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>>25320965
Roll rules:

Highest of first three rolls for things the character is skilled at doing.
Median of first three rolls for things the character is "capable" at.
Lowest of first three rolls for things the character is utterly shit at.

Cont post explained: If there is a post marked at the end with "cont" its becouse your QM is lazy, and can't type fast - or becouse he wants to give you the option to jump into the current events, or offer opinions, if none are offered he'll continue as normal

Disclamer in regards to Re:Spelling:] I suck at spelling big time, if anyone actually cares its due to the fact I suffer from Dysgraphia, its the primary reason I got into RP in the first place, trying to practice my spelling. Its not about "don't complain about it!" but rather: "If you've got the time and want to proof read it great! But lets not clog the thread with it, send it to my E-mail! (Yes I do use a spellchecker

>Appropriate music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_w4Xulsjo5I

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>>25320986
"Its still early, you think to yourself while pushing your face deeper into the pillow, the ships internal lighting had barely just begun the slow tinting into day-mode, rendering the local in a dark twilight.

You are resting in your bed, its a rather luxurious bed actually - its apparently foldable, you never quite got the hang of that however, luckily the thing was already assembled when you got there, a mighty curious thing, it had some manner of filling.. thing, its called a mattress you learned later, and bellow that springs! Springs, like the ones you'd see inside a ships engine room, but so much smaller!

Its a big change from where you used to sleep on the Rangers Talent - a simple hole in the wall that had been for storage but had its insides stripped bare by Uncle Eric to allow you space.

Frankly, this bed is probably the only redeemable thing about this whole trip! Soon you'd be forced into a landing craft and set to a planet!

"I mean really, why would anyone want to live in such an open space?" you mumble into the pillow, the whole idea of it have put you on edge.

You fully appreciate that this schola is where you've been heading all your life, its been the destination for as long as you can remember. You aren't voidborn neither - but you've only been to a planet two times (that you remember), and uncle Eric was there.

You know your suppose to be grown up now...

But it still left you uncomfortable, how would people react? Would they like you? What if there where only boys.. what would you do then?

Perhaps they don't have toilets on planets... What if they just pee, right there - in the open!?

Your shake your head, this is not getting you anywhere, you'd best get out of the bed, perhaps get breakfast? If you go early there should still be some yellow paste left(thinking about this manages to get your belly tightening - you really love the yellow paste)"

>Cont

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>>25321007
The ship should be arriving at the planet soon, you think to yourself while hoisting up on groggy arms, swinging into a sitting position, you'd been on enough trips to know that at least. There had never
been more then a day or so before they'd arrive at a system's planet after dropping out of the immaterium.

While Rubbing your eyes you notice a singular dataslate resting on the nearby bed-chest.(the only other things that where inside the little "room" - or rather the space between four wires and three blankets hung from them, they entire hangar had been outfitted similarly to house all the passengers)

where you left it yesterday and get a sinking feeling in your chest, that belongs in the Cognitator room, you had not had the time finish reading it, but if you where dropping out of the warp and soon landing, you'd better return it."

>What do we do?

>Get dressed, Turn in Dataslate
>Get dressed, Breakfast
>Try on the dress by Uncle Eric

>Other

>...blam

It's back! Emprah be praised!

>>Get dressed, Turn in Dataslate

>>25321031
>>Get dressed, Turn in Dataslate

>>25321111
Well, getting dressed is probably rather favorable you note to yourself, in typical transit fashon you had slept in a long darkened robe - you are not sure whats its orginal purpose where, but it was warm - and had this interesting filling inside it you never quite figured out. (the only downside was the way it smelled of engie grease but then again so this most thing on starships)

Soon you are however properly dressed, once again returned into wearing the typical blue overall you've grown accustoms to, its fairly new actually - you got it what? Three years ago, and you've even managed to grow into it enough to stop having to double fold the legs upwards not to trip. The large overall covers your entire body easily, from feet to neck - it was the way most people ombord dressed, aside from the passengers - but then again, even if some of the people you've seen around had really fancy clothing - you would assume they'd just ruin them down here.

>Cont

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>>25321334
Stretching your arms into the air you grab the nearby dataslate before heading out, you where right - it is early. Next to no-one is around, only a handfull lumbering shapes moving between the "rooms" in the holding bay, all the better you muse - traveling is more efficent with less people around after all.

While walking towards the holding bay doors you turn up the dataslate to view, "Internal ship manufacturing" - it had caught your attention some days before during a visit to the primary cognitator rooms.

Returning it was quite frankly the only right thing to do afterall - besides breakfast could wait.

The corridor was just starting to light up properly, casting a ever-increasing light over the dull and color worn metal of the corridor the air smelled curiously of burning metal - a sign that the ship was running hot, probably pushing itself to hard to stay to schedual, you hope that there won't be something blowing out again, you remember the time when the cooling system deactiavted on The Rangers Talent, you nearly all cooked alive untill the adepts managed to activate it again.

A simple press on the door controll panel makes it swing open, revealing the inside a large room - so large infact that you can't make out the other side, stashed in among large alchoves and effegies to the machine spirit sat the ships various cognitator outlets - you had accses only becouse you had managed to score a temporary jobb as a data-carrier, a humble work but it did net you some benifits - like accses to the dataslates.

While looking around you notice two things in particular, one cognitator is powered on.. but no-one is sitting at it, and that the data-slate turner-in-servitor-you-forgot-the-name-off have moved to seemingly sort out a series of books stacked in a corner.

>What do we do?

>Check powered cognitator
>Turn in dataslate
>Other

>>25321591
>Check powered cognitator

Childish curiosity it go!

>>25321591
We're too proper to go for the cogitator, methinks. We shall do our duty and turn in the dataslate, FOR THE EMPEROR!

>>25321591
>Turn in dataslate

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>>25321334
B-besides, who'd w-wants a p-pink dress! B-baka!

>>25321688
You peer longingly at the cognitator... but you remember the dataslate suddenly awkward in your hand.

A grown up would turn in the slate and walk away you muse, its the only right thing to do!

Turning around you walk across the spotless floor, (someone obviously have cleaned it recently) heading towards the large servitor - its multi-limbed bulk moving between the book stacks with surprising ease - it takes no heed about you until you stretch the slate towards it upon an arm shoots out to grab it easily, the thing didn't even turn to watch you!

Feeling a bit stumped, not even a "Thank you" you give the room another look, the cognitator is still powered, but your belly's empty.

What do we do?

>Check cognitator
>Breakfast
>Back to "chamber"
>Others

>>25321973
>Breakfast

>>25321973

Breakfast... Fuck the cognitator and servitor.

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>>25321996
You give the room one last look over, its time to move on - you'll miss rooms like this, always quiet stacked with knowledge... perhaps the Shola will have them as well?

You heard a distant crash while walking through the corridor, it was not loud enough to be the ships hull giving in so it did not bother you much as you walked through the ship internal corridors, passing every now-and-a-then a carved door, often depicting or so you where told - for indeed the ships doors where often rather dulled and worn some great battle by the Emperor.

You never knew much about him, he was a god of course that much you knew. Its to him everyone went when they died, you had heard story of how he lead humanity from some place called "Terra" - it was like heaven where everyone was happy Uncle Eric had told you.

You wish you where going there instead of this Schola.

Still, you continue the trip moving through the ships maze like structure mostly by hearth - its rare that you stop to look upon the corridor markings, its only been a few months but you knew the ship well enough already.

Besides, they where build rather logically if you took into account the ships structure, it was just like counting backwards and then adding in the compartment number.

Soon however, you are stepping inside the primary mess hall, its already somewhat bustling but there are enough empty seats, much to your surprise however moving between the tables with a cloth and sponge, is a familiar face - its the serf from yesterday, Johnatius.

>Grab food, find seat.
>Grab food, eat somewhere else.
>Greeting Johnatius
>Other

>>25322171
>Greeting Johnatius
Socializing Ho!

I expected her to know a bit more about the Emperor

>>25322588
Kids never been outside traveling onboard vessels, she's had no formal education.

>>25322171
You smile, walking towards the approaching figure of Johnatius the day in honor he's donned a similar overall to your own, a bit more form-fitting however(His arm also carries a white strip, giving him away as a "food" manager, the rank and title eluding you at the moment..) - raising a hand in the air you casually call out to him with a "Hello Johnatius, kitchen service again?"

The boy looks up from the tables he was scanning, confusing crowding his face for a moment before slowly breaking into a smile

"Mornin' back for more food?"

"Correct" - you state, nodding while looking past him quickly - there is a line forming over by the food dispensers.

>Go get food.
>Chat some more with Johnatius(Specify questions)
>Other

I probably wont get to participate much today, but I just wanted to tell you that I am still reading your quest all the same.

polite sage.

>>25322766
>Go get food.

We can talk to him while eating

>>25322766
>Go get food.

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>>25322797
You point towards the building queue and state to Johnatius "One moment, I'd best get food before they run out of yellow paste!"

He nods in agreement before you shuffle between the tables, in the large mess hall - its ever slowly filling up however, so you'd best hurry if you want a good seat.

Passing by two humming servitors collecting left-over plates you place yourself in the food queue, collecting your tray-plate from a fresh stack.

The entire process takes awhile, but at least you managed to get a few spoonfuls of the yellow paste!

Turning around to peer over the room you take it in for awhile - there is probably well over five hundred seats in here, and yet several of the large tables are already stacked full. Looking around to attempt and find Johnatius you turn up short however, he's nowhere to be found among the crowds pouring in.

>Look for him again (Roll for finding- average skill)
>Just take a seat, and nom nom
>Try and find someone sitting alone - your starving for company.
>Other
>Blam the food

>>25322771
B-but anon, if my only reader goes away ;_;

Rolled 11

>>25323024
Let's find our sortabutnotreally friend

>>25323024
>Look for him again (Roll for finding- average skill)

>B-but anon, if my only reader goes away ;_;
there's still at least two of us
>>25323062 and me

Rolled 56

>>25323024
forgot the roll

Rolled 4

>>25323024
rolling again if no one else wants to

>>25323134
T-thank you anon

Rolled 20

>>25323134
>>25323088
>>25323062
Well fuck

>>25323024
Yay Commissar Quest!
Also low is good right?

>>25323173
I doubt it

>>25323222
Defeatism is cowardice, guardsman. And you know my attitude towards cowards.

>>25323222
Its good in most 40K quests, since they like to derive from the rpgs.

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>>25323088
You decide to give it another go - Johnatius is after all the only reasonable person you've met so far, most of them seems to be like nikobar, big boring oafs.

A lumbering beast of a man rushes past you, and for a moment you loose vision of the crowd, however as soon as he passes you find yourself looking right at John(QM: I am shortening it, fuck it)

He raises a hand as he notice you, his sponge in his other, the cloth secured in his overall belt, smiling back, your hands preoccupied with the plate-tray you being heading over towards him.

Your belly grumbles, the entire room smells of the paste, and your hungry.. Still you do notice something peculiar while passing through the now rather crowded rooms, one table away from the two you are walking between - (dulled blue ones, with long benches that always seem to be to close to the table secured with bolts in the floor) if filled only with elderly men, usually your not one to notice such unnecessary things but its odd, most people eating around here are younger, from what you've gathered you are all destined for the schola in some way or another.

>>25323173
>>25323253
Indeed, you've got to roll "lower then your stats" *cough* Which I havent revealed yet.. Which we will do later tonight hopefully.

>>25323341
That was a >con btw

>>25323341
Well lets eat

>>25323341
Sit down near the kids our own age. John can look after himself, but we should identify which of our classmates are heretics before we get to the schola.

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>>25323341
Behind you the crowds are bustling, and the heat in the local is slowly raising heralding a more severe heat to come from the multitude of bodies in such a tiny space, could be worse of course, you could be in the lower-dining hall next to the gellar fields.

Its beside the point, soon the crew would shut the area down to avoid over crowding and reroute passengers to other dining areas, you are pleased about not being tardy - the secondary dining areas are usually cold, and lack tables...

With a shrug you step up to John, pointing with your head to one of the nearby empty stretches of table, "So, join me for a spell?" you state, matter-of-factly - "I'd appreciate the company" He appears a bit taken back, stays silent for a moment before shrugging "What the grik, can't hurt? I am just making sure the servitors didn't miss anything anyway for a few hours yet"

The two of you find an empty stretch of table and sit down, Johnatius (much to your surprise) simply steps right over the table! Ignoring the dirt mark he made in it while doing so, allowing him to sit down opposite you, raising an eyebrow at your expression he states: "So, ye be one of em headin' towards the Schola, right?"


>Answer John
>Ask him a counter question
>Ignore John
>Other


>>25323426
While scanning the room you notice a few kids that appears to be your age further down this table, and also behind you.(You could always go to them instead)

>>25323341
>QM: I am shortening it, fuck it)
Makes sense, since we are totes besties with him now. He may just be our aide when we become a Commissar.

>>25323570
Yeah. i'm going to serve the Emperor!

>>25323570
>>Ask him a counter question
Yeah, we are gonna be one of those kids. Either that or give him a cheeky answer.

>>25323570
"Yes. I am going to serve the Emperor and kill all the heretics." Stone cold.

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>>25323630
B-but anon, it takes so long to write

>>25323644
>>25323670
>>25323654

You turn to him, peering into his eyes for a moment - brown, not that large, Johnatius is about a head taller then you, his face is simple, angular - his ears are rather big...

Nothing of this however, bother you to much as you state, with a determined voice "I am going to serve the emperor!" even lifting your spork in the air to underline your proclamation, "Uncle Eric always told me that's what they do at the schola, besides all the elder's tell me only heretics are afraid of the place! And I am no heretic" - you add with an after taught.

"Why are -you- heading to the Schola Johnatius?"

"Eh, what kind'o question be that? I've not got e lot o' choice on the matter do I?"

"The emperor all gave us choice" - You retort, remembering the line out of a poster you saw once on a wall in the lower decks.

John goes red for a moment, clearly upset about your somewhat cheeky nature.

You take a sporkfull of food.

>Ask question
>Just eat for now
>Other

>>25323855
Eat until you think of a question

>>25323855
Guilty conscience much? We'll let him stew for now. Eat.

>>25323855
>Ask question

Ask him about his family.

>>25323888
>>25323896
You lower the spork into the food, taking the time to savor the yellow paste, "I wonder what kind of paste they have at the schola" you think to yourself while chewing on the somewhat liquid substance, hopefully they'll have yellow paste...

You take the time while eating to observe a nearby servitor work, ignoring the inquisitional stare your getting from John, he can wait - your enjoying your yellow paste.
The lumbering hulk of a machine appears to be slowly be moving down on of the rows, picking up trays and stray pieces of paste with equal efficiency - its almost hypnotic to see such a stoic singular purpose among the crowd of bustling people... It reminds you of something, but you can't quite place your finger on it.

>>25323920
Looking back at John you offer him a sheepish grin before changing the subject: "So, Johnatius - tell me about your family, you mentioned they where voidborn?"

"Eh?" He states, rubbing the top of his head as if thinking, "Aye, been livin' with me pa'n'ma I've got ah few brothers to, at least six - not sure if Trimol is actually my brother, but he might aswell be - loads o' cusins down in the power generator rooms as well, my grandda still kicki' to, best servitor repair man there ever was"

>Ask him one more question to follow up
>Change subject
>Let him ask you a question
>Nom on paste

>>25324058
Let him ask us a question. Gotta work on that backstory.

>>25324058
>Let him ask you a question

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>>25324058
You lean back in the chair slightly, poking the food slightly with your spork allowing a lull in the conversation - John picks up rather quickly and casually asks, while partially looking past you at one of the distant servitors - his attention temporary distracted.

"So, I never think I caught your name actually?"

You snap around to look at him, dead center.

>Give "real" name
>Give "FALSE" name
>Give random name
>Other
>Run away crying

>>25324236
Death glare.
"My name is Schulte."
If he looks like he might ask any more qustions, ratchet up the death glare.

>>25324236
Give real name.

>>25324236
Real name. We're besties with this guy.

>>25324365
>>25324276
He might tell people!

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>>25324259
>>25324276

You narrow your eyes at John, holding him in your glare for several seconds while slowly leaning forward and putting your spork aside.

"My name is Schulte"

There is a silence before he nearly goes "Schulte who?" but you but more focus into your stare, you've done this many times before, if those bastards of adepts at the record keeping could just fix the bloody thing already...

He winces slightly and quickly change the subject: "So, um, Schulte, tell me - what do you do on your spare time?"

>Hobby time! Pick a hobby, most voted for goes!

>>25324397
And our fame will grow!

>>25324236
We need a shortened version.

Uhhh... Ot?

>>25324407
Crocheting.

>>25324407
Sing opera

>>25324407
Singing.

>>25324407
"I read, when I can. Books have always been kind of rare, but sometimes my Uncle Eric would find me an engineering manual or something."

>>25324459
Seconding reading

>>25324439
Seconded

>>25324459
Reading is the most boring hobby, let's not go with it.

>>25324407
singing

>>25324407
Fantasy Scrumball.

>>25324507
I think we rolled thoughtful but emotionally distant for personality in the last thread. If there's an alternative to reading or opera (that's a bit silly for my tastes), I'm open to suggestions.

>>25324459
Voting for this.

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>>25324439
>>25324447
>>25324459
>>25324474
You shrug a bit, happy that he let go of the whole subject of your name.. its embarrassing enough without everyone knowing.

Still, after another spoonful of yellow goodness you look up at him, "Well, I read a lot - Uncle Eric always tended to give me a few slates when-ever he got the chance, but I was in the choir on The Rangers Talent.

Aunt Juliana went there, and would always bring me a-long, its fun I guess. You shrug a this.
"I've not had a lot of time for it while here however"

"Eh? Sini', well 'tis good as anythan I 'ope - personally I'm into scrumball, 'tis this fun o' game ye can play down at the dockin' area where gravity o'meters be lower"

"But, with 'bout family? Ye be mentionin' uncle eric? What 'bout ye dad?"

>Answer him
>Change subject
>Ask about Scrumball

>Not voting for lesbo sex, I am proud /tg/

>>25324530
Singing seems to be popular, and it's slightly out of character that makes in interesting. Reading would be just...bland.

>>25324687
Answer him, we need backstory!

We're too young right now for the pureness of lesbian love, we'll get there, don't you worry

>>25324703
>>25324530
The primary advanatge of being so young is that we can explore, or ignore this past "talent" of ours, but I do imagen singing to raise our troops moral would be pretty cool.

>>25324687
Scrumball, more like scumball! It sounds like a stupid game for boys anyway, not for proper children like yourself.

Let's not talk about our dad, it's still a painful subject to us. Ask instead about his daily routine.

>>25324687
>Answer him

"He's dead, mom is dead too, I was raised by my Uncle and Aunt." Don't really sound too sad about it, it happened a long time ago, we hardly knew them.

>>25324730
New goal acquired.

>>25324730
I'm okay with singing in choir, it's actually pretty neat! We can start doing that again with some SoB trainees when we arrive, it'll be good way to get new friends.

>>25324765
excellent

>>25324730
We could find some song books or whatever and read them and take interest

>>25324687
Emergency Nose-bleeds, back in a bit.

>>25324730
>>25324765
>>25324784

Yeah, I realize I was wrong about the reading.
>"But, with 'bout family? Ye be mentionin' uncle eric? What 'bout ye dad?"

>>25324759

This works for me.

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>>25324800
Something along these lines?

>>25324853
xactly

>>25324730
I imagine no one serving under us knows we can sing, they all believe us to be a quiet no nonsense officer, and one day they catch us singing opera leading to many awkward moments.

>>25324964
>one day they catch us singing opera dressed as the male lead leading to many awkward moments.

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>>25324838

>>25324853

An opera based on the adventures of the Red Redemption in Necromunda would be pretty cool, and would totally work in-setting, too.

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>>25324818
Fuck, bloody beard

>>25324730
>>25324759
"He's dead, mom is dead too, I was raised by my Uncle and Aunt." you state matter of factly - its not to much of a concern for you personally, you never knew them, for all intents and purposes they where your parents, and you loved them as such.

Taking a break in the conversation to chew more on some paste you quietly regret not getting anything to drink - its getting a bit stale and chewy despite its liquid nature.

>>25324744

While correcting your seat on the bench, eyes peering slightly downwards towards the checkered floor(Red and white plates covering the entire hall) you retort a question: "So tell me, what are you actually doing, working here I mean? Do you usually work down here?"

"Nay" he responds, "Usually I be workin' upstairs, servitor maintainin' with my granda, he put me 'ere o'ever after I rek'ed some ol' medica servitor" he adds with a sigh "Five month o' mess service for that"

>What do we do?

>Ask question
>Nom on food
>Other

>>25324729
Why did I have to open my big fat mouth

>>25325076
Our new hobby is writing fanfiction about Red Redemption we saw in the holovids, and we dream about turning that into an opera one day?

It'll be our dark secret!

>>25325097
>Ask question

Ask if he knows anything about the Schola, if he's heard any rumors, if he knows any of the other kids who are going.

>>25325134
This. We should make friends of our own age, it's what is expected of us - we need to show that we play well with other kids.

(even if we actually don't)

>>25325111

>one of the few holovids we ever saw was about the Redeemer purging mutants in the underhive

>massive fangirl crush results

We might pick Sister of Battle rather than Commissar in the Scola if this becomes canon.

>>25325154
Are we locked into career choice as a commissar?

>>25325097
Ask him about the table of elderly men we noticed earlier.

>>25325097
It's not like you'd be the only ongoing QM with a lesbian for a main character...
>>25325134
Thirding this

>>25325182
There's probably aptitude tests or something, we'll see.

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>>25325134
A low humming noise echoes out over the room, a sudden breeze graces your cheek - the ships internal cooling systems just kicked in you muse - probably going into overdrive due to the increased heat in the room, your pleased over that - you where starting to sweat pretty badly.

Still, while basking in the incoming rush of air, leaning your head backwards slightly to expose your neck you ask John:

"So, do you know anything about the Schola? Or the place we are heading too?"

John strokes the few strands of hair that have seen fit to grace his chin for a moment before replying "Eh, well - I know its a schola? I'mean, I kno' the planets name be Besvir, gramps' tole me that - Ye'd have to acces eh congitator fer more info' I'd wager"

>>25325182
Maybe

>>25325188
A quick toss over your shoulder confirms it - the elderly men are still about... Odd, do we want to ask John about it?

>Ask John about elderly men.
>Ask more about Cognitator
>Nom on food
>Other

>>25325195
Ehh, let's have a quest without lesbian MC for a change, shall we?

>>25325283
Ask about elderly men while fiddling with your cogitator and nomming on the food. We multitasking now!

>>25325318
B-but Anon we don't have one with us...

>>25325283
Ask about the elderly men. They could be xenos in disguise.

>>25325283
>Ask John about elderly men.

>>25325286
We're hot for the emperor, and men who are both attractive, not directly under our command due to conflict of interest, competent, and who serve the Emprah loyally.

>>25325286
The QM started it
>>25325346
But the sister's white hair is just os pretty!

>>25325383
Please.
Think of the Emperor!

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>>25325346
I want this on a T-shirt

>>25325318
>>25325338

You decide to drop the subject of the planet - but making sure to add to memory that there might be a point to look into the primary cognitator later for more information on Besvir..

Still, a more pressing concern have been looming over you for a time now, lowering your head while stroking your neck slightly you make a gesture with your free hand over your chest (as to ensure no-one behind you can notice) towards the elderly men seated behind you.

"Who's that?"

John follows your hand gesture and a flash of recognition falls over his face "Ah, them? Well They'd be em' ye know.. erm.. whits the word... keepers?" He shrugs "Good eh word 'tis any - they be wirkin' with maintinin' ship o' log - preb been up in cognitator room, went to the closest mess. Must be loa' o wirk just before droppi' ye lads off."

>Ask more questions
>Omnomnonoom
>Other

>>25325383
Sorry ;_;

>>25325336
Leaving your Emperor-appointed gear unguarded is heresy! Retrieve it instantly, take John with you so he can tell you about the old geezers while you eat on the run.

>>25325471
>Ask more questions

Ask about his accent, tell him that it's weird.

>>25325497
This. It's a very... xeno... kind of accent.

>>25325492
It was someone else's thing
>>25325471
You aren't sorry

>>25325471
'Ask John about elderly men'? I dunno, that's not exactly a...catchy phrase to put on a t-shirt.

The cogitator, get it and read up on the planet. Also, update your status on Faithbook as 'fed and loyal'

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>>25325492
You don't own one.... Yet

>>25325497
>>25325514
Shuffling in the last of the paste you push the tray away from you slightly, letting out a bit of a half-burp-half-sigh, yellow paste always left you feeling full.

Waving your spork in the air you casually remark to john: "You've got a very special accent you know that? Its very.. exotic"

John looks a bit taken back, scratching the back of his head.. ."Eh,, much'obligted.. I think?"

Still, these elderly men can wait for now, you've finished your food, and getting to the cognitator and read up a bit on the planet would no doubt be preferable - being prepared is a good thing after all. Indeed, you've found that ensuring you know what is up is always a good way to stay ahead of the curve...

"Hey Johnatius, your not doing anything here be honest, why don't you come with me and walk over to the cognitator room - its only like a fifteen minute walk away from here after all?"

John takes a quick look at a nearby servitor lumbering a few rows down. "Well, its not like they really need me here" He states, nodding in agreement "Fine, lets get ou'a 'ere lead on"

>Con

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>>25325743
Moving through the corridors you are once again returning towards the primary cognitator - a chrono hanging from the corridor wall informs you that you've been gone eating for no more then half an hour.

Passing through the iron-clad hatch leading into the cognitator room you are greeted with the same sight as always, the cooled air feeling refreshing on your skin as you look around.

>The powered on cognitator is still online...
>The servitor Liberian is no-where to be seen
>There are a few public stations nearby that have not been activated by someone else

>What do we do?

>>25325911
Try to pull up data on Besvir and the Schola on the cognitator.

>>25325911
Read up on the planet we're going to.

>>25325911
Research our destination.

>>25325942
Second.

Have John stand look-out for us.

>>25325980
Good idea.

>>25325911
Read the email, check if you have any friend invitations in Faithbook (you have none).

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>>25325942
>>25325951

You sneak up on the already powered cognitator, peering over its lush, green screen smiling slightly to yourself... turning around to John you give a quick series of hand gestures, to which he stands like the oaf he is.

Nearly face planting in disappointment you mouth "Sta-n-d g-a-ar-d" after a silly and rather drawn out moment he catches on, gives you a thumb up and begins to look around for the servitor...

Hoping that John is clever enough to keep things of your back you jump into the cushioned chair before the activate cognitator - hoping someone of higher rank then yourself had activated it.
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BY THE BLESSING OF THE ADMINISTRATUM, BY COMMAND OF HOLY TERRA IN THE NAME OF THE IMMORTAL GOD EMPEROR, HAIL THE IMPERIUM

TRANSLATED USING PRIMARIS SIFTER 019:A4;A TO LOW GOTHIC.

PRIMARY COGNITATOR FIRMWARE 19:41:1:13 ONLINE

Please enter your authority code

>**********

Validating…

Welcome PASSENGER-02013, You may proceed.

>Open Case file: 102:ad;eb;24:Sh keyword: "Besvir"

>Input accepted...

>Besvir, three alternatives found.
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>Planet: Besvir
>Hero of Lanraluk wars: Besvir The Great
>Imperial Besvir-III-Pattern reinforced boots.
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>Planet: Besvir
>Input accepted, please stand by
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>Segmentum Obscurus: Sector: Gillimas Subsector: Adelorum, System: Rakriuam, Planet: Besvir

Planet Function: Military junktion/staging ground -
space port.(Hive world)
Government: Lord Imperial governor: Ralak'tal III
Planet Type: Terrestrial
Terrain: Wetlands
Gravity: 0.95 Imperial Standard
Atmosphere: Type I (Breathable)
Length of Day: 15 Imperial standard hours.
Length of Year: 255 local day
Hydrosphere: Moderate
Temperature: Temperate
Population: Inestimable, records outdated pending Administratom review per article 13.41:A
Starport: Massive Imperial 19:131:STANDARD

>Additional information restricted
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>Requesting input.

>>25326258
Request additional data on the Schola there, as well as any military forces stationed there.

>>25326258
>Input:
>Lewd Images

>>25326258
>I'm imagining that the cogitator makes Fallout noises.

Check out Besvir the Great.

>>25326258
More information on the Schola.

>>25326307
Insufficent clerance

>>25326299

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BY THE BLESSING OF THE ADMINISTRATUM, BY COMMAND OF HOLY TERRA IN THE NAME OF THE IMMORTAL GOD EMPEROR, HAIL THE IMPERIUM

TRANSLATED USING PRIMARIS SIFTER 019:A4;A TO LOW GOTHIC.

PRIMARY COGNITATOR FIRMWARE 19:41:1:13 ONLINE

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>Requesting input
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>Schola Progenium. Planet: Besvir
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>Input accepted, please stand by...
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Schola Progenium:

Size: Standard Imperial.
Population: Inestimable, records outdated pending Administratom review per article 13.41:A
Military status: Active and serving.
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Military Garrison: Two companies of Imperial Guard service men. Honorable band support Kristik 23:th and auxiliary light Iarlu 141:th
Adepta Sororitas: Order of the Argent Shroud: Additional information - restricted.
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Primary export: Storm Troopers.
Additional information: Famous Lord-Commissar Arkilam the unwavering have returned for teaching in late
902.M41
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Current date: 922.M41
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>More info
>Disconnect
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>>25326521
More info

>>25326521
More Info

>>25326521
>More info

And after we get all the info we want try to get around the information restriction, worst happens we bug out.

>>25326549
No the worse that happens is we get blammed.

>>25326521
Check out lord-commissar Arkilam

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>>25326541
>>25326544

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BY THE BLESSING OF THE ADMINISTRATUM, BY COMMAND OF HOLY TERRA IN THE NAME OF THE IMMORTAL GOD EMPEROR, HAIL THE IMPERIUM

TRANSLATED USING PRIMARIS SIFTER 019:A4;A TO LOW GOTHIC.

PRIMARY COGNITATOR FIRMWARE 19:41:1:13 ONLINE

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>Requesting input
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>Scholia Progenium: Nature/Culture
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>One match found, open introduction logs by Joralm Achil
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>Input accepted, please stand by...
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HERESY GROWS FROM IDLENESS

>The Schola you are now destined to become part of dear student is one of the oldest in our segmentums history, with nearly a century of educating the emperors best and brightest.

>You are to become one of those, your duty is simple: Learn, and become more then you are - but beware, those that are found wanting, will be left behind in the dust.

>As a member of the schola you will be provided for, but always expected to earn that privilege - failure to meet standards will result in privileges cut, dear student.

>Do not ask what you want to become student, know that those wiser then you will answer that question for you.

>Now... (The following 103 pages are covering the history of the schola and its famous people.. .you won't have time to read it it all, do we try and download it to a data slate for later?)
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>>25326694
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> Lord-commissar Arkilam: 134 Standard years, famous for his battle in the Uptivan Crusades against the chaos marauder Xinl-Kinl, retired from active service: 900.M41
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>Additional information restricted.
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>Moar info? (Specify)
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>>25326694
seconded, he might be good rolemodel for our commissarial aspirations

>>25326825
Download it if we can, we will probably learn it in during our time here anyways

>>25326825
Yes, download the 103 pages of material.

Look up the name Joralm Achil.

>>25326825
>Disconnect

>>25326825
Yeah, let's try to download the schola's history for later reading. Get us a better idea of where we're heading.

Also, moar info on Lord-commissar Arkilam.

I get the feeling that somebody is going to come by and yank us off our info binge any second now...

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>>25326864
>>25326889

A few clicks on the massive cognitator and the data should be loading to one of the data-slates connected to its massive bulk - tossing an eye over your shoulder you notice John, he's still keeping an eye out, doing a reasonable job of appearing busy by a nearby cognitator - actually, he looks more in place then you do, probably.

Returning your eyes to the large green-tinted screen you are just about to click in another few key-words when you hear the nearby hatch open, standing in the doorway are a group of the "keepers" - the elderly men from before, cursing your luck!

>Try and grab the slate and leg it before they notice you (Roll)
>Try and leg it before they notice you (Roll)
>Stay where you are, act innocent - perhaps they won't notice?
>Other
>Blame John, leg it.

>>25326988
>Stay where you are, act innocent - perhaps they won't notice?

Rolled 68

>>25326988
Is the slate done? If so Grab it and bolt. If not then hide until it has finished.

>>25326988
Stay

>>25326988
>Other

Prod John with our foot, have him make a distraction, then pocket the slate and look innocent.

>>25327051
Lets try to not get our bestie into any trouble if we can help it

Rolled 18

>>25326988
Grab slate, flee!

>>25327077
Fleeing makes us look guilty of heresy

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>>25327017
>>25327037
>>25327051

Peering about you try and figure something out - you'd rather not the men stop you before you can cram some more information out of the machine, nor that they should find out that you are actually there in the first place - a plan forming in your head you signal to John to act natural, something he thankfully gets into his brain without yelling it at him...

Leaning back in the chair and acting natural you hope nobody will notice.

>Give me a 1d100

Rolled 99

>>25327155

Rolled 3

>>25327155

Rolled 25

>>25327168
>>25327172

two extremes... hoping this one helps...

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>>25327267
The men begins to casually walk past you one-by-one, seemingly not sparing you a second look.. either its due to your own old clothing that makes you blend in or due to their own internal arguing, still you'd dont want to push your luck...

>Grab the slate and leave.
>Try and get more information(Specify)
>Ask John to create a distraction(Roll to convince + provide a good argument)
>Other

>>25327280
>Grab the slate and leave.
let's not push our luck

Rolled 56

>>25327280
I think we've pushed out luck enough. Let's grab the slate and mosey on outta here.

>>25327280
Let's bail

>>25327280
>Grab the slate and leave.

>>25327309
Woops, disregard dice.

>>25327280

Finish download, take slate then leave.

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>>25327309
>>25327316
>>25327317

You entertain the idea of playing around a bit more with the cognitator, but the sudden raised voices of the "keepers" makes you disregard the idea rather quickly, slithering out of the chair and grabbing your slate on the way out you being to head towards the door, making sure to toss John a "come here already" glare.

Once you are out the hatch, secure from prying eyes John breaks into a laugh "Hey, that was pretty fun I'd say - sure glad I joined in"

"What do you mean?" you retort, already stomping away along the brightly lit(Its apparently in full day-cycle already) corridor trying to put some distance between you and the room just to make sure...

"Eh, ye kno' it gits boorin' just workin' servitors ye kno?"

>Retort his remark.
>Question
>Go somewhere (Example: Personal chambers)
>Other

>Captcha: respect edryingh I agree completly.

>>25327467
Tell John that if he saw something illegal happen he should've reported it to the nearest authorities or face charges being in league with the criminals.

In fact, report John for not reporting illegal use of cogitator.

>>25327467

"How do the servitors work?"
see if we can't get him to give us a little incite into machine maintenance...
Don't want to be forever waiting on the Mechanicus to do every little thing, do we?

>>25327535
Don't do this

>>25327535
Naah.

>>25327467
Ask if we can see the Servitors. We should, um, inspect them for heresy.

>>25327584
>>25327626
>>25327535

Rounding another corner in the massive structure you nod at John "You know what we did was Ilegal, right? - I could have you reported."

John simply shrugs while following after you "Sam'e fer ye".

Passing a lone skullprobe floating through the air you take the time to insert the data-slate into your pocket, in the same motions patting your hair straight, noticing the way it hard started to become spiky - if only they'd allow you to grow it long...

"So John" you add, tossing an eye over your shoulder at him while the two of you passes through the now empty metal corridor, "How does a servitor actually work?"

>>25327714
>Con

>>25327714
I have this mental picture of the janitor from scrubs just following a little girl around

Not sure why

>>25327777
God dammit I knew the accent was suspicious! He's been faking it this whole time! We need to be careful not to start an inner monologue.

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>>25327714
>>25327727

"Eh... " he stammers, "Ye kno, I nay really know to much... ye take the brain n'stuff - hook em up' to the cognitator and jist, gi'vem arms... legs..."

Trying to push him a little more you gingerly ask: "Could.. you show me a servitor..? Like where you build them?"

John shrugs: "Ah guess, bet ye be havin' ta walk with me to the front, its a while form here, hour or so - after me shift at the mess.

>Wait for him - doing so would no doubt take most of your day.
>Return to chambers and prep for departing to Besvir
>Other

>Based on your assumption, there should be at least another day before they start sending you down to the planet, but it might be during early day cycle, or late night cycle aswell, impossible to tell.

>>25327714
Johnatius* (Sorry getting late)

>>25327873
Wait, read up on what you dubiously obtained while we do so.

>>25327873

prep for departure, making sure to return here to meet him.

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>>25327920
>>25327948

You tell him that sure you'll wait, you'll be there once his shift ends (he quickly gives you the estimated chrono hour) In the meantime you muse, you'd better get your things in order - you've got about three hours or so - that ought to be enough, perhaps you'll even manage to get in some scrubbing in that time, you are somewhat sweaty.

Parting ways in the next junction of corridors you head towards the holding bay where your temporary "chambers" are located with a spring in your step - you've manage to get a hold of some interesting reading material after all, but you'd need to sit down and read it properly, humming on a old tune you set your mind on what to do for the next of the day, prepping for the trip and joining John with his servitor station work.

>And people with the rest of our day planned, that is going to be it for tonight, thank you for joining me with this silly quest, its been about six hours now which is usually how long I run - see you guys tomorrow all things permitting.

>Feel free to offer opinions and things.. I'll be reading it all untill the thread sages of the board probably.

>>25328055
How prepared are you for the inevitable teenage romantics?

>>25328055
Thanks for your work, OP!

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>>25328082
Well, I was thinking of just going the simple route of "Fine, what-ever" Its the Grimderp future of the Warhammer 40k universe -the chances you'll find a soulmate that will be with you for any longer priod of time is.. unliketly - and if it happens WH40K lore demands tyranids eat him/her/it

"Romance" is fine, but I won't let it turn into "Romance commissar quest" - I've even offered to write some damable smut if thats what the Waifu-fags are chanting.

In essence: Not at all, help me anon

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>>25328154
T-thank you for reading it Anon, it makes me h-happy.

>>25328180
A good quest. Although I'm still not sure, is high or low good?

>>25328232
Low is good - drawing from the warhammer RPG's since I am fairly used to the system and most people around here are aswell.

Furhter down the line I'll refine it a bit more probably, to avoid confusion - perhaps even comission a draw-fag to put it all into a neat picture.

>>25328156
We're doomed to fall to Slannesh methinks

>>25328298
I'd wager we turn into Khorne after John friend-zone us and we turn man-haters

>>25328298
Nonsense, there's none purer than Junior Commissar Otto Schulte. She's got a fangirl crush on the Big E.

>>25328298
A slanneshi commissar who sings the glories of chaos to raise morale. All the while dancing on the battlefield a figure of such violence and bloodletting even Khornites would be jelly. Whose love for her men(once the Emperor) would make nurgle weep tears and whose plans(see reading materials) would confuse a tzeentch plotter.

...I would not mind that sort of change/fall.

>>25322171
hard to tell, but the commissar has a boner

>>25328483
Your bonersense is malfunctioning, he's clearly flaccid.

>>25328478
Ehh, I wouldn't like it at all if we were to fall to Chaos, especially Slaanesh. It sounds just like a flimsy pretext for lesbian love affair, and those are boring.

>>25328561
Why fall when we can be glorious pure Commissar that converts Slaanesh cultists back into the fold with amazing singing, only to later become a saint of song?

>>25328328
Chaos undivided is still an option.
>>25328478
I have a feeling our love for our men would leave them on the receiving end of our "bolter"

>>25328622
Nooo, falling to Chaos would be a trite plot twist.

>>25328705
A bit overdone, indeed - but like all else its all depending on your choices - if you fuge up during the scholia for instance, we might all die before anything meningsfull happen.

If you charge at a ravning murder servitor I will kill you off.

>>25328738
MC: charge at a raving murder servitor.

Rolled 97

>>25328622
Only if they decide to run do they get to eat a bullet. We sing because we secretly enjoy what we tell everyone else however is we do it to keep morale up. Plus if they try to run then clearly I singing is very good and they need to pay(our excuse we tell others that their cowards).

>>25328705
If we ever fall to chaos is should be a big deal. Quite possibly one that happens slowly over a long period of time thus not necessarily instantly.

>>25328780
Bolter was in quotations for a reason.

>>25328156
>>25328082
No, I don't want these things. Lets not have these things. Lets be the one quest that doesn't go all romance stuff other quests do. Especially lesbians. Lets not do the lesbians thing this time.

>>25332988
>Lets not do the lesbians thing this time.
we are playing a young female character going to a Schola run by the SoB, there is nothing but lesbiens times ahead

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>>25335978
Tijee pls. Just this once. No lesbans pls. Only this one time.

>>25336404
Its going to happen, so stop fighting the inevitable

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>>25336404
It is for the best, anon.

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>>25336436
>>25336437
Tijee. Pls

>>25336704
I'm sorry anonymous, but the heterosexual ships have all left.

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>>25336758
No. No ships. We dont need any ships. This is not a dock, and most certainly not a symmetrical one.

>>25336781
But we will be at a port soon! One that will take us to a place filled with white-pubed pussy.

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>>25336704
It's not so bad, anon.

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>>25336814
>>25336830
Godommit, /tg/. Just this once. Cmon.

>>25336851
no

>>25336814
>white-pubed pussy.
I just imagined a trimmed Fleur for pubic hair

goddamnit i need new pants

>>25336851
You and I have no hopes anon. /tg/ craves their waifus. They shall not be hindered.

>>25336851
Well, let's see what you got.

Why not?

>>25336899
I'm pretty sure that that and shaved are the only permitted pubic hair styles.
>>25336851
Nope

>>25336915
>Why not?
Because all that romance shit is so played out. It would be refreshing to not include it for once. Makes more sense for a commissar, too.

>>25337149
Boone Quest seems to disagree.

>>25337149
>romance

Romance, HAHAHAHAHA, you think romance will happen at the schola? please, it full of nothing but pious worship and lesbian rape

>>25337174
You can't rape the willing

>>25337160
Boone Quest is also filled with pop culture ripoffs like the fucking end boss to Mass Effect 2 and not exactly entirely faithful to 40K. I don't particularly care for it, either.

>>25337160
Boone Quest is a pile of shit.

>>25337149
Obviously you haven't read about many commissars.
>>25337174
I should hope not. Time to make a relationship, not rape. Unless you can make a relationship through rape... damn it, this isn't hentai. Rape leads to bad things.

>>25337214
>>25337202
I never said my examples were any good...

>>25337215
Quite, This is a quest about the life of a Commissar, you won't have much time for romance - at all, honestly if people are more interested in Waifu-thing feel free to search out a different quest.

That said, I won't veto against it - that is bad form, I will write what my players ask me to, but if you guys aim to get a hot SoB lesbo friend expect me to toss you a curve ball, or sixteen.

I am however, naturally fine with relationships if they are grown and make sense - none of my NPC's will bed you due to a smile and some cleavage, your a scary Commissar after all. Relationships don't have to imply romantic ones either, the Guard don't generally leave time for finding soul mates.

There is only war

Went to sleep, thread is still here woah

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>>25337785
>I am however, naturally fine with relationships
WELP IT'S CANON YURI BOAT FULL STEAM AHEAD LET'S GET THIS STARTED

>>25337915
Your attitude is good. Your enthusiasm could use some lowering.
>>25337785
I'm sure there's a commissar or two out there that knows their way with the ladies.

>>25337785

so, will you be continuing today?
And if so, approximately when...

Rolled 62, 87, 62, 69 = 280

When is it coming?

Rolled 4

>>25341159
I will roll a magical d6, the result will tell us how many hours.

>>25341688

so we're looking at 10pm then?

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>>25337915
Lesbos stink of turk smell. Remove lesbo from premise.

>>25337915
No, fuck you. I will be the vote that votes against the lesbostorm.

>>25342508
No! /tg/ requires lesbosraum!

I'm actually neutral on the lesbian thing. Just wanted to make that pun.

I'm beginning to think that this continued discussion is going on for longer than the actual thread.

>>25343073
That's just because the quest isn't running right now, though. Rest assured, when the quest is in progress, /tg/ is all business.

>>25343094
I was participating in the quest when it was active, I'm just intrigued that this thing hasn't fallen off the board

>>25343119
Because lesbianism, anon. Because lesbianism.

>>25343137
We are totally going to get lesbian raped

The slow death begins.

>>25343157
see
>>25343094
Thanks.

OP seems like he won't go for anything excessively silly/dumb anyway.

>>25343199

Is Commisar returning? he said today... and Magic d6 anon said for 10....

>>25345107
If he does, he might want to delete this thread when his new one shows up.