You wake up in the morning, your alarm blaring at you. It feels like a ritual but you know it’s not. You hit the ‘off’ button and take a glance at it.

7:16

You groan and get out of bed. You don’t remember much of your dreams, but you do know it wasn’t like the ones before.

“Good morning master” The ethereal shade of Wooster greets you. You can almost make out some features now. Almost. You mutter something that with a certain amount of scrutiny might be deciphered as ‘morning’ and take a quick shower. Everything is lying ready for you when you exit. You could get used to this, you think.

“There was no unusual activity in your mind this night, master.” Your ghost butler informs you.

“Yeah, I figured, didn’t have any weird dream either.” You tell him and head downstairs. This time he follows you. It seems his avatar no longer confined to your bedroom.

“Hey sir! I think your butler’s getting better, My clothes were all tidied up when I woke up.” Blake calls out to you as you enter the dining room.

“Yes, I do believe so,” Raphael joins in, “There was a towel waiting for me when I got out the shower.”

>1. “Oh, I’ve had that for a while now.”
>2. “His name is Wooster.”
>3. “You mean you can’t see him?” Wave to the shade hovering next to you.
>4. Write in.

Meta: I updated the rules pastebin concerning critical hits. Essentially: rolling a 1 is auto-fail, with it only being a critfail if the rest of the rolls don't pass the DC.

>>39382587
Hello, long time no see.
>>39382610
2 into 3

>>39382610
holy shit I'm actually awake for one of these finally and its only 4am here...

>2. “His name is Wooster.”
>3. “You mean you can’t see him?” Wave to the shade hovering next to you.

>>39382610
>>2. “His name is Wooster.”
>>3. “You mean you can’t see him?” Wave to the shade hovering next to you.

>>39382694
>>39382711
>>39382718
Writing.

“His name is Wooster.” You say. “But you mean you can’t see him?”

You wave to the shade hovering next to you. The entire team shakes their head. Even the psychics. You tell them you’ve been pumping energy into him for the past few days and that you’ve been able to see him since yesterday.

“Must be more of the ‘master of the house’ thing.” Katherine says.

“Probably.” Milly agrees.

“Does that mean we can leave the laundry to him now?” Blake asks with a coy smile.

“Not just yet, Blake, not just yet.” You tell him.

During breakfast, Milly informs you of the devices she came up with to monitor your mind while you sleep. “It was mostly a matter of calibrating it to your psionic signature while you slept eventually.”

“While I slept… You mean you were in my room when I was asleep?”

“Yes sir, it was the easiest solution. If I had to ask permission I would have lost a lot of valuable time trying to do it today, and possibly had to wait until tonight to get the readings I needed.”

>Your reaction?
>1. Don’t come into my room without my permission!
>2. Look, that’s not really alright, but I’ll let it slide for now.
>3. Oh, I see. Good job!
>4. Write in.

>>39382857
>2. Look, that’s not really alright, but I’ll let it slide for now.
>4. It would have taken all of 4 seconds to ask for permission, please do so next time.

>>39382882
seconding

>>39382857
>It's not really alright but I'll let it slide for now.
>What did you find?

>>39382882
thirding

>>39382882
Fourthing.

>>39382882
>>39382892
>>39383000
>>39383032
>>39382972
Writing.

“Look, that’s not really alright, but I’ll let it slide for now. It would have taken all of 4 seconds to ask for permission, please do so next time.” You tell her.

“You were already asleep when I was finished with the equipment itself. It would have been inefficient to wake you up at that point.” Milly replies, not really understanding what she did wrong. “And as I mentioned before, waiting would have increased the time to develop too.”

You sigh. “I still want you to ask something if anything similar happens again.” Milly still looks puzzled, but there’s not much you can do about that. “At least tell me you found something.”

“Oh no, this was simply the calibration. I’ll need to set it up in your bedroom today to be able to start monitoring you tonight. Do I… Have to ask permission for that?” At least she’s trying.

“Yes, that’s the kind of thing you should ask first.” You tell her.

With that, breakfast is finished, and you decide what to do for the day.

>1. Continue working on the R&R Room (current status: 45%. You get double progress on the room)
>2. Train together.
>3. Let Milly set up the devices in your room.
>4. Look into where the magical energy from the circle is lead to.
>5. Call HQ (specify about what)
>6. Write in.

>>39383242
>3
>1

>>39383242
>1. Continue working on the R&R Room (current status: 45%. You get double progress on the room)
>3. Let Milly set up the devices in your room.
>5. Call HQ (specify about what)
Ask them to loan us another psyker to act as a control group regarding our sleep issues and the possible dimensional overlap. The scientific approach. Maybe a scholarly type from the Cerebrum?

>>39383242
1
3

>>39383301
Any support for his HQ call? If not I'm just writing 1 and 3.

>>39383301
Sure I'll second it.

>>39383450
>>39383421
>>39383301
Very well. Writing.

>>39383301
I'm not really in favour of bothering HQ again while all we have to say is "I have some trouble sleeping." Maybe wait for Milly's scans to finish?

>>39383516
Nah man like what's the worst that can happen

>>39383516
I share this sentiment. I'd rather have Milly try her thing first.
Although I guess it's responsible thing to do. What if we're just going bonkers.

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>>39383563

>>39383509
>>39383516
>>39383567
So... Inform them or not then? new vote, I'm ignoring people talking about it before this post

>>39383516
>>39383567
In that case, why not lie to them? "Hey, can you send us another psychic, so we can charge our House Spirit faster and get more info out of him?"

>>39383680
I have no strong feelings one way or another.

>>39383680
nah, we should wait for the scan results at least

>>39383696
Lying is the worst idea. It attracts attention and sets us up for trouble no matter what we'll find out

>>39383680
Wait for the scan

>>39383726
In that case, don't lie, order the psychic anyway for the charging, and invite him to stay the night or two. Same effect. This Magic-Circle-And-Immortal-Mage-Business should be interesting enough for the Cerebrum to warrant our request.

I have no problem with waiting for the scan, but who can say if the scan itself doesn't influence or block our dreams? No way to be sure without a control group.

>>39383680
Wait for the scans.

>>39383700
>>39383709
>>39383763
Not calling it is then. Writing, and not changing it up again.

Roll me a mind check for working on the room then. 1d100, best of first three.

>>39383803
If the phenomenon continues, we can take further measures. It was a rare occurence however and we don't have anything to prove that it actually happened. Furthermore we migth be able to solve this without having to beg for more resources.

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>39383875

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>39383875

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>39383875

>>39383894
>>39383902
>>39383908
Failure, no progress for you then.
>Katherine: success
>Liam: 90+
>Blake: failure
>Nathan: success
>Raphael: failure
>Total progress: 50%. I'm gonna just say that the three failures add up to another 5% so the room's finished/that they'll quickly get the last things in order the next time they have time off. For all intents and purposes, room is finished.

Post incoming soon.

You give Milly permission to enter your room and set up the equipment and tell the rest of the team you’re going work on the R&R room some more.

You feel a bit tired and not entirely awake yet, and you mess up a bit at the start. Blake thrown you an annoyed look when you accidentally trip him. You’re saved from your momentary clumsiness by your com unit though. It’s Arbitrator Hecate.

“Yes ma’am?” You answer the phone as you head out towards your office.

“I’m calling about this circle of yours. I’ve had some talk with the higher-ups, especially after that last report Agent Hackland sent me, and they’ve decided that you’re free to continue to pursue the issue yourself. Of course, the Cerebrum wanted to get involved, so they insisted on at least having one of them to monitor and do his own research. I couldn’t find out who they were planning on sending though. Assistant Vindex Gilligan seemed especially annoyed at it though.” Your mother being annoyed is nothing new to you. As far as you know it’s her regular state of being.

“Is there anything new on your end since your last report?”

>1. Explain the dream/dimension situation.
>2. As 1, but ask for a psychic.
>3. Nothing new ma’am.

This is not me pushing the issue, this is me planning on having her call before the thread started.

>>39384114
>1. Explain the dream/dimension situation.

>>39384114
>2. As 1, but ask for a psychic.

We have already proven that we can handle shit, no need to play the hero when something goes over our heads.

>>39384114
>1. Explain the situation
>When is the egghead coming around? Maybe he'll find this interesting.

Hehe. Anybody else thinks that the "egghead" will be our father? If Mom is especially annoyed...

>>39384114
>1. Explain the dream/dimension situation.
I hopefully have better info on what is going on tomorrow.

>>39384163
>>39384172
>>39384193
>>39384267
Writing.

>>39384114
At least its better having them calling us

“There is something. It’s a bit of a strange situation concerning a potential dimensional overlap.” You explain to her the situation, and you can hear her stopping herself from interrupting you at some places. “So currently both Wooster and Milly will be able to monitor me. I haven’t had it every night though, so it might be a more long-term project”

“I see… I don’t think I’ll have to report this, but do take care. If anything comes forth from this you think I should know, don’t hesitate. And perhaps that Cerebrum fellow will be able to help you with it.”

“I was thinking the same thing. Any idea when this egghead’s coming round by the way?” You ask her. You can hear her suppress a snorting laughter.

“Don’t let any of them hear you say that. And from what I heard he should be at your place by tonight or tomorrow morning.”

>Anything else you want to add or ask?
>1. Say goodbye, continue with the day.
>2. Ask/tell her something (specify).
>3. Write in.

My apologies for taking so long, my brother just showed me this and I got on board the hype train for a moment: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngElkyQ6Rhs Here’s hoping it’s at least better than the non-existent prequels (Yes, I’m still in denial).

>>39384555
update her on the warewolf hunt if we haven't already and then
>1. Say goodbye, continue with the day.

Btw, just updated the showcase percentages on the rolls in the mechanics pastebin. With rolling 1's factored in, average success rate is down around 2% at 3 dice, with a drop of 4% maximum at 5 dice.

>>39384555
>1. Say goodbye, continue with the day.

I forgive you.

>>39384555
>1. Say goodbye, continue with the day.

>>39384555

>1. Say goodbye, continue with the day

You and me both, OP. I have faith in Disney though.

>>39384555
>1
No miss, I will certainly never call an egghead an egghead whenever an egghead is nearby

>>39384604
>>39384650
>>39384681
>>39384699
Writing.

>>39384555
>2. Explain what we've found about the warlord if we haven't already. Also explain what we've found of the house's former master.

Does Abrams have someone who will say no to him, and fight with him over it? Will the actors fight for things they see but others don't? We'll see what they make.

>>39384638
I'm not sure if I like the notion of auto and critfail probability increasing with attribute levels.
I guess it could be explained as overconfidence but still.

>>39384779
yeah doesn't make a lot of sense to increase the chance of faceplanting or tripping and breaking your neck, when you get better at running over terrain for example

>>39384792
nah man the greater you are the greater your mistakes it's 100% legit trust me I'm an expert

>>39384807
I was about to call you out on being retarded before I read the rest of your post.

“No ma’am, I will certainly never call an egghead an egghead whenever an egghead is nearby.”

Lilliana fails to hold in her laughter, and you can hear some background noise indicating that she’s not alone and that she most definitely disturbed someone. You’re about to lay in the call when she calls out to you.

“Wait a minute Weston.” She coughs and finally recovers from her laughing fit. “There’s something I’d like you to know. Nothing serious for now, but just something for you to keep in mind when you’re going around the area.”

This piques your interest. “Oh? What’s that?” You say.

“There’s a drug popping up around town. I know, not our business, but this is special. I’ve only heard rumours so far, but it’s supposed to be a magical drug. Wizzie is what they call it on the streets. I’ve heard something about there being talks of a cooperation between the UK drug squad and the Vindex to route it out, but not much more. Just… Stay on your toes, ok?”

“Very well, thank you ma’am.”

With that, she lays in the call, and you check up on the others. The R&R room is as good as done, and at the dining table Milly informs you that the equipment is set up.

>1. Build another room (specify)
>2. Build a firing range outside.
>3. Train together.
>4. Look into where the magical energy from the circle is lead to.
>5. Ask Milly to show you how the devices work.
>6. Test out the R&R room. Board games afternoon!
>7. Write in.

>>39384892
>2. Build a firing range outside.
it is a perishable skillset

>>39384892
>5. The devices, the devices!

>>39384779
>>39384792
>>39384807
>>39384829
You have a point. The overall chance increase is lowered quite some per stat increase. I went this route because I didn't want 1 to be an auto-critfail despite the other rolls.

I'm open to suggestions for something better.

>>39384932
>I went this route because I didn't want 1 to be an auto-critfail despite the other rolls.
but it still is unless we roll a 100...

honestly without scraping overriding crits entirely, the only way of doing it better is negating how bad a fail it is with skill level kind of like degrees of success except its lessening degrees of fail the better the skill, though entirely behind the scenes stuff that can't be put to numbers, nor should it be.

>>39384555
I still can't believe they're finally making a fourth one.

>>39385011
How about increasing the amount of attribute points (and rolls) also increased amount of 1s needed for critfail? Something like 1 roll - 1, 2 rolls - 1, 3 rolls - 2, 6 rolls - 3...

>>39385011
>but it still is unless we roll a 100...
I make the distinction between crit-fail and normal fail. It's an autofail, yes, but critfail is still worse.

I suppose I could have only the 1's in the first 3 rolls count as overriding. That way progressing beyond 3 in a skill doesn't increase the critfail chance.

>>39385082
maybe? could work though I've been awake for nearly 30 hours so I'm in no state of mind to think about this

>>39384932
You could do it by degrees of failure. Depending On how far the highest roll is from the dc. You wouldn't technically have "critfails", but, say you miss the DC by 50, you'd be pretty fucked.

>>39385103
>I suppose I could have only the 1's in the first 3 rolls count as overriding. That way progressing beyond 3 in a skill doesn't increase the critfail chance.
that would help things in that aspect

There is still an ongoing vote too people. Only 2 votes so far:
>>39384908
>>39384913

If no others come soon I'll go with you and milly occupied with devices and the rest build a firing range.

>>39385113
I do like the idea of degrees of failure it makes it so the rest of the rolls still mean something
I say combine it with >>39385103

>>39385139
Very well, writing then.

yeah I can't put of sleep any longer, thanks for the thread Supervisor, I'll have to call it a night/morning here and catch up later

fuck my timezone

“Liam, how about you get that shooting gallery of yours in order?” You ask.

“Sounds like a plan sir. We’ll need to build a fence around it to prevent accidentally wandering onto the range, a decent setup for the targets, a…” His list goes on. Luckily it’s mostly stuff you can easily get and still have the budget for, so you give him the okay.

You take Milly aside. “While the others are busy with that, I’d like to inspect those things you put in my bedroom.”

“That’s unnecessary sir. Everything is in working order.”

“Not what I meant Milly.” You groan. “You might know how they all work, but I don’t, and I don’t know what I have to do to make them work when I go to sleep.”

“I can take care of that when you go to bed sir.” She pauses a moment before she seems to reconsider. “This is one of those things I need to ask permission for?”

“Yes. But I’d rather activate them myself. Lead the way, Agent.” You gesture to the stairs, and the two of you head to your bedroom.

Inside, you find some kind of small sensor array about a meter tall standing right next to your bed, and something best resembling a web hanging over the side of the bed you lay your head.

“Not entirely what I was expecting.” You say. Milly ignores the comment and heads to the sensor first. What follows is a flood of technobabble concerning mental fluctuations and calibrating the cerebral simulator to coincide with the detected psi emissions. Or something. She could have just quoted you an entire episode of star trek for all you know.

“In layman’s terms please Milly. I just want to know how to turn it on when I go to bed and how to turn it off while saving its data when I wake up.” You tell her.

“Oh, but it requires more than just activating. The cere-“

“Layman’s terms Milly.” You interrupt her. She stands there looking at you very intensely for a moment. You wonder if it’s from thinking how to translate it to something you understand of whether she’s contemplating strangling this retarded Vindicator of hers.

“You need to press this button,” She eventually manages to say, pointing at the device. “I will make some additional modifications so that I can take over the rest from my observatory.”

>1. Thank you Milly.
>2. I’m sure I’ll be able to handle a bit more than that…
>3. Write in.


>>39385562
G'night timezone-anon. Was good to have you.

>>39385583
>2. I’m sure I’ll be able to handle a bit more than that…

>>39385583
>1 Thank you Milly

>>39385599
You want to get us killed by boredom?

>>39385583
>1. Thank you Milly.

>>39385583
>1. You know what, I'll just call you when I'm going to sleep.

I don't know what she is, other than adorkable.

>>39385103
>>39385113
>>39385125
>>39385141
I think I'll take a look at this, see how the probabilities line up etc. I'll probably have something with it by tomorrow's thread.

>>39385662
>>39385665
>>39385668
Alright, writing.

> Meanwhile at the shooting range. Ironically, everyone succeeded aside from Liam himself.
> Shooting range progress: 20%

“Thank you for that Milly. I’ll let you know when I go to bed too.”

Milly nods. “Is that all sir?”

“And the net?” You ask.

“It’s part of the set-up. It…” She thinks for a moment, probably translating from super-genius to near-braindead language. “It is similar to a regular radar dish. It picks up anything that would attempt to intrude on your mind or anything emitted more strongly from your mind than your regular ambient energy and sends it to the array itself.”

“I see. Very well, thank you for the explanation.”

“I’ll have to work on this some more then.” She looks at you, nods and adds a polite “sir” and leaves your room. Probably to get some tools.

You leave her be and go check on the rest of the team. Everyone’s working really well with clearing out the space and making preparations, though Liam seems to be frustrated looking at a tablet in his hands. As you get closer, you hear why.

“No, poor quality. This is great, but too expensive. No. No. Not this one either.”

Nathan passes by and glances at the screen, shaking his head. “Why not that one. It’s fairly cheap and still pretty good quality.”

“Oh no, I’ve seen their products. Fall apart at the slightest brush of a bullet. We need something sturdier.”

You offer a helping hand, but there’s not that much more to do anymore. You head back inside with the team and feast on the delicious dinner prepared by Wooster. He’s hovering against the wall as you enter the dining room. You’d almost say he has this pleased ara around him as you enjoy his food.

>Evening time:
>1. Build another room (specify)
>2. Work on the firing range outside. (50% efficiency)
>3. Train together.
>4. Look into where the magical energy from the circle is lead to.
>5. Test out the R&R room. Board games afternoon!
>6. Write in.

>>39386002
>5
We've worked quite enough for the last few days

>>39386002
>board games evening that should have been.

>>39386002
>5
I say try to bond over board games this evening
Then train together tomorrow

>>39386002
>5. Evening off. Maybe we should make it a rule unless something important needs doing, can't work the men to death.
>Also maybe we should tell them what HQ told us about the drug popping up?

>>39386157
I wonder what kind of trip a literally magical shrooms give?

>>39386002
>3. Train together.
Just because our first two jobs went well doesn't mean our third won't land us in the Order hospitals.

>>39386057
>>39386135
>>39386157
>>39386238

Writing for time off.

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>>39386191
A trip into a magical realm.

>>39386262
Roll me a mind check for stuff.

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>39386337
lots of stuff?

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>39386337

>>39386371
best mind stuff

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>>39386337

>>39386371
>>39386388
>>39386402
Well, it seems the humans lose this one! MWAHAHAHAHAHA

>>39386262
Here's hoping that we order Milly to join us when she's done being Garrus

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>>39386418
And that's when we were attacked by a team of Spec Ops centaurs.

Captcha, you're adorable.

>>39386453
Shit. Meant to spoiler that picture.

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>>39386418
How disappointing.

>>39386418
You think we're human?
We're the TIE hive mind, remember?

>>39386486
The what now?

“Well, that was a good day of work people, I’d say it’s time we put that new R&R room to use.”

You take the entire team including Milly to the new room, and immediately Blake suggests a myriad of board games. It’s discovered there’s a game of monopoly in the room and the vote is nearly unanimous to ritually burn it tomorrow. Only Blake opposes and Milly abstains.

Eventually you decide to play an old game based on an obscure tv series from 80 years ago called Battlestar Galactica. Milly is sitting at the sidelines observing and You’re a sleeper agent for a robot race called the Cylons, and you manage to ruin the rest of the team’s plans repeatedly without them realising it’s you. You even get them to suspect poor Liam.

You deliver the final stroke by revealing yourself and destroying their ship with some new abilities, and you win the game. You’re cleaning up the table when Milly approaches you. “That was inefficient. You could have won five turns earlier.”

You’re about to reply when the front gate alarm goes off. There’s a car approaching the front.

“That’ll be the Cerebrum person joining us.” You tell the team. You explained the situation to them during lunch.

You head to the front with Nathan and Liam while Katherine and Raphael offer to clean up the rest.

You open the gate by remote and let the car in. It’s a fancy one. Black, official looking. The driver gets out, but he doesn’t look like the cerebrum scholar. You’re proven right as he opens the back door and a man in a sleek suit steps out. A man with a very familiar face.

Grand Scholar Ian Weston steps out of the car and takes a good look around before settling his eyes on you and calmly walking towards you.

>In-character, you have no idea how to react to this. Your dad has always been distant and away for work a lot. It was mostly your mother who raised you.
>1. …Dad?
>2. “Greetings, Grand Scholar Weston.
>3. Stay silent.
>4. Write in.

Kudos to that one anon that guessed this.

>>39386453
Damn, all I get is soup and wine.

>>39386661
And yes, that roll was to see if you won the game or not.

>>39386661
>4
Make some inarticulate noises, hide them with a throat clear then
>2. “Greetings, Grand Scholar Weston.

>>39386661
>2. “Greetings, Grand Scholar Weston.

I get tons Pizza, cake, cupcakes, coffee, and sometimes soup.

>>39386661
>2. "Greetings, Grand Scholar Weston."
>(...father?)

don't see much point in keeping it from the team, but I guess we don't have to reveal it out of hand, unless he decides to give us a hug.

>>39386661
2
Be the coldest.

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>>39386636
>80 years ago

>>39386661
Give whatever formal greeting would be appropriate verbally and at the same time extend a psychic greeting with
>1. …Dad?

>>39386877
>The year is 2089
but yes I thought that too at first

>>39386909
That's the point. OIdama is disappointed.
Now that I think of it I kinda wish Dad to make a face to that effect when we invite him for a game next day.

>>39386721
>>39386775
>>39386802
>>39386824
>>39386891
Writing.

>>39386946
Should we proudly anounce to our father that we just won the game?

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>>39386974
I don't know. Maybe if it's brought up and seems appropriate to point out?

“I, wha… Dad?” You mutter. Your mind is racing, and it takes some effort to reign it in again. By the time he reaches you, you’ve collected yourself. You do think Liam and Nathan heard you. Not like there was a point in keeping your relationship a secret.

“Ahem.” You clear your throat. “Greetings, Grand Scholar Weston.”

You leave it at that. You don’t exactly have a close bond with him. In fact, you can barely remember the last time you had an actual conversation with him. His hair has turned completely grey, and last time you saw him most of it was still black.

“Point me to my room please. It was a long journey.” He… Didn’t even acknowledge you. You suddenly feel grateful he was never really involved with your upbringing.

His servant brings out two very large bags from the trunk of the car and carries them after your father. They look like they could easily weigh fifty kilo’s each, but he doesn’t seem particularly bothered. Or human, once you take a closer look. His eyes are fish-like slits with red irises, and if you concentrate you think you can see scales.

>1. “What, not even a hello after all these years?”
>2. “Very well sir. This way please.”
>3. Write in.

>>39387009
What an appropriate image.

>>39387087
>Alright then. This way.

>>39387087
>2
Say it with a superserious accent

>>39387087
>2. “Very well sir. This way please.”

>>39387124
>>39387127
>>39387175
Writing.
And roll me a mind check for something completely unrelated to your father.

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Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>39387308

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>39387308
DICE FOR THE DICE GODS

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>39387308
Doing something completely unrelated to our father

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>>39387334
Finally the fortune smiles.

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>39387308

>>39387334
>>39387363
Well shit now I have to make good on that blood sacrifice I promised them, any recommendations?

>>39387381
Another good roll... Wasted

>>39387334
>>39387343
>>39387381
Very well, that's noted for when it comes into play.
*cackles mysteriously as he stirs his cauldron*

You keep your voice as sec as possible. “Very well sir, this way.”

You lead him through the building to one of the bedrooms the closest to the stairs to the cellar. His servant immediately carries the bags into the room.

You gesture to the servant. “He can use the room-“

“That won’t be necessary.” Your father holds up his hand. He doesn’t spare you a second glance as he enters his room and closes the door behind him.

“So that’s your father?” Nathan asks.

“Or so I’ve heard, yes.”

You return to the living room where the rest of the team is gathered. Katherine and Raphael seem disappointed they don’t get to meed the cerebrum person.

>1. Explain to them who Grand Scholar Ian Weston is exactly.
>2. “You’ll meet him tomorrow. Don’t expect a very friendly face though.”
>3. Write in.

>>39387408
Pizza is good. I think they like Pizza.

Captcha says cake though, so I dunno.

>>39387408
Did you specifically promise human blood?

I've seen so much beef on the captcha lately, s'gotta be some blood in there too.

>>39387454
>>39387468
No just that it would be fresh and warm
captcha seems to be recommending hamburgers

>>39387452
>2. “You’ll meet him tomorrow. Don’t get your hopes up though, he's not exactly a people person.

>>39387452
2, offhandedly mention that he's supposed to be your father.

>>39387452
>1. Explain to them who Grand Scholar Ian Weston is exactly.

>>39387498 (You)
(I'd say leave the dad thing to ourselves at start, and only say it openly if/when they ask "how do you know" or "do you know him?"

>>39387452
>>39387527
Second this

>>39387498
>>39387527
>>39387567
>>39387614
Writing.

“You’ll meet him tomorrow. Don’t expect a very friendly face though.” You tell them.

“So, not the social type?” Raphael asks.

Nathan and Liam both shake their head. Liam looks at you sideways though. “Oh, and he’s supposed to be my father.”

“Wait-“
“You mea-“

Katherine, Blake and Raphael start talking through each other. Eventually, Raphael goes first. “Supposed to be? What do you mean?”

“Let’s just say I haven’t really talked to him in about five or six years.” You don’t really want to go deeper into it than that right now.

When they realise that, Nathan and Liam are next to be questioned. “We don’t know more than that. He was very brief in his interaction.” Liam says.

“Even for Liam’s standards? Wow.” Blake says.

You sit around for a moment. You still hear them talking in the background but you’re mind’s not really interested in them right now. All things considered, you think you can count your meaningful interactions with your father on a single hand, you realise. After sitting there for a while, you simply decide to go to bed after warning Milly.

You get dressed, push the button on the machine and send Wooster your excess of energy. Not long after, you’re asleep.

-
There’s something watching the planet. No, the world. No, this existence.

It’s watching from outside of it.

-

You wake up at 7:10. Slightly earlier than before. Good. Whatever has changed, you want to undo it. You get dressed and find Wooster to have identifiable features now.

“Good morning master. I believe I am strong enough to manifest properly now. I may even be able to use the other occupants of the house to strengthen myself now.”

“That’s good news.” You reply as you enter your bathroom. Wooster patiently waits outside.

“As for this night, I noticed something, but I couldn’t really understand what. It was quite a strange experience and I don’t think I can even convey it telepathically.”

You urge him to try but soon come to the conclusion that he just doesn’t really know enough about what he noticed to be able to do anything with the information.

At the breakfast table there is a strangely morbid atmosphere. Your father is sitting at your regular chair at the head of the table, so you have to take the opposite one. His servant is simply standing at the ready behind him. The entire team is throwing cautious glances at him and sharing looks with each other. Even Milly looks more uncomfortable than usual. She’s mostly looking at you worriedly though.

>!. Act as if he’s not there. Just make conversation.
>2. Ask Milly about any findings she might have.
>3. Say something to your father.
>4. Write in.

>>39388215
>2
After that:
>1

>>39388255
Seconded.

>>39388215
>2. Ask Milly about any findings she might have.
>3. Say something to your father.
"Good morning, Grand Scholar. Do the accommodations fit your requirements?"
Keep it professional, polite, and distant.

>>39388288
seconding

>>39388215
>Good morning lads.
>2. Ask milly about readouts
>3. Ask how he's settling in

>>39388215
>>!. Act as if he’s not there. Just make conversation.
>>2. Ask Milly about any findings she might have.

i know he is supposed to be our dad but fuck him.

>>39388288
>>39388301
>>39388342
This seems to have won. TIE airlines would like to apologise for being unavailable at this time.

Writing. Last one for the day.

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>>39388443
>>39388423
Well shit.

>>39388488
i woke up late sorry
do a 1d2 to solve this issue

>>39388215
>1. Act as if he’s not there. Just make conversation.
>3. Say something to your father.

>>39388215
Changing my vote >>39388555 to >>39388288 .

>>39388555
Now you're just cruel.

Voting for 1 and 2

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>39388555
YOU'RE NOT HELPING!

It's ok, I still like you.

>>39388516
I believe that will be the easiest and fastest for me to finish up the day.
1: >>39388255
2: >>39388288

>>39388585
>>39388593
Ah, well you and the dice are in agreement then. Writing.

Rolled 67 (1d100)

Thanks for thread, good night.

>>39388593
Do you have pics of the TIEs from the new teaser, Supervisor? There's a nice shot with two of them in there would work for special occasions.

"Good morning, Grand Scholar. Do the accommodations fit your requirements?" You say.

“Hmmhm.” It’s as much as a reply you’ll get, you think. Well, at least you tried and fulfilled your obligation as host.

“Milly, have you found anything?” You ask her.

She glances sideways at your father for a split second, but she doesn’t seem as bothered by him as the rest. From the flood of her technobabble words you can make out she’s more bothered by what happened this night.

“So the conclusion to all of this is, to put it in… Layman’s terms, is that your mind isn’t changing. Everything else is. I am terrified by the thought alone. That something or someone could do that. Using what I’ve learnt now I’ll have to set up more sensor posts to check our surroundings, or maybe even all of London!” She calls out. By now everyone is looking at her. Except for your father, he’s calmly eating a pudding.

He does speak up. “Oh, I’d be interested to see that data.”

The way he says it is not to be questioned though. It wasn’t just a passing remark of interest or even a question. It was a straight up order, and no one who heard it would be able to interpret it any other way.

“I do not answer to a Cerebrum observer and researcher of a different subject.” Milly replies. “If you wish to see this research you will have to issue a formal request with my superiors.”

Did she just… Wow.

>1. Intervene. Apologise to your father, tell him you’ll make sure you get that data.
>2. Stay silent, let this play out.
>3. Write in.

>Shit, I can’t leave things hanging here, I’ll continue a bit longer. Sleep is for the weak!

>>39388716
I thought about it, but I didn't want to go delve through all the new stuff to find myself a decent shot of a TIE and I don't want to go and try to grab a decent screenshot myself. Not to mention I found the interceptor to be appropriate to the situation.

>>39388792
>2. Stay silent, let this play out.

Milly has dem cyborg balls.

>>39388792
>2. Stay silent, let this play out.
now shit is getting interesting. Ol' dad might even slip out anything he knows about our Oculus agent if there are other like her.

>>39388792
>>3. Write in.
She's right.

fuck it were not cerebrum we dont answer to him

>>39388828
>>39388864
>>39388882
Writing for silent.

>>39388882
Second this...
Let's show daddy our balls

>>39388792
>3. Keep score
"Point, Milly."

>>39388983
Does eating popcorn count as silent?

>>39389111
Sadly Wooster did not prepare popcorn for breakfast.

>>39388996
>>39389014
I will stick to my original post and ignore these for my own sanity's sake, my apologies.

This is going to be interesting. You stay silent to see how it turns out.

Your father smiles.

“How quaint. It talks back.” He finally looks up from his pudding and stares right at Milly. She doesn’t even blink.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you are. The oculus has many secrets, many of them well kept and even beyond my reach, but you and your sisters are not.”

“That is classified information beyond your clearance level. I will report this incident to my superiors.” Milly replies.

“Report all you want. You know very well who I am and how little that will matter. Even the Oculus doesn’t have the balls to move directly against me.”

Ah, office politics. Always the cheerful subject. Milly stays silent.

“What, your database ran out of comments? Are your retorts classified too?” Your father smirks. “I tire of this conversation. Gckach, let’s go.”

He stands up and his servant, Gckach you presume, moves after him as they leave the room in the direction of the cellar.

The entire room breathes a sigh of relief as he exits, but no one really dares to break the silence just yet.

>1. “Wow Milly. I’ve never seen anyone go against him like that before.”
>2. “What was all that about your sisters and secrets?”
>3. Well people, let’s see what we’re going to do today. Cellar is off-limits for obvious reasons (go to vote for morning activity)
>4. Write in.

>>39389246
>>3. Well people, let’s see what we’re going to do today. Cellar is off-limits for obvious reasons (go to vote for morning activity)

>>39389246
That will be it for today though. But rejoice! There will be a thread tomorrow too!

Archiving in a sec. Feel free to ask questions or further debate critical roll systems.

>>39389246
>3. Well people, let’s see what we’re going to do today. Cellar is off-limits for obvious reasons (go to vote for morning activity)

>>39389312
And archived: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Magus%20Hunter%20Quest

Sticking around for a bit longer before I go to bed in case of questions etc.

>>39389312
thanks for running

>>39389401
Thanks OP, great thread

>>39389246
>3. Well people, let’s see what we’re going to do today. Cellar is off-limits for obvious reasons (go to vote for morning activity)

Ask to talk to Milly about her scanners privately, and make sure she has her initial budget prepared (this would be something we can help with, in our station at least), as well as asking her
>2.

Thank you for running, Supervisor.