper. The pen is shattered, spilling ink onto the floor. Hrm. Well, that solves that.

"W-what about me, sir?" The meek robot stammers out. "What do you need?"

"Right. C-0RA, hold the cage for now." The analyzer android does so. "One of the programs this facility uses has listed you having a 'hyperfocus' ability. Would you wish to clarify about it?"

"Oh!" O2 perks up. "Well, uh, I was meant to be one of those, ehehe." He gestures at C-0RA.

"A regional analyzer?" You tilt your head. She's a facility assistant, there's no way he can be one too.
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"N-no, well, close. I was made to analyze numbers and data. B-boring stuff, really." He nervously laughs. "I get stuck in processing loops, though. Stuck and stuck and stuck." His whole body shudders.

"All I can really do is focus on one specific thing and nothing else. Over and over again." Another nervous laugh. "God, now I'm thinking about interviews a lot."

"Interesting." You adjust your posture and wipe your mouth. "Would you say there are any benefits to this quirk?"

"Well, my core kinda doesn't register anything else when I'm fixated. Pain, cognitive corruption, hell! I even had a gun raised at me once and I didn't flinch!" Really? A geek like him not pissing oil at the sight of a gun?

"I-I guess it's also good for keeping track of small details others forget. M-maybe I can help keep track of things better. I-I want to be useful."

"Of course. I think that will be all. Dismissed." You gesture at the airlock. The android grabs the cage from C-0RA before leaving.

>C0RA, R Task Force Duty
"C-0RA? You're going to try figuring out where the task force is." You clap your hands. The assistant quickly scrambles to analyze the pile of papers Fortune granted her.

"Assuming optimAL planning and disreGARDIng false dates..." The android mutters to herself. "Traveling in a group, organizeD, scoUTED area ahead." It's weird watching her work without some weird twitching or a schizophrenic meltdown.

"C-can't give an accurate location or time right now, s-sir, that might take a while but I know this." C-0RA raises a finger up. "They're not here yet. Y-you got at least two hours to plan."

Okay, you got a rough ETA. Hopefully she can pin something more concrete than "at least two hours" because that's still kinda vague.

>Prepare to obstruct the Task Force’s line of sight, as well as Gas and N&Q contingencies to make sure our force is the least affected.
You flip through the cameras, checking all of the locations the task force could possibly arrive from. The elevators, long forgotten empty rooms you've yet to build something in, the barely visible bowels of the facility's structure...

As you keep flipping through them, you begin planning out how to best neutralize them once they finally arrive. If you equip your fighters with gas masks, the gas could slow down or knock out some of the fighters, with the music helping in incapacitating them.

Even assuming they have gas masks and ear plugs too, the noise and visual clutter would hamper their ability to work at full capacity. Add in some tear gas grenades and you have the home turf advantage.

A wicked grin crosses your face. You begin marking down which rooms should have the music and gas armed and ready as you give a simple announcement.

"Attention. Every employee should have earplugs at hand at all times. This is for your own safety."

A few grumble and mutter but otherwise, seems like they're preparing to follow through with the announcement.
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>Test out American Spirit, see if it’s viable for the upcoming combat against R Company
Back in the armory, now with the American Spirit instead of the gun. This time, it's Beta who's experimenting with it, with Jack (suited in the ARMOR OF THE FATHER) standing nearby to assist in the test.

"Alright." Beta shoves his arm deep into the heart. He grips onto the table with his free arm. "I'm going to need you to not hold back. Can you do that?"

"Sure can do, boss." Jack holds a crowbar in hand. On the ground is a spear, a knife, a club, and a silver rod. "Can't use any bullets but we can see how much that arm can take."

"Good." Beta rips his arm out of the heart, revealing a now-expected demon arm. He stuffs his human arm into the heart while waiting for Jack to make his move. The crowbar slams hard against the demon arm, causing Beta to convulse in pain...

But as he pulls out his other (now demon) arm, there's no major bruises on the arm that got hit. In return, Beta fires off a half-hearted punch. It sends Jack stumbling back even while he's armored. Luckily, the armor protected him from most of the blow.

The testing continues. The knife barely manages to scratch the man's arms. The club bounces off, and the rod only manages to leave a small bruise. The punches that Beta fires back are far more threatening, only being non-lethal through both holding back and the plate armor.

The last weapon to test is the spear. Jack picks it up with both hands and drives it as deep into the demon arms as he can. Finally, a blow gets through, digging pretty deep into the demon flesh...but it took softening it up with several blows to get anywhere.

As one last test, Jack stuffs his arm into the heart to see if it can affect more than one person. A few seconds pass by as he yanks his arm out. Both Jack and Beta are affected at the same time.

With both of Beta's arms transformed, it takes a bit longer for the effect to wear off. Only now are they starting to slough off and fall into a meaty puddle onto the floor.

It seems like the only issue is getting more than two or three people affected at once.

>Tell the Freedom Rangers that they have an admirer that would like to perform with them as well.
You wait until the performers take a break before sending them the news. It's rude to interrupt a good show, considering it keeps your employees entertained.

"Rangers. You have a fan that wishes to perform with you. Would you accept?" You keep the details vague because honestly, you're not totally sold on Star's deal, but you want to test the waters at least.

"Hm?" Teal looks at the others. "Well, wanna cast a vote on it? I'm fine with it."

The seven murmur with each other and tally up a vote between themselves. It doesn't take long for them to settle on an agreement. 5:2, majority accepting the unknown (to them) admirer.

"As long as they're not too disruptive, I suppose." Teal shrugs. "The others are fine with it."
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>Buy more ETF from P Company or Rangers from R
You quickly scribble something down onto a piece of paper. A simple request for an ETF agent or three, written as legibly as you can. You stuff it into the machine, dial in the number, and wait.

The piece of paper gets scanned by the machine and spat out. A drawing of five A-Energy capsules crossed out is doodled on the corner of the paper.

The line picks up. A bored and apathetic man is on the other line. "We received your message. Please read the following slip of paper and transmit it back with the agent or agents you want."

"If you have any issue with the offered agents, you may talk to my manager."

A slip of paper gets spat out of the machine. On it are mugshots of several men and women in ETF uniforms. Alongside the mugshots are a small bio of the agents in question and their name. Buncha greek letters, though some of them have runes instead. Interesting.

You filter through the ones you can't afford and narrow it down to the ones you can. Which one(s) do you wish to purchase?
>ETF-ε. Male, late 30s, deadpan expression and unremarkable facial features. Rank and file grunt. Doesn't ask any questions and has little to no morals holding him back. Skilled in combat and not much else. (1 C)
>ETF-τ. Female, early 40s, toothy grin and a rough, scarred face. Trained containment specialist experienced in repairing and upgrading containment cells and ETF containment cubes. Not particularly skilled in combat. (1 C, 2 A)
>ETF-χ. Male, late 60s, stern expression and a strong, blocky face. A disgraced X-Corp agent transferred over to P-Corp. Incredibly well versed in combat and dealing with anomalies. (3 C)
>ETF-ρ. Female, mid-30s, closed eyes and a gentle smile, adorned with a cross necklace. A faithful servant of the Father who wishes to serve. Well-intentioned but isn't as skilled as most ETFs. Great at keeping moral up. (4 A)
>ETF-σ. Male, mid 50s, laidback smile and posture. Jack of all trades, master of none. Has moderate skill in combat and work orders. (1 C)
>"Could I speak to your manager?" (You will attempt to bargain with the Manager. You can try aiming for lower prices, a special deal, more information on the agents, or something else. Select what you want to focus on.)
>"I'm not into any of these, thanks anyways." Hang up. (Skip to the anomaly section)

>I'm going to give you some time to discuss and decide what to do instead of letting this get lost in the anomaly orders and everything else. This is also a chance to break the tie for the martial arts thing.
>After 3-4 votes or a day has passed, whichever comes first, I'll move on and post the anomaly work orders.
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>>5239736
>"Could I speak to your manager?" (Aim for lower prices, a special deal, and a down-payment scheme with the full amount to be payed after our shift has ended)
>Try and get them all.

I took Zero’s criticism to heart, and I think our current forces are underprepared of a serious conflict. I want the whole lot.
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I'm interested in all of them except for the X-Corp dude and the Jack of All. If he's disgraced, it's probably for a good reason. Plus, the fact that he's 60 sounds like it'll impact his actual quality as a fighter. Trainer-type at best unless we want to use RBA's paradigm on him.
The containment specialist is probably the most valuable one of the lot if you ask me, we don't have anyone with her abilities yet. The nun sounds like she'd be good for Future to interact with. The no-morals dude just sounds like a handy fighter. We could also really use someone skilled, trustworthy, and willing to do the dirty work. I get the feeling that most of our current roster that could meet all three would still feel things if they had to dirty their hands overmuch, you know?
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>>5239887
I disagree, I think all of them would be useful, especially the X-Company guy. Combat experience is exactly what we need at this moment, and former Spec Ops will definitely even out the Ranger Task Force, as well as improve training. Plus, it’s another old badass for Shot to Bond with, and since Gary moved on we don’t have much of them left. Also, maybe a AFYN and Shot Crosstest is in order?
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>>5239887
Plus, except for the grunt, all your ETF picks aren’t combat effective, which is the reason why we’re buying more ETF in the first place. I agree with the gal picks, they are interesting and have useful skillsets we can utilize, but that doesn’t solve our lack of effective combatants, which both X-Company and Jack-o-Trades man are effective at.
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>>5239736
>ETF-ε.
>ETF-τ.
>ETF-χ
I also would like to get them all, but barring that, we can get two fighters and a unique utility with this choice.
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Hey gents I read back a lil bit, and look at this convo with Star earlier are you all still sure you want to go.

>ANOMALY: Hmm. You think that would work?
>4C3: Yeah, trust me. It'll be really funny. It'll prank that Admin fucker really hard.
>4C3: It'll be really cool. Trust me. I'm the great and lovable Ace, after all!
>ANOMALY: Alright. But seriously, we are not expecting a show today. >Please leave the premises for now.
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>>5239859
You cough to get the attention of the man on the line to make sure he's not distracted doing anything else. "Yes, could I speak to your manager real quick?"

No response is given until you hear the line click. A gruff man barks over the handset. Old, probably around Gary's age, clearly not wanting to deal with your bullshit.

"What. do. you. want? You're hogging valuable time, Number 8." He coughs up something fierce. If you were there, you would probably be choking on smoke with how gravelly his voice is.

"Yes, I would like to ask for arrange a special deal with you for these agents offered." You chug down on some coffee. "I want to get all of them due to my facility's current...bloat and lack of worthwhile combatants?"

"If we could get a down payment situated, that would be great too. I don't have six C-Extract on hand. Or, you know, lower the price in exchange for something else. We have some supplies we don't need we could give in exchange."

The man on the line huffs. You can't see his face so you're unsure if he's actually going to give you a good deal or not. The fact he hasn't hung up is a good thing though. He's looking through papers considering that annoying noise coming over the line but otherwise doesn't say anything.

He breaks the silence after a few seconds. "Alright. I got two offers for you if you want all of 'em." You make a noise of vague approval.

"We're running low on machines over here. Robots, androids, gizmos. The silver skin fucks." A lighter flicks on. "We'll update the prices if you give us three androids in return. You won't ever see 'em again."

"As for the down payment, sir?"

"Down payment. Yeah, we can do that. We want to know that you can actually pay it, of course." He chortles at what he's about to say next. "Put all of that fancy coffee and the coffee machine you got as a security deposit. If you fail to cough up the cash?"

"We'll take it. That's the best I can offer you." You can HEAR the shit eating grin on his face.

You ponder. Do you accept the lowered price bargain?
>Accept the lowered prices. (Select the three android employees you want to transfer. ε will cost 5 A, τ will cost 7 A, χ will cost 1 C and 4 A, ρ will cost 3 A, and σ will cost 4 A.)
>Decline.

Do you put up your coffee as a security deposit?
>Accept (You can get the agents you want without paying right now but some A and/or C will be deducted at the end of the shift. Your coffee supplies will be taken if you fail to pay up.)
>Decline (Coffee is sacred.)
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You cough to get the attention of the man on the line to make sure he's not distracted doing anything else. "Yes, could I speak to your manager real quick?"

No response is given until you hear the line click. A gruff man barks over the handset. Old, probably around Gary's age, clearly not wanting to deal with your bullshit.

"What. do. you. want? You're hogging valuable time, Number 8." He coughs up something fierce. If you were there, you would probably be choking on smoke with how gravelly his voice is.

"Yes, I would like to ask for arrange a special deal with you for these agents offered." You chug down on some coffee. "I want to get all of them due to my facility's current...bloat and lack of worthwhile combatants?"

"If we could get a down payment situated, that would be great too. I don't have six C-Extract on hand. Or, you know, lower the price in exchange for something else. We have some supplies we don't need we could give in exchange."

The man on the line huffs. You can't see his face so you're unsure if he's actually going to give you a good deal or not. The fact he hasn't hung up is a good thing though. He's looking through papers considering that annoying noise coming over the line but otherwise doesn't say anything.

He breaks the silence after a few seconds. "Alright. I got two offers for you if you want all of 'em." You make a noise of vague approval.

"We're running low on machines over here. Robots, androids, gizmos. The silver skin fucks." A lighter flicks on. "We'll update the prices if you give us three androids in return. You won't ever see 'em again."

"As for the down payment, sir?"

"Down payment. Yeah, we can do that. We want to know that you can actually pay it, of course." He chortles at what he's about to say next. "Put all of that fancy coffee and the coffee machine you got as a security deposit. If you fail to cough up the cash?"

"We'll take it. That's the best I can offer you." You can HEAR the shit eating grin on his face.

You ponder. Do you accept the lowered price bargain?
>Accept the lowered prices. (Select the three android employees you want to transfer. ε will cost 5 A, τ will cost 1 C, χ will cost 1 C and 5 A, ρ will cost 3 A, and σ will cost 4 A.)
>Decline.

Do you put up your coffee as a security deposit?
>Accept (You can get the agents you want without paying right now but some A and/or C will be deducted at the end of the shift. Your coffee supplies will be taken if you fail to pay up.)
>Decline (Coffee is sacred.)
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>>5204294
>>5240489
Side note here we never saw what we said to Ranger Zero
>Accept the lowered prices (W,Y,Z)
>Yes but chug a cup of joe or two before sending it over as we need caffeine

Androids I am comfortable giving up include W, Y, and Z as they have little character development and have no known traits besides Baseline
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>>5240489
>Decline.
Losing character employees is where I draw the line. Plus, Z is a capable combatant.

I will take him up on the down payment though.
>Accept (You can get the agents you want without paying right now but some A and/or C will be deducted at the end of the shift. Your coffee supplies will be taken if you fail to pay up.)
>Chug a cup or two, and make sure A2 gets some before we pay up.
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>Decline.
>Accept (You can get the agents you want without paying right now but some A and/or C will be deducted at the end of the shift. Your coffee supplies will be taken if you fail to pay up.)
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>>5241141
+1
Give A2 something that isn't the doublecaf. That's for the bedroom
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>>5240489
>Decline.
>Accept (You can get the agents you want without paying right now but some A and/or C will be deducted at the end of the shift. Your coffee supplies will be taken if you fail to pay up.)
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Fuck me we're on page 9, archive soon?
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>>5241969
Yeah, I'll do so after I post the anomaly works in a few hours. (Motivation's been a bit of a pisser but hopefully it gets better soon)

Locking in the two votes. Seems like we have one for "try to get them all", one for "All of them but if that's not possible, Epilsion, Tau , and Chi", and one for "All but Chi and Sigma" for who to buy. So I'm going to default to "get everyone" since you CAN get them via the down payment.

Majority voted "Decline" for the lowered price bargain and "Accept" for the security deposit for the second section. So that's what we'll be going with.
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(note to self, need better sleeping schedule)
"I'm fine with just the down payment." You hold your empty cup towards S-4M and shake it before jotting down 'a2'. He gets your message and prepares some coffee for you and her. "We'll send the coffee over."

"Excellent. We'll ship over the ETF then. That check better not bounce or you're a dead motherfucker." The line cuts. You already regret shining up to this deal.

>You must pay 6 C and 6 A at the end of the shift if you want your coffee back.
>The ETF agents will arrive on Hour 4.

>I, Future, learn from the Master. C can tag along if she feels like it.
Now that's all situated, you check up on the work order you assigned to Isabelle. Seems like she already started while you weren't looking. C's a no show.

Employee I grips the blessed sword's hilt as tightly as she can, protected in her own knightly armor.
The knight stands before her. A bulwark of faith.
ANOMALY: Know that I will not hold back, child. I do not wish any harm but I must not be soft.
I: Trust me. I want you to be as bad as you were when you damn near blinded me.
The knight keeps his composure at being reminded of his past.
ANOMALY: Of course. May we bond as servants of the Lord.
The two move shockingly quick despite the armor weighing them down. The two swords slam against each other.
CLANG!
Employee I goes on the offensive. She keeps her attacks constant to allow her a moment to close the distance.
The knight parries most of the blows with ease as he backpedals to keep his distance.
Employee I huffs and puffs. The knight is nowhere near exhausted, however.
ANOMALY: Keep your guard up. There can be no distractions.
His left arm reaches out in a flash to grab a hold onto Employee I's sword in order to disarm her.
Employee I barks an incomprehensible scream.
This startles the knight, who freezes at the sudden sound.
Employee I's sword smashes down on the arm he was reaching out. A bone snaps from the sudden hit.
ANOMALY: GUH!
The knight nevertheless reaches his damaged arm out to grab Employee I's hand.
The two enter a fierce struggle over the sword.
It's a short one, however. Even with the broken arm, the knight easily rips the blade out of the woman's hands.
Employee I stumbles over to a wall to lean against it.
ANOMALY: A good attempt. However, your strikes were wild. Aiming to kill than to disable.
ANOMALY: You left yourself open.
I: Damnit. I thought psyching you out would've helped.
ANOMALY: I...it did scare me, admittedly. You can not expect that to work on someone trained, however.
I: Yeah, yeah. Sorry for breaking your arm or whatever.
The knight chuckles. He plants his sword into the ground before grabbing a hold of his broken arm.
With a push and a shove, you hear a satisfying click.
ANOMALY: It was no issue. Now, take a break and start again.
The second duel didn't last nearly as long as the first one.
Employee I taps out very quickly and exits the containment cell.
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>Null, Bond Siro, ask about her Father
Null shakes her head at the request, muttering something incoherent to herself, but moves to the containment cell without further question.

It's oddly quiet in the cell. The only noise heard is sand scrapping against metal.
The bandaged agent pulls out a small piece of rock candy from her pocket.
ETF-O: Sirocco? Are you here, honey?
The storm stops dead at the sound of the woman's voice.
ANOMALY: Oh! Oh, yeah, fine fine. Totally fine.
Null makes a worried 'hm' before sitting down on the floor.
ETF-O: I would like to talk to you, if that's okay.
ETF-O: I've heard that you had a father, correct? What was he like?
The storm sighs. Not out of discomfort but of relief.
ANOMALY: Oh, dad? It's been so long since I've seen him, ehehe.
ANOMALY: He didn't really like me leaving the house. He didn't think it was safe.
ETF-O: How so? I can't claim the outside is great but I want to hear why.
ANOMALY: I dunno.
ANOMALY: He was so scared when he couldn't see me, even for a second.
ANOMALY: I don't know why. He was always like that after...
ETF-O: After what, sweetheart?
The agent tosses the candy over to the storm. It quickly gets devoured.
ANOMALY: ...after that storm. It was so cool, you know? I wanted to see it.
ETF-O: Curiosity, huh? You probably wondered what all of the noise was, right?
ANOMALY: Yeah! It was cool and swirled and sandy and cool!
ANOMALY: I just went out to play! That's all I wanted to do!
Do not leave until the storm has fully cleared. No search parties will be sent if you get lost.
ANOMALY: Then they cooped me up as soon as they found me! No games, no more outside, it sucked!
ETF-O: Dear. I'm not sure how to say this but...
ETF-O: Maybe there's a reason why they didn't want you out there.
ETF-O: I know you're young but you have to understand. He only wanted what was best for you, didn't he?
ANOMALY: I...
The storm goes quiet and stops dead in its tracks.
ANOMALY: I just wanted a normal life. I wanted to play with kids my age. He kept me inside no matter what.
ANOMALY: Day? No. Night? No. Warm? No. Cold? No.
ANOMALY: Was it wrong of me to just want a moment of fresh air? To grow up?
ANOMALY: But I'm trapped again. The door won't open, no matter how much I try.
The storm picks back up but doesn't speak any further.
ETF-O: I'm...sorry about your circumstances, Siro. I know that this isn't the best for you.
ETF-O: Don't take this as condescension or babying you but we truly want what's best for you.
ETF-O: Each person here is trapped in their own way. I am trapped myself, in my own way.
ETF-O: All you can do is keep moving forward. Keep hoping for something better.
ANOMALY: Thanks for...listening to me, at least, miss.
ETF-O: Of course. I'm always here to talk.
Null gets up and exits the containment cell.
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>Gamma, Bond Star, negotiate 3-4 more vials, in exchange for the additional opportunity for a no-holds barred prank on the upcoming R Company Task Force. If yes, feel free to let her entertain next hour.

Alright, hopefully you're not making a big mistake with the offer you told Gamma to give. He puts out his cigarette before heading over.

The show will begin very shortly.
ETF-γ grumbles under his breath at what he's asked to do.
γ: Hey, starlight! I got a little deal for you!
You lose connection to the camera feed for a second.
Once it turns back on, the magician is right up in the agent's face.
ANOMALY: Oooohhh, a deal, huh? You think you're clever? I know what you're going to ask.
ANOMALY: Moooooore stardust, eh? Do I look like a stardust sl-
ETF-γ puts a finger up to the star creature's mouth.
γ: Look. I got a very great offer for you, nightlight, and I'm not going to say it twice.
γ: We got these shooters, real bang bang folks, real country cowboys coming over.
ANOMALY: I fail to see how t-
γ: Shut up, I'm not finished.
γ: You get to prank these cowboys fucks with no restrictions. No bars held.
γ: Just for a few vials of that stardust. Is that alright?
The room is silent as the anomaly processes the deal.
ANOMALY: No-holds barred. This coming from the boss himself?
γ: Ye-
THe magician grabs the man's hands and violently shakes them. An unsettling laugh echoes through the cell.
ANOMALY: Oh boy, you don't know what you're letting me do. Deal accepted.
They say that magic always has a price, whether fake or real. Do you dare pay?
ETF-γ gulps. He pulls his hands away and places one on her shoulder.
γ: I do want to make something very clear before we sign any oaths or whatever.
The magician chuckles.
ANOMALY: Alright, alright. What is it?
γ: I don't want you messing up our fighting force. If you promise to me to only prank the Rangers?
γ: I'll give you a blank check to do whatever weird bullshit you want to me. I'll take the brunt of it.
ANOMALY: Awww. Don't you trust me? Your hesitation says a lot~!
γ: It's either that or you can't perform with the others. Got it?
The magician hem and haws at the restriction.
ANOMALY: Fiiiine. I guess I'll accept that, you bore.
γ: Great. Now that we got that situated, we can make some arrangements for that 'show' you want.
γ: First, though, stardust?
ANOMALY: Yeah, yeah. Milking me dry with all of these requests lately.
ANOMALY: I am the most excellent performer of this facility, so I can understand.
The ETF agent mutters.
γ: hope we're not playing with a monkey's paw here.
The two idly chit chat with each other as the three vials brought get filled up.
The conversation goes over pleasantly, leaving the anomaly in a good mood as γ exits.

Now, how to hold up your end of the bargain...
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>Kor, Bond with Shot and the Meatmen, Q, prevent him from getting seriously maimed or killed.
Kor mutters about the drone he actually wants to talk to but otherwise tolerates the department head's presence. A few of the meat men follow them into the containment cell.

Q instantly tries grabbing Kor when it sees the looks in his eye but it's too late.
Kor rushes up towards the meatball and slugs his fist deep into the ball's flesh.
Kor: THIS IS FUCKING PAYBACK FOR THE TENDRIL, YOU DICK.
This, naturally, leads to him being held up at gunpoint by the meatmen.
MEAT: DON'T MOVE OR WE'LL SHOOT!
Q raises his hands up, trying his best to defuse the already tense situation.
Q: Violence is not necessary today. We were here simply to chat.
The meat men don't back down but the anomaly itself begins cackling at the display.
ANOMALY: Damn. You got some guts. I can't even blame him.
ANOMALY: I would've done it too. Let him be, he's one of us after all.
The meat men lower their guns and step away, still keeping them locked and loaded in case it happens again.
ANOMALY: So, what the hell do you want? I'm trying to prepare something here.
Kor almost seems angrier at the fact the ball didn't do anything to him.
Kor: Look. I'm not a buddy buddy kind of dude. I wanna know, though.
Kor: The hell is up with this meat?
Kor kneels down and grabs some loose, barely connected meat off the floor.
Kor: I've smelled this, I've licked the air around it. But I don't know what the fuck this is.
ANOMALY: It's meat. You never seen meat before, imbecile?
Kor: No, no, I use meat on a daily basis. It's easier than harvesting from cottonworms.
Kor: What the FUCK kind of meat is this?
Q: Current byproduct of Last Shot has been identified as 35% regular human meat and 10% Drone meat by Lily.
ANOMALY: Correcto. It's real human meat. It comes out of me, ergo I am a perfect human. Unlike whatever you are.
Kor squints.
Kor: Are you talking ab-
ANOMALY: Drones, smores, I know what those freaks are. Yellow blooded freaks...whenever they actually bleed.
ANOMALY: I never liked your types, ya know?
Q: Your personal opinion does not impact the functionality of the facility. I am the proper head for this role.
ANOMALY: Yeah, yeah. You do your job well enough, I guess. Must've warranted that fancy chip.
ANOMALY: I was supposed to have a chip too before that BITCH installed it in that bug meat infested cunt.
Q: Do you remember his name?
Kor: Lemme guess. It's some old fuck we don't know anything about.
ANOMALY: ...Huh. Can't actually remember it now. I think it started with an A?
What little conversation goes on after that draws nothing but dead air. The two employees leave.

Well, you're glad Kor didn't get shot up, at least.
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>P, AK, N&Q Velvet, then inquire what that was all about, G2 will listen in. If it won’t overwhelm Velvet, dispose of another bag.
Hoo boy. You rather not have a containment breach for one of your most dangerous anomalies so far. The two (with the bag) enter, with the shrink keeping his ear close to the door.

The camera feed's still out. You can barely make out crying over the roaring crackling of a huge fire.
P: Who the fuck is that?
AK: Hey! Unidentified personnel should not be in this room!
A man's voice you don't recognize shouts over the crackling fire.
???: Do you understand what you did? What you fucking ruined?
ANOMALY: pleasepleasepleaseididntdoititwasthebutlerhebroughthebag
???: Oh, yeah, good excuse. You think I'm a fucking idiot, you whore?
P: Hey! Shut the fuck up! You don't get to talk to her like that!
AK: Sir! Identify yourself!

What the fuck is going on here? You quickly turn on N&Q to hopefully calm down the anomaly and to knock out this unknown figure.

P: Shit, music. Put the earplugs in.
AK: Right.
Footsteps approach closer and closer to where you think your two employees are.
???: You don't know what this bitch has done to me, don't you?
???: She's a fucking murderer! All of these god damn bourgeoisi-
Something heavy slams into the unidentified man, sending him to the ground.
The distinctive sounds of an android's footsteps rush over to keep the man down.
???: I WILL NOT BE RESTRAINED! UNHAND ME!
ANOMALY: nononowhynowwhyn-
The anomaly suddenly snaps out of muttering as the music worms into its ears.
ANOMALY: Guards! Guards, deal with him, now!
P: Of course, m'lady.
AK: Fucking hell. Alright, sir, you're coming with us.
???: NO! FUCK OFF!
A struggle commences as the fire's crackling slows down. The feed is starting to recover as the temperature lowers.
It's still blurry but you can make out Employee P holding someone by the shoulders.
Perhaps it's a camera error but the man disappears the moment the feed fully recovers. Employee P and Agent K are in utter bafflement.
P: What the fuck was that?
AK: I have no clue. Some sort of anomaly echo thing?
The velvet-clad woman approaches them. Not a single bit of fire is on her body, only charred flesh.
She's a lot calmer than she was before. Happy, almost.
ANOMALY: Thank you for your service. Please evacuate the premises. I shall clean up the mess.
P: Wait, we have something to ask of you. What was that?
P: That dude was an asshole. Not like me, of course. Wink wink.
ANOMALY: ...It is none of your business, guard. Evacuate this room. Now.
P: Fine, fine, fine.
AK: Shit. Guess we couldn't ask her more. Maybe that shrink will clear something up.
The two leave before the anomaly gets testy. The bag they left behind is already kindling.

"What was that?" The shrink doesn't even really have an identifiable emotion beyond confusion. Agent K and Employee P shrug in unison.

Honestly, this might be more interesting than what you wanted to actually learn.
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>Q2, Nurture Fortune, ask it a horoscope/question of your choice
The new Drone breaks away from an INCREDIBLY thrilling conversation about taxes and energy production it had with Q. It strolls confidently to the holding cell.

Employee Q2 enters the cell and immediately looks around the room.
Q2: LOW REINFORCEMENT. LOW RISK. SAFE CLASSIFCATION.
Q2: SIMPLE TO UNDERSTAND. ACCEPTABLE FIRST TASK.
My own destiny shall be foretold soon. All must come to an end.
The drone approaches the machine. It hardly even looks at the anomaly.
Q2: MACHINE. YOUR PURPOSE WILL BE FULFILLED.
Q2: INQUIRY HAS BEEN REQUESTED. DO YOU ACCEPT?
It is my purpose. All should be satisfied with what Fate deems as your purpose.
The machine shakes for a moment before suddenly stopping.
Q2: ADEQUATE RESPONSE.
The drone goes through the same motions you've seen before. Coin and a slip of paper.
Q2: FACILITY REQUIRES MORE ENERGY. FACILITY REQUIRES MORE COMBATANTS. FACILITY REQUIRES MORE COMPETENCE. FACILITY REQUIRES MORE SUPPLIES.
Q2: INQUIRY: HOW TO OBTAIN AT LEAST TWO OF THOSE ASSETS?
A coin and slip of paper drop into a slot. The manager pushes a button before stepping back.
He crosses his arms and waits for the machine to do its business.
The machine starts up, shaking and grinding against the ground.
Employee Q2 stomps his foot to the rhythm of the machine's work.
His bizarre half-face is twisted into a mockery of a smile.
The machine spits out a slip of paper. It flutters over to the manager, who easily catches it.
ANOMALY: "Blood. Metal. Electricity. Light. Smog."
ANOMALY: "Sacrifice two of these elements to me and you shall be granted a boon."
ANOMALY: "Lucky Number: 0"
Q2: COMPETENT QUALITY. COMPETENT TYPEFACE. COMPETENT JOB.
Q2: ACCEPTABLE WORK.
Another piece of paper spits out of the machine and lands at the drone's feet.
ANOMALY: "Competent. Someone who has fully accepted his role in this City. You're the only one with any freedom here."
ANOMALY: "Embrace this freedom."
Employee Q2 puts the two slips of paper into his pocket and swiftly exits the containment cell.

Well, you got a decent idea on what "blood" and "metal" might entail but the rest evade you.
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>V, Lily, Flesh, break out the high quality meat from O, begin Harvesting RBA, and prepare a meal for our guest. Save the skeleton and skull, they are exempt from the meal.

Cooking time! With the assistance of five (or six? hard to tell) D-Class, Vincent and Lily drag the corpse over to the chef's containment cell. Once the job is done, the D-Class are tard wrangled away.

The Art of Flesh is startled at the new kind of meat being offered.
ANOMALY: Unusual. Exotic.
L: Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're here to harvest. Mind helping?
V: Sharpen the knife. Slice the flesh.
The Art of Flesh steps towards the former anomaly's corpse.
Is this time for my magnum opus to be made? It is time to savor this next meal.
ANOMALY: Let's not wait any longer.
The chef's arm transforms into a blade. The harvesting with the others begin.
Employee L focuses on pulling out any contaminants and unpleasant hunks of bone.
Employee V assists Art in finding the prime cuts of the corpse.
ANOMALY: How long until the meal needs to be done?
L: Hm? She'll probably get antsy in a few hours, why?
The chef's body relaxes. Once robotic movements smooth out and become more life-like.
When the chef speaks, the voice sounds much younger. Calmer. Relaxed.
ANOMALY: The meal will be finished when it is done.
ANOMALY: Until then, simply enjoy the process. Let your worries fade away. Bene needs to chill.
Employee L and V mutter to each other about the sudden change but decide to play along.
L: So, what's the perfect kind of steak for you? Raw? Rare? Well done?
V: Well-done is for sinners and dads.
ANOMALY: It depends what you are looking for. Medium-rare is a perfect starting point.
ANOMALY: Cooked enough to have a seared texture but still has a lot of juice.
V: Medium would be more preferred.
L: Honestly, raw's better. Nothing's better than something nice and smooth down in your gullet.
V: Not the first time you've done it raw?
The anomaly chuckles but quickly regains his composure. Employee L's more annoyed than anything else.
The extraction goes smoothly. Jokes are thrown around, usable meat is stripped from the bones, and the rest is poured into a bucket.
Despite having to throw away a good chunk of meat, there is still more than enough for a full course meal.
Once all is stripped down and harvested, the anomaly snaps back into a formal and rigid position.
ANOMALY: Vincent. I request that you assist in cooking. Lily. You are dismissed.
Employee V nods and sits with the chef as they begin to cook the biggest meal yet.
Both meat from a TRUE BLOODED AMERICAN and from O-Corp are mixed together.
Employee L drags the bones and skull, alongside several buckets of extract, out of the containment cell.

You're not sure how to respond to that sudden personality shift but you're more impressed in them deboning and harvesting that much meat. Gotta give them props. What to do with the bones, however...
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>S2, Bond Sense, sell the opportunity to participate in beating the shit outta the R Company Task Force.
You hate him but he is a salesman. It takes a while for him to respond to the call because he was...digging through garbage. He speeds over to the cell when he finally reads your order. Alpha grumbles as he cleans the trash trail the robot left behind.

The screen is the alter. Time and attention, better than lamb's blood.
Employee S2 turns the TV on by twisting the dial until static flickers in.
Employee S2 kneels down at the table and picks up the phone.
S2: [[Hide]]! I WOULD LIKE TO [[Contact anywhere, anytime]]!
The static takes a moment to condense into a readable image.
A salaryman sitting at a desk. His suit is covered in soot and ash. The fires licking at his cubicle's walls explain where it came from.
He picks up his own phone. A click comes from the landline S2 is holding.
ANOMALY: "Have you or a loved one recently been a victim of a fire?"
ANOMALY: "Doesn't matter, does it? We'll help you win the c-"
S2: SEEMS LIKE YOU HAVE TOO MANY EXCESS VACATION DAYS
S2: I HAVE A JOB. FOR A [[CRT]]. IN [[Your General Location]]!
S2: LOOKING FOR A [Irresistible Deals] THAT WILL [Blow Your Mind!?]
The salaryman is flummoxed at being interrupted so suddenly. He takes a moment to regain his composure.
ANOMALY: "I suppose we got a client during one of our shoots. What do you want?"
ANOMALY: "We offer low, low prices for any cases you want fixed."
S2: [[Silly Goose]]! I'M THE ONE OFFERING [[Great Value]]!
S2: [All you see is violence in movies and sex on TV], BUT ISN'T IT BETTER IN THE [flesh]?
A forced grin cracks across the salaryman's face, showing his ash-black teeth.
The fire only grows brighter.
ANOMALY: "What are you suggesting, sir?"
S2: TRY A [All You Can Eat Buffet] DOWN AT OUR FACILITY. FRESH [YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE] MEAT RIPPED FOR THE TAKING
S2: ALL WE CAN IS A LITTLE [Audience Participation]!
The man on the screen drops his phone. He opens his mouth, showing nothing but a black void.
Canned, pre-recorded laughter blares over the phone. It's even more fake than usual canned laughter.
Employee S2 joins in on the laughter. And laughs. And laughs. He doesn't stop laughing.
He falls to the ground and rolls around. Laughing and laughing and laughing with the television.
Recorded in front of a dead studio audience.
The laughter only gets louder. The salaryman violently convulses as static floods the screen.
ANOMALY: "HAHAAHAHAHAAHAHA! NO TAKEBACKS!"
The television instantly turns off. The only sign that it was ever on was a faint waft of smoke pouring out of it.
This snaps Employee S2 out of his laughing fit. He adjusts the shades on his face before getting up.
S2: I.
S2: ???
Employee S2 leaves.

Okay, you're not sure whether to regret what you just did or not.
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The Work Order for A Hope for a Brighter Future is completed.
The Work Result was good
Abstraction Energy Count: +6/∞
Employee Morale: Tired
Current Anomaly Mood: Resting
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
Employee I - Duelist Novice (FOR+. Grows stronger the more duels are done.)
Working Notes - I
-Damn. He's a lot stronger than I thought he was. Guess I underestimated him.
-That was a nice workout. I feel good. Stronger. Feistier.
-I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up with R-Corp arrives.

The Work Order for Sirocco is completed.
The Work Result was good
Abstraction Energy Count: +5 (6/15)
Employee Morale: Satisfied
Current Anomaly Mood: Reminiscing
Working Notes - Null
-Might be going in the right direction for one.
-The freedom she wants is different from the red skinned demon. She wants the freedom to have a normal life.
-I can understand that. In this city, with these companies, a quiet life is hard to find.

The Work Order for Star of the Century is completed.
The Work Result was good
Abstraction Energy Count: +5 (7/20)
Employee Morale: Confident
Current Anomaly Mood: Prepared
Working Notes - Gamma
-Yeah, this is going to be a fucking clown fiesta. What's next, you're calling in X-Corp?
-You got the vials, at least. If we had the book this might've been worth it.
-And I thought telemarketing was bad enough over the phone. Lot harder in person.

Extracted
-3 Stardust Vials

The Work Order for Til the Last Shot is completed.
The Work Result was neutral.
Abstraction Energy Count: +6/∞
Employee Morale:
Kor: Neutral
Q: Neutral
Current Anomaly Mood: Amused
Working Notes - Kor
-I wasn't really thinking there, to be honest. I just wanted that fucker to hurt.
-Maybe his mind was somewhere else. Maybe that's why he didn't gut me.

Working Notes - Q
-I would not assign Kor to this anomaly again. He is not a suitable personality fit.

The Work Order for Fire on the Velvet Horizon is completed.
The Work Result was neutral.
Abstraction Energy Count: +5 (8/15. Not raised thanks to N&Q)
Employee Morale: Confused
Current Anomaly Mood: Snuffed Out
Working Notes - P
-Some dude with a bandana and a torn up shirt was harassing this chick. The hell is that about?
-That boring music kept the hoochi mama calm. Would've been worried otherwise.
-Sorry for not asking her more. Kinda hard when some random dude was in here.

Working Notes - Agent K
-Sub-entity? Hallucinations? Related anomaly? I have no clue.
-She didn't even notice the bag she set on fire. Guess the commotion distracted her.
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The Work Order for Fortune for a Price is completed.
The Work Result was neutral.
Abstraction Energy Count: +4/???
Employee Morale: Impartial
Current Anomaly Mood: ???
Employee Trait(s) Revealed
Employee Q2 - Practical (Appease+, Nurture+, Subdue+, Energy Collection+)
Working Notes - Q2
-BLOOD IS EASY TO GET. WE HAVE SO MUCH HERE.
-METAL? ANDROIDS. DO NOT SEND IN ONE YOU WILL MISS UNTIL YOU PICK ANOTHER SACRIFICE.
-JOB DONE. READY FOR FUTURE ORDERS.

The Work Order for The Art of Flesh is completed.
The Work Result was good.
Abstraction Energy Count: +7/???
Employee Morale:
Employee V - Glad to help
Employee L - Neutral
Current Anomaly Mood: Stress-free
Working Notes - L
-Damn. When did he finally loosen up? I don't mind but it's very weird.
-I got a LOT of fucking buckets. Good luck storing through all of them, they reek of man.

Working Notes - V
-I will be unavailable until the cooking is done. Thank you for your patience.

Extracted
-Twelve buckets of RBA meat. Inedible but still useful as extracts.
-Three to four bullets. Squashed and rendered unusable for actual firing. Soaked in the fresh blood of a soldier.
-A skull and a bucket filled with random bones. Even his bones hold the spirit of a true patriot
-A Demon's Tooth (A torn fang from the anomaly's corpse. +2 FORCE, counts as armor.)

The Work Order for Chattering Lack of Common Sense is completed.
The Work Result was bad.
Abstraction Energy Count: -3/???
Employee Morale: Worried
Current Anomaly Mood: HAHAHAHAHAHA
Working Notes - S2
-THIS WASN'T A GREAT DEAL. NOT EVEN A [[Excellent Value]] DEAL. I SMELL [[Fire, Fire, Baby!]]
-SOMETHING'S COMING. I CAN FEEL IT IN MY [[GUTS]]! MY [[GUTS]] ARE [[Oh god! STOP! HELP ME! IT BURNS!]]
-Smells like fear and sin.
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Hour 3, Shift 8
QUOTA: 0/51 C-Extract Refined
Optional QUOTA: 4.5/3 Stardust Vials
A-Energy: 89 units, 5/hour
ICP: 0
C-Extract: 3

SPONSORSHIPS:
>U-Company: Perform two Crosstests and let your Inspector tinker with two of your PARADIGMS. 1 shift left, 0/2 Crosstests done. Available PARADIGMS: TAS, AFYN
>Q-Company: Cope with an increased quota of 11 more C-Extract. 1 shift left.
>R-Company: Prepare and repel the incoming Invasion from R-Corp. ETA: 2 hours left?
>H-Company: Burn the bags. 3 remaining.
>F-Company: Give the Harvester a lovely dining experience.

INTERACTIONS [1 Hour Each]:

LIVING
>Anomalies: A Hope for a Brighter Future, Sirocco, Star of the Century, Til the Last Shot, Fire on the Velvet Horizon
>Assign Employee (What work type? Any specific instructions? To which anomaly? etc etc)

INANIMATE
>Anomalies: Fortune for a Price, The Art of Flesh, Chattering Lack of Common Sense
>Assign Employee (Same as Living)

MISC
>Facility: REFINEMENT ROOM, Explore the Fourth Floor (Unknown. Felix said to "be quiet" on it.), Unleash the Beast (4 A-Energy to activate)
>S-4M: Anomaly Analyzation (Notes for Future next post), Control Spike (what do?)
>C-ORA: Search Protocol (What do you want to find?)
>Assign Employee (To do what? Any specific instructions?)

EQUIPMENT
Weapons:
>Riot Clubs/Combat Knives (Assigned to ETF, grants +1 FORCE dice and a reroll per encounter)
>Late Night Cane (Physical Protection+, +1 FORCE dice, longer reach than most melee weapons. Unassigned.)
>Surplus Knife and Surplus Club (May add +1 to two FORCE dice. Unassigned.)
>BLESSED BLADE (+2 FORCE dice, deals Stamina damage to non-religious employees who attempt to wield it. Assigned to AK)
>Stun Baton (+1 FORCE dice, weakens an opponent on a success. Assigned to J, F, and I. Leftover: 3)
>9mm Pistol (+2 FORCE dice, ranged, Current Count: 2. 1/8 AMMO in Zero's, 5/8 in Monifa's)

Armor:
>ARMOR OF THE FATHER (Physical Protection++, may block some attacks, FORCE-. Unassigned)
>Stab Resistant Vest (Physical Protection+, assigned to Security Officers, two left over.)
>Weather Resistant Protective Gear (resists sand, rain, and mild heat. Assigned to whoever works on Sirocco)
>Gas Masks (Protects against gas and airborne contaminants Current count: 8.)
>Champion Belt (+1 FORCE dice, raises morale and lowers morale loss, hardly takes up equipment space. Unassigned)
>Security Helmet (Has a chance of blocking weak attacks. Current count: 4.)

(More will be recorded in the Pastebin)

PARADIGMs
>Stats are recorded in the "Equipment" section of the Pastebin

CONSOLE COMMANDS
>View cameras in which rooms? (Write in)
>Broadcast an announcement over the intercom system (Write in)
>Manage Employee roster and Departments. (Write in)
>Edit anomaly dossiers and logs (Write in)
>Message an Employee PDA. (Write in)
>Call an Employee in (Who?)
>Contact a Company via Fax (Who? About what? QM will tell you how much it'll cost.)
>Leave the office.
>End the workday (Enters Downtime/Upgrade phase)
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>>5243107
Whoops, forgot to add the infinity symbols. Oh well.

Regardless, thread is archived, gonna tweak the pastebin some and I'm calling it a day. Hopefully I'll update a bit more often from hereon.
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>>5243107
Whoops, forgot to add the infinity symbols. Oh well.

Regardless, thread is archived, gonna tweak the pastebin some and I'm calling it a day. Hopefully I'll update a bit more often from hereon. And the G2 analysis

Working Notes - G2
-Bourgeoisie? That's a very forbidden term, clearly a rebel of some sorts. Low class upbringing.
-The man and the woman have a past relationship. Not husband and wife, not lovers. Something more platonic, if it was ever good.
-Guilt soaks that woman's bones. She only calmed down once the source of her guilt was gone.
-She has a reputation to uphold. I would be careful to not accidently "dishonor" her.
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>>5243009
>ANOMALY: But I'm trapped again. The door won't open, no matter how much I try.
hmm. I see two paths forward for her: mature, and accept her containment. Or be freed, and stay a child.
SEEK SHELTER / STORM CHASER, if you will.

>ANOMALY: Oh boy, you don't know what you're letting me do. Deal accepted.
What have you done.

>ANOMALY: I would've done it too. Let him be, he's one of us after all.
That's a bad sign. We ought to have medical give him a good look.

>???: She's a fucking murderer! All of these god damn bourgeoisi-
...Not the husband?
Maybe she was married to a yakuza or something instead of nobility?

>My own destiny shall be foretold soon. All must come to an end.
Aw hell.

>ANOMALY: "HAHAAHAHAHAAHAHA! NO TAKEBACKS!"
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!

>Okay, you're not sure whether to regret what you just did or not.
We're going to have to keep the Emergency Option in hand so we can contain the now THREE separate anomalies we're going to have running through the halls.

>She wants the freedom to have a normal life.
I don't know how to offer that to her. She is too dangerous to let out, and we can't bring "normal" to her.

>-I would not assign Kor to this anomaly again. He is not a suitable personality fit.
Noted.

>Current Anomaly Mood: HAHAHAHAHAHA
Oh God, this is going to go so incredibly wrong.
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>>5243109
>(note to self, need better sleeping schedule)
I know that feel. Best of luck.

LIVING:
>Future:
>Sirocco:
>Star: Showtime with the Rangers. Audience is to be limited to 15 employees; no medical staff nor (whoever fixed P's hypnosis (U?))
Let's get this out of the way before R-corp comes knocking. Audience limits are to reduce the risk of massive mind control, and hopefully allow them to be quickly screened and fixed afterwards.
>Shot:
>Velvet: rest hour
she's already halfway to cap, and we've got plenty of other things on our plate.

INANIMATE:
>Fortune:
>Flesh: busy, no orders needed.
>Sense:

MISC:
>Pray that our choices last hour won't come back to bite us too badly.
>Have Kor looked over by medical.
Make sure they are aware of what happened to him, and the subsequent oddities.
>Update M that less-than-lethal is very much off the table, and of the 'deals' made with Star and Sense.
If this didn't already happen in the background. She ought to be relieved about not having the extra complications it brings, and horrified about what we're allowing to happen.
>Check for interactions between American Spirit and RBA's bones/skull
>check bullets for anomalous effects and possible interactions with American Spirit
>See if B, D, K, L, D-W01FY, or anyone else has any idea/interest in turning RBA's bones/skull into something useful (weapons? armor? utility items?).


Re: bulking up our security: If the influx of new blood isn't enough, I'm thinking we should try our luck with the Dial-A-Droid system. I'm thinking stuff like SOLDIER, DEFENDER, or MAN OF STEEL. Any other ideas? We can order multiple, so it'd be worth picking up a few.

This is all I got for now. Anons can flesh this out, and/or I'll give it another crack later.
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>>5243109
Living
>U, K, Nurture Future
>S, Bond with Siro, try to get some vials from her
>Star, Entertain the Audience with the Rangers
>Beta, Bond Shot, inquire into his past, how did he get to his current position?
>R, H, Bond Velvet, distract her from the burning bags.
Maybe we should eventually send S in to extract some material from Velvet later on? Nothing harmful.
Inanimate
>Zero, Q2, Observe Fortune, investigate and contemplate on his ‘sacrificial elements’
>V, Flesh, feel free to continue cooking.
>Admin, Subdue Sense. Lay down the law, you are the director here, and if Sense goes off script or gets one of our employees killed, you will personally set this box on fire (allude to Velvet helping), or worse… keep the TV outta the spotlight. Equip AFYN, Late Night Cane, and Late Night Talk Show Cologne.
Misc
>Set up RBA’s skeletal remains in the Admin’s Office, and the bullets caked in blood in a glass case.
>Update Velvet’s Security Procedures: She cares about her reputation, so be careful and respectful unless stated otherwise. Do not accidentally dishonor her.
>B, what’s the operational status of the broken Warden in storage?
>Call to buy Priority Safeguard and other items.
I’m thinking another Weapons Bundle, a magazine or two, and maybe another K-9 Unit. Either way, I think buying Priority Safeguard now is a wise precaution.

>>5243351
I fundamentally oppose turning RBA’s bones into items, and calling our agreements ‘deals’, just call them ‘updates’ to keep her prepared for the unexpected.

As for the Dial-A-Droid, I would support getting all three name droids, along with Femme Fatale, Fireman (bonus if it’s also a Fahrenheit 451 reference), 007, and another Warden if applicable. Maybe also buy a child friend/playmate for Siro as well?

>>5235248
Cat was bought on the 5th Shift for 1A, after the Misfits, G2, U, V, and the narcoleptic in the Third Thread. If you want to count employees numbers, be my guest.
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>>5243274
> WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!

Also don’t agree about the childish option being Storm Chaser.
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>>5243501
>S, Bond with Siro, try to get some vials from her
I'd suggest swapping S out, as she was busy all last night and today isn't looking any better.
>R, H, Bond Velvet, distract her from the burning bags.
I'm worried about R going into Velvet's blast furnace of a cell. We've only got the 1 bathrobe, and it doesn't exactly fit her. This is doubly concerning as Velvet is likely to want to pet R.

>Call to buy Priority Safeguard and other items.
I'm not jiving with this. Calling and ordering during the workday is notably more expensive than at end-of-day. We already ordered a gaggle of new ETF and have 3 Anomalies on tap, and we've got the Emergency Option in our pocket for if things go pear-shaped.


>I fundamentally oppose turning RBA’s bones into items
Why? I don't mind, but we already made use of his flesh.
Also it'd be nice to get some decent gear.
Unfortunately, RBA was massive and our office is tiny; even if we could squeeze his assembled skeleton in, it'd take up a ton of very limited space.

>and calling our agreements ‘deals’, just call them ‘updates’ to keep her prepared for the unexpected.
Again, I don't mind, but it seems like splitting hairs to me.
Especially as in either case, going back on our word is very likely to have severe negative consequences, formal agreement or not.

>As for the Dial-A-Droid
I'm not big on the Femme Fatale, but the others work. I'm a touch dubious about a dedicated 'friend' for Sirocco (mainly due to concerns about what they'll do when she is 'resolved'), but I'm not dead set against it; not sure what the keywork would be. CHILDHOOD FRIEND or PLAYMATE?


>>5243507
>spoiler
It's not a clean fit, no. But the symmetry of "stay in the same mental place or stay in the same physical place" was too good to not suggest.
What are your thoughts on either of her INSIGHTS?

Speaking of, holy cow, I hadn't looked at Star's info in a while, and D-corp did fantastic work, even laying out some great info on the INSIGHTS. I kinda wish we'd send Sirocco to them now, seeing as how opaque her INSIGHTS are to us.
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>>5243109
>Award the winner of the Tournament with the Champion Belt
>Play GREAT JOB tape
>Get the salt ready for Sense’s fiery proclivities.
We also have Neon Slashers electronic bits just in case.

We should also consider Cross-testing the TV and Star next hour as well.

>>5243572
I would like S and E to work eventually, L is a fine temporary replacement.

R has heat resistance, and the dog should calm down Velvet even more, leading to a cooler temperature. It should be fine. If you want, we could rub some salt into R’s fur if you think it’ll help.

>we've got the Emergency Option in our pocket for if things go pear-shaped.
One less armed Emergency Option every seven days is a disaster waiting to happen, upgrading the Emergency Option to being better armed and having the cooldown every three day is a significant improvement, especially with whatever Sense and Star is planning (mainly Sense, I trust Star and S2’s sales pitch worries me) in addition to the Ranger Task Force. I think the call is well worth the cost. Plus, more ammo would be incredibly useful.

>Why? I don't mind, but we already made use of his flesh.
Posterity.

>even if we could squeeze his assembled skeleton in, it'd take up a ton of very limited space.
I would still like it done. We can always just move it into the dorms instead, make it serve as a reminder of the dangers and an inspiration of what we can accomplish together.

>it seems like splitting hairs to me.
I agree, but calling them ‘deals’ is more likely to cause an outburst from M.

>I'm not dead set against it; not sure what the keywork would be. CHILDHOOD FRIEND or PLAYMATE?
I’m fine with both.

>Siro
I think it’s the opposite.
>Remember what the anomaly is. Both a kid and a storm. What do storm chasers do? What does it mean to seek shelter when a storm is coming?
I think it’s less about maturity and more about whether one should live their lives as they see fit or stay sheltered from hardship. Seems like a fair inference, right?

Speaking of, it might do us good to go through the information lists every now and then, there’s always something interesting that I may have forgotten or overlooked that I want to ask or check out.
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I kinda want to pass along the bullets to B and have him hammer them into shape or something, see if we can fit them into AFYN. Also worth studying as individual items.
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>>5244003
That's not how you bullet, anon.
Aside from the inherent impossibility of reforming bullets for modern firearms without precise molds (and even then only if they're solid slugs), we don't have access to gunpowder or primers, nor do we have the ability to clean, prep, and check the used brass.

And all that won't matter if AFYN uses a different ammo to our normal weapons. IIRC, it's some sort of magnum round.